Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I go still.
“And you want me to be that sacrifice?”
Nerilda shrugs.
“If you’re a virgin, then why not? Of course, I’ll make it worth your while. A hundred gold coins for your trouble.”
“Hey, I only got fifty!” Lily squeals from her place. “That’s not fair!”
“You’re not getting anything, idiot,” Nerilda snaps. “You failed, and now I have to scramble for a substitute. So what do you say, Martha?” she asks, turning back to me with an obsequious smile. “One hundred gold coins for your trouble? Provided you are a virgin, of course. Haakon always knows.”
I want to decline her offer. I want to turn on my heel and flounce away with my pride intact because I’m not a tramp, and I’m certainly not a working girl. Yet the proposition shimmers in the air, beckoning with invitation. After all, one hundred gold coins is real money in our country. Each coin is probably the equivalent of fifty dollars at melt value, which means I’d earn five thousand dollars for one encounter with the handsome prince.
Yet how can I even consider this? I know my parents want me to marry up in life. Even if we’re struggling to stay in the middle class, they think I have potential. Gerald and Maria want me to wed one of their banker friends’ sons, or maybe the son of our neighbors, the insufferable Joneses, who recently purchased that huge estate in the country. But if anyone ever finds out that I serviced Haakon, then the marriage door will immediately slam shut.
But I know that my family’s teetering in a precarious economic situation. I know that my parents have been struggling to keep up with the Joneses (literally). I know that my mom still frequents the country club to keep up appearances, but recently let go of our cleaning lady in order to economize. I know my dad comes out of his home office with an ashen look on his face, his knuckles white, after reviewing our bills. I also know that we got rid of our Mercedes because “walking does a body good,” but in fact, we couldn’t keep up with the car payment.
Of course, five thousand dollars will hardly change my family’s circumstances. But at the same time, it could help get us through the next couple months, and give my parents a bit of breathing room.
“I’ll do it,” I say suddenly, my mind made up. “And yes, I’m a virgin.”
“Front and back?” Nerilda asks immediately. I squint at her. “Trust me, Haakon always knows,” she adds in a sibilant voice.
“Yes,” I answer in a stiff tone. “Front and back.”
“Good, good,” the madame coos. “Then it’s perfect. Haakon wants another woman delivered to him this evening, which gives us a little time.” The red-haired woman glances at the clock on the wall. “You did say that you’ve never met the Crown Prince, right?”
I grimace a little.
“He doesn’t know who I am,” I reply in a wry tone. “Don’t worry. I’m just another of the serving wenches to him.”
“Good!” Nerilda says brightly, already looking rejuvenated. “It’s perfect then. We’ll get you all cleaned and prettified for your meeting with Haakon tonight, and then tomorrow, you’ll get your payment. A hundred gold coins. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
I manage to shoot her a wan smile because in fact, it feels dirty to be trading my body for money like this. Yet, I have to acknowledge that there’s a thrill of anticipation running down my spine, even as my thighs clench together with moisture. After all, I began this adventure curious about the double-pronged tool between Haakon’s legs, and now, I’m getting an opportunity to investigate up close and personal. I never anticipated it happening like this, but then again, life hardly ever turns out the way you think, right? Biting my lip, I nod and follow Nerilda up the stairs to prepare for my rendezvous with the prince.
4
Haakon
This morning was a total shitshow. I have no idea what Nerilda was thinking, but the madame completely fucked up and she better make it up to me. After all, I’m probably one of her major patrons. Hell, I’m probably the best patron she’ll ever have, seeing that I’m always generous with payment and return the girls in good shape, more or less.
After all, I’m a fucking beast. I’ll be the first to admit it, and to be honest, the reputation doesn’t bother me. So what if I’m a total asshole who enjoys whores? I like my women slutty and wet, and I find that professionals fit the bill.
Sure, there are some noblewomen who’ve tried to fulfill my needs, but they always get scared at the last minute. I don’t know if it’s the forked tongue or the double-headed dick that does it, but more than one “fine lady” has left my bedroom in tears, with her dress torn while bleeding between the legs.