He smiled at her. “Excellent.”
Then he took her around the party, introducing her to everyone. “I’d like you to meet my daughter, Haley,” he would say. And then afterwards, moving on to the next group of people, he would confide in her ear what he thought of them–their business, the rumors about them, how they might be able to hurt him and how he would retaliate if they were dumb enough to try. The things he was telling her were deeply personal and she couldn’t help but feel vulnerable herself with him telling her these things. It either meant that he could trust or wasn’t afraid at all of her trying to hurt him. And she knew he didn’t trust people so easily so it had to be the latter.
She tried very hard to keep it all straight in her head but after a while the names began to run together and her mouth was tiring from smiling so much.
Finally, it seemed like they’d come to the only person at the party she hadn’t met. “Senator,” Daddy said. “I’d like you to meet my daughter.”
She held her hand out to the Senator and smiled once more. The man looked to be in his seventies.
As he bent over to kiss her hand, his mop of white unkempt hair flopped over a wrinkled forehead. “My pleasure, madam,” he said, winking at her and squeezing her hand a little too hard.
“The pleasure is all mine Senator,” she said, and then stood silently listening to the two men speak about recent events in Europe. The Senator took several long looks at her breasts, barely trying to hide it, even going so far as to wink at her once after looking.
She was relieved when Daddy finally excused them away from the Senator. The man had a seriously creepy vibe about him. When they were walking away and Daddy was whispering in her ear, telling her about him, he left out how he could hurt the man if necessary.
It struck her as odd since he’d said that about everyone else and she asked him about it.
He said, “I don’t have anything on him.” And after a pause he looked at her smiling, then added, “Yet.”
A waiter passed by with a tray of champagne glasses and Daddy snagged one, then climbed up on a chair.
“Ladies and gentleman,” he said. Everyone stopped talking and looked at him. The way he commanded the room made her pussy tingle with desire. “I hope you’re enjoying yourselves. In honor of the record sales year we had, I’ve arranged for a very special entertainment for us.”
There was a murmuring in the crowd when he said that. Haley saw some of the men grinning and elbowing each other.
“So if you’ll join me in the theatre. We’ll get started in say…” he looked at his gold watch, “twenty minutes.” Then he hopped down from the chair and looked at her with that serious stare and said, “Are you ready?”
She had a bad feeling about this. “Ready for what?”
“Ready to do whatever I tell you to.”
She swallowed then said, “Yes, of course Daddy,” doing her best to sound confident.
There was a theatre, complete with a stage and curtain, in the middle of the house that could seat about a hundred people. She’d always wondered what is was for; as long as she’d been living here she’d never seen it used for anything. Now, as she sat quietly fidgeting with her hands in the small room behind it where her step-dad had led her and told her to wait, she began to really wonder what it was for.
A knock came at the door and she said come in. Tamara, the maid, entered carrying a large pink bag. She walked over to Haley, still just as nervous as she’d been before and reached into the bag.
“Your father wants you to put this on,” she said. Her hand came out holding a black leather mask with a chain attached to it. “He wants you to wear this and nothing else.”
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Haley said.
Tamara looked down and shook her head.
Chapter 5
Haley had a decent idea now of what her powerful step-father had in mind. The maid, Tamara, held the mask out for her and she took it, examining the black leather in her hand. It would cover her entire head and the metal chain attached to the top was thin and more for show than anything. It could be broken easily she decided. Not that she anticipated needing to but this was all so new and foreign she was trying to examine every clue available.
It was clear she was meant to go into the small theatre wearing nothing at all except the mask and all her father’s party guests would likely be there waiting and watching. Beyond that she had no idea what to expect. She wiped her hands against the front of her dress.
The maid stood silently, looking down at the floor with her hands folded in front of her.
Haley said, “This is insane. I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” But running wasn’t an option. She’d told Daddy she was ready to do whatever he wanted, to learn to be disciplined, and she wasn’t going to quit so easily. He was probably trying to test her with something big right away. To see if she could handle it. Well, he was about to find out just how strong she was.
“Unzip me,” she said to Tamara, turning around.
The maid quickly unzipped her dress and Haley let the black evening gown fall to the floor, then undid her bra and turned around to face Tamara, completely naked.
The maid looked her in the eye finally and said, “You’ll be nervous at first but then you’ll get into it and you might even enjoy it.”
“You know what’s going on?” Haley asked.
“I think it’s an auction,” Tamara said. “I was supposed to be the one going out there but your father came to me and said you would be taking my place.”
“Wait,” Haley said. “Have you done this before?”
The maid nodded her head. “Your father pays me very well.”
No wonder Haley had never been invited to her Daddy’s parties. He was a raging sex maniac! And now she was in the middle of it. She looked down at the mask again. At least nobody would be able to recognize her in it. She slipped the mask over her head and turned to let Tamara zip the back of it. Once in place it fit rather snugly–a little hot–but it wasn’t difficult to breathe like she’d been worried about.
“Now what?” she asked.
“Now,” Tamara said, “I get naked and we wait for them to call us.”
“Why are you getting naked?”
“I’m to play the part of your handler. I’ll just lead you out there by the chain and do any clean-up that needs to happen.”
“Clean up?”
Tamara nodded. “Usually just semen. Unless they come inside you.”
“Unless who comes inside me?”
“That part is always a surprise,” she said then started to take her maid’s uniform off. Her body was young and sexy like her own. When she took her bra off her breasts stayed firm and perky and when she stepped out of her panties her pussy was completely shaved like Jessica’s. Their bodies were actually quite similar.
“Have you had sex with my father?” Haley blurted out.
Tamara looked at her and raised her eyebrows. “You should know as well as anyone I can’t answer that.” She reached into her pink bag and brought a small white mask out, putting it on. It only covered her eyes.
Then the door opened and Mr. Donovan, the butler, poked his head in. “Ready?”
Tamara nodded to him.
“Okay, you’re on then. Break a leg.”
Tamara turned back to her. “You’ll be fine,” she said. “Just relax and don’t forget to breathe. They won’t do anything you don’t want them to.” She picked up the end of the chain connected to Jessica’s mask and said, “Ready?”
Haley took a deep breath then nodded her head.
When they stepped out from behind the curtain onto the stage, Haley was immediately struck by how bright the lights were. Her hand went up to shield her eyes instinctively but she realized that probably wasn’t very sexy so she brought it back down and tried to match Tamara’s pace. The maid walked slowly, moving her hips back and forth. She seemed like a completely different person. Usually she was so shy and reserved all the
time. But now she held her head high and her shoulders back like she was ready to take on anything.
In the middle of the stage was a metal platform about two feet off the ground. Standing next to it was a large black man wearing a mask similar to Tamara’s. He was nude except for a small loin cloth tied around his waist that only covered the front of his genitals, leaving his muscled ass open for everyone to see.
Tamara led her to the platform and held the chain out to the man. He bowed to her theatrically before taking it and she turned back to Haley and smiled at her, mouthing the words ‘You’ll be fine,’ before she sashayed her way back to the curtain and disappeared behind it.
The man took the end of the chain and slowly walked around to the other side of the platform then attached it to a metal ring at the corner.
Haley just stood there watching him, her heart pounding incessantly against her chest, and her legs threatening to give out beneath her. Fainting was not an option. She bit down hard on the side of her cheek, tasting blood immediately and that brought her back to her senses. She looked into the audience for the first time. It was difficult to see because of the stage lights but all the seats were filled and everyone was wearing little colored masks that covered their eyes. It was eerily quiet in the small theatre.
The man walked back around the platform and stood in front of her. He was huge. His arms looked like they were about the size of her legs and his chest muscles were larger than her breasts. He whispered, “Put your hands on my shoulders and I’ll lift you up.”
She did as he said, putting her palms on his muscled deltoids. They were hard as steel and his dark skin moist with sweat. The contrast between the white skin of her hands against his shoulders was stark.
He put his large hands around her waist and lifted her effortlessly into the air. She gasped at how fast she left her feet, but then her heals landed firmly on the cool metal of the platform, and he let go of her hips and took one of her hands, turning so that they were both facing the audience. He held his other arm out wide and she did the same. The audience gave a polite applause then the man pointed to the platform, indicating for her to sit.
Once she was sitting the stage lights dimmed and it was easier to see the audience. In the front row she saw her mother and her step-father. Bill, her step-father’s business partner, sat next to them and the older man to his side looked like it was probably the Senator though it was difficult to tell with the masks and her eyes still adjusting to the change in lighting.
A spotlight illuminated the curtain behind her and immediately Mr. Donovan the butler came walking out smiling widely, dressed in a tuxedo and carrying a stack of index cards. He was the only person in the theatre it seemed not wearing a mask. The spotlight followed him across the stage and he stopped next to the platform, facing the audience.
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,” he said loudly, “to the night’s entertainment.” A light shined on the platform then, lighting up all around her, and a loud round of applause followed.
Her father hopped up from his seat and bounded to the stage. The applause became louder as he stepped into the light and he held is hands out to quiet them. When they finally stopped he said, “Thank you all for coming. This is a benefit for my charity, Helping Hands, which aims to give underprivileged children a chance at a good education by funneling money into inner-city programs and sponsoring scholarships for promising young academics. All proceeds from the night’s entertainment–” He paused and pointed at Haley, smiling at her. “–will go directly to the charity.”
The crowd gave their applause again and when they finished he continued. “Some of you have been to my fundraisers before and know the rules. But for those of you–” he paused for effect, looking around, grinning, “–those of you virgins, lucky enough to be here for the first time, please allow me to explain a few things.
“First, of course I must insist: absolutely no cameras. Out of respect for the performers as well as each other we cannot allow any recording devices whatsoever. We’re all wearing masks for a reason. This is a private event and what goes on here is for your eyes only. There are infrared detectors up above the stage to enforce this rule. And anyone caught recording will be stripped and whipped.”
A laughter went through the audience and he said, “I’m not kidding.” They laughed even harder and Haley wondered if he might actually be serious. She didn’t know what to think at this point.
“Second, the performers tonight are willing participants.” He looked at her again and they locked eyes for a moment before he continued. “But if either of them objects to any of your depraved suggestions then that’s the final word. Having said that, please don’t be afraid to explore your darkest fantasies here. If it crosses the line they’ll say so, and we’ll all laugh at you for being so dirty.” More laughter from the audience.
“Finally, tonight is a night of celebration and exploration. I hope you enjoy this as much as I will. Let the auction begin!”
As the audience applauded he came over to her and whispered in her ear. “Do you still want to do this?”
Haley wasn’t sure what this even was but she nodded to him nevertheless and he smiled and kissed her on the cheek, the leather mask separating them, then returned to his seat next to her mother. Surely her mother had no idea it was Haley up on the stage. But who knew at this point. Maybe they were both sex maniacs.
Chapter 6
The spotlight returned to Mr. Donovan. “Ladies and gentlemen, each of you has a card beneath your chair with a number on it. If you wish to place a bid you simply raise your number.”
Bill in the front row raised his number 4 which elicited a small laughter from the audience.
“Thank you for the demonstration Number 4,” Mr. Donovan said, "but we haven't started the bidding yet. Unless of course you are simply indicating your desire to make a sizable donation. Say… one million dollars?"
Without hesitating, Bill shouted out, "Why not?"
As the audience applauded, Haley wondered if it was staged and if he would even be making the donation. He was definitely rich enough that one million dollars meant nothing to him. She recalled how she'd had his cock in her mouth only several hours earlier while Daddy watched. At the time she thought it was the wildest thing she'd ever done, but now sitting naked with a leather mask over her head, chained to a table by a large black man seemed to top that by just a little.
“Thank you Number 4,” Mr Donovan said. “That is quite generous. And without further ado, let us begin the auction.” He glanced down at the card in his hand then said, “First I would like to introduce our performers.” He held his hand out to the half-naked man standing patiently next to the platform. “This fine, nubile gentleman is of noble blood. The second-born son to the Chief of the Watutsi tribe of southern Rhodesia. Please give a round of applause for the gentleman whose name I’m told means… pleasure. I present to you, Desta.”
The audience clapped and the man took a low bow. Haley was sure he didn’t have an African accent when he spoke to her before. In fact, he looked familiar but she couldn’t quite place where she knew him from.
“And the beautiful lady before you is of the purest persuasion. Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from the unsullied, snow-covered land of Siberia, I present to you, the virgin, Nadia.”
The audience exploded in applause and she felt her heart beating fast against her neck. She was no virgin. Maybe not that experienced but definitely not a virgin.
“The first item up for auction," Mr. Donovan said, "is a toy, handpicked in Paris for those of you with a discerning eye for quality.”
Tamara, the maid, emerged from behind the curtains, still naked, and walked over to the platform carrying a large red box. She stopped next to Haley, holding the box out for the audience.
Haley could see the bottom of the box was lined with red velvet, and inside was a large golden dildo, the kind that was shaped to look like an actual cock, with balls and veins and even a head.
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