Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“What’s that for?” I ask, nonplussed.
He grins, stretching it out and holding it up in front of my face.
“What do you think? I’m going to blindfold you.”
Frowning, I narrow my eyes at him.
“Is that really necessary? I mean, I know what I’m getting into.”
Benny laughs callously, and starts wrapping the scarf around my face without waiting for me to give him permission.
“No, you need it,” he chuckles. “This is your first auction, Sierra, and I don’t want you getting cold feet. Or cold tits. Or cold anything. So I think a blindfold is best.”
I grit my teeth as he ties it around the back of my head, knotting it way too tight.
“I really don’t think this is necessary,” I begin again. But it’s already done, and then Benny steps away.
“Perfect,” he wheezes. “We should dress you like this more often, Sierra, because I bet the bar would make some real money with you dolled up in lingerie.”
I’d roll my eyes, but with the scarf covering them, it’s pointless. Then, my boss grabs my hand, and starts guiding me towards the door. Come to think of it, I’m suddenly glad I’m blindfolded because maybe the guys bidding on me are seventy-year-old trolls. Maybe they’re deformed hunchbacks, although come to think of it, I’ve never seen any hunchbacks at the club before. If anything, the male clientele is gorgeous, handsome and dressed to the nines, so I highly doubt I’m going to be pawed by gnomes.
Then, Benny guides me down the hall and opens a new door before nudging me into a room. I can sense it because the A/C is on full blast and cold air hits my skin like ice, making me shiver. My nipples grow taut and hard against the delicate lace and I wobble a bit in my high heels.
Benny chuckles, and leans uncomfortably close to me.
“Don’t worry, baby cakes, you’ll be hot soon enough.”
Oh great. Now he’s given me a new demeaning nickname. I ignore it and focus on the situation at hand.
“What now?” I ask in a fairly steady voice.
Benny grasps my shoulder and turns me to my right. “Now you climb up on the table in front of you, and get on your hands and knees as you wait for your bidders.”
I jerk my head in the direction of his voice.
“What? You’re joking, right?”
He grabs my elbow and moves me forward until I feel the table edge hit my hip.
“Nope, not a joke. The clients are going to want an open view of that juicy pussy and ass of yours before they bid, so hands and knees is the perfect position. We want to make sure they know just what they’re paying for. You agreed to this, remember?”
My heart’s in my throat and part of me wants to walk away, but I’m not letting that side of me win because I’m going to go through with this. I have to. My mom’s life depends on it.
Swallowing hard, I take a deep breath and then with my hands out in front of me, I feel for the edge of the table and bring up one knee, slowly and carefully pulling myself up onto the table before bringing my other knee up to follow. At least the table isn’t hard. Instead, it’s padded with a velvety cushion, which is a relief because I’m not sure how long I would have been able to tolerate a wood or glass table beneath my kneecaps.
“Nice,” Benny drawls as I turn, slowly assuming the position. “Very nice. Just make sure you keep your ass up and out like that. These guys aren’t going to pay top dollar if you’re slouching and looking fidgety. And if they ask you to move, do as you’re told, and wiggle a little, okay? Guys like it when the girls get all wet and wiggly, like a stuck pig. It’s all a part of the game.”
The game? A stuck pig? God, this guy needs a life.
“Fine,” I manage in a tight voice. “Will do.”
With one last chuckle, Benny retreats and I can hear his footsteps receding. Then, the door slams shut and I’m alone in the room. Dang, this A/C is so cold, but it’s true that I am warming up from anticipation and nothing else.
Yet what am I thinking? How can I be getting aroused? I’m wearing scandalous lingerie and posed for maximum access. My tits are swaying a bit, the nips practically brushing the tabletop, and my pussy’s getting wet with need, bringing my body to life in ways I’ve never experienced before. In fact, I’ve never even dreamed of a situation so dirty because this is the complete opposite of anything and everything I ever thought I might or could be into.
But here I am, feeling my body heat up, as my pussy starts to clench in anticipation from the thought of strangers coming to stroke my curves. What will they touch first? Which will they want more, my snatch or my ass? I bite my bottom lip, and decide to just lean into this new awakening of my senses. Maybe tonight will wind up being about more than money and male pleasure. Maybe I’ll get something satisfying out of it too, and I’m going to hold onto this feeling until it comes true.