The Silk Trap. A Novel in 43 Chapters
Chapter 39: Lara gets a visitor.
A knock on her door wakes up Lara with a start. It's the Queen asking for permission to enter in her usual fake obsequious tone, “Can I come in, Darling?”
“No,” replied Lara in a blunt tone while still lying in bed. The queen laughed as she heard that. “ Very Funny, Lara; I can see you are in a fine mood this morning. But don’t worry, I have some great news for you that should cheer you up!”
The queen sat down on the lounge chair next to Lara and continued, “You have your first booking! And you won’t believe what he paid for you ….”
“A million ?” again Lara replied, in a drowsy voice full of pure sarcasm.
The queen kept her smile but, with a more steely tone, said, “5,500 Euros.”
“I normally never tell my girls what they are paid, but I thought you might like that valuation given how business savvy you are. It’s the highest I have ever got for any of my girls for their first auction!” The queen was still impressed with Lara’s first booking value.
Lara was silently shocked at the number. It was the first time someone had valued her just for her physical body. It was not the amount as much as the thought of being a saleable commodity that went like a blunt knife through her heart.
Lara could not keep looking at The Queen anymore least she could see the hate that Lara felt for her.
Lara kept quiet.
“Who is the client?” Lara asked to suppress her aggressive rebellious mood as she sat up in bed and followed the Queen’s movements around the room.
“It's a man from London,” the queen replied, But I don't remember his name, but anyway, men never give their real name when they meet any girl. I think he is English; Jan said he met him last night at the hotel.”
The queen’s head was in Lara’s cupboard as she rummaged through the clothes and undergarments that she had been given, trying to select something for Lara to wear for the meeting later at night.
When the queen looked back at Lara, she saw that Lara’s eyes were blazing in rage, and her face had turned crimson pink.
“Jan?” was all Lara could say in a whisper as if being choked as the words scraped out of her throat.
The queen looked puzzled for a second and then blushed slightly, realizing her slip of the tongue and revealing the name of Jan to Lara.
“Yes. You know Jan. Did you meet at the hotel, or was it at the club?” the Queen spoke dryly, brushing off the fact that she had just told Lara about the man who had tried to seduce her, then over drugged her, almost killing her in the process and then kidnapped her and brought her to this hell hole. That same Jan…who had arranged a client from London, who was going to pay to have sex with her tonite…!
“Wait from where?” her mind asked, hugely distracted by the location of the client. Michel is from London! Is he here? Lara totally forgot about her hate for Jan for a moment as she imagined that Michel had somehow found her and been able to get into the auction and then…impossible.
Lara knew that Michel had no idea where she had gone that night. She had not called or left a message for anyone about her whereabouts and that she was going to the Club with Jan. How was Michel to know where she was…There are thousands of men from London who come and go through this city…it was almost impossible that Michel would know where she was.
Lara looked dazed and confused with all the emotion flowing through her that she barely noticed the doorknob turning and a man entering the room.
“Ah Jiri,” come in, said the queen as she turned to look at the man who had entered the room and was looking directly at Lara with hawked eyes hooded by his thick eyebrows and handlebar mustache.
Lara noticed that Jiri was staring hard at Lara as if trying to make a connection. But he looked away when the Queen started to speak.
“Lara, this is Jiri, your security guard, and then turning to Jiri, the queen continued, “Jiri, you need to pick up Lara from here and take her to the room that Jan gives you the number of; get there at midnight and then pick her back at 3 am and bring her back here. And tonite her name is Sophie.”
Jiri nodded his head and said, “Understood. I will be here just 10 minutes before midnight to pick you up…Sophie.” he said after a little pause as he looked at Lara and waved his heavily muscled arms.
Jiri gave a small bow to the Queen and left the room, leaving the Queen alone with Lara.
By now, the Queen had pulled some clothes out for Lara to wear. She held them up for her against her own body as she spoke,
“Look, I think for your first night, you should dress like a college girl out on a date. Something that feels easy and relaxed but then on the inside, I want you to wear some exciting lingerie to impress and excite our lucky guy.”
Lara saw that the Queen had chosen a black silk shirt and a pair of black leather trousers with red sneakers for the top and a wine red mesh and lace underwear as her wardrobe for her first night out as a sex slave.
Lara just stared at the queen and nodded in mute acceptance as she rubbed her frigid hands from turning blue at the thought of what lay ahead.