CHAPTER 7

Now she took a turn to be quiet for a minute. Her thoughts went to the cuffs and rope she found in his bedside table. "He means really submissive," she thought to herself. Was she really prepared to do this? Have sex with a man old enough to be her father? And kinky sex at that? Maybe be tied up? On the other hand, an older man would probably be a lot better at sex than the boys she had been with. Maybe he could show her things she didn't know about. Just the thought of being submissive to this man made Sarah's pussy tingle with new expectation. Being submissive to anyone. A part of her really wanted this. But there would be no turning back if she agreed. She could just take her chances by admitting to the crime and dealing with the consequences. The internal struggle pulled her back and forth.

She took a deep breath and said with as much strength as she could muster, "I want this. I understand what I am getting into, and I am willing to be your…" she searched for the right word, "submissive." Her words felt like someone else saying them while she listened. She felt out of her body. She had just told a man, a much older man than herself, that she would be his sex slave. "What have I done?" echoed in her head.

Mr. Michaels nodded and took a few minutes to let it all sink in. "Once this starts Sarah, there is no turning back. You are mine until I tell you that you have paid your debt. You don't get to say yes to some things and no to others. You are putting yourself in my hands and agree to follow all of my directions. Do you understand?" he questioned.

"I understand."

"I understand… SIR!" he corrected.

"I understand Sir!" she parroted back. With the emphasis on sir. He meant this to start immediately.

Mr. Michaels pulled out his phone and stated, "We are going to start by you putting on video that you are offering to be my prostitute for money. That you will have sex with me for cash."

She looked at him blankly for a second. "Why?" she finally asked.

"I am not going to have you jump into bed with me only to turn around the next day and claim that I forced you or raped you. I want to have it clear on video that you are offering yourself to me and doing this willingly. That you are the one propositioning me. Which is the truth, correct?" he finished. She had to admit that it seemed logical.

He pointed the phone at her and started recording. "I am willing to have sex with you. For the money I….," she paused, "for the money you paid me….," she corrected, but stopped when she saw he had already lowered the phone. "What's wrong?" she asked, feeling confused.

"If you are not serious about this, then let's just drop it and go to the police station now," he stated as he started to stand up.

"No, no wait! What did I do wrong? Isn't that what you wanted me to say??" she pleaded.

"You looked like a frightened kitten. Nobody would believe you weren't being coerced. I want you on video WILLINGLY offering yourself as a prostitute. You need to look willing and slutty. You need to make me believe it!" he explained harshly.

"Let me try again. I get it. I can do this. Please, one more try," she begged. He reluctantly sat back down while she composed herself.

"Mr. Michaels," she began in a more confident tone with a sexy edge, "I have always wanted to be with you and have sex with you. I will be your prostitute for money and do….," she stopped again when she saw the phone come down.

"This just isn't going to work. You don't look like you are offering me sex. You look like you are trying to sell me girl scout cookies!" he said exasperated. "This is your last chance. Either get this right or we are done and you can deal with the district attorney." His look of disgust made her efforts feel pathetic.

She nearly panicked, but managed to get control after several deep breaths. "I can do this. I promise," she stated with more determination than confidence.

"Why don't you stand up and give it one last try," he suggested.

Sarah stood. She thought about what she needed to say and psyched herself up. She could do this. She could be sexy. She could be confident. Hell, deep down she even really wanted it. She just had to be convincing. She put on her sexiest smile and tilted her head to the side just a little. "Tony, I know you want me and I sure as hell want you. I will fuck your brains out. I will suck your dick. I will be your very willing little sex slave," she stated letting her true slutty self out from its hidden corner.

She started to run her hands up her body and cupped and slowly squeezed her tits while she continued, "My body will be yours to grab and squeeze," she pouted and squeezed her nipples letting out a little moan. "This pussy will drip for you," fell from her lips as her hand slid down her stomach and pressed against her pussy. "All I need is a little cash," she finished coyly. "Surely a hot piece of ass like this is worth a little money, right?" she finished with her best sex kitten look on her face.

Mr. Michaels smiled for the first time since she had walked through the door. Sarah knew she had finally made him happy. She had to admit, it had been fun to be that slutty. She had never said anything like that before. She had never tried to be that aggressive before. And seeing him smile actually made her feel good. She knew she had pleased him and for some reason that actually felt like a release to her. Maybe it was just the relief washing over her that her life might not be ruined. But she also felt free at that moment.

"Very good, my pet. That was much more like it," he praised. "You are a very hot piece of ass." He paused and settled back into the couch and for the first time that night, started to look relaxed. "I think it is about time I see what I am buying. Take your clothes off. Slowly," he ordered.

It became very real for Sarah all of a sudden. Taking her clothes off in front of a basic stranger. And she fully expected that the night would end in the two of them fucking. She had imagined having sex with an older man. Fantasized about it countless times like most teenage girls. But she had never expected it to become a reality.