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I didn’t even think of my boyfriend once until it was all over.

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He led me to a private room, maybe 20 feet square, and shut the door. The relentless pounding of the electronic music was suddenly muffled.

The smells of the club faded, too. The stink of sweat and sex was gradually replaced by the scent of the gorgeous man’s cologne: musky with a hint of spice.

The lighting was dim and the surroundings were shabby, but they were far less seedy than the rest of the club.

A shelf against the wall was stocked with towels and a basket full of condoms in foil wrappers.

There was also a small twin bed with threadbare sheets, a metal folding chair, and a sink.

The linoleum floor was clean but scuffed.

It reminded me very much of the room I’d been held captive in when I was 16.

Nicer, but similar.

“Would you like some music?” the gorgeous man in the suit asked.

“N-no,” I mumbled.

He smiled at me kindly. “Whatwouldyou like?”

“I…”

I glanced at the metal folding chair, and my heart skipped a beat.

I couldn’t look at him as I said it, so I stared down at the floor.

“…I’d like to be tied up.”

“On the chair?” he asked gently.

“Y-yes.”

“Naked or clothed?”

My heart skippedseveralbeats.

I suddenly felt hotter – and wetter – than I ever had with any boyfriend.

Nevertheless, I was still frightened, so I said, “C-clothed.”

“Alright, but I’ll need to charge you first. It’s six thousandbahtan hour, with a one-hour minimum. You can pay for the first hour, and then I’ll ask if you want to continue when your time’s up.”

Bahtwas the Thai currency, pronounced ‘bot’ in English.

There were 33bahtto a dollar, so the price was roughly $180 US.

“A-alright,” I said as I fumbled in my purse.

I handed him the cash. The man counted it, then slipped it inside his suit jacket.

“Thank you. I’ll need to go get some things. Do you prefer rope or something else? Scarves, maybe?”

“R-rope, please.”

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