Short story- VIP Girl

Em’s heart hammered inside her chest as the car rounded the corner. She kept pulling at the hem of her too short skirt and fought the urge to text STOP into her phone, like a man fighting off a grizzly bear, or she could ask the driver of the beat-up car in which she sat to pull over, but she wanted to at least say she had gone to her destination. She has spent over five minutes standing on the sidewalk debating whether or not to even get into the car. In the end, she had slid across the hot leather seat of the hot car. Her driver, a too skinny male with yellowing teeth and stringy hair leered at her from over the seat back, talking about everything and anything, seemingly not bothered by the fact that she was not answering any of the questions he tossed at her. She’d never seen so many lights and tall buildings. She toyed with he skirt again, feeling very self-conscious. Was her makeup perfect? Had she done her hair right? Was she too skinny? Too fat? She had been obsessing over the details for months, ever since she had first entertained the idea of paying for a date. It wasn’t the same thing as hiring a gigolo or a hooker, this was different. Was it morally wrong? Maybe. All she knew was that it was safer than most boy meets girl scenarios. She had never planned on losing her virginity this way. That was for sure. The car slowed and came to a stop. Her driver looked over the seat at her, his mustard-toothed grin a sure sign he knew exactly what she was going to do. It made her skin crawl to have him leering so directly at her but she was not going to back out of it now. The others had done it, some of them more than a few times. Although sworn to secrecy, they had eventually gossiped about their own encounters until she caved and set up her own appointment. She had lied about her age, of course, not yet twenty-one she had used her sisters ID. She had also lied to her mother when questioned about her plans for the night and who she was going to be with. “You sure you want to go in there?” Yellow teeth grinned over the seat at her, his buggy eyes gleaming. “Yes. I’ll be fine, thanks.” “I hear things, you know, see the bruises afterward.” He paused, eyes boring into hers. “ Pretty thing like you should be at home safe with her dolls.” It was the wrong thing to say to Em. She grabbed the door handle and got out, shoving a wad of cash at him through his open window. “Thanks for the ride.” She felt her face going hot and wished he would just take the money and go away. “See you in a few hours.” He chuckled softly. “Whore.” “Excuse me?” But he was already pulling away from the curb, leaving her standing alone on the hot pavement. She tugged down the skirt, which left very little to the imagination and had cost her more than a months allowance. How much had she spent over the years on new clothes and makeup and donations? She didn’t know but it had to be well into the hundreds, not to mention how much this one night would cost her. Her family and friends all thought she had a drug addiction and they were not wrong but it was not drugs she was addicted to. Looking up at the tall Gothic looking building she debated fleeing. It had once been a church and then an upscale restaurant followed by a concert venue and now catered to something else entirely. Rumor had it that it was the brainstorm of two popular YouTubers whose channels had failed. There was much debate about who they were but so far they had remained anonymous. Still scared to death she forced her feet to move until she found a discreet door off to the side of the main entrance. The door was red and had a happy face sticker on it. Feeling a bit panicky, she forced herself to stay calm as all her fears, wants and desires fought for space inside her head. She feared rejection even if she had paid for this yet she was determined to go through with it. She lifted her hand and rapped softly. “Password?” The smooth voice came from a small speaker box next to a camera above her head. She felt like crying as she frantically dug into her purse, past the lube, sex toy, condom, and candy. Relief flooded her as her hand found what it wanted. She took the card with the crow on it and held it up to the camera. When the door buzzed she quickly grabbed the handle and pulled it open. A rush of cool air hit her face, eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. She was standing in a foyer of sorts, with a long hallway stretching out in front of her and off to the side through an elaborate arch was what looked like a bar area. There were black covered tables set with flickering red and black candles. It was a very plush looking lounge area with a long black lacquered bar against the far wall. She noticed the heavy purple drapes and matching velvet chairs. She didn’t know quite what to do with herself so she went to the bar where a very tall pale man stood watching her. He smiled as she sat on a stool. “Would you like a drink?” “Oh, no.” She kept her gaze on her hands. Terror was making her feel nauseated. “It’s easier if you do.” His voice was soothing as he poured her a glass of red wine and when she slid her card across the smooth wood he handed her a tablet. She knew what to do based on what she had heard. There were ten photos laid out for her to pick from, some she knew and some she didn’t but she had come for one reason only and without thought touched the profile photo of the person she had come to see. She wondered if anyone had ever changed their choice after seeing the photos. The bartender took the tablet with a smile and slid a white sheet of paper across the bar to her. It was a duplicate of the one she had already filled out on her computer. She quickly signed her name and drank down her wine. She knew she could back out at any time, yet when he placed a key with a room number on it in front of the empty wine glass she quickly picked it up and held it tightly in her hand. She didn’t even want to admit how wrong this was or find out how many others had gone before her. It only made her feel worse and besides, would he really be there if he didn’t want to do this? Would she? She felt sick as she stood up. Not from hunger because she had made sure to eat a good meal before going out. On shaky legs she went to the hallway, walking slowly towards the room number on the key. She knew what room she was getting, had chosen it as part of the process, along with noting her likes and dislikes, her preferences. There were a dozen rooms all done up in a different theme. You could choose a space theme, medieval, old west, mobsters and even a few mock-ups of peoples bedrooms. She had chosen the Gothic suite that came with a dungeon, not that she was particularly interested in that part. She just loved the opulence of the room and the huge bath. Now, standing outside the door she wondered again what happened if she bailed. Would anyone find out? Could she go in and just enjoy the time she got to spend with him without pushing herself out of her comfort zone. Who was she kidding, of course, she was going to go in. She had certainly paid enough. There had been girls who had opted out and no one had thought less of them. He was very sweet so she wasn’t afraid he would hurt her although she had hesitantly checked yes for light bondage. Oh, how her cheeks had flushed and her mother had thought she was getting sick when she came down for dinner. She could hardly eat after that, pushing around some peas and building a little potato tower. Steeling her nerves she placed her hand on the doorknob. It turned easily in her hand and she was bathed in a purple glow that made her smile from ear to ear. There was a nicely laid out table with black candles, strawberries and a bucket of ice with champaign. Beyond that was a monstrous black Gothic bed right out of a horror movie. The carpet was a thick red shag, perfect for laying on in front of the fireplace. She was instantly in love with this room and would have been content to just sit on the bed and read her favorite book. She had never had anything more than a glass of wine at Christmas so the champagne was intimidating and when she looked up her mouth dropped open. The ceiling was mirrored. She walked over to the stone steps that led down to the dungeon area and stopped on the second step. She had heard that the things below were very real. One girl had let her choice, an arrogant asshole of a man, do what he wanted to her and put her in the hospital. Em was pretty sure she didn’t want to go down the stairs, at least not tonight. She turned around and went to the bathroom. Another opulent room covered in black marble with a huge tub right in the center of the room. She was about to go back to her chair when he came in a door she had not seen and stood there with a smile. He held a rose in one hand and she was struck by how awkward he seemed. “So, your Em?” He went to pull out a chair and sat across from her. “Yeah. Were you expecting someone else?” She tried to laugh as she sat down. He ghosted her a smile and they sat in awkward silence until he poured them each a glass. He was decked out in full gear, Purple and black feathered headdress, Black leather arm piece that ended in claws, with gears and spikes. His makeup was white face, black neck and hands with black contacts and lips. She had loved the look from the second she had stumbled on one of his videos. Now sitting across from him all her questions were gone and she found herself at a loss for words. She then remembered her bag at her feet. “I’ve got you something.” She took the candy from the bag, delighted to see him smile. “Did you bring the other stuff?” “Yes.” Em’s cheeks colored as she suddenly had the urge to pee. She stood up quickly and excused herself to the bathroom where she checked her makeup and hair and fought the urge to throw up again. She almost knocked him over as she came out the door. “Drink?” He handed her the glass. She took it willingly. Drank it down and held the empty glass out for more. She knew she was supposed to sip it but she was so nervous. He poured her another glass and she drank that one down too. He then took her hand and led her to the edge of the bed. She didn’t resist him as her heart began to hammer in her chest. “Music?” He reached over to hit a button and the soft sounds of cellos filled the room. She would have felt even weirder had it been his own voice and the music that came from the speakers, although she loved the sound of his voice. She felt a bit faint and wondered again if she could really go through with this. Looking at him now, how could she not. She had paid for more than just sitting and talking. He made it easy by running a claw up her bare thigh, making her eyes slip shut and a mummer of sound slip from her dark lips. He leaned in to kiss her and she almost exploded right there on the bed. She let him push her back. Her dark nails raked lightly over the skin of his arms. She loved how he was not built but not too skinny either, for her he was just right. His hands slid up under her skirt, making her squirm. He smelled good and Em would always remember looking up into his eyes when he paused. “Are you sure?” Em nodded, clutching at his back. She could feel his erection through his black jeans. Her wet mouth found him again. “I’m fine.” She gasped when he slid her panties off. She had been dreaming of this moment for so long now it was here. “Do you want to get anything?” “No. We don’t have much time.” He chuckled, his fingers finding her wetness as she gently bit his neck. Their tongues danced as he helped her pull her top off and remove the skirt. She felt so vulnerable and small against him. She tugged at his fly and helped him take his jeans off before rolling over on top of him. She was not disappointed by his size and had watched a lot of porn to figure out what to do but this was easy, he made it easy. He sat up, his mouth finding one pert nipple. He rolled her back over and slowly entered her. Em groaned, biting her own arm as the pain sang to life. They began to move together and soon she was throbbing and warm. Her hips met his, thrust for thrust until her whole body shook with her first orgasm. He came with her, breathing heavy with his head on her chest. She stroked the feathers and smiled. A glance at the timer said they had more time. He caught her glance and smiled as she started to stroke him again. They kissed, their tongues driving together, their bodies moving, rolling, and nervous laughter filling the air as they fell off the bed. Laughing, they removed the costume. They made love in front of the fire before Em stood on shaking legs. She pulled him up and led him to the tub, turned it on and went to get them more champaign. The tub half full they got in and Em settled between his legs. His expert fingers found her shoulders and she was ridiculously horny again. “Thank you.” She sighed as her eyes slipped shut. She had left her purse next to the tub on purpose. Knowing she could easily reach into it and grab the gun nestled under the sex toys. He had been everything she had wanted and more. She knew the safety was off, her daddy had taught her well and for a horrible moment she saw herself take the gun, lift it up with shaking hands and fire. A bright red hold would appear in the center of his head and the grin would fall from his handsome face. He had been her first and she would have been his last. Perhaps next time she would end it. It gave her something to look forward to and next time she would take him downstairs to see how he liked being the one in pain. The alarm in the other room began to beep. Their time was up. She had gone through with it and had no regrets. They got dressed and he gave her a quick hug at the door, his eyes already on his phone. Her heart sank as she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. She passed another girl on the way out and her fingers tightened reflexively on her purse. Was she next? Did it even matter? She would be back home and back online in an hour, trying to decide on who she wanted to meet next.

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