Sold to Him

Unfortunately, the woman being here and dressed like this only means one thing.

Oh god! I choke back another sob. Not again. Not another billionaire to mess with me and treat me the way Grayson did. I thought I loved him, and I thought he loved me in return.

No. Stop being such a fool! He doesn’t love me, so I shouldn’t even think about him. It’s not worth it.

Gritting my teeth, I stifle every ounce of feeling I have for Grayson. He doesn’t deserve any of it.

“Where am I?” I mewl before winding at the pathetic sound of my voice.

“Don’t worry about that, honey,” the Russian lady answers. “You won’t be here long enough to worry about that anyways.”

“But—”

“But nothing,” she says firmly. “Come on, sweetie, we’ve got a lot to do,” she says insistently when I don’t get out of the bed fast enough.

The woman approaches, but I slither off the other side of the bed and stand up, shivering and naked. I don’t want anyone touching me, even another woman. I don’t care that she’s looking over my naked body like it’s just another piece of furniture. With a determined smile, she picks up the robe from last night and half drapes, half throws it over my body. “Time to get you pretty for these billionaires. Well, you’re pretty already, but we want to get everything smooth and polished.” She pinches my cheek, almost like a kindly grandmother. “Don’t you want to be pretty?”

Pretty pretty pretty. No, in fact, I don’t want to be attractive. Look what being pretty’s gotten to me. It seems safer just to look like a bucket of sludge.

But the woman’s already walking away, beckoning for me to follow.

“Come on,” she chrips. “You’ll enjoy it.”

And with slow feet, I trudge behind her. Just as before, it’s the same beauty assembly line. Scrub. Wax. Makeup. They straighten and tidy up my curly hair, leaving me with a perfect coif. However, my eyes in the mirror look dead.

And then there’s another skimpy dress to put on over my perfumed and softened body. As before, the gold lamé barely covers my big boobs and huge ass. In the mirror, I look like a sex buffet, just waiting to be devoured hungrily. The gold high heels on my feet feel like stilts and I stumble, unable to balance.

It doesn’t matter anyway. Grayson doesn’t want me. He never cared, and nothing matters now. I’m meant to be taken by another billionaire, and although I don’t want to do it, this is what I signed up for in the beginning.

My breath moves calmly in and out. My body is cold. My heart is like ice. The woman barely notices.

“All right, sweetie! Let’s go on to the next step.” Still cheerful as ever, she guides me to the next portion, whatever that is.

With robotic steps, I numbly follow her into the hallway and through another luxurious maze of hallways and closed doors. Dazed and frozen from the inside out, I look around me but it’s all unfamiliar. I’ve never been here before.

It’s more of the same. More elegant luxury. More things these billionaires can afford to throw away on women they don’t plan to keep.

My heart squeezes in pain. A cry scrapes the inside of my throat but I keep it inside. I won’t show them how much I hurt.

At the end of a walk that seems to take forever, the Russian and I get to a door with a window in it. The door is high and wide and the window looks like a picture frame. Inside this frame is a view into a small room.

“Go ahead,” the Russian says kindly, almost like she’s talking to a little kid. “Take a look.”

I don’t care about anything, so I don’t move. But with that same cheerful smile, she pokes me hard in the side, forcing my eyes to the spectacle through the window.

The room is mostly empty. A low, round stage stands in the center and twelve darkened booths surround the stage. Each booth is high enough for a very tall man to sit or even stand, and as I watch, a bright green light flickers on and off at the top of some of the booths.

A song begins. I can feel it through the door. It’s something sensual and modern with the steady thump of a bass. A sexy twisting melody wails, and my body shivers in response, every sense on high.

Suddenly, a woman walks out from the darkness and mounts the dais. As the music continues to play, she begins to dance sinuously, flipping her hair back and forth while rotating her hips. She’s so pretty. Much prettier than me, I think, and so confident.

And she’s completely nude.

Her long black hair moves around her sinuous body like a curtain caught in the breeze. With every movement, she throws her head back and closes her eyes, moving slow and sensuous like a dark snake. Her lips part, and she licks them like she’s waiting for something thick and hard to slide between them. She’s enjoying herself while moving her body to the music and touching herself. She strokes her luscious breasts and wriggles her bottom, turning every so often so that every booth can get an eyeful of what she’s offering.