Page 15 of Virginity Sold

“Hi Edward.” I pick at the edge of my apron. Betty let me leave early enough to do this interview. I lied and told her it was a follow-up appointment from my doctor’s visit and she even let me borrow her car. God, I hope she doesn’t have that app that can track where her car is. I’d hate for her to find out I was less than truthful.

He moves around his desk, taking a seat in his captain’s chair. My eyes can’t help but notice the folder he’s holding in his hand.

“I got your test results back, and as I’m sure you’re aware, you’re clean. I did, however, get a very interesting piece of information.”

“You did?” I swallow, as I worry my lip, avoiding any eye contact with him. I know he’s talking about me being a virgin, but unless he states it, I’m not saying a word.

He just looks at me, no emotion whatsoever to give me a clue as to what he’s thinking. If this is the ‘I think I made a bad decision in inviting you’ talk I’m about to get, I may die a little on the inside.

It’s what I get for putting all my eggs in one basket. I should’ve known it was too good to be true. Since when does anything remotely positive happen in my life?

“It came to my attention that you are a virgin. While it does not exclude you from the auction, I just want to make sure it’s how you want to lose it. I know many women still save their purity for marriage. Not that it’s seen often in this day and age. Were you?”

“It’s not something I was saving. I just haven’t had time to worry about it. I’ve been the main provider for my family since I was able to work, which didn’t leave time for dating.”

There, I was honest, and he said it wouldn’t prevent me from participating.

“Why didn’t your parents provide for you? Why did you feel you had to do it?” The way he’s looking into my soul, it’s like he has the answers and just wants me to admit them to myself.

“Well, my dad left when I was young. Our relationship was not the best. My mom has her own, umm, medical issues and blames me for him leaving. So it was work or starve. I chose the first. It’s why when you mentioned this, I responded, even though I know I’m not experienced. The money will be a game changer for me.”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me as he taps the folder on the desk.

“Very good. I have some papers here I need you to fill out. Some of the questions are very personal and I ask that you do that here. I’ll review everything and you’ll receive an email from me if you’re selected. It will have all the details you need about the event.” He slides the folder and a pen over to me and I open it, taking my first look.

Name

Email address

Age

Location

Sex (male, female, transgender)

Marital status (single, in a relationship, divorced, married, separated, married-cheating)

Okay, these are simple, nothing too hard. I’m not sure why he thought they would be personal. I click the pen and quickly fill out the answers. I can feel the heat of his stare, but I don’t look up.

Then I see the next question and I let out a squeak.

BDSM orientation (slave, sex-slave, sub, switch, Dom, Domme, sadist, masochist)

Edward clears his throat. “Are you okay, Elena?”

“Oh yeah. Umm, this question, the BDSM one, what if I don’t know?”

“Simply put you don’t know or you are willing to explore. Nothing will happen over the course of the weekend that you do not consent to. If you like, I can give you another paper so you can write down and research the terms if you like.”

I nod my head and he reaches into his desk, pulling out a notepad and hands it to me. Hastily, I write down the terms and then move on down the list of questions.

Sexual orientation

Height, weight

Smoker/non-smoker

Measurements (chest, waist, hips)

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