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My bare feet pad quietly across the hall until we’re suddenly and wordlessly stopped. Nothing but a thick, velvet curtain separates us from the shadows we stand in and the room which holds the light and noise. Bright white light seeps through the cracks of the curtains and my stomach drops at the realization of what’s about to happen.
They send out the first Player. The chatter comes to a cease, silence falling over the space.
“Let us introduce you to Player number one, Clover. She is a secretary, twenty-five years of age, no former permanent lovers, but lost her virginity at age eighteen. She is partial to spanking.” I can hear the grin in the auctioneer’s voice as a round of low chuckles fill the room. “Bidding starts at fifteen grand.” The words of the auctioneer filter through the curtain, and Sarah turns to catch my gaze, a strange look on her face.
All the girls are deathly silent.
We have to be thinking the same thing. Some of that information was not anything we shared in our contracts.
How did they get a hold of such personal, intimate details?
The line moves slowly, and I hold my breath as Lily reaches the curtains. Her hands are closed into fists at her side, but right before she pushes through, I watch her release them, her shoulders dropping as she tilts her chin upward.
Atta girl,I think.
“Let us introduce Player number seven, Lily. She is a waitress, twenty-three years of age, no former permanent lovers, and is still a virgin. Bidding starts at fifty thousand.”
Quiet murmurings rise among the audience. When she told me she wasn’t experienced, I thought maybe she just meant nothing beyond vanilla or missionary, not avirgin. Has she even ever been kissed?
I don’t have time to think much about Lily’s past before her bid is flying up fast.
Sarah seems to have the same thought because she turns briefly to meet my gaze, her bidding second to next. A guard nudges the girl ahead of her forward as Lily’s bid ends at one hundred thousand dollars.
The next bid starts. “Let us introduce Player number eight, Maya. Twenty-eight years of age, a freelance photographer, two former permanent lovers, and has no kinks of any kind. Good old-fashioned vanilla, boys.” Laughter rings out, and I feel awful for Maya being under such scrutiny. “Bidding starts at five grand.”
That’s it?I wonder, though, at this point, I’ve noticed the varying degrees in level of starting bids. With Maya’s number of relationships, and her lower interest in kinks, she’s the lowest bid I’ve heard yet. I’m starting to understand their system.
“Can I get six grand?” the auctioneer calls out, but the bid is met with silence. The auction continues, the six grand offer repeated several times until the auctioneer calls out, “Looks like Maya is disqualified!”
My jaw drops. A disqualificationalready? Is what I feared true? That after Lily, they’re all looking for that same interest?
An idea pops into my head, an idea to make sure I stay in these games.
Sarah’s next, but she’s hesitant. The guard pushes her out, and I don’t hear any of her bidding, too focused on the idea I’mconcocting as I’m pushed up at last. Iris looks me over, scowling at my bare feet. I give her a snide smile back and peel the straps of my dress down over my shoulders. “I think I’ll just complete the look.”
Iris’ eyes widen as I drop my dress to the ground, revealing the scanty lace panties they gave me and my bare tits.
I step out onto the stage and face the lights.
Chapter Two: Eve
The Punishment
Bright white lights blind me. I resist the urge to shield my eyes from and instead focus on staring into the silhouettes of the audience where the men who are keen to purchase me sit with palpable eagerness.
“Looks like we have ourselves a troublemaker,” the auctioneer says from behind me.
I turn to face him, responding to his scrutinizing gaze with an innocent grin. “Not in the bedroom,” I say sweetly, turning back toward the audience. “Unless you’re into that.” I shoot an aimless wink out into the crowd, where a round of murmurings rise and fade. Walking out toward the edge of the raised platform, my feet silent as I sink to my knees, I draw in their attention as I slip forward and arch my back, giving the auctioneer a full view of my ass.
“Player number ten,” the auctioneer says, amusement in his tone as he calls out, “Let us introduce you to Evelyn. She is an escort.”
More appreciative murmurs rise from the audience as I slip further into the arch, sliding my hands across the smooth floor until I rest my head on my arm, giving them the full fantasy.
“Twenty-four years of age. I think her sexual experience is self-explanatory. Mostly hired for her submissive nature, she is partial to bondage.”
My eyes find Carrick at the front just as the crowd goes silent. He shoots me a conspiratorial smile and a small nod, as if to assure me he’s ready to bid. Truth be told, now that I stand in front of the selection of Advocates, I wouldn’t mind somebody else winning.
“Bidding starts at fifty thousand!”
