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Meet Stella Francis. Young, beautiful and alone. She’s been turning tricks and taking care of business since a tragic event that happened on her 18th birthday. Now, coming up on her 21st birthday, her sordid life is about to change and she finds her world turned upside-down by events she could never have imagined.
And she calls him Sir.
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Stella sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her foot back and forth, her toes playing with an empty condom wrapper. Of the two male voices she heard coming from the next room, she only recognized one. Walt, her money hungry pimp. Tapping her foot, she grumbled, “Jesus, dudes, hurry up in there.” She wanted this night to be over hours ago. Just get home, shower and get a good night’s sleep.
After what seemed like forever, a deep voice pulled her out of her daze. “Come on, Princess, let’s go.”
She slowly lifted her head and looked up at him standing there in his fancy-schmancy suit. Hmmm. He’s hot. Banker? Insurance? His dark curls framed his face and as their eyes met, he nodded and the corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked smile
“Princess? Get serious, dude.” She was tired, beat up, and really didn’t want to fuck this guy. Not tonight anyway. She jerked away as he put out his hand, remembering the sex crazed john who’d just beat the living crap out of her. But he only wanted her hand to help her up. She took his hand and sighed in relief. “Come on big guy, let’s go. You’re a real handsome man to be buying hookers for the night.”
Looking up at his face, she figured he had to have been over six feet tall, and his hand was huge next to her tiny palm. She almost cringed when he touched her, but damn!…he smelled good. And his eyes…deep blue like the ocean. However, it wasn’t his size, his eyes or his dark hair that got her attention. It was his demeanor, he was a fuckin’ gentleman. Who is this guy? No way he’s a cop, he just handed Walt a handful of cash. Probably just some guy lookin’ for a piece of ass. She scoffed to herself, realizing that was probably it. Yeah, Walt would want me to fuck someone in this condition. Asshole. “Mister, I need a shower and get cleaned up. I’m so sorry. The last—”
“Shh, my precious kitten. Where we’re going, you’ll be able to relax, shower and tend to those nasty bruises.” She flinched as he ran his finger down her tear stained cheek. “Relax, baby, I’m not going to hurt you.” He wrapped his coat around her, slid his arm around her waist, and led her out the door.
Quickly glancing back at Walt, she nodded knowingly. He nodded in return and turned to walk away. Jerk! Noticing the stack of bills in his hand, she knew it was all about the money and wondered why he had to be so damn selfish. She was beaten and bruised and all he could think about was money. No thoughts about the bumps on her head, or the bruises on her ribs. The cut up lip or her black and blue eyes. Nope, He only thought about money. Dick. But she knew she would be a happy hooker when she got her cut. Shit! That’s a lot of fuckin’ cash. Sucker! He paid Walt a pretty penny just to fuck me. HAH! I better bring my A game!
She smiled up at him and gracefully took his hand. As they passed through the doors of the grand hotel and into the reception area, he covered her with his jacket. She peeked out and noticed that people would just nod and smile. They probably knew she was a whore, but he had to be someone real important because it seemed like everyone moved out of his way.
The stranger opened the door to the black SUV, lifting Stella into the back seat. She could have been weightless by how easily he lifted her and sat her in the car. In those brief moments, she felt his strength, the tight muscles beneath his classy suit.
Once he’d slipped in beside her, she prepared herself for a quick fuck but was surprised once again when he only tapped on the dark partition glass, signaling to the driver to move along. I hope this is not a threesome. I am so not in the mood. She could hear her heart pounding and her neck was sore, probably from that asshole client trying to choke her. And the effects of alcohol she was forced to drink before Walt showed up were already gone, making her throat feel like a litter box and hard for her to swallow.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked. His voice was deep, and she wondered how old he was. Twenty-five? Thirty? Most clients weren’t with her to talk about their life so she never asked.
“Please, you must have read my mind. Water would be great.”
“How old are you?”
“T-t-t-twenty. Almost twenty-one.” She smiled nervously, playing with her hands.
A crooked smile crossed his face. “Then I guess its sparkling cider tonight.” He pulled out a bottle from the console then poured two glasses of the bubbly apple drink. “Here you go, precious.”
“T-t-thank you.” She took the glass and drank. The bubbles tickled her nose, causing her to sneeze.
“Bless you!” the man said.
“Thank you.” The sparkling cider and his calm demeanor put her at ease with him. She was grateful when her body finally started to relax. “So, where are you taking me?”
“Just up the street a ways. Not far. I don’t know if you remember me, but my name’s Michael. You can call me Sir. Tonight you will bathe and get some sleep. I’ll tend to your wounds. Tomorrow morning, we’ll start your training.” He raised his glass. “So drink up, honey girl, we’re almost home.”
“T-t-training? Training for what?” Confusion clouded her mind and she was so tired, it had been a long day and with the last john beating her almost to death, she just wanted to sleep; not train, not fuck, not do anything but sleep.
He laughed a little and squeezed her thigh. She flinched and pulled his coat in tighter around herself. He patted her thigh, like an old friend who had known her all his life. “Don’t worry about that, Princess. For now, we’re going to take care of you, get you back to health and then I’ll explain everything you need to know.”
She sputtered her juice. “I’m staying with you? What do you mean? Training? You aren’t just an everyday client?”
He glared at her with his deep blue eyes. “Stella, Stella baby, you know you ask too many questions? Now enjoy your cider, we’ll be home in just a few.” He pointed his finger at her, his eyes twinkling playfully. “And I don’t want to hear another peep out of you.”
“Yes, Sir… duh.” She lowered her head. The forceful yet quiet way he talked to her let her know he was a man of respect. Why does he need a hooker? He’s obviously loaded and could probably get any woman he wanted with the snap of his fingers. Fuck, I’m not gonna ask. Who fucking cares? As long as I get my cut.
They pulled up to a house surrounded by stone walls. The gate creaked open and they drove into the yard of the most beautiful mansion she had ever seen. It reminded her of the castles in her fairy tale books she read as a little girl. The yard was immaculate, the mansion huge, it must have had fifty rooms and as they pulled into the drive, she watched in awe how lights danced across a beautiful waterfall to music that was coming from somewhere. This guy obviously had money and a lot of it.
He opened the door to the SUV and she choked out a, “Wow, you live here? This house is amazing.”
“Thank you and yes, Kitten, this is my house. My beautiful sanctuary. Come in, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.” He slid his arm around her shoulder and guided her across the huge foyer. He towered over her five-foot frame by at least a foot, maybe more.
“I- I have a room? Like… a guest room? You’re actually giving me a room?”
He laughed out loud and looked down at her. “For a working girl, you sure do ask a lot of questions.” Opening the door he guided her inside. “This is where you’ll sleep tonight. The bathroom is over there. Go ahead and get yourself cleaned up and I’ll have Maga bring you some fresh warm towels. Go ahead, enjoy.” He closed the door and was gone.
She plopped down on the bed, looking around. What the fuck? The place is more like a castle than a house and I get the room with no view? Figures. The room was nothing like the rest of the house. It was almost naked. Very sparsely furnished with just a bed and chair. No dresser, no TV, just a huge room with a bed and everything was stark white. The comforter, sheets, even the big easy chair in the corner was a supple white leather. She wondered if anyone had ever lived there before. She got up and walked over to the closet, opening the mirrored doors to see if anything was in there. It was bare. The only clothes she owned right now were what she was wearing and they were filthy and dry clean only.
At least the king size bed was comfortable. Staying in the penthouse suite with Walt was getting old. At least here, she might have some privacy although the room was very bleak and cold. A little too bare for her taste. Stella jumped when the door opened and a woman rushed into the room with towels, body wash and shampoo. Her heavy breasts jiggled and her wide hips swayed from side to side as she walked purposefully towards the side of the bed.
“Señorita? Oh Preciosa, what happened to you? Someone hurt you?” She hurried to Stella’s side and examined the cut on her forehead.
“Ah, hija, you will be fine, no stitches. Here are some fresh towels and soap to bathe with, get some sleep. I’ll bring you some tea to relax you.”
Looking at her dark hair and tanned face, Stella judged her to be in her early forties by her general demeanor and the tiny crow’s feet on either side of her big brown eyes. Her full and voluptuous figure was typical of women her age, smooth and curvy.
“Uh…sure.” She offered her hand for a handshake. “I’m Stella, by the way.” Maga grabbed the girl’s hand and held it. Her smile was warm and inviting. Stella wasn’t used to so much attention by someone who wasn’t paying her to fuck and the lady was really friendly. “Oh yes, I know who you are. The master’s new submissive. He is so pleased to finally have you here with us.”
Stella shook her head, baffled. “Submissive? No, no, no, no. You must have me confused with someone else. I’m not a submissive. I’m an escort. You know like… men pay me to have fun?”
She waved her hand in front of her. “Oh dear, cariñosa, I have said too much. Please, let me run you a bath. It will all be better in the morning.” Maga hurried to the bathroom and started running the water.
Stella followed her. “What is this place? Where am I?”
Maga ignored her, adding some bath oil that filled the room with the sweet smell of jasmine. She looked over at Stella, showing her the bottle, “The Master’s favorite scent,” she quipped.
“Smells nice, do I get any clothes to go with it?”
“Cariñosa, the master doesn’t let his women slaves wear clothes in the house. He will explain everything later I’m sure.” She turned and rushed toward the door.
“Hey wait!” But the maid was already gone, leaving Stella in the room by herself. A hot bath sounded amazing and after the fucked up night she’d had. All she wanted to do was to get all the grime and crud off her body and fall asleep.
She looked at her bruised body in the mirror and thought about the crazy bastard that did this to her. He was a wild fuck, trying to get her drunk by forcing champagne down her throat while he held her down. Choking her as he slammed her against the wall. He even tried to enter her from behind with his whiskey dick. He was clearly drunk before she got there and Walt was supposed to protect her from men like that. He was supposed to check out everyone before they were alone with her. She was his best, his golden ticket, but he dropped the ball on this one. Or maybe his greed took over and he just didn’t care anymore.
She slid into the hot water, savoring the feel of it against her bruised and battered skin. At least tonight, she had a nice quiet room and could get some sleep. Michael and Maga seemed to be okay people. She felt a little weird, spending the night and all, but they seemed to be good people.
She still wasn’t sure about the ‘Master’ and training talk, but she would find out in the morning and probably just fuck him and go home. She was actually relieved that she didn’t have to fuck, suck or perform right now. The whole night had been a bitch and she was just glad it was over.
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