A One Year Contract

[Felix80]

His heart was a rock. Jack didn't have any love left. Not after the divorce.

She would have taken him for millions, everything he had, if his lawyer hadn't insisted on a pre-nuptial agreement.

Not that Jack gave a shit. He didn't. Not about anything. Not anymore.

Betrayal would do that to you.

He didn't want another relationship. He wanted sex. On his terms.

It was a few months after everything was finalized that he posted the ad on Craig's list near a college. It read:

A one year contract for a female sex slave. Complete obedience required. $50,000 paid at end of contract. Room and board supplied. Multiple applicants accepted. Include photos.

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OOC: Looking for a female writer to write multiple roles. PM if interested and we can work out the details. Look over my other threads to get a feel for my style.

 

[jaynedixon]

Stepping into the elevator Julie turned to all the buttons a recently manicured and freshly painted finger reached out to hit the number 6 as she took a step back, resting against the far wall of the elevator as she looked out through the open doors for the 2 or 3 seconds they remained open before eventually starting to close. At 5'6", her long red hair hung about halfway down her back but Julie almost always wore pulled back in a hair tie to keep it out of her way. She hadn't worn makeup, as a result her freckles that ran across the bridge of her nose and tops of her cheeks were noticeable. She had bright green piercing eyes and naturally rosy lips which were drawn in a fine line as she bit softly at her lower lip. A few hours ago, when she was getting dressed, she had slipped on a little blue floral-patterned sundress and she would have gone without panties but in case the wind blew her skirt up, she slipped on a blue thong on but left off the bra. Spaghetti straps of the dress rested on her shoulders and the blue pattern was interrupted by some lace patchwork across her midriff just under her breasts, and the skirt ended mid-thigh.

Now, as she leaned against the back of the elevator watching the indicator change 1...2...3...she reached down and her fingers touched at the bare smooth skin of her legs. 3...4...her hand moved from the outside of her thigh to the front and up, her fingers slipping to the inside of her thigh as her hand moved up, bunching the front of her skirt up as they went. Where a few hours ago Julie's fingers would have touched the material of her thong, now they just touched skin. Skin that was wet and sticky and she closed her eyes as her fingers ran over her lips between her legs, in her mind she thought back to the evening, as her fingertip brushed against her clit she gasped softly and she felt her nipples harden under her dress. More wetness coated the tip of her finger. 5...6 'ding' the elevator sounded and stopped, Julie's eyes flicked open and she pulled her hand away as the doors started open. She stepped out of the elevator walking to the right she carried on walking until she reached her door, hearing the click open she grabbing and pressing down on the handle, pushing the door open, Julie stepped into her apartment.

After a night of drinking and eating and then more drinking Julie needed water when she got home, and by the time she climbed into bed not even one hour later she had had three glasses while she had showered and scrolled through the TV guide to see if there was anything interesting on at this time of night, there was not and so she was in bed, though not tired enough to sleep she sat up in bed illuminated only by the light from her laptop, as she scrolled through various sites she came too Craigslist and as a single woman she sometimes looked through the personal ads on the site though she always suspected 99% of them were fake as it was when she saw the ad looking for a sex slave and she had clicked past it and read others before she returned to it and shrugging to herself she opened her email and replied to the ad. As she just expected to get back a computer generated response she kept it quick, introducing herself and including that she was actually looking for a new apartment as her lease was up and then she did turn on the laptops camera and took a headshot of her as she sat in bed and attached that to the email. Clicking send she shut the laptop down and placed it on the bed next to her as she turned over and closed her eyes, hoping she wouldn’t feel too hung over in the morning.