Because we're running a ring here. It's not so much prostitution as women who agree to sell themselves for the highest bidder. They do it for a variety reasons, most times financial, but that's not my problem. All I know is that a couple times a year, there's an auction and the hottest females come on, selling themselves. Good looks and fine female flesh are a given since hundreds of thousands, if not millions of dollars are exchanged.
And the Club is selective, absolutely, on all fronts. Not only is each girl physically gorgeous, but they're psychologically vetted too, signing all sorts of documents giving consent, their IDs scanned, background checks conducted, fuck, even IQ tests. It's like running a gauntlet, the FBI vetting new trainees. But that's the beauty of the procedure. This is a private club for billionaires, and security is paramount. We're top shelf, secretive, discreet … and all legal.
Because yeah, this fuckery is all legal. Don't you love Nevada? This shit is legal in some parts of the Desert State, and we're careful to keep our operations legit. Low profile, sure, but legit, we pay taxes and report our income, all that stuff. Because no way would I dip my dick in hot water, there's too much at stake, we hire the best lawyers and accountants to make sure this operation is for real. After all, money talks and we're a group of rich guys who like to buy beautiful women, enjoying their bodies, their company, playing with them, toying with them, all in exchange for mindboggling amounts of cash.
So yeah, the world is our oyster, and my cock hardened again at the mere thought of the female I'd just purchased. What had they been calling her? The Girl in Gold? It was the perfect moniker because when that cloak had been removed, oh shit, the woman standing beneath was lush, voluptuous and curvy, shimmering in a gold dress. And it wasn't just the fabric. Her skin glimmered under the lights, glints of honey coming out in her brown curls, and the way her curves undulated on the dais, so generous, so lush and female, my cock practically spurted right then.
I grunted, smirking a little. In fact, I had spurted in the booth, I'd been fisting my cock the entire time, my hand a vise as I watched my little girl parade. Fuck, she'd been entrancing, those huge breasts bobbing, nips hard as she disrobed and then fuck, fuck, fuck. The way she'd touched herself, it was enough to make a man crazy. She'd hummed and moaned, smiling slightly as she stroked herself, pulling apart her nether lips to show her insides, her cunt practically steaming, that pink flesh moist and dripping. And shit, but her clit had been huge, waving and stiff, beckoning for a man to suck, to put his mouth on the nub and give it a good vacuum. That's when I had my first orgasm, spurting wetly all over the computer, drenching the console with hot male lust, sperm a sticky mess.
But hell, I'm a billionaire. There are people to clean up my messes, who wouldn't say a word about what they were touching, and fuck it, this was probably par for the course as part of Auction Night. My brothers in their booths were likely doing the same, jacking off at the sight of all the fine product, letting it all go in anticipation of plowing a girl deep later in the evening.
But my competitive streak roared to the fore, like a lion on a rampage, as the brunette showed off her body, that sweet sinuous S-shape. Because I had to have her. Her angelic face, the Cupid's bow mouth, the pert nose and innocently wide brown eyes were such a contrast to the fertile body below, the giant tits and sweetly steaming pink cunt. I had to have her, there was something about this woman that beckoned to me, like she was singing a siren song that reverberated in my black heart.
So yeah, I went for it because I wanted her to see me as well. I wanted her to see her future master, the man who would completely own her. So I cracked open the door to my booth, nothing more than a sliver of light coming in, but it was enough so that the brunette could make out my face, the way I fucking devoured her female form, lusting after those tits, that cunt, that ass.
And her gasp gave it away. Oh yeah, the brunette saw me, eyes meeting mine across the darkness, and electricity sparked, the crackle of a live wire. Because these are the virgin auctions but that doesn't mean that a female doesn't recognize her male, her lover, her master. So her sweet lips parted in a silent gasp and my dick hardened even more. Oh fuck yeah, the Girl in Gold was creaming, lustily showing herself off for me, begging me to buy her, to make her mine.
I grinned again in the darkness of my booth because women always act desperate around me, they crave my hard body, my dark good looks, and most of all, my billions. But what did surprise me was my own reaction. Because a thrill ran through my spine as well. Somehow those caramel eyes called to me, made my heart pound, my breathing go ragged, cock a fucking hammer now. There was something indescribable about this woman, a kind of magic that set her apart, that made the female unlike all the others.
So fuck, I bid like a maniac. I watched as she played with her pussy, revealing her hymen, the delicate tissue whole and intact, and my fingers tapped on the console in a blur, one hand stroking myself as the other banged at the keys, bidding faster, higher, more. And fuck, but some other dude almost topped me. Was it that asshole Ahmed? I hated those fucking Saudi princes with their private planes and fucking Bentleys. Who the fuck drives a Bentley? Only old dudes, but the Saudis hadn't caught on yet.
But fuck Ahmed, I got the best of him in the end. Because right on the buzzer, I slipped in with a final bid of two million and the Girl in Gold was mine. As the console began flashing "Winner," I gave it up physically as well. I'd been watching the brunette's illicit show while pumping myself, my hand going fast up and down my rod, massaging, stroking, forcing myself higher and higher as the girl crested, and at the same moment, we both lost it, my hot fuck arcing out over the computer screen as her pussy visibly spasmed and clenched before me, juices running down her thighs.
And that's how I knew we were perfect together, that she was mine and mine only. Because without touching each other, with nothing but electric eye contact, the Girl in Gold and I came simultaneously, driving each other so hard, so fast, that we fell off the cliff together, her sweet pussy shaking with spasms as arc after arc of cum spurted in the small booth, roars ringing in the tiny space.
And as the auction concluded, as the female was led wobbling off the dais, she shot one more look at me over her shoulder, beseeching, pleading, the warm caramel gaze speaking their own language. And I nodded. Oh yeah, it was coming. The Girl in Gold was mine to explore, to caress, and yes, to fuck … because she belonged to me now.
CHAPTER SIX
Ellie
I was still shaking from the auction. I'd bared my body to a number of anonymous men, showing them everything, my cunt, my breasts, my ass, touching myself until I came hard. And it'd been the work of the dark man. During the show, my vision had narrowed until it was just me and him in the room, the two of us with a live wire between us, crackling with electricity, nothing for him but me, and nothing for me but him. And because of the dark man, I hurtled over the edge. I lost all my inhibitions, gave it all up in public, orgasming so hard, so strong, so fast that I was panting still, led wobbling down a dark hallway.
But all dreams must come to an end because Miles stood waiting for me like a sour bookend to a wild adventure. Fortunately, they'd covered me with the blue robe again so that that fucker couldn't see my body, my lush curves still trembling.
"Nice work," he smirked. "Who knew Rachel's sweet little virgin friend would be such a slut?"
That threw me into a frenzy and I launched myself at him, small fists ready to tear his hair out, slap his face.
"What the fuck have you done with my friend?" I screamed. "Where's Rachel? What did you give her to drink?"
But he sidestepped my blows easily, ducking while chuckling, a nasty sounding giggle.
"Rachel's fine," he said soothingly. "She'll be up at auction later, she's recovering right now so she doesn't come off like a cow."
That set me off again.
"Fuck you!" I screamed. "She had one drink! One drink! What did you lace that with? Cyanide?"
And the devious man rolled his eyes.
"Puh-leeze," he drawled. "If it were cyanide she'd be dead already and I can't make money off a dead girl. Try sleeping pills. In fact, she should be waking up, oh, about now," he said casually, glancing at his watch.
I steamed angrily, ears puffing smoke. This fucker was unbelievable, he was talking about kidnapping women and then selling us like we were commodities, something to be traded and exchanged like a pack of gum. How could he? So I spat rudely.