“My, my, this auction is definitely off to a good start,” the stage manager hums by my side. “We’re going to have a good time tonight because the Revelles aren’t the only ones ready to go. I can see that quite a few of our clients have already gotten started.”
It’s true because more men have appeared, clad in dark suits and blindingly white shirts. They’re tall and athletic, many of them with chiseled jaws, broad shoulders, and classically handsome features. Even the ones who aren’t traditionally handsome are groomed and polished, their skin tanned and healthy, adorned in expensive suiting accented with jewelry that’s subtle and understated.
The billionaires are relaxed, too. They lean back and laugh, flashing white teeth while chatting with one another. I see now that most of the seating is arranged in a loose semi-circle surrounding a circular dais, and as I watch, cocktail waitresses appear, topless and beautiful, clad only in skimpy panties and high heels. They nod and giggle, taking orders as the men lean forward to tweak a nipple or press a kiss to an ivory thigh, appreciating the woman-flesh on display.
“Oh my god,” I say in a faint voice. “This is a bordello.”
The man beside me rolls his eyes.
“It’s not a bordello, but yes, our waitresses are paid well. Even they walk away with their pocketbooks stuffed full at the end of the night,” he hums. “But there’s a lot of competition for those jobs, and just like all of our girls, our waitresses are available for breeding. No pill, no IUD, no condoms required. We make sure that all of our girls are of the highest quality and as a result, men come here enjoy women raw and unprotected.”
Again, I’m barely able to compute upon hearing those words, and a nervous sweat breaks out on my brow. My knees feel weak and my vision blurs a bit. I’m going to faint. But then, the lights flicker on stage before coming on, and the stage manager nods before shooting me a sideways look.
“Ah, the auction is beginning. Are you ready, Miss Monroe? I hope so because you’re up.”
Then, the most important performance of my life begins as I wobble out onto the stage, unsure and unsteady in my high heels. What’s going to happen? I’m about to be sold to the highest bidder ... and my skin prickles with awareness because I want it.
5
Chase
Ipop off the beautiful server’s teat, gazing with satisfaction at her wet nipple.
“Mmm, Mr. Wheaton, that felt good,” Arielle hums. Her green eyes flicker languidly as she reaches down to pull the gusset of her panties to the side, revealing her glistening slit. “Do you want more? I’m ready to play if you are.”
I’m tempted. The redhead is buxom and sassy, with big breasts and thick, creamy thighs just the way I like them. Hell, why not? The auction’s starting but I don’t mind missing the first girl or two. Not when I’m able to get my dick wet in Arielle’s tight pink twat.
But then something flashes in the corner of my eye, and I turn to see a young woman wobbling out into the center of our u-shaped circle. She’s blonde and beautiful, with enormous Double D’s beneath her golden dress, making my mouth water. Said dressstops just below her pussy to highlight those ivory thighs and long, slender pins. But then she raises her head a bit, and I catch a glimpse of big, blue, frightened eyes.
It’s my stepdaughter, Haley.
Holy fuck. Without thinking, I push Arielle away. The waitress lets out a squeak of surprise, stumbling a bit in her high heels. But I’m already turned to the dais, my heart thumping as I take in the beautiful young woman staring out at the audience of men. She blinks slowly, blinded a bit by the spotlight. What the fuck is going on? Why is Haley here at the Citadel? She’s so gorgeous that immediately, several of my compatriots lean forwards, their buzzers in hand, ready for the auction to begin.
I want to smash their faces in. I want to rage and shout, before ripping their clickers out of their hands and grinding them into dust beneath my heel. Then I want to claim Haley as mine, mine, mine. She belongs to me, fuckers, so get the hell away.
But what am I thinking? I haven’t seen my beautiful stepdaughter in years now, and I have no idea why she’s here at the Citadel, selling her curves to some depraved dude. Even worse, the Citadel has a zero birth control policy. Yes, they allow the billionaires to come hard in unprotected pussy, filling girls who may be fertile and ripe with jizz. Immediately, red fills my vision again.
No one’s going to fill Haley’s slick cunt with sperm but me.
That pussy is mine, and mine alone.
Back off, motherfuckers, because this little lady is taken.
Yet I can’t leap onstage and hustle Haley away because clearly, she’s here for a reason. But what could it be? To lose herinnocence? That can’t possibly be true. A woman so ripe and beautiful wouldn’t be a virgin because she must have a hundred guys after her. Does she need money? Yet I settled a large sum on Brenda when we divorced, so I don’t understand why or how Haley would find herself in an impoverished situation. Or maybe, the young woman enjoys this kind of thing, putting herself on display before an array of hungry billionaires. Yet with the way Haley trembles on stage, I know that’s not the case. She frightened, and literally shaking with nerves. Hell, maybe she’s even a virgin, seeing how she works her lower lip with her teeth, plumping it up as it goes pink.
Then, a voice begins speaking above us.
“Gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s auction. The Citadel has put together an especially tantalizing line-up for you tonight, and of course, we expect the bidding to be fast and furious. Before we begin, however, if you’ll make sure that your clickers work, we’d appreciate it. Depress the button at the top once and you should see a green light go on at your console. That ensures that your device is functional. Please let us know if it’s not.”
I look around, and the men in the crowd are obediently testing out their clickers because no one wants to miss out on an auction this good. Clearly, management timed everything perfectly. Haley’s already on-stage, gorgeous and lush, and the men are eager for the bidding to begin. A few are already adjusting their crotches, visible hardness appearing down their pants legs. Fuck, I hate those motherfuckers and would do anything to clear them out. But the show must go on.
“Thank you,” the invisible announcer murmurs. “I’m happy to report that we have no technical issues tonight. Then let’s get started, shall we? Our first product, Lot A1, is already on stage. Haley Monroe is twenty-one years old, with golden hair, brightblue eyes, and the curves of a voluptuous sylph. Not only that, but she recently graduated from Evergreen College with a degree in child psychology, and hopes to work with underprivileged children one day. At the moment, however, we’re lucky to have Miss Monroe with us. Turn to the right, please.”
Haley stands on stage, blinking and unsure, but then she slowly swivels clockwise, showing off her voluptuous form. Damn, those breasts are big, forming a gorgeous silhouette, and I see green lights going off like bright flashes. Even more, I can tell from the intent expressions of the billionaires surrounding me that shit just got serious. The bidding war has begun.
Meanwhile, the announcer continues to babble.
“Not only is Haley beautiful and intelligent, but she’s untouched as well. Our doctor examined her this morning, and sure enough, Lot A1’s hymen is intact. Our doctor also mentioned that her pussy is particularly tight, and he had trouble inserting his speculum as part of the exam. Does that sound like something you would enjoy, gentlemen? If so, then keep the bidding going.”
