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

what you can provide,
yes.”
    “Which is?”
    “He wants a virgin,” he mumbled.
    Holly laughed. “I’m not a virgin!”
Well, only just.
    “Not that kind of virgin,” he
said tightly.
    “Then what…? Oh…” she said as
realisation sunk in. He wanted an anal virgin. Jesus, her uncle was a sick
fuck. He wanted to pimp out his niece because she was the only woman in the
building who hadn’t done anal. Blowing out a breath, she secured him with her
gaze. “Twenty thousand.”
    His eyes narrowed. “What?”
    “Twenty thousand pounds. I’ll do
it for twenty thousand pounds.”
    “Twenty—?” her uncle spluttered.
    “Yep. Come on, it must be worth
it. If he’s a billionaire, think about the what’ll happen if he becomes a
repeat customer. I bet he’ll probably spend twenty thou on champagne alone
tonight anyway.”
    “Fucks sake, and you’ll go
where?”
    Holly shrugged. “I don’t know.
Somewhere, anywhere.” Away from here. £20,000 was enough to pay rent for
a good while and allow her time to search for a job.  Was she really going to
sell herself for money? She glanced over her uncle’s sweaty face. Oh yes,
definitely
    Stroking at his chin, he
considered her for a moment before lifting his hands in surrender. “Fine. Ok. Twenty
K. But you do it properly, you understand? He has to come back. Be submissive,
be perfect. Do everything he asks. You got a hot body, so he’ll want you, but
he won’t want you if you do anything wrong. This guy has a reputation for being
picky.”
    “Good. Ok.” Holly drew in a deep
breath as the hammering in her heart picked up again. What the hell had she
just done?
    Motioning to Justin, her uncle
nodded at him. “Get her a sub outfit and take her to him. He’s in one of the
private booths.”
    With a nod, Justin turned to her
and leered. “Come on then, Hol, let’s get you kitted out for yer fuck date.”
    Swallowing the lump in her
throat, she followed Justin out, muttering to herself, twenty thousand,
twenty thousand, twenty thousand.
    ***
    Half an hour later, Holly was in
the club sub uniform. A tight latex dress, with easy-access zips and an open
back. Only strips of latex covered her arse, keeping the dress on. She had no
knickers on and her breasts were pushed up by the latex until they threatened
to spill out of the black material. She had taken her red hair out of its usual
bun and it trailed over one shoulder. A black choker sat around her neck, a
small silver ring thread through it. As she studied herself in the mirror, she
conceded that she looked the perfect sub. Only the most attractive subs worked
at SinSity and it surprised her to realise that she matched up easily to them.
    The door came open and Justin
whistled as he eyed her. She spun around, her cheeks flaming only to realise
the he could still see her arse in the mirror. Clapping her hands over it, she
shifted away from the mirror.
    “I wouldn’t bother. I’ll probably
see a lot more of you soon.”
    Narrowing her eyes at him, Holly
went to stomp past him but Justin grabbed at her arm, pulling her to a halt.
    “Ah, ah, ah. You forgot
something.”
    “What?” she snapped.
    “Hands behind your back,” he demanded.
    Gritting her teeth, Holly put her
hands behind her back and waited as Justin bound her wrists together. His
fingers lingered over her bare buttocks and she fought the urge to kick back at
him. Once she was restrained, he wrapped his hand around her elbow and led her
through the club.
    Holly kept her gaze on the
ground, more in an effort to disguise her nervousness rather than look
submissive but she hoped it worked. She just had to please this man. He
would be her ticket out of this hellhole. She peeked at the woman that
currently occupied the stage as her screams of pleasure breeched the thumping
music. Holly felt her pussy moisten as she watched a fierce looking Dom pound
his cock into her. What must it be like , she wondered, to feel
that much pleasure?
    Her pulse throbbed