| Author: | Sexxi Lexxi | ISBN: | 9781311222336 |
| Publisher: | Sexxi Lexxi | Publication: | April 2, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sexxi Lexxi |
| ISBN: | 9781311222336 |
| Publisher: | Sexxi Lexxi |
| Publication: | April 2, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
The Deal is a carnal tale of seduction and blackmail. Kara’s perfect life comes crashing down around her when her mother falls deathly ill. Forced to quit college to pay the medical bills, she ends up alone and depressed in a bar. There she meets a handsome stranger who offers to pay for her mother’s expensive surgery. But what will the young woman be forced to do in exchange for such generosity?
Excerpt from The Deal:
“Please remove your clothes,” he said casually. It was such an unexpected request I didn’t immediately grasp its meaning. But when I did, my jaw dropped in disbelief.
“E-Excuse me?” I stuttered, hoping I had somehow misunderstood the man’s words.
“I asked you to get undressed,” he explained. I guess I hadn’t misunderstood after all. For the first time since meeting the man, things started to make sense. He may have claimed he wanted nothing in return for helping my mother, but that was clearly a lie. He hadn’t hired me to run errands for him, he had hired me because of the way I looked. My first instinct was to insult him and storm out of his office, but I still had enough control over my emotions to remember my mother’s life hung in the balance. As freaked out as I was by the man’s request, I knew refusing it would mean my mother wouldn’t get her surgery. And without it, she was as good as dead.
I stood there for the longest time, struggling to figure out what to do. One thing was clear. I couldn’t risk my mother’s life. That left me with only one option. I had to try and convince Mr. White not to take advantage of the situation. If that failed, then I would give him what he wanted, but at least I would have a clean conscience. It wasn’t much, but it should be enough to keep me from completely hating myself for giving in to blackmail. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.
“Why?” I asked.
Mr. White didn’t react. He continued staring at me, expressionless.
“Because you’re a beautiful young woman and I would enjoy seeing you unclothed.” It was a simple, yet honest answer.
“Is that all?” I asked hopefully. “You just want to watch? No touching?”
“No touching,” agreed Mr. White.
This was it. Decision time. Letting my boss see me naked was still incredibly perverse, yet it was far better than what I had initially envisioned when he first asked me to remove my clothes. Not to mention playing along would ensure my continued employment and thus guarantee my mother would get the surgery she needed. In the end, it was this logic that tipped the scales in favor of Mr. White.
“All right,” I finally said after a long silence. “I’ll do it.”
The man smiled, but said nothing. He just sat there and waited for me to strip. I knew the longer I waited, the harder it would be, so I got right down to business. I had chosen to wear a molding black dress, so it only took a few seconds before my underwear was revealed. Or so I thought.
“No underwear,” noted Mr. White. “Interesting.”
I glanced down at myself. Sure enough, I wasn’t wearing a bra. Or panties…
The Deal is a carnal tale of seduction and blackmail. Kara’s perfect life comes crashing down around her when her mother falls deathly ill. Forced to quit college to pay the medical bills, she ends up alone and depressed in a bar. There she meets a handsome stranger who offers to pay for her mother’s expensive surgery. But what will the young woman be forced to do in exchange for such generosity?
Excerpt from The Deal:
“Please remove your clothes,” he said casually. It was such an unexpected request I didn’t immediately grasp its meaning. But when I did, my jaw dropped in disbelief.
“E-Excuse me?” I stuttered, hoping I had somehow misunderstood the man’s words.
“I asked you to get undressed,” he explained. I guess I hadn’t misunderstood after all. For the first time since meeting the man, things started to make sense. He may have claimed he wanted nothing in return for helping my mother, but that was clearly a lie. He hadn’t hired me to run errands for him, he had hired me because of the way I looked. My first instinct was to insult him and storm out of his office, but I still had enough control over my emotions to remember my mother’s life hung in the balance. As freaked out as I was by the man’s request, I knew refusing it would mean my mother wouldn’t get her surgery. And without it, she was as good as dead.
I stood there for the longest time, struggling to figure out what to do. One thing was clear. I couldn’t risk my mother’s life. That left me with only one option. I had to try and convince Mr. White not to take advantage of the situation. If that failed, then I would give him what he wanted, but at least I would have a clean conscience. It wasn’t much, but it should be enough to keep me from completely hating myself for giving in to blackmail. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.
“Why?” I asked.
Mr. White didn’t react. He continued staring at me, expressionless.
“Because you’re a beautiful young woman and I would enjoy seeing you unclothed.” It was a simple, yet honest answer.
“Is that all?” I asked hopefully. “You just want to watch? No touching?”
“No touching,” agreed Mr. White.
This was it. Decision time. Letting my boss see me naked was still incredibly perverse, yet it was far better than what I had initially envisioned when he first asked me to remove my clothes. Not to mention playing along would ensure my continued employment and thus guarantee my mother would get the surgery she needed. In the end, it was this logic that tipped the scales in favor of Mr. White.
“All right,” I finally said after a long silence. “I’ll do it.”
The man smiled, but said nothing. He just sat there and waited for me to strip. I knew the longer I waited, the harder it would be, so I got right down to business. I had chosen to wear a molding black dress, so it only took a few seconds before my underwear was revealed. Or so I thought.
“No underwear,” noted Mr. White. “Interesting.”
I glanced down at myself. Sure enough, I wasn’t wearing a bra. Or panties…
