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First published by Kendall Ryan Books 2014
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Tonight I will be sold to the highest bidder. As I stand here in this quiet room, I try to find that little voice of reason telling me Iâm doing the right thing. Sheâs nowhere to be found. Traitorous whore.
I meet my dim blue gaze in the mirror and remind myself that Iâm entering into this arrangement knowingly, and by choice. Not the choice I want to make, certainly not my lifeâs ambition, but itâs a choice I have to make in order to save someone I love.
In another hour I will belong to someone â a man with sick needs and fetishes that propel him to purchase his companion rather than date a normal girl. Heaven help me.
Sophie
Iâve been told that I could go for more than two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and maybe more given that Iâm still a virgin. The money will mean the difference between life and death for my twin sister and best friend in the whole world. It will mean I can pay the fees to get her into the experimental treatment program for advance stage ovarian cancer. Weâre both just twenty-one years old and have barely lived. When she got cancer at age nineteen and had a hysterectomy, I promised her Iâd carry her babies someday, a promise I intended to keep. And now sheâs facing death in a matter of months if I donât intervene, which is why Iâm standing in the dimly lit dressing room applying my third coat of mascara and dressed only in a pair of panties.
Iâd found out about this place completely by coincidence. A few weeks ago, I would have never believed places like this existed. Iâd been searching online for money making schemes â something, anything, that could help me raise the three hundred thousand dollars we needed. My parents made ends meet, but just barely. So I knew it was up to me. My job searches turned out to be a joke. My skills could earn me minimum wage waiting tables. Thatâs when my internet searches got more interesting and my attitude bolder.
I agreed to an interview at a local strip club. As if the interview itself wasnât embarrassing enough â being asked to undress in front of the clubâs owner and prove my non-existent dancing abilities â when heâd asked how much money I hoped to make dancing and I said three hundred thousand dollars in the next few months, heâd laughed in my face and told me to get dressed. It was obvious to us both that based on my dancing skills, Iâd never earn that kind of money. Let alone in my small Northern California town.