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“That sounds…” I trail off, shaking my head.

“Perfect? I know.”

I snort. “I was going to say horrific, but sure. Let’s go with perfection.”

Cassie smirks and gets to work. She cleans up my hair, and I admit that whatever she puts in my hair does make the curls look a million times better. And the skin care shit is kind of relaxing. It’s probably because she’s the one doing it and not me trying to do it myself.

When she’s done, she steps back with a smirk. “Much better.”

“I think I looked fine before,” I argue, for no other reason than to argue.

She laughs. “You did, but now you look hot as hell, and that’s what the buyers are going to want. That’s it for me. Jen will be back to get you when it’s time. Good luck. I hope you have a great weekend.”

I grunt, giving her a wave before the door falls shut behind her. It’s not even seven thirty yet. This is going to take forever. Sitting around and doing nothing isn’t something I’m used to, nor am I good at it.

I head back to the couch, grabbing my bag as I do. Once seated, I open the bag and shuffle through the bag until I can locate the “lingerie” I’m meant to wear tonight.

Initially, when I was informed I would need to wear my best lingerie, I was confused. Lingerie is for women, right? Not so much, apparently. I probably could’ve gotten away with a pair of my boxer briefs, but I decided if I was going to do this, then I was going to do it right.

After a lot of Internet searches, I found what I was looking for. I’ve never worn anything like it before, but I’m okay with that. I probably should’ve tried it on before today. It’s too late now.

Now is as good of a time as any.

It’s a jockstrap, which I’ve worn before, but not like that. They’re all black, though the hammock in the front is sheer, which means my dick will be on view for all to see without just walking out there naked. It’ll also leave my ass bare, without me having to have a strip of fabric up my ass if I was wearing a thong. I vetoed that option really quickly.

Shrugging, I set everything aside and strip until I’m naked, pulling the jockstrap on and adjusting my dick until it’s comfortable. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn a jockstrap, but it feels about the same. Can’t complain about that.

Facing the mirror, I check out myself from the front and back, admitting I look damn good. Bubble butts for the win, am I right?

I snicker to myself before pulling my pants back on. There’s no point in putting my shirt back on, but I’m not putting my bare ass on the couch. It might be leather and easy to clean, but that’s just gross. Even I have more class than that.

Laying back on the couch, I pull out my phone and find some random game to play until it’s time for the auction. I get so lost in it that when the knock comes, it startles me. I sit up as the door swings open to reveal Jen.

“Are you ready?”

I toss my phone onto the table before standing and pushing my pants to the floor. “Let’s do this.”

“That’s the kind of attitude I like to see,” Jen says, and as we step into the hall, she fills me in on how things will go from here.

This is it. Time to sell myself for the weekend. What could go wrong?

Chapter Seven

Royce

Stepping off the elevator, I straighten my jacket as a woman approaches me. “Good evening, Mr. West. Welcome back to Club Lust. If I can get your keycard, I have your tablet all ready for you.”

“Of course. Thank you.” I hand her the card and take the offered tablet.

“Please feel free to grab a drink at the bar and someone will show you to your seat when you’re ready. As you’re aware, the auction will begin shortly, so you don’t have much time.”

“I understand. Thank you.” I make my way to the bar. It’s been a few years since I’ve attended an auction at Club Lust. Cormac and I used to attend every year until we met Parker. After that,we didn’t need to come. We had everything we could’ve wanted in our lover.

The only reason I’m even here this year is for Parker—not that he knows that or even where I am tonight.

No, tonight will hopefully be a happy surprise for him. He hasn’t been doing well. Cormac and I have been doing our best, but I’m not sure how much longer we can go on like this. I’m not sure how much longer Parker can go on like this if the other night is any indication.

Shaking my head, I pull myself away from those thoughts. I can’t dwell on it. It won’t change anything,

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