Chapter Ten
Sappho, The House Whore
We were back in the city, now, and Sappho had once referred to herself as a ‘w***e’. This was her chance to consummate that aspiration but, first, there had to be some role play.
Over dinner we’d worked out a scenario that seemed to pull together most of our fantasies and collective experiences, which we combined into an ugly, but contemporary, element in the news of the day: ‘People Trafficking’.
We settled on Sappho taking the part of a young woman who had been traded into s****l slavery and was about to be sold on to a new owner whom she had to impress because, if the transaction didn’t go through, she’d find herself in serious trouble.
Neither of us knew anything about this trade, or how it was plied in reality, but that was academic: this was f
