Buy Me

by Cassandra Dee

  “Naw,” I drawled. “Naw.”

  And at that moment, Abby appeared. It was like taking a hit of the best drug on earth, a shot in the arm. Because in her presence, suddenly I felt alive, senses alert, my vision clearing like I’d been walking in a haze before. Oh shit, she was so beautiful, so fucking delicious, tasty and alluring rolled up into one.

  Because Abby was dressed for the Ball. Occasionally, the Club sponsors a party for its members, a white tie affair with the best alcohol, the best girls, the best everything. And tonight was the big night. I’d invited Abby because there was gonna be an auction tonight, and I figured she could take a look, get a sense of how it worked, as well as how much the girls went for. I felt sure that once she met some of my brothers, she’d want to participate. She’d want the money, the promise of a week with a billionaire in exchange for financial freedom.

  But seems that my planning had been too perfect, too uncanny. Because the girl was spectacular, Abby was dressed in a get-up that made my dick harden immediately, popping out against my tux trousers. The brunette wore nothing but a tiny thong, the black lace highlighting her creamy flesh, huge and enormous. And shit, but there was no bra. The handlers had attached pasties to her nipples, tiny coverings the size of quarters, glittery and flirtatious against those mountains of white, the creamy gazongas that swung this way and that as she teetered towards me.

  “Hi,” the brunette said, breathless, grabbing onto a chair handle to steady herself. “Jared, I’m not very good with heels, so you’ll have to catch me if I fall.”

  I laughed painfully, the sound coming out like hoarse cough. We were so close to one another after only a few days that the girl’s words, her secret smile at me, made my body rev, my heart jump.

  “Fuck baby, you look amazing,” I complimented, eyes devouring her. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

  Abby blushed then beautifully, making my dick rage once more. Because I’ve seen every part of her body, I’ve devoured every inch of that gorgeous flesh, and yet she was so innocent, she still grew rosy at my compliments. It only made me want her more, made me desperate to rip off the tiny items of cloth and stick my dick into her deep.

  But this was the Ball. It was go time, the whole reason I’d invited the girl to the party was so that she could meet my brothers and be convinced that an auction was the right thing. So why the fuck did my soul feel like lead, like there were weights on my shoes, making every movement difficult? Why was I swallowing loudly even now, tempted to whisk her off in my private jet and beat feet, fucking party be damned?

  Because Abby was perfect, of course my brothers would devour her, they’d be all over that firm female flesh. Of course the prices at tonight’s auction would be sky high, there’d be so much cash exchanged that the brunette would give in, consenting to sell herself for a huge sum of money. But still, my heart wrenched, limbs dead like I was moving through sludge. I wanted her, I wanted this girl, one hundred percent, and it was like handing over your first-born child. I would have given anything to keep her, and yet my sense of loyalty was making me sacrifice.

  But I’d underestimated Abby because I trained her all too well. Despite the fact that we’ve only been together for a few days, she’s taken to the Club like a duck to water. Oh yeah, the brunette was comfortable wearing nothing but a g-string and pasties in the bar, even with a couple other dudes lounging around, looking her over appreciatively. That ass swayed, her boobies jiggling, and I could tell that she liked it, the caress of male gazes stoking her internal fires.

  And Abby went for it too. My little slut was perfect, she’s perfect for me and perfect for auction because spinning on her heels, she turned and looked at me coyly over a slim shoulder.

  “Daddy,” the girl breathed. “Did they prep me well? Did they get every place clean?”

  And the air literally whooshed out of my chest because with a small hand, the girl reached in back of herself and gripped the g-string, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal that brown pucker, winking and blinking. Leaning over slightly, she bent so that the hole opened a bit, legs spread, to give me a clear view.

  “Daddy, did they get me clean?” she murmured breathlessly, big boobies heaving, blowing me an air kiss. “Is my bottom clean? Can you check for me?”

  And I was on it then. Fuck, it didn’t matter that we were in the bar, it didn’t matter that there were a couple dudes looking on. Because this is par for the course at the Billionaires Club, beautiful women are here for one reason only, and that’s to fuck. Maybe I couldn’t put my dick in her vagina, but I was going to take my last indulgence, I was gonna sample her back-end one more time before she became Club property.

  So in two seconds, I was on my knees in back of the girl, tongue buried in that crevice between her ass cheeks.

  “Ohhh!” she moaned, lifting her face to the ceiling, eyes closed, lips half-parted. “Ohhh!” Abby sang again.

  And I did it then. I took a deep lick of her asshole before pushing in, burrowing my tongue into her behind.

  “Fuck,” I muttered into that musty hole. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  And just like always, it was perfect. There’s something about her female musk, that unique aroma, the feel of her anal walls on my mouth that makes me lose it. My shaft was out in a second, big palm fisting it like mad, and before I knew it, I was coming. Yeah, the girl’s got me wound up so tight that one taste of her ass, one tiny taste of her anal hole, and I came like a fucking geyser.

  But I didn’t just shoot my sperm onto the floor of the bar, spraying my cum on the expensive carpet. Instead, I stood just in the nick of time and began shooting onto her anus, pointing my dicktip at that brown hole and jizzing hard, again and again, against her asshole.

  “Unnnh!” Abby moaned again. “Yes!”

  And without any hesitation whatsoever, the girl reached in back of herself with two hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart, hole gaping so that the semen went straight up her back end. Oh yeah, flying squirts went right into the target, most of it straight up her anal canal, and then Abby did something that shocked even me. The brunette bent over further, and her hands crept downwards so that she pulled apart the lips of her labia, opening up that vaginal canal.

  “Right there Daddy,” she panted desperately. “Right there, give it to me right there.”

  And fuck, but I was a lost man. Because it was so hot, her cooing voice, the big curvy body with its mountains of flesh, all of it available to me, wanting me, beckoning for more. And like a man possessed, I did it. I sprayed right into that pussy, lash after lash of cum going into her interior canal, painting her insides with a coat of male fuck. Oh god, oh god, I was in completely over my head. If I’d believed myself to be in control before, then it was obvious that that was a bald-faced lie. Because Abby had me in the palm of her hand, I was a slave to this nubile, innocent female, and there was nothing I could do about it. The cards had been laid on the table, and the only thing to do was to go along with this godforsaken plan now.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Abby

  The ball was amazing. As Jared ushered me inside a cavernous room, I inhaled deeply, looking around. Because it was illicit beyond my wildest dreams. Everywhere stood billionaires dressed in tuxes, a sea of black and white, each and every one handsome, imposing, huge and gorgeous.

  But even more amazing were the women. Because the women were just like me, young, fertile, nubile, all of us dressed in nothing but high, high heels and g-strings, our assets out for all the males to see. Sure, we were done up to the nines with perfect hair, perfect make-up, our nails polished and trimmed, but everything was out for the men, underlining our status.

  Because this is the Billionaires Club, and it’s an all-male set-up. Sure, there are female billionaires in the world, but I have no idea who they are. Peruse any magazine, and all they ever talk about is Russian oligarchs, hedge fund managers, and billionaire Wall Street types running the world. There are no women, and as a result, the Club has no female members.<
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  But the difference in dress really threw the power differential into relief. Because it was clear that we were here to please the members, that our scanty clothes, our big boobies and high heels, were only for the men. Left on my own, I usually throw on a college sweatshirt and jeans, comfy sneakers on my feet. So yeah, the display of titties, of barely-clad cunt beneath the tiniest scraps of fabric made it oh-so-clear that we were here at the pleasure of the men.

  And even now, my man was at my elbow, growling, barely acknowledging some of his friends. Because Mr. White was tense, that huge frame imposing, exuding energy. He should have been happy, this was exactly what he’d planned, taking me to the Ball to show me what the Club was about, to make me want to sell myself. But instead, he looked like an angry bear, almost snarling, hand firm on my elbow.

  “Relax,” I whispered to him. “Relax, you’re among your brothers.”

  The big man didn’t even acknowledge me, jaw stiff, blue eyes steely yet anguished.

  “Relax,” I tried again. “Trust me, things will be fine. I’m even dripping with you right now,” I added on a breathless whisper. “I’m gonna have to change my panties, there’s so much of you.”

  That made his head swivel, fixing me with a penetrating stare. Because yeah, I’d met Jared at the bar, and he’d taken me right there, spraying me with the good stuff. Again, there was no dick in pussy, but Mr. White knows how to get a woman off every which way, and our session at the bar was no exception. I’d pulled my ass cheeks apart, and then my labia, and the big man had obliged, jism flying into my anal and vaginal chambers, giving me a dose of the good stuff in both my holes.

  And sure, we’d cleaned up as best we could, running warm wash cloths against my skin, patting my secret parts, the big man stuffing himself back into his pants, not a hair out of place. But for me, it was different. His semen was in me now, gooey and hot, and I could feel it dripping out illicitly, oozing from both my ass and cunt.

  “Shit, baby girl,” he rasped, eyes hot. “Shit shit shit.”

  And without any hesitation, the big man slipped a hand between my ass cheeks, testing my pucker. Sure enough, it came away wet and he contemplated his finger, looking at the glistening goo on that big digit.

  “Shit,” was all he muttered again.

  I flushed. I know the Billionaires Club has little restrictions on privacy, I’ve seen men and women go at it sensuously in public. Hell, Mr. White and I had done the nasty at the bar earlier. But still, we were here with men and women milling about, and he’d just fingered my anus, he’d fondled me illicitly with his brothers mere feet away, gorgeous women on their arms.

  “I thought you were trying to sell me off,” I said archly. “I thought you were trying to pawn me off to one of your brothers, you shouldn’t be touching me like that here.”

  The big man’s brows lowered again, a mask of pain.

  “Fuck,” he ground out. “You don’t belong to someone else yet. Not yet,” he growled, and with that, he seized my elbow once more. “Come on, let’s go talk to some people.”

  We strode over to a bar table, a man and a woman casually drinking champagne as they chatted, her laugh tinkly and high. Oh god, the woman was beautiful in a way that made me envious, model slim with golden blonde hair that draped down her back in soft waves. I felt about two feet tall and three hundred pounds next to her, but I squared my shoulders and pasted a smile on my lips. This was no time to be intimidated.

  “Xander,” growled Mr. White. “Yo buddy, what’s up?”

  The other man turned to look at us, eyes flickering first to his friend before running appreciatively over my curves. Unconsciously, I pushed my chest out, Double Ds creamy and white, the pasties hardly covering my areola, angling my hips for a sassy pose.

  “Hey,” he grunted in return. “Who’s this looker?” he said with an appraising glance.

  I flushed. The compliments still get under my skin, I’ve spent my whole life being an ugly duckling, so it was weird to realize suddenly that I was beautiful and desirable. But Mr. White’s fingers tightened on my elbow, his smile harsh and forbidding.

  “This is Abigail,” he said. “I sourced her from New York.”

  The woman laughed then.

  “Oh New York!” she said in that high-pitched voice. “They always say the most beautiful girls are from there, but I don’t get it, they always seem so pasty and flabby. It’s the long winters. Wouldn’t you agree, Xander? I like L.A. so much better, everyone works out and has a tan.”

  My eyes goggled. Clearly, the mean girl vibe existed even here, in the confines of the club. But I wasn’t gonna let this woman walk all over me.

  “You mean the better to get skin cancer, right?” I trilled sweetly. “With all the sun, not to mention the tanning beds,” I said, nodding at the visible lines on her shoulders, “everyone from L.A. looks so leathery and dry, it’s like they’re crocodiles.”

  Mr. White’s fingers tightened painfully on my arm then, making me jump.

  “Ladies,” he ground out. “I’ll ask you to behave, stop this shit. So Xander, what about that real estate deal?” he continued, like nothing was the matter.

  His friend shot me another look, eyes appraising, before turning to Jared and talking nonchalantly about some billion-dollar deal going on in the middle of Manhattan. I couldn’t follow it, the blonde bitch and I were staring daggers at one another, hating each other on sight. But the men kept talking, and there was nothing we could do, merely watching and waiting.

  Finally though, a chime of bells came.

  “Gentlemen,” came a disembodied female voice, just a bit robotic. “Welcome to the Billionaires Ball. Tonight we have a special auction, please gather around the concourse.”

  Ah ha, the big moment had finally come. Jared had invited me to the party precisely for this purpose, because there was gonna be the auction of auctions, the best girls sold for the highest prices. I knew what the alpha was thinking. He figured that if I got a sense of the money in play, got a look at the other handsome billionaires, that I’d be okay with it. I’d be okay with going up for auction, that I’d sell myself because it meant I could pay off my student loans, maybe even set myself up financially for life.

  But the thing is, he doesn’t know me. Sure, Mr. White knows me as the sweet and succulent Abby, the one who’s always dying for his dick, begging him to put it anywhere in my body. But he’s never seen me in action, not really … and I was about to deliver the shock of his life.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Jared

  God, the moment had come. Go time was here, the auction was about to begin and I reached for Abby’s elbow, intending her to escort her to a front-row seat. I wanted her to see just what it was about, the huge sums of money trading hands, and who the buyers were.

  Because my brothers are good-looking mofos, I have to admit. Money can’t buy you happiness, but it sure as hell can buy you a lot of other stuff. So yeah, my fellow billionaires have the best personal trainers, the best nutritionists, the best tailors, and it showed. They were handsome bastards and I was sure once Abby got a look, her defenses would crumble, she’d agree to go on the block.

  But as I reached for her elbow, my hand closed on air. What the fuck? I spun around, looking for the brunette. WTF, WTF? Right when it was most important, my girl had disappeared, and I growled with frustration. How the fuck could this be happening? I’d brought Abby here specifically for this purpose, and now at the climactic moment, she was nowhere to be found.

  “Where is she?” I growled. “Did you see her?” I asked my friend.

  But Xander merely shook his head, shrugging, reaching for that mean blonde.

  “Naw, but I’m sure she’s around somewhere. Pretty one you got,” he drawled suggestively before striding off, his companion trailing from his arm.

  I spun around again, looking for Abby, eyes searching through the crowds, hoping for a glimpse of brown curls, a flash of those curvy assets. Goddammit! Where was she? When I foun
d her, I was gonna throw her over my lap and give that ass a good beating, finishing with my joystick in her bottom.

  But it was hopeless. The brunette had vanished in a flash, exactly when I’d turned my back for a second. How the fuck did she pull off this trick? The girl had barely been able to walk in heels, teetering around like a baby giraffe, reaching for my arm to steady herself. And more than once, she’d fallen against me, pressing her breasts into my arm with a small gasp of “Sorry Daddy!” Bullshit. That girl was bad in heels, yeah, but what she’d really wanted was to press those titties against my strong arm, giving me a sample of the good stuff.

  But evidently, the brunette was fleet-footed because she’d vanished without a trace and as the crowd drew around the concourse, I had no choice but to follow. Goddammit, goddammit! Abby was infuriating, this girl had such a way of screwing up even the best laid plans. And now it was too late because as the mass closed in around the raised dais, the lights dimmed and a spotlight snapped on, blinding in its glare.

  “Welcome to the Billionaires Ball Auction,” chimed a dulcet female voice. “Tonight we will be showcasing some of our finest goods, the most succulent female flesh available in the Continental United States and beyond. Handlers,” she continued, “please lead Article Fifty-Four onto the stage, we’re ready to begin.”

  And with a hush, the crowd quieted, the stage lights focusing on a hidden door by the rear. It opened with a silent hiss, revealing a girl in a midnight cape, hood draped over her face, men in black masks gripping her elbows. Slowly, she was led into the center of the dais, men and women looking on from all around.

  “Article Fifty-Four,” the female voice commanded. “Please remove your cape.”

  The woman didn’t budge, silent and still, but the handlers took over and slowly pulled the velvet material from her frame. A hushed gasp rose from the crowd because of course, the girl was stunningly beautiful. The blonde couldn’t have been more than nineteen, with big blue doe eyes and golden skin, all of it blemish-free, clad in nothing at all.