Page 7 of Cherry Auction

I gulp and feel a clenching deep inside now that I’m able to see it’s absolutelynotan empty room.

Somehow that makes it real. I’m exposing myself in the most extreme way anyone can be exposed. And unexpectedly… a flooding rush of adrenaline I never anticipated crashes through my body. It’s a sparkling electricity that dances across my skin. Especially as Caleb continues to instruct my movements, and I continue to obey.

My face flushes with heat as I lock eyes withone man in the back who’s staring at me so hard, it’s like he’s trying to drill into me. I can’t decide if it looks like he hates me or he wants to fuck me or if he wants to hate-fuck me.

The more I keep staring at him, imagining all the things he might be fantasizing about, I slide my legs further apart like Caleb tells me to. Air-conditioning kicks on then because I feel a draft against my exposed pussy. It makes me shudder.

I break the stare of the man and turn my face shyly into my leg, even as my butt and sex clench, still thinking about him. A couple of groans come from the audience.

“That’s good, sweetheart,” Caleb says. “You can stand back up now.”

I obey, my cheeks wildly hot as I stare at the polished wooden floor.

“Have you ever felt the touch of a man before?” Caleb asks, holding the microphone out in front of my face for my answer.

“No,” I whisper, jumping a little at my amplified voice when it comes out of speakers around the room.

“You’ve never had sex before or been penetrated by a man?”

“Not that I know of,” I answer as honestly as I can. “The doctors said my hymen is intact.”

“Do you touch yourself?”

I suck in a quick breath. “I— I’ve thought about it. I think about it.”

“What do you think about?”

Oh my god, this is embarrassing. Quinn told me the auctioneer would talk to me on stage a little, but I didn’t realize he’d ask about this. She said to just answer everything honestly. To be myself.

“I, uh…” I close my eyes so I don’t die of embarrassment. “I think about what it would feel like. First, I think about his arms around me. He’s touching my hair. He’s heavy on top of me, and I like how that feels. And then I feel his… um, how he gets hard down there. I imagine what it might be like to have him… if I touched him and took hold of him in my fist because I want to know what one feels like—” I pause for a second when more groans come from the crowd.

“Keep going,” Caleb whispers to me.

“Um. Then I think about what if he, um, if he put it there and—” I swallow hard. I’m not sure I could do this if Caleb wasn’t directing me. “Like, I had a dream the other night about a man pushing me down on the bed and then having, like, um, a thick fullness in there between my legs. And then him pushing it inside me. Like, in the place where it aches.”

“How does it ache, baby?” Caleb demands. “Tell us.”

My cheeks are red hot. I feel my whole face burning, not just my cheeks but my forehead too.

It feels otherworldly to be up here, baring my naked body that I’m selling, and telling my most intimate fantasies to tempt every man in this room. There’s a little bit of shame mixed in, but even that adds to the rushing adrenaline. I might not know much, but I suspect that the big world outthere looks down on this kind of thing. I’m doing something forbidden and sexy as fuck, and risky and dangerous. But it’s also easy because I’m just giving in to commands.

As for the fact that I’m exhilarated and wet… My eyes open and slide back to the glaring man.

“It aches,” I answer, “like this pulsing that starts… down there,” my hands caress my body, “and comes up through my belly and then I want… I want to be pushed down and have the heaviness on top of me.Inme. The heaviness of a man. Like I need something, but I don’t know how to get it.”

The intensity burning off the glaring man is too much, so I break our stare. Only to find every other eye in the room on me. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness. Some men have their hands down their pants. Others sprout little tents. Then movement and noise in the corner catches my eye.

It’s Moira, bent over with a hand against the wall, dress bunched at her waist. A man grasps her hips and enthusiastically fucks her. His pants are shoved down just enough to expose his tan ass.

I gasp a little in surprise. I’m watching my friend have sex.

“Not in the same room as me,” barks another man, drawing my eye. He turns away, holding up a hand to block any possible peripheral vision of Moira.

He’s the one who locked eyes with me earlier. As I look, he glares my way again.

I frown. He looks angry at me. I look back at Moira as shelets out a high-pitch groan and wiggles away from the man. Without a word, she grabs him by the front of his untucked button-down shirt while he struggles to yank his pants up, dragging him down a hallway.

“Now,” Caleb announces from beside me. “Do we have a bidder?”

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