Eden's Sacrifice (The Virgin Call Girls)

Giving up, I reach for the folder Lennon gave me. I need something to take my mind off this need…no fuck that…this burning in my veins for her. I haven’t fucking tasted her yet and I need a hit. Focus Vik. Opening the folder, I see all the debt Vastiya has run up all over town besides what he owes me. According to this dossier, he has an adolescent daughter named Katya, five years old. She is a cute little girl. In this picture of her at the park, she is smiling and laughing. So sweet. She certainly deserves better than a dirtbag for a father. This report says she is being primarily taken care of by her older sister.

My mouth is still parched and dry from the denial of my angel as my forehead sweats, the anxiety beating me. Grabbing water, I take a sip and close my eyes for a second, gripping my cock once more telling him soon. Soon, she will swallow you, my friend.

Flipping the page, I don’t hear the glass as it shatters to the floor. I hear nothing but the whooshing of air as my eyes land on a picture of my angel. My salvation. My Eden is the daughter of Edward Vastiya? This is fate. I am coming for you, my little nymph. Ready or not. Seems Lenin is going to get his wish.

5

Eden

I keep pinching myself, trying to wake up from the last 24 hours. Yesterday was something out of a dream. After I got off of work at noon, which was hard enough since Roxy is not used to me leaving so early. Getting passed her inquisition was difficult and I hate lying to her, but there is no way I am going to tell her what is going on. When she finally let me out of the door, I made it to my first destination.

The first place was to the spa. The ladies there were beautiful and nice and so talkative that it put me at ease. Some of the other girls were there as well. I know because I heard the ladies asking them questions and by their answers; I surmised they were a part of the auction as well. The first appointment took a few hours. I was waxed and shaved in places no one has seen before. I couldn’t help but blush when she told me to open my legs and preceded to spread my nether lips. I didn’t exactly feel violated, but it didn’t feel good.

Once the painful waxing part was over, they sent me into the spa part where I was given a facial which felt amazing. While I was resting, with stuff on my face, leaning back in a chair, enjoying the fragrant room, they were doing my hands and nails. I actually fell asleep. It was amazing. By the time I left that room, I was so rested and rejuvenated. Walking to the hair salon attached, I was practically floating. My hair was the fastest. They washed it, trimmed it, and blow dried it. Done.

None of this seemed real until I went to the lingerie store. Walking in, I gasped as look at the beautiful lingerie. So delicate and decadent. Sweet and vibrant. Sexy. I barely had time to explore. She brought out four options, made me try each of them on, took pictures of me in each and sent me on my way. I think I was still in a fog as I got in the car Lilith provided to get Katya. It wasn’t until I got to the nursery to drop her off and saw the other girls in there kissing and saying goodbye to their children that I felt; like someone had slapped me in the face with a cold cloth. This is real. What I am about to do is real. There is going to be a tangible man rutting on top of me for money.

Spending the night with the other girls was not as awkward as I thought it would be. I met a few girls. One girl, Riley, she is so sweet and innocent. She reminds me of myself. She is guarded, but she was sweet and funny. I also met a girl named Bianca. She opened up about her family trouble. Our stories were so similar, I felt like it was meant for us to meet. Knowing I am not the only one who is in such dire straits.

“Thirty minutes to show time, ladies. Time to get dressed.” Lilith’s assistant announces into the suite we are all occupying right now. Stomach turning and in knots, I get up and go into the room with my name on and see the gold bra and panty set I tried on the other day hanging on the wall. A little giddiness rises inside of me. I remember trying this on yesterday, thinking how gorgeous it was and how good it felt sliding across my skin. I have never felt silk before. It’s…addicting, this luxury. I also remember thinking how I was too thick for this set. I still have my baby fat. I’m not fat, per say…just lush in the hip and thighs, and my stomach is still soft.