I thought I would give all y'all awesome folks a Christmas gift from me!!!  Here is the first chapter in the rest of Abbie and Drakes story! Enjoy!
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  In my short 19 years of life, There have only been a handful of moments I wish would never have happened. Less than the total number of fingers on my right hand. Just three moments that are glaringly obvious.

Like the time I was in the 7th grade, and I got my period during the middle of school. While wearing a white peasant skirt. Or, the time I got food poisoning while I was on a date with Matthew Dean. My high school crush.

Last of course, would be sitting at that table with the Dean and my Professor. While Trevor Davis and Mandy Jane accused me of stealing and cheating. Causing the University to revoke my scholarship.

  I should not have been surprised a man was the cause of my problems.

My mother, Jenny Black, always told me to be careful around men. Don't trust any of them. Question everything they do.

That way, heaven forbid, if that time ever came. I would make a better choice than she did. Single mother before even graduating high school.

  I followed her advice like it was the law. All through school in our small town of Deep Valley, Virginia. To being accepted into my dream college of New York University. Securing a spot in their Pre-Med program.

All the way up to that fateful day in May. In a small conference room of the Science Department.

  I never could have imagined someone could be so damn manipulative and evil in this world. My small town upbringing left me with a naïvety toward the cruelty of others. Humans couldn't be as evil as books, and the news made them out to be, surely. Trevor and Mandy taught me differently, that's for sure.

  When the Dean informed me I would be losing my scholarship for my tuition because of this. I felt my world literally crumble. Mom couldn't afford to pay for my college. That's why I worked my ass off in school to get that scholarship. So she wouldn't have to worry.

Thanks to Devon's dad, who was some big shot in New York, I couldn't get a job anywhere either.

  Finally after several bottles of alcohol and Joss acting only in my best interest. My estranged Uncle Joe agreed to help me. Paying for my school. Even offering me a job at his club.

Uncle Joe had been keeping tabs on Mom and me all along. He wasn't going to let someone like Devon Davis mess up his nieces future.

  After leaving his office I felt like I could breathe for the first time in weeks. My tuition was taken care of. Plus, my mom would never have to find out. How bad could it be working at my Uncle Joe's club anyway?

  With a name like Sinful Delight, I should have known all my assumptions would be rated G. Compared to the real thing at least. It was a sex club for the wealthy members of New York City. A place where all your fantasies come true.

  My new job was as A Gem. Down The Rabbit Hole in The Glory Hole. A special room with different equipment. Holding A Gem strapped down, or behind the walls waiting to be used for everyone's enjoyment.

  Praise be to the God that sent Mel Blu into my life before my first night at the club. It was her job to get me ready for my first night with the right clothes and shoes. To the way, I wore my hair and makeup. Even taking me for my first waxing.

  Mel helped me so much in those first few months at the club. She quickly became like a sister to me. Offering to let me move into her apartment when I had a problem with my dorms. She was like my fairy godmother with everything to do with the club.

  As I said, I owe someone a live sacrifice for Mel, because I would have had to face Sinful Delight on my own. I would have died! I just lost my virginity Spring Break my Freshman year. To go from no experience, to having all my darkest fantasies in one room, was a blow to the system for sure.

  The first Saturday of every month in the fall I went to the club. Embracing the freedom and feeling of empowerment each time. Little by little each experience changing something inside of me. Teaching me who the woman is inside of me. Helping me grow into her. Smart, confident, and sexy in my own skin.

  Each month I was assigned a different station. Spanking Bench, Spreader Table, Spider Web, and the rooms namesake The Glory Hole. Each night men or woman touched, kissed, licked, used toys, or fucked my body. Taking me on a journey I didn't know existed.

  Which brings me to my fourth most embarrassing moment of my life. My Uncle Joe standing on the steps to my apartment. Demanding to know what I've been doing at Sinful Delights. I closed my eyes begging to whoever would granted me a reprieve. Preferably the same one that answered me before, and make him disappear.

"Answer me, Abbie. What happened to the cleaning job you were suppose to be doing? What the fuck exactly have you been doing?" Uncle Joe growled out.

  I blew out a breath. My shoulders slumping forward in defeat. I wave him inside moving sideways for him to pass. Then close the door. I follow him to the couch in the living room section of Mel and my apartments open floor plan. Uncle Joe taking a seat in the middle of the couch. While I sat in the overstuffed chair beside it. He wasn't sitting down long before he was back up pacing the floor.

"Start talking Abbie. When I saw your name on the final tally for The Valentines Day Auction. I almost had a heart attack. Once I calmed down I figured it's must be a mistake. Or, ironically another girl from the club has the same name as you. Not you, because I told my assistant to set you up as part of the cleaning crew. A job I thought you'd been doing for months now!" He said angerly throwing his hands in the air to empathize his point.

I couldn't bring myself to look Uncle Joe in the face. Instead choosing to hide behind my curled locks. Peaking out through a tiny gap in my hair. When he finally looked at me I just shook my head no.

Uncle Joe blew out a breath of frustration calming down slightly. His hands were on his hips. While his eyes took a keen interest in the floor.

"Then what have you been doing?" He asked the carpet instead of me.

I felt the embarrassment start to burn my skin before I even opened my mouth. I could barely whisper my answer. "I was A Gem.."

"What? Speak up I can't hear you." Uncle Joe sneered.

With a strength that didn't feel like my own, I started again. "I was A Gem working in The Hole."

Uncle Joe's skin turns white and pasty at my words. He fell on the couch from his shaking legs giving out. Putting his head in his hands. Joe didn't move for a while, but every so often I could hear him mumbling to himself. It sounded like "Jenny is going to kill me."

Using some of the unknown strength from before. I took pity on Uncle Joe. Telling him what he wanted to know.

"I don't know about the job you assigned for me. The email I got after leaving your office was for orientation the next week as a GEM. I met with Mel, who told me everything about the club and helped me get ready.
I'll admit it was nothing like I imagined. I thought it would be waiting tables, or working behind a bar. Boy was I wrong! But Uncle Joe, I wouldn't change it. I've gained so much working at the club. Knowledge of exactly who I am as a woman. So, in a way, thank you. Without Sinful Delight, I wouldn't be the best me I am today."

I hope he bought my line of bullshit. I meant every word, but it was a hasty answer. Given without much thought or consideration. I had four minutes to hopefully get Uncle Joe out of here before more preverbal shit hit the fan. I gave him my most innocent smile to help seal the deal.

Uncle Joe studied my face looking for any deception from me. He wouldn't see any, but I didn't want him to see the what could be hiding in my gaze. Finally, he gave me a single nod of acceptance.

"Who was the person who bought you at the auction?" His voice losing a lot of its anger, but he was still grinding his back teeth together.

I gave him a questioning look. I figured he would know the answer to that question. Since he was the owner of the club.

"I have no idea, why?"

"The winning bids are only identified by the transfer number used to cover the money. No names. Tell me who it was, so I can tell them to stay the hell away from you. My niece is better than whoever that dipshit is."

The warm and fuzzies started low in my stomach at his comment about me. If he only knew the real truth. The man that paid two million for me at the auction owned my body and soul months before.

"I don't know. All he said was call him M." No way was I telling Uncle Joe his real name, but I didn't lie either. Drake first told me to call him M months ago.

Uncle Joe growled a "Great" before calming down some and looking back at me.

"I'm sorry Abbie for the mix-up, I really am. You're fired from the club, and not allowed to step foot back inside. I'll still pay for your school so don't worry about that. Just concentrate on your last months of Junior year ok?"

I shook my head ok agreeing quickly. Not for the same reason, he thought, but this gave me the perfect excuse to not show up at at the club anymore. I'd been thinking of ways to let the heads of the club know I wouldn't be back. This way Uncle Joe took care of it for me.

Uncle Joe finally seemed to relax. Losing all the tension from his stuff shoulders with my approval. He stood up from the couch walking up to my chair. He grabbed my hands pulling me up to stand in front of him. He dropped my hands once I was on my feet. Then placed his palms on my cheeks starring into my eyes.

"Promise me, Abbie. You will stay away from the club, and whoever else you met from there except Mel. Got me? You're our future doctor, and I be damned if I'm the on that messes that up. Promise me."

I feel so low for even thinking this, but I would promise him the moon. If it got him to shut up, and leave quicker. No matter if it was the truth or not. I am a terrible liar, but hopefully, he wouldn't notice.

Before I can open my mouth to give Uncle Joe the answer he wants, the doorbell goes off. I look at the clock hanging on the living room wall feeling my eyes go as round as saucers.

5 PM. On the dot.

Proof of the lie I was about to feed my Uncle outside. Standing on my doorstep. Couldn't he have been one minute late? I was sure Uncle Joe was about to leave. Now my mortification was going to be at an all-time high.

  Quickly forming some type of plan in my head. I sent up repeating "Oh God please!" to whoever was listening. Then gave Uncle Joe my most sincere smile.

"I promise Uncle Joe. Unfortunately, that's a friend of mine that's taking me out to dinner. So we will have to finish this another time. I'm sorry about that. If I knew you were coming over I would have canceled, so you could have stayed longer."

I took him by the elbow leading him to the front door. Once there I gave him a goodbye kiss on the cheek. Hoping for a miracle, or amnesi. Striking Uncle Joe ignorant of the person on the other side of the door.

"Bye Uncle Joe."

"Bye Abbie. I'll call you later so we can finish our chat. You just have a nice dinner with your friend, and put this mess behind you."

A strong feeling of karmatic fuckery was about to happen. Knowing I couldn't leave the person out front waiting any longer. I opened the door praying for the best.

"You know I don't wait, Angel."

"What the fuck? Drake?"

So much for hoping they didn't know each other. Karma really is the ultimate bitch!

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