BLACK HUSTLE SERIES: FOR SALE (BOOK 1)

ȸ 4 ȸ (BWWM)

***This story contains sensitive topics such as prostitution, suicide, and rape. Please DO NOT read if this subject matter is triggering to you***

"You got any meetings lined up today," Brea asked.

"No. I'm just going shopping for one of my parties that's coming up," Eva told her friend.

"What party is dat?" Brea asked since she hadn't heard anything about the event.

"I'm renting out the Bellagio for a meet-n-greet. There will be some sharks and whales there looking for friends." Eva explained as she glanced over some documents.

"How do I sign up for that?" Brea asked eagerly.

"Sweetie, it doesn't work that way. To get into this party, you need a sponsor. These men and women pay racks to be sure that those attending meet their standards. You are an Uncultured Pearl because you've never been with a shark or a whale. There are rules to being with men or women who are on this level." Eva let her in on how things worked.

"Please help me get in there. I'll do whatever you tell me to do." Brea pleaded with her.

Anyone could tell she was ready to break away from the low-lifes she had been with and find a man with some real money.

"I can get you in as a server. Now listen to me, and don't dare fuck this up. I will take you to my people for hair and nails. Once we get that taken care of, we can go to a little boutique specializing in high-end sexy chic. If you want someone to nibble you, you must come dressed like a high-class lady—none of that hooker on the stroll shit at this party," Eva stated as she broke things down to her even further.

"Please help me. I need to get to dat big money." Brea insisted anxiously.

"You must remember; don't try to choose a patron under any circumstances. You must be patient and wait for someone to select you. Anyone interested will ask me about your stats, and I will inform them that you are an Uncultured Pearl. This introduction will allow you to leave with that individual without anyone expecting you to understand how things work. Your patron will teach you their expectations. For your participation, you will be paid $10,000," As soon as Eva spoke about the pay, Brea stopped in her tracks.

Eva rose from her seat to stroll across the room with a sneaky little grin on her face.

"What will I be expected to do?" Brea asked as if it was too good to be true.

"Anything and everything." The words left no limits on their potential requests.

"You will belong to your patron. As a token of appreciation, you will be provided with a $10,000 allowance per month as long as you stay in your patron's employment. If you are exceptionally skilled and able to accommodate fetishes and whatever freaky shit that person is into, you will receive more." Eva simply explained, expressing zero emotions.

"What's the catch?" Brea seemed apprehensive after receiving the brief.

"If you decide to attend and you accept a patron's invitation, you must stay with that individual for one full week. There is no such thing as buyer's remorse at these parties. The reason it is only for a select few is simple. Not everyone can live with the stress of some old man who wants you to fuck him in the ass or a man who wants you to have sex with him and his male lover. People with power are often very sick and twisted. They have sick fetishes that you must either learn to work with or walk away from. The only way to enjoy their money is to lie down with serpents long enough to amass your own personal fortune and try not to get bitten in the process." A small chuckle escaped as she continued.