by Jamie Knight
Before I could even respond she had disappeared back into the crowd, like a ghost in the fog. The card was the only proof she had been there at all.
Zora Peet may have been the first to approach, but she was far from the last. In the first couple of hours after I went down to the party in my Santa suit, the fur lined pockets came to be bulging with business cards for restaurants, bars, pubs, wine retailers, and even a couple of grocery stores as far afield as Seattle. The opportunity to go regional, the first necessary step before going national, felt very near. Dressing as Santa had definitely given me an advantage. It made me stand out not only among other winemakers but also everyone else at the party, even to the people who didn’t know my face. It had made me instantly recognizable like I’d hoped our logo, two Viking swords crossed behind a bunch of grapes, would do for our wine.
I saw beautiful Krystal from across the room. She was pouring wine into sample glasses. Her elf costume was even better than the initial version, showing off all of her lovely curves.
Drifting my way across the space between us, it felt as if my feet never touched the ground as I sidled up next to her.
“I think you promised me a dance.”
“Oh, okay. Just let me finish these.”
I waited as she finished filling up the sample glasses and carefully returned the bottle back with the others on the table. I took her in my arms. She looked good and felt so warm against me. I suddenly decided that dancing with her was not what I wanted to do. The hall was full of happy people who were dancing, drinking and chatting, so no one really noticed when I picked Krystal up against me and carried her out into one of the private hallways that led off from the main hall.
She was a bit too shocked to say much when I put her down, but responded immediately when I started to kiss her. Her warm little body pressed up against me as we made out. It felt a bit awkward, but I had an idea. Taking her by the hips, I lifted her up so we were at eye level, her legs and arms around my waist and neck, her weight further supported by my hands under her sweet ass.
She kissed me hungrily, a deep burning desire coming out all at once. I knew she wanted me. What was more, I wanted her. More to the point, I wanted her to feel good. I’d never really thought about the pleasure of my partners before. I generally saw sex as a form of release and little else. That all changed with Krystal and I vowed I would not rest until I had seen her orgasm.
Using the leverage I already had, I slid her even further up the wall, I moved her so her legs were on my shoulders and her pussy was in line with my face while her back pressed securely against the wall. Wetting two fingers with my mouth, I pulled aside her panties and stroked her beautiful young pussy, making her moan softly from the very first touch. She was clearly very sensitive, so I took it easy on her, mostly working her lips and avoiding her clit, not wanting her to moan too loudly and attract attention to us.
She trembled against me as pleasure ran through her pussy. She smelled sweet and delicious. I knew that I shouldn’t, but I just couldn’t help myself. Moving my hand to make room, I buried my face into her delicious little cunt, devouring her sweet delicate lips as she vibrated and moaned against my face. Putting a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, I kept licking, drinking in her youth. I teased her little clit, making her moan even more. Her responses were so incredibly strong I wondered if it was the first time she’d been eaten out. The very idea made my heart hurt. No way a beautiful, wonderful, intelligent girl like her should have gone without experiencing such pleasure. It just didn’t seem right, but if it was true, I could only be relieved to be finally redressing the balance.
I could feel it when she was about to cum. Her tremors and moans changed slightly. Careful to ease back so it didn’t get too intense, I switched from licking to kissing just as she hit her absolute peak of pleasure. She leaned back against the wall, letting out the most beautiful sigh of absolute contentment.
Lowering her back to her feet, I kissed her again. Krystal didn’t hesitate to respond, moving her tongue almost frantically in my mouth like I might disappear if she looked away. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.
Holding her close as she recovered, I gently turned her round and bent her over, gaining easy access to her wet pussy. I hadn’t even gotten my fly half unzipped before Krystal reached back and grabbed my wrists.
“Please, no. I-I’m a virgin.”
“I thought you felt tight,” was all my stupid brain could think to say.
“Untouched and new,” she said with a slight blush. “Well, maybe not untouched anymore, but I have the auction to think about.”
“How do you know about that?”
“Emma told me, but I didn’t know for sure until right now. I need to get the most money I can and I understand that virgins get the most.”
“Well, yes, but - ”
“See you at the auction,” she said, before kissing me sweetly and then going back to work.
I was speechless. The idea of having Krystal in the auction seemed like such a good idea, but I was beginning to question this. There was no way I was going to let anyone else touch her, especially for the first time. I had to win her.
Chapter Thirteen - Krystal
As the party began winding down, my heartbeat started going up. The auction had been an abstraction. It was something I could really only imagine, but as the time grew near, it seemed increasingly real, as were the consequences. I started to wonder and then worry about who would buy me. Would he be gentle as he took my virginity? Would it hurt?
Frankly, the idea of letting anyone other than Jayden touch me made my stomach turn, but I tried not to dwell on that. This was for my business. My mind was a muddle of questions and concerns as I ushered a tray of wine samples through the crowd. Everyone seemed very happy to see me, in both senses of the phrase.
“Great costume,” came a comment from my right.
“Thanks,” I said, sounding more confident than I felt.
“Where did you get it?”
“I-I made it.”
I could see the delight light up in his eyes. I wondered if he was some kind of elf fetishist, but then he was handing me his business card.
“Hank Ezra. I own the Kitten Room in San Francisco. We’ve been thinking of going in a themed direction. Servers in cute kitty costumes.”
“I hope they’ll be wearing flats,” I blurted.
“Oh, of course. We’re in the business of food and spirits, not torture.”
With that single sentence, Hank Ezra became one of my favorite people in the world. So few restaurant owners, let alone managers, really understood the mundane horrors of the service industry. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had been a server himself at some point in the past.
“We thought about contracting with a company to do it, but we haven’t exactly been bowled over by their initial concepts for the prices they’ve been charging. I’ll see if I can convince my partners to go with an artisan.”
I wanted to thank him but before I could form the words, he was gone. Looking around me for a moment, I stuck the card down the front of my dress, placing it securely under my corset, and set about my rounds again with a big grin on my face.
My tray emptied pretty quickly and I was back to the wine table to replenish my glasses. Everyone really seemed to like the wine and I could only imagine the orders Jayden was getting. I was really happy about that and not just because it would definitely get me out of my debt to him. They would have lots of money to fix the truck and then some. But more than that, the idea of his success made me happy.
I spotted him talking to someone in a semi-private corner. From what I could tell, the pockets of his Santa coat were stuffed with business cards, giving me a much better idea of how many orders he had gotten. I recognized the guy he was talking to for some reason. It was a few moments before I remembered seeing him earlier that night. Emma let me in on the fact that he was the one who would be the one running the a
uction. I would have to hurry if I was going to get on the list. Leaving my half-filled tray on the table, I hustled over there, acting much bolder than I really felt.
“You’re Sebastian, right?”
He turned and looked at me, his expression going from annoyed to interested in the blink of an eye.
“Why yes, I am. And who might you be, my dear?”
“Krystal. I wanted to make sure I can still get on the list for the auction.”
He looked me up and down, particularly my tits, as if he was trying to undress me with his eyes.
“It is pretty full, but I might be able to squeeze you in. Give me a turn?”
Bile rising in my throat, I did so, doing a slow 180 to give him a good look at everything I had, that was shown by the sexy costume.
“Very nice.”
It was awful, but I loved the look of fury I caught in Jayden’s eyes. I liked that he was jealous and really wanted him to want me.
“What will you be selling, Krystal? There are lots of options. It could be as simple as a kiss, or even a date. But if you are a bit more adventurous you could always sell - ”
“My virginity,” I said, doing my best not to blush.
That got his attention. I could have sworn I saw Sebastian’s eyes widen as Jayden’s narrowed into a real Clint Eastwood death-stare.
“Are you sure, honey?”
“Yes,” I said with a nod, trying to look more sure than I was.
“You’re the first of the evening, but I suppose that’s fitting isn’t it?”
It was an elf joke but that still didn’t keep me from smiling as a blush came to my cheeks.
“I’ll add you to the top of the list. The top five, anyway. You are going to be the star of the auction, sweetheart. I just need you to fill this out.”
He gave me a short, one-page release form and a pen. It asked simple things like my name and date of birth, just to cover his ass and make sure I was legal. It was still more than I would have imagined at such an event. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. At least Sebastian seemed like a professional.
“There you go,” I said, sipping the folded form into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, taking special care to caress my hand across his chest.
“Thank you,” he said, lust burning in his eyes. “You will get eighty percent of any bids you get. The other twenty goes to me as a finder’s fee.”
“Sounds great,” I said, flirting shamelessly.
It seemed crazy, but I was actually starting to look forward to the auction. Play-flirting with Sebastian seemed to awaken my inner sex kitten despite my lack of practical experience. Something that would soon be addressed.
“Are you able to bid?” I asked, batting my eyes as my voice went husky.
“Oh, no, not me, I’m the auctioneer, though there are lots of handsome, rich guys here who would love a night with you.”
“Flatterer,” I teased.
I could feel the rage coming off of Jayden in waves.
Most of the guests had left before the remainders started to gather around the fireplace for the auction. There were no women around except for those to be auctioned. We all lined up to one side of Sebastian’s podium and went up to stand beside him as we were called over to be auctioned. Some other waitresses were there with me, but I’d never seen most of the women. I was relieved not to see any of the younger servers there. I wasn’t exactly an expert, but from what I could tell, I was the youngest one there, and the only virgin from what Sebastian had said.
The three girls ahead of me went up one by one. The first sold a kiss for fifty dollars. The second had put up a date and got five hundred. The third sold an evening with her where the bidder could ‘do as he liked.’ She fetched nearly ten grand in bids.
Through it all, I could feel Jayden’s eyes on me as I moved ever closer to the podium, waiting for my turn to be sold to the highest bidder. He looked strangled with desire and even love. I really hoped he would buy me despite all my silly tactics to make him jealous. I wanted to punish him for thinking that he owned me or that he could just use and dump me, but I also really wanted him.
“Next up, the enchanting Krystal, who is twenty-one and offering the chance for one very lucky, and generous, gentleman to pop her sweet little cherry.”
I approached the podium and stood in the spot, my heart jumping up into my throat. There were still several people there for the auction, many of whom gasped at the sight of me, but I only had eyes for Jayden.
“Let’s open the building at - ”
“Ten thousand dollars,” Jayden hollered before Sebastian could finish.
“Right, ten thousand dollars,” Sebastian said, looking flummoxed. “Do I hear eleven thousand?”
I was shocked at the amount but also pleased. That would definitely help with my business. There would be a professional website for sure, and it would keep me in the top quality supplies for a couple of years with lots left over for a marketing budget.
“Eleven thousand dollars,” said another man.
Encouraged by the attention as well as the money, I decided to do a little strip tease to get the bids even higher. I was skilled with both dressing and undressing. It came along with running a costume business, and I’d also volunteered as a costumer for the local amateur dramatics society. Even so, the elaborate costume made it a bit of a challenge to strip down single-handed.
Doing my best to make it look easy, I dropped unbuttoned the top two buttons on the main dress and shimmied out of it. The action left me wearing my under layer, like a short slip, over the more risqué garments. The outfits were sexy, but I also took the other waitresses into account, making them as comfortable as possible to wear, which included not flashing their panties every time they bent a certain way.
“Thirteen thousand,” shouted a man in the back when the main dress hit the floor.
I coyly pulled down one of the straps on the slip, showing my bare shoulder. I thought Jayden might actually start drooling.
Chapter Fourteen - Jayden
She might as well have stabbed me in the heart. It hurt so much to see her going up to that podium. I wanted to slug Sebastian for what he had said about her ‘sweet little cherry.’ She was mine, and I should be the one to take her virginity.
She looked so hot in her elf costume I could hardly look away, despite the fact that I suddenly hated that other men were seeing her that way. It had started right from when Sebastian had asked her to turn around, the lecherous prick leering at her beautiful ass as though it was a pot roast. He couldn’t appreciate and cherish her like I did. No man could, and no other man was going to have her. It didn’t matter how much it cost.
The bidding had really started to get out of hand. I’d tried to quell things from the beginning by bidding high, but that couldn’t hold back the horny mob. All of them wanted a piece of my sweet Krystal. It did not help matters that she started stripping to get the bids higher. As the clothing fell, the bids rose to unheard of levels for such an event.
I didn’t see the instigating incident, but apparently someone had been pushed, which led to shouting and then a low-level shouting match. I was worried that things might get even more physical and cause a rift that couldn’t be mended, thereby ruining all the good work done that night. I also didn’t want to lose Krystal to anyone.
As she unclasped her bra, already down to just that, her corset, panties and stockings, ready to reveal her tenderness to the world and more than likely cause a riot, I stepped up and did the only thing I could think to do under the circumstances.
“One million dollars,” I shouted, holding up my paddle.
The collective gasp was followed by a hushed silence as every head in the room turned towards me.
“Sold,” Sebastian declared, banging his gavel without even waiting for any more bids. “Congratulations, the lovely Krystal is now yours for the evening.”
I kept my cool and tried to ignore the
stares as I strode to the podium, eyes locked with Krystal who looked both happy and relieved.
“Here,” I said, handing my paddle to Sebastian, “I’m not going to need this anymore.”
“I couldn’t risk losing you,” I said, gently refastening her bra.
I picked up the clothes she had dropped and handed them to her one by one, before taking her by the hand and leading her out of the event hall into the front corridor.
“W-what? Wow!” Emma started as we walked out into the main hall.
“It’s okay,” Krystal said. Emma visibly relaxed.
“Emma, Clarence, just the people I wanted to see. Krystal and I are going to be, er, indisposed for the rest of the night. Would you be so kind as to look after the rest of the guests and lock up after they leave?”
The twins looked at each other for a moment, confusion in their expressions. It was the most responsibility I’d ever given them and it had kind of come all at once.
“Is that awful auction still going on?” Emma asked, sneering in distaste.
“Yes, but not for much longer. It should be over in about half an hour if you want to wait.”
“Oh, okay,” Emma said, seemingly stunned by my reasonableness.
“I really do love you, you know. Both of you. I’m so proud of you and the people you’ve become, as frustrating as you can sometimes be.”
They both looked at the floor, grins plastered on their similar faces. I gave Clarence a one-armed bro hug and bent down and kissed Emma on the forehead, happy tears beginning to flow down her cheeks.
“You don’t have to worry about me, little one,” I whisper into her ear, “My days of being a player are over.”
“They’d better be,” she whispered back, playfully smacking me on the chest, “Now off with you.”
I led Krystal upstairs as the twins went to attend to their new duties. Clarence headed for the hall as Emma veered off toward the wine rooms, no doubt to check on the bottles.
