by Mia Ford
Gary McLaughlin, the guy met at the right sidebar, asked me about my Harley Davidson and I told him that I’d just bought the bike on an impulse. He remarked how fortunate I was to be in possession of such a bike and I told him that I would help him get his own Harley. He thought I was joking, but when we met again, a couple of days later, I helped him place an ad for his old bike in the paper and it was sold, at a handy profit, within a couple of hours. Then I loaned him some cash and helped him buy a better bike. It wasn’t a Harley Davidson yet, but we fixed it up and he drove that bike for a while and then we flipped it again, just like we’d done with his first bite. This time he made such significant profit that I only had to loan him another five thousand dollars in order for him to buy his very own Harley Davidson. When he later sold his first Harley, at another handsome profit, Gary repaid me the five thousand dollars loan and bought a top of the range, brand-new Harley Davidson just like mine; paid in full!
We soon went on another road trip and the two of us, both on brand-new Harley Davidson bikes, soon drew massive attention when we stopped at another roadside bar.
“Where do two whippersnappers like you guys get the money to buy brand-new Harley Davidsons?” an aggressive-looking, massive biker with forearms like tree stumps asked as we sat down and ordered a beer. He introduced himself as Ronald Johnson and Gary and I shook his hand and invited him to join us for a drink.
“Brad over here has quite the mind for business and he’s the one who helped me get rid of my old piece of junk and buy the Harley,” Gary said.
Some other bikers heard our discussion and stood closer to listen. Gary told all of the bikers at the bar how I’d helped him get his own Harley and they soon asked if they could also join the LA Dragons motorcycle club. The new bikers were accepted into the club and I soon helped them through the same process to acquire their own bikes of choice. They weren’t all Harley fans, but by getting them to buy some motorcycles, fix them up and sell the bikes again at a profit, they all soon had the rides of their choice and me to thank for it.
Under the circumstances, based on the fact that I’d helped everyone acquire the finances to buy their dream bikes, it was only fair and natural that I was chosen as the leader of the LA Dragons and we soon had a membership of more than twenty. Not only did we quickly gain a reputation as hard riders; we were also revered for our financial prowess and business savvy. Even Ronald Johnson, a guy who never finished seventh grade at school, became a well-respected man around Los Angeles and everyone felt very grateful for the fact that I’d appeared to help them move up the biking ladder so rapidly.
Even though I really enjoy hanging out with my biker friends, there is still a part of my life which I keep just to myself. The only one of my biker friends who has ever been to my mansion is Gary McLaughlin, the first one who joined. He’s my only confidant and he has promised to keep the true reasons behind my wealth a strict secret. Apart from Gary, I often invite women over to my place, but I’ve given up on the idea of finding the ‘perfect woman’ and settling down with her. When you’ve slept with a couple of hundred chicks they all start looking the same and I’ve reached the point where I find it hard to stick around with one girl for longer than one or two days, at most.
Gary is the one who told me about the Virgin auction and the moment I heard about it I felt excited, for some unknown reason. Apparently there’s this secret auction where girls parade naked on stage and everyone can bid on them. This, by itself, would already have intrigued me enough, but to make it even better all of these girls are apparently virgins! Even though I’ve been with loads of women in my time, I’ve only been with two virgins and I know, from experience, that they are the best… there’s just something about that innocence and first-time excitement which makes it an unforgettable experience.
Gary and I, plus nine more of our biker friends from the LA Dragons motorcycle club, will be going to the virgin auction this evening and we have decided to bit, collectively, on the prettiest girl there and have a gang bang with her afterwards.
I take a quick shower, eat a chicken mayonnaise sandwich and wash it down with a cold beer before walking back outside to see if old Rawlins has finished shining my bike. He stands next to my Harley with a broad grin; inviting me to inspect his handiwork. I’m amazed at how someone dressed so neatly in a butler’s outfit can manage to shine a bike so beautifully in such a short space of time, without getting one ounce of dirt or grease on his clothes.
“You really are a magician Rawlins,” I say and hand him a hundred dollar bill. Even though I pay him a handsome salary, I always give Rawlins a tip when he does something nice for me and he bows his head gratefully as he accepts the tip.
“It’s a pleasure sir, I do hope you enjoy your evening and I will see you when you get back.”
“Thank you Rawlins… but don’t wait up for me, I get the feeling this is going to be a long night,” I say with a broad grin and Rawlins nods his head with just a hint of a smile around his mouth corners. He knows me well enough by now to understand that my cryptic words are an indication of the fact that I’m planning to have sex all night long and that I will probably only be back in the early morning hours.
I get on my bike, kick-start it to life and drive away with screeching tires. It feels good to be alive and I can’t wait to see the naked girls at the auction!
When I get to the mansion I’m not surprised to see that the security is pretty tight. The entrance fee is a thousand dollars per person and I guess it’s just to make sure that no lowlifes and scammers gain entry to the place. When I pull up in front of the mansion I see some other expensive bikes standing in a group and I know that my biker friends have already arrived. I walk up the stairs and two massive looking bouncers frisk me for weapons before I’m allowed inside. I’m introduced to a very professional looking accountant who requests that I go onto the Internet and show him my actual bank balance. Only when he is satisfied that there is more than a million dollars available in my account am I given a white paddle with a number on it, which the accountant explains is what I should use to do my bidding with.
“When you want to place a bid just shove your paddle in the air and shout out the amount you want to bid,” the accountant says and I nod my head to indicate that I understand.
Finally, I get to walk over to Gary, Ronald and my other biker friends who are waiting. They’ve found a nice spot, right in front of the stage, and I feel the excitement pumping through my veins as we wait for the auction to begin.
An announcer walks on stage and I can tell that this is going to be all business. He doesn’t make a long speech and simply explains how the auction is going to work. First of all, the girls will all appear on stage as a group whilst they are all still dressed. Then they will leave the stage and each girl will come back, but this time fully naked. That’s when the bidding will begin.
“Now make sure to take a good look at all the girls when they come onto the stage as a group,” I say, “we have to decide beforehand which girl we want to bid on and then work as a team when the bidding on her starts.”
“Cool mate, I got it!” Gary says and Ronald nods his head excitedly.
The next minute seven gorgeous girls walk onto the stage and I’m absolutely stunned at their appearance. I’m not entirely certain what I expected, but I certainly wasn’t ready for this. All of these girls look as if they could be beauty queens in their own right and there’s a perfect example on stage of every kind of girl you can imagine. One of the girls is a sultry, dark-haired beauty with deep blue eyes; another one is a redhead with incredibly picked it’s like watermelons; yet another one a studious looking, busty secretary type and as I go from one girl to the next I realize that these girls are all perfect 10’s… no question about it.
But there’s one in particular which, even amongst all of the other beauties, stands out for me. She has wavy blonde hair and impossibly green eyes… That’s what I notice first. I know I’m here to bid on a girl’s body,
but this girl is so beautiful that I forget, just for a moment, that I’m going to offer money for her virginity… Because my mind’s made up; this is the one I want to bid on.
“I don’t know about you guys but that blonde with the green eyes is definitely my favorite,” I say immediately.
“Man, I was just gonna say the same thing!” Gary says.
“Yeah mate, she looks like a blonde tiger or something,” Ronald says and even though I don’t exactly understand his comparison I still think that she does look a little bit like a tiger… like she’d be able to tear you to shreds with her sexuality. The rest of our group of eleven horny bikers quickly agree that this is the goal we should be bidding on.
All of the girls file off the stage and a minute later the sultry, dark-haired beauty returns… totally naked!
“Motherfucker!” Ronald exclaims and I feel that his remark is totally appropriate. The girl is even more beautiful naked than she was with her clothes on and, even though we’ve already agreed that we are all going to bid on the blonde tigress, I have to concentrate real hard not to shove my little paddle into the air when the bidding begins.
Chapter 3: Jenny
When the taxi cab drops us off in front of the mansion Stacy and I are immediately treated like royalty. A very suave looking gentleman walks up and leads us inside, past the two large bouncers at the door.
“Just make yourself comfortable and I will quickly help you to do the paperwork… which one of you will be taking part in the auction?” the gentleman asks and looks at both Stacy and I with a quizzical expression. Stacy is a beautiful brunette with an hourglass figure and I guess the gentleman imagines that either one of us would reach a handy price at the auction.
“I’m the one who is here to auction off my virginity,” I say with a smile and the gentleman smiles right back at me.
“Okay, you sound like you’re in good spirits and that’s a good thing. Can you just please give me your ID so I can make a copy of it and enter your details on the auction papers?” He says and I quickly oblige. He takes my ID and comes back with it a minute later with some papers for me to sign. I sign in all the places with a black pen and then we’re all set. The gentleman shows us over to the stage and indicates that we may sit down on a row of chairs, next to some other gorgeous looking girls. I can’t believe just how beautiful all of these girls are and I suddenly hope that I can measure up to their appearance.
“They are all gorgeous… are you sure I’m in the right place?” I say jokingly to Stacy.
“Oh come on, this is no time to be modest. You totally are the most beautiful girl here and you’re going to be fine,” Stacy says with a smile.
Someone goes on stage and explains how the bidding will work, but I don’t really listen to what he’s saying. My heart is beating like a train on the track and I suddenly feel very nervous. What if no one bids on me? What if they bid a ridiculously low amount? What if I don’t have the guts to go through with it?
Before I get an opportunity to attempt to answer all of these questions that suddenly race through my mind, someone beckons to all of the girls taking part in the virgin auction and leads us up onto the stage, still dressed. I look out in front of me once I’m on the stage and am stunned at the number of hungry male faces I see. I was expecting only maybe fifty men, but the entire room is filled with a large male crowd. I’m not great at estimating numbers, but there must be more than two hundred people here!
I feel like I’m moving in a dream and it’s not altogether unpleasant. It’s almost as if I’m taking part in a beauty pageant and I love the way all of the men cheer and whistle as we stand there in front of them on the stage. Then we walk off again in single line and I watch the first girl getting undressed. She has perky breasts with an absolutely gorgeous body and she looks like some kind of dark, Brazilian beauty. When she walks onto the stage naked then the whole place erupts with loud cheers and it’s not long before the bidding starts.
“Fifty thousand… I’ve got fifty thousand… Now who’s going to give me eighty thousand for this beautiful girl? Come on guys, just look at her! Hundred thousand dollars? Thank you!… I’ve got a hundred thousand! Now who’s going to offer me hundred and fifty thousand?”
When the bid is finally awarded to some guy for three hundred thousand dollars I can’t believe my ears. Three hundred thousand dollars! For one night of sex! I suddenly feel as if this could be the evening when all of my dreams come true… as if this might actually be a good thing. I know that I’m going to go through with it, no matter what. There is no turning around now and if I can just get half of what the first girl got I will be extremely happy.
I’m sitting fourth in the row of girls and before I know it my turn has come. I quickly get undressed before I can change my mind and then walk up onto the stage in a dream state. I’m vaguely aware of the fact that everyone is cheering very loudly and I start moving around on the stage to show off my naked body. Then, very slowly but surely, I come out of my shell and start enjoying the way I’m able to control the entire room with my naked body.
“Now, let me introduce you to Jenny! This blonde bombshell will blow your mind and if you’re already I will start the bidding!” the auctioneer shouts through his microphone.
When the bidding starts it quickly goes up to a hundred thousand and I love the way the auctioneer doesn’t have to wait long before it’s raised to one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The men are all in a rush to place their bets and very soon the amount is a hundred and eighty thousand dollars… One hundred and eighty thousand dollars! I suddenly realized that I’m going to be okay… That the men are actually going to bit a decent amount on me and that I’m not going to feel like I’ve been rejected.
“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Who is going to give me two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for this beautiful, buxom blonde?” the auctioneer shouts and he doesn’t have to wait long, “Thank you! I’ve got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars… Now who is going to give me three hundred thousand?!”
“Four hundred thousand dollars!” a very smart looking, elderly gentlemen in the front row shouts and sticks his paddle high up in the air. But before I can really register the fact that someone has just bid four hundred thousand dollars on my virginity, I see him. He’s also standing in the front row and he looks like some kind of surfer… or perhaps he could be a pro athlete… or perhaps a football player. He’s got strawberry blonde hair and a naughty grin which makes him look boyish and extremely attractive. He’s wearing a tight T-shirt and I can see some swirling tattoos on the muscular parts of his upper body which is not covered by the T-shirt. I suddenly know that I want him and that I want him to bid on me. I want him to prove to me that he considers me to be the most beautiful girl in the world and I look straight at him before maneuvering my naked body in some really suggestive, circular movements.
“Five hundred thousand dollars! I’ve got five hundred thousand dollars!” the auctioneer shouts excitedly. I look at the strawberry blonde bunk and he looks straight at me… Just for a moment, I think that he’s not all that interested in me… But then he shoves his little paddle all the way up into the air.
“Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” he calls out and for a moment the entire place goes absolutely silent. It’s as if no one can believe that he’s just raised the bit to three quarters of a million dollars. I wonder if I’ve heard him correctly… perhaps it was just my imagination and perhaps he hasn’t really placed a bid on me… but then the auctioneer shouts out, “Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars! I’ve got seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Going once, going twice… Sold to the gentleman in the front row for seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars!”
The entire place erupts with applause and I am led off the stage. Stacy runs over and gives me a big hug.
“You’ve just sold your virginity for seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Just think what you can do with all the money!” Stacy says and we
dance around excited.
“Will you wait around for me until I’ve given the man his due reward for his winning bid?” I ask and Stacy nods her head excitedly.
“Yes! Don’t worry, I’ll wait around for as long as it takes and then we can go and celebrate!”
Someone taps me on my shoulder and when I turn around it’s the blonde hunk… and ten other mean -looking guys.
“Hi, my name is Brad and I believe I’ve just paid seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars for a night of pleasure with you… as did all of my friends over here,” he says with a smile and kisses the back of my hand just like a French gentleman would do at a fancy Royal dance.
“Congratulations on placing your bid… But what do you mean when you say your friends over here on the same as you?” I asked, slightly perplexed.
“The rules of the auction make it clear that bidding as part of a group is also allowed… and all eleven of us have bid on you as a group, which means that we all want to share an evening of fun with you.”