Bought: Highest Bidder(11)

My cheeks become rosy at her compliment. "Thank you, Madam Lynn," I say,  taking her hand and shaking it. Her hands are soft and warm like her  personality. I'm surprised that this woman seems so down-to-earth,  considering the awesome wealth that makes up her club. I originally  pictured a snobby woman with her nose stuck so far up in the air that  she wouldn't know what down was, even if she fell flat on her face.

Madam Lynn flashes me another warm smile filled with straight, sparkling white teeth. "You are very much welcome."

I finger my newbie Sub bracelet nervously, wondering why she's here to  greet me personally. Had I done something wrong, like unknowingly  violated a rule while on my tour with Bruce and Carla? It would be just  my luck.

Seeing my worried expression, Madam Lynn waves away my concern. "You're  fine, dear. This is simply protocol. I check on all my girls before  every auction to make sure everything's running smoothly, and no one is  having second thoughts." She pauses and peers at me with concern. "You  aren't having those …  are you?"

Of course I am. But I'm not telling you that. "No, I'm good," I blurt  out almost immediately. I cringe at how fraudulent I sound and wait for a  response.

Madam Lynn simply smiles, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Good to  hear. I think you're going to make a fabulous Submissive, and will make  a very lucky Dom super happy."

Her words fill me with a confidence that I haven't felt all night, and  I'm grateful for her encouragement. "Thank you, Madam Lynn," I say  respectfully.

Madam Lynn nods. "Mmmhmm." She begins to turn away, but then stops. "Miss Days?"

"Yes?"

She points to a skimpy gold sheer number on the tail end of the rack.  "Might I suggest that one for you? I think it will look good on you, and  serve to enhance your beauty. It fits your personality perfectly. I'd  stick around to see you try it on, but I need to go check on the other  ladies before time runs out." She winks at me in parting. "Good luck at  the auction."

I watch as she glides off and begins talking to other women in the room  before my eyes fall on the dress she picked for me. It looks okay  enough, but I won't see what it really is like until I try it on. I take  it off the rack and examine it. Gold and sparkly. There are large gaps  in the material, and it's more revealing than what I have on. Blushing, I  undress behind the rack, hiding from the other women, and then slip  into it, enjoying the feel of the soft material against my skin. I walk  over to a large mirror and then suck in a sharp breath when I see  myself. The gold material sparkles against the light, enhancing my  figure and tanned skin in ways I didn't think possible, making me look  utterly gorgeous.

Madam Lynn was right. This looks perfect on me. It's flattering in all  the right ways. It's sheer, but the metallic color hides my body well,  compared to the other women in the room. I look around at them all  crowding around the vanities and chatting away. It's almost like what  I'd imagine a strip club could be. Or a burlesque show. My heart pounds  harder in my chest, and I pace my breathing as I calm myself down.

I'll have to remember to thank her after the auction. And also ask if I can keep this dress.

"Please check over the pamphlet one more time and make sure everything  is accurate," a heavyset woman with greying hair pulled into a bun says  behind me, startling me.         

     



 

I've read this pamphlet over and over. The sheer amount of paperwork  I've had to fill out and read is exhausting. My stomach churns as I  remember the psychological section. There was a box for me to write in. I  was supposed to disclose my problem. I didn't. I suck in a sharp breath  as a lump grows in my throat.

I reach out and take the pamphlet, trying to catch my breath. I need to  get a hold of myself. I open it up and read through the small  description of me, and the list of kinks and fetishes I'm willing to  try.

As I look through the rest of the pamphlet, I begin to feel like a  prostitute. I try to push the thought from my mind as I take a seat at  one of the chairs lining the wall, but I can't shake the feeling that  I'm selling out. Cheapening myself. Just because there's a written  contract involved, how is this any different than selling myself for  sex?

I can end up being a rich guy's perverted fuck toy and nothing more and hating myself after the contract is over.

The thought makes me sick. It's because of my money troubles that I'm  thinking like this. And I have to be honest with myself--the money is  tempting, and would solve so many problems in my life so easily. I want  to cry for thinking about myself that way. But that's not what this is  for me. This is much more than just some easy money. And if this turns  out to be anything less than what I want for myself, I'll walk away from  it all. The money doesn't matter. I need more from this. I need the  fantasy. My body heats, and my pussy pulses with need.

I can't back out now. I have to go through with this. Carla's gone  through this same process, and look how happy she is with Bruce. She's a  successful career woman by day, and a perfect Submissive by night.  Looking at her, you would never guess she's leading a double life. Using  her as an example, I really should have nothing to worry about. I have  to believe that this will help heal me, even if the man who buys me  doesn't know about my problems. He gets off on his sexual fantasies, I  get the money and continue with the therapy that will help me. It's  mutually beneficial for the both of us. A win-win.

Feeling slightly better, I close the pamphlet. And not a moment too  soon. The large woman who handed me the pamphlet is suddenly herding all  the women in the room together.

"It's time, ladies," she announces. "Good luck with the auction tonight."

As I line up with the other women, it's obvious that the rest of them  have done this before and they all know each other well. I pull at the  hem of my dress as the women in charge call out names. I'm the second  name called, and I force my legs to move as I walk to the front of the  line. I peek out as she opens the door, but the curtains are closed. The  floor of the stage is a shiny dark wood, and the walls are covered with  a thick wallpaper with a subtle cream paisley pattern. Other than the  gorgeous wallpaper, the stage is empty. There's no detail whatsoever. It  lacks the details and luxury that the rest of the club has in every  other room.

I suppose the only detail on the stage will be each woman as she takes her turn in the auction.

"You seem very nervous," a woman behind me says. The blonde woman in  front of me turns around, and the two women look at me, waiting for me  to respond.

"A little," I breathe. No shit I am. Who wouldn't be?

"Relax, you'll make good money, and it's so much fucking fun."

The woman in front of me lets out a small laugh and then smooths her red  dress. The dress itself is provocative. The deep V in front dips so low  that it nearly shows her belly button, and there's no back at all to  the halter dress. It's so revealing, but it suits her well. "It's always  a good time, and all the times I've been in the auction, I've never  seen a woman not have a man bid on her."

The woman behind me nods her head and leans forward to peek at the empty  stage. "I already know who's going to be bidding on me this time."

"Your boyfriend?" I ask. The women laugh, and my insecurity is almost unbearable.

"I don't have a boyfriend, and I'm not interested in one," she answers with confidence.

The woman in front of me looks at me as though she's wondering why I'd  even mention a relationship. I feel fucking sick to my stomach, but I  close my eyes and remember this is just sex. Good sex. Sex that's going  to give me what I need. When I open my eyes again, I see the woman in  front of me smiling.

"That's what you should be focusing on," she says with a knowing look.  "Just enjoy yourself," she concludes as her eyes roam my body and she  looks out beyond the door to the stage once more.         

     



 

Madam Lynn opens the entrance door behind us with a clipboard in her  hand, and a petite brunette in bright pink high heels in tow. She looks  like she's struggling to keep up with Madam Lynn's confident stride  toward the front.

"Alright, ladies," Madam Lynn doesn't look up from the board as she  walks toward the stage with everyone turning to face her. "We'll have  Madeline first," she announces, then looks up and lets a playful smile  grace her lips. "I wonder who you'll be going home to tonight?" she asks  beneath her breath with a raised eyebrow. I didn't even think about  leaving the club. I look around the room again and notice all the duffel  bags. There are only a few. But it looks like some women have packed an  overnight bag. Shit. For the first time since I've seen her, the  beautiful woman in front of me actually blushes. "Dahlia, you'll be  next," she says as she turns to me, and I can feel everyone's eyes on  me.