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by Alexa Riley
I sit back in my chair and take a sip of my vodka. Most men my age drink some kind of dark liquor, but I never developed a taste for it, preferring vodka on the rocks with a twist of lemon. Sipping the cold drink, I feel it run down my throat and warm my chest. I watch as she pushes the covers off her completely, exposing her body and trying to cool off. The cameras are high definition and have night vision, but I still can’t see everything I want. As if I were there. I lick the rim of my glass, tasting the tartness of the lemon, imagining I’m licking it off her soft skin.
Mandy’s dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. I watch as she rolls over onto her back and sighs with frustration. I smile to myself, thinking I should probably adjust her temperature, but I just want to torture her a little longer.
Suddenly, I see her hand run over her stomach and down into her panties.
“Fuck.” I nearly choke on my vodka. I slam my glass down on my desk and sit up to get a closer look at the monitors. I was half-hard just sitting there watching her lie there in her underwear, but now that I’m seeing her do more, I’m at full attention.
I scoot to the edge of my chair, undoing my belt and unzipping my slacks. There’s no way I’m not jerking off with her. I pull out my cock and feel its weight in my hand. I watch closely as she sneaks her hand down the front of her panties, and I see her fingers start to move. Up and down her panties go, the rubbing motion making it clear what she’s doing.
Her long slim legs are spread wide as her other hand joins the party. I can only imagine one is spreading her sweet lips while the other strums her clit. She must be in such need to rub one out right now. God, how I wish I could take care of that need for her.
I lick my palm and run it up and down my dick, using the cum leaking from the tip to help guide the way. I’m fucking solid as a rock right now and could cum from just watching her rub her pussy. She’s got me so turned on and twisted up inside, I could literally cum from a single touch from her.
I squeeze my cock, rubbing in hard strokes, just waiting for her to cum. I don’t want to cum until she does. I lick my lips, wishing I could taste just a drop of the sweet nectar between her long legs. I try to imagine how sweet she tastes. I keep up with her strokes, trying to go at the same pace, but I see her get frustrated and stop. She makes some kind of growling sound, and then goes back to working her pussy again. After another ten minutes or so she lets out another grunt and stops.
My poor girl needs help, but I can’t provide it. Not yet. I pet my hard cock, and though it kills me to wait, I will. I’m going to save it up for her. One day, I’m going to fuck her, and when I do, she’ll get this load, and every other one I’ve been holding back as I wait for her to cum first.
I grab the remote and set her room to cool. I watch as, minutes later, she's snuggled under the blanket, sleeping.
“Soon, Mandy. Soon.”
So here I am at the Mistress Auction, ready to pay for it. At least this way, I’ll have her, and I’ll get what I want. Putting an exchange of money between us makes things much clearer. I’ll pay to have her the way I want her, and she can’t do anything about it. I’m sure she’ll be less than thrilled at the way I’m getting her, but I’m beyond the point of caring. She’s been eating away at me since the first moment I laid eyes on her, and it’s time I got her. She never came in all the nights I watched her touch herself. I haven’t either, so I know both of us could really use this right about now. This is something I can give her. Maybe I could make her body crave mine as much as I crave hers, dig myself so deep into her skin she could never leave me. I'd be the only person who could make her cum.
The overhead lights dim, and I know it’s time. I make my way over to my reserved table up front, and as I sit down, two men approach me from either side, pulling up chairs. I start to protest because I specifically reserved this table for one, but when I look up, I see who it is.
“Really?”
Aaron and Justin smile at me as they take a seat.
“You were kind enough to be at our auction when we got Stella, we just thought we’d repay the debt.” Aaron grabs my glass of water and takes a drink.
They’re both dressed similarly—as big, black, round pieces of foam. I can’t help but ask. “What are you supposed to be?”
Aaron smiles. “An Oreo. Stella’s the cream filling. We figured it was an easy costume since she’s pretty much always filled with our cream.”
I groan at the stupid joke and raise an eyebrow at Justin. “You two have been informed of the plan for her auction, correct?”
“Yes, yes, Samantha told us. Doesn’t mean we can’t heckle.”
I feel my neck getting hot from the anger boiling up inside me. I’m trying to breathe and remain calm, but I feel like choking both of them.
“Relax, Satan. We aren’t here to embarrass our girl. We just want to make sure she’s okay, and that everything goes to plan,” Aaron says, calming me a little.
“She’s not your girl. She doesn’t belong to either of you.” I hear myself snap out the words, but I don’t care.
“Mandy is like a sister to us.” Aaron has a hard look on his face, but I can see that it comes from a place of love. I think it’s great they see her that way, but it means nothing to me. They need to get it through their thick heads she isn't theirs.
“She’s about to be mine.”
Justin leans back in his chair, takes a drink of his beer and exchanges a look with Aaron. Neither of them say a word.
I have to have her, no matter what it takes. And if suffering through an auction with the two of them is the only way to do it, then so be it. The lights dim a bit lower, and the auctioneer's voice fills the room.
“Good evening, gentlemen. Let’s begin.”
3
Mandy
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I half-whisper into the phone, practically hiding in the corner of the dressing room while everyone else runs around getting ready for the auction. I should be doing the same, but I needed a pep talk from the person who helped talk me into doing this.
I don’t know what came over me the other morning. After I woke up from my drunken night, I knew it was time for a change. I called Justin and Aaron, only to have Stella answer the phone. I wasn’t sure if I needed to come back right away to their casino to work or if I could take some time to myself. I thought maybe I could go away for a while and try to take some time for myself. I can’t remember a time in my life when I slowed down enough just to enjoy myself. No, I always kept moving. I was always on to the next task.
Maybe I was still a little drunk that morning, because I found myself rambling on and on to Stella all morning about wishing I had someone in my life. This wasn't normal for me. I tend to keep to myself, burying my emotions deep inside and focusing on solving others’ problems. It was part of what I did for a living—jumping from one fire to another, but never asking others for help in putting out my own.
I had Don and the Cortez brothers, but I wanted someone who was mine. I wanted to be treated the way Aaron and Justin treat Stella. Like I was somebody’s everything. The lengths they went to to have her might have seemed a little crazy, extreme and over the top, but to me it was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted that so bad lately, I could almost taste it.
I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit part of this has been because of Charles. This newfound need to search for my ‘one’, as Aaron and Justin call it. When I first saw Charles, desire like nothing I’d ever felt before shot through my body. It felt like I was waking up for the first time, and maybe I was. He was male perfection in its roughest form. I never thought I had a type before him, but it seems I do now. He has this dark cloud around him, and I find myself wanting to see how close I can get to him. Then I found out who he was. His name wasn’t unknown, but somehow I’d never run into him before. Maybe I’d seen his face online before, but it hadn't caught my eye. Being in his presence, there was no missing him now. But all that desire fled my body
when I realized this was the man who was holding something against Justin and Aaron. For some reason I had an inkling it had to do with Stella too, which only pissed me off further. I don’t have a lot of people in my life, and part of that is probably my own fault. I’m not the most social person in the world, but the people I do have in my life, I would do whatever was necessary to protect them. Charles was a threat to my little makeshift family, and in my eyes he became the enemy.
When that desire left my body, it was almost like an ache began. Now there’s this hole that’s wishing to be filled again. A hole he put there and that I have to fill or the ache will consume me. Maybe a little passion in my life would do that.
“It’s fine! I was so flipping scared when I did it, and look! It turned out perfectly,” Stella says dreamily, breaking into my thoughts. It’s like she’s part of a fairytale or something. Well, maybe she is, but definitely an R-rated version of one.
“Yeah, but yours was a set up. Who knows who will buy me?” I don’t have some guy out there who’s been pining for my attention, but the truth is that it doesn’t really matter at this point. I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin. My romantic life is nonexistent. Maybe I’ll fall in love, or maybe I’ll just have a little fun. I’m going to spend the next thirty days playing catch up on my sex life.
“You know Samantha only has the best to offer.” She’s trying to comfort me, but it’s the final few minutes until go time, and I’m starting to have a small freak-out.
“I read the contract.”
“See? Then you know you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, I know I won’t be stuck with some asshole, but I also read that part about keeping my mouth shut and not asking questions. And the part where they can take other lovers and that’s not my business.” I roll my eyes just thinking about it.
“Mandy. Calm down. We talked about this. Hell, you were the one who said you didn’t have to find love. You said that it might be nice if it works out, but that you just want to have a little fun. Wanting to step out of the neat little box you’re in isn’t a bad idea.”
Releasing a deep breath, I feel my body relax at her words. “You’re right. I’m going in circles here. I guess I’m just freaking out a little.” I don’t know why this is all flooding me right now. I’d been thinking on this for days while I holed myself up in a fancy spa that sits on the outskirts of Vegas—a spa I'd been dying to go to, but never let myself find the time. I soaked in the sun and enjoyed the nothingness. I’d gotten the contract the same day I talked to Samantha, and I went over it with a fine-tooth comb. I lounged by the pool and thought over everything, and I was actually okay with all of it. I told myself that maybe I’ll find a happily ever after, or maybe I’ll just discover a little more about myself. Either way, it was going to be fine; both involved taking my life in a different direction.
“See? All is going as planned.” I know she phrased her words that way on purpose. She’s trying to make me feel at ease, like everything I have set in place is going as intended, just as I like it. “Just don’t forget to snap me a pic! I wanna see what you get.”
“I’ll do my best.” With that we say our goodbyes, and I rest against the wall, taking in a few deep breaths. I’m trying to calm myself and just breathe.
I catch Samantha out of the corner of my eye, talking rather closely to a man I can’t make out from here. When she breaks away I can’t help but notice the smile on her face. I wonder what that’s about. Samantha only ever gives the all-business face I know too well. I’m great at that face too. Sometimes Samantha will toss in a knowing smirk, like she’s three steps ahead of the rest of us, and that’s the scariest one of all.
When she finally reaches me, she wastes no time snapping her fingers, making her red-haired assistant pop out of nowhere. Her girl is eager and ready to take orders from the calm, cool, and collected Samantha.
“She needs dark red lipstick to make her lips really pop, but keep the eye makeup light and simple,” Samantha says.
I notice she’s got vampire teeth in, and it kind of freaks me out for a second. They aren’t the big plastic ones. Instead she’s wearing the ones that mold to your teeth, making them look almost real. It’s really the only thing that’s out of place on her for the Halloween-themed auction. All of the girls here are dressed up, so I’m anxious to see what my costume is going to be.
Her assistant grabs me by the wrist and hauls me towards a makeup station. She starts to do as directed, and I see Samantha follow behind us, pulling out her phone and typing away on it before pocketing it again.
“The wings?”
“On the second rack to the right,” Red says instantly, not pausing in her task of applying my makeup.
Samantha's back in a moment, holding what looks like angel wings in her hand.
“I’m an angel?” For some reason I thought I would be something naughtier. Maybe a schoolgirl or sexy cop or a slutty nurse. I’m not sure why this disappoints me. When I was out with Tiff a few days ago and she gave me a quick makeover, I felt different. I felt a little more confident in myself, and I wanted to have a little of that today while I’m onstage.
“Yes, it will work perfectly.” I wait for Samantha to say more, but she doesn’t and I don’t ask. I should’ve known that tactic wouldn’t work on her.
“Done,” the redhead says, but before I can thank her she’s gone to work on another woman's makeup.
“Where is the rest of it? All I’ve been given is this robe and a white thong. There's more than the thong and wings right?” I joke, but then think that really might be all there is for the costume, because I’m here to sell my body after all.
“Of course not.”
Samantha turns walking over to a cabinet pulling out a pair of high heels. When she hands them to me I can't help but stare at them. They’re beautiful four inch heels completely covered in diamond rhinestones that match the jewels that line the angel wings. I quickly strap them on like they might disappear right before my eyes.
“I wanted to check with you one more time about the virgin thing.”
Samantha‘s words pull me away from dreamily admiring my heels.
“What about it? I thought we went over that already?”
“Well, a woman's first time should be handled with care, and if the winner isn’t made aware of this before he takes you for the first time it might cause a problem. Virgins are supposed to have their first coupling here on the property, and your contract holder might not agree to that if he doesn't know. He’s not required to have your first time together be in one of our rooms to monitor for safety. And let’s not forget, virgins make a fortune out there.”
I wonder if that’s the problem. That this is cutting into her bottom line, the more money I rake in, the more money she makes off her ten percent. She really should just call it a finder’s fee. That’s what Samantha does; she finds the women for men.
“Is this about the money?” I ask, cutting right to the chase. I don’t want to beat around the bush; we are on a time crunch here and I’m not sure I want to go out there if she’s going to admit to everyone here that I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin. It’s embarrassing and I’m already barely holding onto my confidence as it is. I’m surrounded by eight other beautiful women who have bodies that will play seductress better than I will. I’m not built with dips and curves in all the right places, I’m tall and lean and barely fill out a B cup. We should be focusing on getting me a push up bra right now, and not about my V card. This was settled days ago or so I thought.
“While most things are about the money Mandy, I just want to make sure you know what you’re doing. My girl’s safety and wellbeing always come first. That’s why I had the Virgin Clause implemented to begin with, but since you’re waiving that protection, I just want to be certain you’re okay with it.”
She doesn’t look offended that I tried to say she was all about the money. I should apologize, because everyone knows Samantha takes care of what she thinks is hers. I
should respect how far she’s come in this hungry man-run city of Vegas, but she cuts me off before I can.
“And with you, I don’t have to worry about the money.”
What the hell does that even mean? Is she saying she doesn’t think I’ll go for much or that she thinks I’ll go fast? I'm scared of the answer, so I just don’t ask. I don’t want to take a hit like that before I go out on stage. I’ll stick to what needs to be covered right now.
“Yes I’m sure, I’ll tell him before we…” I pause for a minute looking for the right word to reassure her I’ll be fine “you know, go at it.” I finish. Jesus I couldn’t just say fuck.
“Alright then. You’re a smart strong woman, Mandy, I trust you’ll be able to handle anything he throws at you.”
I hold my tongue at telling her that maybe selling myself isn't the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but the point is moot.
“The rest of my costume?” I ask dropping my robe. I’m standing in just the white thong and heels. My brown hair is long enough cover my small breasts, but I’m still essentially naked.
Samantha doesn’t answer my question, and goes about placing the clear straps around my arms securing the wings in place.
“That’s it,” she says, eyeing me with approval.
“You want me to go out like this? With no freaking top?” My question is ridiculous and I know it. This is Vegas, most women on stage around here are topless. It should be a given and it’s dumb that I’m here auctioning myself off and thinking I wouldn’t be topless myself.
“You have legs for days and your breast are perky as hell. Your nipples are some of the best I’ve ever seen, you should be proud.” She says the words like it’s a compliment and obviously I should know this. “You don’t have to tell them you’re a virgin, but you’re not putting a top on.”