Bound Obsession (BDSM Erotica) (Club Taboo Book 1) by Veronica Wilder Page A

she was about to offer a personal loan with no strings attached that Abigail had no hope of ever paying back.
    “No, Mariah,” she said as she backed deeper into the stall and waved her hands in the hair.
    “What?” Mariah asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
    “It’s nice of you,” Abigail said. “So nice. But I can’t take your money. You work hard for it. It’s yours.”
    Abigail had seen some of Mariah’s shots in catalogs, her wide smile beaming as she kicked her leg behind her back and pretended to run. Time and time again, Mariah demonstrated the technique, and sometimes, after they’d had a few drinks, she convinced Abigail to give it a try. She always clapped and whistled as the short, brown-haired girl imitated the moves, but Abigail also always felt foolish when she played at being someone that people would pay to look at.
    “Good,” Mariah said. “Because I’m not giving you any money, Abby?”
    “Oh. Sorry. I just thought---”
    “I’m offering something much better.”
    Now she was intrigued as Mariah pressed an ebony card with red lettering into her shaking hand. Taking it without looking, Abigail’s face explored Mariah’s for an answer. With a sigh, the blonde leaned against the stall and curled her arms around her ample chest.
    “Modeling?” she started. “That hardly pays my bills either.”
    What was she talking about? Her clothes? her nails?
    “But you… you haven’t had to wait tables in forever,” Abigail said. “So what are you---?”
    “Just read the card, Abby.”
    Turning it over in her palm, Abigail peered closer, and she saw the words Club Taboo . There was no physical address. Only a website and a phone number and what looked like a perfect lipstick stain.
    “What is this?” Abigail asked.
    Mariah lit a cigarette.
    “Want one?” she asked.
    A part of her did, but she felt certain that she would spit up more than the barely masticated cucumber if she took a single drag.
    “I’m good,” Abigail said. “Now what’s this all about?”
    Exhaling, Mariah stared at the ceiling, a dreamy look crossing her perfect face.
    “I don’t tell you everything, Abby. But I’ve had to scratch, too. Couple months ago, when I was on a call that I had to get or…”
    She stopped speaking and took another puff. Momentarily forgetting her own troubles, Abigail lightly touched her arm, and asked her what had happened, why she hadn’t told her if she was so low.
    “Like you’re one to talk!” Mariah teased as she tugged on one of Abigail’s brown locks. There was no menace in her pull, and Abigail managed to smile when she realized that Mariah was having her on. Bowing her head in apology, Mariah pressed her fingers under Abigail’s chin and gave her no choice but to ignore the water running just beyond the flimsy walls and stare into her eyes.
    “But I know, Abby. I know what it is to be at the end of a rope. When you can’t breathe. But then I found a way out.”
    She pointed at the card, and Abigail’s mind filled with possibilities. Was she an escort? Truly selling her body to make ends meet? Mariah shouldn’t have to do that. It was just a few casting calls that hadn’t gone her way. But this?
    Flushing her smoke, Mariah brushed her hands together and grinned.
    “And then, out of the blue, a lifeline,” Mariah said. “One of the other unlucky girls gave me the hookup.”
    Swallowing hard, Abigail asked her what happened next. Part of her was terrified to learn the answer.
    “I got out from under,” Mariah said. “And you…”
    Scanning Abigail’s shaking form up and down, Mariah appeared to be considering a possibility, and Abigail waited without breathing. Even though she had no idea what this was about or where it might lead, she silently admitted that she wanted to know more.
    “I can show you, Abby.”
    Flipping out her phone, she brought up the website, pressed the screen to full size, and held the images to Abigail’s face.
    At first she only saw