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The lights in the room dim, and the men are brought on the stage. Catcalls and whistles fill the room. I wonder if they feel as horrible as us women do when men do it.
I feel bad for them right now. It’s disrespectful for grown women to act like screeching cats in heat.
I take a seat in the VIP area with a perfect view of the event. First one up is Brandon. The bidding is going crazy for him. He and his twin Drex are dressed in black tuxedos, with an accent of the tiniest bit of red.
With their perfect bodies and rugged looks, I’m hot all over just looking at them. It’s hard not to raise my little bidding card and take them home with me.
Of course, I won’t do that. Tonight is about giving these ladies a little pleasure. A peek into my world—or the world of those that pay for punishment. I imagine the money this could generate for the club if they decide that they need to see these men again.
I do hope that they don’t expect sex. That will not be happening tonight, or ever.
As they move from one man to the next, reality hits me. What if they think they’re buying a ride on a hard cock? Even with the tuxedos on, you can’t miss those cock outlines. I know for a fact they are all over 12-inches, and that’s impossible to hide in any form of clothing.
The pang of jealousy hits for a brief second. I know I have no right to be this way, but I am. These men are mine!
Gustav is up next. He struts that stage like he was made to be a model. He kind of is, really. I’m in awe at how he can work a crowd without even touching them. It must be that Italian in him. The man is a slick as a wet road, and twice and fast. I know, I’ve had him use that magnetic personality on me.
He brings in a substantial amount of money for the charity. I am amazed at the amount of money spent. These women have bank accounts to match their egos. I’m sure when the night is over my men will have broken the million marks.
Can you imagine spending 150 grand to sit across the table from a handsome man? I can. I’ve seen it right here tonight.
These guys deserve something special. I want to make sure they know I appreciate what they’ve done here for the kids, for the charity. I get lost in thought for a moment, thinking of what I can give them.
“Have you stayed at the hotel across the street?
“No, but I hear that it’s five stars. I know, right. Can you imagine, five stars and I haven’t stayed there yet?”
I am listening to the women at my table speaking when it comes to me.
I’ll book a suite and give them a night they won’t forget.
I spend the next 30 minutes arranging it all—a hotel suite with a hot tub, a king-sized bed, and a view of the city. I know they’ll be thrilled when they find out.
Next thing I do is have each of them sent a message to meet me in an hour at the hotel room. That will give me plenty of time to arrive and get everything ready.
I have the champagne chilled, plus fresh berries and chocolate, and the drapes open for them to experience the view. I’m excited about tonight. It’s the least I can do for these men.
Now to do my part. I am going to be naked on the bed when they show up. 120 inches of prime fuck meat at my disposal. I am giddy with excitement.
So much so that the elevator attendant asks me if I’m drunk. Of course, I laugh.
“Drunk on lust. Pure lust!”
Chapter 28
Max
“Really? Fuck this stupid shit. Why the hell do we have to walk around and shake our asses for some old woman?”
Talking to Theo, I know he probably feels the same as I do. We’ve been in the business long enough not to be auctioned off at some charity event, but what can I do? It’s part of the job when you work at Scarlet.
If it were anyone but Eve, I would say no immediately. This is pretty ridiculous, even for charity. But at the end of the day I would do fucking anything for Eve. Any of us would.
All ten of are us dressed for success for the black-tie event. Looking around, there is more money dripping off the necks of these old broads then most make in a lifetime. It’s shocking how the wealth is splattered from one table to another.
Not one of them thinks about modesty. I’m not one to complain about that, though. I like cash as much as the next guy.
