I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was.
“Are you saying you want me to be a whore?” I asked.
Mr. Black chuckled.
“‘Whore’ is such a filthy term. I prefer to think of my girls as ‘escorts’.”
Mr. Black may have given it a pretty name, the fact remained that he was asking me to have sex with strange men for money.
“What if I refuse?” I asked.
I expected the man’s good humor to dissipate, but he remained as nonchalant as ever.
“If you refuse I will be forced to revert back to more archaic measures. It would be a shame to ruin that flawless body of yours, wouldn’t you agree?”
I now had the whole picture. Either I agreed to become one of Mr. Black’s whores or his goons would break my legs. Or worse. Given the pathetic state of my financial portfolio, it was unrealistic to believe I could repay the debt even if I was given an extension. This left me with only one option.
“I’ll do it,” I finally said.
Mr. Black’s face lit up. “I knew you would make the right decision.”
I wanted to point out he had left me little choice, but chose instead to remain silent.
“There is no denying you are pretty enough, but before I can send you out on your first assignment I need to make sure you possess the necessary skills,” explained Mr. Black.
I tried pretending like I didn’t know what he was implying, but his words were impossible to misinterpret. He wanted me to prove to him I was willing to debase myself for his benefit. That was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew delaying the inevitable would only make things worse.
I started to strip. Thank god my clothes were still wet with sweat, because it gave Mr. Black a chance to object.
“What are you doing?” he inquired.
I froze.
“I-I thought you wanted me to…” I started, but the last few words never left my throat.
Mr. Black chuckled.
“While I admire your enthusiasm, I am afraid my schedule for the day is full,” he explained. “My associates will escort you home. We can pick this up in the morning.”
Those were the last words he spoke. Moments later Mr. Black’s goons were leading me out of the office. A little less than an hour after that they were dropping me off in front of my apartment building.
“See you tomorrow,” said the shorter goon, speaking for the first time.
“And don’t even think about running,” added the other. “There’s nowhere you can go we won’t find you.” On that happy note, the two bulky men slipped back into the sedan and sped off, leaving standing on the sidewalk, alone and confused.
The Virgin
I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. It felt like I had only just fallen asleep, yet it was morning. I glanced at the alarm clock. It was six o’clock. I hadn’t gotten up this early on a Saturday in… well I don’t think I had ever awoke at such an early hour on a weekend. The fact that my fear and nervousness had kept me up for most of the day didn’t help. Still, I knew keeping Mr. Black’s goons waiting wasn’t a good idea, so I stood up and slipped into a nightie. I made my way to the front door and pressed the buzzer. Less than a minute later there was a knock on the door. I hesitated for a second, then opened. The goons didn’t wait for me to invite them in. They pushed past me like they owned the place and took a seat on the couch. It groaned beneath their combined weight, but held strong.
“Go take a shower,” said one of them.
“We’ll pick out your clothes,” added the other.
I knew resisting was a waste of time, so I headed to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. The water helped wash away the remnants of sleep that still clung to my frame. By the time I stepped out, I was both clean and fully awake. I was halfway through blow-drying my hair when there was a knock at the door. I was still fully naked, so I slipped back into my nightie before answering.
“Here,” said one of the goons as soon as the door was open. “Put this on.”
He handed me a skimpy cocktail dress and a pair of stilettos. I had purchased the dress on sale a few months ago and had been waiting for a special occasion to christen it. This was not what I had in mind, but it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.
“What about underwear?” I asked.
The goons exchanged a look. “You won’t be needing any,” they said as one.
I swallowed hard, then grabbed the dress and the stilettos and closed the door. I finished blow-drying my hair, then slipped into my dress and heels and put on my makeup. By the time I was ready, I looked hotter than ever before. My blond hair sparkled in the light. As did my eyes and my gloss-coated lips. The dress hugged my every curve with utter perfection, leaving my shapely frame fully visible. The shortness of the garment made me miss the presence of underwear, but I knew nothing I did could convince the goons to allow me to rectify such a lack.
The goons didn’t take a second look at me. The simply told me it was time to go and escorted me down to the black sedan parked by the building’s entrance. A little under an hour later we had reached the mansion. I expected to be led to the office, but I was instead escorted upstairs. Mr. Black was waiting for me in the master bedroom. The bed was bigger than my entire bedroom. The chair where Mr. Black sat was almost as bid as the couch which the man’s goons had nearly destroyed with their weight.
“Good morning,” said the host. He was wearing a swanky bathrobe. It wasn’t until I noticed this detail that the seriousness of the situation finally dawned on me. Not only was I about to have sex with a man twice my age, but I was about to do so under threat of bodily harm. The fact that it would be my first sexual experience only made things worse.
Not many women my age can claim to be virgins. And those who do are usually lying to seduce a man. I could make no such claim. The fact that I was still a virgin had nothing to do with my busy schedule or my lack of social skills. I remained a virgin simply because I had yet to find the right man. I guess it’s kind of ironic that I was the kind of girl who believes in abstinence. But my beliefs had nothing to do with it. This was about survival. And the only way to ensure my future remained cast-free was to play along and lose my virginity to a man who possessed the power to end my life in the blink of an end. Or so I thought until he whistled and a dog strolled into the room.
The animal was a boxer. He was quite massive for his breed, but that may simply have been the imposing size of his muscles. Or the way his brownish-beige coat glistened in the light. Or the manner in which his tail wagged with excitement.
“What’s the dog for?” I asked.
Mr. Black chuckled. “Did you think I would be the one to penetrate you?”
It took a few seconds before I understood what the man’s question implied. He wore not the bathrobe because he was about to have sex. He wore it because he had only just risen. The fact that he was not my lover meant it had to be one of the three other beings in the rooms. One look at the goons told me neither of them would be taking my virginity. Which left only one potential lover.
“A-Are you saying…” I began, but the fear that now coursed through me kept the last few words from reaching the outside world.