Saoirse, A Woman In A...Different World

Although this story still aligns with the general story, of enslavement, there are few differences with this world than from the rest of the stories here. Rather than the enslavement of the whole woman, various countries instead opted for a different approach: Women can now lease and sell parts of their body to others, providing a way for poorer women to try and gain an economic advantage, while richer men and women can access and eventually purchase their own slaves in whole. This is that story...

"I'm sorry, you're offering how much for my mouth?"

I stare shocked at the woman before me. She's a tall blonde woman, likely Swedish judging from her sky-blue eyes and slight accent, and her lips curl the black lipstick into a confident smirk. She's dressed in a black brassiere with a short-sleeved red sheer shirt over, with tight-fitting black jeans which outline her shapely bottom-half even as she sits cross-legged before me, and a pair of black heeled boots which shine in the dull white light of the cafe. She briefly glances at her watch as she takes another sip from her cappuccino, and once the cup was back on the table, she finally repeated her offer.

"One million dollars. Five years. And presently..." her eyes flicked up and down my body, likely sizing me up for later pleasures, "...only your mouth. What do you think?"

Okay, Saoirse, think...if she did own my mouth, what would she make me do with it? She could make me eat her out...not that I'd mind that, the quick glance I caught of her ass had me squirming in my seat...she could make me say only certain things...oh god, would she really have me pierced? It's not likely, I'm pretty sure that tongue piercings just enhance oral for guys...but god, one million dollars is a lot of money...

I ran a hand through my hair, contemplating the offer. So far, I'd turned down guys just because I knew what many of the women who did sell themselves went through, and even though I'm bi, it never seemed like my kind of thing. But this? Just my mouth, and just for five years, and all for a million dollars...this could get rid of your college loans, could buy a house, could set me up for life! I bit the inside of my lip as I thought. And finally, after a few more moments of quiet contemplation, I nodded.

"Alright then. You've got my mouth."

The woman finally, fully smiled, and withdrew a document, an ornate fountain pen, and a...what looked like a credit card from the backpack she brought with her, and slid both towards me.

"All you have to do is sign, and it's settled." I uncapped the pen and wrote down my name. Saoirse Bevan. There the ink settled into the pen, and I gently pushed both the pen and the contract back to her.

"So then...what now?"