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Fifty thousand?My jaw nearly drops. That’s the highest starting bid I’ve heard, equal only to Lily’s. It appears my concerns didn’t matter. I represent the opposite spectrum of experience as Lily does, and I appear to be just as valuable. Not letting my surprise show, I continue my performance for the buyers and roll onto my back, my head hanging off the edge of the platform, and spread my legs, slipping my fingers between them.
But there’s still the chance no one elsebutCarrick will bid.
“Fifty-five thousand,” Carrick calls out, which I expected.
“Sixty thousand!” another voice quickly follows.
“Seventy thousand!” another calls out.
The bids keep rolling in as I run my hands across my body, caressing my bare tits, between my legs, finding myself growing wet at the attention, of the appreciative murmurs and the eager bids that keep building until they pass one hundred thousand. I moan as I slip my fingers under the hem of my panties, really showing them what they’ll get if they can afford me.
The higher the bid, the higher the money pot for you at the end.
I remember Iris’s words as I really sell myself, closing my eyes to enjoy my own touch, allowing my moans to build until they echo in between the growing bids.
“One hundred twenty thousand.”
“One hundred thirty thousand!”
“One hundred fifty thousand!”Carrick calls, meeting my gaze, his eyes eager with anticipation to have me as he has many times in the past.
But one hundred fifty thousand is still not enough.
I want more,I think as I hook my fingers into my panties and peel them off, giving the crowd a pleading look to end the bidding already so the winner can fuck me.
“One million dollars!”
The crowd stirs, murmurs of irritation rising. I slide up to a sitting position, scanning the crowd over my shoulder for my bidder.
There’s no way anyone will try and top one million.Ican barely fathom one million.
Carrick shoots to his feet and faces the other silhouettes. “Who the fuck just bidone millionforher?”
The contempt in his tone that anyone could fathom spendingthatamount of money on me irritates me, making me glad someone outbid Carrick at an amount it appears he can’t even match.
“That’s what happens when you aren’t spending your own money, Carrick,” a smooth voice calls out from the dark. I try to make out the face that appears from the shadows of the crowd. “Sorry daddy gave you a budget.” He claps Carrick on the shoulder as he passes him on the path towards me. “Better luck next year,” he says in final passing, until his eyes feast on me.
I’m still sitting with my back to the crowd, frozen in light of the events which have unfolded, as a tall, athletically built man with shoulder-length blonde hair and a well-groomed five o’ clock shadow approaches me with hungry eyes.
“Fuck you, Ivan!” Carrick calls out.
But Ivan ignores Carrick, brushes him off like he’s nothing more than an annoying breeze.
Ivan ishandsome, far more handsome than Carrick, and there’s an edge to him that draws me toward him. I turn around to face him on the platform. I’m still leaning back on my hands, my legs spread before him, exposing what’s between them to everyone. He towers over me, eyes devouring the sight before him.
“I love how wet you are for me already,” he says, a subtle accent in his low voice I can’t quite place. “But why don’t you close those legs for now, princess.”
I do as he says, finding my body falling into the familiarity of following commands, and part of mewantsto for him. My biggest weakness is always confidence, and Ivan is dripping with it. When he offers me a hand, I take it, and he helps me to my feet so he can take my body in at full view before him.
“Player number ten goes to Ivan Rossi, last year’s victor,” the auctioneer finalizes as Ivan’s hand gently tugs at mine, leading me off the platform and through the envious crowd. Being with last year’s victor is good news, and makes me even more grateful it wasn’t Carrick who won the bid. Following beside Ivan, heading for a set of doors at the back of the room, I can see my victory splayed out before me as I leave the bidding with my Advocate.
“The rest of the girls are already at the Gala with their Advocates.” Ivan smirks down at me, taking in my naked body once again. “But we should get some clothes on you first.”
“I can go back and grab my dress,” I suggest, the situation still feeling a bit surreal.
“Nonsense.” Ivan grips my chin in between his thumb and forefinger, stopping us in the middle of the hallway and forcing me to look up at him.
Now seeing more of the manor, I take in its opulent display of white furnishings and golden art that appears more expensive than any house I could afford, but I finally find what I’m looking for, a security camera. I look into its lens, wondering just how much of this is being filmed and saved, how many private moments are not private at all.
