The Interview

Ava’s POV

My hands would not stop trembling as I stood outside the heavy black door. The address had been given to me in a simple email with strict instructions : wear a plain black dress, no underwear, arrive exactly on time, and bring nothing but honesty. I had followed every rule.

Now my heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. What the hell was I doing here? A normal twenty-six-year-old woman with a boring office job should not be standing outside a private dungeon ready to offer herself to a man she had only spoken to online.

Yet here I was. Wet already....