by Eva Luxe
I swivel my head around to catch Stacy’s eye, and she flashes me her trademark grin and a thumbs up sign, as if to say, good luck .
My heart races as Sheridan continues. I’m begging the handsome mystery man to bid on me and not let some of these less intriguing guys take me.
“This is Veronica’s first time here,” Sheridan says. “And it will be her first time in many different ways.”
I hear rustling and grumbling among the crowd as the men realize I’m a virgin. During training, Sheridan had asked what important assets we had wanted to stress, and I made sure to highlight this fact since I assumed it would get the highest bids.
“Very nice,” Sheridan had said, obviously impressed.
Now, she flaunts this fact as if I were a peacock displaying my colorful feathers.
“Veronica is guaranteed to never before have been… of service to any client or anyone else for that matter,” she says. “And that is a money back guarantee.”
It takes all my willpower not to look at Stacy and laugh. How exactly would they be able to tell? Am I going to be subject to a virginity exam?
“Lovely,” says a man in the front row. “I would like to place a bid for not only Miss Veronica’s company at dinner but also I would like to spend the entire evening with her.”
The way he says “entire evening” lets me know— just in case there’s any doubt— what exactly he’s talking about.
“Veronica, what he is bidding on including stretching out the entire evening and make it last a very long time,” Sheridan says. “Do you understand?”
I nod, because if I open my mouth I just know I’ll crack up laughing and get kicked out of this nice event. Of course I understand.
But when I look back at the man in the front row— who is dumpy compared to the mysterious mystery man— I realize this is no laughing matter.
Please , I try to mentally signal to the man a few rows behind him— please save me. Please bid higher than whatever he bids.
If he doesn’t save me, then this is going to turn out to be even worse than I thought.
Chapter 7 – Veronica
“One hundred thousand dollars,” says the man in the front row, and I do my best not to do a happy dance, even though I don’t even want to be with him.
One hundred thousand dollars will pay for the first of my mom’s treatment. I can’t believe that’s the opening bid.
“Three hundred thousand dollars for a weekend with the lovely newcomer,” says a man further in the back, whose face I can barely make out. I squint and see that he’s attractive, but still nothing compared to the mystery man.
All I can focus on is “three hundred thousand dollars.”
Enough for three treatments for my mom. I can’t believe it. But before it even has a lot of time to sink in, another man says, “Five hundred thousand dollars. Same request.”
Half a million dollars?
This time I can’t resist taking a glance at Stacy, whose lips are open in a happy smile for me, her teeth showing as her face nods, encouraging me to go through with this. But she doesn’t have to encourage me. I’m so happy to be getting so much money for my mom that I don’t even care that it means spending the night— make that nights — with one of these men. Even if it’s not the mystery man. But as I look back at him, he raises his eyebrow at me and I just know he’s going to bid.
“It looks like you’re in high demand, Miss Veronica,” Sheridan says. “It seems these men are going to have to start wooing you a little harder.”
She addresses the men in the audience.
“Why don’t you guys include a little description of what Veronica will get out of this deal, in addition to the money,” she says. “Because if past experience tells me anything, it seems that there’s going to be a bidding war and she might have to end up picking one of you to win.”
Wow. I can’t even believe it. I guess these men have an endless supply of money that can buy them literally anything . But it surprises me even more than I’m what they want to buy with it.
“For seven hundred and fifty thousand, I’ll take her on a spin in my yacht,” the man in the front row says. “We can have a private party, or a big party where we’ll invite all her friends. And then, the weekend spent with me of course.”
“For a million dollars, I’ll fly her on my private jet to any island of her choosing,” says the other man who was bidding on me. “She can even bring friends. And yes, the weekend with me.”
As enticing as these offers are, I can’t imagine doing any of these things with these men. A knot forms in my stomach as I realize that even though I thought I was offering up everything that I have— my virginity— they want even more . They want me to spend time with them, eat with them, go on private luxury vacations with them. And I don’t even know them.
There doesn’t seem to be anything particularly wrong with these men— other than the fact that they view bidding on a woman as a sport, a game to win based on who has the most money to throw around— but I just can’t imagine being with them in an intimate setting. Sex is one thing— wham, bam, thank you ma’am style— but what they’re asking for is something altogether different.
I’m beginning to want to ask Sheridan if it’s too late to qualify the terms of this arrangement. I’d told her I’d sell “everything, including my virginity” but I’m wondering if I can tell her I meant everything sexually, not emotionally. I’m not even sure how I would explain to my parents where I’m off to for the weekend, or week, or however long these men are wanting to spend with me. I guess I’d say I was going on a trip with Stacy, but they’d probably think that was pretty strange considering my heavy course load.
Thinking of my mom is what convinces me to remain quiet. I need to do whatever it takes to get her those treatments. Which, I know, includes standing here and smiling pretty no matter what these men are requesting. So, I do.
Finally, the mystery man clears his throat. I look into his blue eyes and the way he turns the corners of his full lips up at me as if to say, “I’ve got this, I’m here to save you like you asked me to,” and I feel wetter than I ever have in my entire life. All I want is for him to fuck me for my very first time.
My face blushes at the thought of him fucking me—and the fact that the word “fuck” was the first thing to cross my mind when I looked at him— as he says, “I’d like to pay two million dollars.”
There’s an audible gasp heard around the room. I widen my eyes at him. I can’t help but sneak a glance at Stacy, who is bouncing around in place as if doing her own little happy dance for me.
“That’s a hefty amount,” Sheridan says. “More than has ever been paid. Might I ask what you are requesting with that bid?”
“I need a bride,” the man says.
Did he just say bride ?
A chill runs through my entire body. I have no idea how to react to that. I must be in complete shock, because it doesn’t even seem real. He hasn’t even met me, and he’s wanting to marry me?
“A fake one,” he says next.
I don’t know whether to be relieved or offended. So, it’s not real. He’s wanting some strange arrangement that I’m obviously too naïve to understand.
“And what exactly do you mean by that?” Sheridan asks.
I’ve never been more thankful to have a “Madame” to ask helpful questions on my behalf. Because I’m wondering the exact same thing.
What kind of arrangement does this guy have in mind?
Chapter 8 – Veronica
“I need her to pretend to be engaged to me,” says the man, with a shrug of his wide, muscular shoulders, as if it’s no big deal. As if he’s asking for a piece of candy in a candy store. I guess money really can buy anything. “And to pretend to marry me. As soon as possible.”
“I… I see,” Sheridan says, obviously at as much of a loss for words as I am. “And will there be other… terms to this agreement? Things that the lovely Miss Veronica will have to agree to? F
or that amount of money.”
He shrugs again.
“Well, if you’re talking about sex…”
“I’m talking about the pleasure of her company,” Sheridan quickly interrupts to clarify. This guy doesn’t even know you’re not supposed to say the “s” word around here. He must be new. I like to think that he is— that he doesn’t always come here to buy sex, or fake brides, for that matter. “The enjoyment of all the many things that are possible for a man and a woman to enjoy doing together.”
“Well, let’s just say I’m a red-blooded male,” the guy says, and everyone else starts laughing. It seems to be a release of the nervous, pent-up energy we’ve collectively had since this mystery man announced he wanted to an insane amount of money to make me his fake fiancée. “So, I’m wanting to buy everything that’s included in a fake engagement scenario.”
“That scenario is quite unique,” Sheridan responds. “So, let’s just be clear here, so that Veronica knows whether or not she wishes to accept the offer. You would like the pleasure of her complete company. You would like her to be your fake… fiancé.”
“And fake bride,” he says, with a smile.
Even though the set up is crazy, I can’t help but want to smile back at him. His dimple is so damn cute and his body is so hot.
“And fake bride,” Sheridan continues. “How much of a period of time would this cover? And how much time would you be needing from Veronica to carry out this fake… courtship?”
The mystery man shrugs.
“Look, I’m not one for rules,” he says. “I just know I need to do this thing. She’ll have to have dinner with my dad, if he’s able to get out of bed. Some days are better than others.”
The way he says this breaks my heart. I guess it makes me think of my mom during the hardest phases of her condition and her treatment so far.
“And then we might have to put in another public appearance or two so it seems semi-believable. Even though Dan and Ed here are clearly in on the scoop, we don’t want people running their mouths wondering how such a short engagement can be possible, and causing my dad to question anything.”
His friends high five him, and I’m not sure what secret they’re in on, but I have to admit it sounds rather intriguing. This guy is so hot I’d probably do it for free, just for fun. To live a little, to have some adventure, as Stacy always urges me to do. But to think that I’m getting paid two million dollars to do it is mind-blowing. I suppose he wants my virginity as well, but from the wetness in my panties I have a feeling that’s something I’d give him for free as well.
“Alright then,” Sheridan says, as if she doesn’t know what else to say, and I don’t blame her, as I would be at a loss of words myself. “Are there any other bids?”
No one says anything, and then the man in the front says, “Well dude, I really wanted her but you obviously have your own strange fantasies to fulfill and you’re willing to pay a lot more than I even have, to carry that out, so, have at it.”
“If we can please refrain from talking to other clients during the bidding,” Sheridan reminds him.
After no one else says anything, she asks, “Alright, Veronica, with your knowledge of the terms of the request… or, as detailed as we’re able to decipher at this point in time… are you willing to accept the bid? Please understand that you don’t have to. We could go with the lower bid and pick up the auction from there, with alternative terms in place.”
“I understand,” I tell her. She’s probably worried about getting sued or something. Her face looks confused and apprehensive, as if she fears she might be selling me to a very deranged man.
But as I look back at the man who has just offered to pay a fortune to make me his fake wife, I decide that if he’s deranged then I’m deranged too. Because I want to see where this takes us. Not just because he’s hot, and not only because my mom desperately needs the money and this amount is more than enough to pay for all her treatments, but also because I’m sick of being shy and self-conscious and playing it safe.
I look back at Stacy and then at the beautiful blue eyes of the mystery man who I suppose will no longer be a mystery to me. My entire body tingles at the thought of him taking me for his very first time. And with the knowledge that I’m the one he has chosen to be his pretend wife.
“Do you accept the offer, Veronica?” Sheridan prods me, done worrying about my fate and eager to move on to the bidding for the next girl. “Do you want to be this man’s… fake fiancée? Fake wife?”
His eyes are the color of a sea I could get lost in for the rest of my life. I have no choice but to go along with whatever he wants— no matter how strange of a request it is.
So, without unlocking my gaze from his, I nod my head.
“I do.”
Chapter 9 – Isaac
The moment I saw Veronica on stage, I knew I wanted to make her mine. My fake fiancée and my real lover. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, with an hourglass shape and an olive glow to her skin. Her tits look perfectly squeezable, as does her curvy ass. She’s exactly my type, but there’s also something so innocent about her that makes me want to corrupt her.
I knew I’d have to pay a premium because she’s a virgin. But that makes her worth even more. I can’t wait to pop her sweet little cherry.
I loved watching the look of astonishment cross her innocent face as she heard what I wanted to do with her. She definitely makes the very best fake fiancée that money can buy.
I need to pay for the transaction, and while I’m at it, I call my father. Her green eyes follow me as I step out of the room, as if eagerly awaiting my return.
While this kind of “clinginess” right off the bat would annoy me in most chicks, with Veronica, it means I’ve got her right where I want her. I can do what I want with her— even marry her— and she won’t mind. In fact, I can tell she’ll like everything I’m going to do with her, and not just because of the money.
She wants me bad. Just thinking about it makes my cock rock hard. I can’t wait to deflower her—and fake marry her. And not just because it means inheriting my dad’s company and his billions of dollars. But because I want to hear her moaning, groaning, and begging me not to stop fucking her tight little virgin pussy for her very first time.
“Hello, Morris residence,” says a familiar voice when I call my dad’s number.
“Hi Cora,” I tell his caretaker. “It’s Isaac. How are you?”
“I’m doing just fine, Isaac. How about yourself.”
“I’m doing great, now,” I tell her.
I can hear my dad in the background, saying, “Ask him if he’s married yet.”
“Shhh,” she hushes him. “You should be happy your son is calling you, not on his back all the time.”
I chuckle. Good old Cora. Keeping my dad in check. She’s the only person that he lets talk to him like that. Probably because she’s even older than he is and has a lot of experience taking care of crochety old men.
“I’m sorry,” she tells me. “Just ignore him.”
“It’s okay, Cora. In fact, the reason I’m calling is to announce something very special.”
“Oh my,” she says, and I can picture her fake fanning herself. “Does it have to do with his demand that you get married?”
“It sure does,” I tell her.
“Well, he’ll be so happy to hear that. Let me put him on.”
“What?” my dad tries to shout into the phone, as soon as it’s in his hands. But his voice is feeble. “What do you want?”
“Dad, I wanted to tell you I’m engaged,” I say, as I hand my credit card over to the transactions desk, making it official. “Your wish has come true.”
“Well, it’s about time,” my dad says. “But I need to meet this woman. Jessica? Jennifer? How do I know she’s even real and that you’re not just doing this for my money?”
“It’s Veronica, Dad,” I tell him, hoping that he’ll just mix all the names together again, like he always does.
“And I can’t wait for you to meet her,” I jump in, hoping he’ll forget about how new she is. By tomorrow he’ll not even remember her name or what he originally thought it was. “Do you think you’ll be up for dinner in a few days?”
“I think I can manage to do that,” he says.
He maintains his rough, grumpy demeanor but I’m certain I can somehow hear a smile peeking through.
“Okay, Dad,” I tell him, happy if he’s happy.
For a moment, I feel a pang of guilt about lying to him like this. But if it can make an old man happy by fulfilling his dying wish— and get me the inheritance that’s rightfully mine, in the meantime— then I don’t see the harm. And Veronica is being more than justly compensated for her role in all of this.
“Isaac?” Cora says, back on the line.
“Yes?” I ask her, as if she’s my second mom.
She has a way of sounding authoritative and caring.
“You’re not doing this just for your dad, are you?” she asks, cautiously.
“Of course he is,” I can hear my dad saying in the background. “But that’s fine by me. As long as he does it. Once he’s married, he’ll see the importance of settling down and getting serious…”
“No, Cora,” I reassure her, lying through my teeth and feeling bad about it because Cora is such a considerate soul. But now that I’ve started the lie, I have to keep it going. “I’m doing it because I’m in love.”
“I’m so happy to hear that,” she says. “Because it would be a mistake to marry someone you don’t love, just to please your father, who really is impossible to please anyway.”
“Good point, Cora,” I tell her, mainly to hurry her off the phone. My half-erect cock is reminding me that I have important business to attend to. The business of popping a certain very juicy cherry.
“So, I’m so glad to hear that you love her,” she drones on.
