“In about an hour or so,” the old dude says. “We have to look at them all. How many more do you have picked out, in case you don’t get Petra?” he asks the little guy.
“Two. But I really want the exotic looking, Petra.”
They look at me, and I simply look back at them. “What makes you think I’m bidding on her? She has nothing going on for her. I’m sure she’ll freak out right away and run off before anything good can even happen. She’s a waste of time and money, in my opinion.”
The two smile as they look at one another then the old guy says, “Good, then it’s only you and me who will compete for her. That’ll mean we have to put up less money.”
I move away from the men. My skin is crawling with disgust for them both. Retreating to a far corner, as Petra has been taken off the stage and has to sit and wait while another woman is shown off, I sit down and think about my summer plans.
I saw two new restaurants I plan on visiting while I’m here. There was also a new club I saw when I drove in from the airport. I’ve rented a very nice hotel suite and am already set up there.
My nights will be filled with fine dining and some club hopping. I’ll most likely find a different woman for each night, take them to my hotel room, fuck them silly then send them on their way.
The next day, I can come see my little sex kitten, do my thing then leave her alone while I go see the sights. Alone. Blissfully alone. And with this frustration that’s filled me beginning to ebb.
All I need is a woman who I can fuck then leave with no remorse. Is that too much to ask?
If I could have a woman for that all the time, I can’t think of all I could accomplish. So many times I ache to get some relief, sexually, without the need for a relationship and all the damn talking that goes with that.
If I could find a woman who’d be okay with that, my life would be complete, I think.
Maybe, one day, I’ll get over this little thing I’ve got going. But then again, since I found this outlet, I don’t know if I ever will. Before I found this place, I hired the occasional prostitute but feared they’d tell on me.
I don’t want to be known as a man who has to pay for sex. Mainly because I don’t have to pay for it. But just like Dena and a host of other women, I can get what I want, but they want something out of me too. Here, with the woman I buy, I get to have things exactly the way I want them, with no frowns, sad faces, or words that try to wear me down.
I don’t need or want a nagging woman in my life right now. My parents showed me what married life is really like. I’m not falling for the crap others say it is. A partnership where love and commitment take center stage is what the men I know who are married say. I think they just want to lure more single men into the hell they’re living in. They say misery loves company. But I’m not about to put myself into a miserable situation, the way my parents did.
What’s so bad, is that even divorced, those two still manage to complicate each other’s lives. Leaving Mom didn’t make Dad or her any happier. It makes me think that once that special someone gets under your skin and into your heart, you can’t get them out. Even if they make you sick as hell!
Petra
With the embarrassing part over, I sit and wait with the other women to find out if anyone will bid on me or not. It seems the men behind the mirror can ask questions of the women, but no one has asked anything about me yet.
Leticia pats my hand as we sit next to each other. “It’s okay, Petra. This part is nearly over.”
One of the trainers comes to get her and takes her away to answer someone’s question then I find another trainer coming to get me. “Come on, someone wants you to say your name and age.”
“Why?” I ask as I let him lead me with the leash that was put around my neck. “That information is on the profile.”
“I guess he wants to hear your voice,” he tells me as he takes me up to a certain place in front of the huge mirror. “Go ahead, say what I told you to.”
“My name is Petra Bakari. I’m twenty-one.”
He leads me back to sit down in the room off to one side. “Okay, Petra back you go.”
“Do you think anyone will pick me?” I ask with worry as a few of the other women have already been taken to meet the men who bought them.
“Are you kidding?” he asks me with a grin. “You’re hot. Don’t worry. The only reason you’re still sitting here is because you have more than one bidder and there’s a war going on over you. Those women who’ve left already only had one bidder. All of you who are left will be taken, it’s just a matter of by who.”
Relief fills me as I take a seat and don’t have to worry about going through all of this only to be told no man wants me. More than one of them does!
Leticia comes back to sit next to me, taking my hand and smiling. “Isn’t this exciting?”
“Scary,” is what I say then I hear her name called and she gets up, leaving me all alone.
“Bye,” she says. “See you at the end of summer. We’ll meet here and fly back together. I can’t wait to hear all about your first Dom.”
Getting up, I grab her and hug her tightly. “Fuck, I’m scared!”
She pats my back as she hugs me. “It’s all going to be okay. Just remember all I’ve taught you and things will be fine. And like you’ve been told numerous times if you feel threatened or uncomfortable all you have to do is call the hotline to be taken out right away. It’s all safe, Petra.”
With a nod, I let her go and feel like crying. But I put on a brave face for her. “Okay, thanks for everything, Leticia. See you in three months. Bye.”
She’s pulled away, and we wave to each other as she goes. I sit back down and fight the urge to bawl like a baby. One of the other women looks at me with sympathetic eyes. “It’s okay to be afraid. This is my fifth time, and I still get nervous at this point. But it all turns around quickly once you’re with your owner. I’ve never had a mean one. Most of them are focused on pleasing their sub. Pleasure is sure to find you tonight.”
I nod and think about the pleasurable things some stranger is about to do to me. It does little to calm me down. Some strange man will touch me in intimate places, and I have to allow him to do that!
Hell, it’s already happened with the trainers at this place. I’ve been groped by five of them with their examinations and tests of what I said I can take. I’ve been spanked, hit with a paddle and a flogger, cuffed, suspended in ropes, and hooded. All things I never saw myself doing but am doing them anyway. All with trying not to feel like a piece of meat!
The auction manager, Isabel, comes to me with a piece of paper in her hand. “Come with me, please.” She walks right past me, and I get up to follow her, wondering what the hell is going on.
We go back to her office where she gestures for me to take a seat and she goes to sit behind her oak desk that’s clear of any normal paperwork that’s usually on people’s desks. Placing the paper she held, on the desk, she pushes it toward me and pulls a pen out of the drawer. “You didn’t mark this on the list of things you’d do, but you also didn’t mark it as a hard limit. You have an interested buyer. We’ll have to have your authorization first, though.”
“For what?” I ask as I take the paper and see the words at the very top, ‘Medical Play.’
“You do know what that means, don’t you?” she asks me.
With a nod, I say, “I do. Did this man specify what kind of things he wants to do? You see, I didn’t know what to put as the list was so long. I don’t mind playing doctor in the traditional sense of it. But there are things I won’t do.”
“Okay, check off what you will do on this list here. I’ll enter that into the computer and then we’ll know if that man will actually bid for you or not.”
Looking it over, I find that I won’t do most of the things. I end up checking that I’ll let them check my blood pressure and some other easy things like that, but most go unchecked. I push the paper back to her after I sign it. “Those
things I didn’t check, I want to be checked as hard limits. I won’t do any of them, ever.”
With a nod, she takes the paper and says, “Go back to your seat, please.”
She hurries off as I dally around the hallway a little, not in a rush to go back and sit down again. The sound of a door opening draws my attention. I look behind me, finding a tall muscular man with dark waves that hang to his broad shoulders, is looking at me with a smile on his face. He waves at me with the slightest movement of his hand as we stare at each other.
I wave back and smile at him too. He looks like a movie star in his black tuxedo. His face is tanned and handsome. So damn handsome!
Now, he’s the kind of man I fantasized about winning me. And Leticia acted as if no one like that even existed at this club. But he does exist. And he’s looking at me like he’s interested. He might be a bidder. He might be the man I get to spend the next three months with!
I wonder if I can talk to him. Ask him if he’s bidding on me. He’s not looking away or moving. I could walk up to him and just ask him that simple question.
Our eyes lock for only a moment then my name is called, and I have to go. He walks away, and I watch him as he takes long strides. He seems so familiar.
Walking down the hallway to find out who’s won me, I think about why the man looks so familiar. Then it hits me. I’ve seen him on television before. On a reality show.
Beverly Hills something or other. A show about plastic surgery and he’s one of the surgeons.
God, what if he was the one who wanted the Medical Play and I’ve ruined it?
I didn’t want to do any of that stuff. But if he’s the one doing it then maybe I wouldn’t mind. I wonder if I can get Isabel to change my answers. But my name’s already been called, and that means the deal is done.
Why didn’t I think about who might be asking such a thing?
That doctor is hot as hell, and I’m an idiot for thinking too much about those things that were on that fucking piece of paper. Hell, he can examine me all he wants to!
Shit! Now, who’ll get me?
The man’s name is eluding me as I try to think about what it is and go to the side entrance. His name is on the tip of my tongue. I can almost see it in my mind.
One of the trainers is waiting for me with his hand extended. “Here she is, Petra Bakari.”
Then the name comes to me, and I whisper to myself, “Dr. Owen Cantrell!”
Owen
I didn’t expect to find Petra in the hallway, but when I came out of the men’s room and saw her standing there, I almost went straight over to her. Which is frowned upon.
Somehow, I managed to stay right where I was and only look at her. Her smile was bright, and she looked happy to see me. Not that she knows who I am.
I always let my hair grow out for the summer. On the shows, it’s kept short, and I make them use a lot of makeup on me, so I’m not recognized very easily when I come to Portland. And I don’t let the women I take, see me, either. Just to be completely safe about it.
When our eyes met, I felt more than a spark for her. If I get her, I don’t know what all I’ll do with her. I have a feeling I might stray from my usual patterns.
I heard her name announced and had to hurry to get back to the bidders’ box. Isabel must’ve gotten back with the results she said she’d need if mustache man is able to bid on Petra. A thing I hope he can’t. It’ll be much easier if it’s only the old guy and me. I’ve already placed a hefty bid in the envelope I gave Isabel. I doubt that man has as much money as I have, to spare for such a thing.
It’s funny, but I’m glad she got to see my face. Once I have her, she’ll never see it again. But I’ll be able to watch her all I want to. The video system was installed, and I’ll be able to monitor her with my cell when I’m out.
As I walk into the room, I see another man has decided to bid on Petra. Isabel is taking his envelope, and my heart starts to pound. She looks at me with a smile. “Good, you’re back. We can announce the winner of Petra Bakari now.”
The old man looks at me with a grim expression. “I thought you weren’t bidding on her.”
With a shrug, I take a seat with the rest of them and wait to see what Isabel has to say. She looks at mustache man and says, “I’m afraid you won’t be able to bid on Miss Bakari. She’s marked all the things you asked for as hard limits. That leaves three bids on her.”
She opens my envelope first and looks at me. “Nice.”
I nod and find myself praying the other two are lower. Looking out at Petra as she stands there, waiting to see who will get her, I can’t stand that she has to go through this. This doesn’t come naturally to her. She’s trying so damn hard, but her expression gives away the fear she’s experiencing.
And who could blame her?
Never have I felt so much empathy for any woman here. Or anywhere else for that matter. Her big brown eyes droop only slightly at the outer corners as she holds a tight smile on her gorgeous face.
I wonder how hard it is for her to keep herself together while she waits. I wonder if she has high expectations for what she’s about to do. Will she like the way I handle her body? Will she enjoy her time alone? Will she be happy when I come back to her?
Shaking my head, I try not to think of her in the terms that she’s already mine. There are two others who’ve placed money on the table for her after all.
Isabel opens the second envelope and looks at the new man as she says, “Another generous bid.”
She gives no hint if it was higher than mine or not as she opens the third and final envelope. Before she can say a thing, mustache man is back, waving an envelope and shouting, “I won’t make her do the things on her hard limits list. I’ll take her as she is. I want her that much! Here, take my bid too.”
Rubbing my temples as the man is working my nerves, I almost shout at him to leave her alone. Looking out at her, I want to walk out there and grab her up and take her away with me. Fuck the other bidders.
I want her!
Isabel takes the other envelope and looks at the old guy as she nods. “Another good bid for Petra Bakari.” She puts it at the back of the stack she’s holding and opens the last one that was just given to her. I watch her eyes as they move over all four of us. “Gentlemen, we have four generous bids, and we also have one tie for the top bid. If you will all write new bids for me, we can get this woman to her new owner.”
I groan as her assistant hands us new envelopes with the small pieces of paper inside of them. With no idea what number was the top one, I have no idea how much higher to go.
With a glance at Petra who looks ashen as she waits, I make a daring bid. One that I pray will see her as mine for the summer. I close the envelope and hand it back to Isabel.
Sitting back, I look at Petra as the others seem to agonize over their offers. I’ve never paid this much for a woman before. But I have a feeling Petra will be worth it.
“Hey, I want in,” some man from the back says.
I look back and see a tall, pretty good looking guy, and he has a giant diamond ring on his finger, telling me he’s most likely a billionaire and now I’m worried. Isabel holds out her hand for his envelope and gives me a little look that says she’s sorry about this.
That tells me she knows how much this dude is worth and my chances have drastically declined. So, I take a moment to dig into the new guy’s brain as to what he wants my Petra for. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’re your kinks?”
His eyes are dark as night, and so is his short, wavy, black hair. I think he’s Greek and probably owns his own island or something. “I have a few of them. But with her, I’m thinking how much I want to show her off. And share her with my wife.” He leans in to whisper. “I enjoy fucking my subs then watching my wife punish them for doing it. After the woman is punished, then my wife makes her take care of her needs while I watch. Then I punish the sub and she has to sleep in a cage in our bedroom and watch my wife, and I fuck.
It’s an intricate thing, and something my wife and I splurge on every few years. It’s our fifth anniversary, so I want to get her something special.”
The way my stomach rumbles isn’t from hunger but disgust. I can’t believe there are so many fucking perverts in this world!
Then I realize I’m not exactly far from one. I want to restrict her and fuck her myself. Somehow, I’ve made my kink a lot less fucked up than everyone else’s. In my mind, at least.
When the man reaches out to shake my hand, I have to do it. Gentlemen’s rules and all that jazz. “Good luck,” I say, even though I don’t mean it at all.
Isabel looks around the room. “Are there any more bidders for Petra Bakari?”
Thankfully no one else bothers as it’s pretty fucking obvious that moneybags pervert will win her. All I can do is stare out the glass at the woman who has filled my thoughts for a while now, and I don’t think she’ll stop filling them just because she’s in this asshole’s cage somewhere.
Actually, I think she’ll be even more in my mind, and I’ll be devising plans to rescue her from him and his fucked-up wife. “Hey, where are you from?” I ask him so I can have an idea of where I can find her if he does take her away from me.
With a laugh, he says, “I’m from New York. Why?”
“Oh, just curious,” I say then look at Isabel who has the first envelope open.
She nods and puts it at the back and opens the next one. One by one, she opens them all then sets all but one of them down. With a wink, she holds out her hand for the microphone and gives us no hint as to who has won. “Petra Bakari, you are to be taken to apartment twenty-two. Your owner will meet you there when he’s ready to.”
I almost faint as I finally hear that I’ve won her. My hands are shaking as I get up and the others just glare at me. “I did it,” I mumble. “I got her.”
Isabel gives me a huge smile as she takes my hand, leading me to where I’ll sign the contract for her. “That was touch and go there for a while, wasn’t it, Mr. Cantrell?”
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