Virgin for Sale

I don’t know where I fit into it all.

It would seem my name had been placed around the middle. There was some entitled jock who they thought would shine brighter because he had a good last name and came from a well-to-do family. The rest of us didn’t stand a chance.

Still, it’s why I’m standing outside the elevator at seven in the morning, carrying sixty files in my arms, holding them tight against my chest. Glancing at my reflection in the metal doors, for a brief moment I allow myself to think about him. The man who had completely blown my world apart.

He’d given me a night to remember, and when I was alone in my bed, staring up at my ceiling, I allowed myself a chance to dream. To think of his hands as they held me. We’d fucked more than once. He’d surprised me by how many times he wanted to go. The way he held me in place, putting me on my knees or back, or making me take him, to stare into his eyes as he filled me.

I’d been raw for days.

Walking had been a problem, but seeing as I had to take care of Kerry, I’d not allowed myself to dwell.

Walking, talking, pretending everything was fine, I’d gone about my business until I got to this moment.

The memories are all I have left.

Dating isn’t part of my life.

Kerry and now work fill my world.

I’d cut my hair though.

Every chance he got, he’d run his fingers through it, gripping the length tight, driving me wild and making me just fall apart from the pleasure I could have at his fingertips.

Tapping my foot on the floor, I wonder if the stairs will be easier. Whoever is keeping the elevator is at the underground parking level. They are probably talking and keeping the door open.

Just as I’m about to turn to walk the stairs, the elevator starts to move. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t wait now.

I see I’m the only

around, I step onto the elevator, not staring at

causing any waves is part of the

“Floor?”

“Top for me.”

button, and away

at me. The man that I sold my virginity to.

Holding onto the files with a death grip, I try, and probably fail, to look

This is a nightmare.

if I was ever to come

I need to get out

My palms are sweaty.

from where I need

to step out to make my escape, he catches my arm,

I could scream or draw attention

good life for me and my sister. Ruining all of that by screaming about

need to run

around my arm, pulling

second, he reaches out, pressing the stop

as he goes to the panel of the elevator and suddenly

real problem for me. A few seconds as I go from one floor to another is fine, but right

and I keep hold

isn’t this a surprise? What are you doing here?”