Sex dealer

thirteen

By the time I finally finish showering and then blow drying and straightening my hair, it's already 6:30

I got a little too caught up with movies and left my face mask on for an hour longer than I needed to.

Then I fell asleep and added I don't know how long to that hour.

By the time I woke up, half the face mask had rubbed off onto the bed sheets.

Now, I'm getting ready for dinner with Blake and maybe a few more people.

I decide on wearing a floor length silk gown with a deep neck revealing a little too much cleavage but that's okay.

I usually sleep wearing this because it's so comfortable but fuck it.

I'll just change when we go shopping.

I leave my hair down because I actually bothered spending so long straightening it and I don't want hair tie marks on it.

I leave my face free of make up because I don't want to clog up my pores after I just spent so long cleaning them out.

I curl my eyelashes, brush my eyebrows down and leave it at that.

Then I put on deodorant and perfume and put my nose piercing back on, this time with a plain stud.

Finally, I take in my appearance and smile at it.

I know I'm pretty with or without make up but I still wear make up anyway.

I'm not cocky about my looks though, no one can help looking how they look.

I glance at the clock and it's only 6:40.

I walk over to the bed and sit down, pulling my phone out from charging.

Just as I unlock it and go onto YouTube, I hear Blake yelling my name from downstairs.

"What?" I call back.

"Dinners ready." He answers.

I look at the clock but it's still not seven.

I roll my eyes and turn off my phone, heading downstairs.

I walk into the dining room which I was showed earlier today by Blake and walk over to the table which has only Blake sitting at it.

I pull out a chair and sit down opposite Blake, awkwardly staring at my plate.

"Eat." He orders.

Yes daddy.

I look up at him to catch him staring at my boobs.

Let him stare.

No, let him know you caught him.

I snap my fingers in front of his face.

"Stop staring at my tits, I know they're irresistible but you don't need to stare to let me know." I smirk at Blake.

He looks up at me, his ears pink.

"Please," he scoffs. "They're saggy as fuck."

"Well then why the fuck were you looking?" I ask.

"I'm a man." He replies.

"Thanks for that, I had no idea until now." I roll my eyes and pick up a slice of pizza, biting into it.

He stares at me and doesn't say anything.

"Are you going to eat or keep staring at me?" I ask once I swallow my bite of pizza.

"I was just wondering why the hell they sent you to me. You're ugly as shit with your saggy ass tits, your mouth filled with crap and your fat ass that's the only positive thing about you. I asked for the hottest one and they sent you." He scoffs loudly.

I feel my heart clench at his words and I hold myself back from breaking his nose.

"Send me the fuck back if you don't like how I am, then. I didn't ask to be here." I snap, push the chair back and get up to leave.

"Stop her." Blake orders one of the servants.

The servant steps forward almost immediately and grabs my wrist tightly.

Blake gets up, grabbing a single crutch to lean on.

He walks towards me slowly, wincing slightly.

"I told you she's sensitive." He chuckles at the servant.

I pull my wrist out of the servants grip and slap Blake across the face.

"You would be too, if you were me or one of the women at the warehouse and got taken away from your fucking family and friends and sold away for sex!" I yell.

He rubs his cheek and glares at me, speechless.

"Go fuck yourself." I spit and walk away.

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