Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  Stacy and I often sit up late at night, discussing our dreams for the future and I realized that most of mine have not come true. Stacy feels that we should start thinking of expanding our magazine by also writing about subjects other than food and travel, but I feel like we should concentrate on just those two subjects for the moment. I know that Stacy’s ideas are a good one, but I don’t want to lose focus now that everything is running so smoothly.

  “I think we can start branching out into new areas as soon as we really feel comfortable with our readership and understand them a bit better,” I say and Stacy thinks about it for a moment before nodding her head.

  “I guess you’re right… Perhaps I’m just being too excited about all of this. To be honest, I can’t think of a time in my life when I have been as passionate and amped for anything as I am right now!”

  “I know exactly what you mean, to me this all still feels like a dream sometimes and if only I can meet the right guy now, my life would be one hundred percent fulfilled,” I say with a bit of a sigh.

  “Don’t tell me about it! I used to date on and off before we started this magazine, but right now I’m focusing on my work so intensely that I can’t even remember the last time I went to a restaurant with anyone other than you,” Stacy says.

  “It’s a real pity you and I cannot have a love relationship,” I say with a naughty grin and Stacy slaps me a mile.

  “Don’t get started with me… You really are a gorgeous girl and if you don’t like boys I’m sure you can find yourself a couple of hot redhead gals in LA to keep you happy,” she laughs.

  “No, I’m okay… I think.” I find myself wondering if that’s really true. Whether I really am okay. Now that I’ve tasted the seduction of professional success it’s quite easy for me to understand how some women spend the rest of their lives just chasing professional promotion without ever sitting down with the guy. There’s something about it which is so empowering and reassuring that it would be easy to forget that I’m also a woman.

  “Do you think it would be possible to run a business like ours and also have a man in your life at the same time?” I ask out of the blue and Stacy seems slightly caught offside by my unusual question. She thinks about it carefully before answering.

  “You know what? That’s actually a very good question… I haven’t thought about it myself, but when I think of all the time we are spending at the magazine I wonder if there really is place for a man in my life right now…”

  “That’s exactly what I thought. But then again, just exactly when do you think it will ever change? The better we do with the magazine the more we are going to invest our time and efforts in it and somewhere along the line we need to make a decision about also having a personal life on the side,” I say.

  Stacy doesn’t have a ready answer to my concerns, so we just start talking about something else. But later that night, when I lie awake in my brand-new king-size bed, I think back to the night at the mansion. The more I think back about it, the more I seem to remember the blonde guy with the Dragon tattoos… Everyone else who took part in that night of passion have faded from my memory, but for some reason that one blonde guy seems to have come more sharply into focus as I keep running over the things we did upstairs in the mansion at the night of the auction.

  “I just wish I could’ve met you under different circumstances,” I whisper to no one in particular and my hand sneaks down to my pussy and starts exploring its wet depths as I try to remember exactly how his touch felt against my naked body. In my mind’s eye I can see his cock standing erect and I can still recall how it tasted when I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it all the way down my throat… Spicy and salty, with just a tang of lust and desire thrown into the mix to make it taste absolutely perfect.

  I insert two fingers into my pussy and start finger fucking myself until my breathing becomes erratic with the sense of pleasure and excitement… I move my entire hand over the length of my erect clit with fast movements and feel myself sliding even closer to the valley of delight as my excitement keeps growing. I see his gorgeous blue eyes in my imagination and remember the thrill of watching his naughty smile as he shoved his cock all the way into me… It all becomes too much and the next moment my entire body is racked with spasms of exquisite pleasure as I reach an intense climax. I moan loudly as waves of pleasure wash over me and I find myself yearning for him… wishing that he could be right there next to me to share the moment.

  I get up from the bed and decide to take a hot shower. Anything just to get my mind off that guy! But even as I stand there underneath the soothing hot water droplets, I can’t seem to banish him out of my mind. I keep thinking of his look, his touch, his smell and, most of all, his incredible towering presence which seemed to possess my entire body and soul as he fucked me senseless that evening at the mansion.

  When I finally fall asleep that evening I dream of him and I wake up the next morning feeling even more near than the night before.

  “Just get to work and you’ll soon forget all about him,” I tell myself, but I know it’s a lie. As the day progresses at the office, I keep thinking of him all the time and I start fearing that this might be some kind of obsession… an obsession with absolutely no future, as I have no idea where he is and, even if I did, I know that he probably thinks of me as nothing more than a sexual object which provided him and his biker friends with some fun for one evening.

  When I eventually manage to start focusing on an article which I’m writing about a new restaurant in town, I feel a sense of relief and inspiration as the subject finally fills my mind with thoughts other than the blonde biker guy with the dragon tattoos.

  Just when I’m nicely settled and engrossed in my work, Stacy walks into my office and interrupts me.

  “I’m really sorry to disturb you honey, but there is someone here to see you and I really think you’re going to want to see him too,” she says.

  “Oh Stacy, can you do me a favor and just take care of it? I really don’t have time to see anyone now and I’m just getting along nicely with this article over here,” I say, thinking that it’s probably a photographer or one of the new journalists I’ve hired.

  “Like I said… I think this is one office call you want to take personally,” Stacy said and before I can repeat my request that she should handle it herself, I see someone appearing behind her in the door. I feel more than just a little irritated and I’m just about to tell the guy that he should leave with Stacy so she can help him with whatever business brought him into my office but when she moves away and I can see who it is standing behind her. At first, my mind refuses to accept the signals which my eyes are sending to my brain… Surely it cannot be? But it is… It’s the Dragon tattoo guy from the mansion!

  “I’m really sorry to disturb you in your active labor, but I thought I’d just drop by and say hi,” he says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for a guy who’s taken part in a gangbang with me to show up at my work and shoot the breeze. I get up very slowly, partially out of shock and partially in an attempt to stop myself from hyperventilating.

  “How did you find me… I mean, what do you want… I mean…”

  “For the owner of a brand-new magazine you’re not too smooth with words, are you?” He says and I know he’s just making a joke to break the tension, but I feel slightly irritated with what he just said.

  “Well, to be perfectly honest with you, it’s not every day that someone like you arrives here unannounced and I wasn’t exactly preparing myself to make a neat little speech to someone who has… how shall I put it, spent such a raucous time with me a couple of evenings ago.”

  “Oh, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything, no need for you to get riled up or twist your panties in a knot,” he says, “I was just wondering if you would like to go out for a couple of drinks with me later today.”

  Just like that. The guy I’ve been fantasizing about for the last couple of days finally stands in front of me and he
’s acting so obnoxious that I simply cannot find it within myself to say yes to him. A certain part of my body is telling me that I’m an absolute idiot; that I should just jump at this opportunity and have some drinks with him and then go back to his place and bang his brains out… But I’m at work and my intellectual side gets the better of me.

  “You know what? As nice as that sounds, I simply don’t think I’m going to have the time to go out and reminisce about the good old days with you. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I’ve got some work to get on with,” I say and sit down behind my desk again.

  He stands there with a look on his face like I’ve just poured ice cold water all over his enthusiasm.

  “Are you really sure about that? I mean, I was just thinking…”

  “No, I told you I don’t want to go out with you, now if you’ll please excuse me!” I say with such force that he finally turns around and leaves. I suddenly feel as if I want to jump up and run after him… as if I want to grab him and tell him that I didn’t mean anything that I just said. But I’m frozen, stiff in my chair and I do absolutely nothing while the object of my desire disappears the same way he’d come so unexpectedly.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” Stacy asks in a really surprised tone of voice. I look up and she’s standing at my door, shaking her head as if she cannot believe what she’s just heard.

  “What you mean? Do you really expect me to go out with a guy who had a gang bang with me and ten of his biker friends?”

  “Look, I understand that it’s kind of weird for him to show up here out of the blue like that… But did you see what he looks like?!” Stacy exclaims and I know exactly what she means. He looked even hotter than I remembered him in my fantasies and I know that any girl in her right mind would absolutely leap at the opportunity of going out with a guy like him.

  “I know he’s fairly hot, but I just don’t think we’ll ever be able to get past the strange way we met and I’m kind of scared I’ll just end up sitting there all night long with him, feeling uncomfortable or something,” I say in an incoherent attempt to justify my behavior.

  “Jenny Williams, that sentence you just uttered was so incoherent it should be taken outside and shot,” Stacy says with a broad grin, “you know very well that you want him more than you want anything else in this world and if I were you I would just get past my own stubbornness and give the guy a chance!”

  I think about it for a moment and realized that my best friend has a point. “Perhaps you’re right Stacy but, as you can see, he’s gone now and I didn’t take his number so there’s absolutely no way for me to fall down at his feet and do as you suggest.”

  “Don’t you worry honey, from the way he kept staring at your body while you stood there all indignantly, telling him off, I get the feeling he will be back,” Stacy says with a broad grin.

  “How the hell do you know about the way he looked at me? Were you eavesdropping?” I ask with mock indignation.

  “No, I wasn’t eavesdropping. I was standing right here out in the open, watching the whole thing to make sure I don’t miss out on any juicy detail of it,” she says and we both burst out laughing.

  He really is hot, isn’t he?” I say when we finally calmed down.

  “Baby, he’s hot and then some… He’s so hot I think he gives a whole new definition to the entire concept of hotness. Perhaps we should describe him as uber-hot or something,” Stacy says and finally turns around to leave me to my work again.

  I sit there and I try to run through the incident in my mind again to figure out why I acted the way I did. I want him so much, yet a certain part of me is afraid that he just came around because he wants to use me for sex. But, even as I consider this possibility, I find myself wondering if it would be such a bad thing to have a purely physical relationship with a guy like the blonde biker… and I wonder what the hell his name is again? Did he say that it was Brad? Whatever his name is, I suddenly start thinking that, even if it’s only for one night, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing just to jump into his bed and experience some of that same passion again which I shared with him and all his biker friends.… Might even be nice to have him all to myself this time!

  I tried to do some work but I find it really hard to concentrate now. The gorgeous hunk is now more than just a figment of my fantasies and the fact that he’s been here, right here in my office, makes the whole thing very real. I suddenly wonder how the experience at the mansion has changed me. I used to be quite reserved and dismissive of guys by reason of the fact that they never seemed to measure up to the perfect picture of the perfect man I always keep in my mind… a perfect picture which looks exactly like my late father. Right now, I don’t think I’m all that reserved anymore… after all, I now have an incredible sex orgy in my past and it would be hard for me to act all innocent and pure after that. But I still feel like I want to keep all guys at arm’s length and I’m not really sure I’m ready to allow anyone to get close to me just yet. Even if it is just for sex.

  I get back to work and finally finish my article. I glance at my watch and notice that it’s time to go home. Stacy pops in and asks me if I feel like going to the bar for a couple of drinks, but I really don’t feel up to it so I turn her down.

  “No thanks babe, I think I’m just going to turn in early tonight and I’ll see you here tomorrow morning, bright and early,” I say and Stacy waves me goodbye before she leaves.

  I get up, grab my coat and lock the office door behind me before getting into my brand-new BMW and start driving off home. It feels good to go in style and I know that Stacy also enjoys the brand-new Mini Cooper she’s bought herself with the money I loaned her. Whatever happens between me and the blonde hunk with the Dragon tattoos, I still feel very happy with the place I find myself in and even if there is still a part of my life which is slightly empty by reason of the absence of a man in it, I feel like I’m gonna be just fine.

  I decide that tomorrow’s worries can look after themselves as I put my foot down on the gas and drive home in style.

  The next day at the office feels slightly different, almost as if the place isn’t the same anymore. I realized that it now feels as if the place has a history which includes more than just work and the celebration of a new business. It is now place where I have seen him again… The gorgeous hunk from the mansion and I get the feeling that I will never ever be able to get him out of my mind again, now that he has been right here in the sanctity of my own office.

  Chapter 8: Brad

  Over the next couple of days I try absolutely everything within my power to get Jenny to agree to see me again. I’m not sure if she’s trying to play a little game with me, but the first time I call her she asks me what my name is. I can swear that I’ve told her before that my name is Brad and this is the first time in my entire life that a girl has forgotten my name… I repeatedly ask her out and I get the feeling that I’m really close; that she actually wants to go out with me. But, for some unknown reason, she always clams up at the last second and every time I phone her she tells me that she has to go and take care of some urgent work.

  I finally realize that calling her over the phone is not going to do the trick and decide that I’m going to need a different approach. The fact that I managed to find her at all is almost like a sign from above that we are meant to be together and I’m not about to let her reluctant attitude stand in our way. Not now… now that we have a real chance at having something special together.

  I find myself thinking about the old saying that we only want the things we can’t have and I guess there’s a lot of truth to it. The fact that she keeps turning me down is just making me want her more! I think about the whole situation and it seems to me that the whole thing with Jenny is such an absolute conundrum… such a contradiction in terms. You would think that a girl who was willing to give herself to eleven men at the same time would be very open, but Jenny turns out to be one of the most reserved women I’ve ever met in my entire life. It’s almost
as if she thinks I’m not quite good enough for her. This is quite a turnaround for me, as I normally have girls chasing after me and falling at my feet, just for the honor of spending one evening in my bed.

  I finally decide that there is only one way to do this thing. I have to go back to her office, even though she sent me packing with my tail between my legs the previous time I tried it. This time, I stop right in front of her office, and not a block away like I did the previous time. I rev my Harley’s engine a couple of times and make sure that I make such a loud racket that she has to come outside to see what the hell is going on.

  “What on earth is that noise?!” she shouts as she walks outside onto the street and I think to myself that she looks really gorgeous when she’s slightly angry like that.

  “Hi there, I just thought I’d stop by and show you my new bike!” I shout to make myself audible above the noise of the Harley. Then I finally kill the engine so we can hear each other talking.

  “Good Lord but it makes a racket!” she exclaims, but I can see that she’s not really angry. I would describe the expression on her face as something between admiration and surprise.

  “Well, that’s a Harley Davidson for you,” I say with a broad grin, “why don’t we go for a ride?” I think something about the direct way in which I asked her has caught her offside and she doesn’t turn me down immediately like she’s done so many times before. I sense an opening and immediately follow up.