Inexperienced novel Chapter 1

I walk into the club my eyes wide and fearful.

"How did I even get myself into this mess?" I ask myself softly. You see I'm homeless, which means I have nowhere to stay, which is an advantage cause I can crash and go wherever I want that doesn't include homeless shelters cause let me tell you there are some shady people there like really shady people. But I'm not your typical skinny raggedy homeless person, I'm your just recently homeless person. I became homeless three months ago and let me tell you the adult life isn't great. Long story short just turned eighteen, parents kicked me out, I did finish high school but barely, so college was out of the question and my record isn't the greatest considering I skipped school a lot because of anxiety and almost slept in every class, and maybe threatened a teacher once when she tried to tell me I couldn't nap. Ok maybe more than once but that's beside the point! Now I'm in a club that I snuck into because I was running from a dangerous gang that discovered me and wanted to do who knows what!

I mean the biggest guy who I assume is the leader, based on the description I heard other homeless people use to warn others, pulled out a knife and tauntingly waved it in my direction, his little buddies doing the same. I backed away trying to stay as far away from the swinging weapons. They came closer and closer almost backing me into the corner, I got into fighting stance hoping to scare them off. Then one of them asked me to give them head (whatever that means) and I said, "no?" he got angry and then he threw a punch and tried to rob me and I wasn't letting them have it! Hey it's all I have and it's not even that much, so I dodge the punch, hold on tight to my bag, and spit in one of their faces and ran, and surprise, surprise they ran after me saying that they were going to put me in the system and that a lot of people would pay, lets just say I didn't want to discover what the system was so I ran to the nearest building which happened to be a club.

I look around and see all these people wearing collars around there necks, well not everyone but some and I open my eyes wide when I see a woman gladly letting who I suppose was her partner pleasure her. I look more closely around and discover a lot of people are doing this and that the ones without the collars seemed to be in charge. Some others who didn't have collars were just milling around or sitting in the laps of other people who seemed to not own anyone.

"Oh dear Lord have mercy on their souls, I just walked into one of those trafficking businesses havent I?" I murmur to myself worriedly as I try to find an exit. I'm wandering around eyes wide and alert and I notice some women and men staring at me, their eyes gleaming, with what I'm not sure, but I didn't like it and it made me even more aware, gosh I need to find a way out and fast!

"Where do you think you're going little submissive," an arm wraps around my waist and pulls me hard causing me to slam into their hard chest. First off what the frick frack is a submissive? Second of all I don't need to tell him where I'm going! And third why are you touching me stranger danger! I wriggle out of what I assume is a males grasp and run. I stop to rest, noticing that I somehow made it to another room but it seems to be on the second floor. Damn I don't even remembering running up those stairs, it's a wonder I'm still chubby after all that running and living on the streets but I guess God was like, thou shall stay fluffy, hey I'm ok with that, it will keep me warm during the winter. Also why couldn't it be like that during gym?! Shaking my head and getting out of my thoughts I look around and my stomach churns. It's nice and cozy in here, probably do to the fireplace and the nice classic theme the room held but what made my stomach churn was all these people seemed to be the people who owned the ones with the collars. The Bidders!!!! I thought to myself as I tried to back up slowly hoping no one would notice, heck! I would take my chances with Mr. Hard chest at this point.

"Well hello little one, how did you get up here?" A deep husky yet mature voice asks me well it sounds more like a demand but I'm just assuming its a question. I turn, my green hazel eyes wide and laced with fear and meet a pair of stormy gray eyes and have to admit that they were beautiful.

"-um I-I w-was j-just l-eaving s-sorry," oop there's the anxiety kicking in, well looks like I got to go. I turn to make another run for it but he grabs my wrist and twirls me around. This is it, I'm going to be sold to one of these people and become their slave! God have mercy on my soul. Wait I mean I'm not skinny and don't have the best body so maybe, just maybe they'll take one judgmental look at me and let me go! I have never wished for someone to body shame me so hard in my life before. (One of the reasons why I skipped so many days of school).

"Hmm you don't have a collar so I'm guessing you're looking for a new dominant," the mans eyes light up and so does everyone elses eyes in the room and I feel my stomach drop.

"U-um," before I could say anything else all these people surround me and look at me. And I'm just standing there trying not to crap my pants, who are these people?! What is a dominant?

"She's a curvaceous little thing, I wouldn't mind being the master of her," a woman purrs.

"Not as small as I consider most of my girls but I can make an acception for her," a man says happily. A couple more comments are made and soon the room is filled with voices, I find myself shaking and backing up slowly.

"Shush you guys are scaring her! She has to choose," the man states causing the whole room to go silent and all eyes to go to me. My face heats up and tears enter my eyes, I can't take this! All this unwanted attention!

"Aww honey don't cry its ok, we wont hurt you," a man coos.

"If you want we can turn around and you can hold the hand of the person you want to choose. You seem like a really shy and sweet submissive," a woman says softly. Shy I am but a submissive, still don't know what that is.

"I-I um, I... m-mean I'm," the words won't come out of my mouth and tears are pouring out of my eyes and down my cheeks, how do I tell them that I can't be here because a gang might barge in and shoot the place down? Not to mention the fact that I'm not a huge fan of trafficking!

"Boss! Don't touch her she's an intruder! Who knows why she's here!" A large man bursts in and says this looking at the guy with stormy gray eyes, well if anything, I'll take that as a sign from God and leave. I run hearing gasps and murmuring plus some footsteps. I pick up my pace, and smile as I see an exit sign above a door a couple of inches in front of me. I smile as I burst through hitting the pavement but I soon became nervous noticing that there were footsteps still chasing after me.

"Crap they found me, I will not let you get me you, you thugs!" I hiss through clenched teeth as I run as fast as I can, the footsteps getting farther and farther away. When I'm sure I lost them I slow down and enter the nearest building which happens to be a library, maybe luck is on my side! I go from shelf to shelf smiling and whiffing in that new book smell. My fingers grasp a book and after reading the summary of what it's about I decide to sit and read it considering I have nowhere else to be. Soon I finish reading the book and choose another one. I'm in the library for about three hours and I've managed to read at least twelve books, (three of them being a series). I'm putting one on the shelf, well attempting to, at the moment I'm standing on my tiptoes trying to return it to its rightful place when the door opens causing the bell to tinkle, notifying that someone has come in.

I think nothing of it until I hear a familiar voice ask the woman if she's seen me and then describes me. Not wanting to hear her answer I hastily get the book back in its place, grab my bag besides me, sling it over my shoulder, put my other hand through the other strap so it's fully on my back, and run. I'm out the doors and my feet hit the familiar pavement but not for long, hands wrap around me and I go to kick them but they lift me up. I try to jab them with my elbow but they're holding me to tight, making it hard for me to move my arms.

"H-how a-re y-you e-even p-p-picking m-me u-up?'' Was the first thing that left my mouth.

"You're not even that big, and I've lifted heavier things," the man scoffs.