Page 10 of Doctor's Demands
She and I go inside and I close the door behind us as she snickers. “You’ll see, Petra. Not only is the money addicting, but so is the lifestyle. You begin to crave it.”
Grabbing my robe off the chair I left it on, I wrap it around me and take a seat on the soft, cushioned sofa. “I don’t think I will crave it. Especially if my first taste of this is with some man who treats me like a vagina and nothing more.”
Throwing her robe down on the chair opposite from me, she sits on it, so as not to get the oil that’s covering her body all over the furniture. “Petra, even if you don’t care for the experience you get the first time, you’ll see that you’ll seek another experience that will excite you. The secrecy is also a huge part of the attraction to this type of thing. The things you will do and allow to be done to you that you’ll never tell a soul about will lay in your mind, where only you can enjoy the memories.”
“But you said that some of the people do scenes that others watch. Now, that’s not a secret,” I remind her, then set my empty wine glass on the table between us and lie back on the sofa.
“It still is. While you’re doing those things, knowing others are watching, you know they will never tell anyone your name, what you do for a living, or anything personal about you. That’s what makes it all so captivating, and enticing. We’re like a group who knows a lot about the members but refuses to let anyone know what we do.”
“I want to be a teacher of little kids, Leticia. What if this does leak out somehow? What would happen to the career I’ve worked so hard for?” I ask as I sit up and feel the butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. “What if the very thing I do to make sure I get my career is the thing that takes it all away from me?”
“Now you’re just being dramatic,” she says as she waves her hand through the air. She has this way of waving off things. It’s kind of funny, but weird because it seems to work like magic.
I lean back, feeling like she’s right and that I’m overthinking things again. “I’ll let it go. Who knows if I’ll ever do this again or not.”
“Bet you will,” she says with a grin. “And the apartment three doors down is going to be available in the fall. You should rent it.”
“Your rent has to be out of this world,” I say as I look around her place. “I’ve never seen anything so nice in my life. I could never afford it.”
“You will be able to. You’ll see,” she says, then gets up. “I’m going to shower. You should too. Then we’ll get dressed up and go out to a club. It’s Saturday night and I think you should get out while you can. You might be spending the summer locked away.”
Getting up, I make my way to the guest room I’ve been staying in since she took me into her training program. “You’re right. And maybe finding a man for the night is a good idea.”
She stops dead in her tracks and looks at me with a scowl on her face. “No! No men, Petra. You’ve already been screened for everything known to man. You can’t have any sex until you’re bought. It’s in the rules. Didn’t you read them all?”
“I did, but I guess I didn’t fully understand that one. I thought it meant not without a condom.”
“No. Nothing. No kissing or touching. Nothing that you might take back to your Top. If you make him sick, then you don’t get a dime. That means with anything. Even a damn cold, Petra. Why do you think I have you on the vitamin regimen and the exercise schedule that I do?”
“I thought that was so I’d be in great shape. You should explain things better,” I tell her as I walk away. “I get it now. No sex, no kissing, and no touching any man.”
“Or woman, Petra!” she tells me sternly.
“Why would I even try to be with a woman, Leticia? You know that’s not my thing. No matter what I’ve done with you to get myself ready for whatever my owner might throw at me, I’m still a full-fledged heterosexual. No matter how sexy you are, sugar,” I say, then blow a kiss her way.
“So we understand each other, then?”
With a nod, I walk into the bedroom and think about what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. I’ve been with a chick and will soon be allowing a man to do anything with my body that he wants to.
What in the hell am I thinking?
Owen
The expensive brandy I’ve sipped on to steady my nerves has done little to help. The night has come. The auction will begin in just a little while, and I’ve seen Petra in person!
Her beauty wasn’t given justice by the one picture the site had posted of her. The way her silky black hair hangs to her waist makes my dick twitch. I can already feel it between my fingers as I take a lock of it and run it over my cheek.
She’s wearing what all the other women on the auction block are wearing tonight: a thin, white gown that goes to their bare feet. Cut low at the top and tied with a gold sash at the waist, it accents each woman’s assets as it clings to their bodies. None are allowed to wear a bra or panties underneath it, and traces of their private areas can be made out.
Petra Bakari has on very little makeup. She’s a natural beauty. Her heart-shaped face is accented with pink cheeks and lips. Her skin is perfectly tanned and dewy looking, as if she’s just come out of a cool shower, fresh as the morning air.
“That one there, she’s new,” some old man says as he points at Petra. “I saw her on the site. She’s one of my favorites.”
I make my way to where he’s sitting and clear my throat, then say, “I saw her list of what she’ll do and it’s pretty short. New isn’t always a good thing.”
He looks at me with faded blue eyes and nods. “I know her list is short, but with a Top like me, I can help her make it grow.”
“Push her past her limits?” I ask with a frown. “Not very sporting of you.”
