Invitation To The Platinum Society: The Billionaire's Secret BDSM Club - Plot & Excerpts
The audience started walking out, Brian promised me he’d wire my payment to me that night, and I said brief hello’s and simultaneous goodbye’s to the other models. $3000 for one night’s work. It was more than I’d earned in a long time and I should’ve thanked Brian properly instead of yelling at him to pay me more. Maybe I’d ask him if he had any designer friends who needed “real-looking women” for their shows. It was a long shot, but I wouldn’t mind doing this again, the pay was so good and I’d actually enjoyed being on show, being admired by all those rich men who’d bought tickets to a lingerie fashion show. I smiled hazily, lost in a daydream where money was easy and I didn’t have to stress about paying my tuition, and I changed out of the skimpy lingerie into my regular clothes. I’d lost my bra somewhere, but that was ok, I’d be home soon enough. As soon as I stepped out of the building, a man in an overcoat came up to me.
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