Free The People Traders by Keith Hoare Page B

she sat there, panic setting in. This man was the only chance she had of escape and she'd thrown it away. Then an idea began to form in her mind, with a little effort she might turn things her way.
    "What do you expect of me?" she called.
    He turned and looked back. "I'd expected you'd be grateful I want to help. Grateful enough to the point that you'd want to cement the deal, so to speak?"
    Karen laughed. "Oh, I see; the truth is, it’s fuck me and my problems, just screw me and go."
    He looked away and began kicking at the bottom of one of the packing cases. "That's a bit harsh, you asked for the help, not me. There are a couple of other girls knocking around but I've no chance with them, they're booked up solid. I've been on this bloody ship for ages and I feel horny, so take it or leave it," he laughed, expecting her to say yes.
    Karen looked interested. "Who are these other girls then?"
    Barry wasn't inclined to change the subject, so he scowled at her. "They're just a couple of hookers that's all. So are you prepared to take your knickers off or not?"
    She remained silent for a moment, keeping him guessing. She now had a plan but would it work? "Tell you what, come and sit down on the chair and I'll make you a proposition," she finally said.
    Barry's eyes lit up; the girl was desperate and he could see a fun hour or so coming up. Sitting on the chair as she'd asked, he waited for her proposal.
    "Here's the deal," she said shyly.
    "Go on," he urged.
    "Get me help and I promise you can have me for the night. That means, Barry, from dusk to dawn. I'll do anything for you, no matter what. Think about it, Barry, I'm seventeen and never been with a man. You'd be getting a virgin and a very grateful girl prepared to play and experiment. How's that for an offer?"
    His eyes opened so wide she thought they'd fall out. "You mean it, Karen? You'd really spend the night with me and play out all my fantasies?"
    She moved closer and kissed him on the lips gently. "Every word, Barry, besides your fantasies, I've a few myself I'd like to try. I promise it'll be a night to remember."
    He sat there for some time without replying. He'd never had an offer like that and it'd be quite easy to telephone home. The ship had satellite communication and he'd already phoned home twice.
    "Okay let's do it, get your clothes off," he demanded.
    Karen laughed. "Not now, silly, when you've called home for me. Like you say, you've only a couple of hours now, I'm offering a night."
    He looked despondent but Karen wasn't finished with him yet. "While you think about my offer, I'm going to give you a taste of just what I can do. We've got Sky at home and when my mum and dad went out once I tuned into a sex channel. My dad watched them when we go to bed, my mum didn't know but my sister and I did."
    "What sort of taster?" Barry asked with interest.
    She grinned. "I think I can copy what was on telly; you know what a lap dance is? You have to sit on your hands and promise you won't touch. I'm really scared though, so if you don't keep your promise not to touch me, I'm finished and the deal's off."
    Barry quickly sat on his hands as she'd asked. "Okay, Karen, I agree, but it had better be good."
    She frowned. "I'll do my best, Barry; I'm not a dancer you know, so all I ask is that you call home for me."
    "Stop talking and get on. It's the all-night one I'm really looking forward to," Barry replied quickly.
    "Okay, but close your eyes till I'm ready then," she said.
    Karen went to the bed and got out of the clothes Assam had given her. Stripping quickly, she pulled the tiny knickers on, followed by the shorts and fastened the blouse. With the high-heeled shoes he'd also left, she knew Barry would be stunned. Taking a look at him with his eyes closed, as she clipped her hair back, a smile came across her face. She'd no intention of keeping her promise as the thought of making out with him made her retch, but someone needed to know she was still alive and, if it