She knew that in Gibraltar there were Brits with dough who worked there. It seemed ideal, and only twelve miles from Morocco, where she had had a great holiday with number… Well, she’d stopped counting, but it had been a great vacation.
She was disappointed. The Brits on the Rock were of the yobbish, loutish sort, many of them army or ex- army. Only by chance she made a contact who got her invited to a party given by a man from South London who was a prince of offshore gambling. It was a big, loud party in a big loud mansion in Sotto Grande, which is where rich Gibraltarians invariably live.
The host had little conversation and less manners, but he introduced her to Mike. Mike had no conversation at all and probably no manners—it was hard to say, he was so intense about an Internet game he’d invented that was earning him millions, something to do with dropping virtual balls into virtual boxes. He probably figured he didn’t need any social graces. If she hadn’t been desperate, she would have slapped him, his come-on was so crude. But at the same time, she could see he was honest, as the emotionally retarded can be. He really did think that people were basically computers and would do what you wanted if you clicked on the right spot. He guessed— it wasn’t difficult considering how worn her best jeans and T-shirt were—that in her case he only needed to click on
From the party mansion, it was only a short walk to his mansion, but he drove her in his Porsche. She knew the first night was a test; if she performed right, he would be quite generous. So, feeling like a real whore for the first time in her life, she pulled out all the stops. Next morning, he offered her a contract and left her, open- mouthed, to think about it while he drove over to Gib to make another million.
Sitting in the great big kitchen of the great big mansion, she felt suicidal.
Had she really come to this? Out of sarcasm she wrote down the deal he had offered her in his snappy, take-it-or-leave-it, barrow-boy voice before he’d dashed out of the house without even a peck on the cheek.
She was not of the self-destructive kind, though, and knew very well there was a price to pay for everything. Considering how she’d pretty much sold her body for peanuts up to now, it wasn’t really such a bad deal. Once she accepted the no-frills attitude, she realized he was being quite generous.
She had trained as a legal secretary, but had proved unable to endure the tedium. Now she translated his hurried, staccato offer into legalese: Between
Penelope Smith (‘the Service Provider’) of the first part and Michael James Hope (‘the Client’) of the second part, it is hereby agreed as follows:
1. The Service Provider will satisfy on demand any request of a sexual nature made by the Client at anytime of the day or night on receipt of not less than fifteen minutes notice provided that: a. such request shall not cause pain, injury or risk of health to the Service Provider. (In this context, bondage and/or mild flagellation which does not break the skin shall not be considered painful or injurious to health; but the Service Provider shall have the right to refuse anal intercourse at her discretion.)
b. For the avoidance of doubt, it is specifically agreed that the Service Provider will participate in group sex at the Client’s request, provided that said group sex shall not include other men or more than two other women per session.
2. In return for the services set out in 1 above (‘the Services’), the Client shall:
a. Pay the Service Provider five hundred pounds per week; b. Provide accommodation at the Client’s mansion in Sotto Grande free of charge, including a bedroom for the Service Provider’s exclusive use; c. Pay all reasonable living expenses of the Service Provider, including appropriate clothing and food, and provide a car for the Service Provider’s exclusive use.
d. Purchase health insurance for the Service Provider.
For the avoidance of doubt and protection against disease, the Service Provider shall not engage in sexual activity with any person, male or female, other than the Client for the duration of the contract. It is explicitly agreed that the Service Provider will not entertain any person at the Client’s home address, male or female, will not make noise or in any way disturb the Client’s peace and quiet which he requires for his work, will not complain in any way about the Client’s behaviour, manners, living habits, snoring, masturbation, taste in music, drinking, use of recreational drugs, involvement with other women, or, generally, assume in any way, manner or form the rights or privileges of a wife.
3. Either party may terminate this Agreement by providing seven days notice to the other party.
Signed:
When he dashed in again that night, he said, ‘Still here then?’
She showed him what she had written, expecting a laugh, or a snigger, or at least some sign of humour. Instead he nodded, took out a pen and signed.
When he gave her the pen, she signed as well.
2
All went according to plan. She thought of him as an over-sexed robot, but was able to tolerate the arrangement mostly because he was out of the house for at least twelve hours a day, working the phones and the email from tax-exempt Gibraltar, and thinking up more stupid ideas for making money out of still more stupid people. At night, she stayed in her room watching DVDs and Sky TV. When he wanted her, he called her on the house intercom. When he was finished, she went back to her own bed.
She came to understand the reference to drugs in the contract. He used some kind of speed while he was at work, and in the evenings when he wanted to slow down he used some kind of muscle relaxant. And, of course, like all good geeks, he loved marijuana. On Friday nights, he would take something stronger: a morphine-based tranquilizer which made him almost catatonic. His penis was the only organ still functioning. He would lie on his back with a deeply smug look on his face and tell her what he wanted in a hoarse whisper.
Even the bondage and flagellation were not as humiliating as she’d expected. That was because she was a tad partial to both, so long as they were done right. She’d once had a boyfriend who was adept at making a girl horny. He had whispered in her ear, whilst working her clitoris, about how he was going to tie her up to a tree and rape her; make her meet him in a dark alley wearing only a raincoat and have her against a rough brick wall; put her on all fours and whip her while he plunged deep inside her. In the event, he had done none of these things, perhaps because the stories and the finger work made her come in less than five minutes—but the seeds had been sown.
So when the Robot decided it was time to enforce that part of the contract, she wasn’t too fearful. She was surprised he had the good taste to purchase thick velvet bonds with which he tied her hands and feet to the bed— she had been afraid thin nylon string would leave telltale marks. With all responsibility for everything taken from her shoulders, she found she could relax while he plunged away. Not for very long, though, the process raised such a stalk on him, he was finished in minutes.
The flagellation was the same, only more so. It seemed to her she had hardly roused herself to get on all fours and receive a half dozen tentative slaps with the whip—not more than harsh caresses really—when he expired in a heap and called for his dope. It was, of course, the state of dominance he craved. He was a control freak but not a violent man at all.
She did not know any other prostitutes, so could not compare experiences. She admitted that in terms of the retail of flesh, her situation was more Harrods than Tesco, but speaking only for herself, she had never had an easier job. Most of the time he was able to stimulate her enough for intercourse. When she was dry and not in the mood, she applied KY Jelly immediately after the fifteen-minute warning. He never lasted a full hour no matter what the variations.
She really didn’t know what all the fuss was about. Surely women had been doing this one way or another for the hundred thousand years humans had been on earth? She could imagine herself in a previous incarnation as a
