Buying the Virgin

Chapter 31: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Thirty-One

I wake, sunlight slanting across the bed and lie, staring up at the ceiling.

What was wrong with me last night?

I must be nuts. As if my Master would allow anything, or anyone, to hurt me.

I turn and startle as I find him, propped up on an elbow, watching me from above.

“Sleep well?” he asks.

“I did, yes, thank you Master……Master?”

“Mmm?”

“I’m sorry I was so silly last night.”

His eyes widen, his head tilting slightly. “Silly?”

“About going to the club, I mean…… could we go another night? Tonight perhaps?”

He hesitates. “You’re sure of that Charlotte? It’s what you want?”

“Yes, Master. I am.”

A slow, gradual smile illuminates his sombre face. He reaches to trace the outline of my lips with a finger. “Of course we can.”

He looks over me…” Michael…”

“I heard,” says Michael’s voice, still a little sleep befuddled. “You just ruined my plans Charlotte.”

“Really? How?”

“I’m going to have to save myself for this evening, or I’ll be no good to you. But I’ve woken up with a raging hard-on and I was just about to do something about it…”

*****

chatting, drinking, some dancing. Various doors off, lead to darkened rooms. A smell of chlorine, suggests a pool or jacuzzi somewhere close by,

you around if you

look around myself,

I will be over here by

of people who they obviously know of old. Or to be precise, my Master

sip, as I amble aimlessly around the floor, peering down the dark corridors. Several strange guys, some quite attractive, are trying to catch my eye, but

are empty. In others, groups of people, some couples, some many more, in various stages of dress and nudity, are preoccupied with each other. A girl in stockings

and hair with that brassy look that suggests it comes from a bottle, intercepts

Charlotte, is it? You’ve come with James and Michael

about the woman that I don’t care for, but I

says to me “Well it’s nice to meet the

I don’t

my chest with her glass, and I hope that she hasn’t drunk so much, that her cocktail ends up all over my lovely dress. “We’ve all been wondering what happened to those two.” She head-points my Master and Michael, who

I’ve no

to see them here at least a couple of times a week, especially Blondie there. Then, they just vanished from the scene.” She leans in, whispering conspiratorially. “Rumour had it that there was some girl had her hooks into them - no offence meant -

me by the arm, and I can find no polite way to disengage myself. I cast a glance

roll my eyeballs towards her, in a mute appeal to be rescued from this obnoxious woman. He makes

“Go on, tell me,

“My secret?”

did you nab them? Between them, they must have worked every sub who came through here, and every other club within twenty miles, and then, they just stopped.

understand you correctly?

mean you don’t

is interrupted by my Master’s arrival. “Good evening Marcie. How lovely to see you.” He leans forward to give her a polite kiss, but I notice that it is an air-kiss to either side of her

me his arm. “Michael is missing you, Charlotte. Please excuse

“Who is she, Master? A

can’t stand her. She’s a gossip, and she doesn’t know when to

my cheeks

not to make a fool of myself. Several of the men and some of the women are clearly interested, angling

do they have

to me. “Ready to

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