Chapter 4
“Daddy, I’m worried,” Faith spoke into the phone at the end of January. She had hoped to have some responses to her letters by the time she got back to school, although she knew that she was unlikely to hear anything that quickly. But now it was three weeks later and still there was nothing.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Jack reassured her. “It’s still early.”
“But not a single response!” Faith lamented.
“People are just getting back into the swing of things after the holidays,” said Jack. “Give it some more time.”
Faith gave it more time. She focused on her school work. The boys and girls at the university focused on her body. And still she worried.
“Daddy, I’m worried,” Faith told her father at the end of February.
“Don’t worry, baby. Maybe you should send out a second round of letters to the same companies,” he recommended. “And tell them that you’ll follow up by phone in a week.”
Faith sent out a new set of letters with her resume. She started her phone campaign the next week. Her grades were doing well. Some of the other students were doing well at getting her clothes off. And still she worried.
“Daddy, I’m worried.” It was now the end of March. She had received two rejection letters from companies. A number of others that she contacted by phone told her that they were not hiring summer help this year because of the horrible economy. A few told her that she was on a wait list and they would contact her once they determined their summer staffing needs. The rest of the companies ignored her and did not respond to the messages that she left on voicemail.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he replied to her. “I’ll start asking around.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“And your mother has an idea,” he added.
“I’m not going to be governess to the twins again!” she declared emphatically.
“No, no,” he responded. “It’s nothing like that. We know your feelings about watching the twins again.”
She went back to her school work. The other students and a couple of professors went back to feasting on her luscious body. And still she worried.
“Daddy, I’m worried,” she said at the end of April. “There’s less than a month until the end of school. I still don’t have a job.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” he reassured her again. “I haven’t been able to find anything for you yet either. It’s this damned economy. But your mother did find something that will work.”
“Oh!” said Faith brightly. “What did she find?”
“Well,” he replied. “Don’t get your hopes too high. You’re still better off finding a full time job. But she has a sort of online job board. It’s only for temporary help. But it should result in employment for most of the summer.”
“Oh,” she said. Disappointment was obvious in her voice. Visions of sweeping floors and packing boxes were rushing through her head; nothing like what she had imagined for herself when she started her job search. But it would still be better than being in the clutches of her young cousins. “What’s the name? I can go ahead and post something now.”
“It won’t be open until the third week of May according to your mother,” he replied. “It really is just for summer work.”
Faith sighed. She would be home by then. Well, maybe she would find something by then. If not, at least now she had a fall-back plan.
“What about that job board that Daddy was telling me about?” asked Faith. She had arrived home for the summer an hour earlier. And she still didn’t have a job. The economy was the worst it had been in decades and companies were eliminating jobs instead of bringing on summer interns.
“Oh,” smiled Jill. “It just opened earlier this week. It’s a non-profit that provides temporary employment and creates scholarships with the proceeds. Yours would be one of the scholarships.”
“Oh,” nodded Faith. “What kinds of jobs?”
“All sorts, I would imagine,” replied Jill. “Want to see it?”
“Sure,” Faith said. They went to the computer in the study and Jill sat down at the desk. Faith stood beside her as Jill pecked away on the keyboard.
“It’s called haveabitoffaith.com” said Jill.
“That’s an odd name,” observed Faith.
Jill pressed the Enter key on the computer. A website appeared with a picture of Faith in her high school cheerleading uniform. There was only one button on the screen to click on: Enter.
“What is this, Mom?” asked Faith with a furrowed brow.
“It’s your own personal job board, sweetie,” smiled Jill. “I’ll show you how it works. She clicked on the Enter button. A new screen popped up and asked for a user name and password. She quickly filled those in and clicked again.
Faith gasped when the next screen appeared. It was a picture of her dressed as a pony girl and kneeling in the center of a barn. She was completely naked but for the straps that criss-crossed her nudity and the bridle on her head that held a bit in her mouth. It had obviously been taken the summer before but she wasn’t aware of any pictures being taken at the time.
“Mom, I don’t understand.”
“This is your job board, baby,” Jill said. “It’s broken into one week segments and people get to bid on you. It works a little like eBay.” Faith saw three buttons below her nude form: Schedule, Rules and Gallery. Jill clicked on Schedule.
The next screen was a list of weeks, thirteen in all. And next to each week was a listing of user names and dollar amounts. “This shows you the bidding history for each week,” explained Jill. “And the bidding will remain open until noon of the Saturday before each week.”
“I don’t understand it, Mom. What are they bidding on? And why was there a picture of me naked on that other page?”
“They’re bidding on you, honey,” said Jill as she scanned the page. “They are all trying to buy you for a week; sometimes more than one week. See, here the Philpotts are ahead for week 3. And your Aunt Jane is ahead for week 6. That seems to be a very popular week. Look at all of the bids we have. And the Simses are ahead for week 1 which is next week. I don’t think you have ever met them. But they’re nice people. They are friends of your father and me.
Faith was speechless as she listened to her mother rattle on. Was this what she thought it was?
“They’re trying to buy me?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes, sweetie. They all want to own you. That’s very flattering to you, I’m sure. You are a very popular girl.”
“Mom!” Faith said with exasperation in her voice. “You’re pimping me out!”
“Oh no, dear,” replied Jill. “It’s nothing like that. This is charity work. Remember that this is a non-profit. All of the proceeds will fund your scholarship. And whatever is left over will be donated to your school for scholarships.”
“Mom! I can’t believe you would sell your own daughter!”
“It’s only for a week at a time,” said Jill. “And you’ll have off every Saturday night to do whatever you want. Oh, look here. The Simons just put in a bid for next week. The Simses had better up their offer or they’ll lose out.”
Faith shook her head in disbelief. She had to figure out a way to stop this insanity. Her mother planned to sell her into slavery for the summer.
“And look at this,” said Jill as she clicked on the button marked Gallery. Dozens of thumbnail pictures popped onto the screen and she could see that all of them were of her. She was naked in all of them and was involved in some sexual act in many of them.
Jill clicked on the first one and the picture filled the screen. She was bound spread eagle across her aunt’s bed. Jill advanced the slideshow and a picture of her in profile and kneeling appeared. She had a cock in her mouth and was looking up at its owner. She could tell by the background that it was the Philpott’s house. The face on the male was not visible but she knew it was Mr. Philpott.
Other pictures showed her being fucked and taken anally. She was bound in most pictures. She was eating out another woman in one. Her breasts were bound in another. She was fisted in yet another and, although you could only see the back of the woman’s head, she knew that it was her own mother doing the fisting. Again, she was speechless.
“And each week, we’ll add new pictures to chronicle your adventures. It will be a virtual scrapbook for you by the end of the summer.”
Faith groaned and Jill clicked back to the schedule. “Oh look. The Simses are back on top. That’s a lot of money. Eight thousand dollars for the first week. But look at week 6. That’s up to fifteen thousand.”
“This is unbelievable!” said Faith in desperation.
“I know,” smiled Jill brightly. “Isn’t it great?”
“How could you do this, Mom?”
“Oh, it was no trouble,” replied Jill. “It was just my little contribution to your success, dear.”
“Here,” continued Jill. “Let me show you the rules. You can come back here and look at all of your bids and the pictures later. Oh, my! We have quite a bidding war going on for next week. You’re up to ten thousand now.”
Faith rolled her eyes and Jill clicked on the Rules button. Then Jill read the rules to her; all four of them.
“Slavery will commence at three o’clock on Sunday and will end at noon the following Saturday.”
“The merchandise will be delivered to the buyer at any destination within one hundred miles. The buyer is responsible for the return shipment.”
Faith groaned again. Now she was being referred to as merchandise that was to be delivered or shipped. How far would this nonsense go?
“No alterations of any sort will be allowed. This includes piercings, tattoos, brands and hair shortening. The merchandise will arrive minus pubic hair. Maintenance shaving below the neck is allowed.”
Faith groaned yet again. Once again, she was going to have her little bush removed. This was terribly unfair!
“No marks that last beyond the end of the week will be allowed. Be respectful of the next buyer.
“Be respectful of the next buyer?” thought Faith. What about being respectful of her rights?
“Go on,” said Faith.
“That’s it, honey,” replied Jill.
“That’s it?!?!?!?” gasped Faith. “Those are all of the rules?”
“Yep, that’s it. We wanted to give the buyers as much freedom of expression as we could so they could truly enjoy your delights.” She clicked back to the schedule page. “Eleven thousand now for next week.”
“Mom, you can’t do this,” protested Faith. “And you can’t have those pictures of me naked out on the web.”
“Oh, don’t worry, dear,” replied Jill reassuringly. “It’s a password protected site. Only we and the buyers can see them.”
“Who are all of these people?”
“Mostly just friends of ours,” said Jill. “And your two aunts.”
Faith closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. This was a nightmare! It was making last summer look like a holiday compared to what lay ahead of her.