Page 9 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Surgeon

Leo looked just like his mom. Pale skin, light blue eyes, blonde hair. And a smile that made panties drop left and right.

I had to admit, though, that I found Nico the most attractive. He was big, six-five and muscular, with dark blue eyes and black hair. He had an olive complexion and always looked as if he’d gotten back from a tropical vacation.

And then there were his tattoos. He had lots of them. They showed above the white collar of his button-down dress shirt, and he even had some on his fingers. I thought they were hot as fuck. I liked the way he looked. He wore the same extremely expensive bespoke suits his brothers wore. On him, though? They looked… different. As if he’d been plucked from a motorcycle club and told he had to dress like royalty.

He was rougher looking than the rest. And I was all about it. I wouldn’t do anything, of course, because he was my boss. But I sure as hell wouldn’t mind fucking him. I wasin a serious dry spell. I’d only ever slept with Evan. And the last time I’d done that was several months ago.

“Guys, some of you have already met her, but this is Ray Ann. She’s one of our newest hires, and tonight’s her first night of working alone.” Carmen said. She gave me a look, and I realized I’d been staring at Nico instead of talking.

If I blushed, I’d do it now as I met his blue eyes and saw that he was checking me out, too. His eyes were locked on my tits. But blushing wasn’t my style.

“Hello,” I said, walking around the huge table and leaning over to put each person’s drink in front of them. I was surprised to see when I looked up that they were all looking at me. The premier table had the best view of the stages, and there were several hot strippers all performing sexy dances to a low-key jazz tune. Later, the main stage would open. That’s where the headliner strippers, like Madeline, performed.

Still, I’d assumed they’d be watching the naked girls twirl around the poles. But their eyes were on me. I looked down to make sure my boobs hadn’t popped out or something. I was going to have to talk to Carmen about going back up in size on my uniform. This was practically obscene.

Then again, as I realized all five men at the table were staring at either my tits or ass, maybe it was right on target.

“Can I get y’all anything else?” I asked after serving everyone.

“You sure can, sweetheart,” Leo said with a wicked grin. He gestured to the floor. “I happened to drop my napkin. Do you think you could pick that up for me?”

I had to fight to keep from rolling me eyes. Was he for real?

I heard a deep, throaty laugh, and I turned to see that Nico was amused by the look on my face. “Baby, if you want to roll your eyes, go right ahead. He’s an idiot, and I love a girl with sass.”

I grinned at him—a real grin. Then I moved over to Leo’s side and bent over without bending my knees. I wanted my ass to be almost in his face. Then I turned and bent over him totuck his napkin under his plate, making sure my breasts were in his face. Then I stood back up.

“There. All better?”

Leo stared at me with his mouth gaping open for a moment. Then he kind of shook his head, as if clearing it. “My God, yes. I’msomuch better.”

I winked at him. “Good.”

Enzo took a sip of his drink while watching me. He made a slight face. “Ray Ann, I’m not sure this is what I ordered.”

Shit. I felt like this was some kind of test.

I sashayed slowly over to where he was sitting, knowing all eyes were on me. I put a finger in his drink, stirred it around, and then put it in my mouth. I made a big show of sucking the alcohol off my finger and moaned. “Mmm. Tastes good to me.”

Enzo’s lips parted as he watched me. “You know what? It just got a whole lot better, baby.” He gave me a quick wink and gave Carmen a pleased look.

Joaquin hadn’t taken his eyes off me yet. He stared at me but addressed Carmen. “Is this one up for grabs? VIP room?”

Several of the hostesses and strippers made extra cash by stripping in the VIP rooms of Sugar. And some gave blowjobs. And others would fuck the guys.

“Off limits,” Carmen said in a firm voice. “She’s living at Cinnamon House, guys.” I knew that was her signal that she was hoping I’d be in her auction one day.

Carmen had created the Cinnamon Auction to provide a safe space for women who wanted to be sugar babies to do it under controlled circumstances. She’d heard of too many women getting hurt when they went through websites. And, of course, she knew the auction would make her a shit ton of money.

She only chose the very best girls to participate in the auction; it was a big honor to be chosen. And Carmen, a former attorney, created contracts between the Cinnamon Girl and the auction winner so everything was straightforward and there were no surprises. The women who wereauctioned off received lots of money and other perks, like cars, houses, designer clothing, and more. Of course, that was all in exchange for sex. Lots of sex.

Carmen had the theory that if men got the goods from us anytime they wanted it, they wouldn’t want to pay for it in the auction. She selected women she knew she wanted in the auction early on when they started working for a Salazar club, restaurant, or other business venture. Most of the women she chose were hostesses, strippers, or bartenders from Sugar. There were also a select few she chose to live in Cinnamon House for free. We were the women she wanted to eventually make ‘headliners’ in the auction. We were also strictly prohibited from being available for anything sexual in the VIP room. Making us off limits increased interest… and the amount men were willing to bid. It was actually kind of brilliant.

Joaquin shook his head, looking disappointed. Enzo did, too, and Leo, huffed out a sigh. “Is it just me, or is every gorgeous woman hired immediately off limits?”

I’d thought I was nervous before I walked over to the premier table, but it was nothing compared to what I felt while I was serving them drinks. They stared at me the whole time. After a while, I got kind of used to it. I relaxed and started to be myself. I talked and laughed with them. Carmen had instructed me not to be too much like myself. In other words, she didn’t want me to be sarcastic or mean. So, I tried not to be, but it didn’t last.

I leaned over to put a drink in front of Nico, and I watched as his eyes dropped to my cleavage and stayed there.