Page 11 of Dirty Little Virgin
When I get back and climb onto my bed, pulling the laptop onto my lap, I see he’s answered,Auctions are done with the time limits stated in the contracts the people sign. There can be nightly auctions, weekly, monthly, and I’ve even seen one that was for one year. The most common are weekly. During that time, it’s up to the individuals if they stay together or meet at the club in private rooms or whatever they want to do. It’s all up to them. But money is exchanged for the purchase. And the person who’s auctioned off gets a percentage of that money.’
“Prostitution,” I whisper. Then type,Isn’t that illegal?
The clubs pay taxes, so no, it’s not. And the auctioned subjects are calledentertainersin the contracts. The contracts are worded much like hiring an actor.
But aren’t there sexually explicit things in many of the contracts?I ask, as the ones I’ve read about are very explicit.
Yes, but things of that nature can be legal. Think about the porn industry and how they’re paid to do what they do. And that’s all legal, mostly, because they pay their taxes. Where the government is concerned, it’s all about the money.
“The wicked dollar,” I say out loud. I need to put the financial thing to the side and focus on the other questions I have.Have you ever paid for it?
My dues to the club are all I’ve ever paid. The women I’ve met at the club are given money to be there. So, inadvertently, I’ve paid. Did I just lose your respect, Jade?
Not entirely,I answer him.But I am intrigued by the money factor. Women are paid to allow you to hit them. And now I have a much better idea of why some of them do this sort of thing.
It’s really not about the money. I don’t think it is, anyway.There’s a long pause, then he adds,I think I’ll ask a few of the women I’ve been with if that’s a big factor in why they do this. You really are an excellent interviewer. You make me think. I like that.
Happy with having him like me, I type,It’s odd to me, the way you make me feel. I just got a rush out of making you happy.
As you should. It was born into you, Jade. As a woman, making people happy is a basic instinct. If a baby cries, it normally triggers a woman’s instinct to find out why it’s crying and do what she can to make it stop. She wants the baby happy and healthy. It makes her feel good.
I see what you’re saying, Pierce.
So you can understand why some women in BDSM like to cater to their Dom? It makes them feel good. And as the Doms, we want our subs to feel good. That means if we take on a submissive for an extended period of time, we take care of the bills and the making of the rules. We take that off her back so she can do what she wants to. Make us excellent meals, take pride in the laundry and how clean the house is.
I laugh and type back,See, you lost me there. I and many other women don’t get our rocks off by folding laundry and cooking. I’m a pretty terrible cook. My only culinary skills are in the sandwich department. And I can nuke a mean frozen meal.
You’re single, right?
I am. I live alone. I have for the last five years,I answer him.
No one to cook or clean for, baby. If I was coming home to you every night, I bet you’d like to have me a clean home to come to after a hard day’s work. I bet you’d enjoy learning how to make me a home cooked meal. Did your mother cook for her family?
Mum cooked, yes.’
Did she act like she was put out about doing it? Or was she proud of what she served you all?
She took pride in her meals most times.I shake my head, as he’s turned things around in my head again.So you’re saying that I don’t fully understand things of this nature because I live alone. I have no boyfriend whom I could cater to. So there’s no way I can understand this at all.’
Pretty much. You should get yourself a man, Jade.
Truthfully, I reply,There are none who interest me at this point. Picking up just any guy wouldn’t have me experiencing this euphoric state of being a homemaker, Pierce. Nor would handing my body over to just any guy, either.
Tell me what you look for physically in a man, Jade.
You’re going to laugh, but here it goes. I like muscles, tons of them. I’m average height at five feet six inches, but I want a man to tower over me. He should be over six feet tall. And he should be extraordinarily handsome. I’m pretty hard to please, you see.I laugh as I wait for him to tell me how spoiled I am or something of that nature.
There are men like that, Jade. Keep your eyes peeled. You’re not asking for too much. And on that note, what are you doing to make yourself attractive to this fine specimen of manhood if you ever cross paths with him?
Looking at my sweatpants, which are baggy and the equally baggy shirt, I look into the mirror that hangs above my dresser. No makeup covers my pale skin. I need to get out into the sun more. My hair is hanging in limp strands, doing nothing to help my appearance.
The ding tells me he’s added something, and I read his words,How about the crotch area? Do you keep it nice and tidy or is it a bushy nightmare? You should think about how accessible it is. If you meet Mr. Right, will he need a weed whacker to get to your juicy goods or is it readily available for his snacking pleasure?
Pulling the elastic band of my sweat pants, I look down at the unkempt area and shudder.Um, I think I need to step up my game. Not that I ever had one,I write.
You should get on top of that. You should groom yourself just as much as you find attractive on a man. If you’re out of shape, do something about that. Eat right, exercise, do what you need to in order to be in the kind of shape you want in a man. So, how bad off are you, Jade?’
I’m a good weight for my frame. I could use some toning in the muscle department. I do have a problem with clothing. I can never pick out good things to wear. My weekend garb is most often sweatsuits, and my daily wear is jeans and pullovers. A raggedy pair of sneakers rounds out my ensembles.’
