I looked at the dress through the window and suppressed a groan of longing. I'd already been inside the store and tried it on, so I knew that it fit and looked gorgeous on me, but it was 500 dollars. There's
no way
my parents could afford to let me spend that much on a dress that I'd probably only wear once or twice.
I fiddled with my long red hair, and tried to come up with some way to earn enough money to buy the dress. At 18 years old, I had a part time job after school to help pay for college. I also set aside some money for a dress, but so far I'd only managed to save up about 200 dollars. Even if I spent every cent of my next check on the dress, it wouldn't be enough.
The dance was only 2 weeks away! I didn't really have a date; I was going with my friend. He was my next door neighbor, and while we had been friends for years, we weren't anything more. In fact, his girlfriend had just broken up with him, so I was going with him to be nice.
Even if we weren't like that, he might ask me to have sex with him... After all, it was somewhat expected that couples attending their senior prom together would try to sneak off and have a bit of fun after the dance. I guess it didn't really matter to me because I trusted him, and he
would
make a good boyfriend.
I was staring at the window in a way that made my eyes go almost blurry. I was unfocused and didn't really see anything, not even the dress I wanted so badly. Something caught my eye, and though it took me a moment, I realized that there was a man sitting on a bench behind me – staring at me.
The mall was crowded, so it was nothing for someone to want to rest their feet for a moment on the benches provided by the mall. He was probably only people watching, and not really interested in me in the slightest, but something about his gaze made me wonder. I'm not sure, but I think he was in his 30's or 40's. He looked like he worked out, and was pretty handsome.
Handsome?! What the hell am I thinking??? He's probably at least as old as my dad! I decided to move on.
Without really intending to, I kept some of my attention on him, so I immediately realized it when he got up and followed me. I stopped in front of another window display and pretended to examine it. Sure enough, he sat to watch me some more.
Ok, now that's just creepy! What do I do, what do I do? I could head to the mall security office, but he wasn't really doing anything, so should I really make a big deal?
I went to the nearest ladies room, took care of some business, and then reapplied my makeup. Maybe I had wasted enough time that he would have moved on by now. I kept my eyes on my cell phone as I emerged from the bathroom, and used my peripheral vision to scan the area. He was sitting on a chair, waiting for me.
I didn't want to risk him stalking me all the way home, and I also didn't want to go to security unless he was actually doing something wrong, so I flopped into a different chair – one that I happened to know was right under a security camera.
I texted a few of my friends, and surfed the net a bit on my phone. I loitered there for at least a half an hour, but still... he did not move. Oh God! At this point, I may just need to tell him to stop following me!
I got up to leave. If he followed me again, I was just going to have to report him to the security office. I had to pass him as I walked away, and he startled me as I did so.
"Excuse me..."
I looked at him in surprise; I didn't think he would actually talk to me! "May I help you?" I asked sweetly in my customer service voice.
"I have a confession to make... I've been following you."
What was I supposed to say to that? "Um... okay?"
"I know that this is entirely inappropriate, but... if I paid you 1000 dollars, would you have sex with me?"
I was open-mouthed in shock! "I am not that kind of girl!"
What the hell?! Why would he ask me that? Did I look like a whore? I was modestly dressed, and my makeup wasn't bad. I liked it to look like I was wearing none at all so I couldn't look like a slut.
He was still watching me, and his expression made me think that he didn't believe me. Well of course he doesn't believe me! What am I still doing standing here?
Then again... he was offering me 1000 dollars! With that kind of money, I could buy my dress
and
have money left over to put into my college savings account. 1000 dollars...
What the hell am I thinking?! I am not going to accept his offer, but because I was too absorbed in my thoughts to move, he probably thought I was waiting for him to ask again. Like it would be okay if he simply asked me a second time!
Turn him down girl! Don't just stand there, walk away! Go report him to security! Do
something
!
"5000!" I blurted out.
What
???
"Excuse me?"
I blushed and looked at the floor. "I really have never... I'm not that kind of girl, so... If I'm going to sell you my virginity, shouldn't I get paid a lot more for it?"
He gave me a questioning look, and then smiled a tiny bit. "You're absolutely right. It's good to see a girl who values herself so highly... but... if I am going to pay you 5000 dollars, then I expect to have you all to myself for the entire weekend
and
you will let me do whatever I want to you."
I was still looking at the floor and I bit my lip. I already stated that he would be buying my virginity, which meant he would be going all the way. What more could he possibly want from me? Oh... I bet he'll want me to give him a blowjob and maybe even swallow.
That thought made me grimace slightly. It wasn't pleasant to think about, but having 5000 dollars in my college savings account would really help me in the future. I could maybe even buy a laptop!
"O... Okay!" I finally replied. I already figured that he meant now, since it was a Friday afternoon, and there was too high a chance that I'd back down or even report him if I waited until next weekend. I pulled out my cellphone again.
"Mom? Alicia invited me to spend the weekend at her house. She wants to have a Harry Potter marathon before we go see 7 part 2. Can I?" I didn't technically have to ask, but always better to do so. That way, my parents couldn't get mad at me...
"Um... I guess that would be fine. Your father and I were planning on going out to dinner tonight anyway."
"Great! See you Sunday," I smiled as I said that. To be honest, I was a nervous wreck, but if I smiled on the outside, hopefully she wouldn't realize something was off.
"Have fun honey."
"You too!" I bade her. Afterwards, I put my phone away, and then silently followed my... buyer? Client? Oh God! What have I gotten myself into?
I thought of one more thing and grabbed my cellphone out of my pocket again. "Hi, you've reached Sadie's phone, and I'm sorry I can't answer it, but my battery has died, and I won't be able to charge it for a couple of days. Please leave me a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." I hung up, turned my ringer to silent, and then pocketed my phone.
"Isn't that dangerous? What if I do something horribly bad to you? How will anyone ever know where you went, or something like that?"
I shrugged. "I am definitely on the security cameras here in your company. I figure if things don't turn out the way we've agreed they will, then my parents will have a starting point, and the police'll know who to look for after reviewing the footage here."
"Good point... Ah... So you did notice me following you, and that's why you sat where you'd be visible to several cameras."
I nodded with a small smile.
"Pretty smart actually," he grinned at me.
"That's me," I sighed with a strange emotion, like disappointment mixed with sadness. "In the top one percent of my class."
"Isn't that the same as saying you are the top of your class?"
I laughed. "Well, not exactly. My class size is close to 3000 students, so there are actually a couple others at the top with me... like 30..."
"I see."
By this time, we were at his car. He opened the front passenger door for me – like a gentleman from the movies – and waited for me to get in. I hesitated for only a second, and then got in.
Why was I doing this again? Oh yeah... 5000 dollars... Dear mom and dad, I am sorry that I turned out to be such a bad girl after all. I didn't really plan to be bad, but...
His house actually wasn't far away. I could walk home from here if I needed to, but I was confused now. Did a man who lived in this regular neighborhood really have 5000 dollars to spend on my virginity, or was that just bait to lure me here.
I sighed and muttered, "I guess I'm not as smart as I'm supposed to be."
I don't think he heard me as he was walking around to open the door for me again. He held out his hand and I took it as I got out of his car. I don't know what I was expecting, but so far I was a tiny bit disappointed.
He opened his house door and escorted me in. Inside, he held my hand for a minute, simply looking into my eyes. I saw a strange expression cross his face.
"Not that it matters – I'm doing something illegal here either way – but how old are you?"
"18 for two more months." Which made me older than all the other kids in school, but I had been shy, and my mom kept me home from an extra year. I was still shy, which sort of explained why I hadn't gotten around to losing my virginity. Yet, heh heh..
"I see... and rather more honest than I expected."
I heard a clock chime 7PM, and then wondered who had clocks that chime anymore? Whatever...
I nervously watched him watch me, wondering what he planned to do. Was he just going to whip it out right here and expect me to suck on it? Or was my first time actually going to be in a bed?
He didn't answer my silent question, but he did lead me to a bedroom. I briefly looked at all of the pictures on his wall, and realized that he was pretty much alone in all of them. Looks like he didn't have a family to care that he was planning on paying a teenager for sex.
"Wait here," he commanded, abandoning me in his room for a moment.
I looked around his bedroom, and was mildly surprised that it was as clean and pleasant as it was. It was definitely decorated by a man, but not in a bad way. One would almost think that he had an interest in interior design.
"I know you might find it strange for someone to have this kind of cash in their house, but here you go," he said as he handed me a thick envelope.
I looked through it enough to realize that there probably really was 5000 dollars in it.
Oh my God
! My hands shook as I thought about the money in my hands. I was officially holding more money than I had ever seen in my life!
