Body For Sale Novels & Stories

Selling herself to me looked like a good idea. "And don't you think you'll be at loss? Because I can buy you for two million. But is your life only worth two million" I don't know why that fucking doctor inside my head had to interfere with my words but I really wanted to know as she was educated. She could keep her chance of running from here but from me it was impossible. "Yes my life is only worth 2 million at this moment. I can't sell my body everyday so im selling it for once and all." She sounded so broken as if like a lost puppy who is ready to sacrifice himself for whoever cares for him once.

"Okay. Lead the way." They entered the car. Bronton wished he had sent his assistant to deal with this matter. It was too personal to involve other people. Besides he did not want anybosy to know that he was 'buying' a wife. The tabloids would burst with gossip. He did not care about the tabloids though, he just did not want them in his personal business. "Did you talk to her" Bronton asked. "Yes I did. In fact, she is ready and willing to marry you as long as you buy her a house." He said.

For her body, her life, whatever remained of her future. "Six hundred thousand." The bid came from the darkness to her left. A man's voice, accented, bored. "Seven hundred." Another voice. Closer. "One million." Silence. Then murmuring, a ripple of interest through the darkness. Elena stood frozen, her mind refusing to process what was happening. She was being sold. Like furniture, like cattle, like a thing instead of a person, a daughter, a sister. "One point two million." "One point five."

For all that have been working in that place or criminals, they ordered people who wouldn’t even know whether they are innocent or not. They are selling organs, organs to people who you wouldn’t even say whether they have a consent or it or not. They are selling things that you can never imagine selling parts of the body, selling pets, selling garments of a famous person. That would be a real thing if you can say. Selling even the most rudest thing your can ever find in the world. “ I wouldn’t ask how on Earth or why did you have a connection or contact within that part of organization. But there’s some Oliver, I need your help“

“If you ever need real money…fast money…call me. I know a place where you can make more than enough. But it comes at the cost of selling your body.” “I’m not… I can’t do that.” “Trust me girl, you can. Men act like they want slim figures in public, but in private? They want soft, real curves. And you’re just perfect for the body type they're looking for.” “I’m not selling my body.” “Not yet,” she’d said gently. “But desperation has a way of making you do things you don’t want to.” I hadn’t believed her then. Hell, I still don't believe I’m perfect for that kind of job. My body had always felt wrong—soft hips, full chest, thighs that touched, and a stomach that rolled flat when I sat.

I was so focused on not tripping that I almost didn't notice him until I'd nearly walked into the mahogany doorframe he was leaning against. He moved with the kind of casual grace that suggested he'd never once questioned his right to take up space. Black suit, tailored so precisely it had to have cost more than my monthly rent. White dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the beginning of a chest that made my mouth go dry in a way I didn't want to examine. His hair was dark, swept back from a face that had the kind of sharp symmetry usually reserved for people who didn't have to work for their looks.

Let’s face it you will have no option but to sell that body of yours,’ his eyes dangerous, his cold voice is like ice as each word he speaks shatters my world. ‘I’m offering you an alternative a way to get ahead of those rising costs and keep your secret, I think covering all medical expense and back payments for six months is a generous offer, in return I’m asking for a few pieces of paper, a contact nothing more … or I want a taste of that juicy cunt of yours,’ my head is spinning, I can’t think straight. All my efforts can’t have been for nothing.

I had gotten more than a hundred offer firm exact and everyone of these men to have a happy ending with them but I declined knowing my body would lose value the moment I allowed them between my legs, not falling for the only commodity of exchange they had to offer is the reason me and some free others stood out in the club, no one has our sex tapes neither did any brag about having turns with us unlike the others who found it hard to concentrate when one of the men that had gotten down with weeks into the club. I bent forward slowly, my buttocks facing the crowd, that was the move I pulled to make the crowd go crazy, my body sexy without spots, and the oil made my skin breathtaking, well if

He was an animal in human form. Now that auctions were canceled, Chad had to get girls who were willing for the sake of the money. Yeah, Prado paid very well but from the new rules, he couldn’t force any woman. His bodyguards were skilled assassins and not the usual bodyguards. “Chad, where is Castro, he knows what I like and what happened to the auction girls?” Prado asked as soon as he saw Chad, after gulping down a glass of scotch and chewing his cigar, which he lit after. He was in his late forties and always wore the most popular designs.

My fingers move in a familiar, circular motion over the bundle of nerves, my breathing picking up, my body tensing. What if he grabbed me instead of walking away? What if he threw me on the bed and did what we couldn’t do back at home? I would be totally at his mercy. And I’d love it. My body tenses, eyes squeezed tight. My free hand rubs my tits before I pinch my nipples, moving back and forth.