MichaelSome hours later, the level of the bottle has dropped considerably."So, you're by yourself, working the clubs. What happened to your wife?" I ask, then as his face falls, wonder if I should have.He takes a swig of his whisky. "We weren't what you could call compatible. I didn't realise how much so until our daughter left home for University, then she couldn't get away from me fast enough. Twenty-odd years of marriage and she was gone, just like that."Oh, crap. I really shouldn't have asked...."Oh.... Sorry, I shouldn't have...."He shrugs and takes another gulp of his drink. "It's not your fault, is it? You've nothing to be sorry for. You've had the sense to keep yourself single.""Do you see your daughter?""No. Marlene took all the money but told Georgetta that I was refusing to pay any maintenance. I'd gone for a clean break and paid her off all in one go, but Georgie doesn't speak to me now. I pay her University fees. Perhaps one day she'll come round."
MichaelI smile at Debbie's "Sir." James has no difficulties getting subs to recognise his status.James sweeps her body with his hands, flat with his palms at first, but then with his fingers digging in, playing her. As he digs into the soft nape of her neck above her dress-line, her breath catches in my mouth and I glance over her shoulder at him.He knows the signal and moves to the top of her dress zipper, tugging a little first, to make it clear what his intentions are. Debbie doesn't protest and after a second or so, he slides the zipper down, the dress opening at her shoulders. Slipping fingers inside, he pushes it out and down past her black lace bra, waist and matching black panties.She's chosen her underwear well. The bra makes the most of her breasts, and the panties are cut high at the hip, dipping a little to the stomach and emphasising her long legs, undoubtedly one of her best features.She steps out of the dress, still in her high heels and underwear, looking
JamesStill stretching and yawning, I make a pot of coffee and flip open my laptop to check the morning's email. Will it have come?If I get that contract, I've cracked it....I scroll through quickly, checking first to see if anything has come in from Haswell....No joy.I mutter to myself and gulp down some coffee.All that work.…If it doesn't pay off....There's the usual other stuff; a screeching letter from Marlene for more money; she can go to Hell. If she can't control her spending, it's not my fault. She's had all the money I ever agreed or was required to pay her. If she thinks I'm paying any more for her to keep her live-in lover available, she can forget it.A letter from Georgie about her university fees; invoice attached....Jeez.... Working for a doctorate now. Well done, Little Girl. I'm so proud of you....I log on to my bank account to settle the invoice immediately. No need for Georgie to pay the price for her mother's behaviour.... Two mi
James"I'm sure you get my point, Sir.""It's hard to miss. And what about the contract with the girls? What does it cover?""Each contract is personalised to the girl. They each have different, um, assets, to sell to gentlemen, and sometimes ladies, of different tastes. We interview them to see what they have to offer. Some of the girls, for example, are interested in art, or movies or literature. We have clients who are looking for what you might call a courtesan, who want an intelligent conversation with the girl."So, every contract is different and is tailored to the girl and what she agrees to do. For example, Jewel here," he flips to a different page, "has offered to be a 'wife' for the period of one year with all the customary wifely responsibilities, including housekeeping and suchlike, as well as.... other duties. We have had a few similar contracts in the past. They can be a great success for both Buyer and Seller. Sometimes the girls renew the contracts or even marr
JamesI pause on the threshold....Michael's words and anger echo in my head.Should I really be doing this?There's a good crowd and the hall is full. Rather than taking a seat, I hover at the back, watching the proceedings for the ongoing.... lot.... Is that the right word for this?The girl on the podium is collared and kind of so-so looking. She's pretty enough; not my type, but there's plenty who would go for her; a brunette with sultry eyes and pouting lips.Her figure's good and there's plenty of chance to see it. She's wearing a leather harness that pushes her tits up and out, displaying everything she's got. Technically, she's not naked, but she might as well be.Her behaviour is odd....What counts as odd in this situation?She's behaving as though she's coy, or bashful, but it doesn't look genuine. There's a hard edge to her expression.I glance at her details on the brochure. She's called 'Blossom'....And it claims that she's a virgin.Yeah, righ
JamesThe bidding resumes.Charlotte stands there, so vulnerable and yet so brave, while the mob drool over her. I watch her face closely, her expression. She looks a little spaced out.The mind disconnecting from an unpleasant reality? But she doesn't look distressed. Her breathing is fast and shallow, but she's not panic-stricken. Is she enjoying this at some level? Relishing testing her own limits?Or is she a true sub? Revelling in the submission aspect of it all?And of course, she is going to earn a great deal of money, so long as she keeps her nerve for the seven days of her contract.And nothing too unpleasant happens to her....Does she understand how dangerous this is? Even with the so-called safety procedures of the auction house.How would I feel if that were Georgie up there?And she's younger than Georgie....I feel queasy, my gorge rising at the thought of what I am doing.You're being ridiculous, a middle-aged man with virgin fantasies.This i
JamesHer head drops, and she stares at the floor, nodding."Is Charlotte your real name?"Still staring at the ground, still silent, she shakes her head."No, of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am." I chuckle. "If nothing else, they have my credit card details."Now she looks up at me again, her eyes softer.That's it, isn't it... You need to feel safer...Fair enough..."You are, how old? Twenty-two was it?"Nod."It's not easy to be a twenty-two-year-old virgin these days. How did you manage it?"She looks shame faced. "I got married," she says, her voice small, "but he didn't love me. I found out later that he'd only married me to please his parents... He.… he didn't like girls… On our wedding night, he wouldn't..." She stalls and her words dry up.Should I believe her?She doesn't look as though she's lying...Poor kid... What a lousy start..."Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, aft
JamesThe audience is already breaking up, but some on the front couple of rows hear me and sit down again...Does this happen often?... Others, further back, see them sit and also resume their seats."Yes, Mr Alexanders. What can we do for you?"Then I spot them, the small pile of her clothes, tumbled to the side of the podium, and I remember that I have left her naked.I hold up a finger. "One moment, if you please."Quickly I gather up the clothes and pushing open the door, toss them through to the side chamber where I have left my green-eyed beauty."And put your clothes on, Charlotte. I own you now, but you are in charge of what happens in the next few minutes."Back in the auction chamber, I talk quickly to the auctioneer."Charlotte is I think, willing to offer some further... services... to the bidders here. I'd like you to run another auction on her behalf, but I will take the details of the top... oh, dozen bids. She may be willing to co-operate in... sha