“Are you sure you’re interested, sir? Forgive me for saying so, but…” The big, tall, Lurch-y man stared at him through wire-rimmed glasses. “…you’re not exactly a common type here.”
“There’s money, right? Good money?” Jack watched Lurch nod. “Then I’m fucking interested.” He had to come up with a quarter of a mil. Now, before someone had his head on a platter, kind of literally.
Ben Williams, the bartender at Glass Houses, had listened to him crying in his beer a couple of days ago and slipped him this business card. Shibari Auction House. Jack had told the guy he didn’t have a damn thing left in the world. Nothing. He’d sold it all for that last desperate game. Triple or nothing. He got nothing.
“This is… Well, they aren’t buying stuff, Jack. It’s… service they’re buying.”
It had taken him a little bit to figure it out, and a little bit longer than that even to get up the balls to call. Knowing that Mick Peterson was out there with a baseball bat and a switchblade helped.
“You do understand that you will enter a contract, yes?”
Jack nodded. After he called, he’d spent time with Ben, who’d told him that all sorts of things were possible — personal assistants, security, even housekeeping — but mainly this was sex stuff. With other guys, if you wanted the money.
God knew, he wanted the money.
“I do. You tell me what’ll get me the best price, I’ll do it. I’m not scared.” Or proud. Hell, maybe after three years of doing… whatever, he wouldn’t want to gamble any more.
“Well, obviously the more… esoteric terms are more costly.” The thin lips pursed. “Body modifications and total submission are at the top, and –”
“Fine. Give me the list.” He had two days left before the enforcers came hunting him.
“Length of time will make a difference as well.” Lurch still wasn’t handing over the list. “And anyone could buy you. Someone young, someone old…”
“Is three years good?” He didn’t care about the other. It wasn’t like he was going to get off. He started checking stuff off. “When it says body mods, they won’t cut my balls off or nothing, right?”
“No, that would be castration. Body mods includes piercings and things like pearls slipped beneath your skin.” One of Lurch’s eyebrows went up, way up, as he continued to mark items as acceptable. “Three years will get you a good sum, especially with the number of items you’re indicating you’ll do.”
“Okay.” He firmed his lips up and looked at the guy — Yves, actually, not Lurch — again. “Is it bad that I haven’t ever taken it in the ass? I mean, I can go out tonight and do it, if it is.”
Yves made a soft noise. “Are you even gay? Because trust me, we include that you are a virgin and your price goes up. Way up. But your… deflowering may not be all hearts and roses.”
“I’m gay. I just… In my neighborhood it’s a quick handjob or a blowjob in the alley. Not… something that ends in a bed with lube.” The idea of having a cock up there made his sphincter clench.
“You can leave anal sex off the list. It will decrease the price, though.” Yves touched his arm, his look gentle. “Are you sure?” If the man asked that one more time…
“They’re going to break my legs, man. They’re going to kill me. I have to pay them.”
“Well, no one who buys you will break your legs or kill you.” Yves shook his head. “If you really need a lot of money, I would suggest giving your virginity up with the rest. That really will be what increases your price.”
“Okay. Okay, yeah. It’s not like it’s good to me.” He tried to grin. “I’m not a bastard. I just… I gamble.” He had the slightest addictive bone.
“Not very well, it appears.” Yves’ tone was extremely dry.
Jack found himself laughing, hard. Hard enough that it hurt a little. “Yeah, I guess.”
“If you’ll finish filling that out, I’ll send Bart in for the signing, and then Katie will help you with your grooming. If you want, and you’re quick, we can get you on the bill for tonight’s auction.”