Page 5 of Filthy Commitments
I got up and took her by the hand, leading her through the house. She was already breathing heavy then I opened the front door. “Bye, Maggie.”
She stopped the heavy breathing with one loud huff. “Jett Simmons, you’re a fucking dick!”
“I know.” I closed the door in her face and locked it. Then went back out to my deck to think about what I could do about getting myself a fake wife.
Asia
“Miss Jones, it looks like I’ll be seeing you again next semester.” Professor Laughton placed the sheet of paper face down on my desk.
I didn’t even have to look at it. But bet I wouldn’t be taking his class again, he was an ass. I’d find another Data Extracting teacher for my next round no matter how difficult that was with the other hellish classes. That also signaled the end of my free ride to college. My scholarship had gone down the drain and I was left with no idea how to come up with enough money to make next year’s tuition.
With my head hung low as I made my way back to the dorms. At least, I knew I’d have a roof over my head and food to eat until school got out in a couple of weeks. Bummed didn’t even come close to what I was feeling.
As I was strolling on the campus lawn, I bumped someone’s shoulder, taking my attention from the green grass, which I was flattening with every step. “I’ve seen better faces on a potato.” It was a friend of mine, Joy. She was one of those beautiful rich girls who had no problems and she’d never understood mine. “So, what’s up with it?”
“Nothing.” I plodded along, trying to get to my room before I burst into tears.
She got in front of me, stopping me, and taking my chin in her hand. Her nails were perfectly manicured with a shiny pink polish on them. Her hair, perfectly quaffed. She was just too perfect. “Something’s wrong. Come on, tell me, Asia. No reason to keep it all bottled up.”
The tears were stinging my eyes. “I’m about to cry, Joy. Just let me go.”
Wrapping her arm around me, I noticed the delicate scent of her perfume. It smelled expensive. “You come with me. I’m not about to leave you to cry alone.” She whisked me away before I could protest.
The next thing I knew, we were sitting in her apartment. She was making margaritas and serving up some chips and salsa. I was soon drowning my sorrows as I ate the spicy food. But I still wasn’t feeling any better about things.
Taking a seat at the table across from me, Joy was ready to hear my pitiful story. “Spill it, Asia. All of it.”
The words spilled out of my mouth as tears spilled out of my eyes, “I can’t finish college! I failed a class, and my scholarship is going to get revoked! I have to make a shit-ton of money to pay for everything now, and I don’t know how I’m going to do it!” I bellowed and whined then laid my head on the table and gave up.
“Oh, that’s an easy fix. You can do what I did. I didn’t have any money for college, and I found a way to pay for that and then some.” Her words were crazy. She made no sense to me.
She didn’t have money for college?
The girl reeked of expensive things. She had all the latest brand named everything. A great car. A bad ass apartment. She had it all and was going to school.
“How?” That’s all I could say as I wiped my eyes and shook my head in disbelief.
Did she really have a great way to make all the money I needed?
“There’s this place in Oregon…”
I cut her off. “I can’t get there. I don’t have money to do that.” It was hopeless. I’d never get to finish school.
“Listen to me, Asia. I signed up for an auction. I put myself up to be a man’s submissive partner. The one I was in was for a two-month contract. The club pays for the plane ticket to get you there. They dress you in their clothes, and when a man purchases you, they take over everything else. They provide you with clothing, food, drink, shelter. You are theirs to take care of for whatever time the contract says.”
“That sounds a little bit too good to be true, Joy.” I just wasn’t believing her. It couldn’t be real.
“Well, there are things you must do, of course.”
I picked up a napkin and blew my nose. “Of course.”I knew there was a catch!
“You have to do whatever he wants. But you have control over it all.”
“That’s an oxymoron if I ever heard one. Do what he wants, yet I’m in control.” I wasn’t buying it.
“Yes, you see you fill out a list of things you will and won’t do. For instance, I won’t ever do knife or gun play.”
“Fuck! What kind of shit do these men want?” I was shocked.
