Hard

3. Allie-2

The first thing I did when I got home was check my emails. My deal with Bree had had the exact opposite effect of what she’d wanted. I was more determined than ever to save my sister, no matter what.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that I had a solid dozen emails in response to my ad. I went through about half of them in only two minutes, quickly writing them off as too crazy or too dangerous. The ones that were left, I took a little longer on. Some included pictures from the get-go, others asked for mine. A lot of them were from older men that could have been my father, maybe even grandfather.

The thought made me shudder a little. Definitely not what I preferred.

Of course, they’ll probably have the money to actually pay you, I thought. It didn’t exactly lift my spirits.

I was about to cave and accept that I was going to do it with a senior citizen when I came to the last email. It was brief, concise, but not necessarily rude.

Dear Miss,

Name your price and I’ll pay it. And I’ll pay more for the chance to tattoo your body. I promise it won’t be something you regret.

If it sounds like something you’re willing to do, please respond with pictures of your nude body. I need to know what I’m buying before confirming any transactions.

Ink.

Ink was the only name he gave and there was a picture, but it was missing his face. Instead, it showed a hard, hot body with cut muscles and tattoos spiraling over them. I felt a shiver of desire run through me for the first time in a long while. Maybe it wasn’t really him. Maybe that was the only part of him that was good looking.

But it was enough that I gave his request some serious thought. A tattoo? I’d never gotten one before, but then I’d never had s*x before either. I decided that I would send him an email back, one with my price, and if he agreed… Well, then I’d have to take some creative pictures.

The email said only “one million” in it. I wasn’t expecting a reply again that night, but I received one within the hour. This one was as short as the one I sent.

Done. Pictures?

I stared. It wasn’t possible. In all my wildest dreams—

But it just wasn’t possible.

I had dared to hope that I would make enough that this would all be worth it. I had dared to hope for twenty thousand dollars, maybe thirty if I was lucky. Enough for a down payment to the hospital. Enough to keep me afloat. But I had never dreamed that one reckless night would cover everything.

It took me a while before I could move again. I sat there just staring at my computer screen until it went black, then I quickly moved the mouse in a panic, like I was scared I’d imagined the whole thing. But it was still there. He had agreed to one million dollars for my virginity and a tattoo.

Swallowing heavily, I looked at the only other word. Pictures.

I was shaking as I brought up the webcam on my computer. And that shaking didn’t stop as I angled it so that it could see me when I stood. Nor did it stop as I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I kicked off my pants next, then hesitated. Even in the privacy of my own apartment, I felt nervous doing this.

It’s just a picture. This guy’s going to see you naked anyway, remember?

Nodding to myself, I unclipped my bra and dropped it, then shimmied out of my panties. I stood completely naked in front of the webcam. I could see my own heavy breasts on the screen and my wide hips. There was that tiny gap at the top of my thighs where the light from the kitchen shone through, making my body a silhouette. I turned a few lights on and off until my body was actually visible in the camera. I was about to snap a picture when I thought about what he’d done. Left out his face.

I angled the camera again, then set a timer for it. Three seconds later, I took my first nudes. I did a few more, then went through them to find the best one. I chose one where I was slightly off to the side, emphasizing both my curves and my smaller waist.

With trembling fingers, I attached the photo to a reply email… then I hit send.

No going back now.

I was about to get up and find something to wear to bed, when I got a response. I hadn’t been expecting one so quickly, but hoped it was… good.

I’ll pay more money – whatever price you’d like – for one additional thing: A weekend together.