by Lara Stern
A few moments later the show was on. Jamie watched the first girl go out – a tall brunette with a stunning gold dress, and a nose piercing. She nearly jumped out of her own dress when she heard the numbers being shouted.
“Do I have three thousand? Three thousand, do I have four thousand? Ten thousand from the generous man in back, do we have eleven? Eleven thousand dollars for our first beautiful date.”
The girl finally left the stage with a bid of fifteen thousand dollars. That was as much as she made in 4 months, and someone had just spent it on a date with a beautiful woman?
The night flew by – and Jamie’s legs never stopped shaking. The anticipation of standing in front of all those people. What would they think, was this stupid? What if no one bid at all?
Her fretting was interrupted by the tiny man whose job it was to organize.
“Er… Jamie? You’re up next.”
Karen squeezed her arm.
“You’ll be great!”
She stood nervously next to the giant curtain and watched as the crowd cheered and the announcer prepared to bring her on.
“Coming up next we have a beautiful young lady from right here in New York city. Please welcome Jamie!”
Her heart leapt into her throat, and Karen pushed her forward.
“Go! It’s your turn!”
Taking a deep breathe she stepped onto the stage. The lights were nearly blinding, and she walked as carefully as possible, praying her shaking legs wouldn’t cause her to wobble or even fall on the way out!
The crowd was full of the best dressed socialites, millionaire’s and charity workers. They clapped politely, and Jamie swallowed deeply as their eyes crawled over her.
“Having a good night so far, Jamie?” the announcer asked. His voice echoed through the beautiful theater, silencing the chit-chat at the tables below.
“It’s been lovely. Thank you so much for having me.”
“You’re very welcome! Now it says here that you’re from the city. What do you like to do for fun?”
“When I’m not working?” she asked, and to her surprise some of the crowd laughed.
Did they like her?
“I guess I like to go out with friends, have dinner. Go to the clubs, maybe visit the museums on the weekend.”
“Lovely.” The announcer said “And are you looking forward to your date?”
“I guess it depends on who bids.” She accidentally blurted, but another round of laughs rose up from the crowd.
“Well let’s see. Should we start the bidding at one thousand?” the announcer asked.
Jamie stared down at the crowd her heart in her throat. She scanned the tables, but no one raised a hand.
Oh god.
Was her nightmare coming to life? Would she have to leave the stage, the only girl that night who wasn’t bid on? How embarrassing would that be, why did she ever let Karen talk her into this?
“One thousand. Anyone?” the announcer said.
He let out an awkward pause, and the auditorium was quiet.
“Five hundred. Five hundred for a dinner with this absolutely lovely young lady.”
Nothing.
She blushed, and she was thankful that they couldn’t see through her dark, shining skin. She was about ready to jump out of her skin when a hand shot up.
“Five hundred, we have five hundred! One thousand. One thousand dollars for a date with this beautiful girl!”
Another hand shot up, and a wave of relief washed over her. She squinted to make out the bidder, and her heart dropped an inch as she realized he was old – his face round and unattractive before you considered the wrinkles.
Whatever she thought at least someone bid.
“Two thousand, do we have two thousand?” the announcer asked, and a skinny young man in front threw up his hand.
Better Jamie though, eyeing the thing man with a smile.
“Three thousand!” the old man shouted!
“Four!”
“Five!” the old man replied!
There was a long pause as the young man considered, and Jamie felt another wave of disappointment as his hand didn’t come back up.
“Going once!” the announcer said.
Five thousand is plenty good.
“Going twice!” he said.
“Twenty thousand!” someone shouted.
Her eyes went wide.
“Twenty thousand, to an anonymous buyer!” the announcer said, slamming his gavel.
Twenty thousand?
She was escorted backstage in an absolute daze, and when she pulled back the curtain she saw Karen eyes wide, mouth open!
“Oh my god, I can’t believe it!” she said, screaming and waving her arms.
Jamie was flabbergasted. She couldn’t find the words.
“I told you, you would do great! Now it’s time for the after party!”
Chapter Three
Jamie slept in the next day. The hangover from the night before was an absolute bitch, and by the time she had pulled herself out of bed and had a glass of orange juice and handful of Tylenol it was nearly 2 o’clock.
She looked at the white dress thrown over the side of her couch, and she considered it with confusion. Last night had been an absolute daze. Twenty thousand? Who would pay 20 thousand for a date with her? She wondered who the man would be – would he be old and crotchety? Young and handsome? She couldn’t care too much when it was twenty thousand, though.
The phone rang at about four, and it was the charity organization. They let her know that he would be picking her up at 7 that night, and that all she needed was herself. Everything would be taken care of. She watched TV, called Karen for support, then started getting ready. She picked a different dress, and did her hair, spraying on some final touches when the doorbell rang. She rushed downstairs and opened the door.
She froze.
Standing on her porch, between an old newspaper and an aluminum garbage pail, was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was tall, and he wore a perfectly fitted grey suit that bulged over powerful muscles in his arms and chest. His eyes were dark blue, and they shone like icebergs on his pale white face.
He gave her a warm smile.
“Jamie. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.
“Uh, hi!” she finally managed.
“Should we get going? I have you until…” he looked at his watch “10 o’clock?”
“All yours.” She said with an awkward smile “Just let me grab my purse.”
On the street their driver held the door as she climbed into the beautiful car, the handsome man following her.
“My name is Darren Holloway, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Darren.” She said “So what do you do?”
He held her gaze for a long moment, trying to gauge her sincerity.
“You honestly don’t know?”
“Should I?”
He laughed.
“I knew I’d like you! I didn’t think there was anyone in New York who didn’t know who I am.”
“There’s a lot of people in New York.” She said, teasing.
“Yea, I suppose there are.”
“Do you like Italian?”
“I love it.”
“Perfect.”
The car sped off, and she watched the city lights as they made their way towards the wealthier parts of town. She chatted nervously with Darren, and even though he was charming in the way of an everyday guy, she couldn’t get over the fact that he had spent so much money just to see her.
“I just have to ask you.” She blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow.
“I mean…why me. Why spend all that money for a date with me, it seems crazy!”
“Well technically it’s for charity.” He said.
She blushed.
He smiled and she realized he was teasing her.
“I’m not exactly like the other girls there.”
“Maybe that�
��s why I chose you?” he said.
It was her turn to raise an eyebrow.
“Those girls are a dime a dozen, and you were the only one who showed even a semblance of a sense of humor.”
They drove in silence for a moment.
“Still not sure it’s worth twenty grand. You better not be expecting any funny business.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said smiling “Well I can dream, but I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
The restaurant was lavishly decorated, and they started to warm up to each other by the time the appetizers came. He seemed to take pleasure in the fact that she didn’t know who he was, and he smiled slyly as people approached him with admiration.
“This is my date for the evening, Jamie” he told a particularly uptight European culture.
“You’re very lucky! Darren is a discerning man!” the old German told her.
“I’m the lucky one, have you seen her?”
Dinner was pleasant. She ordered something light, nervous about eating Spaghetti or pasta on a date. She had spilled red sauce on a shirt once, and nearly died of embarrassment at work thing. They talked about her job, her life – what they thought about God and the president.
The conversation seemed to flow like a river, and near the end she remembered with a sad thought that it wasn’t real. This man would never have taken her out, if not for that charity event. She could never meet someone like this, and tomorrow she would go back to work and he would probably go to another charity ball.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her in the car.
“I guess this is all fake, in the end, isn’t it?”
“When you get to where I am in life, everything seems fake. It’s hard to find genuine people. That’s why I picked you – you were the only girl there who wasn’t looking for my money.”
“I guess that’s true.” She said, realizing it was.
“And I think you’re incredibly beautiful.” He said.
That made her heart leap, and the warm feeling it brought quickly cooled as she realized once again, that it was not meant to be.
“Just my luck – first good date I’ve been on in years, and it’s for charity.” She said, and he laughed.
The car turned North, and it didn’t bring her home. Instead it pulled into a garage underneath one of the city’s finest apartment buildings.
“Almost out of time.” He said, looking at his watch.
“My driver can take you home whenever you are ready.”
She stepped out of the car, and her mouth dropped. The garage was huge and white, and beautiful classic cars stretched from wall to wall. Every sound echoed in the massive chamber.
“Who are you?”
He smiled.
“My secret.” He said “But before you go, could I step a little out of bounds?”
He stepped forward and kissed her very gently. His warm lips froze her, and the moment seemed to last an eternity. She smelled his cologne, and felt his warm body against hers. When he finally pulled away they both smiled.
“Thank you for the wonderful evening. Worth every penny.” He said. “Carl will take you back.”
With that the tall man turned and started walking towards the end of the garage. His feet clicked loudly on the floor, and as she watched him go she felt the light go out of the room. She wasn’t finished yet, she wasn’t ready for the night to be over… he just couldn’t-
“Wait!” she called out “Is that it?”
He turned and came back to her.
“It’s ten o’clock.”
“So?” she asked.
“You want to stay?”
She nodded, looking up into his eyes.
“Carl, take the night off.” The garage came alive with the sound of the car’s engine as their driver pulled out and onto the busy Manhattan street.
Darren’s eyes flashed with lust and her pulse quickened.
His hand wrapped around her waist and he captured her in a steel embrace. Before she knew it their lips were touching and his tongue darted into her mouth, touching hers playfully at first, and then passionately.
His body lorded over hers and suddenly she felt tiny, insignificant next to his powerful form. The kiss broke for only a moment and she struggled to catch her breath before he kisses her again, harder.
Her pussy immediately cried out, tingling with anticipation and animalistic energy. She could feel the wetness building as her thighs pressed tightly together, the pressure radiating through her body. .
He grabbed the strap of her dress and ripped it down. The cold air of the garage tickled her skin and a wave of goose bumps shot over her as he unbuckled her bra.
She peeled his shirt over his head and suddenly that body was in front of her. Her imagination couldn’t compare and she explored him greedily with her hands as he pressed himself tighter against her. Her nipples brushed against his hard chest and her heart beat faster. The feeling of his skin on hers doubled her anticipation and then doubled it again as he lifted her up and dropped her onto the hood of a shining convertible with a clamor.
Her hands shot to his belt like they were magnetized and before she knew it the leather strap was sliding through his belt loops and flying across the room. Next came the button, and she paused for a moment, looking once again into those fiery blue eyes before she pulled the waist of his boxers down. His cock dropped out, and she gasped.
“I’m so glad the night took a turn.” He said.
“Me too” she said.
He studied her and took her head in a powerful hand. Part of her wanted his cock inside her right then and there, but she wanted this to last as long as possible. A shiver ran across her spine as he pushed her head down and onto his cock.
It slid into her mouth and her jaws strained to take it all in. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of her mouth, and she let out a moan before she started to suck.
She stroked his beautiful cock furiously, bringing it in and out of her mouth with bliss. She could smell him, she could taste him and it was the most intoxicating thing she had ever felt.
Her pussy was soaking wet, and she knew if she wanted him to fill her up. The minutes past like seconds, and before she knew it he pulled his cock out of her mouth with a *pop* and pulled her up to face him. She clung to his manhood, not wanting to be separated, but she had no choice in his strong embrace.
He kicked his jeans away and pulled her closer. The long, rigid line of his cock pressed firmly into her panties, and she moaned as it grinded against her clit. Their skin, light and dark, shone with sweat in a beautiful contrast.
“I’m really liking this whole charity thing.” she said.
“It’s nice to be giving.”
“I want you to fuck me, now.” she said.
“I know.”
He ripped at her panties and the warmth below, the need to be filled screamed at her. It burned through her, and she didn’t care about anything else in that moment.
She pulled him towards her, but he was immovable. Teasing her he ran his cock along the lips of her pussy, pulling back whenever she would push herself towards him, doing everything she could to get him inside of her.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I want you to fuck me. Now.”
He pushed his cock into her. She was soaking wet, but even still she winced and moaned, not sure she could take all of him in.
Her back arched, and just when she thought it would be too much he eased back, pulling his huge shaft out of her a few inches and pausing before pushing it in again.
It filled every single part of her. The pinch of pain turned to pleasure, then pure ecstasy. She screamed with pleasure and it seemed to drive him on, every moan bringing with it a harder stroke, a deeper push.
Her back spasmed, and she clung to him tightly, digging into her back with her nails – but his animal passion only grew. He pounded into her faster, deeper, and harder than she had ever imagined possible.
“How do
you like that?”
“Yes, Yes, YES! Oh Darren!” she shouted.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He said.
“Oh yea!”