“Are you into that kind of stuff?”
I looked up from the table of rope, cuffs and blindfolds. The woman who asked me the question was the operator of this flea market booth. She had grey hair, thick glasses and vague shape of a body under her baggy sweater and jeans.
“Yeah,” I said.
“So, you’re in the lifestyle, she said.
“Yes,” I said. She meant the bondage/domination/fetish scene. I didn’t tell her that it had been months since I actually hung out with kinky people and that my ‘lifestyle’ these days were mostly reading dirty ebooks.
“I got something in the back you might want,” the older woman said.
“Okay,” I said. The back must be where she keeps the real kinky shit that would scare the locals.
“Roy, keep an eye on things,” the woman said to a man closer to my age. Roy nodded back and kept looking at his phone.
The flea market was inside a warehouse, with curtains. The older woman pulled aside a curtain to show another curtained area. I followed her as she pulled aside another curtain. I felt like I was going through flimsy airlocks.
A cage sat on the floor. The cage was about three feet high. A woman with curly red hair sat inside the cage, wearing a red bikini top and bottom. She had her back to the cage and her legs open. There wasn’t enough room for her to stretch her legs so her knees were up. Bright hazel eyes looked up at me.
A sign was on top of the cage. It read, “$500”
I fought back a laugh. “Prostitution at the flea market is a new one,” I said.
“Leah ain’t a whore,” the older woman said. “She’s a slave. You can take her home for $500 and keep her.”
I didn’t know what to say. Yes, I did. I started with the most important question.
“Are you consenting to this?” I asked the caged woman.
Leah nodded her head. She crawled forward in the cage until she was up against the bars. Her bikini-covered tits pressed against the bars. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue.
“Leah’s a horny one,” the older woman said. “She belonged to my husband Bob, but he passed away two weeks ago. I don’t got much use for her. I prefer boys. She don’t talk to her family and it felt wrong to just kick her out.”
I squatted down in front of Leah. Her tongue curled and beckoned me. I raised my finger to her lips. She opened her mouth and I slid my finger between her lips. Leah closed her mouth and sucked.
“Why don’t you give her to one of your friends?” I asked.
The older woman shrugged. “They already got slaves and lovers. Plus, I didn’t want to just give away someone of value. That don’t feel right.”
Leah held my eyes as she sucked my finger. Her tongue slowly licked me.
“I don’t know,” I said. “What is her upkeep like? I never actually had a slave full time. Does she expect an allowance?”
Leah shook her head in the negative, with my fingers in her mouth.
“She don’t need money,” the older woman said. “Leah just likes to fuck, get tied up and spanked. Bob had her mow the lawn and help out with the chores. I got to tell you though, she can’t cook worth a damn.”
“Hmm,” I said and I pulled my finger from her mouth. Leah pouted.
“I had a girlfriend who wanted to be a full time slave,” I said. “It got exhausting. She was always expecting me to come up with new shit to do to her.”
Leah frowned. Her hazel eyes reminded me of a puppy.
“Nah, Leah ain’t like that at all,” the older woman said. “Just let her masturbate when she wants to and she’ll be fine. Bob used to give her old shoes to rub herself with. That kept her happy.”
Leah pulled down on her bikini top. The red fabric slid down to reveal lovely tan lines. She stopped just short of exposing her nipples.
Fuck, I wanted her. I stood back up. Could I afford a second person on my salary? There wasn’t that much room in the trailer. This might be a bad idea.
On the other hand, I wouldn’t have to mow the lawn again.
“Five hundred is a bit much,” I said. “Especially since I will need to feed her, take care of her toiletries and any other expenses. Can you do two hundred?”
Leah’s smile got bigger. Good, she wasn’t offended by the haggling.
“I am going to need more than that,” the older woman said. “I have sunk a lot of money into her the past two years. It would be nice to get some of that back. How about four hundred?”
“Hmmm,” I said.
Leah let go of her bikini top and reached for her sex instead. Her fingers stayed above the bikini bottom, but there was nothing subtle about her rubbing. A flush came over her face.
“See what I mean?” the older woman said. “She gets horny at the drop of a dime. Bad mouth her and she only gets hornier. You would never need to jack off again.”
“That is a plus,” I admitted. “But I am thinking I will need to buy some new clothes for her. Can you do three hundred?”
Leah rubbed her crotch harder. She bit her lip and looked up at me.
“Tell you what,” the woman said. “Make it three fifty, and I’ll throw in her old clothes I was planning to sell. It is about a suitcase worth.”
Leah trembled. Did she just come?
“Three hundred and twenty-five,” I said and I offered my hand to the woman.
The older woman hesitated. “Fine,” she said. “I’m tried of the house smelling like pussy.”
We shook on it. As I handed over my credit car, Leah let out a low trembling moan.