Buying the Virgin

Chapter 19: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Nineteen

My Master lays a hand on my knee. “Charlotte, this is a no strings offer. I’ve more than had my money’s

worth from you. I won’t expect you to get back into bed with me, or anyone else.” He pauses and winks,

“Although, I’d not be likely to refuse if you offered. I think Michael would agree with me.” His head

points to our friend sitting in the back.

I blush and look down.

“It’s alright,” he says. “I understand. You’re back in real life again now. No longer part of the fantasy

world of the last week. And I don’t doubt, with your looks and er…skills, it won’t be long before you

have a real relationship again.”

“Master…I…”

“I’m only your Master for another five minutes. Our time is almost up. Don’t worry. Here...” He passes

me something, a card. “That’s my business card. Contact me any time…”

Michael’s hand reaches forward, passing me another one. “And this is mine. The same applies. If you

need anything, call.”

We pull up into the station car park and I get out. Michael and my Master also get out. “Let us carry

your luggage. Let us be gentlemen for you.”

I smile. “Thank you, Gentlemen.”

Outside the station. My Master shuffles his feet and looks down. “This is it then.”

I nod. “This is it. Thank you for everything Master. And you too Michael.”

He looks at his watch. “Our week is done. I am officially no longer your Master. I am simply ‘James’.”

He leans forward and kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you, Charlotte.”

As he kisses me, I curl my hands around the back of his head, whispering into his ear, “No matter what

life brings me - college, success, relationships, marriage - you will always be my Master. Thank you, for

what you have done for me.”

He pulls back, standing tall and straight in front of me. I continue, addressing both him and Michael. “I

know I was lucky, getting you, both of you. I saw the other girls at the auction. They were just as scared

as I was, and I do wonder how their week has been. Some of those men were…unappealing.”

Michael nods his head, and my Master purses his lips silently.

I step forward to hug Michael and kiss him, on the lips. “Goodbye Michael. It was lovely meeting you.”

Turning to my Master. “Goodbye…James, but I want you to have this.” And I push a scrap of paper into

his hand. It gives my contact details. “Now you know where to find me too.”

“’Bye Charlotte.”

“Goodbye Charlotte.”

And the two men turn and walk away.

Checking my watch, I am early for my train.

I find a wine bar and order a glass of champagne. Sitting at a table in bright sunlight, I take the two

cards and enter the contact details into my phone.

*****

A few weeks later…

I check my contacts and tap the right one on my phone.

After a few moments, it connects, and I hear my favourite voice.

“Charlotte! How lovely to hear from you. How are you?

“I’m fine Master. How are you?”

“All the better for hearing from you. What can I do for my favourite ex-virgin?”

“Well I’m taking a few days off, and I was wondering… are you and Michael free this weekend?”

There is a pause. “I am certainly free for you, Charlotte. And I don’t doubt that Michael will make

himself available. For the avoidance of doubt, can I ask why?”

“I’d just like to spend some time with you again.”

There is another pause. “Just time, or for…more? Don’t misunderstand. I just want to be sure that I am

not making any assumptions.”

“Oh, I’d like us all to have some fun together Master.”

There is a definite upturn in my Master’s voice. I can almost hear him smiling. “Alright Charlotte. So

how would you like to spend the weekend? Just with me and Michael or…” His voice trails off, hinting

at the adventures my Master led me down the first time we met.

“I’d like to spend time with the two of you Master, but I’ll admit, I’d like to play some games as well. That

night you took me to the club, that was so exciting.”

“I’ll see what we can do.”

“Can you pick me up from the train station?”

“Of course I can.”

*****

As I step from the train, I see my Master and Michael waiting on the platform. My Master, with his tall

lean figure, has a slight curve to his lips. Michael, sun shining through his golden hair like a halo, wears

a broad smile, lighting up his whole face.

They stride forward, and Michael sweeps me up in his arms, almost lifting me off my feet in his

enthusiasm and kissing me soundly. My Master is a little more circumspect, hand on my shoulder,

kissing me lightly on the cheek in benevolent style.

“I’d love to kiss you like that too.” he murmurs in my ear, “But let’s save your blushes while we’re in

public eh?”

I kiss him back. A peck on the cheek also, little girl style. “Thank you, Master.”

He picks up my suitcase while Michael links arms with me, walking me through the station to the car

park. He strides with a swing; a man whose personal sun is shining, and whose skies are blue. He

doesn’t say much, but of course, Michael never does.

In the car, my Master driving, we chat.

“So why are you here Charlotte? I was sure that you would have a boyfriend now, or even several

boyfriends.” He winks at me and grins.

“I did try it. I’ve had a few dates and… more. But it was all a bit boring. After the time I had with you and

Michael, well, nothing compared to that and I wondered if you might like to…”

Michael reaches from the back seat, stroking the side of my face, interrupting me. “We would love to

Charlotte. We just want to be sure that we are not interfering with your ‘real life’.”

I think that is about the most words in sequence, I have ever heard Michael speak.

“What’s real life? The time I had with the two of you feels realer to me than anything I’ve done since.”

Then I notice… “Master. Haven’t we just missed the turn-off? For the hotel, I mean?”

“We’re not going to the hotel. We thought we’d make the weekend a bit more special than that.” He

looks a bit smug.

“Where are we going then?”

“You remember that restaurant up in the mountains? Overlooking the lake? They do cabins. We’ve

booked one of those.”

“Oooh. Lovely!” Images of a real log fire and fur rugs in front of glowing flames spring to mind.

*****

The cabin is everything I could have wished. Set on a mountainside under the pines, but overlooking

rolling grassy slopes, to a lake sparkling blue in brilliant sunlight.

Inside, the fire is already alight as we arrive. The interior is warm and homely and - yes - there is even

a fur rug in front of the fire; a very large fur rug. Large enough for three people to roll around on.

I am tired after travelling most of the day, but ten minutes in a steamy shower and I feel human again.

In the wet room, I make another discovery; an enormous jacuzzi, easily big enough to take a dozen

people. The thought of frolicking in there with my Master and Michael, leaves me sucking my lips in

anticipation. I laugh inwardly, as I realise that just thinking about it has left me with pussy warm and

wet.

Enveloped in a white towelling robe I wander into the lounge. My Master is in the kitchen, chopping

vegetables from the sound of things. Michael is in the lounge, leaning against the hearth and staring

into the fire.

“Penny for them?”

“I like watching the pictures in the flames,” he says. “I always did, from being a little boy.”

His eyes, lambent in the flickering amber light, hold me. “Thank you for coming back to us.”

I stand close to him, reaching to kiss him. He leans into the kiss, mouth slightly open, soft-lipped and

warm. One hand slips around the back of my head, entwining with my hair. The other hand laces with

my own, our fingers meshing.

I kiss his neck, and the musky scented skin below, through the open top of his white shirt, then, slipping

off the robe, I slide down on to my knees. Michael’s jeans are bulging. I stroke him through the fabric,

then release his shaft, kissing away the droplet at the tip.

He breathes a deep, shuddering sigh, standing, eyes closed, head slightly tipped back, his hands

caressing my head.

Taking the head into my mouth, I caress it with my tongue, firming the shaft with my hand and sucking

gently. The deep pulse from the base throbs into my mouth and the droplet becomes a liquid stream,

bitter-sweet and warm.