Chapter 3
Ugh, fuck these people.
Yes, everyone’s masks are in place, but I know half of them. Being in my line of work, you learn to know somebody by not only their face.
Faces blend together over time. It’s body language. How they hold themselves as if they are the biggest motherfucker in the room. Half of these assholes flash money and think it means something.
It doesn’t.
Skill and intelligence are just as important.
Twirling my drink in its glass, the ice cubes dance in the dark amber liquid. I place it under my mask and take a swig. It burns slightly, though the cheap stuff always does. You would think they’d give us the expensive shit, with all the money they make.
This isn’t my first time here. My brothers and I have been looking for over a year. It took 12 long months to get things ready at home for our pet. Then we hit the market.
So far, no one has caught our eye. This auction house is one of the worst ones we’ve seen. These fuckers don’t give a fuck about morals .
Not that I have any morals, but if I were in this line of work, I would take care of the girls better. I’ve seen how they treat the Red Room girls. I also know that the top floor of this house is a brothel; those whores aren’t treated well either, which doesn’t surprise me.
Taking another sip before pulling out my phone, I shoot off a text to our group chat.
The last part is for Bravo; we both know Charlie won’t talk. Not if someone other than us might hear. My eyes scan the room again. From my spot at the back, I can see everything. Plus with my back at the wall, no one is getting behind me.
I’ve already noted where all the exits are and checked for threats. Two doors for buyers, 1 door on the stage leading to the back. An armed guard is stationed at each door and employees with serving trays walk around the space.
Charlie hacked the security feeds in the room and has been watching from his computers. While my eyes keep flicking towards the loose cannon spewing bullshit. He’s had 4 drinks since I've been here and he was already sloshed when I arrived.
The auctioneer comes through the door. Heading onto the stage and to his stand. It’s a basic podium but the wall behind it is a screen. I know the girls’ pictures will be displayed there when the bidding starts.
That’s what they do. Parade the girls on stage, give us a few minutes to see the product in person and then take them away. Pictures take their place so the dumb fucks remember what girl they want.
When I- we -pick one, we won’t need a picture. She’ll be engraved into our sick, twisted fucked up brains. The clock on the screen shows there’s 5 minutes until it starts.
I dial Bravo knowing our younger brother will be with him. Just as I thought, the screen fills with their two masked faces . A black hood with two eyeholes, a smile cross stitched across the lips. Charlie has three tally marks where the arch of the right eyebrow would be. While Bravo has two.
“Sir, how’s the party?” Bravo’s gravelly, raspy electronic voice says.
“Fine. I’m hoping it will be better than the last.” Before he can respond, the auctioneer speaks up.
“We are ready to start. Tonight’s selection is probably our best yet. Please remember the number you chose for the bidding.” Once he finishes droning on, the door opens and two goons lead out the prey. Nine girls, nothing fancy until my eyes land on fire.
I flip the camera and show my brother’s the picks. Though I know they see what I do. On the second chain, the third girl is a goddess in red. From her hair to her outfit, her enormous breasts and hips curve out. She definitely has more than a handful.
We watch as the girls walk on stage and face us. Some are crying while others are blank faced. But not her; hatred and disgust fill her eyes as she sneers at the crowd. She’s probably picturing how she would maim or hurt everybody in this room.
The bitch’s gaze observes the exits, surveying her surroundings. She’s intelligent. Already trying to map out an escape route. That’s exactly what we need. Someone who thinks on their toes. Who’s vigilant. While the others cry and shrivel like whining babies, she is trying to figure a way out.
I can see the freckles that dot her face and body. A low grumble reverberates in my throat as I picture where else she has them.
They dot her tits, do they also dot her pussy?
I zoom the camera in on her before I flip the camera back to my face. I see Charlie lean into Bravo’s ear. He’ll only talk to us. His mind is probably more fucked up than mine. When I get the nod from Bravo, I know she’s the one.
The girls stay on stage for 10 minutes before they’re taken away.
I get my fill of staring before she’s led off and the pictures are put up.
A fake name under each girl. I know this because there’s no way her name is Red.
Her name doesn’t matter because once we get our hands on her, once we play, she won’t care what we call her.
“The redhead 707. Looks promising ,” Bravo chimes in. Even with the hood, I know his lips are pulled back, flashing his teeth like a wolf about to pounce on a rabbit.
Charlie leans in for a moment, and Bravo cracks up. “C likes her titties.”
I chuckle as the auctioneer comes back. Giving his big long speech about how the bidding will work, blah blah blah. Get to the fucking point.
He starts the bidding war, and I zone out as the rich pricks fight for the tail they want. My brothers are silent until I hear what I’ve been waiting for.
“Next is 707; she’s new to the barn. Just came to the farm last night, no training or breaking in yet. Can we start the bidding at $10,000?” Just as I suspected, the bids begin to flow . Of course, the vixen turned heads, but I’ll bide my time and wait.
It’s not long before there’s only one bidder offering $100,000. I throw my hand up, raising the bid to $110,000. We go back and forth though I put a stop to it by calling out “500,000.”
The auctioneer is basically jumping up and down and doesn’t wait. “Sold! For 500,000 dollars .” After a few minutes, one of his goons comes up to me. Giving me a piece of paper with 707 on it.
After Charlie wires the money over, I turn my attention back to my womb mates. “I’ll be home with a new toy soon.” Then, I hang up before they can respond.
Now, to collect my winnings.