This is my first story, so please leave a comment on any positive/negative parts that you found. I have a few large story ideas but a fellow lit author told me to start small with a short story before tackling a large project. So here is my short story, it is really quick into the heated scenes but I tried my hardest to keep a small story going through all the smut.
I hope you all enjoy and no-one in the story is under 18.
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I'm shaking so much! I couldn't believe I'd actually driven here. Two-hundred kilometres of driving based on a promise, but that promise could see me through university without another worry.
My stomach has been trying to turn inside out for the past hour, never would I have I thought I could be so excited and so terrified at the same time. My nerves were fine when I left home but my fear kicked in as I got closer and closer to making this a reality.
A "girly" girl would be the last thing that anyone would ever call me, unless they saw me tonight. I spent all day yesterday at a beauty salon with my friend. My nails, hair and makeup all done up.
This isn't me, I should be in a tank top and shorts, not this black silk cocktail dress and stiletto heels. I wanted to be sexy tonight, so I had to turn to the only help I could find, Toni. I simply told her I was going on a date and the rest was her, though I thought it better to leave out the little detail of being paid to go on this date.
She curled my hair and sprayed it with all kinds of ungodly things. Now it feels fake and... bouncy? She even dyed it black. Toni said it makes my eyes even bluer, whatever that means. My face feels like it's coated in wax from all the makeup caked on me.
Sitting in my car, outside a nameless old building, parked by a dark alley at seven in the evening, all I could think about was how I got here.
A strange man comes up to you and offers you enough cash to make your dreams come true, if only you become his slave for one night.
What would any self-respecting girl do? Tell him to fuck off is what they'd do! The possibilities running through my mind had me think twice though.
It's what I would have done if he was a normal man, but this man was odd. He just seemed to have this stare that made me melt, all I could think of was all the things he would do to me. I hated to admit it but it turned me on a little, plus I have always fantasised about doing something truly careless and wild.
"You are MINE until midnight, you will do anything I tell you, no matter what," his grin searing into my memory.
"No fuckin' way! So you can beat and rape me?!"
All he let out from that was a little chuckle. "I will not beat or cut you. If you ever want to back out, give up the money and go home, just say the safe word," his voice echoed in my mind.
I've been with a few guys, but never had the guts to do anything out of the ordinary, and never had sex with someone I just met. I guess he saw that in me and that's why he would pay so much. Would it be so bad if I did this just once? For the money?
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Suddenly, reality reared its ugly head and snapped me back to where I should be. There he is, the strangely handsome man, the type that has impossibly perfect features, the type that you can never tell the age. Wearing a black suit, black shirt and a blood red tie. Smiling that smile that seems to get him anything he would ever want, and as it seems, that was me tonight.
He opened the door of my beat up old car with a bow, hand extended to help me out. Nervously, I took his hand and very unsteadily climbed out to the pavement. Those ridiculous shoes Toni gave me almost broke my ankle, the heels are almost two inches for Christ's sake!
"I'm glad you made it, I was getting worried you might have changed your mind," his voice was like silk but also masculine, he reminded me of a panther - smart, stealthy, sleek and oh so beautiful.
"I always keep my word," I pathetically tried to sound confident, but it was obviously just a front and we both knew it.
He just smirked back. "I like a girl who is determined."
A tingle ran its way down my spine as he finished that sentence. It sounded almost like a challenge to him, oh god, what have I got myself into?
"Come, it's freezing out here," still softly holding my hand, he led me to the door closest to us.
Clearly it was white once, but most of the paint had flaked and fallen off. My head just kept playing scenes of old 90's B-grade horror movies as he grabbed the knob and roughly jerked it open, it screamed and squealed in protest of being moved but eventually allowed us access.
The realisation of it all was hitting me with every step as I made my way inside. My heart was pounding, I couldn't believe I was doing this. Adrenaline ran through my body and my hands were shaking uncontrollably.
He continued through a series of rooms with me in tow, each one bare of anything except dust and cobwebs. Every room we entered, I felt a little more lost and a lot more scared. Countless doors were passed as we navigated the maze of this run-down building.
By the time we reached the ninth room I was close to having a full panic fit, but in the tenth room there was a nice warm light. Heat washed over me, sending the chill from my body, a stark contrast to the previous dark and cold rooms.
He sighed out happily "we're here," before turning to me and pulling me gently inside.
It looked like a room where you would shoot a porno, white carpet, blank walls and a king size bed in the centre with blood red linen. The only other furniture was a little oil heater in the corner and a single table on the left with a fat envelope.
He gestured toward the table. "As promised, all of it is there. I am sure you can trust my counting but if you want you can check."
Just to make it look like I was in some sort of control, I walked over to the table and picked up the envelope. Inside was more money than I have ever seen - I tried to hide facial expression but accidentally let out a gasp.
I dropped the envelope back onto the table and spun to face him.
"Please, get comfortable on the bed, I just need to fetch something."
I moved over to the bed as he left the room.
Instantly my feet felt the relief when I flicked the clasps of my shoes off. They fell from my feet and I tucked my legs up. "Aahhh, so much better," I quietly sighed in relief. How do women wear those horrid things for an entire night?
While waiting for the man to come back I began to wonder. This room had fresh paint. A brand-new bed, lovely silk linen. There was no doubt this man had money, and a lot of it. Why drag me here? Why not book out a hotel? He did promise not to hurt me, why am I so stupid for believing in him? Why the hell would he drag me here if he even had the notion of leaving me alive!?
Soon I was thinking of escape plans as my panic exponentially grew. I almost jumped out of my own skin when the he returned.
Through my panic, I moved to get up and run. "What's wrong? I just had to go get my phone." He pulled a small cell phone from his pocket as if he were presenting a gun to the police after being arrested.
My panic slowly soothed with the childish smile that grew on his face. I sat back down, pulling my feet under me, showing off my legs as my dress rode up to mid-thigh.
He let out a small laugh as his eyes travelled my body. "I thought you looked uncomfortable in those shoes."
All I could do was look down to my lap and blush.
"You look beautiful tonight." He smiled warmly.
"But you didn't need to go to that much effort. I liked the way you looked the other day,"
I looked up at him confused. "For how much money this is, I thought I should look as nice as possible."
He let out a sharp laugh. "For how much money this is, I could buy thirty girls that dress up like you are now. I wanted you because you look so... normal." His voice changed for the last word, taking on a predatory tone. I felt shivers of both fear and lust rush up my spine.
"Ahh." Was all I could let out.
As suddenly as the predator beneath his skin showed, it disappeared again. "You were just dressed in a blue shirt with a high neckline and a picture of a tree on the front. Dark jeans that hugged your ass so well and black runners. You looked like a girl who knows who she is. I find that incredibly attractive," he said then added after a sigh, "but very expensive."
My eyes grew wide as he recalled everything so accurately, it was unusual to have someone pay such close attention to me. Warmth slowly grew throughout me and I couldn't help but smile at the compliment.
"Well I guess you have me."
"Only for one night though, unfortunately." He looked playfully sad, putting on the slightest of pout but still looking sharp and handsome. "Do you remember the rules? I take them very seriously."
I nodded. "I do anything you say under the condition that you don't beat or cut me, midnight is when it all ends and if I don't do what you say, or I say the safe word, you take the money and we call it quits."
While reciting the rules, images of all the things this man could be doing to me on this bed flooded my mind. The excitement built but my stomach was still doing flips.
"Have you chosen a safe word?"
I couldn't help but look away from him, a little embarrassed. Although the money would be saved for all my university expenses, there'd be enough to buy something I always wanted.
"BMW,"
He let out a small laugh. "Good, now take off your panties and your bra, but keep the dress on."
A little shocked at how suddenly his demeanour changed, I sat there with a partially open mouth.
After a small pause he snapped me back to reality "Well I guess that was a quick night, if you can't even follow the first command,"
Quickly, I jumped up to my knees and moved my fingers under the dress. I found the waistband of my panties and pulled them to my knees. Keeping my legs closed, I sat back down and slipped them off.
Performing the difficult manoeuvre of removing your bra without taking your tight cocktail dress off is hard. I easily unclasped the back, but when I pulled the cups out of the top, both of my breasts spilled out.
Stunned, I looked up and found him quietly smiling away, staring at my chest. I desperately tried to stuff them back into my dress.
"I want you to play with yourself." His orders were completely different to what I expected him to be like. He was so kind and attentive, now he was blunt. I think it excited me even more this way.
