Siza



The room suddenly felt small when I looked at the lady in front of me, standing awkwardly on the stage. I took my time as I looked at her, her hair was cut short showing her perfectly round face, her lips were pouty and full, her nose was small and her eyes were big, they were angelic. I moved away from her face and looked at her body. She had pointy breasts, a perfect size to be cupped by my hand, she had small hips and long legs that could wrap perfectly around my neck.

A lot of money had been offered for her, 3 people were even bidding against her, but I cut them off as they were quarrelling and made it clear that she was not going anywhere. She looked so pure, innocent like an angel. I on the other hand was the devil himself, I was afraid that I would taint her with my evilness.

I was now standing next to her, I brushed the side of her cheek with the back of my hand, her skin was soft under my touch. She shivered a little bit when my knuckles made contact with her delicate skin.

“What’s your name?” I didn’t usually care about the girls who were brought here, I never wanted to memorise their names or how they looked like, they were all here for one thing and that was to be sold to the highest bidder and those who remained would be used by the men who came here to unwind, it wasn’t called the lions den for nothing.

“Ntobeko.” She said softly, her voice was sweet, it could damn well cause a sweet tooth. My groin twisted with need at just her voice. Ntobeko, what a beautiful name, she was just like her name – humble.

This place was designed for men who liked their girls young, just when they were nearing adulthood and men who needed to get away from their everyday lives and come here to unwind. Not everyone could get in here, I ran a background check on everyone, I knew where they lived, who they were fucking at night, if they pee standing or sitting, I fucking knew how many sugars they put in their cup of coffee or tea.

I was never greedy with girls, the men who came here could have every girl they wanted, except for her. I was afraid to touch her, afraid to taint her with my dirty hands, she was the angel and I was the devil, we didn’t mix. We were the different sides of the same coin, we should never mix but except that I wanted her and only her.

“Where are your clothes?” My voice was aggressive a bit, Ntobeko was shivering a little bit plus the men behind that glass had looked at her long enough, they didn’t deserve to look anymore. I waited patiently as she wore everything slowly, I was never a patient man but I waited nonetheless. When she was done she stood there, her hand twisting her scarf.

“Follow me.” I didn’t wait for her to react before turning on my heel and walked out, shortly after I heard her walking behind me. My office was upstairs, I liked the quietness it brought with the sound of the proof walls. Besides any of that, I liked looking down at what others were doing, it made me feel powerful.

Ntobeko’s feet were not loud when they stepped on the stairs. I pushed open the door and was welcomed by the dark exterior of my office. The walls were painted grey, a black thick wooden table on the other side of the wall was facing the floor to the ceiling window that had a perfect view of the warehouse, a dark blue chair was behind the desk where I spent most of my time. A small couch was facing the door, just behind the window that was showing the outside.

My office was dark, the only light that came through was from the window. I closed the door behind Ntobeko and felt her take a sharp breath when I moved past her.

I smiled a little at how innocent she looked right now. I pulled her to the other door which was my bedroom and ordered her to get undressed my manhood was already rock-hard.