18 - Fiona
I don't know what the heck kind of party Emily brought me to, but this is just some weird stuff that's going on. I don't like it! Also, I want Daddy to be here. I'd like it then. But Daddy's not here, and I don't know how he could even get in here, so that's kind of out of the question.
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh!
I know I'm supposed to be an adult now that I'm eighteen but I don't want to be that right now. I don't know what I want to be instead, but I want to whine and pout and... and do a lot of other stuff like that.
I'm a good girl for Daddy and Daddy only. I don't have to be a good girl for these people.
I mean, I probably shouldn't throw a tantrum in front of Emily. That could be embarrassing. I don't even know anyone else in here and I'm wearing a mask, so from what I can see it doesn't matter what I do. Except then there's Emily standing right next to me, so...
"Um, Fiona?" she whispers, looking at me sideways.
"Yes, Alice?" I answer, emphasizing her fake name.
"Oh, shoot!" she says, glancing around quick to make sure no one heard her. No one did, so we're good for now. "Sorry, um, Gertrude..."
As soon as she says my fake name, she bursts into a giggle fit. The crowd of college students in front of us starts to cheer, as if this is some planned addition and it's for their benefit. No, it's not! Emily's giggling because we're stupid eighteen year old girls doing stupid silly stuff like coming up with stupid names for this stupid party. I'm not going to admit any of that out loud, I really don't want to admit we're being dumb, but it is what it is, you know?
"Are you girls ready?" the announcer next to us on stage asks.
"Um, no?" I say, raising one eyebrow at him. Do you think that'll work?
"It's for charity," he adds with a grin.
"It is for charity, Gertrude," Emily says. "That makes it good, right?"
Emily, no. No no no. Emily Emily Emily...
So basically this is what's going on, just so you know. Before this, the frat boy up here with us spelled out all the rules.
These are those:
•a) All proceeds go to charity. Yeah!
•b) Bidding will start at twenty dollars and continue until one person is the definite winner. Bidding wars may go on indefinitely. For charity. Yeah!
•c) What's everyone bidding on? Us, apparently. Me and Emily. Separately, though. The winner gets to take the girl he won into the secret mystery room for seven minutes.
•d) Seven minutes. In heaven. That's what this is. You know that game? You go into a closet or something with someone and you do whatever for seven minutes. People make out, or they talk, or they have sex, I guess?
I've never had sex in a closet and I'm not about to start. I mean, if Daddy wants to have sex with me in a closet for some reason, I'm alright with that. I feel like a closet is really small, though. Can it be a big walk-in closet? Also, why a closet? I think the bedroom is fine, or basically any other room.
We've had sex in the bathroom before, and that's really fun, but bathrooms are different. Bathrooms have showers. Closets don't have showers. At least I don't think anyone would put a shower in their closet. I bet Daddy would know the answer to that one. He's very smart, and I know it's a dumb question but if I asked him he wouldn't make fun of me. Daddy loves me.
So anyways, supposedly we're being sold off to go into some room that may or may not be a closet. For charity. Yeah!
Nope. Not buying it. I'm worth a lot. Like... I don't know how much. Hold on.
"Alice, how much do you think we're worth?" I ask her.
"Um, more than twenty dollars, I hope," she says.
"Let's start the bidding at twenty dollars. Do I hear twenty?" the frat announcer asks the crowd.
Someone immediately raises their hand.
"Twenty!" the announcer announces, because that's what announcers do. "Twenty-five?"
"Thirty!" someone shouts, raising their hand.
"Thirty! Do I--yes! Thirty-five. Forty. Forty-five!"
"Looks like we're worth at least fifty dollars," I tell Emily, mumbling under my breath.
"Well, that's for you," she says. "Do you think we're worth the same?"
"We're definitely worth at least the same," I say with a nod. "I mean, really close if nothing else. Like maybe I'm fifty and you're fifty-five or something like that."
"That's it, though?" Emily asks. "What do we do when we go in the room?"
I shrug. "I don't know. I wasn't really planning on doing anything."
"What if the guy who buys you wants to kiss you, though? Are you going to do it? It's only for seven minutes."
"What? No! That's--"
I'm not kissing anyone! Nope! No way!
Also I'm up to seventy-five dollars now. I don't know how I feel about this. Daddy has a lot of money because he owns his own business and I'm pretty sure he'd say I'm worth way more than seventy-five dollars. Like... a lot more. I don't know how much more. That's up to Daddy to decide.
I mean, I know the real answer. I'm priceless! But this is a charity auction and I don't think they accept that as an option.
They should, though. I'm still waiting for someone to bid infinity dollars. All of the dollars, please! Yes, for the girl in the white dress and the red shoes and the boobs that are basically spilling out of the white dress, and...
Oh no. I'm on stage, aren't I? I mean, it's not that far up, but people are looking at us, and we're standing above them, and...
I push my knees together all of a sudden, shy and worried that someone might have been able to peek up my dress. The guys standing closest to the stage laugh, and a bunch of girls standing around the room roll their eyes at me.
"Two-hundred!" someone near the back shouts.
"Brother?" the announcer asks, acting like he's surprised. "Are you sure?"
"For that hot little thing? Fuck yeah, man. That's a bargain."
You're damn fucking right it's a bargain, because I'm priceless, but that doesn't mean you get to bid on me, you... you...
"Two-hundred dollars?" Emily asks, staring at me. "Fi... Gertrude! Holy what the heck!"
"I think it's fine to say holy shit or holy fuck," I tell her. "We're in a frat house. I'm not sure this is like church or going out in public."
"Oh," she says with a nod. "I guess not, but I don't know. I think Daddy would be mad if we started cursing all over the place."
"Probably," I say. And... I'm sorry, Daddy! Not about the cursing. I mean, I'm sorry about that, but...
I don't want to be sold for two-hundred dollars. Or anything. I mean, I guess I'll just go stand in the room and do nothing, but still.
I have to tell Daddy about this, and that's the part I don't like. It's like, yup, I sold myself? It was a charity auction! I didn't have sex. Ugh. I'm not a prostitute, Daddy! And I didn't like doing this. No, I didn't kiss him! I didn't do anything. It was just seven minutes and it was dumb and afterwards I went out and danced with Emily and I didn't even talk to any of the boys there because they aren't my Daddy and I don't like them and...
"Can we do a group bid?" someone asks in the back. "Does she take more than one guy at a time?"
"It's in the rules!" the announcer says, gleeful. "You can all go in the room, but it's up to the girl as far as what she'll do. I will say that most girls are extremely interested, so..."
Nope. Not interested. No thank you.
"Three-hundred," the group of boys who is apparently going to try and go into a room with me says.
"Whoa, that's a new high for the night!" the frat announcer on stage shouts out. "Is this it then? Any more bids?"
"I'm definitely worth a lot more than three-hundred," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
Which... maybe is a bad idea...?
This tube dress is already causing me some cleavage issues. When I cross my hands over my chest, or more specifically under my breasts, I just kind of prop them up on accident and show them off. Totally not my intent, either!
I'm not... I...
"Three-fifty!" the other guy who bid two-hundred earlier says. "We'll go in as a group, too. Looks like that's what she wants."
Noooooooppppppeeeeee!
I glare, or I try to, and I'm just going to quit now. Everytime I do anything that's supposed to look annoyed or frustrated or completely uninterested, these stupid boys keep bidding higher. It's dumb. They're dumb. I'm probably dumb for being here. Why don't we just go home?
I don't like this. I wish Daddy was here with me. I...