Chapter 5 – Gerald
I stare at Melissa, captivated at how her bright blue eyes sparkle as she explains her project. She’s obviously very passionate about it, which is a turn on. My cock grows hard in my pants as she talks.
“And what are your theories into why that happened?” I ask her, wanting to see her full lips open as she talked more.
“Well, it’s not really up to me to come up with the theories, but instead present them,” she explains. “But, from the economists I’ve talked to here, it seems there are several theories. Or, more likely, a combination of all of them.”
Now, she looks over to her friend, who appears bored.
“Are you sure you want to hear them?” Melissa asks me. “This stuff can be like watching paint dry, for people who aren’t into it.”
“I’m into it,” I assure her, although really I mean I’m into her. And I’d like to be in her. “Please, tell me.”
“Some say the Korean economy was prone to inflation and that at the pertinent time, policy makers were more concerned with growth than inflation. During the time period from 1960 to 1980, Korea experienced an average annual inflation rate of 16-17 percent, which was higher than any other East Asian country. And others say that during this same time period, Korea’s economic performance was hindered by its large deficit.”
“That’s impressive,” I tell her. “You really know your stuff.”
She shakes her head, her blonde curls bouncing just like I’m sure her breasts are doing if I could see them underneath her winter coat, and laughs. “I’m just a nerd, as Sheila says.
“Oh, don’t listen to her,” I tease. “What does she know?”
I lean back against a barrister, finally completely at ease. I was tense during the half pipe, afraid that Martin wouldn’t medal. He has been training so damn hard. Me, I’m on my way out of this sport— I won gold in the half pipe and silver in slopestyle four years ago in Sochi, and now I’m just hoping for bronze on slopestyle tomorrow, myself. I took it easy on the half pipe because I didn’t want injury or exhaustion to derail me tomorrow. But I still ended up coming in fifth place— not too fucking shabby.
I was so proud for my boy Martin, though. He sure deserved that silver medal— if not gold. I know he’s disappointed he didn’t get gold but silver is a great showing for his first time in the Olympics. Due to his beaten ego, though, I’m hoping he gets gold tomorrow. Kevin has a good shot at silver, even though he seems to doubt that it’s within his reach. I’ve been telling him to just relax and not doubt himself, and he’ll do fine.
Now, though, I’m looking at the girl that both of us like and wondering if we could really share her, just for one night— just for tonight. I imagine her eating my cock while my buddies have their way with her pussy, and then we could switch off.
Yeah, I guess I could do that. It’s not my normal style but it might be a fun way to celebrate our closeness as a team and our individual victories. And it’s not like there’s any other girl here I’d like to spend money to be with. Melissa’s friend is too much of a bitch to her for me to find her at all attractive. Luckily, right now she’s off talking to some other guy. They can have her. I want Melissa. And apparently, so do my friends, so I’ll have to do the right thing and learn to share.
“Hello,” a voice beams into the microphone, and I look up—along with everyone else—to see Amy’s petite frame standing in front of the mic, in the middle of a large stage that makes her look even smaller. “Thank you for coming to The Exchange Club’s winter auction. I would like our lovely ladies to come up here under the heat lamps, warm up and then let’s get started, shall we?”
I exchange curious, excited glances with Kevin and Martin. Both of them look as ready for this as I am. Hell, it might help Martin release enough nervous, pent up energy that he’ll win gold in slopestyle tomorrow. And Kevin can get silver if he just gets out of his head for a bit and lets go of his own fears.
As Melissa gives us a shy grin and heads over to the stage, I can’t help but announce, “Yes, we shall.”
It looks like tonight is going to be just the party we need.
Chapter 6 – Melissa
I climb the stairs up to the stage, holding hands with Sheila. Suddenly I feel vulnerable, with so many eyes in the audience on me. What if Martin doesn’t bid on me, or doesn’t win the bid? Or either of his friends?
I’m having such conflicting feelings. I was initially so attracted to Martin, and still am. But then when I met Gerald and Kevin, I realized I’m attracted to them, too. And they all three seem very attracted to me physically, if not downright into me emotionally as well.
How could this even be? I wonder.
It almost feels like that old saying “love at first sight.” Except, that’s only supposed to happen between a woman and one man, right? I have never been so puzzled as I am now. All I know is that I wouldn’t mind if any of those three men bought me at this auction, but I want it to be one of them— not some stranger I’ve never even met.
Although I just met Martin, Gerald and Kevin, I feel as if it was much longer ago than this. As if I’ve somehow known them for a very long time.
“All right everyone, welcome to the Exchange Club Auction, Olympic edition,” Amy says, into the microphone, as some of the men in the audience laugh at the “Olympic edition” part of her description, and as all of us ladies take the stage. “I hope you liked all the delicious food in the restaurant down below. Up here on the rooftop, it’s a much more private affair. And, this is kind of an informal auction compared to the ones that The Exchange Club usually puts on. Pretty much, due to the festive sprit, anything goes.”
She throws her hands up in the air and smiles, and the crowd goes wild, clapping and cheering about the good news. My heart races and I wonder what lays ahead for me tonight.
“Now, I know we have some interest in the ladies up here on stage or they would not be here,” Amy says, and some people in the crowd laugh. “So, let’s go ahead and start it out by finding out just who is interested in who. Do we have any questions or requests before the bidding starts?
“Yes,” Martin says, stepping confidently forward. “My two teammates here and I have a special request.”
He gestures towards Gerald and Kevin and my panties get soaked. I love how take charge and in control he is. I just wonder what it is he’s going to ask.
“Okay, and what would that be?” Amy asks, encouragingly.
“We were wondering if we could see you topless,” Martin says, not at all bashfully.
He addresses his request to a general “you” while gesturing at what could be anyone on the stage. But I swear he is looking straight at me while he says it.
“Topless?” I sputter, spitting out some of the drink I had just swallowed. I’m so nervous I think I might drop my martini glass.
“Yes.”
Everyone is looking at us. These men clearly used to getting what they want.
Amy shrugs and says, “Why not? I did just say ‘anything goes.’ You’re already half undressed already—” most of us have left our coat racks in the coat room downstairs in the restaurant, and some have shed layers of sweaters and scarves and have them littered around the different tables and bar tops we had all just been congregating around before coming up on stages— “and the heat lamps here will keep you plenty warm.
“Why not?” I can’t help but demand, feeling incredulous at this suggestion and Amy’s practical manner of agreeing with it. “Well, for starters, won’t we get arrested? For like, public indecency or something?”
Everyone looks straight at me now— some of the girls have their mouths hanging open, shocked that I’d argue with what we’re being asked to do. But Martin is wiggling his eyebrows at me, as if he likes my style.
“Look, everyone,” I quickly add. “I hate to be the party pooper, but I also don’t want to end up in jail in a foreign country, you know.”
Now it’s some of the audience members’ tur
ns to nod their heads at me and realize there’s merit to what I’m saying. But it’s also Martin’s turn to shrug.
“Oh, come on,” he says, taking me up on the challenge I’d issued. “This is the Olympics. And we’re Olympic athletes. Known for having a fun time. Who’s going to arrest us?”
Score one point for Martin. I guess we’re back to being even.
He stares back at me, as if these statements are supposed to say all I need to know. And I guess they do. Because they’re all true, and I surmise he thinks that the local police will leave the athletes alone.
“Look,” says Gerald, stepping in. “I really think everything will be okay. But also, we don’t want you having to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“I mean, we are paying them for it,” Kevin reminds him.
Sheila has had enough of the debate. She’s already taking her top off.
“Remember what I told you earlier?” she reminds me. “About letting loose and having more fun?”
“I remember,” I sigh.
“Very nice,” says one of the men, nodding approvingly at Sheila. Needing no further encouragement, she starts to take her bra off too.
I don’t want to miss out on Martin’s attention. Or, his bid. So, I throw caution to the wind, along with my shirt.
“Very, very nice,” Martin says, and I can’t help but notice the extra emphasis he puts on the second “very.”
He walks up to me and squeezes my nipples, right there in front of everyone to see. Some of the other girls have started taking off their tops, and they look jealous that he’s chosen my nipples to pinch. I can’t believe how brazen he is. But I guess he’s used to getting what he wants.
And I can’t blame him. His touch feels like electricity running through my nipples and down my entire body. My pussy is dripping for him in a way I didn’t even know was possible. I want to just pull the rest of my clothes off and jump up into his arms.
But then I noticed that Gerald and Kevin are looking at me. Or rather, they’re watching the way that Martin’s playing with my nipples. They’re getting hard and swollen for him, and he starts pressing himself up against my leg, so that I can feel that his cock is doing the same for me.
They clearly like what they see, and the thought of them watching it turns me on. In fact, I never realized I’d enjoy being in this position, but I have to admit to myself that I do. I like that they’re watching the effect that Martin has on my body. I like that others in the crowd are watching and are jealous.
I take some more swigs of my drink, and I feel the alcohol having its desired effect on my body and mind. I feel more carefree, more like Sheila.
“My teammates Gerald and Kevin and I would like to put in a bid on Miss Melissa here,” Martin says, wasting no time in calling up to Amy.
“All three of you?” she asks.
“Yes,” he replies. “Or is that not allowed?”
With this, he sneaks a hand around to my ass and grabs it, firmly, as if claiming me as his own in front of everyone. I let out a tiny squeal of surprise, both at this sudden motion and also at his offer.
All three of them want to buy me? At the same time?
“Of course it’s allowed,” Amy says with a smile. “Anything goes.”
“Hey, no fair,” some guy in the audience says. “They’ll have three times the bidding power then.”
“Well, you’re free to team up with some friends of your own,” Amy says, and suddenly I get worried.
How many guys can pair up to buy me? What if there are a whole dozen or something?
I sneak a worried glance at Sheila, but she’s rubbing her tits in some guy’s face. He’s eagerly lapping at her nipples. At least I don’t have to worry about her getting jealous that these guys like me instead of her. Apparently she’s already found a replacement.
“Ten thousand dollars,” Martin announces, as if having the same fear I just did and wanting to get the show on the road.
“And, just to be clear,” Amy says, “What exactly are you bidding on? The rules of The Exchange Club still stand here: the woman must willingly sell whatever it is you’re offering to buy. She can turn down any request and bidding will then restart for someone offering something different.”
“Well, I don’t know much about rules, except that I don’t like to follow them,” Martin says. “I’m also not sure if I’m allowed to spell out exactly what it is my friends and I would like to pay to do to this woman…”
“That’s not necessary,” Amy interrupts. “Just, in general terms, what are you offering to buy for ten thousand dollars?”
“My friends and I would like to take this girl, and share her between us.”
“Okay,” says Amy. “And what kind of timeframe are we talking about here? An hour with her? A night with her?”
Martin shrugs. “We’ll just take here right here and now,” he says.
“Right here?” Amy asks, which is the same question I have. She gestures around, at the place we’re standing.
“Well, sure,” Martin says. “I don’t see why not. I want the prettiest girl here tonight, and I want everyone to see me take her.”
I blush and do my best not to let my jaw drop. He not only wants to share me with his friends, but he wants to do it in public? Where everyone can see?
“Fine,” says Amy, with a sigh. “We’ll really put the limits of your theory about Olympic athletes being able to do anything they want to the test.”
Then, she looks down at me. “Melissa? Do you accept this offer? Of taking you right here, right now, and I guess… doing whatever they want to you?”
Here, she looks back at the three men, and they all nod, eagerly.
“Yes,” I say, quicker than I thought I would. Now I’ve caught Sheila’s attention, she’s looking at me in awe, her tits still half dangling in the guy’s mouth as he sucks on them without noticing that she’s not all that into it at the moment.
“Just remember, dear,” Amy adds. “If you accept this offer from them, that means that any of these other men can increase the bid, and you have to honor the same terms if they win.”
I gulp, and look pleadingly at the men for reassurance. What if I agree to these terms and they aren’t the highest bidders?
Kevin nods at me, his eyes looking calm and strong. “Don’t worry,” he says. “We’ll win you. We always win.”
I nod back at him, almost instinctively. I want to be in his strong arms, which, now that’s down to his white tshirt, I can see are tattooed to boot. I want to be in Gerald’s arms too. And Martin’s, of course. Just for one night. Just right here and now. Three men are going to take my virginity at once. And I’m going to love it.
“Yes,” I tell Amy. “I’m okay with these terms.”
Chapter 7 – Kevin
“Fifteen thousand,” some other guy bids, causing me to turn around and try to find him in the crowd. How dare he take what’s mine.
As if by instinct, I step closer to Melissa and wrap my arm around her waist. I love the feel of her soft, naked skin. I like how she smells like lavender and chill winds. Martin is still playing with her nipples and I look down and think about doing the same. But I have something better in mind to do with my hands.
“Please don’t let the stranger win,” she says. I draw her closer to me and she lays her head on my chest as I say, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we’re the ones who take you… and take care of you.”
“Twenty thousand,” Gerald says, as if he heard me.
And maybe he did, even though Melissa and I had been whispering. He’s come around behind Melissa now and her ass is pressed up firmly against his obviously rock hard package. The three of us are enveloping Melissa in a protective fortress, closing in on her until we can have her, and making sure that all these other guys stay out.
“Fifty thousand,” shouts another man, and I start to think, Okay, the bidding is really getting started now.
I knew from the moment I saw her that Melis
sa would command a very high bid. She’s the hottest girl in here, for sure. I love her hourglass figure and gorgeous curves. And so does every other guy who looks at her.
I’ve been draping my arm around her waist but now I let my fingers crawl down to the opening of the black pants she’s wearing. It makes its way down the front of her pants and finds her panties.
I hear her grasp—a desperate attempt to not lose her breath— as I grab ahold of her panties and roughly move them over to the side. Now, my fingers trace their way up the lace side of the panties until it reaches its destination: her deliciously soft and wet pussy.
I push a finger up her sweet little hole and she moans.
“Oh, my God,” she cries out, trying to be quiet but failing.
“Hey, no fair,” says Gerald, and he grabs ahold of his cock beneath his own jeans, pushing it up against Melissa’s ass as I finger her tight little cunt and Martin sucks on her nipples.
“You guys feel so good,” she says, grinding her pussy against my finger and her ass against Gerald’s cock. “Please, please fuck me.”
She feels so damn tight. I need in her, now.
I love how she’s begging like our little slut, for everyone here to see that we’re the ones she wants. I thought it might be strange to share a girl with my teammates. I worried it could get in the way of our game. But now I see how much fun it can be to watch her get off by both my friends and me. And I have a feeling it will relax all of us before the slopestyle competition tomorrow.
I allow myself the opportunity to try to think positively about tomorrow, for the first time ever. Gerald thinks I can get silver and he’ll get bronze— but I don’t want him to go too easy on me just because he’s retiring and he’s already won a lot of medals. I want to win fair and square.
And now, as I move my fingers up to Melissa’s juicy clit, as her wetness runs down onto my fingers and she’s nearly humming to the rhythm of my friends and I pleasuring her at the same time, I think for the first time that I just might be able to do that. We all hope Martin will win gold—he’s got the best shot of any of us on Team USA.
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