Unable to look the man in the eye, the woman finished dressing. Her heart was racing and she felt sick.
“You will have your answers in a moment, love,” he said. “Just wait a little bit longer.” Though she couldn’t see him, the woman heard the man smirking. She said nothing.
After a few more minutes of awkward silence, a knock rang at the door, and the man moved to open it. The woman heard several men entering the room and talking to the man as if they knew him well.
“Love, you may now look up. These men are here to explain what will happen next. You may speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?” The man asked.
“I… I understand,” said the woman. She took a few deep breaths to ground herself before looking up.
In front of her stood three men – one she knew, two she did not. All three looked at her like predators look at prey and despite her terror, she felt shameful arousal.
“Love, you may call me Professor,” said the man she already knew, his light blue eyes twinkling even in the low light. She knew from their earlier escapades how masculine he was but seeing him in full took her breath away. He was gorgeous. Even though she hated him, the woman could not help the way that her body reacted to his tall, powerful form. “Next to me is the Negotiator and the Duke. The Negotiator is here to offer you a choice, and the Duke is here as one of our leaders to welcome you into the fold.”
The woman looked at both men. The Negotiator was a small, thin man with thinning hair and beady eyes, and the Duke was a slightly plump, red-faced man with a giant moustache.
“Hello, Ms Harris,” said the Negotiator, “I am pleased to meet you. I must say you are just as beautiful in person as you were on the screen”.
The woman’s head began to spin again, and she felt the overwhelming urge to vomit. I had been so careful – how do they know who I am?
“Enough flirting, Negotiator. Get on with it,” muttered the Duke. “I have things to do.”
“Fine, fine, dear Duke. Ms Harris, you are aware that your earlier engagement with the Professor was broadcast live to viewers across the world, yes?”
Feeling unable to do anything else, the woman nodded.
“Use your words, Ella,” ordered the Professor.
“Yes… I am aware.”
“At the moment, that broadcast was private and seen only by the 1,000 or so members of our organisation. However, should we deem it prudent, we could easily release a recording onto the internet and send a copy to your family and friends. I imagine that your father’s supporters would be very interested to see what the daughter of the leader of the country gets up to in her spare time.”
Ella could no longer help herself, and she threw herself into the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Oh god, oh god, oh god – what will I do? Father is going to kill me.
After a few minutes, Ella had calmed herself enough to stand up. She exited the bathroom and stood in front of her tormentors again.
“Dramatic, Ella, and unnecessary. There is an alternative option which may better suit you…and your family. One where your…interesting tastes remain hidden.” The Negotiator grinned.
“Yes, please, that one!” Ella nearly screamed at them. “That one!”
The three men smirked at her, and nodded. “We thought you’d say that,” said the Negotiator, “which is why we prepared this contract.” He handed Ella a small stack of papers and a pen, and pointed towards a table in the corner. “You have ten minutes to read it, ask any questions and sign it. In ten minutes and one second, we release the video.”
Ella threw herself at the table and began to read the document. Her panic only grew as she realised she couldn’t understand any of the legal wording, and she broke down in tears.
“Shhh, Ella, shh,” said the Negotiator, coming up behind her. “You are OK, it will be OK. Do you want me to explain it to you?” he asked, rubbing her back in a calming manner.
“Yes, please, quickly, before you release the video!” She cried out, sobbing. Close up, the Negotiator smelled of talcum powder and body odour. It was a strange concoction.
“OK, Ms Harris, let me help you. You need to relax.” Without waiting for permission, the Negotiator pulled open her top and pulled down her bra.
What the fuck-
“Professor, if you would be so kind.”
“Of course, Negotiator. Glad to help,” smiled the Professor, kneeling in front of Ella. “Here, love, let us help you.” Leaning forward, the Professor gently nipped at Ella’s nipple, one hand dropping between her legs and pulling up her skirt and another pinching her other nipple.
Distractions. Lust. Overwhelming. Terror. Fuck!
“We are an organisation that provides sexual services and excitement for powerful people across the world. Whatever their tastes, as long as they want someone over 18 we provide services for them. We do other things to, but that’s the important thing for you to know. Do you understand?”