Heather's POV chapter 3

I'd gone to see my friend once again after that discussion with Carol. She said I wouldn't have a choice so saying no wasn't an option. What if I left? She didn't say anything so I packed my bags and left the house.

I couldn't do it. I didn't want to. I was too conscious of my body to put myself out there for those rich men to see.

First of, I'd never watched my weight so I wasn't a skinny woman, although I fell under the category of being small. Partly because of my height. Secondly, I couldn't learn to be submissive even if I wanted to. My sexual life with men had proven that. I always wanted to be dominant. None of the men could ever help me reach a maximum pleasure like I wanted if I let them take control. They always have to be taught everything.

Submitting to the men means letting go of this chance. I'd be tied to a man for as long as the contract says and even if I don't reach an orgasm, I can't complain. And I didn't want that. I wanted a man who could take control of my body. I don't care if all it takes is more than one man. I was a wild woman, even before I started dancing. But to risk it? I wasn't sure. The men in the community don't even seem like young men. And there's no way I'm getting under some shaky, old man.

I looked at Lilian again and knew I needed money. She was dying. I turned around and took a taxi to Savvy Hotel and Bar. Carol had taken my car from me too, that bitch! If I hadn't worked for my money, she'd have taken over it too.

But when I got there, I was met with the shock of my life.

"What do you mean, I'm not allowed here!?" I yelled, without a care in the world that people were watching. "That's not possible."

"That's it, Heather. Just accept for once that things aren't going to go your way." Sasha responded rudely.

Yes, we may have not been friends. But for her to respond like this meant she had been holding grudges against me.

"Is that what you think I do? Think that things always have to go my way?"

"What do you think, Heather? Only adopted daughter of a rich, influential couple who is so spoilt she wouldn't do what her mother says. Oh," she frowned. "I mean, her benefactor says. Didn't you always deny them as your parents?"

"How did you know that, Sasha?"

"Your parents are a huge shareholders of this company. Sorry but not sorry. Thinking you can go against them was stupid. If I were you, I'd drop my pride and arrogance and do what they asked."

She was right. But if only she knew what they were asking. I just couldn't. So I grabbed my bag and went to other clubs where I offered to be their exotic dancers. At least, I could still be on control of what I experienced here.

However, after five tries with each one rejecting me for obvious reasons, I became tired. My stomach growled and I knew I needed to eat something.

I went to a hotel and checked in for three days. I needed to find a permanent place to stay while searching for a job. But my bank account kept glaring at me. After a night's fill, I turned around on the bed and tried to sleep. I couldn't. Thoughts of what would have been done differently kept me awake.

By morning, I'd gone outside before sunrise, going from one organisation to another. I even went to so many entertainment industries that slowly by evening, I was so frustrated and tired.

When the orange sun began to relax behind the grey clouds, my phone rang. It was Dr. Ethan. My heart raced.

"Hello?"

What he said made me drop whatever I was doing and started running towards the hospital. I soon remembered I needed to board a taxi as I'd been miles away from the hospital. The night was a velvet blue by the time I arrived and I saw nurses scurrying down to the ward.

My heart leapt to my throat as I made my way to Lillian's ward but was stopped by Dr. Ethan who stood in my way.

"Heather, you're late."

My eyes widened, my breath held as I couldn't hear what bad news he had to give. "No. No."

"It's okay, she's fine. We were able to get her to be stable but it's only going to last for a short period of time. You need to get money for her surgery."

I slid down the wall till I was muddled on the ground. I knew I was in for it as Carol had sabotaged all my means of getting a job. That bastard would do anything to make sure I'm at her mercy.

Lilian had been right. Following Carol had been a mistake and I could see that now. Everything she had done, every food, the shelter and care had all been done for a reward at the end. To be a source of making money eventually. I knew I had no other choice. Lilian was dying, I couldn't get a job unless I flew out of Los Angeles which was impossible as I had no money and I also didn't want to return to being homeless. I didn't want that life again.

Hesitatingly, I dragged myself back to the mansion with my traveling box. As I walked through the driveway, I could see her leaning against the balcony rail facing outside. It was too dark to see her face but I could tell she had a knowing smirk plastered on her lips.

"The prodigal daughter returns." She said with a fake mother high-pitch tone. "I was so worried about you."

I knew that was a lie. She knew every move I made so I took a step back when she made to hug me.

Our eyes were locked in a hateful stare down. "I returned because I knew you'd only make life hard for me. After this one time, you're going to let me go or you won't like what's coming for you."

"Oh, fiesty! The men love that but only when necessary. A lot of it is useless when they need you submissive." She responded mockingly, waving my threat off. "Come here, let me teach you all you need to know."

I followed her through a dark hallway that I'd often seen but never passed through as I knew what went on there. It was a long walk until we got to a door that had automatic lock. She punched in a couple numbers and the door clicked open.

She pushed the door open and we went in while I was hit with a blast of the AC and sweet fragrance. The light was a dark blue and I knew it was to set the mood. The room was also engulfed in thick smoke that I wondered if one could actually see through this. But Carol did. She kept walking, the knowledge of the house on the back of her hand.

"I invited Kendra. If that's okay with you." She said, flashing me a grin.

"Not like you care if it is okay with me. You knew I'd come so I'm not surprised if you had everything ready."

For the rest of the night, they showed me all there is to know and despite my seething anger towards Carol and her evil intent, my stomach kept fluttering in anticipation and excitement. This was a new phase of my life. I loved opening new chapters in my life but this one was more than new chapters. It was a new book.

I tried out costumes, dresses, makeups that fit me.

"The auction is tonight," Carol said to me as we ate breakfast in silence. "I'll have Kendra dress you up and I'm sure you know what to do..."

"I'm well informed."

"Your hair," I stopped eating what already tasted like bile. "It's a mess. I'll have a stylist straighten your hair and bleach it blonde like I always asked."

That was it. "I'm not bleaching it, Carol. It stays this way. Straighten it? Of course, I'll do that. But it will remain this colour." I dropped the fork and went upstairs to my room.

My hands were sweaty, yes, I knew. I was anxious, nervous, and almost at the edge of giving up. As Kendra put the final touches to my face, I was dressed up in a pair of bikini. Asides from this tiny fabric covering my tits and lady bit, I was practically naked. Not like I was ashamed as this wasn't my first rodeo standing in front of men in practically nothing but underwear. But to be treated like a product to be bought filled me with rage.

However, I had to pipe down. As I remembered what Kendra had done to subdue me, I was afraid of messing up. I was too stubborn so I constantly got punished. I was bound and fingered till I was about to reach an orgasm only to be left mid-peak. I was frustrated but I knew if I wanted to satisfy myself, I'd have to relax and do whatever they asked.

Not sure if two nights was enough time to train me but I felt like I was ready. Just this once. I told myself.

"Heather Williams. Personally trained and ready. First time member and submissive." The spotlight focused on me. Where I stood, I couldn't see the audience but I knew they saw me and that filled me with dread.

I didn't know who they were but I was left bare for them to see and assess. I heard numerous shuffles and by the look of glee on Carol's face, I could tell she understood what was going on.

"You all want her. Interesting." She smiled at me. "Begin your bidding, starting from two hundred thousand."

The bidding went on for so long that I was beginning to feel wobbly and tired. I had taken too many shots before the auction just to feel confident but now it was taking a toll on me. I felt lightheaded but far from drunk. After what seemed to be over an hour, I heard a loud, deep rumbling voice speak from the dark.

"Fifty!"

I was confused and I could see Carol was too as she glanced around. Could he have meant fifty thousand when the bidding was almost closing at about two million?

"I think we are past that price, Mister."

Everyone erupted into laughter and if I hadn't felt nauseated myself, I'd laugh too. I felt sorry for the man's ego. Until he talked again.

"Sorry for not being clear, Chico. I meant I'm taking that woman home for fifty million dollars. If that's fine by you."

Suddenly everywhere became silent. I was silent. Fifty whooping million?