My eyes meet Natalyia's on the stage behind me, and she looks like she's trying not to laugh. We exchange a relieved glance.
"This man has a lot of money and I'm sure if you want to do more next time, he'll give you even more of it," Melissa says.
The auctioneer tells the man in the front row, "This is a fair and square process," while Natalyia and I both try not to laugh again. "Sarah Grace is now wearing a purple bracelet, so anyone, including you, is free to bid on her for that color."
"You know most of us don't have that much money," the guy huffs.
"Alright then," says the auctioneer with a shrug. "Let's see. Anyone with a bid higher than five hundred thousand?"
"Six hundred thousand," says the guy in the middle row, and this time when I meet Natalyia's eyes, she's raising her eyebrows and nodding her head as if to say good job.
It looks like my fate with the hot older gentleman is not yet sealed. And it also looks as if I've started quite the bidding war.
Chapter 10 – Adam
As soon as I saw this Sarah Grace I knew I had to have her. And now that she's on the stage, within my reach, I'm more sure of it than ever.
I like coming to The Exchange because I get any girl I want and they let me do depraved things that not just any girl will do. I appreciate that it's a monetary transaction and there's no chance of them getting clingy or wanting commitment. But I've never spent this much money on any girl before— and this one's not even offering sex.
Yet.
I'm sure I can get her to change her mind. I have that effect on women. The effect that makes them beg me for sex instead of the other way around. And I don't even care that it's more money than I'm used to paying. I'm filthy rich, and I want to dirty her up no matter what the cost.
“Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars,” I say, not even bothering to hold up my bidding card.
People must think I’m crazy, paying three quarters of a million dollars to have oral sex with a girl I’ve only seen once. But when you make the kind of money I do, this is nothing. Plus, I don’t plan to stop at oral sex and by the time she gets a taste of me, she won’t either.
“Going once…” says the auctioneer, correctly guessing that no one will want to raise my bid. “Going twice, going three times… sold for seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
I stand up to go pay for and collect my winnings.
“No fair letting new guys in here to outbid everyone,” the bald guy in front grumbles loudly. Whatever. He’s just jealous. If he was as rich as me, he’d spend as much as I just spent too.
“Here you go,” says Melissa, motioning at the girl with the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. “Sarah, meet Adam. Adam, meet Sarah.”
“Hi,” she says shyly, those gorgeous eyes looking up at me and then back down.
“Hi.”
I feel rather silly as I say it, like some dumbstruck school boy. I don’t know why she’s having this effect on me— this isn’t like me at all.
Out of all the parts of her to notice— her gorgeous curves and the way her cleavage seeps out of that dress a lot better than it was doing in her weird-looking street clothes— I had to go and notice her eyes first. What the hell has gotten into me?
“Right that way,” she says, pointing towards the VIP room in the back.
She winks at me, as if to say I told you we aim to please here at the New York City branch of The Exchange, and I nod at her, in thanks.
Soon, it’s just the girl whose name they told me was Sarah Grace and me, by ourselves in a room fit for whatever we choose to do in it. There’s a bed, a couch, a chair, a stripper pool, a bench, and, if this room is anything like the ones in Boston, a closet full of BDSM equipment as well.
“So, which one of us is going to do the honors first?” I ask her, jokingly.
“Ha, ha.”
She laughs, but it’s a meek chuckle, and she looks nervous. I remember they told me she’s brand new. I feel honored to be her first client, but a little bad that she’s so anxious. I don’t know what to do with her and in the past it would have made me mad, that they foisted some new girl on me— I’m not paying money to train a lady how to act when a gentleman buys her company and her body— but for some reason, I take pity on her.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell her, and she looks at me skeptically, as if figuring out that she’s supposed to be playing a certain part. “What brings you to The Exchange?”
“I like money,” she says, “and sex.”
The last part was said a lot less convincingly than the first part, but I admire her trying. A witty girl who uses humor in an uncomfortable situation— I like it.
“Shall we get down to it, then?” she asks.
She gets down on her knees and crawls over to me. I’m impressed, but it also looks like something she thinks she’s supposed to be doing. Something she saw in some porn video or maybe in sex ed class or something. She does not seem like someone who would be here at The Exchange. And I have to admit I find it cute.
When she’s on her knees directly in front of me, she squeezes my package and begins undoing my fly. I look down at her and let her do her thing. I feel that if I help her out, she’ll be offended. She wants to act like she’s a pro at this, so I decide to let her. At least for a little while.
She takes my cock out and looks up at it hungrily. That part’s not an act, I don’t think. She puts her tongue gingerly on its tip and licks it. This small movement is a bit awkward but it manages to make it stand straight up at full attention. Encouraged, she puts her mouth around it and shoves as much as it as she can manage down her throat.
She immediately chokes on it, and I try my best not to laugh. I’m beginning to wonder if this is the first time she’s done this, but I don’t want to offend her by asking. She looks young, and Melissa had told me she’s a teenager, but since she’s working here she must be at least eighteen. I would have thought no young woman came of age these days without giving a blowjob, but I guess I’d be mistaken.
As she sucks on my cock, it feels good and I push it a little further into her mouth. I take her hand and cup it around my balls. She eagerly squeezes my sack, making me feel even better. I’m so hard inside her warm mouth I feel as if I could explode. But not yet.
I take my cock out of her mouth and take my pants all the way off.
“Let me see you naked,” I command her.
She obeys, letting her dress fall onto the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it and I can see her tits in their full glory. They are large and beautiful and I want to touch them, so I do. She has soft, curly hair on her pussy, and I’m surprised by it since most of the girls working here don’t have that.
I reach down and begin playing with her pussy, and a small groan escapes her lips.
She likes it. She genuinely enjoys what I’m doing to her. Lucky for her, she’s about to enjoy things a lot more.
Chapter 11 – Adam
“Do you like when I touch your pussy?” I ask Sarah.
She nods and I say, “Let me hear your answer,” as I pull on her clit a little bit.
“Yes,” she says, looking up at me with those beautiful, innocent eyes, as I stare down at her gorgeous naked body.
“Has anyone ever eaten this pussy before?” I ask her.
She hesitates, and then shakes her head. As if remembering that I’d commanded a verbal answer, she quickly says, “No.”
She looks embarrassed, but I’m elated. She has to be a virgin then. She has to let me pop that sweet little cherry of hers.
“Here you go,” I tell her, walking her over to the bed and lowering her down onto it, on her back. “That’s about to change.”
I spread her legs open wide so I can see all of her naked pussy. I hold her pussy lips open and begin nibbling on her clit.
“Oh my God,” she says, letting out another quiet moan. “This feels so good.”
“Do you like when I lick up and down your clit?” I ask her, “while sticking my finger i
n your pussy hole?”
I put a finger deep inside her pussy, which feels soft and wet and tight.
“Yes,” she says, moaning and groaning. “It feels so good.”
I softly bite her clit and then suck on it. I run my tongue in circles around it. I play with her nipples and her hole. I squeeze her ass cheeks and I slap them now and again when she tries to wiggle away from me because what I’m doing to her is making her feel too sensitive and good.
Finally, it’s obvious that she she can’t help it any more. She’s calling out, “Oh my God, that feels so good. I’m coming! I’m coming!”
“Good,” I tell her, plunging another finger deep inside her so that her juices run out all over both fingers. “That’s what I was hoping you would do.”
“Oh, my God,” she says, panting. “Oh, my God. Thank you.”
Finally, as if remembering her manners, she stands up and says, “And now, I want to make you feel that good.”
She gets back down on her hands and knees and begins to suck on my cock stronger and more earnestly than she did before. Her shyness is gone and she lets me plunge my whole dick inside her mouth. She deep throats me like a champ while I do my best not to moan and groan as she just had.
I have to hold back, I can’t let her know how powerless she makes me fucking feel. This chick. What the fuck does she do to me and how?
I’m close to coming when I realize I have to stop because I want to do more.
“Sarah,” I tell her, stopping her by putting a finger under her chin and raising her eyes up to mine. I feel like I’m trapped in a sea of innocence, even though my cock was just jammed down her throat. “Wait.”
“Don’t you want to come?” she asks me, as she leans back.
“I do,” I tell her. “But not like this.”
She looks up at me with eyes half questioning, half knowing. She’s too smart not to have figured out what I want.
“I will pay you more,” I tell her. “A million dollars.”
I want to say, “Just let me take your virginity. Please.”
I don’t, thought. I already feel pathetic, nearly begging her like this. But I’ve never wanted something so badly.
“For that amount, you give me everything,” I tell her, proposing my bargain as if she can take it or leave it and it’ll make no difference to me. “You give me your body right here, right now.”
“Is that allowed… at the club?” she asks.
My heart sinks when I think she’s only asking this question because she wants to continue working here, and I don’t want her to. But what claim do I have over her? It’s not like I ever see a girl after I sleep with her. I shake my head and answer her question.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pay them extra for their cut of the privilege,” I tell her, and I will.
I don’t want to be in bad standing with The Exchange. My head tells me I’ll need to use them again if I’m not allowed to be with any of the students at my new school. But my heart tells me I won’t want to be with anyone, after Sarah.
“So do we have a deal or not?” I ask her, my voice gruff to mask how vulnerable I feel. How disappointed I’ll be if she says no.
“Okay,” she says, nodding her head and smiling as if I’ve made her day.
She is certainly an enigma. And I like that about her.
I take off the rest of my clothes and put on a condom. I’m so glad she said yes but after we go through with this, I have a feeling she’s going to be very hard for me to forget.
Chapter 12 – Sarah
“You’ve never done this before either, have you?” asks Adam, as he spreads my legs again on the bed, but this time for his cock, not his mouth.
“No,” I answer, ashamed to still be a virgin at my age.
But he says, “Good, I like that,” and my breath quickens.
He just gave me the most amazing orgasm with his mouth, so I can only guess what he’s going to be able to do with his cock. He puts its head up to the entrance of my pussy and then he leans over and begins tracing his tongue around my nipples, just as he did my clit.
“Are you ready?” he asks me. “It might hurt a bit.”
“I’m ready,” I tell him, and I realize I’ve never been more ready for anything else in my life.
He pushes the head of his cock into me, slowly, gently, and begins sucking on my nipples at the same time. I feel a tear of my skin and I cry out in pain but he holds onto my hands and says, “Shhh, it’s all right, it will start feeling good in a minute,” before he goes back to sucking my nipples.
And he’s right. Soon he’s all the way inside me and all I feel is pleasure. I wrap my legs around him as he pushes himself in and out of me.
“Oh, my God, Adam,” I call out, and bite his shoulder before I even know what I’m doing.
“You naughty girl,” he says, lifting me up a bit as he fucks me, and spanking my bare ass cheek. “Look at you biting my shoulder.”
“I’m sorry,” I laugh, and he surprises me by kissing me on the mouth.
It’s a full, hearty kiss, and it’s so much better than the one that Kevin and I shared. And that’s not just because I know there’s no way my dad could afford entrance into this club to be here to spy on us. It’s because it makes me feel like I’ve ascended into heaven— a sensual heaven, full of pleasure and happiness and just Adam and me.
I kiss him back, and the rhythm of his cock pumping in and out of me brings me close to climax.
“Oh my God, Adam,” I cry out. “I’m coming, you’re making me come.”
“Good,” he says, low and deep into my ear, as his cock throbs inside me. “I don’t even want to tie you up. I just want to turn you around.”
He moves me onto my hands and knees, and I would laugh at the part about not tying me up if I didn’t know he was serious. I bet that’s exactly what he does to other girls.
“You don’t have to go easy on me just because I’m a virgin,” I tell him, and he laughs as he spreads my ass cheeks wide open.
“Was a virgin,” he says, before spanking my ass, hard.
“Ouch!”
“Leave it to you to be snarky in the middle of your first time having sex,” he says, as he lowers his mouth to my pussy.
He rubs my clit and sticks his tongue into my hole. Then he eats me out again as my pussy and ass is pushed up against his face. Soon I’m moaning his name again, over and over, while I come into his mouth. He’s eating up my juices like a fountain.
“I love when you eat my pussy,” I tell him. “Almost as much as I love when you fuck it.”
“Why is my good little girl using such dirty language?” he asks, as he pushes his cock into me.
I shrug, liking how he says, “my good little girl.”
I could get used to his, being fucked by him. Sure, he’s old enough to be my father, but he’s extremely handsome and everything he does to me makes me feel so good.
He doesn’t seem to like that he said that, and he gets rougher with me, pulling my hair back and making me arch my back as he fucks me hard and grabs ahold of my ass. I do my best not to cry out again in pain, and sure enough, my pussy starts to feel good as he pushes in and out of it, faster and faster.
“You’re only my dirty girl for tonight,” he says, as he fucks me hard and fast.
I can’t help wondering if he’s announcing this for myself as much as for me.
“If I ever fucked you again, I’d never want to stop fucking you,” he says, as he starts moaning.
I’m trying to think about what this means— I don’t think it’s a thing a guy normally tells a girl in the middle of sex— when I start to feel a minor earthquake inside my body, all over again. I moan low and deep, and then I realize that Adam is doing the same thing.
“I’m going to come,” I tell him, feeling every nerve in my body firing feelings of pleasure at me. “You’re making me come.”
“I’m coming too,” he grunts, as I feel his cock pulse inside me. “I’m coming with you
. Your pussy feels so crazy good, you have no idea.”
We both sigh and end up on the bed together, with his arm wrapped around me. He holds me like this while we both start to drift off.
I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t how such events normally end, either. But I don’t mind, since I have nowhere else to go tonight anyway, and his arm is so soft and comfy…
The next thing I know, there’s a knock at the door.
“Holy shit!” Adam says, jumping up and removing the condom from the bed, where it had fallen off after we had finished having sex. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know,” I say, scrambling for my own clothes.
“Adam? This is Melissa,” she calls out from the other side of the door. “Is everything okay in there? Someone else has booked the room…”
“Yes,” he says, as he jumps into his pants. “And I’ll pay more. Sorry about that.”
“No problem,” she says, from behind the door. “I was just checking.”
Before I know it, Adam and I are both dressed and headed to the door. I hope he’ll say something— anything— but he just stops. Then he looks down at me, and if I didn’t know better I would think there was concern in his eyes.
“Do you have somewhere to go tonight?” he asks me, gently.
“Yes,” I say, although it’s mostly a lie.
The “somewhere” I have to go is a hotel I’m sure I can find and book. I’ve never done it before, but it can’t be that hard.
“Okay,” he says, with a sigh. I swear it’s as if he wanted me to say no. But I wasn’t about to reveal what dire straits I’m in. “See the front desk on your way out and they’ll have your extra money. This was amazing…”
He drifts off, as if not wanting to continue. He grabs me and holds me tight against his chest. I wrap my arms around him, loving how his muscles feel under his shirt. Loving the fact that I just saw his naked and tattooed chest.
“Amazingly hot,” he finishes. “Maybe I’ll see you around here again sometime.”
He shakes his head as if he’s mad at himself for saying that, and lets me go.
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