A Game of Desire

"Boss, she is just leaving the house with a lady." "Okay, make sure you follow her until she reaches her destination and notify me." "Okay, boss." Fiona glanced around, nervous. This was her first time being taken to a club. Her anxiety increased as she felt her claustrophobic nature resurface. She could not see properly because of the lights and the people, who smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, and horny people. "Relax, Fiona; you look like you could die at this moment." Brenda, Fiona's best friend, laughed as they headed for an empty seat. "I thought you were going to take me somewhere fun; I did not expect you to bring me here." Fiona protested. "It is all part of the fun, girl. You need to travel the world; how can a fully grown adult not experience the good life? We came to have fun, drink, and dance away our sorrows." She responded, looking around as the barista approached them. "But you know me very well; I have not had any alcohol, and you know the type of family I come from; they would kill me if I smelled of alcohol or cigarettes from this club." "Come on, it is just a drink, and you should have one. Life has been hectic for you, and the people you call family cannot continue to dictate how you live. Besides, look at everything that has been going on around you; ever since we were in high school, you told me that your family had engaged you to a man you do not even love, and he would soon marry you." She paused, giving Fiona time to reflect on her life. "They have been one, telling you what to do and what not to do, despite the fact that you are an adult. At the very least, you should break the rules; a drink will not hurt." “Yes, a drink won't hurt right?” Fiona thought aloud in her head. Brenda was correct in saying that her life had been hectic since middle school. She was always regarded as the innocent, pure, but weak girl who did nothing but say yes to Mama and Papa all day in order to please them, but they were never satisfied. They were very strict with her, not allowing her to go out or attend parties unless they were present. They also forbade her from having friends, especially male ones, with the exception of Brenda, whom her parents mistakenly believed to be a nice girl from a devout family. Since she was their only child, they would watch her phone to make it appear as though they were doing their parental duties, but they never took the time to show her love and care. They both returned home late at night, devoted to their businesses. Her parents make sure her movements are watched over even though they leave for work. Fiona did, however, always want her parents to love her. She had accomplished a lot of things that would have impressed them, such as painting, learning to play an instrument, consistently receiving straight As, and following instructions even when they made her dislike the task. Her parents informed her that she would be getting engaged when she was a freshman in high school, and by that she meant Derek. He was a final-year college student, she was a high school student. Every week, he would visit her at home and give her parents money. Her parents would go crazy when it came to money. Their infatuation with money was so intense that they did not give a damn that their young daughter, who was still a minor, got engaged to an adult. Fiona forced herself to look past her pasts and observed the barista as she dropped the bottle and glass of drinks. Brenda shot her a warning glare when she tried to protest. "Drink Fiona, forget your sorrows, and explore the world. It is just alcohol, so a small sip will not hurt." Her internal voice screamed at her. "It is just a drink." She sighed and took a sip from her glass. The taste was sharp and sour at first, but something in it drew her in. "You see? It is not too bad; you are just mommy and daddy's two goodie shoes. I bet you have no idea how to have s*x or what a d**k looks like." Brenda was almost correct in that she was unaware of the process; all she knew was that a man and a woman got together to have s*x. Thanks to her strict parents and their rules, she was incredibly innocent. “I hope I don't get in so much trouble because of you.” She groaned, frowning at the taste of her drink. "Don't worry, don’t just drink too much; once you are finished, we will go to my house and do a little makeover so your parents do not notice your rebellion." "Why are you saying this? You probably brought me here and convinced me to drink." Fiona rolled her eyes as she watched some people in the club who appeared to have no life, dancing shamelessly and making out in public. "Hmm, Fiona?" Brenda called. "Yes?" “I want to go to the restroom, I'll be right back.” She spoke. "But you can not just leave me here alone; you brought me here, what if something happens?" Fiona inquired, anxiety written all over her soft features. "I will be right back, I just need to use the restroom; if you miss me too much, just sit here and do not listen or go with anyone; nothing will happen to you." She said this while patting Fiona's cheeks and quickly left before she could ask another question. She continued to sip her drink, unconcerned about the taste. Speaking of s*x, she remembered Derek's voice in her head. “I couldn't believe you're still a virgin at 22.” He said. "Mama always tells me to keep it; it represents my dignity. So I would give it to someone I adore or marry." She responded. "I am glad you did. Your virginity is mine! And you give it only to me. Promise me Fiona.” he insisted. "Yes, it is yours, and I will give it to you after we marry." She responded uninterestedly, knowing that objecting would force him to bring the issue between them to her parents. She laughed as she remembered Derek, a fine man who was wealthy and the ideal man her parents wanted for her. "A perfect man indeed." She scoffed, sipped her drink, and checked her phone. It was 4 p.m., and Brenda's curfew was 6 p.m.; where was she? Meanwhile, Brenda was looking for the bathroom at the building's corner. The ones inside were full of horny, drunk people, so she went to the restroom outside the building to avoid being harassed. Taking her time, she eased back through the front door when a man approached. "Hi, you look nice." He replied, in a neutral voice. “Thank you. Do I know you?” She asked politely. “You don't have to, but I want to ask something from you.” He smirked, but Brenda was not buying it. "If it involves hooking up with you, I am not interested." She was about to leave when he said something else that caught her attention. "I am not looking to hook up with you; I need something from you, and it is your friend." He gave a smirk. Brenda frowned when she heard that. Why was a man interested in her friend? "And what exactly do you want from my friend? Have you been following us?" She asked, ready to attack at any moment. “I don't have to answer to let you know that. Will you help me, or not?" "I am not giving you my friend; she was forced here by me and will never-" "Three million dollars?" He raised his voice, shocking her. With such a large sum of money, she would instantly become wealthy. "I will give you $3 million, or even more, if you give me your friend. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; no one wants to pass up the chance to become instantly wealthy." He spoke. Brenda reconsidered her decision; she knew Fiona was a virgin and untouched, but would she exchange her for $3 million? "But I do not want to betray her. She is my best friend." "She would get over it; it is just a night of being overly protective as if she were a child. Okay, let us make a deal: $10 million if you give her to me." She exclaimed in surprise. Her highest net worth was $10,000, and someone offered her $10 million for her best friend; was she that expensive? "Do you know her?" She asked. "Yes, I do, and do not waste my time, lady. Deal or not?" "Deal! She is all yours I will find a way to give her to you.” “Perfect!” . "Please follow me so I can show you her." With excitement, she said, and he trailed behind. When I arrived, Fiona's head was already on the table, she smelled strongly of alcohol, and, shockingly for a novice, she had already consumed two bottles. "Fiona?" She tapped, but her sleep was sound. "I am sorry, Fiona. Please forgive me for what I am about to do. I cannot waste ten million dollars." She turned to face the man, whispering and sighing. "She is all yours. But when will I get my money? I hope you keep your word." "Of course, I keep my word; please give me your bank account information." He said it, and she did it, and the money was immediately transferred. "Wow! Ten million! I am f*****g rich! Have her as you want; she is completely yours!!" She yelled, bolting from the club. "Perfect!" He mumbled and grabbed his phone, dialing a number. "Boss?" “Yes,” replied the receiver. "I have had her, and she is dead drunk." He smirked proudly as he completed his job. "Bring her to me!"