Chapter 8

The next thirty-six hours were tormenting for Lisa as she constantly debated her options. The last time she had been faced with a dilemma like this she had acted on instinct. Now she had time to think and assess things and it made her choices even harder. Last time she had submitted to this evil man to save her husband. So she gave herself to him, if not willingly, but she had surrendered for a noble reason. If she did as he demanded now it was for her own selfish reasons; so that her original infidelity wouldn’t be exposed.

As much as Lisa knew Justin would understand and forgive the reason for her doing what she had done, the very idea of her being touched by another man would destroy him.

Lisa’s mind was in turmoil, she hardly slept or ate, and occasionally she would throw up at even the thought of going through with whoring for ‘the man’, or worse still giving herself to him again. But, she hadn’t rejected the proposal outright, and that caused her even more torment. Could she willingly, if reluctantly, give herself to another man?

After making her decision, Lisa made a phone call. “I won’t do it.”

There was a long silence, and Lisa thought he’d hung up. “I’m a little surprised and disappointed at your choice. Before I accept your decision just listen to this.” A voice recording began to play and Lisa heard herself clearly say, “I’ll whore for you.” It was patently taken out of the full context it was said in, but it was still damning.

“I’m sure your husband would love to hear you saying that. And would he wonder if you hadn’t already done it? And how often? I’ll give you until the original deadline.” The phone went silent.

Lisa endured another few hours of torment, debating her options, neither of which filled her with pleasure. With five minutes left to the deadline, Lisa’s hand shakily reached out to her phone and dialled a number. “I give in. You win. I’ll do it. When?”

“Tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at your...”

“No, you are not coming here.” Lisa gave him a place to meet in the centre of town.

“Agreed. And Mrs King, dress prettily. Nothing too slutty or tarty, but we want your client to appreciate what he’s getting, don’t we? I know your client will like your innocent look. And you’re a high-class expensive whore now, aren’t you?”

Lisa had hoped that it would happen tonight, allowing her to get it over with quickly, but now she had another 24 hours to agonise over things. The following day passed interminably for Lisa who was a nervous wreck. Her stomach was constantly churning, and she just wished it would be over with.

Waiting to be picked up on a street corner, just like the tart she was about to become, Lisa was barely able to stop herself from shaking. A car drew up and she got in, sealing her fate of becoming a whore.

As they drove into the countryside Lisa was silent as ‘the man’ kept up a constant prattle of how beautiful she was and how much it pained him to ask her to do what she was doing. That she had the chance to change things, all she had to do was spend the night with him. All the time he was turning the screw and adding to her mental torment. At one point he reached out and placed a hand on her knee, running it slowly up her trembling thigh. Lisa went rigid and waited until his hand was about to slip under the hem of her dress when she grabbed his little finger and twisted, breaking it effortlessly.