Sophie's Menage

by Jan Springer

  A little while ago, Marley had popped in and told her Steve and Eric were out there with a close up view of the auction. She’d wanted to bolt right then and there. She still wanted to leave.

  She should abandon her plans of throwing herself in their face and then leaving with the highest bidders. But thinking about an escape made terrible guilt wrap around her. Marley and Claire had given up their Saturday afternoon and part of their evening to be here at the Club.

  Before coming here, Claire had curled Sophie’s hair into luscious bouncy curls and had given her toe nails and fingernails a spectacular pink polish that matched her dress. Marley had done a fabulous job with makeup, illuminating Sophie’s eyes with pink and white eye shadow.

  Both women had assured Sophie that she was doing the right thing in participating in this auction. Aside from her moving on from her men, the auction had a good cause. All proceeds were going to the local hospital’s children’s wing. The latter was why she forced herself to stay in the lineup.

  But as the women in the lineup in front of her slowly disappeared into the adjoining room to be auctioned off, Sophie’s heart cracked like thunder in her ears. She had to be crazy doing this. Steve and Eric would think she’d totally flipped her lid…or that she was desperate.

  That last thought had her cringing, but then an odd burst of defiance snapped through her. Who cared what they thought. She was doing this so she could get back at them and if they didn’t like it, that was their problem to deal with, not hers.

  “Hey, your turn,” a woman from immediately behind her whispered.

  Sophie nodded and for a heart wrenching moment she froze. She couldn’t do it.

  But she had to! She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and heard her name shouted for all to hear.

  “Next up is Sophie,” Jaxie called over the microphone.

  Sophie’s legs began to tremble.

  “Come on out, Sophie,” Jaxie prodded.

  Oh no. Here goes.

  She didn’t remember walking into the room, but suddenly she was there on the dance floor. Cheers and whistles sliced through the air and she resisted wincing at the noise. Thankfully the room was lit in such a way that she could barely see past the first row of tables. She licked her dry lips and strolled around the dance floor as she’d been instructed to do earlier in the evening during rehearsals.

  “Sophie has presented herself for auction because she loves having her ass spanked,” Jaxie said into the microphone. “She’s giving all you hot male contenders a glimpse at her sexy butt cheeks.”

  Sophie gazed at the nearby tables and spied Marley and Claire smiling at her. They clapped and whistled the loudest. Their presence gave her more courage and she grinned back at them grateful for their presence. They were such dear friends. She would not let them down.

  As she continued walking along the edge of the dance floor close to the tables she suddenly got an awesome prickling feeling at the nape of he neck. Someone was watching her and as she followed her instincts, she peered at a nearby table where she met the surprised gazes of Steve and Eric.

  Their fists were clenched around their beer mugs. She noted a muscle twitch in Steve’s cheek. It did that when he was mad and as Eric continued to stare at her, his face darkened.

  Yep, they were pissed off that she dare auction herself to other men. Their reaction made her smile. Marley and Claire had been right. Rachel might have been right too. Maybe they had come back to town for her? Dare she hope? No! She couldn’t allow herself to go down that road again. She wanted better for herself.

  “Turn around, Sophie, so the bidders can see your luscious spank buns,” Jaxie’s voice reverberated around the large room.

  More cheers and whistles. Eric’s gaze continued to darken and Steve’s muscle twitched even more.

  Sophie did as instructed. She spun around right in front of Steve and Eric and even bent over so they could get a good look at what they’d be missing. The cheers had her smiling. Eric and Steve could kiss her ass for all she cared.

  *

  Eric’s fingers tightened around his frosty beer mug as he stared at Sophie’s creamy smooth buns silhouetted against that sexy dress she wore. Man! His eyes had just about bugged out of his head when Sophie had pranced onto the dance floor. She looked ultra-hot in the curve-hugging dress and by the way Steve’s mouth was hanging open as he gazed at her, his friend would be agreeing with Eric’s perception.

  Sophie even teasingly wiggled her cute butt at them and his cock hardened as he remembered sliding his shaft into her tight vagina or slipping it into her super-tight blushed ass. It appeared he had been all wrong about her. The irritating cat-calls and whistles from the men showed she was quite popular around here.

  Irritation sizzled through him. Over his dead body was he going to allow any of these men to spank her cute derriere tonight. She belonged to him and to Steve and he would make sure she knew it. As she straightened and then began a sexy prance around the dance floor, ultra-naughty visions of how he was going to punish her began to dance around in his head.

  *

  Through narrowed eyes Steve watched Sophie put on her sexy little show. She strut around like a pro. Her ass cheeks quivered with each step, and her full breasts pushed proudly against that tight lacy material. His palms ached to hold her heavy globes in his hands and his swollen cock trembled against the restraints of his too tight pants.

  The longer she cavorted, the more he wanted to bend her over his knee and smack that luscious butt of hers. The louder the men cheered, the more he craved to punch each one of them in the nose. He noted she wore some bondage gear too. Leather ankle and wrist cuffs. She wanted to be dominated, did she? He grinned as an idea sprang to mind. He’d make her regret teasing them and he would make sure she’d give a damn about them this time around, whether she wanted to or not.

  *

  Sophie couldn’t believe she’d actually gone through with stomping around in front of all those men the way she had. It had been terrifying, yet exhilarating at the same time. Especially when she’d caught sight of Steve and Eric.

  Oh! The fierce looks on their faces. They’d been livid. She knew those expressions. Had seen them in the old days when other men had tried to pick her up when the three of them had come to the Club on Spank-Me Ménage Nights. She’d loved that they were jealous because it made them spank her harder.

  She trembled at the memories of searing heat, sweet pain and the accompanying pleasure blistering over her trembling body as they used canes or whips or their palms on her intimate body parts.

  “Hey, you did really good out there, Sophie,” Marley said as she and Claire crowded around her in the now nearly empty back room where she’d been instructed to wait until she learned whether some men had bid on her.

  “Yeah, you wouldn’t have guessed that you were about to pass out,” Claire laughed and then she threw her arms around Sophie’s neck and hugged her warmly. A hug was exactly what Sophie needed and she felt herself being grounded.

  “Just kidding about the passing out,” Claire added as she let go.

  “Did you see their faces when you first stepped out? A feather could have toppled them over,” Marley gushed.

  “And then they looked like they could kill someone,” Claire giggled.

  A sudden bout of guilt slammed into Sophie. She shouldn’t have treated Eric and Steve in that way. Parading around the way she had and making herself available to strangers was not a good idea.

  “Oh, oh, she’s frowning again,” Claire said softly.

  “Not good. Come on, sweetie, cheer up. Time to move on with your sex life,” Marley said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her sympathetic gaze.

  Sophie knew they meant to boost her morale, but it didn’t work.

  “Maybe I should go out and talk to Eric and Steve. Maybe apologize?”

  Marley shook her head and frowned. “Oh, no sweetie. Right after you were finished, they left their tables. I’m afraid they left.�
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  “Oh.” Reality sucked. They were gone and she was just dreaming about getting back together.

  “There you are!” Jaxie’s jovial shout split through the room. For a moment Sophie thought Jaxie was talking to one of the other handful of women, but then she stopped right in front of them.

  “Ladies, what are you two doing holding up this girl? She’s got herself the highest bid from the whole auction. The two men have ordered one of the most expensive luxury spanking rooms upstairs for her and she can’t keep them waiting.”

  Sophie swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly too dry. She had the highest bid? No way.

  Jaxie smiled widely.

  “They want you very badly. They wouldn’t take no for an answer and here, this is for you...to your room.”

  Both Marley and Claire inhaled softly and Sophie’s tummy did a nervous flip as Jaxie held up the most gorgeous key she’d ever seen. It was a silver skeleton heart key. The entire length was emblazoned with small glistening pink diamonds. Absolutely breathtaking.

  “Don’t lose it. The diamonds are real,” Jaxie said with a wink.

  She continued. “You’d better hurry as they’ll be there soon and you don’t want to keep your sultry evening waiting. Rachel will meet you in the upstairs locker room with further instructions.”

  Sophie nodded numbly as she stared at the key. It truly was extravagant. Who would bid on her in such a lavish way?

  “Be on your way, Sophie,” Marley said as she gave her a quick hug.

  “Be naughty, girl. As naughty as you’ve ever wanted to be,” Claire whispered and winked.

  The three women hurried out of the room leaving Sophie unsure of what she should do. Should she stay and go upstairs and get on with her life? Or leave?

  She knew her answer.

  *

  “Sorry I’m late,” Rachel called out as she rushed into the empty locker room where Sophie had been impatiently pacing.

  Sophie merely nodded. She was so nervous and her mouth was so dry she wasn’t sure she could even speak.

  “Here are your instructions but don’t open the letter until we get to the room because we’re behind schedule. This is so exciting and so romantic!” Rachel gushed as she handed Sophie a pink envelope.

  Romantic? How was that possible when she was going to have spanking sex with two complete strangers who’d literally bought her in an auction? Oh, how in the world had she allowed herself to be talked into this craziness by her two best friends? And why was Rachel looking so doe-eyed as she motioned for Sophie to follow her?

  As Rachel led Sophie along the long hallway and past closed doors, sultry moans and sharp smacks of flesh against flesh zipped through the air. Sophie hadn’t been upstairs since Jaxie had renovated the Club. Everything smelled new. Fresh wood and different scents whispered around her. She recognized vanilla, strawberry and even watermelon.

  The doors to the rooms were painted different shades of colors. White, pale blue, pastel yellow, bright red and other colors. She noted that each door had different insignias of hearts on them. Maybe Rachel was right? It did seem romantic if one’s heart was truly into it. After all this was sex based on fantasy and if she did connect with the two men who’d bought her, then maybe it could turn into a real relationship, just as it had with Steve and Eric.

  When they reached a pretty pink door near the end of the hall, she discovered the insignia on the door was the same as her key.

  Oh, boy. Her room.

  “You can use the key to unlock the door and then we can get started.”

  Rachel smiled warmly at Sophie, but that didn’t decrease her nervousness. Heck, she didn’t remember ever being this nervous, not even the first time she’d been at the Club with Eric and Steve. Her fingers trembled as she slid the key into the keyhole and twisted. The door unlocked and Rachel quickly opened it. She ushered Sophie inside, closed the door behind them and instructed her to wait in the short hallway, which was also painted pink.

  A flowery scent that she recognized as apple blossoms wafted through the room. The men had romantic taste. Pink was her favorite color and the scent of apple blossoms held her attention. The smell reminded her of the two apple trees in her backyard. When the trees were in full bloom, their sweet scent whispered through her open windows and into her bedroom

  “Read the letter while I get things ready. Oh my gosh, this is so exciting,” she said and brushed by Sophie.

  Sophie almost laughed out loud. In the vibrant way Rachel was behaving it almost appeared as if Rachel was the one who was going to have a ménage tonight. She wanted to ask Rachel if she knew who’d won her, but she held her tongue.

  It was obvious from the longing smile plastered on her face as she disappeared down the hallway that Rachel was in romance land. If Sophie were to admit to her that what was about to happen tonight between her and two strange men was anything but romantic, she doubted Rachel would even believe her. The woman most likely had no clue about having a sexual fetish, let alone an overwhelming need to be spanked while having sex.

  She stared at the pink envelope and noticed her name written in a strong, bold handwriting. . She opened the letter and withdrew a single sheet of pink paper, which interestingly enough, also smelled of apple blossoms.

  Sophie,

  We enjoyed viewing your sexy behind during the auction and we knew we just had to have you for our evening spankathon. We want to watch your creamy flesh blush pink and to feel your sweet skin burn beneath our palms. We wish to give you the spanking adventure you crave and to make you come over and over again while we double-penetrate you. Please follow your server’s instructions so she may prepare you.

  Your partners.

  Sophie inhaled a sharp breath as visions of hot palms and paddles blushed painfully across her heated buttocks. Who were these guys? And why were their words turning her on so much? It was as if they had climbed into her thoughts and knew exactly what she wanted.

  She slipped the pink paper back into the envelope and set it along with the key on a nearby shelf located beneath a small mirror on the wall. As she gazed into the mirror and saw how pink her cheeks were, she knew she’d made the right decision in finally pushing beyond her past, even if it did hurt like a bitch to let Eric and Steve go the way she had.

  “Come on in,” Rachel called out.

  Okay, here goes.

  A second later she stopped and gazed around the room. Gorgeous shades of pink and white was how she could explain the decor. Very feminine and exactly like something she would pick for her own bedroom had she the time to redecorate it.

  A king-sized bed lush with pastel pink and white bedding dominated a corner of the room. Set opposite from the bed was a huge pink claw foot steaming bathtub overflowing with pink bubbles. Her heart skipped a beat as she spied a padded pink spanking bench. The top part of the bench was a little more than waist high while the bottom part was about a foot lower.

  Her breath hitched at the white metal cart laden with plenty of shelves that contained the spanking items they would use on her. Hanging from the ceiling were pink ropes. Directly beneath, on the floor, were coiled ropes.

  How had these men known her ultimate fantasy was to be bound and spanked?

  “Come on over, don’t be afraid,” Rachel grinned.

  Who was afraid? She was creaming.

  “Your males wish for you to be bound when they arrive. So I’ll just secure you. If you can just step beneath these restraints and we can begin.”

  “You certainly do seem to enjoy your job here,” Sophie chuckled as she walked to where the ropes hung from the ceiling.

  Rachel’s smile widened but she said nothing.

  “Do I need to undress?” Sophie asked.

  “Nope. Just remove your shoes. You don’t need to worry about cold feet because the floor is heated.”

  Rachel was right. The floor felt toasty warm beneath her feet as she slipped off her shoes. She was grateful too at not having to undress in front of Rache
l. It would also be a relief to not be completely naked in front of two strange men. At least not until she was fully aroused. At that point she didn’t really care who saw her. When a man spanked her properly, she flew so high she couldn’t think straight. That’s how she hoped it would be tonight. She wanted to sink into the bliss and have many fantastic releases.

  “Lift your arm, please,” Rachel instructed in such a professional voice that for a moment she forgot Rachel actually worked for her too.

  Sophie did as she was told and moments later both her arms were upstretched. Her wrist and ankle cuffs were secured via hook clips to the velvety pink ropes. She couldn’t escape, even if she wanted to.

  “Have fun, Sophie.” Rachel whispered and then she hurried out of the room.

  The silence that followed gave her the opportunity to focus on steadying her breaths as the reality of the situation truly hit home. She was starting anew. Getting back in the saddle, so to speak.

  The funny thing was this was exactly how she’d first met Eric and Steve at the Club. Except back then she’d picked a key from Jaxie’s traditional top hat. That key had opened a door to a gorgeous white frilly room where she’d been tied in much a similar way. Back then she’d been blindfolded. She wasn’t now.

  Sophie froze as a sudden wicked idea snapped through her. What if…Steve and Eric had won her?

  Chapter Four

  Sophie shook her head at that thought. No, they were over. She was wishful thinking again. Steve and Eric would never bid on her at the auction. If she’d been with them, they would have forbade her even entering one. She’d belonged to them exclusively, and she’d loved their territorial jealousy.

  Besides, Jaxie had assured Claire and Marley their names were not even on the list. The guys had looked too surprised when she’d strolled out onto the dance floor. They hadn’t been expecting her to be on the auction block.