by Simone Leigh
“So, Gentlemen. Who is going to start the bidding?”
The bidding starts high. At the opening figure, her eyes widen and she looks up at the display as it climbs rapidly in thousand-dollar steps. She’s watching the monitor, her eyes darting between the board and the floor as she tries to follow who’s bidding.
At first, there are a good twenty bidders, but half of them fall away within a minute or so as the price sky-rockets. But I don’t bid myself. I want to see what happens.
Charlotte’s gaze wanders a little, as though she's trying to catch the eye of some of the audience.
Can’t say I blame her. Steer the bidding to someone who looks halfway decent?
From the side, a note is passed to the auctioneer. He holds up his hand. “A pause please, Gentlemen. I am getting the message from several sources that for them to be willing to bid any higher, they want to be able to see more.”
He turns to her, where she stands, pale-faced, lips parted. “Charlotte, it is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage, on the podium? It will almost certainly help you to bring a better price.”
She looks appalled. “Undress now? All the way?”
She didn’t count on this…. thought she’d have privacy at least….
“It’s up to you, Charlotte.” says the Auctioneer. “No-one is going to make you. But the better they can see what they are buying, the better your chances.”
She hesitates, then nods, starting to unbutton her blouse, looking as though she is about to burst into tears. She removes it then slips off her skirt, leaving her only in her underwear.
“C’mon.” shouts some moron from close by. “Let’s see the rest.”
My conscience stirs uneasily. I wouldn’t like to guess how many women I’ve undressed or stripped, but they were all happy about my doing it.
But this….
It isn't a cattle auction....
Or is it?
Guilt lies coiled in my gut.
Heat rises over her neck and face as she reaches around to undo her bra, then slips off her panties as well, leaving her naked.
She stands, very straight, her head held high.
And yet, somehow…. she doesn’t seem quite as nervous, or as upset, as she did before.
Is she beginning to enjoy it?
Is she an exhibitionist perhaps? Even if she doesn’t know it yet?
Naked, she stands there, head held high, straight spine and shoulders, chin up.
She is utterly beautiful; so very pale skinned, with her hair flowing over and down to her narrow waist, like a tide of flame.
And a genuine redhead….
But her eyes....
Her eyes....
Somehow now more visible, they are a brilliant, vivid green, their colour clearly visible even here at the back of the hall
Is it fake? Is she wearing contacts?
Her waist is tight and narrow, flat-bellied and flaring out to wide hips. Her breasts are large, enough to swing a little; she needs a good bra. Her legs are long and well-toned. Everything about her is perfect.
She is utterly stunning.
How can this girl possibly be a virgin?
What price will she fetch?
The bidding resumes.
She stands there, so vulnerable and yet so brave, while the mob drool over her. I watch her face closely, her expression. She looks a little spaced out.
The mind disconnecting from an unpleasant reality?
But she doesn't look distressed. Her breathing is fast and shallow, but she’s not panic-stricken. Is she enjoying this at some level? Relishing testing her own limits?
Or is she a true sub? Revelling in the submission aspect of it all?
And of course, she is going to earn a great deal of money, so long as she keeps her nerve for the seven days of her contract.
And nothing too unpleasant happens to her....
Does she understand how dangerous this is? Even with the so-called safety procedures of the auction house.
How would I feel if that were Georgie up there?
And she's younger than Georgie….
I feel queasy, my gorge rising at the thought of what I am doing.
You're being ridiculous, a middle-aged man with virgin fantasies.
This is wrong….
Michael was right. I shouldn't be doing this.
I rise to leave, but as I stand, I realise who some of those bidding are, that I couldn't see sitting down.
Jeez…. Finchby’s bidding for her…. What the fuck’s he thinking of for her?
I know what he’s thinking of. He’ll rent her out at one of his joints. Under the contract from the Auction House, he’d be able to demand it of her. And if she baulked, her money would be forfeit.
There’s a couple of others too, but the idea of Finchby getting hold of this girl for a week, brutalising her….
I sit again, torn with indecision, then as I see the brothel-keeper raising a finger to the auctioneer, my mind made up, I raise my hand to bid.
The Story Continues In
‘Partners’
‘Mastering the Virgin’
Part Two
‘Partners’
Partners
James
I don’t want to dwell on the wisdom or the ethics of what I am doing. The bidding is already sky-high. ‘Charlotte’, if that is her name, is the jewel of the auction, and her price reflects it.
Several the bidders have already been knocked out; the no-hopers, and those whose hopes were greater than their wallets. Some of the more grotesque of the bidders have also been outbid, including some of those making the crude comments and heckles of a few minutes ago. To my relief, the creep who shouted from the back of the room was knocked out of the bidding early.
But with a good two dozen of us still bidding, some physically present in the auction room, others by proxy, with agents indicating for them; and with the bids climbing in $1,000 increments, the price is steep and getting steeper.
Finchby looks pissed off. The bids are clearly higher than he either expected or possibly budgeted for and his expression is a mixture of fury and frustration….
Perhaps he’s made promises he can’t keep?
To some extent, I’ll be happy simply to see him knocked out of the bidding. I’ve never met Charlotte, only seen her auction profile. With the best will in the world, most of my knowledge of her is pure fantasy and the more imaginative speculations of an older man watching a beautiful young girl. But at some level, I’ve connected with her, and I want to win the bidding, to take her back with me….
To lie between your thighs, spurt into you, while you gasp and whimper under me….
The set who seemed to be bidding as a group has dropped out, the pot too rich for them now, and one by one, the proxies stop bidding too.
With mounting excitement, I watch the monitor as the High Bid climbs ever higher. Some of the audience seem to be there only to watch. Is this how they get their kicks? If so, given the auction deposit, it’s an expensive past-time. But plenty more do bid, and I see more remote bids coming in through the agents.
Each time Finchby raises his hand, I match the next bid and he raises it, but now he’s looking back over his shoulder to see who is competing against him, who is his opposition. There are still one or two others, but even they are beginning to waver.
“Any more bids, Gentlemen?” calls the Auctioneer. Finchby wavers, slowly raising his hand once more, but this time is outbid by someone I don’t know, an Asiatic type. He bids again, but this time a short fat man halfway down the hall raises a finger.
Finchby visibly curses, raising his hand once more, and this time, I bid against him. He looks furious, but as the Auctioneer looks back at him, the question in his eye, shakes his head, as does the fat man.
The Asian is my last competitor and for another three or four bids, he raises against me, and I top him each time….
Is this how expected to spend the money fro
m that Contract?
No….
You’re a fool, Man…. After all these years, all that work, blowing your cash this way….
But I raise my hand again anyway.
This Contract is only the first of many….
“Final offer, Gentlemen? I have the bidding with number 247 at the back?” He looks at the Asian, who shakes his head. The hammer hovers, then bangs down. “Sold! Number 247.
“Charlotte, come down to the office please.” says the Auctioneer.
Eyes wide, as if the reality of what she has just done is only now taking hold, she steps down to a cubical where, away from the crowd, I see her being given a document and instructed to read it. I can’t hear her over the general hub-bub, but I see her lips moving, reciting the words….
She can’t say she doesn’t know what she’s agreed to....
…. before she signs.
I push through the crowd, Finchby giving me a filthy look as I pass. I counter-sign the Contract and pay, then turn to claim my ‘goods’.
She looks like a deer about to bolt, if deer came with a sea of red hair and mermaid eyes, but smiles at me nervously as her leash is placed in my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Charlotte,” I say. “I’m your new Master for the week.”
“Nice to meet you too.” She looks down, swallowing her words.
I’ve paid a lot for you. Let’s get this one straight from the start.
“Nice to meet you, Master.” I say, giving the leash a tug.
“Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master.”
You volunteered for this, and I’ve saved you from a lot worse than you’ll get from me….
And I’m gonna fuck you every way it’s possible to be fucked….
…. and I'd love to share you. Watched you get fucked too….
Michael's words pass through my mind.…
…. abuse….
Alright, Green-Eyes…. Let's give you the option and an incentive, then it's your choice how far this goes.
“That’s better.” I say. “Now come with me. We’re going to have a little chat.”
There’s an ante-chamber to the main auction room, stacked with old furniture and other sale goods. I seat myself in a carver chair, then survey my prize, still naked, collared and on her leash. She’s trembling, and I don’t think it’s just from the chill.
Calm her down a little….
Not too much though. She walked into this with her eyes open….
…. half-open at least....
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you put some clothes on before we go. But right now, I’m enjoying the view.”
She doesn’t speak, simply nodding. She’s chewing on her lower lip and her fingers are bunched.
Ready to lash out?
You’ve still got some fight left, haven’t you….
“On your knees, Charlotte.”
Obeying me, she drops to the ground. It’s not too graceful, but she’s trying not to scrape her knees on the stone floor. Naked and leashed, she looks up at me with those incredible eyes. In almost any other face, the red hair would be her glory, but with those eyes….
Her pupils are like pinpricks; black dots in circles of jade.
Scared?
Of me….?
…. Probably….
Let’s cut to the chase.
I’m paying a lot of money here. Am I getting the genuine article?
“Are you really a virgin, Charlotte?”
Her head drops, and she stares at the floor, nodding.
“Is Charlotte your real name?”
Still staring at the ground, still silent, she shakes her head.
“No, of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am.” I laugh. “If nothing else, they have my credit card details.”
Now she looks up at me again, her eyes softer.
That’s it, isn’t it…. You need to feel safer….
Fair enough….
“You are, how old? Twenty-two was it?”
Nod.
“It’s not easy to be a twenty-two-year-old virgin these days. How did you manage it?”
She looks shame-faced. “I got married,” she says, her voice small, “but he didn’t love me. I found out later that he’d only married me to please his parents…. He.… he didn’t like girls…On our wedding night, he wouldn’t….” She stalls, and her words dry up.
Should I believe her?
She doesn’t look as though she’s lying….
…. Poor kid…. What a lousy start….
“Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, after the failure of this miserable marriage?”
“I didn’t have anything. I didn’t know what to do. I want to go to college, but that needs a lot of money and my parents can’t afford to help, so….”
“So, you decided to sell the assets you have, to the highest bidder, to fund your way through college?”
“Yes.” The words are all but whispered to the floor.
Ah…. Gotcha….
Good for you, Girl….
What better reason could you have…?
I think my face must reflect my thoughts because as she looks at me, she relaxes a little, some of the tension dropping.
Time to touch?
Yes…. But not too much….
Leaning forward, I run a finger over her perfect face, that alabaster skin. Her eyes widen, and her breath holds, but she doesn’t look alarmed.
I trace my finger down the hollow of her neck and lower between her beautiful breasts. As I stray into sexual territory, she freezes, and a faint flush of colour pinks her cheeks.
Enough for now….
“A brave thing to do.” I say. “I have to admire your guts, but it was astonishingly dangerous. You’re lucky to have me as your Buyer. Men who play these sorts of games can have very…. elaborate tastes in entertainment….”
She’s saucer-eyed as I speak….
“…. I suspect you didn’t know what you were agreeing to when you signed that contract. I’m going to enjoy taking your cherry, and I’ll test you to the edge with other games, believe me. But I won’t do anything that might hurt you, not permanently.”
She’s swallowing hard, staring up at me, trembling again, her breathing shallow and rapid. But she doesn’t try to back away or escape my touch where my finger still rests in her cleavage.
Perhaps you really are a virgin, and a brave one too….
“Tell me, Charlotte. How much were you hoping to make out of this? That auction total was good, but it won’t get you through college.”
Her brow furrows. Clearly, it’s not a question she expected. She starts speaking, stutters a little, licks dry lips and starts again.
“I don’t really know. Just as much as possible.”
Alright, Jade-Eyes, let’s see what you’re made of….
“The reason I am asking this, Charlotte, is that I have paid a very good price for you, but you could earn more if you are willing, and if you have the nerve to carry it through.”
She stares at me in silence, her eyes, if it were possible, even wider, but her pupils shrinking down again.
Have I ever paid so much attention to a woman’s eyes before?
Calm her down….
…. How to do this….?
I take my hand from her, sit back in the chair, forcing my body to seem relaxed, casual. It’s not easy.
I want to fuck you hard…. Make you scream….
“Let me tell you a little about myself. You have done this because you dream of a better life. Good for you. I have dreams too. Perhaps fantasies is a better word…. One of them is to have a young and beautiful girl kneeling naked in front of me….”
And now, I can’t help but smile. I’m so lost in trying to do this right, to win her confidence, that I’m losing the experience of having one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, kneeling, like a dream from Hollywood, for me. As I smile, she flushes, looking confused
. And it’s definitely the smile of a young girl, unused to being naked with a man.
Ye gods, but you’re glorious….
“…. Another is…. Well, this is going to be your first time. They say that we all remember our first time and I suppose mine would have been about average. I was a young, incompetent fumbler, but an older woman did me a favour and guided me through. She made it good for me. I’ve always dreamed of being able to take a girl’s virginity and make her first time wonderful for her. Do you understand me?”
The tension flows from her muscles at my words, her body visibly relaxing.
What were you expecting Jade-Eyes?
…. nothing good….
Perhaps not so blind as I thought. Perhaps you did know the kind of thing that could happen to you….
In which case, you’re even braver….
How much nerve have you got…?
“Mmm. That sounds…. nice….” she says.
“I’m glad you think so. Don’t worry. Your first time is going to be as good as I know how to make it for you.… However.…”
Now for it….
I take a deep breath.
“…. there was a room full of men in there who would willingly pay to play other games with a girl like you; young, inexperienced, beautiful.”
Her confusion is back. She shakes her head, her cloud of red hair rustling over her skin as she moves.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand….”
“I own you for a week, Charlotte. If you want to earn as much money as possible, then it doesn’t have to be just me. I have other fantasies than simply having your virginity….”
Spell it out. Be sure she understands….
“…. I’d like to share you with other men. Watch them with you. Let them watch me with you. Several of us sharing you. But….”
…. abuse….
Stabbing a finger towards her, “…. Understand that I won’t do this, without your agreement and without your being well rewarded for it. I’m asking you now because while we are still here at the auction house, this could be arranged, if it is what you want and are willing to do.”