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 getfucked.”
Stalker Problems - Chapter 53 - The Onyxies
Wednesday – May 31, 2023
“Can you tell me the safe word?” I asked Beef as we got closer to the door.
“No,” he replied.
“Please?!”
“No,” he said again.
Damn you, Beef!What had I ever done to make him hate me so? I’d only sassed him a little bit when we first met.
