Selling my virginity seemed like the perfect plan.
Loads of money to fix all my problems,
And I finally get this cherry popping thing out of the way.
A win-win.
At least, that’s what I thought.
Now, I’m in a room with three masked men.
Each of them on a mission to stop the virgin auction, and take what I’ve been saving for themselves.
I shouldn’t like this.
I shouldn’t need this.
I shouldn’t be craving more,
But I am, and I’m not sure I want it to stop.