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I am pleased to announce you have been selected to participate in the Night to Remember Auction held on May tenth at Club Lust. A town car will pick you up at the address you supplied and return you back there at the end of the event.

You are to ensure that you are free from Friday evening until Sunday at midnight. Once purchased, you, the merchandise, will spend the weekend with the winning bidder.

At the end of the weekend you will be returned back to Club Lust and you will be compensated with payment.

You will wear your best lingerie on stage. Hair and makeup will be supplied courtesy of the club. To keep identities private you are to choose a name to be called for the weekend.

If you have any further questions please do not hesitate to reach out.

Sincerely,

A Night to Remember

I keep waiting for the sky to fall down on me, but things are good. My interview was amazing, and the email I just read means I’m in!

The entire process took about a month. One incredibly anxiety-inducing month. February is about to end, which means the weather will hopefully get warmer soon. I’m pulling on the warm leather gloves I bought myself, because I was worried I was going to get frostbite one day.

Now, I have a warm scarf too, and I’m ready to go shopping for my lingerie set.

I searched the internet for the best places to buy beautiful lingerie, and it recommended Brighton Department stores. The guy who owns them is apparently local, but I only know that, because there was a newspaper article about it that I found while I was researching.

Swallowing hard, I’m standing outside of Frankie’s door because I need to pay him rent. Every month, he collects it from us so he can pay the landlord. I’m always so nervous when I have to see him, since I know what a lowlife he fucking is.

He yanks open the door before I can knock, where he stands and glares at me.

I know he wishes he was taller so he could appear more intimidating, but some people aren’t blessed with height in their genes. They’re also not blessed with big cocks either. From what I remember, Frankie was a bit limp while I sucked him off.

“Well? What are you standing there for? Are you here to tell me you can’t pay rent? Is your pussy so tight you think that it can absolve you?—”

Tired of his bullshit, I shove my hand in his face.

“No, I have it right here,” I say softly, giving him the money. “I’m never late.”

I will never give this man my back, so I back away quickly once Frankie has the money.

“Oh come on, baby,” he says with a smirk. “I’m sure I could give you a five percent discount for a fuck.”

I think I just threw up in my mouth.

Not responding, I simply leave the apartment, because I’m more concerned about vomit leaving me if I open my mouth. I would never touch Frankie’s cock again willingly. No thank you.

The nearest department store is across town, but thankfully I can take the bus there. I need to change routes twice, hyper fixating on where I am at all times to make sure I don’t get lost.

Since I don’t have a phone, I mapped out the way online before committing it to memory. I’m terrified I’m going to get lost.

Needless to say, I breathe a sigh of relief once I get off the bus and see the Brighton department store in front of me. There are a lot of cameras in this area of town, which makes me twitchy.

I’ve done a really good job of living in an area where people don’t care enough to protect their stuff. It’s the reason the front door is often off the hinges, I sometimes sleep in the closet, where I feel more secure near the safe, when my roommates throw a party, and my stuff is stolen routinely.

I’ll put up with all of this if it means I won’t be found by Gareth. Goosebumps rise over my skin that have nothing to do with the cold weather, and lift my hood over my curly hair.

Walking quickly, I walk through the revolving doors, recoiling when a security guard motions to a sign that asks everyone to make sure their face is not covered when entering.

Shit, shit, shit. It’s too late to retreat, so I drop my hood and say a prayer that I won’t be found. The guard nods to me with a smile for doing as he asks, while my hands shake as I lift the hood to hide again.

The damage may be done already, but it’s my security blanket. I feel too exposed without at least trying.

Moving quickly, I locate the lingerie section on the third floor. There are so many different options, and I debate if I want to wear a bra and panty set, a teddy, or something on the edgier side. Wandering over the displays, I frown as I agonize.

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