Page 3 of Mistletoe and Mischief

“They can solve it three times over,” I joke.

Her smile is weak, then after consideration, says, “Yeah. They’re so rugged, so beastly.”

“You should go talk to them.”

Lazovski’s voice comes from behind me. He’s the owner of the Aubergine Affair and took over the Christmas Cherry Auction when it became obvious the men weren’t buying the women to help with holiday chores as originally intended. “We can’t support the charity if you undermine the auction.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to undermine it.” Naomi shrinks.

“More importantly, I can’t protect you outside of the auction and the contract. Want to sign up?”

“There were originally supposed to be four women. I bet the last dress will fit you. Plus, he’s right. There’s an immediate termination clause in the contract, buyers and virgins agree to it, and you get Lazovski’s personal number in case something goes wrong.”

He turns to Naomi. “Are you a virgin?”

She nods.

I grab her hands. “Do it. I’ll help you get their bid.”

“Okay.”

“You go sign the contract and get dressed. I’ll let them know you hope they’re up for an expensive night.”

Three

Landon

The emcee announces the start of the auction, and I can’t take my eyes off Jasmine as she struts onto the stage. No one in the club can. Her confidence is magnetic.

She’s been teasing us pretty hard though, talking to us about winning her. So why the hell is she waving at other men? Why is she flaunting her cleavage at someone who’s not me? And when a heckler says he can’t wait to bend her over his knee, why does she turn her ass to the audience, lift her short skirt, and smack it?

My dick spurts a shot of pre-cum into my underwear. Great. She’s mischievous.

I tamp down the possessive anger boiling inside of me. I’ll be the one spanking her when this thing is over.

Her antics are just part of the game. She owns the spotlight, and my cock, which is already hard.

“Alright, boys,” she purrs into the mic, her voice dripping with naughtiness. “Who’s ready to find some mistletoe with me?”

The crowd erupts in cheers and whistles. Cole and I turn to Blake. He has a fascination with mistletoe, even has some hanging in our house which I find deeply disturbing since only the four of us guys are at our house. But I’ll camp out under it when we get Jamine home.

Jasmine parades across the stage, crooking her finger at a guy in the front row. “You think you can handle me, handsome? Want to start the bids?”

The emcee is going to be out of a job with her on stage. He plays along. “Go for it.”

The poor guy nearly falls out of his chair, scrambling to raise his paddle. “Fifty thousand!”

Poor fucker’s going to lose if he thinks five figures will be enough.

The bids fly fast and furious, and I keep my arm raised to outbid each poor soul who thinks he has a chance. One hundred thousand. Two. Three. Jasmine works the crowd like a pro, alternating between letting Jefferson, the auctioneer, do his thing, and teasing and flirting with every guy in the club.

My hands itch to spank her little ass for that. Then I get a better idea. She wants to play with them. Fine. I’ll watch. I set my paddle on the table as the bids skyrocket.

Blake and Cole ask why I stopped. We planned on dropping several million tonight and the bids are still in six figures. “Just having a little fun.”

Jasmine’s eyes stop on my discarded paddle. Her step falters.

Good. The little brat’s been teasing all of us. Until I can spank her ass, this will be her punishment.

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