“But what if I get pregnant?”
Marielle shrugs.
“If you choose to keep the baby, rest assured that your client will make sure that you’re financially taken care of. Again, we look for women of the finest pedigree, which is why we attract the wealthiest, most eligible bachelors in the world. They know what they want.”
“But ababy?” I gasp. “With a woman they just met?”
Marielle shrugs.
“Stranger things have happened. Boris Becker infamously conceived his daughter during a backroom tryst with a waitress one evening. But that’s neither here nor there because many of our clients are ready to be fathers. You’ll see. They’re handsome, filthy rich, and depraved in bed, but you’ll like it. It’s all in good fun.”
Then, with a wink, I was escorted out of Marielle’s office to stand on the curb outside the Citadel. The sun glinted down on the sidewalk as a car zoomed past. On the outside, it was a perfectlynormal afternoon, except that I’d been offered an unspeakable deal ... that I was going to take.
4
Haley
Now, I stand in the shadows behind a stage, dressed in nothing but a golden slip and sky-high heels. I’ve been buffed, polished, and scented until I’m a veritable princess. The gleaming material of my dress floats around my curves, highlighting my big breasts and narrow waist, and my golden hair waves down my back in a shiny river.
A man materializes next to me in the darkness.
“Are you ready?” he asks in an oddly high-pitched voice. His words are lightly accented, and he’s blocky, square, and huge, like a Minecraft-character come to life.
“Not really,” I mumble, looking down. “But I guess it is what it is.”
The man nods.
“The first time is often nerve-wracking for a woman, but you’re very beautiful. You’ll be alright.”
I smile wanly at him.
“Are you the stage manager?” I ask. “Have you seen a lot of these auctions before?”
The man shrugs, his blue eyes oddly flat.
“You could call me a stage manager of sorts because I do a bit of everything. I make sure everyone’s happy and that the product is to the liking of our customers.”
My heart plummets to the ground because of course, when he refers to “product,” he’s referring to female flesh. In other words, me.
“Of course,” I whisper, my heart beating erratically. “I get it.”
The man shrugs.
“Just relax and smile,” he says. “There isn’t that much to do once you’re on stage.” He peers out into the darkened arena and nods. “Ah, our guests are beginning to arrive. Good, good,” he murmurs. “The Revelle twins are here, over on the right. And do you see the woman they’re with? I sold her to them.”
I stare at the man before peering out into the dimly lit space, and sure enough, there’s a pair of enormous, handsome men escorting a young woman who’s hugely pregnant. She’s gorgeous, and dressed only in a tiny purple bikini which shows off her bulging belly.
“She’s expecting!” I gasp, eyes wide.
“Yes,” the man beside me says with a smug smile. “Hunter and Talon Revelle came to the Citadel to find a woman to breed,and they walked away with Lila. Now, I understand that she’s expecting their son. It worked out well for everyone.”
I watch with wide eyes because the two men are taking solicitous care of the pregnant woman. One of them pulls out a chair for her, while the other helps her sit before bending down to ask her a question. She nods, blushing, and then he helps adjust her bra a bit in the back. But it’s clear what the issue is. As a pregnant woman, her tits are huge, creamy, and enormous, and the lacy straps are likely biting at her shoulders, if not constricting her lungs. As a result, she says something to the man again, and this time, he moves in back of her before gently unsnapping her bra and pulling away the fabric to reveal her ivory globes. Then he reaches around and gently strokes a pink crest before bending his head to suck at her nipple. Her head falls back with pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut as he licks and suckles the woman, clearly enjoying the taste of her flesh.
“Oh my god!” I breathe, eyes wide. “What’s going on? We’re in public!”
“No, we’re not in public because this is the Citadel,” the stage manager says in a sing-song voice. “Anything goes when our clients are here. Besides, these are billionaires who do what they want, and here at the Citadel, they definitely get free rein.”
I watch with wide eyes as the other twin comes back, smirking when he sees his brother sucking at their girlfriend’s breast. Then, he puts down the drinks in his hands and makes his way before the woman to kneel between her legs, pushing her thighs up slightly before pulling the gusset of her panties to the side to reveal her steaming, moist slit. Then he bends his head and takes a slow lick of her pussy, enjoying her flavor as the woman wails with ecstasy, her delicate features contorted with pleasure.
