“That’s a hefty amount,” Sheridan says. “More than has ever been paid. Might I ask what you are requesting with that bid?”
“I need a bride,” the man says.
Did he just say bride?
A chill runs through my entire body. I have no idea how to react to that. I must be in complete shock, because it doesn’t even seem real. He hasn’t even met me, and he’s wanting to marry me?
“A fake one,” he says next.
I don’t know whether to be relieved or offended. So, it’s not real. He’s wanting some strange arrangement that I’m obviously too naïve to understand.
“And what exactly do you mean by that?” Sheridan asks.
I’ve never been more thankful to have a “Madame” to ask helpful questions on my behalf. Because I’m wondering the exact same thing.
What kind of arrangement does this guy have in mind?
Chapter 8 – Veronica
“I need her to pretend to be engaged to me,” says the man, with a shrug of his wide, muscular shoulders, as if it’s no big deal. As if he’s asking for a piece of candy in a candy store. I guess money really can buy anything. “And to pretend to marry me. As soon as possible.”
“I… I see,” Sheridan says, obviously at as much of a loss for words as I am. “And will there be other… terms to this agreement? Things that the lovely Miss Veronica will have to agree to? For that amount of money.”
He shrugs again.
“Well, if you’re talking about sex…”
“I’m talking about the pleasure of her company,” Sheridan quickly interrupts to clarify. This guy doesn’t even know you’re not supposed to say the “s” word around here. He must be new. I like to think that he is— that he doesn’t always come here to buy sex, or fake brides, for that matter. “The enjoyment of all the many things that are possible for a man and a woman to enjoy doing together.”
“Well, let’s just say I’m a red-blooded male,” the guy says, and everyone else starts laughing. It seems to be a release of the nervous, pent-up energy we’ve collectively had since this mystery man announced he wanted to an insane amount of money to make me his fake fiancée. “So, I’m wanting to buy everything that’s included in a fake engagement scenario.”
“That scenario is quite unique,” Sheridan responds. “So, let’s just be clear here, so that Veronica knows whether or not she wishes to accept the offer. You would like the pleasure of her complete company. You would like her to be your fake… fiancé.”
“And fake bride,” he says, with a smile.
Even though the set up is crazy, I can’t help but want to smile back at him. His dimple is so damn cute and his body is so hot.
“And fake bride,” Sheridan continues. “How much of a period of time would this cover? And how much time would you be needing from Veronica to carry out this fake… courtship?”
The mystery man shrugs.
“Look, I’m not one for rules,” he says. “I just know I need to do this thing. She’ll have to have dinner with my dad, if he’s able to get out of bed. Some days are better than others.”
The way he says this breaks my heart. I guess it makes me think of my mom during the hardest phases of her condition and her treatment so far.
“And then we might have to put in another public appearance or two so it seems semi-believable. Even though Dan and Ed here are clearly in on the scoop, we don’t want people running their mouths wondering how such a short engagement can be possible, and causing my dad to question anything.”
His friends high five him, and I’m not sure what secret they’re in on, but I have to admit it sounds rather intriguing. This guy is so hot I’d probably do it for free, just for fun. To live a little, to have some adventure, as Stacy always urges me to do. But to think that I’m getting paid two million dollars to do it is mind-blowing. I suppose he wants my virginity as well, but from the wetness in my panties I have a feeling that’s something I’d give him for free as well.
“Alright then,” Sheridan says, as if she doesn’t know what else to say, and I don’t blame her, as I would be at a loss of words myself. “Are there any other bids?”
No one says anything, and then the man in the front says, “Well dude, I really wanted her but you obviously have your own strange fantasies to fulfill and you’re willing to pay a lot more than I even have, to carry that out, so, have at it.”
“If we can please refrain from talking to other clients during the bidding,” Sheridan reminds him.
After no one else says anything, she asks, “Alright, Veronica, with your knowledge of the terms of the request… or, as detailed as we’re able to decipher at this point in time… are you willing to accept the bid? Please understand that you don’t have to. We could go with the lower bid and pick up the auction from there, with alternative terms in place.”
“I understand,” I tell her. She’s probably worried about getting sued or something. Her face looks confused and apprehensive, as if she fears she might be selling me to a very deranged man.
But as I look back at the man who has just offered to pay a fortune to make me his fake wife, I decide that if he’s deranged then I’m deranged too. Because I want to see where this takes us. Not just because he’s hot, and not only because my mom desperately needs the money and this amount is more than enough to pay for all her treatments, but also because I’m sick of being shy and self-conscious and playing it safe.
I look back at Stacy and then at the beautiful blue eyes of the mystery man who I suppose will no longer be a mystery to me. My entire body tingles at the thought of him taking me for his very first time. And with the knowledge that I’m the one he has chosen to be his pretend wife.
“Do you accept the offer, Veronica?” Sheridan prods me, done worrying about my fate and eager to move on to the bidding for the next girl. “Do you want to be this man’s… fake fiancée? Fake wife?”
His eyes are the color of a sea I could get lost in for the rest of my life. I have no choice but to go along with whatever he wants— no matter how strange of a request it is.
So, without unlocking my gaze from his, I nod my head.
“I do.”
Chapter 9 – Isaac
The moment I saw Veronica on stage, I knew I wanted to make her mine. My fake fiancée and my real lover. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, with an hourglass shape and an olive glow to her skin. Her tits look perfectly squeezable, as does her curvy ass. She’s exactly my type, but there’s also something so innocent about her that makes me want to corrupt her.
I knew I’d have to pay a premium because she’s a virgin. But that makes her worth even more. I can’t wait to pop her sweet little cherry.
I loved watching the look of astonishment cross her innocent face as she heard what I wanted to do with her. She definitely makes the very best fake fiancée that money can buy.
I need to pay for the transaction, and while I’m at it, I call my father. Her green eyes follow me as I step out of the room, as if eagerly awaiting my return.
While this kind of “clinginess” right off the bat would annoy me in most chicks, with Veronica, it means I’ve got her right where I want her. I can do what I want with her— even marry her— and she won’t mind. In fact, I can tell she’ll like everything I’m going to do with her, and not just because of the money.
She wants me bad. Just thinking about it makes my cock rock hard. I can’t wait to deflower her—and fake marry her. And not just because it means inheriting my dad’s company and his billions of dollars. But because I want to hear her moaning, groaning, and begging me not to stop fucking her tight little virgin pussy for her very first time.
“Hello, Morris residence,” says a familiar voice when I call my dad’s number.
“Hi Cora,” I tell his caretaker. “It’s Isaac. How are you?”
“I’m doing just fine, Isaac. How about yourself.”
“I’m doing great, now,” I tell her.
I can hear my dad in the backgrou
nd, saying, “Ask him if he’s married yet.”
“Shhh,” she hushes him. “You should be happy your son is calling you, not on his back all the time.”
I chuckle. Good old Cora. Keeping my dad in check. She’s the only person that he lets talk to him like that. Probably because she’s even older than he is and has a lot of experience taking care of crochety old men.
“I’m sorry him,” she tells me. “Just ignore him.”
“It’s okay, Cora. In fact, the reason I’m calling is to announce something very special.”
“Oh my,” she says, and I can picture her fake fanning herself. “Does it have to do with his demand that you get married?”
“It sure does,” I tell her.
“Well, he’ll be so happy to hear that. Let me put him on.”
“What?” my dad tries to shout into the phone, as soon as it’s in his hands. But his voice is feeble. “What do you want?”
“Dad, I wanted to tell you I’m engaged,” I say, as I hand my credit card over to the transactions desk, making it official. “Your wish has come true.”
“Well, it’s about time,” my dad says. “But I need to meet this woman. Jessica? Jennifer? How do I know she’s even real and that you’re not just doing this for my money?”
“It’s Veronica, Dad,” I tell him, hoping that he’ll just mix all the names together again, like he always does.
“Veronica, huh?” he asks. “You got a new one already?”
“And I can’t wait for you to meet her,” I jump in, hoping he’ll forget about how new she is. By tomorrow he’ll not even remember her name or what he originally thought it was. “Do you think you’ll be up for dinner in a few days?”
“I think I can manage to do that,” he says.
He maintains his rough, grumpy demeanor but I’m certain I can somehow hear a smile peeking through.
“Okay, Dad,” I tell him, happy if he’s happy.
For a moment, I feel a pang of guilt about lying to him like this. But if it can make an old man happy by fulfilling his dying wish— and get me the inheritance that’s rightfully mine, in the meantime— then I don’t see the harm. And Veronica is being more than justly compensated for her role in all of this.
“Isaac?” Cora says, back on the line.
“Yes?” I ask her, as if she’s my second mom.
She has a way of sounding authoritative and caring.
“You’re not doing this just for your dad, are you?” she asks, cautiously.
“Of course he is,” I can hear my dad saying in the background. “But that’s fine by me. As long as he does it. Once he’s married, he’ll see the importance of settling down and getting serious…”
“No, Cora,” I reassure her, lying through my teeth and feeling bad about it because Cora is such a considerate soul. But now that I’ve started the lie, I have to keep it going. “I’m doing it because I’m in love.”
“I’m so happy to hear that,” she says. “Because it would be a mistake to marry someone you don’t love, just to please your father, who really is impossible to please anyway.”
“Good point, Cora,” I tell her, mainly to hurry her off the phone. My half-erect cock is reminding me that I have important business to attend to. The business of popping a certain very juicy cherry.
“So, I’m so glad to hear that you love her,” she drones on.
“I sure do, Cora,” I tell her. “I need to hurry along now, but thanks for taking care of my dad, as always.”
“Anytime,” she says. “You know that’s my job. But I also can’t help but take care of you. You have fun now, with this fiancé of yours that you love.”
That I love to think about fucking for her first time ever, I tell myself, to make my lie a little more palatable. That part, at least, is true. I can’t wait to fuck the living daylights out of Veronica. And I’m about to do that right now. This club has rooms provided for clients to use in order to… fulfill their bids… and I’m about to make good use of them.
As I head back into the main room to collect my prize— my fake fiancé, my new lover— I have to stop dead in my tracks. I can’t believe how stunningly beautiful she is. I can’t believe she’s mine. At least, she’s my very fake fiancée and my very real virgin—although neither one is going to last very long once I get my hands on her.
I approach her, feeling uncharacteristically nervous, and only does the thought strike me. I just hope she doesn’t get her hands on my heart. That would make this entire charade all too very real.
Chapter 10 – Veronica
Isaac leads me into a room in the back, which I expect to be some sort of sex dungeon, or perhaps something that smells dank and sleazy, like the VIP room of a strip club must smell. Still, I’m rather happy to follow him, because I can tell he wants to take me right now, right this minute, and I want the same thing.
In a way, it will ease the tensions between us to do the physical deed and then move onto the fake romance part of this— whatever that is. But I can’t deny I’m most excited for this part: to feel his hands on me, all over me, to feel him in me.
When we enter the room, I’m surprised by its ambiance, but I guess I shouldn’t be, since this is a place for billionaires with luxurious taste. Candles are burning, classical music is playing, and a large king bed with a canopy post awaits us. I almost feel as if I’m a princess in a fairy tale, even though in reality, I’m a common whore. Except being paid two million dollars for giving up my virginity is anything but common.
As soon as he locks the door, Isaac pushes me up against the bed. I can feel his cock behind me, pressing into my back, as he whispers in my ear. It’s so sexy I know I’m dripping wet for him.
He reaches into his pocket, and I assume he’ll take out a condom. Instead, he hands me a small blue box.
“Here,” he says, “wear this so it looks authentic.”
I open the box to see the largest diamond I’ve ever laid eyes on. I didn’t even know that there were diamonds this big and shiny.
“Is this real?” I ask, holding it up to the light of the window so that I can admire it better.
“Yes,” he says. “I wasn’t going to get you some cheap cubic zirconia. No one would believe that.”
“Wow,” I say. “Fake engagement, but very real ring.”
“Of course,” he says. “You can do what you want with it when we’re done with all of this. Sell it. Keep it. Whatever.”
“Thanks,” I say, putting it on my finger. Amazingly, it fits.
“Now, we’re going to stop talking about rings and I’m going to take your virginity,” Isaac tells me. “And then you’re going to meet my father. We’re going to tell him we’re engaged. And then we’re going to stage a big wedding. That’s all there is to this. Nothing more, nothing less. A simple transaction, with both of us benefitting. You understand?”
“Yes,” I nod, half excited, half a little scared.
He seems as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as me that this isn’t anything but a normal transaction. Nothing different than going to the store and buying a gallon of milk.
He takes the straps of my dress down off of my shoulders, and pauses before biting me on one of my shoulders.
Oh, my God.
I wasn’t expecting that. I jump, but a chill runs down my spine in a good way. He bites my other shoulder, harder this time.
“I’m going to claim you,” he says. “You’re going to be mine. Are you ready for me to pop your delicious little cherry?”
I nod as he devours my neck, kissing and nuzzling it. My body tingles all over.
He tugs on my dress and it falls off of me. He makes a “hrmph” sound that lets me know he’s pleased with what he sees. He undoes my bra with one hand and it joins my dress in a heap on the floor. I’m naked for him now, except for my thong.
“Very nice,” he says, his hands traveling up and down my body: fondling my breasts and tracing the curvature of my hips and butt. “I’m glad this is
all mine.”
He seems to be restraining himself, holding back from saying or doing what he truly wants. His breath quickens and I realize he’s as into this as I am. My heart races.
He looks down over my shoulders, still behind me, as he cups my breasts in his hands.
“I love your big tits,” he says.
With one hand he begins playing with my nipple, his fingers tracing its edges and then squeezing it tight. With his other hand he undoes his fly and takes out his cock. He bites down on my neck once again as he plays with my nipple and rubs his cock on my ass.
“This is what I’ve been wanting to do to you ever since I saw you up there on that stage,” he tells me. I lean back into his firm chest and look up into his eyes.
His hand travels down to my thong and he hooks a finger underneath it. Pushing it inside me, he says,
“Your tight little pussy is dripping wet for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I tell him, my breath catching so hard I can barely talk.
He fingers me and then he takes his other hand off his dick and begins rubbing my clit.
“I’m going to make you come standing up,” he tells me, as the finger of one of his hands explores my pussy while the finger and thumb of his other hand squeeze my clit.
He spreads my legs further apart and inserts another finger inside my pussy.
“You’re tight, alright,” he tells me, as he thrusts two fingers in and out of me. “But your juices are dripping out on my hand, because your body is begging me to take you.”
“Yes,” I admit, giving into the feelings of lust and desire overwhelming me. “I want you to take me so bad.”
He plays with my clit and fingers me while his cock grows noticeably larger and swells fuller and harder up against my ass.
He’s playing with my clit so expertly that I nearly melt into him, sighing and moaning and realizing I’m about going to come.
“Come for me,” he whispers, biting at my neck and squeezing my clit.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, my ass shaking as it bounces up and down against the inside of his wrist along with the motion of his hand as he rubs my clit. “You’re making me come so much.”
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