Daddy's little girl |h.s.|

Sold.

"Cheri ,get up today's your big daddy." her mom called as she opened the curtains. "Ugh, mom this is stupid why do I even have to do this." I pondered . "Honey ,this is a way of life and you know it." she assured me patting my head and leaving a kiss on my forehead. "Mom, I really don't think I can do this. "Yes you can, I did and so will you I already have your bath ready." "I'm not going ." I stated ,sitting up. "Yes you are rather you like it or not, now go get ready we're on a tight time schedule.

Mom left the after the fifth time of me pleading for her not make me go. I crawled out of bed,and walked to the bathroom my mom had ran a bubble bathe. The scent of lavender and flowers overwhelmingly filled the room.
I underdressed and stepped into the bathtub, the water was unbearably hot but still felt good. I relaxed and let my muscles release the built up tension, today was probably going to be the worst day of my life .

Selection Day is the day when a bunch of rich old scumbags, like to prey on young girls such as myself . I heard my mom talking about it with her friends once , she always sad the phrase "young ones who have been around the block always get last pick." I always assumed that it meant something about the younger guys had the most mom most money. Or something along those lines,I just still can't get over the fact that today I'm being sold into sex slavery. It's almost along the same lines of bestiality. "Cheri, hurry up!" my mom called.  I got out of the bathe and walked over to my sink , my hair was still greasy but other than that I was ready to go. I brushed my teeth , I paced back to the bedroom I grabbed the silk robe and slipped it on. Wrapping it tightly around me I grabbed my white Converse and ran downstairs. My mom was already heading out the door, I followed behind her, as piled we into the SUV I slipped on my shoes. "Honey, I know your nervous but there's going to be a bunch of other girls there in the same situation as you. I rolled my eyes,"Mom I don't want to talk about this actually." She nodded, "Okay I'll just give you some pointers, number one, always shave it's a must for any Dom." "Mom, honestly this is the most brutal conversation ever can we not talk about shaving my genitals right now." I pleaded.

"Yes, I understand." She confirmed. We rode the rest of the way in silence. I stared out the window, the buildings flashed by in a daze of blur. The ride wasn't long, even though I wished for more time. Mom placed her hand on my knee, it's time. I opened the car door and place my feet on the gravel, kicking at the the little pebbles on the ground. Mom came around to close my door,and place her hand on my shoulder. My head blurred everything was hazy as we walked through the doors of the venue. There were a line of girls,all in robes I squeezed my mom's tightly. "Cheri Winston?" a man in all black approached us. Before I could answer, the man had grabbed my arm. He was dragging my toward the line girls, they all had the same fear in their eyes as I did. "That's the last of them." he announced. A young man in a black suit walked up to a podium on stage, "Welcome, to our annual Selection Showcase. We'll start with our first contestant  Mariana Hopkins." A tall girl with a slider build walked up to the stage, she had a short strawberry colored bob haircut. "Bidding starts at 5,000, Mariana is a sixteen year old she's not a virgin, but she's only been with female partners in the past." The host announced. Men raised their cards, but the bidding stopped when a blonde haired man bought the girl for 15,000 dollars. It went on like that for about forty-five minutes and then it was my turn.

"Now to the stage, Cheri Winston" I slowly walked onto stage. "Cheri is a sixteen year old virgin, and what a beauty she is." "Honey could you do a spin for us." the host asked. I frozen for a moment ,but soon I was turning a full three-sixty . "Bidding starts at 5,000" Cards raised up in a flash 10,000 ,15,000, but the bidding stopped at 25,000. "Ah, our new comer Mr.Styles please come forward and claim your prize. A man, more like an angel he was something out of a magazine came up to the stage. He wrapped a towel around me. "I'll have my accountant send the payment ." He confirmed ,he had a thick British accent, but still somewhat American which made him even more attractive. He rushed me out of the venue and I was put into a burgundy Range Rover . The inside of his car was beautiful it had a beige interior and HS was engraved on the seats.

I stared out the window, "I'm Harry Styles." he voiced. "Cheri Winston." I declared my voice harsh and cold. We pulled away from the building. The greenery passed in a blur, and some huge houses came into view ,children playing on bikes,and parents smiling watching their children grow up before their very eyes. The ride was short ,and soon we were parked in front a mansion. It was almost like a castle the stone building was at least three stories. "Who all stays here?" I questioned ,opening the car door. "Just us." he granted walking toward the house. We reached the front door,and he fumbled with some keys until he found a gold key. He pushed the key into the padlock, and opened the door. My eyes were exposed to what I assumed was the living room ,there was a white grand piano in the left corner and a white couch. A fireplace was vertically in front of the couch and a flatscreen television was placed above it. He placed his hand on my waist, and I tightened the towel around me. "I'm sure you'd like to put on some real clothes?" his rich voice mumbled. I nodded, and he lead me upstairs we stopped in front of a black door. "You can go inside." he reassured. My hand hesitated reaching for the doorknob, but finally did. The room was absolutely beautiful, fairy lights hung above a canopy bed. Vinyl records hung on one of the walls, and there was a record player in the left corner of the room near the bed. I walked over to the wall with vinyl record covers on the it "How did you know I liked all these?" I asked gesturing toward the wall. "I didn't, you can get dress and come back downstairs when your finished." he added leaving the room. I looked around for a closet, my eyes settled upon a dresser instead. I pulled open one of the drawers, I was shocked to find dildos and vibrators rather than dress attire. I quickly closed it, and opened another this time I found lingerie. I pulled out a white lace bra and panties set and slipped them on, and walked downstairs. Harry was sitting on white couch, and his hands were crossed on top of the glass coffee table in front of him. His faced was pulled back in concentration. "Mr.Styles?" I whispered. His head whipped up, "Beautiful." was all he said.