Stalker Problems - Chapter 52 - The Sex Auction
I dodged her lingerie toss. I wasn’t putting any of this on. I didn’t want to bang any randos. I only wanted to bang Tanner. “I take it back. I’ll just seduce Tanner, thank you very much. Now where’s the exit?”
“You don’t need to seduce him. You need to seduce someone else. Give him a taste of the jealousy that’s coursing through your blood right now. He likes to fuck girls at Club Onyx? Well two can play that game.”
“Ew. I don’t want to fuck any girls here. Or anywhere, for that matter.”
Chastity rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean that. I meant that you can let the guys at Club Onyx fuck you.”
“Guys plural? As in…more than one guy?”
“Maybe. Get ready for the sexiest night of your life.” She bit her lip. I don’t think I’d ever seen her this excited before.
“But I’m so awkward. I can’t just strut out into Club Onyx and seduce some rando.”
“Yeah, I know you can’t. But Raven Black can.
” Chastity grabbed a black wig off a mannequin and handed it to me.
She helped me put it on and then I changed into the pink lingerie as I continued to look for an exit sign.
Yes, Raven Black could seduce a rando. But…
did she want to? It depended on one thing - Was that really the only way for Tanner to commit to me?
Because I’d tried a lot of things. And the wifey-zone thing made sense.
Maybe I could just let a guy like…touch my boob or something.
That seemed innocent enough but might still make Tanner jealous.
Gah! I needed more time to think it through. “So what dresses are we gonna wear?” I asked. “We probably need something with a thick fabric or all the lace from these bras will show.”
Chastity laughed. “Do you see any dresses on these mannequins?”
“No. They’re probably in the other room.”
“Ash, this is a sex club. Honestly we’re probably wearing too much already.”
“But this is a thong!” I ran over to a mirror. “My ass is literally everywhere.”
“Exactly. You look hot.”
The door opened and two shirtless men walked in.
I didn’t even think to cover myself - I was too distracted by their leather masks, leather pants, and the heavy chains crisscrossed over their absolutely jacked chests.
One had a full leather mask, complete with a little zipper over his mouth.
The other’s mask was more strappy. Both were terrifying.
“Hands behind your backs,” demanded the one without his mouth covered.
“Ah!” Chastity did a cute little jump. “This is so fun!” She turned around and let Zipper-mouth cuff her.
Strappy-mask turned to me. “You too.”
“Why are you wearing so much leather?” I asked.
“This isn’t just any old leather. It’s Scottish leather.”
“Okay?” Is that supposed to mean something to me?
He held up a pair of thick leather cuffs. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
“What if I don’t want to be cuffed?”
“Are you disobeying my orders?” asked Strappy-mask.
I didn’t know what would happen if I disobeyed, but I was pretty sure it involved his penis.
I suddenly regretted sassing him. “Nope. No, sir.” I put my hands behind my back like a good little girl.
The cuffs were surprisingly comfortable.
But that wasn’t the point. It was still rude to barge in on some half-naked girls and cuff them without their consent!
Although technically that Society contract I’d signed was my consent. Why the hell did I join a sex club?!
The men led us down a hallway and into a dimly lit room with about 10 other women. All in lingerie, and all handcuffed. And there was definitely no exit sign in here. Strappy-mask pulled the chain off his shoulder and used it to connect my cuffs to a thick metal ring on the floor.
“What the hell is happening?” I whispered to Chastity as soon as he was out of earshot.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “But I love it! Can we please come here every night?”
“Are you serious?! This is insane. They’re treating us like cattle.”
“Right? It’s so hot.”
“No it isn’t!” Fine. It’s a little hot. But it was so weird! And being chained up with no possibility of escape made me have to pee so badly. “How long do you think they’re gonna keep us here?”
“I don’t think it’ll be long.”
A guy in a suit and a cowboy hat walked to the podium at the front of the room and cleared his throat.
“In a few minutes, each of you will be sold to the highest bidder. From that moment until 2 a.m., you are their date.” He was talking so fast that it was hard to keep up.
“You have two options for the kind of date you are. If you’d like to be auctioned as a girlfriend - loyal, but not submissive - tap the purple square on the floor in front of you.
If you want to be a sex slave to your owner, tap the red square. ”
I looked down at the floor. There were indeed two LED-lit tiles in front of me. One purple, one red. I hit the purple one. Easy choice.
The floor squares dimmed and one of the walls lit up. It was covered floor to ceiling in masks. Lace masks, bunny masks, leather masks…even scary masks like the ones they wore in The Purge. There was a three-digit number displayed next to each one.
“During the bidding you will each wear a mask,” said Cowboy Hat.
“You may dance to entice bidders, but do not, under any circumstances, remove your mask. Beef and Biff will be walking around to take your mask orders.” Strappy-mask, who was apparently named Beef, started approaching girls to take orders while Biff got the masks off the wall.
Once a mask was selected, that part of the wall would dim.
Cowboy Hat kept talking. “Once you’re all masked, the auction will begin. Just a few rule reminders…” He started rattling off rules faster than I could follow.
“Which mask?” asked Beef.
“Uh…” I saw that Chastity had just selected a nice pink lace masquerade mask to match her hair. They didn’t have any more like that, but they did have a similar blue one. “Number 084, please.”
Biff walked over and grabbed my mask. My hands were still cuffed, so he put it on me.
“…and just to reiterate one more time - you can always use the safe word.” The auctioneer ended his speech.
“Did you hear the safe word?” I whispered to Chastity.
She shrugged. “My safe word is harder, Daddy .”
“Is that the safe word. Or is that just what you say? Because there’s a huge difference there.”
“I dunno. I wasn’t paying attention. Hey, wanna bet on which girl will sell for the most?”
“No.” I want to know the safe word!
“I’m guessing her.” She nodded towards a girl in a leather bunny mask and lingerie made only of leather straps.
Something told me she had definitely hit the red button.
It was going to be a real downer when I sold for like 1/100 of what she sold for.
Or what if I didn’t sell at all? Just no bids.
Crickets. I’d never be able to show my face in Club Onyx again.
“Everyone ready?” Cowboy Hat didn’t wait for an answer. “Great. Let’s begin. You’re up first.” He pointed to a girl in the front row. “Name please?”
“Giovanna,” she said with a super cool accent.
Beef unchained her from the floor and guided her up to a platform at the front of the room. Then he pulled a lever and the platform took both of them up through a hole in the ceiling.
Cowboy Hat grabbed a microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to welcome you to this evening’s auction. Our first offering is an evening with the lovely Giovanna. We’ll start the bidding at 10,000. Do I hear 10,000? I do. Current bid 10,000. Will you give me 15,000?”
The winning bid turned out to be 30,000 for Giovanna. The platform came back down a second later with only Beef remaining.
“Damn,” I whispered to Chastity. “Did he really just say 30,000? As in…dollars?”
“Yeah. But it was probably just Monopoly money. Remember clause 24.1? If the Member makes payments to other members during wishes, she will do so using Society-issued credit cards or Monopoly money.”
It still freaked me out and impressed me that Chastity had the entire Society contract memorized. “Right. Forgot about that.”
“Yeah, but I wish it was real money. That would be so much sexier.”
“Wouldn’t that just make us prostitutes?” I asked.
“Huh. Never thought of it that way. I just like the idea of a guy thinking that one night with me is worth as much as a car. It wouldn’t be sexy if he was only willing to pay like…twenty bucks.”
She had a fair point.
The next girls all sold for between 20 and 30 grand. Except for the girl in the strappy leather. I was correct that she was selling herself as a sex slave. She went for 50 grand.
And then the auctioneer pointed at Chastity.
“Ahhh! I can’t believe this is happening!” she whispered.
Beef unchained her and took her to the platform.
Wait! No! I’d been so distracted by all this craziness that I hadn’t anticipated being separated from Chastity. Having her by my side was the only thing keeping me from totally freaking out.
Beef was about to pull the lever when I yelled, “Wait!”
Everyone looked at me.
“We come as a pair.”
“Oh really?” asked the auctioneer.
“Yup,” said Chastity.
“I like it. Name?”
“Raven Black,” I said.
Biff unchained me and took me to the platform with Chastity.
I thought being next to Chastity would make me feel better.
But then there was the fact that I was handcuffed in heels and lingerie and about to be auctioned off.
Stage fright immediately started to kick in.
Was this platform taking us to a stage in front of hundreds of people?
For all I knew it could have been taking us straight into the middle of Madison Square Garden. Or into an orgy.
“Bold move,” said Chastity as the platform continued to rise. “I never would have guessed that you’d want to have a threesome with me.”
“What?! Who said anything about…” Then it hit me. Two girls being auctioned off together at a sex club. Yeah, some pervert was definitely gonna buy us for a threesome. “Shit! I’m not a lesbian!”
Chastity laughed. “Single Girl Rule #30: Girl on girl action is only gay if no guys are watching.”
“Wait, that’s actually one of the Single Girl Rules? I always thought you just made that one up.”
“Nope. It’s real. Don’t worry - threesomes can be really fun. There’s nothing more satisfying than jerking a guy off onto a girl’s face. And kissing a girl with a mouth full of cum is super hot.”
I scrunched up my face. Oh God. What have I gotten myself into?!
The platform came to a smooth stop in the auction room. I’d expected to be standing at the front of a room looking out at lots of rich dudes holding little numbered paddles. But instead we were in a circular room surrounded by black glass.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” boomed the auctioneer’s voice through a speaker system. “Next up is a special treat. We’ll start the bidding at 10,000 for the privilege of having Chastity and Raven as your sex slaves for the evening.” He whistled softly. “I envy whatever man wins this one.”
“Whoa, hold everything,” I said.
Beef looked at me. His face was covered, but the way he had his arms crossed and his air of no-nonsense told me he didn’t want me to be talking.
“I selected the purple square. Girlfriend experience. I don’t want to be someone’s sex slave!”
“Which did you select?” he asked Chastity.
“Sex slave, duh.”
Chastity! Why?!
“Well there you have it,” said Beef. “You joined her auction, so you go by her terms.”
“But…”
“Do I hear 10,000?” asked the auctioneer through the speakers. If he was here I would have tried to argue with him more, but he conducted all the auctions from downstairs.
An LED above one of the windows lit up with 10,000.
“I have 10,000. Will you give me 20,000? 20,000?”
Another window lit up with 20. Then another with 30. The bids were flying in.
I stood there completely frozen, but Chastity was loving it. Each time a window lit up she’d blow them a kiss and give them a little shimmy.
“Will you give me 50,000?”
The window directly in front of us lit up with 250,000. I blinked a few times to make sure I was seeing it right.
The auctioneer sounded just as surprised as I felt. “I have 250. Wow. Will you give me 260? 260 anyone?”
A quarter of a million dollars?! Shit! Chastity was right.
There was something really sexy about a man being willing to pay a lot of money for your body.
And that was a whole lot of freaking money.
Was a threesome with me and Chastity really worth that much?
If so, we were wasting our time at BIMG.
I’d have to ask her if we could shake Dexter down for a $250K threesome once or twice a year. Hell, I’d even take $100K.
“250 going once. Going twice… Sold!”
The winning bid turned red and a panel of the wall slid away.
Beef uncuffed us and walked us towards the room. “Wow,” he said. “$250K sex slaves? The only other time I’ve seen a bid even close to that was when a bunch of guys all chipped in to get some girls for their buddy’s bachelor party. I hope you two are ready to get fucked. ”