Sold at the Auction(7)

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.