Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
And then the humming had saved her. It had been a male, obviously—someone with a warm, mellow baritone just loud enough for her to hear. It had bolstered her and helped her get her mind off the Trollox and finish the song. Sonya wished she could thank whoever it was—they had really saved her!
But it turned out that the Sluggorn manager wasn’t angry with her at all—instead he had some very unwelcome news.
“I don’t have much time, so listen up,” he’d snapped at her. “You’re about to have a VIP client to entertain and he’s bought your services for the entire week. Not only that, but you’re to give him the Supreme Treatment—do you understand me?”
Sonya had felt her stomach drop. She’d heard terrible stories about the Supreme Treatment Package—it the most expensive package a male could purchase, here at The House of a Thousand Flowers and it gave the client who purchased it carte blanche to do any horrible thing he wanted to the girl he had selected. She had hoped she would never have a client buy the Supreme Treatment package with her, since most of her clients just wanted her to sing to them.
“I…I understand,” she’d said, the words nearly sticking in her throat.
“I don’t think you do! You’re going to do everything he asks of you and more,” Oozle told her. “You’re going to make him feel like a king! Here—wear this.”
He held out a gold chain bracelet with a clear stone about as big as her thumb set in the center.
“What is it?” Sonya asked, taking it delicately from his slimy fingers and wiping it clean as well as she could.
“Put it on!” Oozle insisted and watched with both antennae as she snapped it around her wrist. “Good. It will let me know if you’re making enough physical contact with the client. I want you touching him and in close proximity at all times! Also, you’ll be required to give him oral pleasure at least twice a day—once in the morning, and once at night.”
“What?” Sonya demanded—she hadn’t known about the oral part. She started to take the bracelet off again, but she found it was firmly fixed around her wrist and wouldn’t unclasp.
“You’ll also spread your legs for him anytime he wants you to and do anything else he orders,” Oozle went on relentlessly. “I’ll be bringing him up to your room shortly, so get up there and be sure you’re in the submissive position to greet him. And don’t look up until I give you permission. Am I understood?”
Sonya felt sick, but this was her life now. She had no choice—no say in the matter. She had to obey or worse things might happen to her. But she had a sudden, desperate thought.
“Please,” she begged Oozle. “Please, tell me it’s not Sir Grox again—not that horrible Trollox!”
“Oh, he wanted you all right.” The Sluggorn let out a burbling laugh that sounded like someone gargling with pudding. “But the other patron paid for your time first. So Sir Grox will have to wait his turn. Now go on—get up to your room and assume the submissive position!”
And Sonya had no choice but to do as he said, hurrying up the golden lift to the penthouse room where she lived now that her life was not her own.
As she arranged herself on the floor, kneeling with her forehead against the white marble of the entryway, her face down, and her arms stretched out in front of her, she wondered what her VIP client would be like. Whoever or whatever he was, at least it wasn’t the horrible Sir Grox!
But I’m going to have to be all over him and give him blow jobs and God knows what else! she thought unhappily. How had her life come to this awful point? She’d felt relatively safe before, always singing for her clients and never having to do much of anything else. Now it looked like her luck had taken a downward turn.
What was she going to do? How was she going to handle this?
As she was asking herself these questions, the door opened and Oozle came in, followed by the VIP patron. Sonya didn’t dare look up at him—all she could see were the tops of his shiny boots—extremely large boots, she noticed. God, how big was he anyway?
She wouldn’t get a chance to see for a while because Oozle was going on and on about how the client could do anything he wanted to her—including cutting, burning, or biting her! Sonya felt sick as she listened to the list of injuries he could inflict if he chose to. She didn’t remember the Supreme Treatment being this horrible! The client must have paid a shit-ton of money in order to get the right to hurt her as much as he wanted.