Filthy Commitments

Asia

Asia

“Miss Jones, it looks like I’ll be seeing you again next semester.” Professor Laughton placed the sheet of paper face down on my desk.

I didn’t even have to look at it. But the man could bet I wouldn’t be taking his class again. I’d find another Data Extracting teacher for my next round with the tougher than hell class.

That also signaled the end of my free ride to college. My scholarship had gone down the drain, and I was left with no idea how to come up with enough money to pay next year’s tuition.

My head hung low as I made my way back to the dorms. At least I’d have a roof over my head and food to eat until school got out in a couple of weeks. Bummed didn’t even come close to what I was feeling.

Someone bumped shoulders with me, taking my attention from the green grass I was crushing with each footstep. “I’ve seen better faces on a potato.” It was a friend of mine, Joy. She was one of those beautiful rich girls who have no problems. She’d never understand mine. “So, what’s up with it?”

“Nothing.” I plodded along, trying to get into my room before I burst into tears.

She got in front of me, stopping me and taking my chin in her hand. Her nails were perfectly manicured with a shiny pink polish on them. Her hair, perfectly quaffed. She was just too perfect. “Something’s wrong. Come on, tell me, Asia. No reason to keep it all bottled up.”

The tears were stinging my eyes. “I’m about to cry, Joy. Just let me go.”

Wrapping her arm around me, I noticed the delicate scent of her perfume. It smelled expensive. “You come with me. I’m not about to leave you to cry alone.” She whisked me away before I could protest.

The next thing I knew, we were sitting in her apartment. She was making margaritas and plating up some chips and salsa. I was soon drowning my sorrows as I ate spicy food. But I still wasn’t feeling any better about things.

Taking a seat at the table across from me, Joy was ready to hear my pitiful story. “Spill it, Asia. All of it.”

The words spilled out of my mouth as tears spilled out of my eyes, “I can’t finish college! I failed a class, and my scholarship is going to get revoked! I have to make a s**t-ton of money to pay for everything now, and I don’t know how I’m going to do it!” I bellowed and whined then laid my head on the table and gave up.

“Oh, that’s an easy fix. You can do what I did. I didn’t have any money for college, and I found a way to pay for that and then some.” Her words were crazy. She made no sense to me.

She didn’t have money for college?

The girl reeked of expensive things. She had all the latest styles in clothes. A great car. The bad a*s apartment. She had it all and was going to school.

“How?” That’s all I could say as I wiped my eyes and shook my head in disbelief.

Did she really have a great way to make all the money I needed?

“There’s this place in Oregon…”

I cut her off. “I can’t get there. I don’t have money to do that.” It was hopeless. I’d never get to finish school.

“Listen to me, Asia. I signed up for an auction. I put myself up to be a man’s submissive partner. The one I was in was for a two-month contract. The club pays for the plane ticket to get you there. They dress you in their clothes, and when a man purchases you, they take over everything else. They provide you with clothing, food, drink, shelter. You are theirs to take care of for whatever time the contract says.”

“That sounds a little bit too good to be true, Joy.” I just wasn’t believing her. It couldn’t be real.

“Well, there are things you must do, of course.”

I picked up a napkin and blew my nose. “Of course.” I knew it was too good to be true!

“You have to do whatever he wants. But you have control over it all.”

“That’s an oxymoron if I ever heard one. Do what he wants, yet I’m in control.” I wasn’t buying it.

“Yes, you see you fill out a list of things you will and won’t do. For instance, I won’t ever do knife or g*n play.”

“f**k! What kinds of s**t do these men want?” I was shocked.

“It’s b**m, Asia. I know you’ve heard about it. Who hasn’t?” She took a little sip of the margarita and looked up as if I was a fool.

“b**m? The hitting stuff? The tying up stuff? The men dominating women stuff?” I shook my head the whole time and wondered what kind of females sign themselves up for that.

A wry grin curled her lips. “Oh, you’d be shocked how great it all feels. You go to another place and time when you’re doing it. And this club makes sure the Doms are well-trained. There’s nothing to worry about. You learn so much about your mind and body, and you get paid to do it. It’s a win-win.”

“More like a lose-lose. You’re talking about selling your body, Joy.” I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach. My friend wasn’t who I thought she was at all!

“If it’s that, then why did I never feel that way. Hell, I felt like I was getting paid to feel pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. The things that were done to me, I’d have gladly paid someone to do. It was that good, Asia.”

Somehow I was becoming more intrigued than disgusted. “And how will I be in control?”

“The safeword and the fact there will be no kind of play that you don’t previously approve of. The talking about what you’ll do is almost as enticing as the doing it part.” She licked her lips and closed her eyes. “And you’ll have those memories forever! Sometimes, I can still hear my Dom telling me to sit still, or he’ll s***k my a*s. Then I’d wiggle just to get him to do it. It’d make me wet and horny every single time.”

I was back to being disgusted. “There’s something wrong with you, Joy.”

“If that’s true, then I’m cool with that. And I’m not the only one, either. There were hundreds of women at the club. Not all were in the auction. Some were there to be pleasured by the men without accepting any form of payment for it.”

“So why pay for a sub at an auction if they can have women who will do it for free?”

“Because some men want it to last longer than one session. Some want to take the girl with them. Some want to keep her for a while. Believe me, once you’ve been kept, you will know the true meaning of power. You’ll give yours and get theirs. It’s an exchange that will change you forever.”

Joy had never talked about any man in her life, it had me curious. “Did you fall in love with the man who bought you?”

“Love?” She shook her head. “No. Not love. I respected him immensely. I loved the way he made me feel. But I didn’t love him. To be honest, he kept his guard up, not ever completely letting me in. I was fine with that. And I was ready for it to end. The intensity can get overwhelming.”

“Would I have to be in an auction? Because I don’t want to be with a man I’ve never seen. I’d like to pick. Or is that impossible?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying.

Was I going to do this?

“You can sign up as available for a contract. You’ll have to have a physical which the club will pay for. Then you’ll pick out the kinds of play you will and won’t do. If you get an interested man, he’ll message you, I think. It’s different than the auctions. But you will have the choice of telling him yes or no.”

“So I could hold out for a man who I feel attracted to?”

“You could.” She took out her phone and pulled up the site. “The Dungeon of Decorum is like something out of a fantasy book. It’s like a dream you never knew you wanted to have.”

My wheels were spinning. I could do it. I could be in some control. And I had a secret too. Something that might just get me more money than most. I was a virgin.

There was one more thing I had to know. “Joy, how much money were you paid for the two months?”

“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

“f**k me!”

I was in!