Free Sold for Sex by J.A. Bailey Page A

bed.”
    “Over my dead body,” she snapped
as the blood rushed back into her sore pussy.
    He smirked again before nodding
to the man holding onto her. He released her arms and Holly rolled her shoulders
in an attempt to ease the ache.
    With Justin leading the way,
Holly worked her way through the small tables and leather couches, all occupied
with naked and semi-naked women and men in all kinds of gear. Some came
straight from work and were still in suits, while others were in full Dom mode
and dressed up for the occasion, usually in black leather or latex. The blue
strobe lights and faintly pulsing music all amped up the sexy vibe of the club.
    While Holly was used to it and
she appreciated that those who worked here, enjoyed what they did, she had
never considered that she’d be one of the girls. Some did it for fun, some did
it for money. But they were all willing. She pictured it sometimes…what it
would be like to be tied up and fucked and whipped…She shuddered. With her
limited experience, she knew she was definitely not submissive material. Was
her uncle really going to force her into doing the same?
    Her uncle sat behind his desk,
his portly belly resting against the edge. As a fetish club owner, he was about
as vanilla looking as they came. His comb-over and sweaty red cheeks all gave
him the appearance of a gentle man, involved in something academic perhaps, but
nonetheless his club, SinSity, was one of the most popular haunts for Doms in London.
And most of that was down to the fact that her uncle was a ruthless
businessman.
    “Are you serious?” she asked him
bluntly.
    He grinned and pulled off his
glasses, setting them on the desk calmly. “Serious about what, sweetheart?”
    “You want me to…you want me to…
you know!”
    “Be with a client.”
    “Yes!” Holly exclaimed as she put
her hands on her hips.
    “That’s right.”
    “Are you kidding me? I’m your
accountant, nothing more. Get one of your other girls to do it.”
    “Look, Holly,” he rested his chin
on his hands, “this is an important client. Very rich. We need to keep him
happy. And to do that, we need you.”
    “This is ridiculous. First you
take over my life, then I have to work for you and now you expect me to fuck
for you?” Holly shook her head, fighting the churning of her stomach. Her uncle
could do as he wanted with her. Her life was in his hands.
    “Yes, I expect you to fuck for
me. You can always refuse. In which case, you know where the door is.”
    Holly darted a look at the door
and then back to her uncle. He watched her calmly through his cool grey eyes.
She longed to throw a punch in his face, storm out the door and never look
back, but where would she go?
    After becoming orphaned at a
young age, her uncle had taken her in. Her parents had been the hippy sort and
had little to call their own, so neither did she. She was completely reliant on
him. Slowly but surely, he sapped away every measure of independence and before
she knew it, she was twenty-five, still living in his house and working for
nothing as his accountant in his club.
    Where would she go if she ran?
She had no friends, no family, no money. She sighed. No choice. Unless…
    “You need me…” she tried
tentatively.
    “What?” he snapped.
    “You need me, don’t you? I mean,
if you want to please this rich client, then you need me.”
    “Holly, get to the bloody point.”
    “I’ll do it.” She watched as a
self-satisfied smile came over his chubby face. “But only if you give me some
money and let me leave.”
    Her uncle’s face went from pale
pink to red as his face crinkled with rage. “Leave? You ungrateful little
bitch. Why should you want to leave? I put a roof over your head and give you
work, and you want to leave?”
    “How important is this client?”
she persisted, drawing herself tall. She was used to her uncle’s rants.
    He bristled. “Very important.
He’s a bloody billionaire.”
    “And he wants me?”
    “He wants