Body For Sale Novels & Stories

Wirata gulped when looking at the next line of the draft contract. "Our business is just physical. I mean..." Wirata gulped again. "You mean our buying and selling, is that right? I buy pleasure out of your body." "Yes. Only body. Nothing else." Wirata said. "I remember we've mentioned that. It's best to have it written clearly so you don't get confused later. Only your body exchange with my money. The amount we've agreed on, nothing more than that numbers. Understand?"

I wish I had a man too. I clicked on the signup link and I saw the age limit to sign up, no one older than 30 years could sign up on the APP. The assurance that I won’t meet anyone that is old enough to be my uncle or dad or grandpa was there and I love it. I signed up then I started surfing the app. I stumbled upon a post someone had made since midnight. “Find a body agreeable to my eyes, totty, $10k per month.” The post read. I screamed at the amount that the person bid.

“No. Of course not. My body is clean as well as inside. Rest assured that I don’t have illness and or diseases.” I nodded. “Give me a moment to think.” If I refuse, I will find no one who can offer me this, even if I sell my body or soul. “Just name your price and I will give it to you, in cash.” I swallowed many times. I can almost agree. The money is just dazzling in my brain right now.

They could’ve done anything at this moment, and I would have been completely happy about it. This is what I asked for. This was what I was looking for when I posted my ad. I had said that I wanted to be treated like a filthy pain slut, that I was looking for as many men as I could get into a room at one time, that any and all men were more than welcome. Only these men, these six extremely different men showed up to the location which I gave them for the chance to destroy my body.

"I was willing to forgive you." "Forgive me?" He laughed again, louder this time. "I don't need your forgiveness, you stupid bitch. I needed your company. And thanks to those papers you signed so eagerly, I already sold it. The funds hit my offshore account an hour ago." I staggered as his words hit me hard. I refused to believe he would do something like that. "You sold Vance Inc? Brian, that was my father’s life!" "And now it's my retirement fund," he snapped without a sign of remorse.

Even participating to the level of observing the practice makes me feel physically ill. I try not to look at their faces as they are dragged upon the platform and sold to the crowd. Their bodies put on display and graphically described to suggest how they could best be utilized. Tools for their master’s unfettered use. I could not look upon them. “This one is young and malleable.” The auctioneer declares. “A real beauty from the shores of the Celestial Waters, her flower will bloom within the year making her eligible for marriage.”

I'll have to refund all the expenses through his salary. It's around three in the afternoon. Red puts all the shopping bags inside the car trunk before we both clamber in. I sit at the front this time, and my bodyguard is no longer surprised. "Home?" he asks coolly, trying to see if there's anything else I need before we go. "Um . . . yeah." I touch the player and soft music fills the air. An easy silence follows as the car moves. I'm unsure if saying I'm happy is the right expression, but I am feeling happy right now. A few people walk by, nice green scenery- my smile brightens until I suddenly think of Bill and his newborn.

she asked over the phone. She's at work. We are face timing now because I asked her to find and gather information about Adam. "She's in the room. Probably sleeping." "I'll try to stop over after work." "Thanks," I responded. "Beck replied. Adam Sullivan IV. Ooh, sounds interesting." I heard her. I just rolled my eyes and applied another color to my nails. I'm coloring it with neon blue. "Sullivan's are known for being millionaires of the country. They own several resorts and companies. Adam Sullivan IV is... the heir of Antonio Sullivan III which is his Dad who owns four islands and the... Oh, SVN Corporation."

My family was so poor we couldn't even afford food. So poor that I posted myself for sale online. A staff member from the agency paired me with a top-tier incubus: the youngest son of the powerful Colton family—Austin Colton. He had just come of age and was going through his first heat cycle, which meant he urgently needed human bodily fluids to survive. Saliva, sweat, tears… anything would work. For an ordinary human like me, the amount of money Austin was offering was insane. I figured he must've been desperate. So the second we met, I started getting undressed. "Where do you wanna do this? The couch, or the bed?"

The night I sold my body for protection and tried to pretend it was a business transaction instead of the act of a terrified, broken woman with no other options left. Heat floods my cheeks, burning with shame and humiliation so intense it makes me dizzy. She saw me at my absolute lowest point. Saw me looking thoroughly used and completely wrecked. She knows exactly what I am to him, what I've reduced myself to in my desperation to survive. The memory of that night crashes over me in vivid, mortifying detail. The way I'd thrown myself at him, offering my body with the gracelessness of someone who had nothing left to lose. The way he'd taken what I offered with a thoroughness that left me shak