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
JamesI aim, and I think succeed, in ending the meal with her well-fed, but not overly so and just the slightest bit tipsy; enough to lower her shields without being falling-down silly.As we enter the apartment, I take her coat, then take her hand. Holding her eyes, I lead her through to the bedroom.I tried to make it beautiful for her and paid the hotel staff to have it ready for us when we returned. And as we step in, I'm glad that I did so. This is hardly the classic dream of a young girl's first romance, but perhaps I can give her a convincing substitute...Candlelight washes its golden glimmer over her face, the light like embers in her fiery hair. Flickering shadows cast depths into the space that would not normally be expected in a hotel bedroom.Now... seduce her.How did you feel, all those years ago, when she guided you through your first time?Charlotte stands before me, her expression a little... adrift... Holding her by the waist with one hand, I stroke her
JamesClearly baffled, she simply stands there. But as I move to the vee of her thighs, bathing her sex in the heat of my breath, she wails and, staggering, snatches at me with her hands, pulling at my shoulders and hair."Gently…" I say, as I stroke between her thighs at the moist heat of her panties. "Open your legs a little. Let me at you." She's moaning and staggering, and as I feel at her folds through the fabric, her head flinging back, there is a warm gush and a spreading stain."Master, I'm sorry, but I can't stand up properly."Gotcha, Girl...I stand and sweep her up, dropping her onto the bed where she lands, gasping and sweating.Her excitement is quite unmistakable now, and for a long moment, I hesitate, looking down at her...Is she ready…?... for more...?"Are you still nervous, Charlotte? Still scared?"There's nothing to her but eyes as she looks back up at me, shaking her head. For a further long moment, I stall, wondering, then...I start to un