by Writing Shark
Your first night with Danika
“Danika,” you say quietly and make her look at you. You tell her the truth. “I’m looking for a girl like you. You have everything I need. And I don’t want to do you any harm.” It wasn’t planned that way. You are much too gentle with this girl and something inside you warns you not to fall for her games. But another, bigger side knows that you have found your first whore in her, who you want to get to work for you voluntarily. “You can trust me.” The girl turns her head to you.
“Many people said that and then they hurt me,” she says quietly. You, on the other hand, see it as a victory that she speaks so openly with you. Maybe it’s just the fact that you’re not fucking her yet that makes her talkative.
“Fair enough,” you shrug. You should have thought of that. Danika doesn’t see you as a savior, but as a customer with strange ideas about sexual satisfaction. But you don’t want to give up. “How about if you…” Then you stop. “Well, fuck it.” With that, you stand up, unbutton your shirt and ruffle your hair. Speechless, Danika follows your movements as you crumple your pants and leave the room.
Finding Slatko is not difficult and it turns out that it only costs a thousand dollars to have Danika for the night. Not even five minutes later, you are back in the room.
“What did you do?” she asks worriedly and is actually already half dressed. Your behavior must have really worried her.
“I booked you for the whole night,” you say and pull out your cell phone.
“Fuck,” Teddy grumbles as you talk to him. “All right. I’ll keep an eye on you. We’ll talk on the phone every hour.”
“But my sleep…”
“Learn to get by without sleep if you’re going to mess up like that, kid.” With that, the line goes dead and you turn back to the Slavic beauty. She’s just about to take her clothes off again.
“It’s fine,” you say and raise your hand as she has pushed her skirt halfway up her perfect ass. You let your eyes wander longingly over her skin, but you know that you will only have her when she belongs to you, even if that makes you a fool right now.
“What’s that about?” asks Danika, but puts the skirt back on. You sit down on a small, rickety chair and look at her perfect breasts and her perfect body. If the chair doesn’t keep you from falling asleep, then the longing for her body will. “Hey? Kyle?”
“Yes, yes,” you say soothingly.
“What’s that about? What does Slatko want me to do with you?”
“Slatko? He doesn’t want anything from you right now,” you say and look around the room. Somehow you doubt that there is room service here. “You’re mine until tomorrow morning.”
“And what do you want? Sex now?” She’s kind of sweet when she’s angry, but you can understand her. You lean forward in your chair and doubt that you’ll be able to sleep tonight.
“First of all, I want you to calm down,” you say demandingly. Then you take out your wallet again. “Nobody will bother you until tomorrow and the only thing I want from you is that you think about my offer.” Danika looks at you for a long time with an appraising look.
“What offer?”
“Finally,” you grin and hand her another hundred-dollar bill for her answer. “There’s enough money in here to buy you, Danika. Slatko doesn’t know, but I want you. I want you to work for me.” The girl opens her mouth in shock, but you raise your hands. “I won’t force you to do anything, I promise you that. If you want to stay with him, for whatever reason, I respect that. Just know that you are a perfect fit for my new business and that I am well-connected and prepared.” That’s a bit of a lie, you are well connected but not well prepared, but for Danika something else is more important.
“Slatko would kill me if…”
“That’s why you don’t have to tell him anything. You have until tomorrow to tell me what you need from me to let me buy you. We’re already spending the night, so it shouldn’t be surprising if I want more from you and offer Slatko money for it. Tomorrow you can tell me your conditions and if we come to an agreement I will take care of everything else. If not, then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again. You can keep the money.” With that, you lean back, pull out your cell phone and watch YouTube videos like you used to while Dnaika, half naked and confused, sits on the bed.
It takes longer than you thought but you understand the girl. She’s scared. But she also sees the chance you’re offering her. So she’s smart.
“Kyle?” You put the cell phone away and look at her. Danika seems really nervous now. Her hands in her lap, her fingers nervously playing with each other, her head lowered and slightly trembling, she can’t look you in the eyes. Nevertheless, she speaks. “You want to buy me?”
“That’s what you do with hookers, right? So yes. You should be my first employee, earn money for me and of course sleep with me. And yes, I could just buy you from Slatko. I have a lot, like, a really fucking lot of money. So much money that I don’t care how much you bring me in as long as you do your work for me.”
“But if I don’t bring you any money, then…”
“You can choose your customers,” you continue unmoved. There’s no point in answering her question in detail, she wouldn’t understand your motives anyway. It’s much more important to highlight the advantages of her employment with you. “And as long as you’re a good hooker for me, I’ll be a good, patient pimp. All in all, your situation will improve across the board, but the basics won’t change. Fuck and sell your body for money, but fewer beatings and nicer working conditions.”
“But…” It’s clear that Danika can’t believe it. “Why me and… What do you get out of it?” She blinks when she realizes that she is speaking too openly with you.
“To be frank. You. I have you then. And yes, your thoughts are correct. I also expect obedience and discipline, regardless of whether I give you more freedom. But at the end of the day, you are a hot young thing with no addictions or other dependencies. Just a pretty girl who… I have no idea why you are doing this.”
“I am doing this because…” But you raise your hand.
“Not yet.” You smile. “You are not the first person I have done this interview with and my shit filter is already pretty full.” With that, you grab another wad of money. “You can tell me your story when you belong to me.” Then you throw the wad of money to her, ten thousand dollars. “Or you take the money and run away, or you refuse it and stay with Slatko. I am not forcing you. I want you to volunteer.”
And then you wait.
Danika immediately takes the money in her hand, but then hesitates. Then she counts it, her eyes wide, looks at you, but you just nod. Then she thinks again. If she has some hidden addictions or other dangers for you, the money is a better way out for her. But you can’t think about it any further as the girl stands up, takes the money and walks towards you.
“You would let me go?” she asks. “With the money?” You nod.
“Or you work for me,” you shrug. Danika looks at the bundle of money, then at you.
And then she gives you the money back.
“My family in Russia is very poor…” she begins to tell her story.
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