Page 56 of Saved By My Buyers

I don’t much care for the theatrics, so I appreciate this setup.

It looks as if we have a few minutes before things will begin.

“The starting bid is really five hundred thousand dollars?” Bee whispers, leaning toward me with wide eyes as she gingerly touches the tablet as if it’s going to bite her. Her coat is neatly folded to the side, leaving her gorgeous body on display in that dress.

Smirking, I slide my hand into my pocket and turn on the butt plug, thoroughly enjoying the way her body jumps in the chair.

“If your thoughts are on the plug in your ass, then they’re not on the money,” I tease her, loving the way she squirms in her dress. “We’re here to enjoy ourselves, indulge in any and all of your desires. The money doesn’t fucking matter to me. I have more than I know what to do with.”

My breath in her ear as I speak to her makes her begin to pant, her nipples starting to pebble underneath her dress. Even her bra is no match for her arousal, making me chuckle darkly.

The lights begin to dim as I have my fun, and a man in a black suit walks out onto the stage, looking out at us.

As the light from the spotlight increases, the darkness becomes more pronounced for those sitting in the audience, and I expect that it’s so the men and women being auctioned off can’t see us either.

Bee and I left our phones in the car, knowing we wouldn’t be allowed to have them. They take privacy very seriously here, which is another thing I appreciate about the way this auction is run.

I’ve already recognized a few people I know in the room from attending networking events with very affluent people.

There are even some who have traveled in for this. The man on stage lifts the microphone in his hand, but he already has our attention. We’re all silent and waiting, eager to continue to the next part of our evenings.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Club Lust,” he begins, gazing out at us. “We are pleased to have sixteen lots of merchandise up for sale tonight. Please remember once the lights are fully off that no one is to move from their seats. This auction will be silent. As I announce the merchandise, a head shot will appear on your tablets. I will provide information on each lot. If you are interested, the starting bid is five hundred thousand and will go up in increments of fifty thousand until it reaches one million.”

Bee gasps, and I increase the intensity of the butt plug, because I can be petty. Her hand reaches out to grab onto my forearm, her nails biting into my skin. I don’t mind the pain, knowing her mind is only trained on me and the pleasure I’m willing to give her if she’s a good girl.

“At that time each bid will raise by five hundred thousand,” the man continues. “You can click the bid button as many times as you desire. Each auction will only be open for five minutes. At the end of that time the tablets will announce the winning bid number only. As a reminder, we do not use names. If you are outbid it will flash across your screen to bid again and if you win the tablet will flash you are the winner. Just a reminder if you bid for two people and win tonight then your tablet is automatically locked, preventing you from any additional bidding for the night. Our first lot for the night is Virtue.”

It’s incredible to me that people would come to the auction with the intention to buy more than one person, or maybe they feel so drawn to them that it simply happens. Easing down the intensity on the toy, I allow Bee to take slow, steady breaths.

“I guess you should pay attention, huh?” I murmur softly next to her as she takes the tablet with trembling hands.

“I’m reminding myself that you have a very pretty dick right now,” she growls, making me hold back a laugh. Bee is such a brat, but her priorities are typically in order.

Together, we watch each person as they walk out onto the stage, and the man reads her or his bio, a list of hard limits discussed, and any special attributes highlighted.

Every participant in the auction is so different from the next. There are curvy women, thin, some that are virgins, and others that enjoy water sports. It feels so odd to have all of this discussed so openly, but also liberating.

It’s awkward enough to be looking for someone for your girlfriend without having to pull the details of what they like in the sack from them. The auction makes things easy. Throughout it all though, I notice that Bee’s finger never touches the bid button.

“Still nothing?” I murmur, watching her. Every woman has been beautiful, but my cock hasn’t twitched once.

“No,” she sighs. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. They’re pretty, but…”

“We’re still early in the night,” I remind Bee. “Let’s see what happens.”

It’s when participant number nine walks out that my jaw drops. Leaning forward, I see the head shot on the tablet is of someone I’ve known her entire life. It’s not possible. What the fuck?

“Bee, do you see?” I rasp, seeing that the name she chose for herself is Precious. Glancing over, I notice that Bee is breathing heavily, trying to get her mind to believe what her eyes are telling her. Shoving my hand in my pocket, I turn off the toy, hoping it’ll help her to think.

“That’s her,” Bee hisses, wincing as she sits taller. “Oh God, why is she here?”

“Don’t pay attention to what the screen says,” I growl. “Just keep bidding, baby.”

Her jaw grits as she listens to the man on stage calling out Dahlia’s attributes. Dolly’s curls are perfectly curled and styled, her black teddy accentuating her large breasts and tiny waist.

When she turns in a circle, showing off her gorgeous ass, I fucking growl like a caveman. I can see from here that she’s too goddamn thin. It’s the look of someone who hasn’t been eating well, though only Bee and I can tell that because we know what she used to look like.

“Precious is a virgin…”

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