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your first time here, so don’t worry. I’ll find the right buyer. One who deserves you.”
    It was a simple gesture, but it calmed me.
    “Do you mind?” Tara gestured to the table. I took a deep breath and sat down, and was surprised to discover the table was soft. “Scoot back and lie down, please.”
    As I did so, I steadied my breathing. This was happening, deal with it. Tara bent down and opened a cabinet beneath the table, and when she stood, she had two pieces of black fabric in her hands. The first I recognized – a blindfold. The second was a long swath of black ribbon that disappeared over the side of the table.
    “I’ll show you how this works.” She dropped the blindfold beside me and held up the ribbon. “Can I have your wrist?”
    I held up my hand, and she wrapped the end of the ribbon around it, pressing it closed.
    “Velcro?” I asked.
    “It’s strong. You won’t be able to undo it with one hand, but if your client wants to, it’s easy.” She undid it and handed me the blindfold. “It’s time.”
    Oh, god. I slipped the elastic over the back of my head and then lowered it over my eyes so everything was black.
    “Make sure it’s where you want it. You won’t be able to adjust it in a minute.”
    I did as she suggested, putting the elastic behind my ears. My breathing increased when her hand closed around my right wrist and strapped it down to the table.
    “Can you test that for me?”
    I tried to lift my arm but could only move it a few inches. Her high heels clicked softly on the floor as she rounded the table to stand on the other side. It took no time for her to do this one.
    The modest part of me cringed inside. Yet there was a darker part that was turned on. It’s better to have regret of what you’ve done, than what you failed to do, it whispered.
    “How are you?” she asked. “Does your nose itch? My nose always itched as soon as I was bound.”
    “Well, now it does,” I replied. She laughed and ran her fingers over my nose, and then they were gone.
    “Room four is ready,” she said in a hushed voice, obviously not to me. She must have an earpiece as well. Her heels tapped out a slow rhythm away, and I heard her sink into the chair.
    There were a million thoughts running through my mind while we waited in silence. The straps weren’t uncomfortable, but they weren’t great, either. I wanted to get on with it even as I was petrified. What if he wanted to start with one of the three boxes I’d checked at the last minute? Disaster, that’s what would happen.
    I heard the door swing open and I stopped breathing. Heavy footsteps entered, and I could make out his raspy breathing.
    “Good evening, sir,” she said. “Can I show you what I’m featuring tonight?”
    “Yeah,” he said. The heavy footsteps plodded closer. “Good lord, I think they get better with each room.” He had a southern accent.
    “I don’t know, I think you’ll find she’s the peak. And she’s an exclusive.”
    “What’s that mean?”
    “She’s here for one night only. She can be yours alone.”
    “Yeah?”
    They lapsed into silence for a moment before Tara spoke again. “You don’t sound like you’re originally from here.”
    “Nashville.”
    “Oh? Bet the traffic took some getting used to.” So, he was fugly, as Payton had put it. Maybe he could put up top dollar and be done in five minutes . . .
    He sighed. “She’s real pretty and all, but I’d kind of like to see them all before making a decision.”
    “Of course,” she said in her honey-sweet voice. I heard the door open and close. “Thanks for telling me he’s showrooming,” she grumbled, again I assumed into the earpiece. “Okay, got it.”
    It sounded like she returned to the chair.
    Without my vision, it felt like hours had passed.
    I waited.
    And waited.
    But the door never creaked open. I tried counting in my head to distract myself. What if no one else came? Whoring myself out was bad enough; what if no one