Page 2 of Sin

Den of Sin. Our Business is Your Pleasure.

Cute.

I grab my phone and pull up their website out of pure curiosity.

Virginity Night. Bidding starts at $10,000! Members only.

It seems like a small amount to me but it says, starts at. So maybe it’d be more? Regardless, Ten-Thousand dollars is exactly what I’ve estimated I need to at least get to Canada. I need it to be an English-speaking country because I don’t want to be stranded somewhere and unable to even speak the language.

I’m staring at the website as my driver pulls up to my hotel for the night. It’s off the strip and I already contacted the manager and asked if I paid double if he’d let me pay in cash, because using my card is not an option right now. The quickest way for them to track me is probably through credit cards.Thank you true crime tv shows.

I walk into the hotel that probably should be called a motel because it’s not nice. It’s small, smells like body odor, and could use a cleaning. Maybe a fresh coat of paint since the white walls are marked with more than one layer of dirt. Beggars can’t be choosers, I remind myself. If it’s this or a bullet in my head,I choose this.

The desk clerk glances at me with annoyance as I hand over the cash for my room.

He hands me a key card. “Room twelve. Second floor. Ice maker is at the end of the hall.”

I force a smile on my face, “Thank you,” and nearly shiver from his unwanted gaze. He appears to be in his thirties with an eyebrow piercing and clothing that might be two sizes too small. If the eyes are the window to the soul, he doesn’t have one. I turn away from his dead stare and go back outside.

Three floors of outside rooms. I make my way to the stairwell and climb to the second floor, constantly observing my surroundings. A dim light flickers above me, beer cans and cigarette butts litter the ground. I glance around me to make sure no one is following me because I’m always on the lookout for the men.

I have wracked my brain trying to figure out why they killed my family and are now after me. Whatever the reason, I still haven’t figured it out. My father was an accountant for wealthy people and there were a few men that had problems with him, but it’s hard to imagine it would be serious enough to kill him and his entire family over. My mother was a dedicated housewife and an absolute angel. There’s no way someone would have wanted her dead. It drives me crazy, but of course finding out the reason won’t change anything. I’d still have men hunting me. Men that I know with no doubt will kill me if they get to me.

I step into my room and close the door behind me, locking myself in and turn with a crinkling of my nose. The room is basicwith a queen sized bed with a red comforter, matching the carpet that is heavily stained, there’s a black chair on the other side of the room, a white nightstand with chipped paint, and a brown dresser. Whoever set this room up didn’t even bother attempting to color coordinate.

The blinds covering the large window are filthy, covered in at least three layers of dust, along with the small television directly across from the bed. I place my backpack on the end table, figuring it’s likely the cleanest surface in this room.

Reluctantly, I walk over to the bed and pull the comforter down and spot several stains on the sheets. Are they stains? Or have they not been washed? I don’t think I want anything to do with sleeping in this bed, so I take a seat on the chair instead while I pull up the website I was looking at earlier.

Out of curiosity, I look at their member page. I quickly find out it’s a private BDSM club, and the application is lengthy and with it, there’s a fee of one hundred thousand dollars. Application fee.Non-refundable.Wow. I can’t imagine paying that kind of money to get a membership and then not getting in and losing the money. These men must have more money than sense because that’s insanity. That’s just for men, though. There is no fee for women to join, but there is an application process.

My fingers tremble as I dial the phone number to find out more information. I don’t know why I’m so scared of a simple phone call. A deep smooth voice answers the phone, “Den of Sin.”

I cringe at the sound of my own shaky voice as I ask, “I saw your website about the umm, virginity auction and I have a few questions.”

While he doesn’t laugh, I can tell he wants to. “I’ll put you through to Belinda. She oversees our auction nights.”

Without waiting for me to respond, he puts me on hold. Sexy music plays through the phone, causing me to giggle when a female picks up the line, “Den of Sin. Belinda speaking.”

“Hi. I just wanted to ask a few questions about the virginity auction.”

“What is it?” She asks in an annoyed tone.

“What are the requirements?”

I swear I can hear her rolling her eyes. “You have to be a virgin. You can email me a picture at [email protected]. We require all girls to go to our doctor for STD testing, virginity verification and birth control. The doctor’s visit is at our cost.”

I can’t even believe I’m considering this, but I ask, “What if I get there and change my mind?”

“The money normally ensures nobody changes their mind, but of course, if you decide it’s not for you, there’s no pressure. Everything we do here is consensual. You will have a list to go through and mark what you’re willing to do and what you’re not willing to do. If it’s checked off as a hard limit, the man who wins you cannot ask you to do it. Our rules are strict and enforced. The safety of women in our club is our highest priority.”

I wonder if this is all a spiel she’s required to say when she sighs heavily into the phone. “Anything else?”

“No. Thank you.”

Before she hangs up, she gives me the location of the doctor's office and the cutoff time to still be considered for that week's auction night. I still don’t know if I’ll go through with it, but figure it can’t hurt to send the picture to her. It’s nice to have options if I can’t find a job quickly.

The website said all the men are also tested on a monthly basis to maintain their membership. I’m guessing that means they aren’t wearing condoms. I shake my head at myself because am I actually considering doing this? Could I sell my body tothe highest bidder? Under normal circumstances, definitely not. This, however, is far from normal.

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