Chapter Four
Skye
Yes, I just admitted to a stranger I was still a virgin. My day just can’t be getting worse.
“What? Oh. My. God. You’re a virgin?” Lily squeals, jumping out of the chair.
My cheeks turn red in embarrassment. It’s not like I’ve had the time to date. Until eight months ago, when I started working for Doctor Harper, I was holding down two waitressing jobs while in college.
Also, I could never shake my mother’s words off long enough to start a relationship and make sure it stayed healthy, so I just used the excuse that I wanted to be at a better place in my life when I did start dating. A time I subconsciously knew I would never allow to come.
“Holy fucking hymen on a pedestal. Do you know how much money you could make being a virgin? If I hadn’t given my virginity to stupid Ronald Seaward at college, I would be so much richer.
That house I’m saving to buy while I live here in my brother’s apartment would have been bought already.
And you could do the same. I’m talking loads and loads of money. ”
I laugh nervously. Lily thinks we’re the same. We’re not, and how long will it be before she realizes this?
“No one who doesn’t need a lobotomy is going to pay me to take my virginity.”
Lily drew back, an expression of confusion on her face. “You really think that don’t you? Well, you better change your attitude about that if you want to make some real money real quick. I can get you into BBB,” Lily says, eyeing me as I shake my head.
Again, no one is going to pay me for sex. With my dark hair and dark eyes, I know I’m not ugly, but I’m dull. I don’t have the personality. I don’t have the confidence. I read somewhere that confidence is the only kind of sexy someone needs, and it escapes me sadly.
“Okay, just listen to me. The quickest way you’re going to make a lot of money real fast is at the virgin auction.”
“An auction?” I say incredulously. “Like going once, going twice— “
“Sold to the gentleman in the back,” Lily completes my sentence. “Yes, that kind of auction, and the best part is you get to choose who you want. The next auction is in three days, and I can shoo you in. I know the boss pretty well.”
“How does that even work?”
“It’s a big deal. The day the auction starts, men start to bid on you.
You get to see their faces. You can talk to them, get to know them; they shower you with gifts, and all the while they’re bidding on your virginity.
You get access to everything, so you can see who bids what. After three days you make your pick.
“Usually girls go for the highest bidder, but sometimes they go for who they’re attracted to even if they aren't the highest bid. Choice is all yours.”
“How much does… how much can someone make at an auction like that?”
“Sweetie, the last girl sold hers for nine hundred thousand dollars. She spent the night with the guy, upped, and left the next day to start her own bakery in California. Easy peasy, virgin squeezy. Bids start at two hundred thousand dollars, so you can’t lose, and if you don’t like any of the bidders, you get spooled into the next round.
You would get bid on so fast and so high; your head would spin. ”
Does Lily really think I’m worth it? Still, I can’t help my eyes widening so much I feel them engulfing my whole face. I’m so out of my depth, my legs begin to tremble, so I take another sip of the drink, then I bite my lip. Am I even contemplating this?
“Okay, think about the virgin auction thing, but in the meantime, I can get you into the digital side of BBB.”
“What’s that?” I say, still wide-eyed.
“Relax. It’s great for a beginner, and it’s where I started. There’s a whole clientele out there who just want to talk to a pretty girl.”
“About what? Sex?”
“Sex— sometimes yes. It’s all on screen, so nothing physical at all. Some might ask you to masturbate for them, but they pay really well for that, I’ll have you know. If it gets out of hand, BBB security shuts them down and bans them.
“Sometimes they just want you to listen to them talk about the day they had, and then they jerk off. They’ll tell you what they want to do to you. You just have to flirt back.”
Right, because I’m Ms. Flirt all by myself.
“You could easily make anything from five hundred dollars to twenty thousand dollars a day; you just never know.
I have this guy who wants to be a juggler, but he gets off going at it naked, and he wants me to be his audience.
A grand for twenty minutes of me praising his body.
He has a great body, and his juggling skills are not bad at all. Again, no contact.
“None of the people you talk to online want to meet you in real life, honestly. All of them are just lonely, you know, with kinks other people think are weird. The most popular kind is where you simulate entire lives with them. They make up things, like you’re married to them.
You have children; you talk about your son getting into trouble at school, or you have a fight with them, and then it’s make-up sex time, and you masturbate together.
Some are a bit strange, not going to lie.
I had a guy once who wanted me to explain in excruciating detail what my cramps felt like during my period. ”
“But no physical contact at all, right?” I ask as if Lily hadn’t made sure to insert the no physical contact phrase every time she could.
“Just you behind a screen.”
“I’ll do it. And the virgin thing. Put me down for the virgin thing as well, please.”