Buying the Virgin

Chapter 80: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Thirty-Six

My Master blows air. “True enough….” He rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “Michael and I met at the clubs…”

There is a long silence. I don’t try to fill it, waiting...

He continues. “My wife had divorced me. I was still stinging from it. Michael has never been married, but he’s fairly cynical about, um… predatory women.”

I laugh. “Yes, he feels quite strongly about Marcie and her ilk…”

He laughs. “You’re not wrong there. If ever I saw a man ready to run…. Anyway, I was….” He pauses. “…Is it going to bother you? Having this conversation? You’re on safe ground. Virgins don’t have a past… Well, not this sort of past anyway, but I…. and Michael…”

“It’s alright, Master. No, you won’t upset me. We’ve already established, haven’t we…. the past is the past?”

He turns back to me, giving me a long look, then kisses me: a slow kiss, his hand caressing my face.

Rolling onto his back again…. “We were both playing the game, independently. Lots of fun. Lots of sex. No strings.” He huffs. “Tom-catting…. Several times, I saw him from the viewing galleries, with a different woman every time. Other times, he saw me. We were attracted to similar types, although we…. had different ideas as to what to do with them….”

He glances sideways. I just grin, knowing exactly what he is talking about. “Anyway, there was an evening… he was with a woman…. he’d had no trouble getting her… I mean, you know what he looks like. They all want to be with him…. but this one wanted a bit more… heat… than he was comfortable delivering…. she still wanted him to fuck her brains out, but she also wanted, a bit more…. Anyway, he invited me in, to join them….”

“Did she, by any chance, have a bright red ass by the time you finished?”

He blushes. He actually blushes.

Laughing, “I get it, Master. So, the two of you made a team, and worked together for your fun?”

“That’s about the size of it.”

“Am I embarrassing you?”

“A little, yes, but I can hardly complain about your not telling me everything, and then not… reciprocating…… Is there anything else you want to ask?”

“Yes. How did you find out about the auction?”

He frowns. “Um, good question. How did I learn of it?” He rubs his head in thought.

go looking for

a teenager…. Ah yes…. Got it… It was an e-mail that came in,

mean like one of those that offers to….

of those. Except that this one offered to provide….”

“Master?”

I

It’s alright. We’re fine now….

that other girl

wonderful to me.

a question. How did you

was simply trying to find a way of selling the only asset I had to offer. Once I started searching the internet, it only took me a few hours

again, frowning. “So,

car engine, footsteps outside, the clunk of a

“Charlotte? James?”

“Up here, Michael.”

Michael pushes open the bedroom door. He surveys the two of us, semi-enfolded in sheets, the wine bottle, the glasses. His gaze sweeps the room, takes in the belt on the floor, the marks on the

over, he pulls the sheet away, looking me over. “Show me

over, displaying my pale and perfect derrière…. and he relaxes, looking abashed. “Sorry,

scene again. “Any more

in

on the end of the

giggle as he tries to fish out the bits, eventually pouring himself a glass, complete

it that… you

hand behind his head, stretching backwards

Or at least what passes for normal

I nod again.

eyeballing me as he

He knows something happened….

paste on my best

not fooled by the ‘Little Girl Lost’ face

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