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My name is Elena, you gave me your business card at the diner yesterday. I’m not sure if you remember me, but I would like to know more about the job opportunity you were speaking of. You can email me or call me at 555-467-2954.

Elena Hastings

Hitting send, I set the phone beside me and stand. My room is a disaster and I need to clean it up while I try to come up with a game plan to take care of this predicament Mama has put us in. As if I didn’t work hard enough as it is, now I’m going to have to work harder.

Picking up the articles of clothing, I fold them and place them back in the dresser, hanging up items that need to be. Once all the clothes are put away, I put the bed back together. Guess she really thought I’d hide money in my mattress. All she had to do was sit on it to know there was none. The mattress is far beyond the time frame for a replacement. It might be why I have such terrible back pain at twenty. You’d think I was a seventy-year-old woman.

I’ve almost forgotten about the email when my phone dings with a notification. Picking it up, I click on it and open it up. It’s a response from Edward.

Elena,

I am so glad you responded. It’s not often I scout new people, but there was something about you that kept drawing me back. And I must say, I’ve overheard some of your conversations with your coworkers and calls you’ve made in regards to bills owed.

Something about you called out to me, call it the fatherly instinct in me, but I want to offer a chance to help alleviate some of the strain from your financial difficulties. I see potential in you and I’d like to aid you.

I run an auction. A very specific type of auction. All participants are there willingly, and in exchange, they are rewarded with a hefty monetary payment.

You would be auctioning off yourself for the weekend to vetted purchasers. Your safety would be in our hands and no harm would come to you. At the end of the weekend, you would be compensated with $500,000.00.

If this is something you are interested in, we would love to have you as part of the A Night to Remember Auction. Please see the attached NDA. Upon receipt, I will set up an STD test and you will have an interview with me personally.

This is all formalities.

I hope to hear back from you.

Edward

I read it over, still unable to believe what I’m reading. That’s twice today I’ve been offered something for sex, yet his offer will get us out of debt and I can get Mama the help she needs.

Can I have sex with some random man? Will he even want to be with a virgin?

There are so many things to think about, but the thought of being put out onto the streets with nowhere to go is at the forefront of my mind.

I poise my fingers over the screen, itching to reply, but the fear holds me back.

Sighing, I drop the phone on my bed and begin putting away the freshly washed clothes from my laundry basket. After a few minutes, my eyes drift over to my phone.

Fuck it! I can do this. I need to.

I race across the room and open the email back up, clicking on the attachment. It’s a document that opens in a program so I can sign it. Glancing over it quickly, I know that by placing my name on it, I’m agreeing not to tell anyone about the club or auction, how I got invited, or what happens there and during the weekend with anyone.

Why would I want to tell anyone that I sold my body for money? I’m basically becoming a well-paid prostitute.

I insert my signature and click back over to the email.

Edward,

I’ve signed the NDA. I look forward to meeting with you and discussing this more.

Elena

I almost added I was a virgin, but decided not to. I don’t want it to be a reason I could be declined. The money is too good to risk being turned down for holding on to my virtue.

Now I wait.

Chapter 5

Kyrian

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