Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  “Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine… pleased to meet you by the way, my name is Stacy,” the first girl says and sits down on a chair. One of the spotlights shines across her face and it turns out to be Stacy Donovan, Jenny’s friend and business partner! She smiles and thinks to herself, “If this was good enough for Jenny and helped her to find the right man, then perhaps it will work for me too!”

  Stacy thinks back to the conversation she had with Jenny at the office earlier that day and wonders what her best friend would think if she had to know the precise details of the actual plan she’s made to find herself a man. She knows that this is a slightly risky business and she wonders what will happen if she is also bought and chosen for some kind of gang bang, just like Jenny was. But she realizes that risk is a part of this game and she is still ready and willing to go through with it all.

  An announcer walks out on stage and takes the microphone to great applause from all of the men present. Stacy looks out at the crowd from behind the curtains and she estimates that there are easily more than three hundred men in the audience. There is an expectant electricity in the air as the first girl walks out onto the stage, stark naked. She’s a beautiful, dark skinned girl with long, black hair and there is something Spanish about her appearance. The men go absolutely wild and very soon the bid is up to three hundred thousand dollars.

  “I’ve got three hundred thousand dollars… Who will give me three hundred and fifty… Three hundred fifty?… how about three hundred fifty thousand dollars!” the auctioneer shouts excitedly.

  “Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars going once… going twice… aaaaand the bid is awarded to the gentleman in the front row for three hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” the auctioneer shouts and everyone applauds enthusiastically. Some guys make catcalls and some others wolf whistle from the midst of the crowd.

  Stacy cast a furtive glance at the young, playboy looking type in the front row who has just spent three hundred and fifty thousand dollars on the virgin of his choice. He looks very excited with his winning bid and immediately walks backstage to go and meet the girl. For some reason, Stacy cannot help but feel that it would be a letdown if someone like the young playboy had to put up the winning bid on her… she kind of feels as if it would be good karma for her to follow in Jenny’s footsteps and spend the night with more than just one guy banging her.

  As the next couple of girls are auctioned off, it becomes clear that there are some groups bidding together on some of the girls. When Stacy realizes this fact it immediately sends shivers of excitement down her spine… It might just be possible for her to also get auctioned off to a group of hungry men and follow in the footsteps of her fortunate friend. The winning bids range from three hundred thousand upwards and one girl even gets auctioned off for five hundred and fifty thousand dollars. But no one has come close to matching Jenny’s price of seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars yet and Stacy feels almost certain that the evening will not deliver a bid quite that high again.

  “And now, ladies and gentlemen… or, let me rather say gentleman as we have no ladies bidding here tonight,” the auctioneer says to spontaneous laughter and applause from the audience, “ we now come to the very last girl for the evening and I can assure you that we have kept the best for last… this beautiful brunette has a body to die for and she is worth every last cent you can afford!” The auctioneer motions for Stacy to walk up on stage and, without thinking about it any longer, she gets up and walks out into the spotlight. At first, it feels slightly strange to be naked in front of so many men, but she quickly gets used to it and starts strutting her stuff to the sound of some lively rock and roll music playing in the background.

  When the music stops playing, the auctioneer starts the bidding process immediately.

  “For this beautiful girl I’m going to set the opening bid at two hundred thousand dollars…, On! That gives me two hundred thousand dollars?”

  Stacy looks out at the sea of male faces in front of her and suddenly wonders if the auctioneer has not bitten off more than he can chew. What will happen if no one wants to offer even two hundred thousand dollars for her? Just imagine the humiliation…

  “Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” someone shouts out from the middle of the crowd and when Stacy looks in the direction where the voice came from she sees a familiar face. At first, she cannot quite place the guy’s face in her memory and she doesn’t quite know why she recognizes him. But then she thinks back to the night when Jenny was auctioned off from the very same stage she’s standing on herself and she realizes that it’s one of the bikers who was also there that evening!

  “That’s the spirit! I’ve got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars… Who will give me three hundred?”

  Stacy looks out over the crowd again and now, at least, the bid stands at a decent total. It’s still the lowest bid of the evening, but Stacy feels that she will be able to live with it if she only gets two hundred and fifty thousand dollars out of all this.

  “Three hundred thousand dollars!” a smart, elderly gentleman shouts out from the front row and Stacy feels her heart beating wildly in her chest. It’s one thing to stand next to the stage and watch one of your friends being offered hundreds of thousands of dollars for her virginity, but it’s quite something else to actually do it yourself and to feel the incredible power of realizing that men are prepared to pay such mind blowing sums of cash to spend one night of passion with you.

  “Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Now that’s what I call a decent bid” the auctioneer shouts through his microphone and waves his free arm frantically through the air, “Now who will give me four hundred thousand dollars for this beautiful girl… just take a look at her, she is certain to blow your mind if you can get to spend an evening alone with her!”

  Stacy looks over at the biker who placed a large bid earlier and she sees him talking to some of his biker friends. They all seem to be in agreement as they excitedly nod their heads and the next moment the man shouts out, “Five hundred thousand dollars!”

  There is a hushed silence for just a moment and then the entire place erupts. Everyone cheers wildly and some people applaud the bid of half a million dollars. Stacy smiles broadly as she realizes that she has now received the second highest bid of the evening. It gives her a tremendous boost of self-confidence and she starts shaking her body sensuously on the stage while all of the men watch with hypnotized attention.

  “Six hundred thousand dollars!” Someone shouts out and this time you’d swear that all these men were football fans and they were at a Super Bowl final. People shout and cheer wildly and high five the rich young man who has just placed a bid for six hundred thousand dollars, the highest of the evening!

  Stacy is so excited that she runs her hands sensually across her breasts and naked body. It’s a gesture of celebration and she enjoys flaunting her sexuality for all the rest of the men to see. She fully expects to hear the auctioneer closing the bid on six hundred thousand dollars any moment now and, even though she would’ve loved to have spent the evening with the group of bikers, she feels that six hundred thousand dollars will go a very long way towards providing her with the financial ability to invest heavily in her and Jenny’s magazine and to become an equal partner in the business in every possible way. She looks over at the group of bikers one last time and blow them a seductive kiss. They all look at her with hungry admiration and she sees them talking amongst themselves. She imagines that they are trying to console each other about the fact that they couldn’t seem to put up the winning bid on her. Then the biker who has done the bidding so far turns around and looks straight at her while she is still strutting her stuff on stage. He seems to hesitate for just a moment and then turns to talk to his friends again.

  “Six hundred thousand dollars! Do I hear anyone saying six hundred and fifty thousand? Six hundred and fifty thousand for an evening with this beautiful, buxom brunette!” the auctioneer shouts and Stacy can hear a
murmur going around the room as all the men whisper to each other.

  “Six hundred thousand dollars! Going once… going twice…” The auctioneer hesitates for just a moment and then Stacy sees the biker turning towards her again and slowly raising his arm up in the air. The auctioneer realizes that he still needs to give the man an opportunity for a last ditch effort to improve on the bid of six hundred thousand dollars, so he waits for just a second.

  “One million dollars!” the biker shouts out and the room goes absolutely silent. You can hear a pin drop and Stacy finds herself wondering if the guy has just made a joke… or perhaps a mistake. But the biker punches the air with his first and shouts it out again, “One million dollars for that girl!”

  The applause that breaks out right after that is even louder than anything Stacy has heard so far during the evening and she jumps up and down with delight as she realizes that the seemingly impossible is actually true. The group of bikers have just offered One Million Dollars for her virginity and a moment later she hears the auctioneer shouting out above the ruckus.

  “One Million Dollars going once, going twice… sold for One Million Dollars to the gentleman there!”

  Stacy walks off the stage in a daze of excited bewilderment and she soon sees the group of bikers walking over in her direction. She doesn’t wait for them and starts walking towards the group to meet all of the testosterone filled bikers for an evening of unadulterated sexual fun and excitement.

  Stacy’s heart beats wildly in her chest and she can’t wait to see if the rest of this Virgin Auction will work out just as well for her as it worked out for her best friend.

  ***End of Main Story***

  For your reading pleasure, I have also included an exclusive NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED Story – “No Secrets Anymore” which follows on the next page. Go ahead and enjoy!

  No Secrets Anymore – An Exclusive Never Before Published Romance

  Blurb

  Sahara Daniels has never gotten much out of life. She has always found herself trapped in a one-horse town, wanting to break free but not knowing how. Discouraged constantly by her parents and those around her, to look for a better life, the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in her town feels as though she is ensnared in a cage of gold. While she wants for nothing material, she is hidden from the world and shunned from those in the town because her wealth makes her an outcast.

  Sahara simply wants more out of life but lacks the experience to know exactly what she is looking for.

  Anthony Shields is a businessman with billions to burn and a list of clients to keep off his late father’s ledger. Yet, while Anthony sees potential in his father’s business and has obviously been able to reap the rewards, something about his father’s success simply isn’t clicking as Anthony hopes having a face to face with one of his father’s biggest clients is the best way to gain the respect of those who now work for him.

  However, what he finds when he arrives is not at all what he is expecting. In addition to his father’s unruly client, Anthony also finds Sahara, a woman who intrigues him more than he would like to admit.

  With the couple be able to break through the boundaries the other has set, to find love, or will old money and business relations keep them from happiness; not only with one another but also as a result of figuring out the secrets that they have yet to admit even to themselves?

  Chapter 1

  A sensual scent filled the air that surrounded us as our breath intertwined salaciously.

  The feel of his lips, softly dancing across my skin set it ablaze with passion.

  Neither one of us cared that we were in a garden, surrounded by nothing but nature, inhibited by nothing but our own imagination.

  I ran my fingers through his hair as he rocked me back and forth; his strong embrace releasing me from all my fears.

  I groaned as his lips graced my throat and his tongue teased my sensitive skin, which grew warm with raging passion. The rumble of his salacious chuckle erupted against my throat, echoing down to awaken my womanly desires.

  Tilting myself back, I slid my fingers down his chest. Even atop the dress shirt he was wearing, I could feel his rippling muscles dance under my fingertips.

  Feeling him pulse against me, I pulled away, instantly in need of him.

  I wanted him inside of me, before we were caught and before I lost my nerve.

  After all, this level of rebellion was not something I was accustomed too.

  Yet, everything about Anthony Shields made me feel something I was not accustomed to, so it made sense that I wanted to revel in his essence as intimately as possible...

  Growing up, I had always looked forward to turning eighteen. It was supposed to be a rite of passage; a turning point in your life where a person was finally able to make their own choices.

  After all, it was the designated age for adulthood and so things were supposed to change.

  Was I upset that the drinking age wouldn't come around for another three years? Hell no!

  One of the benefits to living in the south is the openness and bountiful places to get lost, or stuck and have a legitimate excuse in the slower-paced lifestyle. With what there was to do in the sticks, there was plenty of room to do it where only the foolish, or the particularly rowdy would be caught.

  No, I was looking forward to a more literal sense of freedom. I was counting the days until I could bust out of the confines of this town and strike out on my own.

  However, I quickly learned, after reaching eighteen that having a car and the power of adulthood behind me wasn't the key to the world I was hoping it would be.

  In fact, it didn’t take long for me to realize that what adulthood meant for me was forced socialization and a stricter view of who I spent my time with.

  Up until my eighteenth birthday, if I were to bring home a cowboy or rebel in any other forbidden manner, I was going through a phase.

  Now, whenever I did anything my parents, or the church deemed inappropriate, I was acting like a child and I should know better.

  The problem with that was, I did know better, I just wasn't ready to do better.

  Maybe I never would be and unlike my parents and the rural community in which we lived, I was okay with that.

  I've never been the traditional southern bell that everyone expects from a family of my prestige but what has the status quo have to offer me?

  Apparently, it has to offer nothing more than added responsibility in the same town I looked so forward to escaping and far more frequent mandatory dinners.

  Tonight, was one of those nights. My parents thought that me now being an adult, I should sit through their boring dinners, smiling and acting interested until the old bastard finally had the decency to leave.

  This was for my parent’s wellbeing and continued wealth. While I understood the basics of their ideas, that didn’t mean I had any interest in it.

  The day I received my inheritance, I was going to use it to follow my dream, whatever that was. I knew that before I could commit to wanting anything, I had to get out of this town and figure out what there was to be excited about.

  Small town politics and spending my whole life looking forward to a roll in the hay was far from what I wanted in my life.

  I wanted adventure, excitement, and something more than this southern wasteland. However, since I had never had the ability to venture into the outside world, beyond the town limits, I had no idea what to expect. I could be a world traveling prodigy, or I could be a vagrant. I might not know much about the real world, but I knew enough from watching the blue-collar workers struggle to make ends meet and drown their sorrows every Saturday night that I didn't want to be like them.

  So, if I was going to run, it was going to be towards something. I needed a purpose, or a plan, which I hadn't been able to devise quite yet. Therefore, I wasn't about to forsake my family’s wishes and my fairly stress-free lifestyle simply out of curiosity.

  I realized that until I could figure out a solid plan
, I still needed my parents. It was something I was slightly ashamed to admit and the cynical part of me had concluded that they wanted it that way. Yet, since I knew my boundaries and was certain that leaving home with nothing would ensure certain disaster, I had incentive to play nice.

  So, when they requested I join them for another boring dinner with a man who could be my grandfather, simply to show face, I begrudgingly agreed.

  Dinner was served at exactly 6pm and the table was set for a traditionally country, home-cooked meal.

  Of course, there was no alcohol, since we were a good Christian family and knew to keep our liquor where no one would find it but otherwise, it was a magnificently charming display.

  My mother had made home-cooked fried chicken and mashed potatoes with green bean casserole and chocolate pie for dessert.

  One thing I had to say about my mother, was her ability to cook was a true gift. She could make anything taste good.

  Which, when she tried to teach me how to cook and I almost burnt the house down, I'm sure it was quite a disappointment.

  My mother had only asked me to help her prepare a meal once and I had screwed it up. Instead of trying to teach me, she had told me I was unteachable and never tried to show me anything culinary ever again.

  When my father found out what had happened, he mumbled something about pitying my husband and hoping he had enough money to hire a chief.