by Ivy Smoak
“Ahhh! I can’t believe this is happening!” she whispered.
Beef unchained her and took her to the platform.
Wait! No! I’d been so distracted by all this craziness that I hadn’t anticipated being separated from Chastity. Having her by my side was the only thing keeping me from totally freaking out.
Beef was about to pull the lever when I yelled, “Wait!”
Everyone looked at me.
“We come as a pair.”
“Oh really?” asked the auctioneer.
“Yup,” said Chastity.
“I like it. Name?”
“Raven Black,” I said.
Biff unchained me and took me to the platform with Chastity.
I thought being next to Chastity would make me feel better. But then there was the fact that I was handcuffed in heels and lingerie and about to be auctioned off. Stage fright immediately started to kick in. Was this platform taking us to a stage in front of hundreds of people? For all I knew it could have been taking us straight into the middle of Madison Square Garden. Or into an orgy.
“Bold move,” said Chastity as the platform continued to rise. “I never would have guessed that you’d want to have a threesome with me.”
“What?! Who said anything about…” Then it hit me. Two girls being auctioned off together at a sex club. Yeah, some pervert was definitely gonna buy us for a threesome. “Shit! I’m not a lesbian!”
Chastity laughed. “Single Girl Rule #30: Girl on girl action is only gay if no guys are watching.”
“Wait, that’s actually one of the Single Girl Rules? I always thought you just made that one up.”
“Nope. It’s real. Don’t worry - threesomes can be really fun. There’s nothing more satisfying than jerking a guy off onto a girl’s face. And kissing a girl with a mouth full of cum is super hot.”
I scrunched up my face. Oh God. What have I gotten myself into?!
The platform came to a smooth stop in the auction room. I’d expected to be standing at the front of a room looking out at lots of rich dudes holding little numbered paddles. But instead we were in a circular room surrounded by black glass.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” boomed the auctioneer’s voice through a speaker system. “Next up is a special treat. We’ll start the bidding at 10,000 for the privilege of having Chastity and Raven as your sex slaves for the evening.” He whistled softly. “I envy whatever man wins this one.”
“Whoa, hold everything,” I said.
Beef looked at me. His face was covered, but the way he had his arms crossed and his air of no-nonsense told me he didn’t want me to be talking.
“I selected the purple square. Girlfriend experience. I don’t want to be someone’s sex slave!”
“Which did you select?” he asked Chastity.
“Sex slave, duh.”
Chastity! Why?!
“Well there you have it,” said Beef. “You joined her auction, so you go by her terms.”
“But…”
“Do I hear 10,000?” asked the auctioneer through the speakers. If he was here I would have tried to argue with him more, but he conducted all the auctions from downstairs.
An LED above one of the windows lit up with 10,000.
“I have 10,000. Will you give me 20,000? 20,000?”
Another window lit up with 20. Then another with 30. The bids were flying in.
I stood there completely frozen, but Chastity was loving it. Each time a window lit up she’d blow them a kiss and give them a little shimmy.
“Will you give me 50,000?”
The window directly in front of us lit up with 250,000. I blinked a few times to make sure I was seeing it right.
The auctioneer sounded just as surprised as I felt. “I have 250. Wow. Will you give me 260? 260 anyone?”
A quarter of a million dollars?! Shit! Chastity was right. There was something really sexy about a man being willing to pay a lot of money for your body. And that was a whole lot of freaking money. Was a threesome with me and Chastity really worth that much? If so, we were wasting our time at BIMG. I’d have to ask her if we could shake Dexter down for a $250K threesome once or twice a year. Hell, I’d even take $100K.
“250 going once. Going twice… Sold!”
The winning bid turned red and a panel of the wall slid away.
Beef uncuffed us and walked us towards the room. “Wow,” he said. “$250K sex slaves? The only other time I’ve seen a bid even close to that was when a bunch of guys all chipped in to get some girls for their buddy’s bachelor party. I hope you two are ready to get fucked.”
Chapter 53 - The Onyxies
Wednesday
“Can you tell me the safe word?” I asked Beef as we got closer to the door.
“No,” he replied.
“Please?!”
“No,” he said again.
Damn you, Beef! What had I ever done to make him hate me so? I’d only sassed him a little bit when we first met.
I slowed my pace even more.
Being a stripper at an anything-goes bachelor party was not how I had been planning to make Tanner jealous. I wondered if the groomsmen would be okay with just touching my boobs once. Twice at the most. That was where I drew the line. But I kind of knew they were going to insist on getting their money’s worth. My tits were nice and all…but they’d paid a whole lot. And how was this party even gonna work? Would they have me and Chastity go off into private rooms one at a time? Or would they just tear our clothes off and gangbang us? Hopefully they’ll at least all be handsome…
Then something hit me. Someone had just paid $250K for the night with us. A quarter of a million dollars. I knew it cost a lot to get into the Society, but that much money for one night was on a different level. I only knew two people who had that kind of money - Tanner and James Hunter. And James definitely had not seemed interested in my little striptease the other day.
Was Tanner the one who bought us?! And more importantly…if it was him, was he going to take advantage of us being his sex slaves? Hopefully he’d only take advantage of it with me, because I’d have to murder him if he tried to have a threesome with us.
Beef gave us one final little shove as we walked through the door to meet our owner for the evening.
Please be Tanner. Please be Tanner.
My heart leapt when I saw the back of his bright pink suit.
But then it sunk when he turned around.
Because it wasn’t Tanner. It was that probably-gay guy that I’d met during my apartment hunting date. Pink Ocelot. His hair was somehow even bigger and more gelled than I remembered.
Why would he want us for a bachelor party? I would have thought that getting a few male strippers would have been more his speed.
“Ah, ladies!” he said. “Sorry about the unorthodox bidding. But time is of the essence here.” His phone buzzed. “One moment please.” He held up a finger and typed something frantically on his phone. I’d never seen someone’s thumbs move so fast. Then he left. And then he came back a second later. “Sorry, I’m all over the place. This is a disaster. A DISASTER! But you two are perfect. Seriously, you both look divine.”
Chastity and I looked at each other. I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was: What the actual hell is happening right now?
“Uh…are you okay?” I asked him.
“Am I okay?! No I’m not okay. The show starts in 20 minutes and you two aren’t even in your dresses yet. What are my 400 guests going to think if that curtain opens and it’s just me on stage?”
I blinked. “Did you say 400 guests? And that you’ll be on stage with us?” Then it hit me. It was probably a strip show. And he was going to be stripping with us. That made sense. He’d totally be into stripping for a bunch of dudes. But FOUR HUNDRED PEOPLE?! I was thinking it would be like…5 dudes max. But what if it was something other than a strip show? What if Pink Ocelot was about to rail me on stage?
“Yes. It’s our biggest turnout ever. And everything is g
oing wrong.” He looked like he was about to cry.
I kind of felt the same way. I’d never been so nervous in my life. I had to know what was about to happen to me. “So uh…what exactly are you gonna make us do?”
“I’ll explain while we walk.” He waved for us to follow him out of the room. He was walking so fast that it was hard to keep up in my heels. “Were either of you here for the Onyxies last year?”
“Uh…no?” What the hell are the Onyxies?
He stopped and really looked at us for the first time. “Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you at first. You’re the girl who wished for access to Club Onyx tonight, yes? And you’re her friend?”
“Yeah.”
“Well you’re in for a real treat later tonight then.” For just a moment, his nerves seemed to be replaced by sheer excitement. “But first we have to get through this award ceremony.” We rounded the corner and he nearly ran into a blonde. “Oh, Frankie! Thank God. Can you get these two prepped? I still have to do my vocal exercises and style my hair.”
Ah! Yay! Frankie’s here! But more importantly…was Ocelot implying that he hadn’t styled his hair yet? Because it looked like he had spent hours on it.
“Prepped for what?” asked Frankie. She gave me a wave and mouthed, “Hi, Raven!”
“They’re taking over for Kristen and Isadora.”
“For real? They can’t make it?”
“No. Their plane still hasn’t even landed.”
“Damn, okay.” She put her hands on Ocelot’s shoulders. “Take a deep breath. You’re going to kill it tonight. I promise I’ve got everything all set just the way you want it.”
He exhaled slowly and turned to me and Chastity. “Okay, gotta run. I’m so glad both of you are here. You’re lifesavers. And to thank you, I have a special treat for you at the end of the show.” He winked and sprinted off down the hall.
Special treat?
“Phew, sorry about that,” said Frankie. “Ocelot always gets a little uptight on nights like these. Ah! Raven! I’m so excited that you’re here at Club Onyx. Who’s your friend?”
“Frankie, meet Chastity. You two are gonna love each other.” How could they not? They were practically the same person. Tall, beautiful, and super outgoing. They both would have been blonde too if Chastity wasn’t wearing that bubblegum wig.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Chastity gave her a big hug, apparently not feeling at all awkward about the fact that she was only wearing lingerie.
“This is probably a dumb question,” I said, “But what are the Onyxies? And how many dudes is Ocelot gonna make us bang tonight?”
Frankie laughed. “Come with me. I’ll explain everything.” We followed behind her and she kept talking. “The Onyxies are like the Oscars of the Society. We give awards to all of our best members. You know how there are always a few girls in the background who hand the awards out and guide winners to the green room? Yeah, that’s what you two will be doing. Ocelot’s girlfriend was going to do it, but apparently she and her friend got stuck on a plane. And before that he thought we had lost the Onyxies. Turns out one of the warehouse guys had just confused them for sex toys.”
Ocelot has a girlfriend? That didn’t seem right. But the rest of the evening was starting to make more sense. Like Ocelot’s ridiculous $250K bid. He didn’t want to gangbang us - he was just in a hurry and didn’t have time for a bidding war.
Now that I knew I was safe, I could only think about one thing: Had Tanner really wifey-zoned me?
“Are you here at Club Onyx very often?” I asked Frankie as we continued down a never-ending hallway.
“Yeah. Ocelot seems to have an endless supply of work for me. There’s always some wish to plan or new members to vet or a new room to set up.” She pointed to one of the many doors that lined that hallway. Each door was identical - a big heavy slab with a tablet set in the wall next to it.
“What’s in these rooms?” asked Chastity.
“It depends. The little symbols on the screens are hints about what you might find inside.”
“So what does this one stand for?” Chastity pointed to a door marked with an eggplant emoji.
“Ocelot would kill me if I revealed such a secret.” She sounded dead serious.
But there wasn’t that much to reveal. Because as we passed it, we could hear loud moaning through the closed door. Someone was definitely getting pounded in there. Sexually. Chastity and I both looked at each other. I’m pretty sure I looked horrified. But there was a look of pure glee on her face. She was probably making a mental note to go back to the eggplant emoji room later tonight.
“Hot damn,” she mouthed silently to me.
“Ah, here we are,” Frankie said. “But we weren’t at a door. It was just a solid wall… Until she pulled on a candlestick and the wall slid away.
Another secret door!
This one didn’t lead to a secret closet like my bookshelf. Instead it led to the back of a stage. Stagehands dressed in all black moved walls and taped down wires and wheeled racks of clothes around. Frankie plucked two dresses off a rack and handed them to us. “Let’s hope they fit.”
I’d had quite enough of prancing around in my lingerie, so I slid into the dress as fast as humanly possible. It fit like a glove. And so did the gloves that matched it. They were so freaking silky. For years I’d been wishing that opera-length gloves would make a comeback. There was nothing better than always having a nice germ barrier on my hands.
Frankie smoothed a few spots on our dresses and then handed us a sheet of paper from her clipboard. “Here are your stage instructions. Nothing too complicated. Any questions before I go?”
“Just one thing. Does Ryder come here often?” I was proud of myself for remembering to use his Society name. I’d meant to ask her about Tanner back in the hallway right after I asked if she was here a lot, but we’d gotten totally sidetracked by all that talk about the secret rooms.
“I meant questions about the instructions. Haven’t I told you that I’m not going to dish on Ryder?”
“But we’re getting kind of serious…”
“Really?”
She looked so freaking surprised. Which kind of answered my question of whether or not he was still banging tons of girls in the Society. Fricking frick! “Yes,” I said, trying not to sound deflated.
“Hmm. Okay. Come see me after the show and I’ll spill the tea. And believe me…there’s a lot of tea.”
“As in…he’s banged a lot of girls?”
Frankie laughed. “After the show. Gotta run!”
“Wait!”
She turned around.
“Can you tell me the safe word?”
“No.” She ran off.
“Why won’t anyone tell me the safe word?!”
“You’re going to be fine,” said Chastity. “But I think that pretty much confirms you’ve been wifey-zoned.”
“Hmm…I don’t know.” I fidgeted with one of my gloves. “What if the hot goss about Tanner is that he’s always a perfect gentleman and has never slept with anyone, despite all the girls here throwing themselves at him?”
“Maybe. I’m happy to ask around if you need me to confirm. The way I see it, we have three primary objectives this evening.” She held up three fingers. “First, we need to establish that Tanner has in fact wifey-zoned you. Then we need to find a hot guy for you to fuck so that Tanner’s head explodes. And finally, we need to get someone to tell us what building we’re in right now so that we can find our way back and do it all over again as many times as we need to in order to get you out of the wifey-zone.”
“Okay. That’s a good list.” Except the part about me fucking a stranger. “But can I add something?”
“Sure.”
I held up the instructions from Frankie. “We have to memorize these immediately.” Being on stage was terrifying. But being on stage without knowing what the heck I was supposed to be doing? That was literally the worst thing I could possibly imagine e
ver happening to me.
We both read through the instructions. Luckily our jobs were nice and simple. The one handing out awards just had to stand there and give an Onyxy to each winner as they came up on stage. The other had to escort the winner to the green room after they gave their acceptance speech.
“Which job do you want?” asked Chastity. “It sounds like the greenroom escort will have the perfect opportunity to flirt with the winners. Could be a great way for you to find a lover.”
Lover? Ew. “You can have that job.”
“Me fucking a winner won’t make Tanner jealous.”
“I meant so that you can flirt with the winners and try to get some info out of them. I bet you’ll know everything about Tanner and the exact address of this place by the time I hand out the second award.”
“Challenge accepted. Eeeep! This is going to be so fun!” She reached out and squeezed both my boobs.
I tried to swat her away. “What the hell are you doing?” It was official. She’d completely lost it.
Chapter 54 - Gray Sweatpants GIFs
Wednesday
Chastity reached out again to honk my knockers.
“Would you stop it?” I successfully swatted her away this time. Seriously…what are you doing?
“Single Girl Rule #20: You may squeeze your friend’s boobs no more than twice to compliment a good outfit. I was just telling you that you looked amazing. And you barely let me get a honk and a half in. That outfit deserves two full squeezes for sure.”
“That’s not a rule.”
“I told you there were some new ones since you were last single. Did you even bother to read the list I gave you?”
No. I had not. “Why would you add that one?”
“How many times do I have to tell you? I didn’t make these rules up. But I’m pretty sure it was added as a precaution since so many people are fluid now or something. It goes against the spirit of the Single Girl Rules for a girl to flirt with a girl who doesn’t know the other girl is a lesbian, you know?”
“Sure.” I honestly had stopped listening to what she was saying. I was so damned nervous! “I can’t believe you think this is going to be fun. I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my life. There’s like a 100% chance that I’m going to trip and fall down the stairs while handing out an award.”
