Mastering The Virgin 1-5 novel Chapter 8

Taking a coffee break sitting on the hotel balcony, I hear the ping of my email.

Idly, coffee cup in hand, I wander through to see what’s arrived….

Subject Line: Tender for Contract Ref A3748/2015/B - Haswell

A prickle runs down my spine and my gut clenches. All the days and months, nay, years, of work I put in….

Coffee forgotten, I open the email.

Dear Mr Alexanders,

We are pleased to inform you that your tender for Contract Ref A3748/2015/B has been successful….

I stare at it unbelieving, my brain not absorbing what my eyes are seeing, then…

I've done it! I've fucking done it!

I don’t know what to do with myself. In the space of a minute, I’ve gone from struggling entrepreneur to having more money than I’m ever going to need.

I glance down at the invoice for Georgetta’s University fees and burst out laughing.

What to do now?

Some things just have to be shared.

I tap into my mobile:

I’m celebrating. U free tonite?

sure what’s the celebration?

Got the contract

THE contract? The 1 u told me about?

Yes

Wow! congrats man. c u 8 pm at mine? Meal and club?

Gr8 c u then

*****

In a restaurant, over steak and salad, “I’ve got something else to tell you.”

“Oh? As well as hitting the big time? You have been busy. What’s that then?” Michael tops up our glasses with the rather good Rioja we’re sharing.

“I’ve, um…. I’ve signed up to attend a rather unusual auction.”

“Really?” He looks intrigued. “You finally buying yourself a house? Now you’ve got that contract? You were fast on your feet.”

“No, nothing like that.”

I pass him the brochure. He looks at the front, frowning.

Looking for the Girl of Your Dreams?

He looks baffled. “A dating agency? For you?”

“No, it’s not a dating agency. Read what it says inside.”

He starts reading, brows furrowing. “I don’t get it, James. If you want to buy a woman, you’ll find one at a lot less than these prices. The working-girls on most of the street-corners down in the old town wouldn’t empty the small change from your pocket…. If you were into that sort of thing. Why on earth….?”

“Look at page thirty-two.”

He riffles through to the page, looks and whistles. “Wow! What a stunner. I can see why she’s drawn your eye, but….” His eyes are still, scanning, reading the notes, “…. there’s plenty of willing gals around the clubs. Why….” He pauses. “Hang on, it says here this girl’s a virgin.”

“That’s right.”

He stares at me. “You’re not serious?”

“Why shouldn’t I be serious? Look at her. Wouldn’t you like to….”

“Yes, I would, if she was willing and if she was experienced and knew what to expect. Your tastes run to slapping them ‘til their asses glow in the dark, then sucking them dry while they're still screaming. It’s fair enough for the girls who like that sort of thing, but on a virgin, that would be abuse.”

I begin to feel uneasy.

Is he right?

It sounded like a much better idea when it stayed inside my head….

“You have got to be kidding me. James, you can pull all the women you want or can handle with no effort. Why on earth would you want to do something like this?”

“They’re all there as volunteers, all consenting….”

Michael’s smile is gone.