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Luckily, we’d already been working on this surprise for Parker before that night. Let’s just hope everything falls into place as it should.

Unashamedly, I check out the bartender’s ass in the purple boy shorts he’s wearing while he hands someone else a drink. The bar area isn’t too busy right now, as I’d chosen to arrive only a few minutes before the auction is to start. The last thing I need is for someone to recognize me and want to talk. I’m not even supposed to be in Detroit right now, but we made the stop here just for the auction.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asks as he appears in front of me.

“Just a scotch, please.”

He nods. “With ice or without?”

“With, please.” Within a minute, I have a drink in my hand as another man wearing the same purple boy shorts and black boots appears at my side. “Mr. West, welcome. Are you ready to be shown to your seat? It’s almost time for the auction to start.”

“Yes, thank you.” Placing the tablet under my arm, I follow him. His ass isn’t nearly as nice as the bartender’s. A shame, really.

He comes to a stop next to a booth that’s entirely too large for just me, and I have a seat as I shoot him a smile. “Here we are, sir. I know you just got your drink, but if you’d like another, I can grab it for you quickly.”

“No, thank you. This is the only one I plan on having tonight.”

“Perfect. You have a minute or two if you’d like to check out the merchandise prior to the auction. Once the auction begins, it’ll automatically change to the merchandise on stage.”

Not wanting to thank him yet again, I just nod. Once I’m alone, I turn the tablet on so I can see if both of them have made it into the auction or not. I was able to pass along their names, there’s no guarantee that theywantedto take part in the auction. Or that they made it through the application process. I don’t know what I’ll do if they’re not here tonight.

Before I have time to do more than glance at the screen, the room begins to darken as the stage lights up as a man steps out on the stage near the DJ—Edward. He’s been the MC as long as I’ve been coming to the auction.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Club Lust. 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 headshot will appear on your tablets. I will provide information on each lot. If you’re interested, the starting bid is five hundred thousand and will go up in increments of fifty thousand until it reaches one million.

“At that time each bid will raise by five hundred thousand. 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.

“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 if you are the winner. Just a reminder, if you bid fortwo people and win tonight, then your tablet is automatically locked, preventing you from any additional bidding for the night.”

Edward pauses, a headshot popping onto my screen. “Our first lot for the night is Virtue.”

The woman is pretty, and there’s little doubt that she’ll bring in a lot of money since she’s apparently a virgin. But she’s not what I’m looking for.

Turns out, I’m right, though. Virtue sells for a cool ten million dollars.

I sit there as Edward announces lot after lot, without either of the people I’m looking for appearing.

Fuck.

We’re nearing the end of the auction, the eleventh lot leaving the stage. There are only five lots left, and I’m beginning to worry that neither of them will be here tonight. I was counting on them both being here but knew that even one would be okay. But what ifneitherof them is here tonight?

“Lot number twelve is Phoenix. Phoenix is twenty-seven. She wears a size six, stands at five foot six, and wears a thirty-two B-cup. While she can be a little shy as she gets to know someone, she’s always up for a good time.”

My eyes widen as Edward continues to talk before the drop to the tablet to make sure Phoenix is who I think she is. There she is, staring back at me.

Mackenzie Stewart.

Thank fuck.

Glancing back at the stage, I watch her walk along the stage, confident in her movements. Her long, dirty blonde hair is straight, pulled back in the front, but some of it still falls over her shoulders. She’s in shape without being too skinny, and the black lingerie wrapped around her body makes me want to drag her off stage and into a dark room to feed her my cock.

Who am I kidding? I’d happily do it right there on the stage she’s on.

She’s wearing a black one-piece that sits high on her hips, the cups of the lingerie the only part that’s opaque. The remainder of the lingerie is black lace, including the fabric over her cunt. It’s hard to tell from here, but it looks like she’s shaved or waxed.

Fucking hell.

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