Page 3 of Cookies and Control

Can I be like Jasmine and make things happen? The table she’s at erupts into a chant. “Do it. Do it.”

Now they’re toasting her for saving the day. Are we even sure the day needs saving?

The power of her hype occurs to me—people get caught up in it and don’t think straight. Much like me and my fantasies. Okay, that’s something I can understand.

I scan the room and catch a man looking at me, which is my official prompt to look anywhere but at him. But that’s wrong. I lean into the fantasy, the hype… the moment and meet his gaze. He raises his bidder paddle and points at me.

Oh! I look over both shoulders. Only me. Then point at myself. He smiles and nods. He wants me. He’ll bid on me.

That’s all I need. The promise of one.

Before I know it, Jasmine has Sabrina and me agreeing to be replacement virgins for the evening. I hear my words before I think them. “This will be so fun. I love that we’re all going to have our first time on the same night.”

An extra shot of adrenaline hits when I remember that my stepdad and his brother—the men who I want to win me—are here. I have to let go of that thought. Even fantasies have their limits.

But this very moment when I’m being ushered into a room to sign a contract to participate in the Christmas Cherry Auction is the closest reality has ever come to matching the wild adventures in my head.

With my best friends by my side, I sign my name on the contract and change into the skimpy red and white dress. Jasmine and Sabrina do the same.

I’m going to auction my virginity in front of my grumpy stepdad and my almost-cool stepuncle.

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Bull

I adjust the crotch of my pants for the hundredth time when I catch another glimpse of my stepdaughter’s exposed cleavage. The white lace might look innocent, but there’s nothing modest about that fitted bodice that practically throws her tits over the off-the-shoulder neckline.

“Try not to stare, Bull.” Rocky, my brother, loosens his collar, clearly as uncomfortable as I am. “You promised not to interfere with Betsy’s waitressing job.”

“Blizzard’s coming.” I check my phone’s weather app again. “If she gets snowed in at a sex club, we have to be here to protect her.”

Betsy floats from table to table offering drinks and snacks. The front of her skirt is higher than the back and begs me to slide my hands underneath it. If by any chance, that doesn’t secure that I’m the worst stepfather ever, thoughts of peeling off her dress and her long, sheer lace gloves, leaving her clad in nothing but a bra, panties, and heels, should secure the honor.

But I’ve never admitted my attraction to anyone, not even my brother.

Rocky claps my shoulder. “The Christmas Cherry Auction brings in good money for charity. Let’s avoid making a scene.”

“That guy right there…” I brazenly point. “I’m about to have to take him a napkin so he can clean up his drool. I’d say I’m doing a damn good job of not making a scene.”

And then everything goes to shit.

Lazovski, the owner of the Aubergine Affair where the auction is held, announces that the women who were originally scheduled to be auctioned slid off the road and won’t make it. After far too brief of a discussion, accompanied by horny men chanting, Betsy’s friend, Jasmine, volunteers to be auctioned. Then Betsy and their other friend Sabrina join her.

Do I make a scene? I’m not sure. I can’t see. I can’t think. My precious stepdaughter volunteered to auction her virginity.

Rocky forces me outside.

Fuck! I can’t deal with the thought of any man touching my sweet stepdaughter. Her feminine sensuality has tortured me for too many inappropriate years.

I bought her baggy clothes to hide her curves until she balked at everything being oversized. Then I bought flowy, layered clothes with tons of fabric since she’s a dreamer. It fit her personality. And not seeing her womanly curves saved my sanity.

But now, as I tear myself away from Rocky and re-enter the club, my heart stops. Betsy and the other women changed into the auction dresses.

My cock twitches at the sight of her exposed legs. Her damn short skirt has lots of layers and sticks out like a ballerina’s. If she bent over, I’d be able to see her ass.

No! My cock and balls team up against me. I rush to the bathroom, hiding shamefully in a stall as I drop my pants and barely get my fist around my cock before my cum splats on the marble wall.

Am I the only perv in a sex club who hides in the bathroom to come?

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