My Bastard Boss Bought " Me "

Chapter 1

" TRISHA POV "

This has to be the craziest thing I’ve ever done.

I mean, it’s not the most original idea.

Girls and women of all ages sell their virginity, so it’s not like I’m doing anything shocking, not really.

I’m twenty years old.

I’ve dropped out of college because the money is needed for my young sister.

I’ve gotten sole custody of her, and she’s sick, really sick.

I have to do this for her so that we can get away and also so he doesn’t try to get her back if for whatever reason they give him parole or something like that.

Our stepfather decided he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and has been abusing Kate for years.

Our mother died after being run over by a drunk driver, and our stepfather kept us with him.

I didn’t know what was going on. It fills me with guilt to think he was able to get his hands on my sister and I didn’t even see it.

Not that he needed to worry about that.

He’d been manipulating her so she didn’t really have a choice in saying no to him.

He made it so that she had feelings for him.

The doctors said a lot of things were needed for her.

How she was at a critical point and I had to make sure she got the best care possible because she’d attempted suicide and she was brainwashed by our stepfather to love him, to accept his brand of “love.” Either way, there is no way I couldn’t do this.

I love my sister, and I’m not going to lie, the guilt eats at me, knowing our stepfather went to her room most nights.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I focus on the room around me.

The room that would serve for a cherry stripping.

It wasn’t that big of a deal.
Just a thin piece of skin, really.

A pain that was going to serve to bring me the most money.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I wonder what to do.

Finding this place hadn’t been difficult.

Just asking a few of the girls at college had led me right here, to Cherry.

Yeah, it’s so cliché, right, Cherry? That is the name of the nightclub.

What I didn’t know was the owner, Mark Cherry Mendrano, had a side business of auctioning off girls’ virginities. Yep, that he certainly did.

Kind of scary when I think about it.

Strange too.

Meeting him had been a surreal experience.

I sat in his office while he stared at my body, assessing me like I was a piece of steak.

At first, I didn’t think he’d go for someone like me.

I’m not exactly on the slim side but have curves, from big tits to huge hips, rounded thighs with just a hint of cellulite.

He’d made me stand up, turn around, look this way and that, and he’d actually seemed impressed.

There were two options to pick from on how to sell my virginity.

At first, I thought he meant either online or in a room full of men.