Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Still, I’d do it all over again. The sixty grand is an incredible bonus for an experience of a lifetime. I’m lucky to get another go.
But… an interview? Just the thought of being interrogated by the founders gives me a whole lot more nerves than the thought of getting stinging nettles fucked into my cunt.
“Just stay calm and be truthful, baby” Josh said when I showed him the proposal.
Rationale tells me he’s right. The tight knot of nerves in my belly tells me otherwise.
But I’ll try to stay calm, and answer truthfully.
“It’s all you can do” Josh said and he’s right about that as well.
I dress in an easy outfit to be stripped out of, but nothing tight this time. It hurt too bad for my wounds to be wrapped up tight in PVC. I go for something light and floaty. A loose black gown with bell sleeves, I don’t bother with underwear for this proposal, because it will mean nothing. I’ll be naked and hooded while the founders use me, and I won’t get a single glimpse of them. Not a peep. Which only makes the nerves in my stomach squirm and tighten some more, an odd sensation when your pussy is tingling at the same time.
Sinister spice is such a crazy aphrodisiac.
Josh gives me a thumbs up when I show him. He holds out my coat for me, ready to put on once I’ve given him a final twirl.
“Use the safe word if you need to, Ells. You’ve been out of the game long enough for this to be a mega fucking shocker.”
He’s right, it will be, but I tell myself not to give a shit. Talk about getting back on the horse after a fall. I’ll be riding an unbroken stallion, but who cares? The excitement more than makes up for the fear. At least I think it does.
I wait for the driver at the end of the street when the time comes. I’m nervous as fuck when the black Bentley pulls up, my legs shaky as I open the rear door and slip inside. The driver doesn’t need to give me any instructions through the mirrored glass divider. I’ll never forget the routine after last time. It’s emblazoned into my psyche.
I buckle myself into the seat, then take the hood from beside me, slipping it over my head and securing it with the ties. My breaths are warm inside, the fabric closing me in, but I feel ok with it this time. I’m safe with the founders, even though they might push me to hell and back.
There is no indication of where I’m headed once the journey begins. Just the rumble of the car as I experience the early throes of sensory deprivation. I try to focus on my breathing and keep my head from whirring through the potential outcomes, but it’s hard. My mind is straining to jump deep into the abyss of what ifs, my skin prickling as possibilities occur.
Will it be like last time I was in this position?
Will the founders’ hot, filthy games be of the same flavour, or will they have a whole different world in store?
One thing that doesn’t leave me though, no matter how many times I pull my consciousness back to my breathing, is what they are going to ask me during the inquisition stage. Will I have to defend myself? Because I will do. I can do. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove myself innocent of any crime.
Connor can say whatever he likes to the rest of the world, and it’s up to the masses if they believe his bullshit, but when it comes to the founders and the masters of my career, it’s a whole other story.
“Just stay calm and be truthful, baby.”
It doesn’t matter how the founders choose to question me, I’ll tell them everything they need to know, with full honesty. And then I’ll take whatever they want to give me, no matter how much it hurts.
I’m seriously disoriented by time the car takes a left turn and pulls up onto the same smooth driveway as my last encounter with the founders. I remember this part, and my heartbeat notches up another few gears. The door to my side opens in a flash when the car stops, and the cold air hits me like a battering ram as an arm reaches in to unbuckle me.
“Welcome, Holly,” a low, deep voice says.
The man is bulky, I can feel it as he pulls me out of the car and against him. I hear the jangle of my bag as he takes it from the back seat.
I wonder if it’s the same man from last time…
He leads me along, and I rely on him for balance, Glad I opted for simple pumps, rather than precarious stilettos. I hold back nervous whimpers as he instructs me of a step, step, step coming up, and I manage the ascent, in sync with his directions. After clearing the steps he guides me through a doorway. I hear the door close behind us. Heavy.