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Bull
I adjust the crotch of my pants for the hundredth time when I catch another glimpse of my stepdaughter’s exposed cleavage. The white lace might look innocent, but there’s nothing modest about that fitted bodice that practically throws her tits over the off-the-shoulder neckline.
“Try not to stare, Bull.” Rocky, my brother, loosens his collar, clearly as uncomfortable as I am. “You promised not to interfere with Betsy’s waitressing job.”
“Blizzard’s coming.” I check my phone’s weather app again. “If she gets snowed in at a sex club, we have to be here to protect her.”
Betsy floats from table to table offering drinks and snacks. The front of her skirt is higher than the back and begs me to slide my hands underneath it. If by any chance, that doesn’t secure that I’m the worst stepfather ever, thoughts of peeling off her dress and her long, sheer lace gloves, leaving her clad in nothing but a bra, panties, and heels, should secure the honor.
But I’ve never admitted my attraction to anyone, not even my brother.
Rocky claps my shoulder. “The Christmas Cherry Auction brings in good money for charity. Let’s avoid making a scene.”
“That guy right there…” I brazenly point. “I’m about to have to take him a napkin so he can clean up his drool. I’d say I’m doing a damn good job of not making a scene.”
And then everything goes to shit.
Lazovski, the owner of the Aubergine Affair where the auction is held, announces that the women who were originally scheduled to be auctioned slid off the road and won’t make it. After far too brief of a discussion, accompanied by horny men chanting, Betsy’s friend, Jasmine, volunteers to be auctioned. Then Betsy and their other friend Sabrina join her.
Do I make a scene? I’m not sure. I can’t see. I can’t think. My precious stepdaughter volunteered to auction her virginity.
Rocky forces me outside.
Fuck! I can’t deal with the thought of any man touching my sweet stepdaughter. Her feminine sensuality has tortured me for too many inappropriate years.
I bought her baggy clothes to hide her curves until she balked at everything being oversized. Then I bought flowy, layered clothes with tons of fabric since she’s a dreamer. It fit her personality. And not seeing her womanly curves saved my sanity.
But now, as I tear myself away from Rocky and re-enter the club, my heart stops. Betsy and the other women changed into the auction dresses.
My cock twitches at the sight of her exposed legs. Her damn short skirt has lots of layers and sticks out like a ballerina’s. If she bent over, I’d be able to see her ass.
No! My cock and balls team up against me. I rush to the bathroom, hiding shamefully in a stall as I drop my pants and barely get my fist around my cock before my cum splats on the marble wall.
Am I the only perv in a sex club who hides in the bathroom to come?
Cleaning up, I make a game plan.
I storm through the club’s back hallways, following the signs to the management office. My fist pounds on Lazovski’s door before I burst in without waiting for a response.
“She can’t participate.” My voice shakes with barely contained rage.
Lazovski looks up from his desk, cool and collected. “Which ‘she’ are you referring to?”
“Betsy. My stepdaughter.”
He pulls a paper from a file. “She’s nineteen, able to sign a contract.”
My stomach lurches. “You can’t be serious. She’s… innocent.”
“That’s the point of the Christmas Cherry Auction—virgins choosing to auction their first time for charity with the promise of a positive experience.”
“Choose? You’re taking advantage—”
“I protect them.”
I rake my hands through my hair.
He continues, “Perhaps you should ask yourself why you’re so invested in your adult stepdaughter’s sexual choices?”
The question is a punch to the gut, but I cover my true feelings. “Any father would be concerned.”
“The auction proceeds as planned.” Lazovski stands and moves to the door. “And we promise Betsy a good, safe experience with the safety option to withdraw.”
Plan B. I rush to the main floor, find Betsy, and pull her to a quiet corner near the dressing rooms. “You can’t auction yourself. These men might not respect your boundaries. A stranger could take things too far.”
Her eyes spark with newfound defiance. She lifts her chin. “Too far? I’m game for an awful lot.” She ticks off each item on her fingers. “Blindfolds, handcuffs, spankings… maybe even a good forced encounter, for starters. I want someone who will take total control.”
My throat closes. The room spins. I can’t process hearing those words from her lips. “This isn’t like those romance novels you read.”
She gnaws on her lower lip then says, “I know what I want, and the Christmas Cherry Auction has a pretty great track record.”
I choke on the track record. Everyone knows the auction is perfect for pairing up virgins and groups of men.
Plan C. Hopefully, the third time’s a charm. “What would your grandmother think? How will you face her at the family Christmas party in less than two weeks?”
“It’s not like I plan on telling her. Plus, no one can talk about what happens at the sex club.” Betsy’s voice grows unsteady. “So, unless you have a real reason I shouldn’t participate, it’s not your choice.”
Does she know about my feelings for her? Has she heard me late at night or in the shower? Surely I haven’t been that careless. Does she hate me for my thoughts? There’s nothing charming about them.
She storms away, the distance growing far larger than the number of steps. My beautiful swan is finding her wings.
Rocky walks up. “She looked pissed. What happened?”
Plan D. “I’m going to have to buy her.”