by Abby Angel
One of us is bad enough, but when you put the three of us in the same room, our combined attitudes can be explosive.
The girl on stage dances about three steps before the old geezer behind us offers up twenty-five grand for her. Another offers twenty-six, and that’s where it ends.
I wouldn’t give a penny, but my taste is selective.
“Next time, don’t ask me to come to this shit. You two can come alone,” I growl, clearly annoyed with the proceedings.
I snap my fingers to call over the waitress. I order another scotch on the rocks and exchange a meaningful glance with her. She might be good enough to fuck later, and she certainly wants it.
Then, my eyes are back on the stage.
A young brunette shakes her ass in front of the crowd. She’s inexperienced and scared.
I wonder if she even wants to be up there, or is the lure of money too much for her?
“Fifteen grand,” a voice yells out.
“Twenty-one thousand,” another adds.
The higher the bids go, the more she dances.
“I hope she uses some of that money for dancing lessons,” I add.
Of course, I’m sarcastic, but it’s who I am. I’ve never been the nice one of the family. I’m gracious and charming to people I care about, and I don’t care about this.
As the night goes on, my agitation grows. There’s nothing here that I want. Looking at my brothers, I can’t understand why they even asked me to come here.
Sure, we need to represent our father in the adult entertainment world, but one of us is enough for that.
“I’m out. You two can find your diamond in the rough, but I wouldn’t pay a dollar for any one of these women,” I say, slipping out before they can stop me.
The only thing I know right now is that I’ll never attend this crap again.
I’m almost to the door when something—or someone—catches my eye. For the first time in my life, I’m stopped in my tracks by a woman. Not just any woman either.
She’s fucking radiant.
“Welcome to the stage, Aurora. She is five feet and six inches, has blonde hair and blue eyes. Our little princess here is as pure as snow and will make some lucky man very happy tonight,” the announcer says, his voice serious for once.
I can’t take my eyes off her. I’ve never seen any woman who could compare to her beauty, and I’m a connoisseur. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’m gawking like a kid with his first hard-on.
Then it happens. My biggest fear. My two brothers take notice, and I can tell right away this is going to get ugly fast.
The auctioneer cues the music, and this goddess starts dancing on stage. Her body’s stiff; it’s clear she’s never done anything like this before, and that turns me on.
She’s timid at first, but then she finds her rhythm, her power, and I swear—it’s as if she’s enjoying the stage.
The room is hushed. No one can believe such a stunning star as her is for sale.
I’ve died and gone to heaven. I have to have this woman.
The bidding starts, and my brothers are the first to place their claim. I can’t have it. She deserves so much more than those two assholes will give her.
“Fifty thousand.”
“Sixty thousand.”
The entire crowd is going wild, and the higher the bid, the more she dances. Her confidence is going up with the bidding.
“Hundred grand,” I say.
I don’t care how much this costs.
I’m going to have her. Her body is driving me fucking insane. My cock is throbbing in anticipation of what she’ll feel like when I thrust deep into her virgin pussy.
My brothers might think they have this covered, but she’s mine.
I won’t stop until I know it’s a done deal. I’ll pay any price.
Chapter 7
Aurora
The bidding starts and I see masked men raising the stakes for my body.
I'm dancing, utterly vulnerable and exposed, under blinding lights.
There's only silence, and I wonder if maybe no one will cast a bid my way. Inside, I pray that's the case. If no one bids, then I won't have to lose my virginity to some creep.
All too soon, things warm up, and the announcer tries to keep up with the incoming bids. I move my body in tune with the music and try to ignore the masked faces that I can see beyond the lights.
Slowly, the bids roll in. And soon, the audience is going wild, throwing out numbers like I'm a piece of meat. Except it's not your normal auction. Everyone in this room has at least $1 billion and something about that turns me on and makes the atmosphere more exciting.
Everything is wrapped in luxury and intrigue. The lights are low and the added component of people being masked...it makes the whole arrangement feel sort of forbidden and dark.
I don't know what I'm doing. I've been thrown into this without direction or protection.
But I think of my family and the company they left. I think of my brother who's sick and needs rehab. I think of all of my responsibilities and that makes me dance even though fear threatens to paralyze me.
The bidding starts to go up and up. People are offering to pay millions of dollars just for a night with me. It's flattering and maybe I would revel in it if I didn't feel so exposed.
And then one bidder starts to close in on me. He sounds unattractive and I can see his large shadow looming over the edge of the front row. He's bought up most of the girls already and I'm afraid he’ll buy me, too.
His bids climb up to the billion-dollar mark and I think that nobody else can beat him. Until they do.
All at once, I reach the maximum bid from three men in masks. They combine their efforts and place an astounding $3 billion bid and I'm relieved that it's not the slovenly guy in the front row.
"We have a winner!" the auctioneer says triumphantly.
There's a hushed silence over the room as the staggering amount of money hangs in the air.
The auctioneer continues, "We have a record high tonight. No one has ever been bought for $3 billion, and yet it's happened. We set a new record."
I look towards the onstage model to determine what to do. She guides my way off the stage and out of the lights. I'm happy to be in the shadows once again. Being on stage like that, at the center of everyone's attention, is not my forte.
My entire body's shaking and my emotions are running wild as I realize what's just happened.
Anders comes up to me and happily says, "Good job, sis. I knew you could do it. You set a record high. With this money, we can save our business, our home, everything."
I look at him and wonder yet again how he could've done this to me. What kind of brother would ever sell off his sister like this? Even if it is for $3 billion. I don't care about the money I don't care about anything. Hot tears threaten to stream down my face as I realize what's just happened and what I'm in for.
My virginity was up for auction tonight. My most treasured asset is going away and it's all thanks to my stupid brother.
I look at him with hate in my eyes. Suddenly I wonder how I can ever stick by him and be such a good sister when he treats me like this.
Just when I'm thinking of giving him a piece of my mind, three masked men approach me. They look similar in build and stature. The only thing that's different is the color of their eyes. One has brown eyes and he seems wild. Another has green eyes and he's focusing intently on my body.
And the third one has blue eyes and he's the one that says, "You were beautiful up there. We're excited to get to know you and I assure you it'll be worth it."
The words slide off his tongue like velvet. He's a talker for sure. Charming, good-looking, everything a girl should want.
I feel like a prostitute standing in my lingerie in front of three men who I find so attractive. That's what I am, isn't it? I just sold my body for money. There's no other way around it. I've officially become a hooker, an expensive one, but a hooker all the same.
"Thank you," I say, suddenly feeling shy.
These men are gonna know me like no other has. They're gonna take my virginity and I’m afraid of that. But, at the same time, as I look into their mysterious faces, something about the prospect excites me.
These guys are, at least, good-looking.
If only I could see behind the mask...
Another guy, the one with green eyes, takes my hand and kisses it before saying, "It's okay. We're gonna give you a good time, and a night of great adventure."
And then he slips me a business card that has his name and number on it.
"Make sure you call me. Don't make us come looking for you."
His touch and sultry voice send a shiver down my spine. Butterflies fill my stomach and I wonder why. These guys are hot, but that doesn't erase the fact that money is being exchanged between us.
Without another word, the guys depart. I watch them go and count my blessings.
My brother's excited. He loves to be surrounded by people with money and influence.
"Did you see those guys?" he says. "At least you got them bidding on you, instead of that other one. They saved you from that guy. You should be grateful."
I turn on him feeling furious. "You think I should feel grateful? You put me in this position. Don't you understand I've been saving my virginity for my entire life? To be with the person that I love?"
"Come on, Aurora. Have a little gratitude. We're billionaires now. Besides, why are you blaming me? You're doing this to save our company. You should have some family pride."
I hate my brother in this instant but I can't tell him so. I hate him…but I love him. I know that he's only acting this way because he's sick, so very sick with addiction. If it wasn't for him gambling away our entire fortune, I wouldn't be in this position.
Yes, the guys were hot. But what does that matter? They're gonna ravage my body and then leave me to deal with the consequences. I will never forgive my brother for this.
And when I meet the man that I love, the man that I'm meant to be with, how am I gonna explain all of this?
Anders is right about one thing though...the guys did save me from the hands of that billionaire who bought up all the other girls. I see him perusing his recent purchases right now. He's overweight, old, and cocky.
He's wearing a mask but that does nothing to cover his hideous form. He's a terrible person, and I see the other girls shudder at the sight of him. I'm so lucky I'm not one of them.
The masked men who bid on me are, sort of, my heroes. They're giving us $3 billion after all. It should be enough to save the business for the rest of our lives.
But I can't help but feel sad.
Anders says, "Let's go out and celebrate. I know a great place, the hottest club in town. What do you say?"
I glare at him, "I don't really feel like celebrating. Losing my virginity like this is not my idea my idea of a good time. You go out. I'm just gonna go home."
I don't tell him that the guys have left me feeling unnerved. I don't explain that there's warmth rushing through my body and that deep down I'm starting to feel wet.
I've never had sex before and I've never even experienced a man in any important way...but this has to be a good sign. These guys are hot and they seem like they want to take care of me. They're paying a lot of money for access to my body and that fact alone makes me feel a little bit better.
More than anything though, I feel anxious. I'm gonna lose my virginity and I don't know what that's gonna be like.
Is it gonna hurt? Is there something I need to know about how to do it?
I'm utterly clueless about sex and I hope the guys don't notice and that it doesn't turn them off.
I turn away from Anders and take the waiting car service home. I want to hide in my room and never come out.
Chapter 8
Finn
The morning race is on.
With any luck, the mad, commuting rush is still fifteen minutes away—plenty of time to put the pedal to the metal and see how my car is handling.
Time to rip up the tarmac. I want to see how fast this baby can go!
If I can get to the office from my penthouse in less than ten minutes, I’ll be five minutes early for the first meeting of the day.
For me, it’s all about time. Time’s money—probably the reason I’m in charge of the phone sex arm of the family business.
When I pull up outside the office in just under nine minutes, I punch the air.
Yes. Fucking nailed it.
As I stride through the front doors, my mobile lights up like a fucking Christmas tree. Alerts about meetings, lunches, and afternoon appointments are all there.
My workday runs like clockwork most of the time. Of course, I pay close attention to maintaining a good balance of work and play. Too much work can get boring, so I make sure to play hard too. The phone sex arm of Grayson Enterprises brings its own perks, like being in the company of sexy, sultry-voiced women all day.
I supervise everything personally, being the consummate control freak. I like control in my life, and shall we say, the bedroom also. Quality control and customer satisfaction are where I’m needed most. And I make sure my girls give it their all, sexiness on overdrive to ensure the customers keep rolling in. It might sound like all fun and games, but it can be hard work.
Seriously, managing so many beautiful women is all about keeping my finger on the pulse. And that’s nothing if not exciting.
“Morning,” I stop in front of the blonde girl sitting at reception.
I can’t fucking recall her name, but it doesn’t matter since in a few weeks’ time she’ll be replaced. For some reason, receptionists never last long.
“Good morning, Mr. Grayson.” Her eyes practically tear me apart. “Is there something I can do for you? Privately in your office?”
She’s not bad to look at. Maybe not exactly my type, but her tits are nice. Briefly, I allow my gaze to rest on her erect nipples showing through her tight pink top. Clearly, she’s turned on just from looking at me.
Of course she thinks I’m fucking hot. It goes with the territory. The Grayson brothers are sex gods. It’s a tough reputation to live up to, but I do my best.
This morning, with a full schedule ahead, I don’t have time for games.
“Tempting as it is to take you up on your offer,” I pause for dramatic effect, “I’ll have to give it a miss this morning. Perhaps another time.”
I stride toward the elevator and watch a black beauty enter the tight space with me.
Instantly, the temperature rises several degrees. For a microsecond, I toy with the idea of a quickie but dismiss it since I’m only going up two floors.
“Well, well. Look what the wind blew in today.”
She smiles and keeps her eyes downcast.
“New around here?” I ask.
With a quick glance upwards, she nods. Her hands are trembling. A gorgeous shade of pink colors her skin.
I wonder if she’s here to apply for the junior office position or the phone sex vacancy. Before I can ask, the ride is over, and she exits.
Never mind; it was exhilarating while it lasted.
“I’ll be seeing you later,” I call after her and notice her step slow a little before she disappears from my view.
On my way to the office, I pass some of my girls.
“Any of you girls interested in a little challenge?”
They giggle.
“What does it involve?” asks one of them.
“First, I need commitment, and then I’ll let you in on what it is.”
I’m nearly at my office.
“Oh.” They pout but don’t volunteer.
“Your loss.” I give them a little wave.
Once I’m seated behind my black, custom-made desk, I turn my attention to the first meeting of the day. I peruse my calendar and see what’s up.
“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Grayson,” says my assistant. “But an Aurora left a message f
or you. Said something about an auction. It’s a voice recording.” She hands me a tiny memory stick.
So that was her name. Aurora. I roll it around my mouth, taste it on my tongue, and decide it’s the most exquisite name I’ve heard in forever.
I listen to her message and an involuntary moan escapes my lips. What a goddess.
“Mr. Grayson,” an angelic voice with the tiniest hint of a quiver comes through the receiver. It’s soft. It’s beautiful. “I…my name is Aurora, and I think you…” she drips with anxiety as she speaks haltingly.
I don’t care what she says; it’s all in the way she says it.
When the message ends, I play it over and over again. I just can’t get enough.
And I’ll tell you what else can’t get enough of it: my fucking cock. It’s rock hard. It’s so turned on by the angel talking to me that I fear I might need to go and take a cold shower.
That or find the black beauty from the elevator.
In the end, I don’t do either. I do something I haven’t done in a very long time.
To my own surprise, I don’t feel any anxiety pulse through me, or anger or any of those other emotions that normally haunt me when I have to ring my brothers. I feel rather calm.
They don’t seem surprised to hear from me. They’ve been expecting her call just as I have.
“What’s up, bro?” Jasper starts the conversation.
“I think we need to discuss our upcoming…” I hesitate.
“Fuck,” Jasper interrupts, and I cringe.
He’s so crass. Trust me, I’m a man of words. Words are mine to command. I have an entire phone sex division under my wing because I’m very good at describing things, especially naughty things.
Sure, there are times when it’s good to be crude, but this doesn’t seem to be one of those times. Aurora and crude…they don’t mix.
I’m dealing with an angelic creature here. I have to watch my words.
“Okay,” I grumble, because I don’t want to start a fucking argument.
I want to see if we can get through this planning meeting without a fight.
“Why don’t we call it our ‘project’?” says Declan, and, to my surprise, Jasper and I agree.
