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by Alexa Riley
I would punch myself in the face right now to know what caused that blush.
Justin leans in a little, and she blushes further. “You have our number, Stella. Please don’t be a stranger.”
She doesn’t say anything, just nods her head. I reluctantly let go of the window, and she pulls away, leaving our casino and not looking back.
We stand there in the parking lot, staring at where her truck was, changed by that brief encounter. I turn to Justin, “You felt that, right?”
“Yep.”
“She’s the one we’ve been waiting on.”
He nods in agreement. “Let’s do a little digging and see what we can come up with.”
Over the next month, Stella comes in seven times to pick up her dad. Almost twice a week, Frank would show up at the casino, get blitzed, and we’d have to call her to come get him. We never complained about the money we lost, eating up the debt he made when he came in. Each time she would ask what he owed and we told her there wasn't a bill. Relief would flash across her face each time. We thought it was a fair trade to get to see Stella and be close to her. Fuck, I would have paid even more than what he lost.
Justin thought we should move slow, ask her out on a few dates, before we dropped the bomb on her about being ours and wanting to share her. The two of us learned early on we liked sharing a woman, and that one day we wanted to make that situation permanent. This is Vegas, and I’m sure you could find plenty of women willing to do that, but we wanted the one. We knew that when we found her it would hit us. For that reason, we almost never had sex. We agreed that random hook-ups, even solo ones, were unnecessary, so we decided to wait. It had been years since either of us had touched a woman, but we weren’t bothered by it. We wanted a family, and while we knew how to wrap up, we wanted to be safe rather than sorry when it came to getting the wrong woman knocked up with our kid. We wanted our family, one we had chosen. And then Stella came along. It was like our cocks had come back to life, and sex was all we could think about. We wanted inside her, wanted her at our side, her womb filled with our kid, making a family.
We tried to be relaxed about asking her out. While we knew she was the one, we didn't want to scare her by being so intense all of a sudden. First, one of us would ask, then the other. We thought maybe she’d say yes to one of us. Obviously we would both go on the date when she showed up, but we just needed her to agree. We tried to do this like gentlemen, but no matter what we did she wouldn’t accept any of our offers. After four weeks of Frank coming into The Cortez, and us begging for a date, it stopped.
It took a couple of calls, but we found out he was still pulling the same crap, just at one of Don’s casinos on the south side. He pressed his luck, and since this meant we wouldn’t see Stella anymore, something needed to change. Just like everything in life, my brother and I didn't stop until we got what we wanted, and we weren't afraid to get our hands dirty to get it. Sometimes the luck came to us, and sometimes we need to make our own.
We dug around in Frank’s business after the first night we met Stella. We needed to know everything we could about her and about him. Justin and I wanted to have information in our pocket in case we needed leverage, and it was time we pulled that out.
Frank was apparently a very loving and devoted husband, but he had some skeletons of his own in his closet before the missus passed away. It seemed around the time Stella's mom was diagnosed with cancer, Frank took up the gambling and drinking, and it only got worse after she passed.
Not only was Frank up to his ears in debt all around town, but he’d taken a few out in Stella’s name too. From what we found, she didn’t have any knowledge of it, and that made it a thousand times worse. Not only was her dad days from a set of broken legs, but so was she. He’d taken out thousands in her name, and some at some really shady casinos. Meaning if he didn't pay up soon, as in yesterday, they’d come looking for her. Justin and I wouldn’t let that happen. Ever.
Frank had enough debt that he couldn’t win it back at any table in Vegas, but we could make him think he could. We called in a favor with Don, and planted a few key players. We knew we wanted Stella, and the way to do it was to make it so she had no choice. It was dirty, but it was the only way we could get her. We needed to have her, and we were prepared to do anything for it. We could keep her safe, take care of any debts in her name, and not only that, if people knew she was ours they wouldn't dare to even look her way.
We silently paid the debts in her name and made a deal with the loan sharks not to breathe a word to anyone. We left Frank with his own for two reasons. One, because fuck him for putting his daughter's life in danger. He made it clear by taking out those loans in her name that he didn’t give a shit about her. Two, in case Stella didn’t like how things went, we needed a safety net. Offering to pay off what was left of Frank’s debt was a big bargaining chip we needed in our back pocket. It may be a dirty way to hold on to her, but we never said we fought fair. Never would when it came to her.
Once that was squared away, we had the poker game arranged and Frank tipped off. He showed up that night with the deed to his land in hand. When setting this up, we ensured the land would stay clear for thirty days because we knew Frank would bet it, and we knew he’d lose it. This man was willing to sacrifice his daughter, her future, and their lives for a poker game. He didn’t deserve her, and we were going to make sure she belonged to us after that night.
Justin and I watched in the control room as Stella came in that night to pick up Frank. We saw the moment she realized the deed had been lost, and we saw how strong she was when she didn’t buckle at the news. Our girl was tough.
We watched silently as Samantha walked over to her and they had a talk. After it was over, I turned to Justin and we nodded to one another. It was done.
3
Justin
I can’t help it. I’m so fucking excited to see Stella. It’s been too long since we were last with her, and I’m ready. Aaron is his usual cocky self, leaning against the wall. Meanwhile I can’t be still. I’m ready to get this over with. The planning and preparation has led to this moment, and maybe once we have her, it will calm this thing inside me. Since the first moment we laid eyes on her, we knew. We’ve been patient and waited for her. She’s the one, and now, knowing we are this close, it feels like I could jump out of my own skin.
The announcer asks us to take our seats, and I look over at Aaron. He nods, and we make our way to the reserved table. Neither of us has been to one of these auctions before. The only reason we know about them is because of Don. The old man really is like a father to us. He kept asking when we were going to find a girl and settle down. I think he realized a long time ago we had a plan to share a wife, and he never passed judgment on us for it. The only thing he ever wanted for us was success, and the only thing he ever asked for in return was grandbabies. He said he never had time for a family of his own, and that dating showgirls more than half his age kept him young. But he was a softy at heart, and wanted us to give him the grandkids he never thought possible. I guess he thought something like this would work for us, because he introduced us to Samantha a few years back. Though we never took her up on her services, sending clients to one another made for a good business partnership. We appreciated her work ethic in steering high rollers our way. So in return we mentioned her services to our clients who fit her strict criteria, so it was a win-win.
When we approached her about Stella and what we wanted, she stayed professional and gave us numbers. The only time she ever showed a hint of breaking character was when we first gave her the plan, and she gave us a wicked smile that appeared and disappeared so fast I wasn’t sure I saw it. She moved on to money right after. We agreed to pay double the fee since Stella was going to two men instead of one, but in truth we would have paid whatever number she quoted.
She gave us the rules before tonight. Letting us know that we could bid whatever we wanted, but Stella would go to the highest bidder. We both laughed because w
e wouldn’t allow anyone else to have her. No matter what. She also said that our first coupling would have to be on the property and we said we agreed, although that wouldn’t be happening. Aaron and I have our first time planned out a little differently. I won't be taking our woman for the first time in a place where maybe hundreds of others had done the same, so let’s hope it all goes to plan.
Once we arrived, we were given one paddle with the number twelve on it. Aaron smiled at me because it’s his lucky number. We were given a list of the names of the ladies who would be up for bidding, but other than that no information was given. No picture, no bio, just a list of ten names. Samantha told us she kept the lists short to encourage lots of bidding and to keep the auctions elite. She’s close to being a billionaire all on her own, so she must know what she’s doing.
Our table is at the front, and it’s just the two of us. There are ten tables with two men each, twenty men total. So it looks like about ten will be going home disappointed, because I doubt there are any other men bidding together like Aaron and me.
“Let’s begin, gentlemen. The girls are ready, and tonight we are starting off with a rare treat. Normally we’d save something like this for last, but I thought we’d give each of you an opportunity to bid before you made other purchases. This rare gem has something you all want.”
Some of the men around us talk excitedly, and Aaron looks over at me, shrugging. They’re auctioning off women, how much rarer can they be?
“Tonight I offer you Stella, the twenty-year-old virgin.”
“Oh fuck,” we say in unison, looking at each other. My dick instantly goes hard and I know Aaron’s is too. Oh shit. This can’t be real. Just as I’m about to say something, the curtains open and the spotlight goes on Stella.
It takes everything inside me not to stand up and charge the stage. I grip the table, the glasses rattling from the sudden jolt, and I can feel Aaron shaking next to me. We are like starving wolves being shown a rare steak, our primal and basic urges coming forward. My teeth are clenched and I can barely hear anything around me as my heartbeat pounds in my ears.
Stella stands there in a sheer nightgown, bathed in soft lights. Her nightgown is basically a scrap of silk thrown over her body, but allows everything to be seen. She looks so pure and young. Her dark curls lie over one shoulder, moved just out of the way to frame her breasts. I can see her pink areola as if nothing is hiding it. Her nipples are hard and the tight peaks tent the front, making her big breasts look obscene yet so innocent. The tiny silk garment ends just at her pussy, and we are close enough to the stage to see through it to her soft curls that lie underneath. Now knowing it’s an untouched virgin pussy makes it even harder to sit still and not rush the stage to carry her off caveman-style.
My cock is so hard it’s painful, and I feel it jutting up in my slacks, trying to find room that isn’t there. I remove one of my white-knuckled hands from the table, reaching down to adjust myself. It has nowhere to go, so even moving my dick doesn’t give it any relief. I’m aching for her, and there’s nothing I can do about it right this second.
She looks nervous, but she takes a breath and it seems to steady her nerves. If we had any idea she would be presented this way we may have done this differently. Fuck, who am I kidding? We would have done this no matter what. We have to have her, and buying her guarantees us she’s ours.
“Take a look at this beauty, gentlemen. She’s certified pure and contract ready. We’ll start the bidding at—”
“One million.” Aaron cuts off the announcer, starting the bidding himself. I finally take my eyes off Stella long enough to see my brother looks like I feel. He’s on the edge just as much as I am, and I’m glad he has the ability to think clearly enough to get this shit started so it can be finished. Now.
When I look back at Stella, she’s squinting, trying to see beyond the spotlight to make out who’s bidding on her. I guess she can’t see it’s us from the stage, and that’s probably for the best right now. I think if she saw our faces she would be terrified. Our inner animals have come out and our base instincts are kicking in. We are ready to hunt and breed.
“A million one,” someone shouts from the back.
“A million two.”
“A million three.”
People are popping up in the back shouting numbers. The auction is going fast, and it’s getting away from us. “Two million,” I say, holding up the paddle.
The announcer looks surprised, but nods at our bid, continuing with the auction, asking for other bidders. It takes a few moments, but he starts the countdown.
“Going once—”
“Three million,” someone in the back interrupts.
My fist clenches around the paddle, almost breaking it in half. I don’t give a fuck about the money, I just want to know who’s stupid enough to challenge us to our woman.
“Six million,” Aaron says, and the room goes silent.
The announcer's voice is a little shaky as he starts the countdown again.
“Six million to number twelve for the stunning Stella. Going once.”
My heart is beating out of my chest, the anticipation is killing me.
“Going twice.”
“Six million, one hundred thousand.”
This time I do snap the paddle in half, and we both turn around to see who the other bidder is. When I spot Charles Townsend in the back, I see red. He’s the owner of the Snake Eyes casino, and he’s a problem.
Frank Johnson is once again fucking things up. After using up the good graces of Don and making his way to our casino, he must have thought he pushed his credit, because he moved on to someone else. Charles does business differently than we do at the Cortez, and we recently found out how much so. Not only did he extend credit to Frank, but he also gave him credit in Stella’s name too. We cleared up that debt already so our girl is no longer tied to him. From what Charles said to us, he wasn’t aware that Frank was taking out debts in her name. We believed him, but he’s here and bidding on the same girl he previously held some power over. I don’t know how, but it looks like he got wind of the auction tonight and is trying to get his hands on her.
Aaron looks to me, and we communicate silently that we’ll deal with him later. Aaron nods to the auctioneer and holds up the top part of our broken paddle. “Ten million.”
The announcer’s eyes go wide, and he must sense the room is about to break out into a brawl, because he grabs the hammer and starts the countdown. “Going once, twice, sold!” He slams it down before anyone else can bid.
The curtains drop quickly, concealing Stella from everyone’s view, and Aaron and I stand up so fast both of our chairs fall back. We walk to the back of the room, towards Charles, but by the time we get there, we see him on his way out of the room. I grab Aaron’s arm to stop him from chasing after him, nodding toward the hallway on the other side. We’ve already got plans tonight.
“You’re right, Justin. Later. We can deal with him later.” He takes a deep breath, and we walk towards the door, towards our girl.
When we get to the door, security checks our stuff and lets us pass. I have to give Samantha credit. She runs a tight ship. The hallway is long and dimly lit. Once we are at the end, another security guard directs us to a red door. Aaron opens it and walks through. I enter after him and shut the door. I hear a beep behind us, and I assume that security is locking us in. I guess this is for our protection just as much as it is for the women. I can imagine money and bidding makes people do crazy things. Better safe than sorry.
Looking at the room, the first thing I notice is the bed. It’s a king-size four-poster with dark blue bedding, and thick drapery hanging from the posts. The room is decorated much the same, with dark navy carpet and ornate furniture throughout. The room looks like a place a king would take his bride on their wedding night. I look to Aaron and he nods his head, confirming the plan. While this is a fine room, and they have rules for a reason, this isn’t where Stella will become ours.
“Gentlemen, congratulations. If you’ll sign on the indicated tabs, you’ll be all set.”
We each grab a pen and sign, confirming the wire transfer of ten million, plus her twenty percent commission. Half of the ten million will be sent to Stella now, and the other half at the end of thirty days. Once it’s all in order, Samantha takes the papers and goes back out the hidden door.
A few moments later we hear the door open again, and Stella walks in. She’s still in her see-through silk, and seeing her like this makes me feel utterly out of control. She has her head down and is looking at the floor as she approaches us. She must be terrified, because she can’t even make eye contact. Seeing her fear is the one thing keeping me rooted to the spot. I don’t want her frightened of us. Especially right now when she feels vulnerable.
Once she is a few steps away, she stops dead in her tracks, probably because she sees two sets of shoes.
Her head snaps up and she looks me, her eyes wide with shock. “You,” she whispers accusingly, and then turns to look at my brother. “And you.” She brings her hands to her mouth, looking back and forth between us in shock.
I slowly reach out and take one hand away from her mouth, holding it gently in mine. “You wouldn’t go to dinner with us.”
Stella’s eyes are still as big as saucers. “So you paid ten million dollars to have sex with me?” Her shock is apparent in her voice, and I can’t help but smile.
Aaron reaches out and takes her other hand. “We consider it a deal. We’d have paid much, much more.”
I know he doesn’t want to scare her with the whole ‘we want you as our shared wife for the rest of our lives’ talk just this moment. So letting her think we paid to have sex with her is probably for the best right now.