Page 16 of Doctor's Demands
And I thought I had a bad past!
Petra
My entire body is shaking as I walk behind the trainer who’s taking me to apartment twenty-two, the place I’ll be spending all summer in. I have no idea if the man I was emailed about is my buyer or if it’s someone else. All I know is that I’m scared shitless!
“Who won me?”
The trainer shakes his head as he keeps walking without looking back at me. “That’s not for me to say. You’ll be given the money that he paid for you, minus the twenty percent the club gets, at the end of the period. Until then, it’s up to your new owner to feed, clothe, and house you. So be good, do what he wants, and things usually go well. And don’t forget that you can always call that emergency number you were given if at any time you want to end this. You’re always in charge, Petra. Don’t forget that.” He looks back at me and gives me a brilliant smile, as if that’s supposed to comfort me.
Anytime now some man will come to me and ask me to do God knows what. If I want the money he shelled out to use me as he wants to, then I will do as he asks. How badly do I want the money though?
“Do you know how much money I’ll be getting?”
“No. And neither will you, unless your owner tells you. You shouldn’t ask. It’s considered rude. If he doesn’t tell you on his own, then you won’t find out until the end of the contract when you go to Isabel to gather your reward for a job well done.” He glances at me over his shoulder, then tugs on the leash he’s leading me with. “If you’re very good, most of the owners leave generous bonuses on top of what they’ve already paid.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that. I’ll do my best to be what my owner wants.” I bite my lip as we walk through a crowded room full of men and women wearing masks. It’s a meet and greet of some kind, but that’s not the thing I’m here for.
I lower my head as we go through the people who openly stare at me.Bought woman coming through!
Humiliation fills me as I hear little whispers about me and how beautiful I am. One would think you wouldn’t find such things that bothersome to your psyche, but I’m feeling it pretty badly.
I’ve done this to myself. I’ve traded my body for money and this is how it feels. Leticia warned me about this. She told me the shame wouldn’t last. No one here is looking down on me. They all are a part of the same thing as I’m doing—trading energies that include using their bodies to do that.
Leticia said that I should look at what I do, with the man who bought me for the summer, as an exchange of energy. I have some and he needs some. He’s paid handsomely for the energy I will give him and I should feel proud of myself for being so compassionate to a fellow human being.
I suppose the pride will filter in later, because it’s not in me right now!
Thankfully, we leave the people-filled room and end up in a long, dark hallway. The only light comes from the red lights that are next to each door. I see a few green ones too and ask, “What happens here?”
“These are private rooms the members can come to. The green lights indicate that the rooms are unoccupied and the red ones have people in them.” He stops and turns around to look at me. “Care for a peek?”
“Is that okay to do?” I ask. “I mean, won’t that be like an invasion of their privacy?”
“They don’t mind, I promise you,” he says with a grin. “Here, let me open the little window and you can look in to see what’s happening.” He pulls open a small slot on the door and I can see a dim yellow light coming from it. “Go ahead. Look.”
Stepping up to the door, I gulp, then close my eyes and put my face into the opening. When I open them, I see a man has a woman all strung up with ropes. He’s using a whip. Not on her, though. He’s whipping the air all around her and she’s writhing in her bonds. They both glisten with sweat and my body heats.
“That’s kind of erotic,” I mumble.
“It is, isn’t it?” he says to me, then pulls my leash. “Come on now. We can’t keep your owner waiting.”
I close the window and follow him again. We walk until we leave that hallway and come to a door. He opens it using a card and in we go. It’s well-lit and charming. Ornate sconces hang on the wall, lighting the wide hallway. “Are these the apartments?”
“Yes, they are. This area is very secure. You don’t have a thing to worry about. At the far end of this hallway is the restaurant that’s generally used by our renters. But make sure you talk to your owner about where you’re allowed to go before you go anywhere. Some don’t care at all, while others can be stricter. As always, do what he says and things will go well.”
I nod as we stop at a door with the number 22 on it. The gold plate is shiny and I think I’ll see this in my memory for years to come.The moment I saw the door I will be doing insane things behind!
He opens the door without stepping a foot inside. Unhooking the leash, he sets me free in my new home. There’s a nice-sized living room, complete with lavish furnishings.
I turn back to look at the man who brought me here as he says, “This is where I’ll leave you, Miss Bakari. Enjoy your stay with us. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
“Maybe,” I say. “Thanks.” I’m not sure what I’m thanking him for, but it seems like the thing to say to the man whose face will permanently be etched in my brain as they guy who took me to the apartment I lost my soul in.
He closes the door and I’m left alone in my new abode. Making my way around looking at everything before my man gets here, I find only two doors leading off from the living room. Opening one, I find a bathroom that’s huge. A stand-up shower and a deep bathtub that takes up one side. There’s your basic toilet and sink, then another door. I go inside and open it to find it’s a closet, filled with all kinds of clothes.
Upon closer inspection, I see it’s all lingerie. Nothing to wear to go out in. The man who won me must be that man who intends on keeping me locked away. Otherwise, there would be clothes to wear outside of the bedroom in here too, I bet.
There’s another door and I open it to find a normal-looking bedroom, except for the things that are lying on the bed. A red monoglove, two sets of red furry cuffs, a red blindfold, and a gag are lying on the black, silk-covered bed. I shudder as chills race over my body. “I’ll be completely immobile and unable to see or speak. But I’ll be able to hear. That’s not going to be fun.”
