Or go to many different places.
I can go to Europe for a few months.
Or I can go traveling around South America.
This is all going to be worth it, Ellie, I say to myself.
When we reach the last door on the left, my beautiful escort opens it and lets us in.
I walk through the double doors into a gigantic double room suite.
There’s a large king sized bed at the far end, in another room, through the open sliding doors.
The room where we enter is a beautiful carpeted area with a large wooden desk, couch, and chairs.
I think this is what people used to refer to as the sitting room back in the day.
Both rooms have floor to ceiling windows with a million lights streaming in.
Out on the water, the stars are so bright, they almost hurt your eyes.
“Mr. Black will be here shortly, but first I have to get you ready,” my escort says.
“Get me ready? What do you mean?”
“He is very particular. He wants things just so,” she says.
She walks over to the closet and opens it.
Inside, I see a bunch of perfect suits and one sheer gown with feathers along the edges.
She pulls out the gown and holds it up front of me.
“Please take off your dress,” she says.
I’m caught off guard.
I mean, I knew that he bought me for the night, but dictating what I wear, somehow seems wrong.
But my escort continues to wait.
Finally, I decide to undress.
With great effort, I pull off my dress.
My stomach has all of these lines on it from the dress poking into me while I sat.
I put my arms in front of it to block her from seeing.
“Please take off your bra and panties as well,” she says.
My bra and panties as well?
This is going too far!
But then again, I am going to have sex with him.
Did I really not think that for $250,000 I wouldn’t be expected to take off my bra and panties?
Once I take off my bra, I kneel down to take off my shoes.
At least, there’s one good thing about this. I can finally take off these pinching things.
“Please, keep your heels on,” she says.
Dammit, I mutter to myself.
I peel off my panties and drop them on the chair along with my dress and bra.
My escort takes the gown off the coat hanger and helps me into it.
There is no front.
It’s just a long sheer robe.
A dressing gown.
It’s entirely see-through.
“Now, go and lie down on the bed,” my escort says.
“On top of the sheets?” I ask.
She nods.
I find a spot in the middle, propping myself up with the pillows.
She comes over and opens the drawer on the end table.
She pulls out a long strap with a cuff at the end.
“What’s that?”
“Mr. Black would like you tied up,” she explains.
Tied up?
My mind begins to race.
No, no, no, I can’t be tried up.
“Don’t worry,” she says. “It’s very sexy. He isn’t going to do anything to hurt you…unless you want him to.”
“Why would I want him to?” I ask.
She laughs.
“Because you will. You’ll be begging him to.”
I understand the words that are coming out of her mouth, but I also don’t.
I have no idea what she’s talking about.
Why would I want him to hurt me?
I give her my one hand and watch as she puts the leather cuff around my wrist.
She then tied the strap to the bed post.
Carefully, walking around the bed, she does the same thing with my left hand.
I pull on my wrists.
No, this isn’t a joke.
Both of my hands are tied to the bed posts.
My escort than leans over me and arranges my robe.
She makes sure that the feather trim covers up my breasts and other bits and then smiles at herself when she’s done.
“Okay, one last thing,” she says and pulls something out of her pocket.
It’s a black mask.
“He doesn't want me to see him?” I ask.
My heart starts to race a mile a minute.
No, I can’t have my eyes covered.
This is going too far.
“I’m sure you will later. He just doesn’t want you to see him right away.”
She puts the mask over my eyes.
Suddenly, I become a lot more keenly aware of every sound that exists in the room.
Somewhere in the distance, something is buzzing.
My escort exhales small shallow breaths.
The bedspread makes a rustling sound while she leans over me.
“Okay, enjoy yourself,” she says and walks out of the room.
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I don’t belong here.
I’m in way over my head. But I have debts to pay.
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Mr. Black is the highest bidder. He’s dark, rich, and powerful. He likes to play games.
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