by Ivy Smoak
Oh my God. They’re going to murder me and turn me into a mummy mannequin! Tanner had said that DODO was an ancient organization. It made sense that mummification was their primary means of making people disappear.
I squirmed against my restraints.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked as my hooded captor walked to the door. It didn’t seem like it was Matt. His shoulders weren’t broad enough. So that meant…this wasn’t some kind of revenge thing like I’d hoped. My heart sunk. I’m going to die here. “Please don’t make me into a mummy!”
He stopped and looked at me. “That’s up to whoever buys you.” And then he left, slamming the door behind him.
Whoever buys me?! What the hell is happening?! I rolled off the sofa and got to my feet. There had to be a sharp object around here that I could use to cut this rope off my wrists…
I froze when the door opened. Someone flicked the lights on. It was blinding after being in the darkness for so long.
“I’m sorry!” I yelled. “I promise I wasn’t trying to escape! Don’t mummify me!”
Someone laughed. The DODO agent suddenly sounded strangely feminine. Or maybe it wasn’t the DODO agent at all.
“Who are you?” I asked. “Did you buy me?” I squinted and tried to see the person through the blinding light. The only features I could see at first were her two bubblegum-colored buns and her huge tits. As more of her came into focus - lingerie and heels that matched her hair - it became clear that I’d been purchased by a stripper. Or maybe a madame.
Yup. That was it. I wasn’t going to be mummified. I was being sold into prostitution.
“Ash,” said my new master. “It’s me.”
Huh? Wait a second. I blinked a few times and my eyes finally adjusted to the light. “Chastity?! Oh God. No! I didn’t mean to tell them your name. It just slipped out. Did they hurt you?”
Chastity laughed. “What are you talking about? And why are you all tied up? Were you doing some kinky roleplay with the chauffeur?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Chauffeur?! Those fuckers bagged me and tossed me into an unmarked van.”
“Weird. For me a couple of handsome men pulled up in a limo and asked me to get in. Then they handed me a blindfold so that I wouldn’t see where were going. For security reasons.”
“Are you kidding me?! I thought I was going to be raped and mummified. And meanwhile you were sipping mimosas in a limo?”
Chastity shrugged. “I guess they did their research and knew that I’d be more likely than you to get into a limo with some hunky men. Anyway, we should hurry. We only have ten minutes until the auction starts. We need to get you ready.”
“Auction? So we really are being sold into prostitution?”
“I hardly think that a sex club auction is the same as prostitution.”
“Sex club?”
Chastity blinked a few times. “Uh…yes. Did you really not put it together that we’re at Club Onyx right now? For your third wish?”
“No! How would I have put that together? I wished to get invited to Club Onyx. Not be kidnapped by a bunch of perverts.”
Chastity pointed to a giant neon CLUB ONYX sign on the wall above her. “That probably should have been your first clue.”
“Well in my defense, I didn’t see that. I was too distracted by your bubblegum hair. Is that a wig?”
“Yeah! Isn’t it awesome?”
“It actually is.” Then again, Chastity could make any hair color look amazing. And it looked like they’d given her blue colored contacts to make her eyes match.
“By the way, why are your clothes so dirty?” she asked. “You look like you walked into a bush.”
“Technically I dove into a bush. Matthew Caldwell was coming. It was the only choice.”
“Got it.” Chastity grabbed some bright pink lingerie off a mannequin and tossed it to me.
“No, wait, don’t…”
She laughed as it hit me in the face. “Sorry. Forgot your hands were still tied behind your back.”
I turned around so she could undo the rope around my wrists. Then I shook out my arms.
“Man, being tied up is the worst.”
“Well don’t get too used to being free. Based on my conversation in the limo, I’d say we have pretty good odds of getting tied up again in a few minutes.” Chastity smacked my ass with the rope.
“Hey!”
“Sorry. Just giving you a taste of what’s to come.”
“Oh God.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure Tanner will buy you at the auction. And if he doesn’t…oh well. Tonight is the perfect opportunity to make him jealous.”
“But I don’t want to make him jealous.” How many times do I have to tell Chastity I don’t want to play games with Tanner? “Everything is going so well. I finally got him to… Oh my God! I haven’t told you yet.”
“He asked you out?!”
“Oh. No. But he did tell me about…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “DODO.”
“Really?”
“Yup. I confronted him about it at the menagerie.”
“So what daughters did he bang? Was it triplets? I bet it was triplets.”
“Nope. No triplets. Or daughters at all! Turns out DODO doesn’t stand for Dads of Daughters Only.”
“Then what does it stand for?” asked Chastity as she tried on a statement necklace from one of the mannequins.
“Uh…he didn’t say. But he told me it’s an ancient organization.”
“That does what exactly?”
“Makes people disappear.”
“So he told you…no new information.”
“No, he…” Shit! “That sneaky little bastard! It felt like he was telling me so much. But now that I think about it, you’re right. He told me nothing. Just that they’re dangerous and he’s working on it.”
“It’s awesome that he’s a billionaire and everything, but I’m getting really tired of him treating you like shit.”
“He doesn’t treat me like shit. He orders me dinner every night. And saves me from having my sex tape released to the world. And surprises me with the world’s coolest closet.”
“And strings you along as his not-quite-girlfriend, refusing to bang you because of some mysterious organization. Oh my God…” She snapped her fingers. “That’s it. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. He’s totally wifey-zoning you.”
“Wifey-zoning? What is that?”
“You know. Like hubby-zoning, only reversed.”
“So like…marrying someone?”
“No! Hubby-zoning. It’s when you find a great guy who is husband material. But you still wanna keep fucking around with other people for a bit. So you string him along - lots of quality time, gifts, and a little bit of fooling around - but don’t give it all up. Just enough to keep them hanging around. Meanwhile you’re getting absolutely railed by 10s every weekend. But since you aren’t technically dating the hubby-zoned guy, it’s not cheating.”
“I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“Sure it is. I’m doing it with like…three different guys right now.” She looked so pleased with herself.
“Wait, so you’re hubby-zoning three different guys? Or banging three different guys on the side?”
She shrugged. “Actually both.”
What? “You can’t hubby-zone three people. You can only have one husband. And you definitely shouldn’t bang three people at the same time.” That sounded worse than I meant for it to…
Chastity laughed. “Do you see a ring on my finger?”
I was pretty sure Chastity was doing life wrong. But damnit, what if she was right?
“You really think that’s what Tanner’s doing to me?” I asked.
“Yes. I’ve got it all figured out. His whole deal is that he invites random girls to join the Society. He uses their first wish to help them get comfortable, and then on their second wish he has them fulfill whatever sex fetish he’s into that night. Then he ghosts them. But sinc
e they’re now members of a sex club with tons of other hot dudes, he doesn’t have to worry about clingers. It’s really quite brilliant.”
“But he never tried to bang me.”
“Right. There are two reasons for that. First, you’re the coolest girl ever, so of course he had an amazing time with you on your first date. You guys stayed up and talked for hours, right?”
“Yeah. I fell asleep in his arms.” The memory made me smile.
“Well that’s adorable. So that might have been enough for him to consider wifey-zoning you, but your accidental meeting the next day at BIMG was the final nail in your coffin. Because now you knew him outside of the Society.”
“Damn. I thought your theory was going to be whack, but that actually makes a ton of sense. Is it weird that I can’t decide if I’m devastated or excited? Because I hate that he’s sleeping around. But I love the idea that he wants to marry me.”
“You just have to un-wifey-zone yourself.”
“How? And don’t tell me to seduce him - my ego can’t handle another failed seduction.”
“You know how.” She waggled her eyebrows at me.
I didn’t want to know…but I’m pretty sure I did. Shit, shit, shit. Triple shit! “You’re going to make me bang so many people, aren’t you?”
She didn’t respond. She just threw the pink lingerie at me again.
Chapter 52 - The Sex Auction
Wednesday
I dodged her lingerie toss. I wasn’t putting any of this on. I didn’t want to bang any randos. I only wanted to bang Tanner. “I take it back. I’ll just seduce Tanner, thank you very much. Now where’s the exit?”
“You don’t need to seduce him. You need to seduce someone else. Give him a taste of the jealousy that’s coursing through your blood right now. He likes to fuck girls at Club Onyx? Well two can play that game.”
“Ew. I don’t want to fuck any girls here. Or anywhere, for that matter.”
Chastity rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean that. I meant that you can let the guys at Club Onyx fuck you.”
“Guys plural? As in…more than one guy?”
“Maybe. Get ready for the sexiest night of your life.” She bit her lip. I don’t think I’d ever seen her this excited before.
“But I’m so awkward. I can’t just strut out into Club Onyx and seduce some rando.”
“Yeah, I know you can’t. But Raven Black can.” Chastity grabbed a black wig off a mannequin and handed it to me. She helped me put it on and then I changed into the pink lingerie as I continued to look for an exit sign. Yes, Raven Black could seduce a rando. But…did she want to? It depended on one thing - Was that really the only way for Tanner to commit to me? Because I’d tried a lot of things. And the wifey-zone thing made sense. Maybe I could just let a guy like…touch my boob or something. That seemed innocent enough but might still make Tanner jealous.
Gah! I needed more time to think it through. “So what dresses are we gonna wear?” I asked. “We probably need something with a thick fabric or all the lace from these bras will show.”
Chastity laughed. “Do you see any dresses on these mannequins?”
“No. They’re probably in the other room.”
“Ash, this is a sex club. Honestly we’re probably wearing too much already.”
“But this is a thong!” I ran over to a mirror. “My ass is literally everywhere.”
“Exactly. You look hot.”
The door opened and two shirtless men walked in. I didn’t even think to cover myself - I was too distracted by their leather masks, leather pants, and the heavy chains crisscrossed over their absolutely jacked chests. One had a full leather mask, complete with a little zipper over his mouth. The other’s mask was more strappy. Both were terrifying.
“Hands behind your backs,” demanded the one without his mouth covered.
“Ah!” Chastity did a cute little jump. “This is so fun!” She turned around and let Zipper-mouth cuff her.
Strappy-mask turned to me. “You too.”
“Why are you wearing so much leather?” I asked.
“This isn’t just any old leather. It’s Scottish leather.”
“Okay?” Is that supposed to mean something to me?
He held up a pair of thick leather cuffs. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
“What if I don’t want to be cuffed?”
“Are you disobeying my orders?” asked Strappy-mask.
I didn’t know what would happen if I disobeyed, but I was pretty sure it involved his penis. I suddenly regretted sassing him. “Nope. No, sir.” I put my hands behind my back like a good little girl. The cuffs were surprisingly comfortable. But that wasn’t the point. It was still rude to barge in on some half-naked girls and cuff them without their consent! Although technically that Society contract I’d signed was my consent. Why the hell did I join a sex club?!
The men led us down a hallway and into a dimly lit room with about 10 other women. All in lingerie, and all handcuffed. And there was definitely no exit sign in here. Strappy-mask pulled the chain off his shoulder and used it to connect my cuffs to a thick metal ring on the floor.
“What the hell is happening?” I whispered to Chastity as soon as he was out of earshot.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “But I love it! Can we please come here every night?”
“Are you serious?! This is insane. They’re treating us like cattle.”
“Right? It’s so hot.”
“No it isn’t!” Fine. It’s a little hot. But it was so weird! And being chained up with no possibility of escape made me have to pee so badly. “How long do you think they’re gonna keep us here?”
“I don’t think it’ll be long.”
A guy in a suit and a cowboy hat walked to the podium at the front of the room and cleared his throat. “In a few minutes, each of you will be sold to the highest bidder. From that moment until 2 a.m., you are their date.” He was talking so fast that it was hard to keep up. “You have two options for the kind of date you are. If you’d like to be auctioned as a girlfriend - loyal, but not submissive - tap the purple square on the floor in front of you. If you want to be a sex slave to your owner, tap the red square.”
I looked down at the floor. There were indeed two LED-lit tiles in front of me. One purple, one red. I hit the purple one. Easy choice.
The floor squares dimmed and one of the walls lit up. It was covered floor to ceiling in masks. Lace masks, bunny masks, leather masks…even scary masks like the ones they wore in The Purge. There was a three-digit number displayed next to each one.
“During the bidding you will each wear a mask,” said Cowboy Hat. “You may dance to entice bidders, but do not, under any circumstances, remove your mask. Beef and Biff will be walking around to take your mask orders.” Strappy-mask, who was apparently named Beef, started approaching girls to take orders while Biff got the masks off the wall. Once a mask was selected, that part of the wall would dim.
Cowboy Hat kept talking. “Once you’re all masked, the auction will begin. Just a few rule reminders…” He started rattling off rules faster than I could follow.
“Which mask?” asked Beef.
“Uh…” I saw that Chastity had just selected a nice pink lace masquerade mask to match her hair. They didn’t have any more like that, but they did have a similar blue one. “Number 084, please.”
Biff walked over and grabbed my mask. My hands were still cuffed, so he put it on me.
“…and just to reiterate one more time - you can always use the safe word.” The auctioneer ended his speech.
“Did you hear the safe word?” I whispered to Chastity.
She shrugged. “My safe word is harder, Daddy.”
“Is that the safe word. Or is that just what you say? Because there’s a huge difference there.”
“I dunno. I wasn’t paying attention. Hey, wanna bet on which girl will sell for the most?”
“No.” I want to know the safe word!
“I’m guessing her.” She nodded towards a girl in a leather bunny mask and lingerie made only of leather straps. Something told me she had definitely hit the red button. It was going to be a real downer when I sold for like 1/100 of what she sold for. Or what if I didn’t sell at all? Just no bids. Crickets. I’d never be able to show my face in Club Onyx again.
“Everyone ready?” Cowboy Hat didn’t wait for an answer. “Great. Let’s begin. You’re up first.” He pointed to a girl in the front row. “Name please?”
“Giovanna,” she said with a super cool accent.
Beef unchained her from the floor and guided her up to a platform at the front of the room. Then he pulled a lever and the platform took both of them up through a hole in the ceiling.
Cowboy Hat grabbed a microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to welcome you to this evening’s auction. Our first offering is an evening with the lovely Giovanna. We’ll start the bidding at 10,000. Do I hear 10,000? I do. Current bid 10,000. Will you give me 15,000?”
The winning bid turned out to be 30,000 for Giovanna. The platform came back down a second later with only Beef remaining.
“Damn,” I whispered to Chastity. “Did he really just say 30,000? As in…dollars?”
“Yeah. But it was probably just monopoly money. Remember clause 24.1? If the Member makes payments to other members during wishes, she will do so using Society-issued credit cards or monopoly money.”
It still freaked me out and impressed me that Chastity had the entire Society contract memorized. “Right. Forgot about that.”
“Yeah, but I wish it was real money. That would be so much sexier.”
“Wouldn’t that just make us prostitutes?” I asked.
“Huh. Never thought of it that way. I just like the idea of a guy thinking that one night with me is worth as much as a car. It wouldn’t be sexy if he was only willing to pay like…twenty bucks.”
She had a fair point.
The next girls all sold for between 20 and 30 grand. Except for the girl in the strappy leather. I was correct that she was selling herself as a sex slave. She went for 50 grand.
And then the auctioneer pointed at Chastity.