I had thought Mrs Jones was bad. I soon found out just how wrong I was.
Dean is the devil, literally. If I could go back to Mrs Jones, I would have my bags packed and ready. Or rather bag. Dean and his gambling problem cause drama for everyone. We have moved cities three times since I was sold to him. He gambles, raising his debt to others in the city then makes us all run and hide. This new city will be the same as the last ones. My role will be the same. I am used to the clubs now, I am used to my roles within them. I am used to the show now. I’m Twenty-eight and know the way to get men to pay extra, to pick me before the other women. It’s the starting point I hate. I hate it more that this is a new city, somewhere I have never been. I knew the men where we were, but apparently, this city had more money. It is a clean city, in the sense no one knows Dean and he owes no one anything. I stand next to the other women, and I can feel Dean’s eyes on me from the corner of the room. He wants the man known as Mr. Devil to pay for me. If his name is anything to go by I would rather not. I do what I normally do, slow subtle movements that are taunting and teasing. “I will have the one on the left.” I hear a man talk. Shit! I see Dean frown at me, he isn’t the guy I need. I turn slightly, purposely pulling on my suspender strap as if I am adjusting it. My ass is now on show slightly. I can’t talk, I can’t move drastically a lot so it limits me. I'm used to the old places, where I can move. So I wiggle my ass slightly as I straighten the strap. “I will take number one.” The voice has my body relaxing, Dean nodding towards me and I am glad. Had I not got this man to take me I would be screwed. “Mr Devil, Mr Layne, only one can take her, so it is down to whoever has the most money and is willing to spend it.” The guy steps forward and looks at them. This is a brothel, a high-end posh one. Most women here are here for themselves. They choose to sell their bodies for money. They give the company 10% and keep the rest. However, Dean gives the company 10% and he keeps the rest I make, to cover my debt. “Well, I will pay four times whatever he is willing to.” Mr Devil sits back, his eyes on My Layne. I watch as Mr Layne laughs, he seems confident he will get me. “Easy, six hundred.” I stare at him, okay that is a lot. At the most, it is three hundred. Then again, I am used to where we lived before. This place apparently has more money. I see the other women grow impatient, and I don’t blame them. We stand here, and then they choose who they want, the last woman is the least wanted. Which has to hurt to know. “I guess I am paying two thousand four hundred.” I stare at Mr Devil, is he joking? Everyone is standing looking at him shocked, except the guy who runs the place he is just smiling a lot. His eyes roll like he is used to this sort of thing. “Looks like Mr Devil takes the lovely lady.” I watch as a woman walks to me and guides me off the stage. “I will ensure she is in your private room, Mr. Devil.” Private room? That I am not used to. “You’re new here I see.” The girl smiles at me and I nod. “Okay, so most people use any room. Mr Devil however has his own private room, which only he is allowed to use.” So he has a lot of money then, and clearly uses this place a lot. I simply nod. I know the rules. I don’t talk, I don’t ask questions. I simply wait in the room for the man to come in. I am shown to the room and stand waiting. The woman turns and begins to walk out. “Sorry, what do I do?” Normally, I get brought into the room. Told where to wait, to either strip or dress ready for the man. “You wait for Mr. Devil.” Turning she walks out. Great, so I just wait? Do I sit, or stand? Shit, I don’t know. Maybe Dean should have found out and told me.I find myself walking around and looking. It is a nice room, expensive, but empty. There isn’t even a bed?
So, what, does Mr Devil have a thing for chair sex? I laugh at the thought, then hear the door open, I turn and watch as he walks in and locks the door behind him. He quietly walks to the side and pours two drinks. Two? Is that why he paid so much? I’m used to it now, but usually, the rules are you have to state if there is more than one man. I look around, but there is no other doors, and he locked that. So who is the second guy? I am too busy trying to work it out that I don’t see him walking toward me until he is standing before me, his hand holding out a glass. I peer at it then up to him. The second drink is for me. I take it slowly and watch as he sits on the small sofa. I was nervous the first time I was sold for sex, this is different, I am more nervous than before. I sit next to him and take a sip. Not even considering what Dean would say, I should only drink water.It is rare I drink anything other than water. I place the glass down and move forward to kiss him, his hand going up and stopping me. Shit, I am in trouble now. “Sorry, I’m new to this place, I don’t know the rules.” Maybe I shouldn’t lead here? “Miss Raven, right?” He looks at me and I nod. “I’m Demitri, what is your name?” He smiles at me. “Dais-Erm-Cherry.” I never get asked my name, and when I was sold Dean told me my name was Cherry if I was ever working, it suited me better for what I was to do. “Cherry. It is nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand I shake it. I’m confused, he paid to have me in this room and is talking to me? “Can I ask you something, Cherry?” I nod, feeling nervous. “Are you really happy with selling your body?” “It is money.” I smile at him. “I know, but surely you are not happy to have different men use you for pennies when you’re worth far more?” I stare at him. “You have choices, you realise that right? Sure, this is an easy way to make qui
I sit and look at her, fascinated that she is here. Partly because it breaks the fucking rules, but more that she is here. She looks wild, just caged. Part of me wants to walk outside and find Dean, but my hands are tied. That contract can’t be changed, so she is his. Even if it is disgusting how he treats her. So I won’t, for her, I won’t. I stare at her, and her eyes are beautiful, huge and blue. How anyone can look at her and hurt her I won’t understand. I should leave, every moment I spend here with her is another moment I want to break that Dean guy's jaw. Standing I smile at her. “It was nice to meet you, Daisy.” I nod to her slightly and turn, as I reach the door I hear her quiet whimper and stop. “You’re crying?” I stand and look at her. “It’s fine, just go.” She stands up and tries to look defiant yet she looks exhausted and like she needs sleep. “Clearly it isn’t, you look disappointed.” “I’m not disappointed Mr. Devil, I am merely exhausted and know what is to come on
“Em.” I wave the woman over. Taking out my wallet I hand her money, her eyes looking at me confused. “I require an extra hour with the lady Cherry, and she agrees. Put that with the rest.” I pay the exact same amount, I won’t pay extra because that dick gets it. Walking back through I see her kneeling. She stayed and waited. Trusted that I would come back? I stare at her amazed. “You didn’t move?” “I trusted you to not lie.” Her words are quiet as she stays kneeling. Her eyes are down, and her palms are up. “You have done this before.” She is in a perfect position. “Not all men who paid for me wanted pure sex, some wanted a submissive or a slave. So I was trained.” That is perfect, and as much as I love my submissives, she deserves far more than that tonight. “On the sofa, little bird.” I watch as she does as I say. Sitting on the sofa I shake my head. “Lie back, I have limited space and resources little bird. But your pleasure comes first.” I walk to her, as she lies back. My
I watch him walk out. He is different, which I like. Although I doubt I will see him again. I broke the rules today, more than one. I spoke to him, told him things, and said my real name. Took pleasure, I am not allowed to take pleasure. Drank, I drank even if it was only a bit. I hear the door open and look up at the woman. “Cherry, your payment.” She hands me the money. Smiling I take it. “Thank you.” I watch as she walks out, my eyes on the money. I could leave, over four thousand is in my hand, and I could run. I consider it, yet I know I can’t. All it takes is one person to look me up and know that I am owned. Standing I walk out, Dean stood by the door waiting. I walk out with him following and sit in the car. “You were gone longer than an hour. You know the rules. When time is up you leave.” He looks pissed off. “He paid gain for an extra hour.” I hold out the money. He takes it and smiles. “Good girl Cherry, there are two other men who will pay high amounts, I will fin
I walk into the house and my brothers look at me,"You're late,"I ignore their words and get a drink, I can still see Daisy below me, her pleasure, that orgasm."Rosalie is waiting."I turn to Calix, my head shaking."I'm not in the mood to play tonight, you two carry on without me." I want to go back there and ask for her details, find out where she is."Awe, did you get a new friend?" I hear Marcello."Now now Marcello, they are missions. Not friends, he just likes to save them from their own lives." Calix laughs."I'm worn out, if you two keep being dicks, I will send Rosalie home."I see Marcello's eyes widen at my words."Okay, okay I am going to play." I watch as they both walk off to the room where Rosalie is. I don't sleep well. It isn't so much her teasing my mind, but I am now worried, would she have eaten? Got sleep? All the qu
I wake, feeling confused and groggy. My head is pounding and I fight to remember what happened yesterday. I remember Mr. Anderson, the shower, my words after which caused him to punch me.The club, I was at the club. I sit up and look around, unsure of where I am. The bed is huge, bigger than my room at Dean's, the whole room is huge. Did I go home with someone? I fight to remember but there is nothing.Panic rises, did Dean sell me on? I feel sick. Standing my legs shake. I walk to the door and open it quietly, peering outside. I can't see or hear anyone. I poke my head out more trying to see more but there is nothing. Wherever I am is nice, that is for sure.I step out quietly, walking as quickly as possible, trying to find the way out, I am constantly turning and looking behind me.My body slams into something hard. Looking up a guy is peering down at me amused. I scream, and push him, his face full of shock. His hands try t
Her words hurt. I feel responsible for her punishments. I felt sorry for her, never getting real pleasure. The last straw was the name, mutt. I felt like chasing whoever it was down and turning them into one.Instead, I walked away, and hid away in the gym, letting my anger and frustrations out on the bag. Walking back through I don't see Diasy which is a good thing."Food brother." Calix pushes the plate to me. "We need to talk about what to do. Sure she is his, but this is our city. If people know we are letting him get away with this.""I will sort it, I don't know how but I will sort it in a way that has minimal impact on her." I can't carry that guilt around with me.I can't deal with the city or the people in it today. Mr Anderson, I know. Not well but he knows of us. I feel like he should be the first one I pay a visit to. I can easily go to him and ensure he keeps his mouth shut and never touches Daisy again.I kno
I hide away all weekend without an issue, I guess that is down to practice though, the days I spent isolated not speaking a word as a punishment. It made this weekend easier. I know I can't avoid them all weekend, I leave today, so I have to see them.Slowly opening the door I step out and walk to the stairs, I stop upon hearing them speak."Everything, I made sure James knew. It's one way to stop it." Demitri speaks."Then what? Stops it there but where is next Demitri, consider it." I sit and listen to Marcello. "You would have no idea. You can put the word out that might help you hear where it happens, but then there is a risk he hears as well.""Then you two give me some fucking ideas." Demitri sounds annoyed, more frustrated actually."We have none, here we can stop it, and protect her but over that line, you are declaring war on cities if you intervene," Calix explains.I know I need to move.