by Nicole Casey
I waved him goodbye and pondered for a moment where I could go next. As I sat in my car, I instantly thought about Lyla.
With a weird knot growing in my gut, I decided to just visit the auto mechanic shop. When I got there, I saw that the vehicle was already fixed but it was still there. The owner, Emilio, told me Lyla didn’t even check on her car despite them leaving her a few voice messages.
“Wait, she never came by to even look at it?” I was bewildered and confused.
“Yeah, she won’t even answer our calls,” Emilio answered. “We need to charge her card soon or the bill is going to go up. We only have enough space here, you know, and there are customers coming in everyday.”
That was understandable. “Let me look at her bill,” I suggested and Emilio complied. When I got a hold of the bill I discovered it was well over two thousand dollars. Lyla’s car required a lot of part replacements to get back up in shape.
“I’ll pay it,” I told Emilio as I pulled out my wallet. “You guys prefer cash or credit?”
“Credit,” he said with a smile. “It’s just easier nowadays.”
Emilio took my card, ran it and came back to me a few minutes later once the payment had been confirmed. I put my card back in my wallet and then told him, “Could you get it delivered back to her?”
“Sure, you know the address?”
I wrote it down and bid him farewell.
9
Lyla
“Who the hell paid for this?” I demanded.
The poor guy who brought my car back from the mechanic shop just looked at me with a broken expression of melancholy, as if I stepped on a kid’s favorite toy. He looked confused too, unsure of what to say.
“Look, just tell me and I won’t let anyone know you did,” I tried to be calm.
“I hope you mean it,” he replied and then pulled up his folder of papers. He looked through for a bit and then said, “It was billed to a Mr. Preston Maxwell… wait – that was Preston Maxwell?”
“You know him?”
He looked at me like I was the idiot this time around. “Everyone knows Mr. Maxwell. He’s one of the richest billionaires this side of the planet. Well, his company really got into the spotlight lately after acquiring Montgomery Universal Banks and now they just acquired Emerald Corner too.”
That was interesting. It was too bad all that money went to waste since Preston was a perverted asshole and a narcissist to boot. If he thought this was a good way of making it up to me, he was dead wrong. The next time I see him I’m just going to flat out and say how dumb he is. I mean, seriously, he just paid for a random woman’s car repairs! Who does something like that?
“Well, thanks for telling me and thanks for bringing in my car,” I told the driver and closed the door.
I sat down on the couch and turned off my television. At least my car was working now. However, repairing my car wasn’t going to pay my dad’s mortgage or my rent. I needed more money. I needed a damn job.
Then it hit me. A light bulb just clicked in my head.
I ran to the bedroom and scoured through the trash on my floor. There were a lot of papers, clothes and junk everywhere but I did manage to find the one piece of paper that I needed: the billionaire auction brochure that Mikaela stuffed into my purse.
With the way things were going, I needed to take desperate measures. I needed to sell my virginity to the highest bidder.
10
Preston
“Good evening, Mr. Maxwell,” the old butler ushered me in.
It felt good to be back here, right in the home of the Oldtown Gentleman’s Club. Sure, most of these guys in this private resort were pompous billionaires but then again I was too. This was my crowd but I wouldn’t necessarily call them friends. Trevor and Marcus, they were my friends. These idiots here with too much money in their pockets were just… business associates and elites I needed to be seen interacting with.
To be completely honest, I didn’t really give a shit about any of these guys. I was here for the main event, the bidding that would take place. I had a particular prize in sight: a girl named Elena.
Yes, this was an auction for young girls. It was a glorified prostitution bid and the men around were always willing to shell out cash for the best pussy money can buy. I didn’t need every girl in the world. I just wanted Elena right now. The mere thought of her soft skin and her beautiful bubble butt that got me so freaking hard. I want to plow my cock through her pussy from behind and give that big ass a slap or two.
The auction room was also quite unique. It was a circular room and the girls would prance around in the middle, flaunting their bodies for us to see. The bidders would be in private stalls equipped with one-way windows. This would ensure we could see the girls but they couldn’t see us.
I didn’t register for this evening of bidding but I did see my old friend Thomas. He owned a boating company in Georgia.
“You bidding tonight?” I asked him.
“Yep,” he told me. “I got my eyes on a girl from Vietnam.”
“Could you bid for me? I didn’t register in time for the auction. I’ll just pay you back,” I asked. He always asked me for favors so I figured this would be a fitting way for him to repay me.
Fortunately for me, Thomas agreed. It was just in time too because the lights went out for the auction to begin. A spotlight shone down on the center of the room and we all waited for the first girl to walk into our sights.
“Coming in from Tallahassee, Florida we have a former model standing five-feet-six-inches,” the announcer stated over the PA system. “With beautiful blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, feast yourselves on the glorious and ever-so-lovely Janine Hunt!”
The girl was lovely and she walked with pride as she entered the center of the room despite wearing nothing but a see-through nightgown and a lacey white thong.
She wasn’t my type and neither did she get Thomas’ attention. Others bid for her though and she eventually went to IT specialist and college billionaire, Rupert Blackthorne, for a good fifteen thousand dollars.
A few more girls came and went but none of them were interesting to me. They were all hot and one of them was a virgin too but I wanted Elena.
After a good thirty minutes the announcer said something that truly shook me with confusion and bewilderment.
“We have a special girl coming up next,” he stated. “Standing at just five-feet-flat, petite and so sexy she’d be a porn industry superstar overnight and best of all she’s a certified virgin. With gorgeous black hair and a succulent body, our next item is Ms. Lyla Bishop.”
My jaw dropped in surprise. What the fuck was a stuck-up bitch like her doing in a place like this? I then remembered she lied about her wallet when we called the towing company and she didn’t pay for her car repairs. It then dawned on me that she was here because she had no money.
“Bid on her,” I frantically told Thomas in a hurry.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “I thought you wanted Elena?”
“I want her,” I said as I pointed to Lyla who had just walked to the center of the auction room. She was absolutely stunning, wearing black lingerie that fully exposed her tits and her ass. It was amusing to see her wearing something so uncharacteristic of her.
“Just look at her,” I told Thomas. “She’s so tight, so firm… and a virgin too. You know, I met her once at the hospital. She’s a nurse but she ain’t like any nurse I’ve met. Most of them are flirty sluts but this girl’s a fucking stuck-up.”
“So why are you interested in her?” Thomas asked, maybe just out of pure curiosity.
I laughed and just kept my gaze on Lyla and her firm, cute tits. “It’s the uptight bitches that fuck the best. She needs money too so I bet she’s willing to let go of all her restrictions just so I can give her the cash she needs. That’s like getting double vengeance in one hot package.”
Thomas chuckled and as soon as the auction began, he put up a bid of eight thousand dollars.
11
Lyla
This has got to be the dumbest idea I ever tried. It was too late though… I was already here, my body fully exposed to a bunch of rich perverts, so I might as well do whatever it takes to secure some cash.
“Eight thousand dollars, I see eight thousand dollars from stall four!” the announcer stated over the speakers. “Eight thousand five hundred, coming from stall seven!”
Holy shit. People were actually bidding that high for me? Was it because I was a virgin? Was I really that beautiful in their eyes? I blushed and for the first time in my life I actually felt a little pretty. I needed more than eight thousand five hundred dollars though so I had to make an effort to get these perverts to bid even higher.
“You want my pussy?” I whispered, knowing they wouldn’t really be able to hear me. “You got to pay for it.”
I walked around the room, trying my best not to show that I was nervous and blushing. I felt so ashamed of myself. I was literally selling my body out but I had to so I might as well do it well. I did my best to twirl a bit, bend down and tease them with my legs and ass.
“She’s one heck of a looker,” the announcement said and I felt even more proud. I could already feel the nervousness begin to fade. “We have ten thousand dollars from stall twelve! Do we have ten thousand five hundred? Yes, we do have ten thousand five hundred from stall nine!”
Stall four’s light glowed red again and a number lit on its LCD screen.
“Fifteen thousand from stall four!” My jaw dropped in pure surprise. No other stall bid higher. “Going once, going twice… Lyla Bishop sold to stall four for fifteen thousand dollars!”
Those words were like magic to my ears. I thought I was just going to get around six thousand and I’d be happy – well, as happy as I could be considering what’s at stake – but I got a lot more than that. I got more than twice that amount!
I saw the light for the exit and walked down, hoping I could get into stall four and meet my new benefactor.
A guide helped out of the room and helped me to the counter. They gave me a check for seven thousand five hundred dollars. The other half would go to the organizers of the auction. I didn’t care how much percentage it was. This was more than enough money to help me and my dad start recovering from our debts.
Once I had the check safely in my purse, which was kept in a locker along with my regular clothes, the guide helped me into stall four. However, inside I saw that the man who bid for me didn’t even look at me. Even when the door closed and it was just two of us, he simply motioned for me to come closer but not too close.
“S-sir, I’m Lyla. You bought me.”
“No, it was an anonymous bidder,” he explained. He then turned around and gave me a good, long look. “I’m Thomas, by the way.”
He was cute, with boyish looks and a kind of charm that was hard to put into words. I just smiled at him like an idiot.
“He said he’ll meet you in the Apollo Penthouse,” he then told me. “Just head to the reception desk and say you’re expected at the prime suite. You know where the Apollo is?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Well, go on then,” he gestured for me to leave. “I have a different girl to bid for and the real buyer is waiting for you. You better do a good job… you got a lot of money for this so you better spread those cute legs of yours.”
I felt appalled at how he spoke to me but I figured he was right, after all. I didn’t waste any more time and left his stall right as they began the bidding for the next girl. I got into the dressing room, changed into a mini-skirt and backless top, took my purse and keys and drove to the Apollo Penthouse.
The drive took less than ten minutes and I quickly entered the hotel. The bellboy helped me up the penthouse suite – which was a lot bigger than I expected – and left me standing in the hall as I rang the doorbell, hoping my buyer would at least be a little handsome. If I had to sleep with him to get more cash I could at least hope he’d turn me on.
Finally, the door opened and I was greeted by the wicked smile of Preston Maxwell.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said with a tone of disappointment and shock. “You? You were the one who bought me at the auction?”
“I wanted to see you again,” he told me. He had his arms crossed on his chest and wore a simple pair of grey jogging pants and a white tank top. For the first time since I met him, I realized he did have a really good physique. He must be a regular at the gym.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “You’re a fucking jerk. Why would I sleep with you?”
“Because I bought you,” he shot back. Preston then smiled and just stared back at me as he waited.
I kept silent because I knew damn well he was right.
“Come on in then,” he swung the door open wide and motioned for me to step inside. “Let’s see what my money got me.”
Without warning, he took a step forward and slapped my ass.
“Ah!” I yelped but I did move in a little bit. I looked at him one more time and figured that this was the only option I had left. I could go inside, strip down and surrender my virginity to this handsome but narcissistic megalomaniac so I could solve all my problems or I could run and end up back in square one with debts to pay.
The one good thing here was that I at least knew him. He may be an asshole but he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would lure girls to his suite and kill them. No… he was just another rich pervert and I was his next slut to fuck. That’s just how simple it is.
Taking a deep breath, realizing this would change everything, I went inside and he locked the door behind me.
12
Lyla
“Do you want me to just take off my clothes?” I asked as I stepped inside. When I did, I couldn’t help but marvel at the luxury he lived in. His suite was so beautiful and lavishly decorated it was kind of impossible to be real. Everything looked expensive, from his seventy-inch television to the black leather couches and a wall-to-wall painting.
“Never been in a rich man’s house before?” he asked when he noticed me staring like a bumbling idiot. “Trust me – others are a lot more narcissistic than this. I went to a friend’s house once and saw an entire wall filled with his trophies and photographs.”
I looked at him and frowned, “Oh and you’re not?”
He laughed and beckoned for me to follow him. I thought he was going to lead me straight into his room so we could get the dirty business down but no… he brought me to a dining room. The lights were dimmed and he had several candles lit to set the mood. On the table was a full course meal and he welcomed me to take a seat beside him.
“Come, have some wine,” he told me. “Try to relax. You’re always so tense.”
I took a seat and let him pour me a glass. I took a sip and almost immediately felt the warmth wash over me. It was oddly refreshing and soothing.
“Why did you lie to me?” Preston asked as I took another long drink. “You told me you didn’t have your wallet but we both know you did and then you lied about where you lived. Do you know I followed you that night?”
For a moment I thought I’d choke on my drink. I knew it! He did follow me that night!
“So that’s how they knew where to bring my car,” I realized. “Why did you pay for the repairs?”
“Answer my questions first and I’ll answer yours.”
I bit down on my lip, guilty as charged, and then looked at him and admitted, “I didn’t have money. I didn’t want you to pity me or anything like that. Especially you… you’re always so full of yourself and I’d really hit my head if I figured I owed everything to you.”
“Well you do now,” he reminded me. I guess in the long run he won.
“I…I do want to say thank you,” I mumbled softly, hardly believing the words that were coming out of my mouth. “My father and I are buried so deeply in debts right now and I lost my job at the hospital. I can’t seem to get a new one no matter where I go an
d now my dad’s getting evicted if he can’t pay his mortgage bills. Fuck! I don’t even know why I’m telling you this!”
Preston pulled out his wallet and took out a check and a pen. “How much did you get from the auction?”
“Half of what you paid,” I answered. I was starting to feel a little unsure and nervous with the way he was suddenly getting so financially rigid about the whole situation.
“So that means you got around seven thousand and a half? How much do you and your father need? Don’t round down; give me a number where you and your dad can be comfortable for a few months.”
I thought about it real quick and calculated as quickly as I could. I told him how much and to my surprise he wrote that down and then some on the check. He signed it and then presented it to me. All I could do was to stare at how much damn money it was and all it could to do fix my life.
“Here’s the deal,” he told me. “No bullshit, no strings attached and no dilly-dallying about this. Give me tonight and this check is yours. I won’t bug you after tonight. I won’t try to stalk you or romance you and convince you I’m the best boyfriend you could have. Just let me have you tonight and I promise all this is yours.”
Preston looked at me and as he did, time just seemed to come to a screeching halt. My mind kept repeating the words he said over and over. In my head all I could think about was how I was giving up my virginity to this man – this man whose ego blew up his head. However, tonight, he seemed a little different. His ego was still there and he was still a little bit of a jerk, but he was also more assertive, more authoritative and yet somehow also quite so sweet.
“Do it,” I finally gave my consent. Maybe I was starting to get drunk from the wine or maybe I was just getting so drawn into this mess that I couldn’t really step away from it anymore. It didn’t matter. I already said yes.