I Didn't Ask to Be Here

As we walked down the hall, I was a little scared. I checked the time on my phone and saw that I did not have any service. I was praying the whole time.

They never told me where we were going. I was just following along. When we got to the ten-foot iron doors down the hallway, Amanda said “Blow me” was the password. The doors opened.

“Woo Wee, who is this baddy you are bringing me tonight?”

I could hear his deep raspy voice, but I could not see him. As he turned his chair around, I noticed he was watching us on a screen. He had about twenty surveillance cameras set up from the parking lot to the inside of the club and down the dark hallway to his office, where we were now standing.

He stood on top of his desk to make himself taller. He was about five feet tall, if that. He was dressed in denim jeans, a V-neck white fitted T-shirt, cowboy boots and hat, with a gun in his holster. He had six gold chains around his neck, five diamond rings, a long ponytail, and tattoos like his brother Swan Lee.

I thought, I know people do not take this dude seriously.

“Come here, sweet thang,” he said to me. “Damn, you look good. My big boy likes you a lot. He will not keep still.” He touched his penis, showing everyone in his office his dick print through his pants. “Yo, ma, your body is tight, just how I like it. Are you coming to make some money for Sax Lee or what?”

“No,” I stuttered. “I’m only here to watch the show.”

“Oh, yeah, baby. You are the show. You the prettiest little thing I have seen all night.”

Amanda smacked her lips and rolled her eyes; I think she was getting jealous because her boyfriend was flirting with me. Sax looked down at his watch and said, “Ain’t it time for you ladies to get to work?”

The girls looked at me and said, “Let’s go, Paris!”

Sax grab my arm. “We ain’t done talking. I’ll send her up in a minute.”

I was so scared. My heart was beating out of my chest. I did not want the girls to think I was acting childish, so I stayed down in the dungeon with him with no fucking phone service. “What’s the wifi passcode?” I asked. “My phone ain’t got service down here.”

He squeezed my legs and asked me, “Why are you shaking?”

Smiling as I bit the tip of my thumbnail, I said, “You can’t get an answer until you give me the wifi passcode.”

“FAT-ASS.”

“What does my ass have to do with you giving me the passcode?”

“Nah, sweetie, that’s the wifi passcode,” he said, walking toward me with lust in his eyes and a hard-on.

“Oh, my bad. I thought you were being disrespectful.”

“I could be if you want me to.” Smacking me on my ass, he walked over to his desk.

“Look, Sax, what do you want from me?” I asked. “I would like to go upstairs now.”

“You have to audition for the job. What, you thought your pretty face was gon’ get you hired?”

“I told you I didn’t want a job. I was just here to watch the show.”

“Oh, so you don’t like money?”

“What kind of question is that? I like money. I just love myself more.”

“So why you here?” he asked. “Ain’t nobody allowed down here unless you are fucking, sucking, or auditioning to be a dancer. And since you ain’t dancing, you must want to get fucked?”

“Fucked?” I yelled out. “I will be damned if I lose my virginity in a fucking club. To a person I don’t love or care about.”

“So, you a virgin?”

“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”

“So, that little cherry ain’t never been popped?”

“I don’t refer to her as a cherry, but yes, my hymen is still intact.”

“Wow, I ain’t never had virgin pussy before.”

“And who said you were getting it now?”

Sax called one of his guards in the office. I started panicking. I thought they were going to try to rape me. So I texted my best friend, Bennie:

Hey, best, I think I’m in trouble.

If I come up missing or dead.

I’m with Emily, Candice, and Amanda

At some strip club called

KING OF SPADES

Turns out Sax only called the guard in to remove this gigantic picture frame off the wall. And he left right after. Thank God—I thought I was dead for a moment. Sax told me to help him pull his desk over to the wall, because he had something to show me.

I thought, What does he have to show me?

He told me to turn my head, because he did not want me to remember the code to his safe. When he told me to turn back around, he had a lot of money on top of his desk. I could not believe my eyes; I had never seen that much money before in my life.

“How much do you want?” he asked.

“How much do I want for what?”

“To take your virginity.”

“You got me fucked up!” I exclaimed. “I ain’t no ho. My virginity is priceless, and if I were to sell it, I would need three million in cash.”

“Well, can I taste you?”

“Taste me? So, now you a vampire?”

“I’m going to give you ten bands to eat your pussy and take you to dinner.”

“Are you asking or telling me what you are gonna do?” I asked. “And ten bands ain’t enough. Make it twenty.”

“Honestly, sweet thang, I would eat that pussy so good, you would give me that little pussy for free.”

“So you telling me if I let you taste me, you will give me twenty racks?” I asked, meaning twenty thousand dollars in cash. “Right?”

With a sinister smirk on his face, because he knew money could buy anything, he said, “Ain’t that what I said?” He was licking his lips in a circular motion, walking toward me with half of the money in his hand.

“Stop, Sax. I did not agree to anything yet! Plus, if I let you eat my pussy, I need my coins right now.”

“Of course. I’m a man of my word. Here, take the money.”

“I can’t walk out of here with twenty racks. Zelle me my seventeen thousand now if you a man of your word.”

“What, you tryna get me caught up with the Feds?” he shot back. “Girl, I cannot Zelle you seventeen bands. I got you; you do not trust me. But you want me to trust you a virgin?”

“I am a virgin.”

“Shit, I can’t tell by looking at you.”

I could not believe I was sitting there negotiating my virginity. I guess pussy was powerful. I thought, I should put this pussy on offer up and sell it to the highest bidder.

After all the back and forth, he did Zelle me eight thousand and wired two thousand to my bitcoin account. The other ten thousand, he gave me in my hand.

“So, Sax, you ain’t worried about me running off with your money?”

“Did you see the guard at the front door? Ain’t nowhere to run, and once that money hit your account, the deal was sealed.”

Sax gave me three shots of Remy Martin 1738, and my nervousness went out the window. I did not know if it was the money or the fact of me about to get my pussy ate. I had seen plenty of porn, though, so I was ready.

Sax Lee told me to lay on his desk facing his chair with my legs open. He started rubbing between my thighs, and I could fill my panties getting wet. Sax started sniffing my pussy. He reached into his desk and took out some scissors. I got a little afraid, because I did not know what he would do with the scissors. Then he cut a hole in the middle of my pants and ripped the seams out.