by Mia Ford
Lois extended her hand to the girl and led her to the podium, then held the hand as the girl stepped onto the podium and came to stand completely naked before the crowd with her hands held behind her back and her chin held proudly in the air.
“Gentlemen, if you will refer to the brochure for details, this is Candace. She is twenty-one, a natural redhead as you can see, and is ready to offer her virginity to the highest bidder. The bidding starts at one-hundred-thousand dollars. Who will give me an opening bid?”
I was shocked as controlled chaos broke out around me. Hands were thrust high in the air by men willing to spend cold hard cash for hot virgin pussy. Lois continually scanned the room with her arms outstretched in front of her. Her right hand was open and drifting across the crowd looking for the next bidder. Her left hand was balled into a fist and held in the direction of the highest bidder thus far. For the life of me, I didn’t know how she kept up. She would recognize a bidder’s amount (one-hundred-fifty-thousand, thank you, sir) then immediately ask for a higher bid (who’ll give me one-seventy-five?). The bidders laughed and kidded one another, as if it was all in good fun. Finally, at a high bid of two-hundred-thousand dollars, the redhead was auctioned off to a short, balding man I recognized from Wall Street, a guy I knew to be married with six kids and a couple of mistresses. He beamed as he approached the girl with his hand out to help her down from the podium.
“Congratulations, sir, please see the gentleman at the door to cover your bid and get the key to your suite.”
“Pretty fucking interesting, huh.” Tony bumped me with his shoulder. “It’s a fucking adrenaline rush when you’re bidding.”
“I’m sure,” I said, keeping my eye on Katrina, who was the fourth girl in line, one behind the black girl with the fitness model body. I casually sipped my drink and pretended to be disinterested as the next two girls went for even more than the redhead. The fitness model brought half a million dollars, going to a guy wearing an Armani suit and black keffiyeh on his head like an Arabian sheik. When Lois led Katrina to the podium, I gave my empty glass to a passing waiter and rubbed the sweat from my hands.
“I knew you would bid,” Tony said happily, bumping me with his shoulder. He glanced at the Russian. The humor left his voice. “Dimitri is going to bid.”
I kept my eyes on Katrina. “How do you know?”
“Because he knows you’re interested.”
Sure enough, I glanced over at the Russian and he was smiling at me. He held up two fingers this time and slathered his tongue between them. It was at that moment that I knew that I was going to take Katrina upstairs to spend the weekend with me no matter the cost.
One, because I found her sexy as hell and could only imagine the delights I could derive from her luscious body.
Two, because the Russian was going to try to win her just to spite me, and if he won he would take his anger with me out on her and God only knew what else he would do to her.
And three, when I gazed into Katrina’s eyes I saw a girl who didn’t belong there any more than I did. She was beautiful and smart and funny and sexy as hell. She wasn’t some gold digger selling her body for money. She needed the money to build her life, not to blow it on vacations and cars and frivolous shit that girls like her didn’t care about.
Her eyes were pleading with me, begging me to win her and whisk her off to safety. She gave me a little smile as if she had read my mind. We both knew that before the night was over she was going to be mine, no matter the cost.
* * *
Katrina stood naked on the podium with her arms behind her and her eyes turned toward the floor. Her large breast heaved as she struggled to keep her breathing steady. She squeezed her thighs together as if she were trying to keep some invader from burrowing its way inside her.
“Gentleman, this is Katrina, a natural blonde, twenty-one years old, certified virgin in every way.” Lois grinned and held a hand to the side of her mouth as if she were telling a secret. “That means she’s never had a cock in any hole, boys.” The men chuckled. I wanted to punch her teeth down her throat, where I was sure my Uncle Gino had deposited his seed many times back in the day.
She held up her hands like a conductor. “Now, let the bidding begin at one-hundred-thousand dollars. Who will bid one-hundred-thousand dollars?”
A flurry of hands shot up and the bidding quickly reached two-hundred-thousand dollars. I was about to put my hand up when I felt someone grab my wrist from behind.
“Not yet, cuz,” Tony said quietly, holding onto my wrist. “Wait until the old bat starts calling for final bids, then swoop in. Otherwise, you’re just running the price up.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him and nodded my head. The bids kept going higher. I watched Katrina as the amount grew. She glanced up at each bid, then glanced quickly back down.
Two-hundred-fifty-thousand…
Two-seventy-five…
Then, as quickly as it had begun, the bidding stopped. My heart clenched in my chest when Lois directed her fist to the Russian and said, “You, sir, have the highest bid at two-hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars.” She swept the room with her right hand. “Do I hear three-hundred thousand? Three-hundred-thousand? I have two-seventy-five, do I hear three?”
“Fucking end it, old woman,” the Russian growled, stepping out of the crowd with his glass held high in the air like a champion gladiator. He turned to face the crowd with a threatening look on his face. “It is done, yes? Nobody will bid against Dimitri anymore. Clear?” He wasn’t asking if anyone else wanted to bid. He was telling them not to. He was declaring the auction to be over and himself as the winner.
Lois had a nervous look in her eye. I saw her glance at Tony, then she quickly looked away. Her first was cocked back, pointing in the air. When the first came down with one finger extended at the Russian, the bidding was over. Katrina was his.
“Now,” Tony said, releasing my hand.
“Three-hundred-thousand,” I said, nearly shouting the bid, thrusting my hand in the air like Braveheart leading his men into battle. Lois couldn’t help but smile briefly as her fist came down and fixed on my direction. “I have three-hundred-thousand from Mr. D’Angelo. Do I hear three-twenty-five?”
“You bid against me, cocksucker?” the Russian growled. His fat lawyer was trying to tell him something, but the Russian pushed him away and stood to face me. We were ten feet apart, facing each other down like old-timey Western gunslingers. The crowd took a step back as if they didn’t want to get caught in the hail of bullets. The Russian gave me his hardest look and upped the bid.
“Three-twenty-five,” he said.
“Four hundred,” I shot back without hesitation. My eyes were fixed on the Russian, but I thought I heard Katrina gasp at the amount.
“You motherfucker crazy cocksucker,” the Russian said. He put his hands on his hips and pulled back the leather jacket he was wearing. There was an empty holster clipped to his belt. I supposed guns weren’t allowed inside the auction for this very reason.
I glanced up at Katrina, who was staring at me with wide eyes filled with tears. Call it adrenaline, call it bravery, call it thinking with my cock and not my head, I stepped closer to the Russian until I was just out of his reach. We were the same height. He was broader at the shoulder than me, but thicker around the waist. He had ten years on me and I had twenty pounds of muscle on him. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I knew he wasn’t the kind of guy to fight fair. Still, I doubted he would start anything here.
“Gentleman, do I hear four-hundred-twenty-five?”
I gave him a stony look. “Well, comrade? Bid or fuck off.”
His shark-like eyes narrowed and he worked his jaw back and forth. What little brain he had was weighing his odds. Finally, he waved a hand at the old woman and spat on the floor.
He swept a hand between us. “This between us, this is not done.” He turned with his fat friend in tow and pushed his way out of the room. I saw him say something to Tony, who f
ollowed him out the door.
“Four-hundred going once,” she said. When I went to the podium to take Katrina’s hand, she closed the bid without further call. “Sold, for four-hundred thousand dollars to Mr. Nicky D’Angelo.”
Katrina took my hand and carefully stepped down. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. I tugged the lapels tight across her breasts. The look of relief on her face made me smile.
“Come on,” I said, nodding toward the door. “Let’s get you upstairs. You look like you could use a hot bath and a cold drink.”
CHAPTER NINE: Katrina
Holy fucking shit…
Unless I was just imagining things, or having another one of my weird dreams, the hottest man I’d ever seen just paid four-hundred-thousand dollars for my virginity and a couple days of my time. That meant that my share was two-hundred-thousand dollars. Two hundred fucking thousand dollars! The best part was, I would have given my virginity to him for free on the first date if he had asked. He was that hot and I think he was that nice, though it was hard to judge how nice someone is when they’re bidding on the right to fuck you all weekend.
The big guy with the Russian accent scared the living shit out of me. He literally looked and talked and acted like every Russian mobster I had seen on TV. When I thought that he was going to be the one to win my cherry, I think my cherry started to dry up in fear. Then he stepped in and made all my fears go away.
As I watched him hand the man at the door a black American Express card and sign the receipt for $400,000, I let go the sigh of relief that I’d been holding for hours. The man gave him a copy of the receipt and a keycard that would let us into the suite we’d be sharing for the next two days.
“Thank you, Mr. D’Angelo, and congratulations,” the man said. He looked at me and smiled. “Your things are already in the room, miss. Have a good weekend.”
“That was like checking into a hotel,” I said with a nervous quiver in my voice. “I mean, other than the auctioning off my virginity part.”
“Are you okay?” he asked, offering me his arm to lead me out of the room.
“I’m okay now,” I said, taking his arm. “I can’t thank you enough for saving me.”
“It was my pleasure,” he said as he led me up the grand staircase to our suite on the second floor. “Or at least it will be.” He gave me a shy smile that unnerved me for a moment. He sensed my sudden tension and started to apologize. “Sorry, bad joke. I’m not sure what the protocol is for this sort of thing.”
“It’s okay,” I said, squeezing his arm, walking close to him like two lovers strolling down a lane. I knew it was completely insane because I barely knew him (like barely, barely), but there was something about him that put me at ease, something that made me want to trust him and hold him and squeeze him and let him inside my body, my heart, and my mind.
He had just paid a fortune for the right to be the first man ever to make love to me. I owed it to him to make sure he got his money’s worth in every way. And perhaps more.
* * *
I had said this was like checking into a hotel. I was wrong because I’d never seen a hotel like this nice. The room was large and spacious, with a private bathroom that had a large clawfoot tub that must have been over a hundred years old and a sitting area in front of the bay windows that looked out onto the back of the property. There was a king-sized bed with a hand-carved mahogany headboard and matching nightstands. The furniture was all old and beautiful, like the house itself. The only modern amenities were a huge flat panel TV on the dresser and a modern minibar stocked with alcohol, soft drinks, juices, and snacks.
“This is amazing,” I said as I stepped into the room and waited for Nicky to close and lock the door. I had not been able to shake the feeling I’d gotten from the Russian guy. I expected the place to be as secure as Fort Knox, but guys like that never let locks and guards stop them from carrying out their evil deeds.
I had slipped my arms into the sleeves of his jacket and was holding it closed around me. He came to stand in front of me and adjusted the lapels. He said, “I’m not sure how this is supposed to work.”
“Oh no, you’re a virgin, too?”
He blinked at me, then grinned. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Thank god one of us has a clue,” I said. I took a deep breath and put my arms around his neck. The jacket fell open, exposing my naked body underneath. “Let’s start with this.”
He was nearly as shocked as I was when I pressed my lips gently to his and let my tongue slither out of my mouth like a hungry snake. His tongue came out to play and the kiss quickly turned passionate. I felt little tingles shoot through my body, starting at my lips, rolling down my breasts, and gathering in my pussy, which grew hot and moist between my legs.
I sighed into his mouth as my nipples plumped against the inside of the jacket. I pulled my arms from around his neck and let the jacket slide down them to the floor. I put my arms back around his neck and kissed him harder, probing his mouth with my tongue.
I was a virgin, but I was not totally ignorant in the ways of sex. I had been with enough boys in school and watched enough online porn to know how these things worked (I called it research). I knew all the moves, even though I’d never practiced them myself. I expected that I’d be a clumsy lover at first, but I was an eager student and a fast learner and knew that my skills at pleasing a man would grow over time. Starting now.
Granted, the only things ever to be inside my pussy were my fingers and my toys, but I had always been careful not to violate myself to the point of tearing the veil that protected my virginity. That was something sacred to me. It was a gift I planned to save until I met a man worthy of it. I never expected that a man would pay a small fortune for the privilege of being my first, but this is the way things worked out and at this point, that was more than fine with me.
Nicky’s hands slid around my waist and found my ass. He cupped my ass cheeks in his palms and pulled me into him. Then I felt it, the rock-hard cock in his pants, pushing into my leg, pulsating like a heartbeat against me. The heat inside me intensified as the fire in my cunt began to roar.
“What is that?” I asked playfully, my lips moving to his ear. I traced my tongue along the ridge of his ear and bit at his earlobe. I loved the way his skin tasted on my tongue and his warm breath felt against my cheek.
“That is your prize,” he said as he left kisses along my neck and shoulder. His fingers flexed in my ass and ground me against him. I brought my left hand down from his neck and pressed my palm against his cock. It was the first time I’d ever felt a man’s rock hardness before. It felt long and thick beneath my hand. I couldn’t wait to see it with my own eyes, taste it with my mouth, feel it deep inside me.
I said, “You had mentioned a hot bath and a cold drink? Care to join me?”
“I would,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “You go run us a bath and I will order champagne.”
“Yes, sir,” I said with a happy sigh. Before I let him go, I looked him in the eye and tried not to cry. “Thank you, Nicky. Thank you for saving me.”
“Again, it was my pleasure.”
I gave his cock a playful squeeze. “Not yet, but it soon will be.”
* * *
The big tub filled quickly with hot water and bubbles. There were candles on the back of the tub and a lighter. I lit the candles and dimmed the lights. There was an ancient radio built into the wall. I turned it on and found a channel playing soft music, then took off the stiletto heels and slid into the tub.
I was grateful to have the chance to wash myself off before we started making love. My body was covered in a film of nervous sweat that even I could smell when I was standing naked on the podium. Like I said before, sweat is not sexy unless you’re sweating together.
I filled the tub with water until the bubbles covered the bottom of my breasts but left my erect nipples free in the warm air. I scooped water onto my breasts and rubbed them until my nipple
s were pink and hard. I took the bar of soap off the side of the tub and washed my pussy with it, stroking the bar slowly between my folds, feeling little tingles shoot through my clit and making me hot and wet to the touch. When I opened my eyes, Nicky was standing next to the tub wearing nothing but a smile, stroking his hard cock from shaft to head with his right hand.
I felt the breath catch in my chest when I saw him naked for the first time. Nicky’s body was lean and hard with muscle across his shoulders and chest. The hair on his chest and above his thick cock was as thick and black as the hair on his head. His cock, the first cock I’d ever seen in person, was long and thick and roped with veins. The head was purple and round, looking as if it might burst if not relieved soon. He moved his hands slowly over the shaft and smiled at me.
“You like what you see?” he asked, moving to the side of the tub so my wet hand could replace his.
“Yes,” I sighed, marveling at the feeling of the hard shaft in my hand. I slid my hand back and forth as he was doing.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asked.
I gave him a demure look and shook my head.
“Do you want to suck my cock?”
“Yes,” I whispered, licking my lips.
“Do you want me to teach you?”
“Everything,” I said quietly. “Teach me everything.”
“Press your lips to the head,” he said, moving as close to the tub as he could. “Kiss it. Lick it. Take it into your mouth. Just be mindful of the teeth.” He grinned as I moved to the edge of the tub still holding his cock in my hand. When I pressed my lips to the head and flicked my tongue to the slit, he put his hands on my shoulders and sighed.
