serious, I’m serious , look.
I shook my head no
insistently. “Nobody agrees to stuff like that. I mean, I’m sure that
there’s an underground sex trade. I’m sure many women that go missing are
because they’re kidnapped for it, but this? You’re suggesting that she
volunteered? It’s nuts!”
“I’d do it. In a
heartbeat, as long as I knew I wasn’t sold to some kind of Jeffrey Daumer or
somebody like that. As long as I knew I was safe.”
“You would not,
Alena. It’s crazy! ”
“I would and you
know I would. It’d be kinky! Assuming the guy was as sexy as the one who
bought Marissa. Kind of wish you could meet him, judge for yourself. My dad
would never go for it, though. He’s not desperate for money like that. Yours
probably wouldn’t either, even though he is desperate. It would solve all of
your problems though. ”
“ It doesn’t sound sexy, Alena. No matter how
hot the guy is. It sounds creepy. What’s he do? Tie her up? Put her in
handcuffs? Make her do whatever he wants? What does she get out of it?”
“According to her,
orgasms. They line up for her like bowling pins,” she said smiling. Her smile
was dreamy and distant. It was the kind of smile that defies reality because
the thing causing it can’t be real. To be fair, her fantasy wasn’t any more
realistic than mine was. In my head, I saw some fancy rich guy swooping down
like a knight, riding in on his own version of Blaze, but white. A white horse
would be perfect. He would come in, hop off his horse and knock Moran’s
oversized cowboy hat from his head, exposing his fat head and come up with some
miraculous plan to save our farm, wiping Moran’s victorious grin from all three
of his jowls. My hero would be good looking too, of course. Why not dream a
sexy guy up to save the day? A girl can make anything up in her head and I
could see how my dream guy would make my panties wet. The idea of a guy like
that saving me, saving our farm … Yeah. I’d give him what he wanted. Gladly. I
guess Alena’s fantasy was no different than mine in some ways. Unrealistic is
unrealistic.
I sat there for a
moment soaking it in. Nuts! It’s just nuts! My mind kept repeating that
in my head repeatedly, like strings of jellybeans falling from a candy jar. I
could continue to argue with Alena about whether or not she would do something
so utterly insane, but I could tell that she would really do it. If the reality
matched her fantasy, I could see that she wanted to. I guess that shouldn’t
surprise me. She sexes it up whenever she has the chance. She’s always letting
the knuckle draggers take her for a spin and bragging about how ‘rough’ it was.
“How much did she
get,” I asked, addressing the elephant in the room.
“Three hundred,”
Alena said.
“Dollars? She sold
herself as a slave for three hundred measly dollars!”
“Three hundred
thousand dollars. For two months, Dallas.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Oh.”
That was more than
what Blaze would bring.
I stood up from my
log and walked half way from our little encampment. “I could never do that,
Alena. I could never give myself to anyone as a slave. I’m too independent. I
have my own stubborn side and I’m not into sex like you are. I mean … who knows
what they would do, right? They could do anything. They could want anything and
I wouldn’t have any say.”
“That’s kind of
the point. That’s why they’re willing to pay so much … well that and…”
“And what?”
Alena shrugged.
She lowered her head as if she were in deep thought.
“I don’t know. I
don’t really get the and part. Marissa said that her master told her that he
was willing to pay so much because he knew she’d want to stay forever. He was
so sure of it that he kept bidding. It turned out to be true. She’s home now,
but she wants to go back to him. She says she can’t live without him. She’s in
love with him.”
“Wait? Bidding?” I
asked, ignoring the rest of what she said.
I shook my head no
insistently. “Nobody agrees to stuff like that. I mean, I’m sure that
there’s an underground sex trade. I’m sure many women that go missing are
because they’re kidnapped for it, but this? You’re suggesting that she
volunteered? It’s nuts!”
“I’d do it. In a
heartbeat, as long as I knew I wasn’t sold to some kind of Jeffrey Daumer or
somebody like that. As long as I knew I was safe.”
“You would not,
Alena. It’s crazy! ”
“I would and you
know I would. It’d be kinky! Assuming the guy was as sexy as the one who
bought Marissa. Kind of wish you could meet him, judge for yourself. My dad
would never go for it, though. He’s not desperate for money like that. Yours
probably wouldn’t either, even though he is desperate. It would solve all of
your problems though. ”
“ It doesn’t sound sexy, Alena. No matter how
hot the guy is. It sounds creepy. What’s he do? Tie her up? Put her in
handcuffs? Make her do whatever he wants? What does she get out of it?”
“According to her,
orgasms. They line up for her like bowling pins,” she said smiling. Her smile
was dreamy and distant. It was the kind of smile that defies reality because
the thing causing it can’t be real. To be fair, her fantasy wasn’t any more
realistic than mine was. In my head, I saw some fancy rich guy swooping down
like a knight, riding in on his own version of Blaze, but white. A white horse
would be perfect. He would come in, hop off his horse and knock Moran’s
oversized cowboy hat from his head, exposing his fat head and come up with some
miraculous plan to save our farm, wiping Moran’s victorious grin from all three
of his jowls. My hero would be good looking too, of course. Why not dream a
sexy guy up to save the day? A girl can make anything up in her head and I
could see how my dream guy would make my panties wet. The idea of a guy like
that saving me, saving our farm … Yeah. I’d give him what he wanted. Gladly. I
guess Alena’s fantasy was no different than mine in some ways. Unrealistic is
unrealistic.
I sat there for a
moment soaking it in. Nuts! It’s just nuts! My mind kept repeating that
in my head repeatedly, like strings of jellybeans falling from a candy jar. I
could continue to argue with Alena about whether or not she would do something
so utterly insane, but I could tell that she would really do it. If the reality
matched her fantasy, I could see that she wanted to. I guess that shouldn’t
surprise me. She sexes it up whenever she has the chance. She’s always letting
the knuckle draggers take her for a spin and bragging about how ‘rough’ it was.
“How much did she
get,” I asked, addressing the elephant in the room.
“Three hundred,”
Alena said.
“Dollars? She sold
herself as a slave for three hundred measly dollars!”
“Three hundred
thousand dollars. For two months, Dallas.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Oh.”
That was more than
what Blaze would bring.
I stood up from my
log and walked half way from our little encampment. “I could never do that,
Alena. I could never give myself to anyone as a slave. I’m too independent. I
have my own stubborn side and I’m not into sex like you are. I mean … who knows
what they would do, right? They could do anything. They could want anything and
I wouldn’t have any say.”
“That’s kind of
the point. That’s why they’re willing to pay so much … well that and…”
“And what?”
Alena shrugged.
She lowered her head as if she were in deep thought.
“I don’t know. I
don’t really get the and part. Marissa said that her master told her that he
was willing to pay so much because he knew she’d want to stay forever. He was
so sure of it that he kept bidding. It turned out to be true. She’s home now,
but she wants to go back to him. She says she can’t live without him. She’s in
love with him.”
“Wait? Bidding?” I
asked, ignoring the rest of what she said.
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