CHAPTER FIVE
Troy
She was gorgeous, the most stunning girl I’d ever seen. Word on the street had been that there was a new one tonight, one who’d never been touched, who was going to set a record price. I didn’t fucking believe it. Last time there was “new product,” it’d been a lie. Evidently, females can get surgery these days to reconstruct their hymen and that’s what happened in this case. Because once her buyer got her home, the whole scheme disintegrated. Literally disintegrated. He’d fucked his dick in, expecting to feel the tear of tissue, but instead he fucked through a piece of cloth, his dick coming out with white fuzz, specks of cotton sticking to it. I didn’t hear what had happened to the female but it couldn’t have been good, Les Wyman isn’t exactly known for his gentle touch. So yeah, don’t pull one on the Billionaires Club, it’s not worth your sanity.
Because we’re running a ring here. It’s not so much prostitution as women who agree to sell themselves for the highest bidder. They do it for a variety reasons, most times financial, but that’s not my problem. All I know is that a couple times a year, there’s an auction and the hottest females come on, selling themselves. Good looks and fine female flesh are a given since hundreds of thousands, if not millions of dollars are exchanged.
And the Club is selective, absolutely, on all fronts. Not only is each girl physically gorgeous, but they’re psychologically vetted too, signing all sorts of documents giving consent, their IDs scanned, background checks conducted, fuck, even IQ tests. It’s like running a gauntlet, the FBI vetting new trainees. But that’s the beauty of the procedure. This is a private club for billionaires, and security is paramount. We’re top shelf, secretive, discreet … and all legal.
Because yeah, this fuckery is all legal. Don’t you love Nevada? This shit is legal in some parts of the Desert State, and we’re careful to keep our operations legit. Low profile, sure, but legit, we pay taxes and report our income, all that stuff. Because no way would I dip my dick in hot water, there’s too much at stake, we hire the best lawyers and accountants to make sure this operation is for real. After all, money talks and we’re a group of rich guys who like to buy beautiful women, enjoying their bodies, their company, playing with them, toying with them, all in exchange for mindboggling amounts of cash.
So yeah, the world is our oyster, and my cock hardened again at the mere thought of the female I’d just purchased. What had they been calling her? The Girl in Gold? It was the perfect moniker because when that cloak had been removed, oh shit, the woman standing beneath was lush, voluptuous and curvy, shimmering in a gold dress. And it wasn’t just the fabric. Her skin glimmered under the lights, glints of honey coming out in her brown curls, and the way her curves undulated on the dais, so generous, so lush and female, my cock practically spurted right then.
I grunted, smirking a little. In fact, I had spurted in the booth, I’d been fisting my cock the entire time, my hand a vise as I watched my little girl parade. Fuck, she’d been entrancing, those huge breasts bobbing, nips hard as she disrobed and then fuck, fuck, fuck. The way she’d touched herself, it was enough to make a man crazy. She’d hummed and moaned, smiling slightly as she stroked herself, pulling apart her nether lips to show her insides, her cunt practically steaming, that pink flesh moist and dripping. And shit, but her clit had been huge, waving and stiff, beckoning for a man to suck, to put his mouth on the nub and give it a good vacuum. That’s when I had my first orgasm, spurting wetly all over the computer, drenching the console with hot male lust, sperm a sticky mess.
But hell, I’m a billionaire. There are people to clean up my messes, who wouldn’t say a word about what they were touching, and fuck it, this was probably par for the course as part of Auction Night. My brothers in their booths were likely doing the same, jacking off at the sight of all the fine product, letting it all go in anticipation of plowing a girl deep later in the evening.
But my competitive streak roared to the fore, like a lion on a rampage, as the brunette showed off her body, that sweet sinuous S-shape. Because I had to have her. Her angelic face, the Cupid’s bow mouth, the pert nose and innocently wide brown eyes were such a contrast to the fertile body below, the giant tits and sweetly steaming pink cunt. I had to have her, there was something about this woman that beckoned to me, like she was singing a siren song that reverberated in my black heart.
So yeah, I went for it because I wanted her to see me as well. I wanted her to see her future master, the man who would completely own her. So I cracked open the door to my booth, nothing more than a sliver of light coming in, but it was enough so that the brunette could make out my face, the way I fucking devoured her female form, lusting after those tits, that cunt, that ass.
And her gasp gave it away. Oh yeah, the brunette saw me, eyes meeting mine across the darkness, and electricity sparked, the crackle of a live wire. Because these are the virgin auctions but that doesn’t mean that a female doesn’t recognize her male, her lover, her master. So her sweet lips parted in a silent gasp and my dick hardened even more. Oh fuck yeah, the Girl in Gold was creaming, lustily showing herself off for me, begging me to buy her, to make her mine.
I grinned again in the darkness of my booth because women always act desperate around me, they crave my hard body, my dark good looks, and most of all, my billions. But what did surprise me was my own reaction. Because a thrill ran through my spine as well. Somehow those caramel eyes called to me, made my heart pound, my breathing go ragged, cock a fucking hammer now. There was something indescribable about this woman, a kind of magic that set her apart, that made the female unlike all the others.
So fuck, I bid like a maniac. I watched as she played with her pussy, revealing her hymen, the delicate tissue whole and intact, and my fingers tapped on the console in a blur, one hand stroking myself as the other banged at the keys, bidding faster, higher, more. And fuck, but some other dude almost topped me. Was it that asshole Ahmed? I hated those fucking Saudi princes with their private planes and fucking Bentleys. Who the fuck drives a Bentley? Only old dudes, but the Saudis hadn’t caught on yet.
But fuck Ahmed, I got the best of him in the end. Because right on the buzzer, I slipped in with a final bid of two million and the Girl in Gold was mine. As the console began flashing “Winner,” I gave it up physically as well. I’d been watching the brunette’s illicit show while pumping myself, my hand going fast up and down my rod, massaging, stroking, forcing myself higher and higher as the girl crested, and at the same moment, we both lost it, my hot fuck arcing out over the computer screen as her pussy visibly spasmed and clenched before me, juices running down her thighs.
And that’s how I knew we were perfect together, that she was mine and mine only. Because without touching each other, with nothing but electric eye contact, the Girl in Gold and I came simultaneously, driving each other so hard, so fast, that we fell off the cliff together, her sweet pussy shaking with spasms as arc after arc of cum spurted in the small booth, roars ringing in the tiny space.
And as the auction concluded, as the female was led wobbling off the dais, she shot one more look at me over her shoulder, beseeching, pleading, the warm caramel gaze speaking their own language. And I nodded. Oh yeah, it was coming. The Girl in Gold was mine to explore, to caress, and yes, to fuck … because she belonged to me now.
CHAPTER SIX
Ellie
I was still shaking from the auction. I’d bared my body to a number of anonymous men, showing them everything, my cunt, my breasts, my ass, touching myself until I came hard. And it’d been the work of the dark man. During the show, my vision had narrowed until it was just me and him in the room, the two of us with a live wire between us, crackling with electricity, nothing for him but me, and nothing for me but him. And because of the dark man, I hurtled over the edge. I lost all my inhibitions, gave it all up in public, orgasming so hard, so strong, so fast that I was panting still, led wobbling down a dark hallway.
But all dreams must come to an end be
cause Miles stood waiting for me like a sour bookend to a wild adventure. Fortunately, they’d covered me with the blue robe again so that that fucker couldn’t see my body, my lush curves still trembling.
“Nice work,” he smirked. “Who knew Rachel’s sweet little virgin friend would be such a slut?”
That threw me into a frenzy and I launched myself at him, small fists ready to tear his hair out, slap his face.
“What the fuck have you done with my friend?” I screamed. “Where’s Rachel? What did you give her to drink?”
But he sidestepped my blows easily, ducking while chuckling, a nasty sounding giggle.
“Rachel’s fine,” he said soothingly. “She’ll be up at auction later, she’s recovering right now so she doesn’t come off like a cow.”
That set me off again.
“Fuck you!” I screamed. “She had one drink! One drink! What did you lace that with? Cyanide?”
And the devious man rolled his eyes.
“Puh-leeze,” he drawled. “If it were cyanide she’d be dead already and I can’t make money off a dead girl. Try sleeping pills. In fact, she should be waking up, oh, about now,” he said casually, glancing at his watch.
I steamed angrily, ears puffing smoke. This fucker was unbelievable, he was talking about kidnapping women and then selling us like we were commodities, something to be traded and exchanged like a pack of gum. How could he? So I spat rudely.
“I hope my buyer defaults,” I said bitterly. “I hope you get nothing from all this.”
But my kidnapper wasn’t fazed at all.
“Naw, Mr. Black never defaults, he’s good for his money,” he drawled casually, inspecting his fingers. And as I watched, Miles pulled out an emery board and literally began filing his nails in front of me. “These dudes are all billionaires and Mr. Black is allegedly the richest of them all. These guys shit money,” he added admiringly. “Their net worths are in the fucking ten figures, I gotta find a way to join the club.”
And I sensed his weakness then.
“You’ll never be a part of them,” I snarked. “You’re just a minion to them, a nothing. You work for them, you’re not one of them.”
But Miles was unfazed, still filing away at a hangnail.
“Maybe, but with more chickadees like you, I’m doing just fine, thank you very much.” And then he looked up, eyes snapping to meet mine. “And you’re going to do just fine too.”
I wouldn’t even meet his eyes, turning my head away stubbornly, gazing blindly into the darkness. Oh sure, I’d be fine, I’d just been sold to some nameless buyer, I could be whisked away to Antarctica and left to die if that’s what this “Mr. Black” wanted. But Miles shook his head.
“Naw, baby girl, you’re gonna come out of this a princess. Financially at least,” he added as an afterthought. “Yeah, I dunno what Mr. Black is going to do to you physically or mentally but he’ll make sure it’s worth your time.”
I snapped my chin to look at him then.
“I don’t care how much money comes out of this, nothing’s worth being sold,” I snarled. “Nothing’s worth being humiliated.”
But Miles cocked an eyebrow skeptically.
“You didn’t look too humiliated out there,” he drawled. “Looked like you liked it.”
And I launched myself at him again, biting and clawing furiously, but the handlers grabbed my arms and held me back so I was reduced to nothing but a snarling, spitting mess.
“Careful kitten, don’t do that with Mr. Black, he’s not gonna be too happy,” remarked Miles, looking bored now. “How much longer before the transaction closes?” he asked someone in the dark.
And there was silence before a voice rang out over the intercom.
“The sale is awaiting final confirmation.”
This was fucking spooky the way the voice came out from nowhere, everything computerized, without a soul. But maybe the Club wanted it that way. Maybe there were only disembodied voices and handlers in masks because identities were being protected, because no one wanted to be associated in their public lives with this sordid affair. No one except Miles that is, because he was literally giggling now, going red in the face.
“Once the transfer is finalized that’s one million dollars in my bank account. Yee-haw!” he whooped in the hall, echoes magnifying the yelp, hopping from one foot to another excitedly, like a small boy who needed to pee. “Yee-haw! One million little fuckers, my shit’s turning green!”
What the fuck was he talking about? Did he think his ass was going to sprout flowers now? But I hated him, hated absolutely everything about him.
“Well you’re getting a bad deal,” I said spitefully. “My price was two million don’t you remember? Or is your brain too small to remember details like that? You’re losing one million in transaction fees. What a chump, you lose!” I spat.
But my abductor merely continued dancing, literally skipping in circles until he came to a halt before me, panting, sweating like a pig.
“Naw, baby girl, like I said Mr. Black is gonna make both of us rich,” he cawed. “I’m getting one million and you’re getting the other half. Although, if you’re too good for the money, you could always give it to me,” he snuffled like a baby elephant.
I stood stock still then. Half the money was coming to me? I was going to receive one million dollars? And Miles nodded, still doing his wiggle.
“You’ll get your share,” he sang, red face flushed, “and I’ll get mine. Once your week is completed, once Mr. Black is done with you, you’ll get your money. So like I said, little girl, you better be good, otherwise you’re gonna be fucked. Or you’ll be fucked anyhow,” he said thoughtfully. “It’s just a question of how hard.”
And I stood stock still, shivering, a chill coming over me. Holy shit. I literally had been sold but this wasn’t the sexual slavery that I was imagining. I’d been sold, but half of the proceeds were coming to me, in this case a seven figure sum. My mind whirled crazily. What could I do with the money? I could buy my mom a new car, her old Subaru was broke down and scratched, the door on the left back side didn’t work anymore. Or even a house. I could buy my parents a house, we lived in a little cottage right now on the wrong side of town, clean and neat but dilapidated, there was no money to fix it up. I could buy them a nicer place, or at least put in a new boiler if they wouldn’t move, make sure they had hot water year-round, that we didn’t have to boil water when the pipes froze.
So I bit my lip hesitantly, feelings in flux. What I thought was a disgusting auction, something completely criminal and outlaw, took on a different light. Because the money made a difference. As ashamed as I was to admit, the seven figure sum made a huge difference, it was going to change my life. And I looked down at my hands, face flushed, even shaking a bit. God, was money really doing this to me? Was the promise of a large sum changing the way I thought, corrupting me, making me think that all this was okay?
Hell no, I shook my head furiously. It was wrong. This was all wrong, and I was still the same Ellie. I’d been kidnapped, my friend had been drugged for crying out loud, and I’d been forced to show myself to a number of anonymous buyers, men who had nothing going for them but vast sums as their disposal. That didn’t make it right. Money doesn’t make anything right, it was how you used your money that was the measure of a person, you can’t just pretend things are okay because you’re rich.
So I lifted my chin again, standing the moral ground. I’d been kidnapped and that was that. No matter how much they paid me, I hadn’t agreed ahead of time, I hadn’t said “Okay, let’s see where this goes.” So yeah, this Mr. Black guy was gonna get a hellcat when I met him, and he better not be wearing a black mask like the others.
But somehow, I knew he wouldn’t be. A niggling feeling inside told me that the dark man, the one with the penetrating blue gaze, was Mr. Black. He’d watched me like a predator stalking its prey, never taking his eyes off me for a second, and at the last moment, when I was being led off, he’d nodd
ed reassuringly. And despite the humiliating circumstances, despite the fact that I was still nude, a thrill had run through my body, making me shiver, tremble, nerve endings sizzling. Because I knew he’d bought me. I knew this had to be my Mr. Black, that I belonged to him now. The question was, when would I meet him? When would our liaison begin? And as if answering my question, a disembodied voice rang out in the darkness then.
“Transfer confirmed. Please escort Article Twenty-One to the preparation chambers.”
The handlers immediately seized my elbows again, dragging me down the dark hallway, my struggles futile. Miles, that dipshit, merely watched, a nasty smirk on his face, wiggling his fingers as I was led away.
“Bye!” he cooed. “Have a good time now! Don’t be a bad girl! And thanks for making me rich.”
I opened my mouth to scream at him, to hurl an epithet, but it was too late. Elevator doors closed around me, the stainless steel sliding shut with a subtle hiss and suddenly I was going down, whisked at such a terrifying speed that my stomach jolted. Where were we headed? Some kind of subterranean basement? What the hell, was this the Pentagon, with miles and miles of underground offices?
But I had no time to contemplate because just as fast as we started, the elevators slid to a halt, a slight ding sounding.
“Welcome,” came the disembodied voice again. “Welcome to the Prep Station.”
And I jolted as the doors hissed open because instead of another warren of dark, bare rooms, a beautiful spa-like haven was revealed. The lights glowed warmly, with fresh flowers everywhere, the unmistakable scent of something fragrant in the air. And a woman sat at a reception desk, blonde, perky, fresh-faced and scrubbed clean, like a real spa employee.
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