Sneak Peak: Auctioned to the Biker

Blurb

She’s mine, only mine.

I will guard her, save her – even if it means, protecting her from members of my own gang.

Yes, we bought her innocence at the auction together,

But one taste of her,

And I realize I’m not ready to share.

I know this is against our rules,

But who cares when rules involve a woman as gorgeous as Jenny.

 

Chapter 1: Jenny

I stand in front of the mirror and look at my own body critically, just like I always do. I have curves in all the right places and my long blonde hair looks wavy and sexy as it falls over my shoulders… I guess I’m quite attractive and men always say that my green eyes have a brilliant brightness which reminds them of emeralds. But if I’m really so attractive, then why am I still a virgin at twenty-two years of age?

I’ve just finished college and am still looking for a steady job. I’m not entirely certain what I want to do with my life yet and, seeing as I have some free time on my hands, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my best friend Stacy Donovan. We often hang out at some of the local nightclubs in Los Angeles, flirting with men and dancing until the early hours. We have long talks and I really enjoy the way we’re able to discuss absolutely anything; although we mostly end up talking about men and all the fantasies we have about them.

Even though I’m still in possession of my hymen, I’m not one of those girls who feverishly cling to their virginity by reason of some kind of oath or religious belief. I’ve simply not met the right man to sleep with yet, that’s it. Stacy says that I compare all the men I meet to my father and that they probably never measure up to his memory… that this is the real reason why I haven’t allowed anyone to do bedroom gymnastics with me yet. Perhaps she’s right; perhaps I do expect the man who’s lucky enough one day to share my bed to be at least comparable to the man my father was. Would that be so wrong? Is it my fault that the guys I meet all seem childish, one-dimensional and boring?

I take out my hairbrush and pass it through my golden locks thoughtfully. My mind starts drifting to the last conversation I’d had with Stacy two nights ago.

“So, I wanted to tell you about this virgin auction they’re having at a secret mansion outside LA on the weekend,” Stacy had said as we opened our third bottle of champagne for the evening.

“A virgin auction?! That sounds… delicious and kind of dangerous! Just exactly what kind of auction is this?” I remember asking.

Stacy continued to tell me all about an auction which is held every couple of months at an undisclosed location outside LA and how a girl who is still a virgin can take part in it. The men bid, so to speak, on the virginity of the girls and the winning bidder gets to have sex with the girl he’d placed the winning bid on… and the girl gets to keep whatever money he’s bid on her.

I can still remember how my heart started beating inside my chest when she told me all about it. I immediately thought that the idea sounded thrilling, but way too ‘out there’ for me to take ever take part in something like that. We started talking about something else and I wouldn’t have given the whole virgin auction thing a second thought, except for the fact that I happened to start wondering just what kind of money the guys normally bid on the girls at the auction.

“By the way, just how high do the bids normally go at one of these auctions?” I asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

“Oh, they normally go up to a couple of hundred thousand dollars,” Stacy said nonchalantly and I thought, at first, that I’d heard her incorrectly.

“You must mean a couple of thousand dollars,” I tried to correct her. She looked at me with a grin and a seductive look and shook her head.

“No, I meant exactly what I said… a couple of hundred thousand dollars!” she laughed and that’s when the idea really started toying with my mind. I started thinking of all the things I could do with that kind of money. Perhaps I wouldn’t have to go and grovel before old men for a job any longer… Perhaps I could start my own business; perhaps even open that magazine I’ve always been dreaming off!

I look at myself again in the mirror and feel satisfied with the appearance of my hair. I pick up my blusher and apply generous amounts of it on my cheeks. Then I add some light blue eye shadow, mascara and then some eye liner to finish off the picture. I smile at myself and feel fairly satisfied with what I see. I’ll never be able to tell whether I’m really as gorgeous as most men say I am, but I do know that this look works for me and all that is left now is for me to choose an outfit for the evening.

But before I can walk over to my closet to start fumbling through my clothes, my eye catches a glimpse of a piece of pink rubber protruding from underneath the panties in my second drawer. Without thinking, I reach over and remove my favorite dildo from its hiding place… well not exactly hiding place, seeing as I keep it there for easy access more than anything else.

I think about it for a second and then realize that it might not be a bad idea to blow off some sexual steam before the evening’s entertainment. I lay back on my bed and slowly pull down my panties. I rub the dildo against my cheek a couple of times, just to get the feel for it. Then I press the switch and it starts vibrating pleasantly in my hand. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slide it down my stomach towards my nether regions which are already beginning to feel moist.

I start off by gently placing the vibrating rubber dildo on my clit and moving it around in small circles… Then, as my breath start panting and the stimulation starts to build up, I slide it down a little further into a position where it slightly parts my wet pussy lips. Like so often before, I’m tempted to thrust it all the way into my own warm depths, but I’m too afraid I might break my own virginity and I just start rubbing the throbbing instrument of pleasure in all directions until my entire body feels like it’s on fire.

“Oh yes… Oh yes!” I moan as the vibrations finally push me over the edge of the rainbow and my entire tire body shudders with an incredible orgasm. I lay there in the aftermath for a moment and almost feel like I could do another round… But then my cell phone starts ringing and I quickly pick up when I see that it’s Stacy.

“Jenny Williams! I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour and if you don’t come over right now we are going to be late!” she exclaims from the other end of the connection.

“Okay, I’ll be over in half an hour… I just showered for a bit longer than I was planning to,” I lie, “but all I have to do now is pick out a suitable outfit and then I’ll catch a taxi cab over to your place right away.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting here for you… but don’t worry too much about picking the right outfit. You’ll have to go up on stage naked at the virgin auction when it’s your turn to be auctioned off!” she says and my heart starts beating wildly inside my rib cage when I realize that I’m really going to do this.

I’m on my way to go and stand naked in front of a group of absolute strangers and auction off my virginity to a group of strange men, one of whom I’ll be having sex with at the end of this very evening.

“Well, it’s not as if any of them is worthy of taking my virginity for free, so they might as well pay me a good money for it,” I think to myself as I slip into my favorite pair of jeans and a comfortable T-shirt. I finish off my preparations by slipping my feet into a pair of silver sandals and then I hurriedly exit my apartment and hail a taxi cab to my best friend’s apartment, from where we shall be leaving together for the secret mansion outside LA and for what promises to be the most exciting evening of my short life thus far.

Chapter 2: Brad

I park my bike outside in the garden and quickly peek into the large fishpond in my driveway. The expensive Koi fish inside it still looks okay and I feel satisfied that my Butler is taking proper care of them. At thirty thousand dollars per Koi fish you can never be too careful.

“Good day Mister Johnson, will you be having dinner with one of your lady friends out in the garden again this evening?” old Rawlins, my trusty Butler, asks as I walk up the steps towards my $8.6 million mansion in Los Angeles.

I think about it for a moment and then realized that I don’t have time for that kind of entertainment today. Me and ten other members of my motorcycle club, the LA Dragons, will be heading towards a mansion somewhere in an undisclosed location outside LA later tonight for some kind of ‘virgin auction’ and, even though I’m not entirely sure what time it will be starting, I want to save up my energy. I could, at a moment’s notice, phone up any number of beautiful actresses or models to come and join me at my place and spend the rest of the evening having sex with them in the master bedroom, but I’m so bored with all of these empty bimbos throwing themselves at my feet that I seriously don’t feel like I have the time, or inclination, to do that kind of thing this evening.

“Hi Rawlins, I don’t think I’ll be having dinner with anyone here tonight and I just want you to give my Harley Davidson a bit of a shine as I will be leaving on it in a couple of hours,” I say and Rawlins nods his head to indicate that he will take care of it.

Before I go inside, I turned around and cast a furtive glance across the premises upon which my mansion is situated. There is a long driveway with tall trees on either side and the garden looks like something out of a fairytale. I spared no expense in making sure that this place is worthy of a man like me; the sole heir to my dad’s multibillion-dollar international chain of luxury hotels. When my dad passed away four years ago, I inherited everything and quickly appointed suitable managers to take care of the business. Even though I’m a very talented entrepreneur myself who has my own well-established motorcycle trading business, I don’t have much of a taste for the international hotel trade and prefer to leave it in the hands of well-trained directors.

I look at my silver Harley Davidson and feel that familiar sensation of excitement welling up inside me. I bought the bike on impulse, right after I inherited all the money, and have never looked back. I started doing some short road trips on it and one day met a nice enough fellow at a roadside bar. His bike looked pretty beat down, but he suggested, rather jokingly, that he and I should start our own motorcycle club. I immediately came up with the name ‘LA Dragons’ and we toasted to the establishment of our own motorcycle club with its proud membership of two. The reason I chose that specific name is that I have swirling tattoos of flames and dragons all over my upper torso and I felt like the name of our motorcycle club should be something I could personally relate to.

Gary McLaughlin, the guy met at the right sidebar, asked me about my Harley Davidson and I told him that I’d just bought the bike on an impulse. He remarked how fortunate I was to be in possession of such a bike and I told him that I would help him get his own Harley. He thought I was joking, but when we met again, a couple of days later, I helped him place an ad for his old bike in the paper and it was sold, at a handy profit, within a couple of hours. Then I loaned him some cash and helped him buy a better bike. It wasn’t a Harley Davidson yet, but we fixed it up and he drove that bike for a while and then we flipped it again, just like we’d done with his first bite. This time he made such significant profit that I only had to loan him another five thousand dollars in order for him to buy his very own Harley Davidson. When he later sold his first Harley, at another handsome profit, Gary repaid me the five thousand dollars loan and bought a top of the range, brand-new Harley Davidson just like mine; paid in full!

We soon went on another road trip and the two of us, both on brand-new Harley Davidson bikes, soon drew massive attention when we stopped at another roadside bar.

“Where do two whippersnappers like you guys get the money to buy brand-new Harley Davidsons?” an aggressive-looking, massive biker with forearms like tree stumps asked as we sat down and ordered a beer. He introduced himself as Ronald Johnson and Gary and I shook his hand and invited him to join us for a drink.

“Brad over here has quite the mind for business and he’s the one who helped me get rid of my old piece of junk and buy the Harley,” Gary said.

Some other bikers heard our discussion and stood closer to listen. Gary told all of the bikers at the bar how I’d helped him get his own Harley and they soon asked if they could also join the LA Dragons motorcycle club. The new bikers were accepted into the club and I soon helped them through the same process to acquire their own bikes of choice. They weren’t all Harley fans, but by getting them to buy some motorcycles, fix them up and sell the bikes again at a profit, they all soon had the rides of their choice and me to thank for it.

Under the circumstances, based on the fact that I’d helped everyone acquire the finances to buy their dream bikes, it was only fair and natural that I was chosen as the leader of the LA Dragons and we soon had a membership of more than twenty. Not only did we quickly gain a reputation as hard riders; we were also revered for our financial prowess and business savvy. Even Ronald Johnson, a guy who never finished seventh grade at school, became a well-respected man around Los Angeles and everyone felt very grateful for the fact that I’d appeared to help them move up the biking ladder so rapidly.

Even though I really enjoy hanging out with my biker friends, there is still a part of my life which I keep just to myself. The only one of my biker friends who has ever been to my mansion is Gary McLaughlin, the first one who joined. He’s my only confidant and he has promised to keep the true reasons behind my wealth a strict secret. Apart from Gary, I often invite women over to my place, but I’ve given up on the idea of finding the ‘perfect woman’ and settling down with her. When you’ve slept with a couple of hundred chicks they all start looking the same and I’ve reached the point where I find it hard to stick around with one girl for longer than one or two days, at most.

Gary is the one who told me about the Virgin auction and the moment I heard about it I felt excited, for some unknown reason. Apparently there’s this secret auction where girls parade naked on stage and everyone can bid on them. This, by itself, would already have intrigued me enough, but to make it even better all of these girls are apparently virgins! Even though I’ve been with loads of women in my time, I’ve only been with two virgins and I know, from experience, that they are the best… there’s just something about that innocence and first-time excitement which makes it an unforgettable experience.

Gary and I, plus nine more of our biker friends from the LA Dragons motorcycle club, will be going to the virgin auction this evening and we have decided to bit, collectively, on the prettiest girl there and have a gang bang with her afterwards.

I take a quick shower, eat a chicken mayonnaise sandwich and wash it down with a cold beer before walking back outside to see if old Rawlins has finished shining my bike. He stands next to my Harley with a broad grin; inviting me to inspect his handiwork. I’m amazed at how someone dressed so neatly in a butler’s outfit can manage to shine a bike so beautifully in such a short space of time, without getting one ounce of dirt or grease on his clothes.

“You really are a magician Rawlins,” I say and hand him a hundred dollar bill. Even though I pay him a handsome salary, I always give Rawlins a tip when he does something nice for me and he bows his head gratefully as he accepts the tip.

“It’s a pleasure sir, I do hope you enjoy your evening and I will see you when you get back.”

“Thank you Rawlins… but don’t wait up for me, I get the feeling this is going to be a long night,” I say with a broad grin and Rawlins nods his head with just a hint of a smile around his mouth corners. He knows me well enough by now to understand that my cryptic words are an indication of the fact that I’m planning to have sex all night long and that I will probably only be back in the early morning hours.

I get on my bike, kick-start it to life and drive away with screeching tires. It feels good to be alive and I can’t wait to see the naked girls at the auction!

When I get to the mansion I’m not surprised to see that the security is pretty tight. The entrance fee is a thousand dollars per person and I guess it’s just to make sure that no lowlifes and scammers gain entry to the place. When I pull up in front of the mansion I see some other expensive bikes standing in a group and I know that my biker friends have already arrived. I walk up the stairs and two massive looking bouncers frisk me for weapons before I’m allowed inside. I’m introduced to a very professional looking accountant who requests that I go onto the Internet and show him my actual bank balance. Only when he is satisfied that there is more than a million dollars available in my account am I given a white paddle with a number on it, which the accountant explains is what I should use to do my bidding with.

“When you want to place a bid just shove your paddle in the air and shout out the amount you want to bid,” the accountant says and I nod my head to indicate that I understand.

Finally, I get to walk over to Gary, Ronald and my other biker friends who are waiting. They’ve found a nice spot, right in front of the stage, and I feel the excitement pumping through my veins as we wait for the auction to begin.

An announcer walks on stage and I can tell that this is going to be all business. He doesn’t make a long speech and simply explains how the auction is going to work. First of all, the girls will all appear on stage as a group whilst they are all still dressed. Then they will leave the stage and each girl will come back, but this time fully naked. That’s when the bidding will begin.

“Now make sure to take a good look at all the girls when they come onto the stage as a group,” I say, “we have to decide beforehand which girl we want to bid on and then work as a team when the bidding on her starts.”

“Cool mate, I got it!” Gary says and Ronald nods his head excitedly.

The next minute seven gorgeous girls walk onto the stage and I’m absolutely stunned at their appearance. I’m not entirely certain what I expected, but I certainly wasn’t ready for this. All of these girls look as if they could be beauty queens in their own right and there’s a perfect example on stage of every kind of girl you can imagine. One of the girls is a sultry, dark-haired beauty with deep blue eyes; another one is a redhead with incredibly picked it’s like watermelons; yet another one a studious looking, busty secretary type and as I go from one girl to the next I realize that these girls are all perfect 10’s… no question about it.

But there’s one in particular which, even amongst all of the other beauties, stands out for me. She has wavy blonde hair and impossibly green eyes… That’s what I notice first. I know I’m here to bid on a girl’s body, but this girl is so beautiful that I forget, just for a moment, that I’m going to offer money for her virginity… Because my mind’s made up; this is the one I want to bid on.

“I don’t know about you guys but that blonde with the green eyes is definitely my favorite,” I say immediately.

“Man, I was just gonna say the same thing!” Gary says.

“Yeah mate, she looks like a blonde tiger or something,” Ronald says and even though I don’t exactly understand his comparison I still think that she does look a little bit like a tiger… like she’d be able to tear you to shreds with her sexuality. The rest of our group of eleven horny bikers quickly agree that this is the goal we should be bidding on.

All of the girls file off the stage and a minute later the sultry, dark-haired beauty returns… totally naked!

“Motherfucker!” Ronald exclaims and I feel that his remark is totally appropriate. The girl is even more beautiful naked than she was with her clothes on and, even though we’ve already agreed that we are all going to bid on the blonde tigress, I have to concentrate real hard not to shove my little paddle into the air when the bidding begins.

Chapter 3: Jenny

When the taxi cab drops us off in front of the mansion Stacy and I are immediately treated like royalty. A very suave looking gentleman walks up and leads us inside, past the two large bouncers at the door.

“Just make yourself comfortable and I will quickly help you to do the paperwork… which one of you will be taking part in the auction?” the gentleman asks and looks at both Stacy and I with a quizzical expression. Stacy is a beautiful brunette with an hourglass figure and I guess the gentleman imagines that either one of us would reach a handy price at the auction.

“I’m the one who is here to auction off my virginity,” I say with a smile and the gentleman smiles right back at me.

“Okay, you sound like you’re in good spirits and that’s a good thing. Can you just please give me your ID so I can make a copy of it and enter your details on the auction papers?” He says and I quickly oblige. He takes my ID and comes back with it a minute later with some papers for me to sign. I sign in all the places with a black pen and then we’re all set. The gentleman shows us over to the stage and indicates that we may sit down on a row of chairs, next to some other gorgeous looking girls. I can’t believe just how beautiful all of these girls are and I suddenly hope that I can measure up to their appearance.

“They are all gorgeous… are you sure I’m in the right place?” I say jokingly to Stacy.

“Oh come on, this is no time to be modest. You totally are the most beautiful girl here and you’re going to be fine,” Stacy says with a smile.

Someone goes on stage and explains how the bidding will work, but I don’t really listen to what he’s saying. My heart is beating like a train on the track and I suddenly feel very nervous. What if no one bids on me? What if they bid a ridiculously low amount? What if I don’t have the guts to go through with it?

Before I get an opportunity to attempt to answer all of these questions that suddenly race through my mind, someone beckons to all of the girls taking part in the virgin auction and leads us up onto the stage, still dressed. I look out in front of me once I’m on the stage and am stunned at the number of hungry male faces I see. I was expecting only maybe fifty men, but the entire room is filled with a large male crowd. I’m not great at estimating numbers, but there must be more than two hundred people here!

I feel like I’m moving in a dream and it’s not altogether unpleasant. It’s almost as if I’m taking part in a beauty pageant and I love the way all of the men cheer and whistle as we stand there in front of them on the stage. Then we walk off again in single line and I watch the first girl getting undressed. She has perky breasts with an absolutely gorgeous body and she looks like some kind of dark, Brazilian beauty. When she walks onto the stage naked then the whole place erupts with loud cheers and it’s not long before the bidding starts.

“Fifty thousand… I’ve got fifty thousand… Now who’s going to give me eighty thousand for this beautiful girl? Come on guys, just look at her! Hundred thousand dollars? Thank you!… I’ve got a hundred thousand! Now who’s going to offer me hundred and fifty thousand?”

When the bid is finally awarded to some guy for three hundred thousand dollars I can’t believe my ears. Three hundred thousand dollars! For one night of sex! I suddenly feel as if this could be the evening when all of my dreams come true… as if this might actually be a good thing. I know that I’m going to go through with it, no matter what. There is no turning around now and if I can just get half of what the first girl got I will be extremely happy.

I’m sitting fourth in the row of girls and before I know it my turn has come. I quickly get undressed before I can change my mind and then walk up onto the stage in a dream state. I’m vaguely aware of the fact that everyone is cheering very loudly and I start moving around on the stage to show off my naked body. Then, very slowly but surely, I come out of my shell and start enjoying the way I’m able to control the entire room with my naked body.

“Now, let me introduce you to Jenny! This blonde bombshell will blow your mind and if you’re already I will start the bidding!” the auctioneer shouts through his microphone.

When the bidding starts it quickly goes up to a hundred thousand and I love the way the auctioneer doesn’t have to wait long before it’s raised to one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The men are all in a rush to place their bets and very soon the amount is a hundred and eighty thousand dollars… One hundred and eighty thousand dollars! I suddenly realized that I’m going to be okay… That the men are actually going to bit a decent amount on me and that I’m not going to feel like I’ve been rejected.

“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Who is going to give me two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for this beautiful, buxom blonde?” the auctioneer shouts and he doesn’t have to wait long, “Thank you! I’ve got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars… Now who is going to give me three hundred thousand?!”

“Four hundred thousand dollars!” a very smart looking, elderly gentlemen in the front row shouts and sticks his paddle high up in the air. But before I can really register the fact that someone has just bid four hundred thousand dollars on my virginity, I see him. He’s also standing in the front row and he looks like some kind of surfer… or perhaps he could be a pro athlete… or perhaps a football player. He’s got strawberry blonde hair and a naughty grin which makes him look boyish and extremely attractive. He’s wearing a tight T-shirt and I can see some swirling tattoos on the muscular parts of his upper body which is not covered by the T-shirt. I suddenly know that I want him and that I want him to bid on me. I want him to prove to me that he considers me to be the most beautiful girl in the world and I look straight at him before maneuvering my naked body in some really suggestive, circular movements.

“Five hundred thousand dollars! I’ve got five hundred thousand dollars!” the auctioneer shouts excitedly. I look at the strawberry blonde bunk and he looks straight at me… Just for a moment, I think that he’s not all that interested in me… But then he shoves his little paddle all the way up into the air.

“Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” he calls out and for a moment the entire place goes absolutely silent. It’s as if no one can believe that he’s just raised the bit to three quarters of a million dollars. I wonder if I’ve heard him correctly… perhaps it was just my imagination and perhaps he hasn’t really placed a bid on me… but then the auctioneer shouts out, “Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars! I’ve got seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Going once, going twice… Sold to the gentleman in the front row for seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars!”

The entire place erupts with applause and I am led off the stage. Stacy runs over and gives me a big hug.

“You’ve just sold your virginity for seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Just think what you can do with all the money!” Stacy says and we dance around excited.

“Will you wait around for me until I’ve given the man his due reward for his winning bid?” I ask and Stacy nods her head excitedly.

“Yes! Don’t worry, I’ll wait around for as long as it takes and then we can go and celebrate!”

Someone taps me on my shoulder and when I turn around it’s the blonde hunk… and ten other mean -looking guys.

“Hi, my name is Brad and I believe I’ve just paid seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars for a night of pleasure with you… as did all of my friends over here,” he says with a smile and kisses the back of my hand just like a French gentleman would do at a fancy Royal dance.

“Congratulations on placing your bid… But what do you mean when you say your friends over here on the same as you?” I asked, slightly perplexed.

“The rules of the auction make it clear that bidding as part of a group is also allowed… and all eleven of us have bid on you as a group, which means that we all want to share an evening of fun with you.”

“Hi there gentleman, is there any problem here?” the organizer of the event says when he sees me talking to the blonde bunk.

“No, there’s no problem,” I say quickly, “these men have placed the winning bid on me as a group and I’m happy to go with them.” Everyone looks at me and I flash them all a big smile. I suddenly feel adventurous and the thought of having a large gangbang with eleven guys, including the blonde hunk, has got my juices flowing energetically through my body.

“Great! I’ll leave you all to sort out the details then,” the organizer says in a happy tone of voice and turns around and walks away.

“Well, they have some rooms upstairs, so if you don’t mind to join me and my friends we can get started right away,” Brad says and I nod my head. We all walk away to the bottom of a large, swirling staircase and then we start ascending it. It almost feels as if I’m walking up a stairway to heaven and when we get to the top I see a long corridor with lots of doors.

“I do believe they’ve made available the honeymoon suite for us,” Brad says and leads me over to a room right at the end of the corridor. He turns the handle and the door swings open to reveal a massive king-size bed in the middle of a room which is very luxuriously decorated with golden fittings and a crystal chandelier hanging from the roof.

“Seeing as you’re already naked, I guess we should get rid of our clothes too,” Brad says and rips off his T-shirt. I get an opportunity to see the full picture of the tattoos on his chest and draw in a sharp, excited breath. He has large dragons and balls of fire tattooed all over his muscular forearms and pectoral muscles. He has a six pack of abs which ripple like the surface of a river in the moonlight and when he pulls down his pants his massive cock jumps to attention like a soldier on parade. He’s at least nine inches long… perhaps even longer, and his cock looks like some kind of medieval menace, waiting to invade my defenseless body.

Brad walks forward and takes me in his arms. The rest of the men are also naked by now and they also walk up and start exploring each secret inch of my naked body with their hungry fingers. They are surprisingly gentle and I decide to let go of myself absolutely… I reach down and start stroking Brad’s cock with my left hand whilst feeling around for another dick to fill the empty cavity of my right hand.

I get the feeling that this is going to be a very long night. One of the men bends down in front of me and starts licking my pussy. I love the feel of his wet tongue on my clit and start jerking the cock in my right hand with firm strokes. Brad leans over and kisses me intimately, as if there is no one else around us and it’s almost as if there is a moment between the two of us… Then I start moving my hand up and down his massive shaft and can feel his entire body reacting to my touch. The rest of the men become more forceful now and they all press their erect cocks against my body.

One of the guys picks me up and carries me over to the bed. I let go of the two cocks briefly so I can make myself comfortable in the king-size bed while all of the guys position themselves around me. But my hands are not empty for long, as I soon find two new cocks to play with. The guy who was licking me earlier positions himself between my legs and sticks his tongue all the way inside my pussy. Two other guys rub their cocks in my face and I start sucking on them both; alternating between the two.

I must have been very successful in the way I sucked the one guy who has his cock in my face, as his dick suddenly starts jerking and explodes with warm jets of hot sperm all over my lips. I lick it all up and this drives the rest of the guys absolutely mad with desire. Someone soon takes his place and it feels as if my entire body is being invaded by an army of hungry, horny warriors. I feel wet tongues licking me all over; hands squeezing my breasts and more tongues licking my nipples… not to mention hands and mouths all over my pussy and upper legs. One guy even starts sucking my toes and it isn’t long before the first man positioned himself on top of me and holds his cock ready to finally enter me… to end my virginity and open the floodgates of pleasure.

I look up and I’m delighted to see that it’s Brad… he’s going to be the one to do it… the first man to ever take me and as he lowers his hips slowly as I draw in a sharp breath of expectation. I’m extremely wet, so his cock slides in easily and when it makes contact with my hymen he pushes through it effortlessly. I feel a sharp pain, but it’s not as bad as I’d expected it was going to be and I love the way his massive manhood fills me up all the way… I experience a little bit of discomfort as he starts rocking his powerful hips up and down, but soon all I feel is pleasure… it comes in waves, like the waves of an ocean and I feel myself floating away as he starts to fuck me with expert thrusts of his entire body. I can tell that this is definitely not the first time he’s ever done this and I love the way our bodies move in unison whilst I keep jerking the other cocks around me and even suck on a couple at the same time.

One more guy explodes all over my face and another one cums all over my stomach as I jerk him with my right hand. Brad keeps fucking me and the entire experience becomes so erotic that I almost lose total control of myself. I feel my excitement rising and rising… rising ever higher, until I feel myself going right over the edge and my entire body jerks in pleasurable spasms as I reach my first climax. Brad keeps fucking me and soon I can feel myself rising again… building up again to another mountain peak and I realize that it won’t be long before Brad takes me over the edge one more time. When he finally starts rocking his hips faster and faster in a feeding frenzy of sensual pleasure I sense that he’s getting close and I respond with my own powerful thrusts, just to help him get there. Brad throws back his head and the next moment I feel his hot, warm cum splashing inside me; spurting all the way into me with such force that it feels as if he’s setting my entire body on fire.

“Ah!” he exclaims and I start moaning loudly myself. My body explodes with an incredible orgasm of my own and it feels as if my soul has been freed from its cage after centuries of imprisonment… as if I’m truly free for the very first time to experience the pleasures which have been hidden from me. This is so much better than my favorite dildo and I know that I’ll never be satisfied with simple masturbation again after this.

Brad gets up from on top of me and then the next guy takes his place. He’s a massive looking biker and he starts fucking me with reckless abandon. I love the way he takes hold of me like a wild animal and moan loudly as he drives his big cock into me with powerful force. He soon pulls out his dick and jerks it feverishly; coming all over my entire body which is already wet with the sperm of many other cocks. Everyone takes a turn fucking me and I lose count of all the times I climax myself.

Just when I think this cannot get any better, one of the guys produces a pair of handcuffs and secures my wrists against the railing of the bed after he’d turned me around, so that my ass is sticking up in the air. I hang on for dear life as someone enters me from behind and starts fucking me doggy style. I love the way all control has been taken from me… I am now an object of pure pleasure and the only reason for my existence is to please all of these hungry men who keep taking turns fucking me from behind.

My entire body has become a bonfire of pleasure and I moan unashamedly as they keep fucking me… keep taking me and possessing me with their strength and raw, masculine sexuality. When they finally loosen my wrists I feel like a tigress, freed from her cage, and I go down on my knees beside the bed. All of the guys stand closer and I start sucking them in turn; spending enough time on each man to get them all really hard. I feel like a goddess… I am in control of these proceedings now and I love the way all of them look at me with hungry, pleading eyes as they wait for their turn to be sucked. It’s not long before the first one reaches a climax and shoots his load all over my naked body. This drives the rest of them so mad with desire that they soon all drench me in their hot, warm cum and when they’re all done we each fall down somewhere in the room just to take a rest. But it doesn’t last long before one of them walks up to me with an erect cock and then it all starts all over again.

When all of the men are finely spent and no one has the strength left to fuck me one more time, I look through the window and see that the first rays of the morning sun are already breaking through the tree line.

“Wow! It’s morning already… I guess it’s time to call this a night,” Brad says with a smile and we all burst out laughing. His words seem to be the perfect ending to an incredible night of passion and when all the men have finally fled out of the room I go over to the bathroom and take a long, hot shower. The warm water drenches my body like drops of Jupiter from the gods and, even though I’ve just spent the entire evening fucking, I feel as if I’m totally alive and ready to do it again!

I get out from underneath the shower, towel off and then get dressed. I take one last look around the room where I’ve just lost my innocence and then it strikes me like a hammer against the forehead… I’m seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars richer than I was yesterday!

I rush downstairs to go and collect my money so that Stacy and I can go out and celebrate.

The first person I meet when I get downstairs is the organizer of the event. He looks rather tired and walks up to me with a satisfied grin on his face.

“Those guys have all just left and they seemed really happy with the good time you gave them,” he says, “They’ve also finished transferring the funds into your account and I’m happy to tell you that you’re now seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars richer!”

“Woohoo!” I exclaimed and Stacy runs up to give me an excited hug. I can see that she’s quite tired and I truly appreciate the fact that she’s been waiting up all night for me.

“I’m so proud of you!” she says and smiles from ear to ear, “now let’s go out and celebrate!”

Chapter 4: Brad

I’ve had a lot of my sex time and I’ve even had a couple of threesomes, but nothing can ever compare to the time I’ve just spent with this girl!

The funny thing about this is that I don’t think of what we’ve just done as some kind of meaningless gang bang… it’s more like Jenny has given herself to me and my friends as some kind of magnanimous gesture and I feel as if the entire experience has brought us all closer together.

I watch as all of my friends leave the mansion, but I’m not quite ready to go just yet. The organizer has made sure that we transfer the full amount of seven and fifty thousand dollars to Jenny’s bank account before he allows us to leave, but I tell the bouncers that I need to sit down for just a moment to take a rest before I’ll be ready to go. They nod their heads and allow me to sit down on a leather couch in the room where the auction was held last night. The real reason why I’m sitting here is that I want to speak to Jenny… see if I can get her to give me her phone number. I know that it’s slightly awkward to try and make some connection with her after fucking her with ten more of my friends, but there’s just something about her which makes me feel like I want to get to know her or at least see her again sometime.

I finally see her coming down the stairs, but she doesn’t see me. She walks over to the organizer and then he leads her and her friend away somewhere. I think to myself that they’re probably just going to do some paperwork or something, so I stay seated and wait for her on the leather couch. When I don’t see Jenny and her friend appearing again I finally get up to go and see where they’ve disappeared to.

I run into the organizer and realize that I cannot exactly ask him where Jenny’s gone to. The rules of the auction state very clearly that the girls have absolutely no obligation afterwards towards the guy who places the winning bid on any particular girl.

“Can I help you with something sir?” the organizer asks and I shake my head.

“No, I guess I’ve just lost my way in this massive mansion of yours,” I say with a smile.

“Okay, no problem. Let me show you where the front door is,” he says and points me in the right direction. Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a taxi pulling away from behind the mansion and I recognize Jenny’s wild blonde hair in the back seat immediately. It appears that the taxi has picked her and a friend up from behind the mansion and, before I can do anything, they are gone.

“I do hope that you’ve had a wonderful time with us tonight and perhaps we’ll see you again sometime in the future,” the organizer says and I nod my head before exiting the mansion from the front . I quickly run over to my bike, get on it and kickstart it to life. As far as I can tell, there’s only one road leading away from the mansion and perhaps I can still catch up with the taxi. I start racing down the winding road, but try as I might, I’m unable to locate the taxi with the incredibly sexy blond girl on the back seat… the girl who’s just fucked me and ten of my friends so good that we’ll probably never be able to get the experience out of our minds again for the rest of our lives.

I decide to go back to my own place to get some sleep and smile at my trusty butler as he lets me in. He knows better than to ask about the details of where I’ve been and I like it that way. I don’t even have the strength to take a shower and just fall on top of my bed, totally exhausted. Jenny has truly fucked the life out of me and I quickly fall asleep.

The moment I drift off, I immediately have a very vivid dream and I’m not too surprised to find that it’s about Jenny. I dream that she and I are back at the mansion, but this time none of my biker friends are with us. We are back in the same room where we just spent the night having a wild sex orgy, but this time the atmosphere is very different… There is soft music playing in the background and the lights are on dim. I take her into my arms and we start dancing. For some reason, the simple act of dancing with Jenny in my dream is almost more erotic than the entire night of sex I’d just had with her.

I wake up in cold sweat and sit up straight in my bed. It’s still light outside and I realize that my physical condition is almost like that of a man experiencing jet lag. Even though it’s roughly 3 o’clock in the afternoon, I feel as if it should be the middle of the night. I decide that there’s no point in sleeping anymore, as I’ll probably end up having a sleepless night if I spend too much time sleeping during the day.

I go downstairs and make myself a strong cup of coffee. I still feel tired, but the coffee quickly injects some adrenaline into my system. I walk around aimlessly, pacing through the room like a caged animal… wondering how on earth I can get a hold of Jenny. I was hoping that a bit of sleep would wipe my mind clean and help me get rid of the thought of her, but it has done exactly the opposite. She’s now first and foremost in my mind and I cannot get rid of the incredible sense of belonging I’d experienced whilst dreaming of her.

I realize, right away, that this is not going to just blow over. I’ve got a bad thing for her and I’m going to have to find her. The only problem is that I’m not much of a private investigator myself and I have no idea how to locate the person like Jenny. I have no idea where she lives and I don’t even know what her last name is.

“I’m sorry to disturb you sir, but Gary is here to see you,” my butler announces and lets my best friend in.

“Man, was that some night!” Gary says and I can see that it will take a very long time before that smile disappears from his face.

“It sure was, I’ve just woken up after taking a bit of a nap and I’m still feeling tired,” I say.

“Well, I’m glad to see that you’re still alive and me and the rest of the guys were thinking about taking a long road trip tomorrow. Was wondering if you’d be up to join us?”

“That sounds great Gary, but I need to spend time with a special lady friend of mine and I really have some things I need to take care of here at home, so I think you guys should just take the trip without me,” I say, thinking that I’d rather spend the next couple of days looking for Jenny than going out on the road with my motorcycle club. This, in itself, is a very clear indication that the girl has truly taken hold of my mind. Normally, there’s nothing I like more than going out on the road with my mates and just eating up the miles on my Harley.

Gary looks slightly disappointed, especially about the fact that I seem to be more interested in spending time with some woman than with my biker friends, but he leaves eventually after I promise that I will be joining him and the rest of the guys again on the next road trip.

As soon as he walks out the door, I sit down and pour myself another cup of black coffee. I throw it back in one gulp and enjoy the way it splashes around the inside of my stomach. I feel slightly guilty that I’m letting my brothers in the LA Dragon’s down for the sake of this thing I feel for Jenny, but I realize that I’m going to be no good to them anyway if my mind’s in a different place all the time while we are out on the road.

I think about it some more and then realize that the best place for me to start looking is at the mansion, where I met Jenny for the first time. I know it’s going to be slightly awkward and I’m not entirely certain that the organizer of the event, who also seems to be the owner of the mansion, will be all that helpful. I can understand why they have such strict rules at these auctions where they sell off virgins… after all, you don’t want the girls to be harassed by anyone afterwards and this is probably also why Jenny was allowed to leave by the back door so no one could follow her. But I’ve been rich for long enough to know that little bit of cash can sometimes go a long way and I quickly stuff a couple of hundred dollar bills into my pocket. Thinking that it might not be enough, I take out a big wad of bills from a drawer and quickly give it a rough count. There is more than fifty thousand dollars there and I feel fairly certain that it will do the trick of greasing the organizer’s hand palms a bit to get his cooperation.

I go outside, get on my Harley and hit the road. I realize that I’m still dressed in the exact same clothes I’d been wearing the previous day, but I couldn’t give a damn. I’m not going to some fancy function and if the owner thinks I smell funny or something I’ll just add another thousand dollars to my bribe.

When I pull up in front of the gates which separates the main road from the mansion I don’t see anyone there and I have to press a button on the intercom and wait.

“Good day, are you here to do a delivery?” someone who is obviously a servant, asks.

“No, I’ve just come to see the owner so can you please let me in,” I say.

“Can you please state your business, sir?” the servant replies and I nearly lose my temper.

“Let me put it this way, if you don’t open up this goddamned gate right now I will kick it open! I have some urgent business to discuss with the owner of this mansion and I suggest you open this gate immediately!”

There is a moment of silence and I wonder if I’ve overplayed my hand. But then the gates slowly swing open and I opened the throttle to drive up to the front of the mansion.

“Ah, you’re back again. Could you please explain why you found it necessary to address my servant that way?” the owner asks from his position at the top of the stairs. I can see that he is slightly irritated.

“I apologize for losing my temper,” I say, “I just really need some information about that girl I met here last night… Jenny?”

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to give you any of that information. As you know, we are pretty strict about that kind of thing. Was it not explained to you before the auction last night?”

I walked up to the man and hand him half of the money I brought. I know that he’s probably very rich in his own right, but cash is cash and I can see that my gesture makes quite an impression on him.

“I really don’t want you to do anything illegal or against the rules, but I just liked that girl a lot and I want to take her out for dinner sometime. Do you think you could perhaps tell me where to get a hold of her… give me her number or something like that?”

The man looks at me for a moment and I can tell that he’s caught between two thoughts. On the one hand, he probably doesn’t want to jeopardize the nice business he has with these auctions. I mean, there must’ve been more than two hundred men at his mansion the previous evening and, at a thousand dollars per head entrance fee, that amounts to a nice two hundred thousand dollars for the evening, all payable to him in cash. On the other hand, I just handed him roughly 25,000 dollars and is difficult for him to walk away from that kind of bonus amount of cash. I decide to make my final play and take out the rest of the money from my pocket.

“Perhaps this will help you to make a final decision,” I say and hand him the rest of the money. He stands there with roughly 50,000 dollars in cash in his hands and I know that we’ve got a winner. He looks at me and then gestures to me that I should follow him inside.

“I’m only doing this because you’re obviously a gentleman… Please don’t mention to anyone that I gave you any information,” he says and I quickly indicate that I will keep his assistance to me strictly confidential. We walk over to his office and he pulls out a file with some documents in it.

“I’m going to give you the only information that I can possibly share with you, as the details of her bank account and so on is definitely off the table,” he says.

“I totally understand, whatever information you can give me will be appreciated,” I say and looked at him expectantly.

“Well, her surname is Williams… Jenny Williams, and that’s all I can tell you.”

“Thank you, that helps a lot and I truly appreciate you helping me with this!” I say and my heart starts beating excitedly inside my chest. I quickly leave the mansion and drive out the gates as fast as I can. Now that I know her name I feel confident that it won’t be too long before I physically locate her.

“Jenny Williams get ready, here I come!” I shout as I drive back to my own place with the wind whistling past me on my Harley Davidson.

I get home and rush inside. The first thing I do is to grab a local telephone directory and I start looking for the name ‘Jenny Williams’. My heart sinks when I discover that there are seventeen people by the name of ‘Jenny Williams’ listed for my area. What’s more, when I start dialing the numbers many of them no longer exist. I take a look at the front cover of the telephone directory and realize that it’s more than 10 years old. Having spent the last couple of years on the road, I haven’t really had time to do stuff like getting the latest telephone directory. Most of these things are now digital anyway and I’m struck by the thought that I might have better success if I just go onto the Internet and look her up there.

I open up my laptop, find the Google search page and type in ‘Jenny Williams’. But this search yields even less than my telephone directory efforts, as there are thousands upon thousands of internet pages with the name ‘Jenny Williams’ on it. Not only is it a very common name, it also seems there are many characters in books and novels bearing the name ‘Jenny Williams’.

“Dammit!” I exclaim and slam my laptop shut. I rack my brains for a possible solution to my predicament and then it strikes me… Facebook!

I quickly open up my laptop again and find my Facebook profile. I haven’t been on it for ages, so it takes me a while before I remember the password. When I finally get onto my homepage I quickly type ‘Jenny Williams’ in the search box. The results are fairly similar to what I got on the Internet… There are so many profiles bearing the name ‘Jenny Williams’ that I quickly realize it’s going to be an impossible task to check all of them. Not only are there too many profiles to check, many of the profiles don’t have a picture of a face and I’m never going to know when I’m actually looking at the profile of the ‘Jenny Williams’ I’m looking for.

I walk over to the kitchen and make a massive pot of fresh coffee. I’m not about to give up and, even if it takes me the rest of the weekend and twenty pots of black coffee, I’m going to figure out a way to find her!

Chapter 5: Jenny

I’m so excited when the taxi drops Stacy and me off in front of her apartment that I can barely contain myself. We run inside and go on to my Internet banking base just to make sure the whole thing is actually real. I login and there it is again… My balance is now seven hundred and fifty-two thousand dollars. The other two thousand dollars was all I had in my account before last night and now I am rich!

“You know, until I saw my bank balance going over seven and fifty thousand dollars I thought the whole thing might just be a hoax,” I say with a happy grin and Stacy dances around her apartment like little kid who’s just got the bike for Christmas.

“It’s absolutely unbelievable! I want you to tell me each and every single little detail of what happened last night,” Stacy says and sits down in front of me with a very expectant look on her pretty face. I look at her and suddenly feel incredibly grateful to who is my best friend. If it wasn’t for her I would never even have known about the Virgin auction.

“I promise you I’m going to tell you everything that happened… but right now I’m beginning to feel a bit tired,” I said, and really meant it. I guess the act of fucking eleven bikers all night has finally gotten to me and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it over to my own apartment before I fall asleep.

“You know what? I’m also feeling tired and I don’t want to miss a single thing when you finally tell me all about it, so I think we should both take a little nap right now,” Stacy says and I immediately fall down on my back on her comfortable couch. Stacy drops down on the opposite end of the same couch and drags a blanket over the both of us. She always keeps a blanket nearby, as she spends most of her evenings on the couch, watching TV. It doesn’t take long before I drifted off to dreamland and, not surprisingly, I fall into such a deep sleep that I don’t even remember what I dreamed when I wake up later that same day.

“Man, I really enjoyed that little nap,” Stacy says and rubs her eyes as she sits up straight on the couch after waking up a couple of minutes after me.

“I guess it’s time I told you all about the juicy details of what I did with those bikers upstairs in the mansion last night,” I say with a naughty grin, “but I’ve been thinking about it and I believe the two of us deserve to treat ourselves a little tonight!”

“That sounds great… What exactly is it that you have in mind?” Stacy asks. I look at her for a moment and then make up my mind.

“You and I are going to go to the most expensive restaurant in Los Angeles and have ourselves a real stylish time!” I shout excitedly and then both of us jump to our feet and embrace to start off the evening’s celebrations. We both go to Stacy’s room and she borrows me one of her outfits, a trendy little red number and silver sandals to go with it. I look in the mirror and realize I haven’t even taken off my earrings. They actually go quite nicely with the outfit, so I keep them on and splash some quick makeup on my face. That said, I don’t think we need to spend any more time making ourselves pretty,” I say and Stacy nods her head in quick agreement.

“Okay, I’m ready to go!” She says and the next moment we are on our way to ‘Les Mans’, the most expensive French restaurant in Los Angeles. We take a taxi and I give the guy a twenty dollar tip as we get out. Stacy just smiles at my extravagance and we bounce inside the restaurant and find ourselves a beautiful table near the window.

“Good evening Madame,” a fancy French waiter says with a sexy French accent as he hands us each a menu, “Can I get you anything to drink and some tasty hors d’oeuvres to start the evening?”

“Yes thank you,” I say in my most modest voice, “We will take the most expensive champagne you have and after that we’ll decide what we want to have for hors d’oeuvres.” My pronunciation of the French word is so funny that Stacy bursts out laughing and I cannot contain myself either, so I laugh out loud with her.

“Oui Madame, I will bring you our best bottle of Moët et Chandon French champagne,” the waiter says with just the hint of a smile around his mouth corners and makes a little bow before turning around to go and fetch our drinks. Stacy looks on the drinks menu and her eyes open wide when she sees the price of the bottle of champagne. Next line “Good Lord! That bottle of champagne you just ordered goes for two hundred and sixty dollars a bottle,” she whispers in a low, conspiratorial voice. At first, I feel slightly shocked to hear this news, but then I realize that I have seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars in the bank and I find all of the stress draining out of my body.

“In that case, I think we should order two bottles!” I say and we both burst out laughing again. The waiter returns with the champagne and pours us each a glass. I take a little sip and love the way the bubbles seem to dance around on my tongue. The champagne is slightly more bitter than I expected, but I soon realize why it is so expensive… it leaves a beautiful aftertaste on my tongue and I can’t wait to take another sip.

“Don’t you just love the way it seems to set your belly on fire?” Stacy says and I can tell that she has also fallen in love with the expensive champagne. When the waiter returns we decide to try out the is escargot, a fancy French name for snails.

“Eww, do you really think we’ll be able to eat that?” Stacy says when I explain to her what we are about to eat.

“Don’t worry, if you don’t like it you can spit it out again,” I say and Stacy pulls a sour face. A moment later the waiter returns and the snails actually look a lot more palatable than it sounds when you think about what you are eating. They swim around in a little butter source and we each get a small little fork with which we each dig out a single snail.

“On three!” I say and count to three. We both put the snails in our mouths and, to my shock and surprise, it’s absolutely delicious! It has a buttery, garlicky taste and it simply melts away on my tongue like some kind of heavenly angel’s food.

“Hmmm, this is absolutely gorgeous,” Stacy says and closes her eyes as she puts another snail in her mouth. We sit there and enjoy our starters, washing it down with copious amounts of expensive French champagne. It feels really good to have money to spoil ourselves for a change and I find myself thinking back to all those evenings when Stacy and I used to sit in her apartment, eating two-minute noodles and drinking Kool-Aid because we didn’t have money for anything better.

“You know me and I’ve never been a snob, but after tasting this I can totally understand why people spend thousands of dollars for dinner at these restaurants,” Stacy says and I am in perfect agreement with her. The good life tastes really great and I know that I never want to be poor again… ever.

“Are you ready to order your entrées?” the friendly French waiter asks and I and shake my head, almost violently.

“No! We plan on staying here all night and it’s way too soon for us to have the main course,” I say and the waiter nods his head.

“What I’d really like to try is an oyster or two… If you don’t mind?” Stacy says and looks at me, almost feeding.

“Tonight, Stacy my dear, you can have all the oysters in this restaurant if that is your heart’s desire,” I say and the waiter inclines his head slightly before disappearing to go and fetch us each a couple of oysters.

“I almost feel like I’d like to try each and every single thing on the menu,” Stacy says with a grin and I totally agree with her. We end up trying to more starters; one which consists of fried mushrooms with pepper and cream and another one which is basically some kind of raw meat mixed with spicy herbs. It all tastes like heaven and I find myself wondering if I’ll ever have any room left for the main course after all of this. Stacy and I each have some more of the champagne and when I look at the bottle I realize that it’s nearly empty. I quickly order us another bottle of the same heavenly liquid and it’s not long before Stacy and I are slightly pissed.

“I propose a toast to the Virginia auction!” I say excitedly and Stacy laughs out loud.

“Don’t you mean the virgin auction?” she laughs.

“Yes… whatever, I propose a toast to it” I say and drain my glass.

“Now that your tongue is well oiled, dear girlfriend, I want you to tell me each and every juicy little detail of the unspeakable things you and those eleven bikers did to one another up in the bedroom at the mansion last night,” Stacy says and leans forward with great expectation.

I proceed to tell her everything we did and I leave out absolutely nothing. Stacy listens with bated breath and I can tell that she’s getting hot as I tell her how I sucked off all the bikers and allowed them to shoot their come all over my naked body. When I tell her how they each took turns fucking me while I was handcuffed to the bed railing, it looks as if she’s close to experiencing an orgasm of her own.

“Okay stop… you’re getting me so hot that I’m going to slide right off this chair if you carry on any further,” Stacy says after about half an hour and I sit back in my chair with great satisfaction.

“Great! My job here is done and I hope that I have now got you so horny that you won’t be able to concentrate for the rest of the evening.”

“I wouldn’t say that I was in much of a condition to keep my concentration before you started… but whatever, I now feel like I can focus even less accurationateley,” Stacy giggles and also drains her glass of champagne.

“What the hell does accurationateley mean?” I ask and also start giggling.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t pay attention in English class… go look it up!” Stacy says in her best headmaster’s voice and we both laugh so hard that everyone in the restaurant stops eating to look at us. By this time Stacy and I are giggling at absolutely everything and we don’t even care that we are causing a commotion. All of the champagne has made me hungry and I finally feel like I’m ready for the main course.

“I think I’ll be having the lobster,” I say when the waiter comes around again to ask us what we would like to order.

“And me!” Stacy says, drunkenly. The waiter soon returns with two delicious looking plates of food with massive lobsters on top of beds of rice and vegetables. It takes us a while to figure out exactly how to eat the lobsters, but once we manage to get the meat out of the shells we both smack our lips as we taste just how delicious it is.

“I can really get used to this lifestyle,” Stacy says for the umpteenth time and I just nod my head. When we’re done with the lobster I can tell that Stacy is just as full as I am and I don’t think I have place for one more bite. We get the bill and, unlike so many other times when I’ve paid with my credit card in the past, this time I have no fear that the payment won’t go through. I add a handsome tip for our friendly waiter and he offers to call us a cab. We gladly accept his offer and have two cups of delicious coffee just to sober us up a little bit before we go home.

It’s not long before the waiter walks over to tell us that our cab has arrived and we stumble out of the restaurant, still laughing and giggling. We sing all the way over to Stacy’s apartment and somehow make it up the stairs and get inside without causing ourselves serious injury after the cabdriver drops us off.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to sleep on my couch again!” Stacy says as I flop down on the couch in her apartment.

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much when you’re drunk?” I say and pull the blanket over me as I make myself comfortable. It’s not long before I fall asleep and Stacy snuggles up on the other end of the couch with me, just like she’d done earlier that morning. We sleep until late the next morning and when we finally get up I can tell that Stacy has just as bad a hangover as I do.

“Good grief… It feels as if someone is banging on my head with a hammer or something,” Stacy says and I know exactly what she means. I have a throbbing headache and we both stumble over to the kitchen to have some black coffee and aspirin. After while I start feeling slightly better and Stacy and I go and sit in the lounge, just to talk.

“What exactly are your plans now?” Stacy asks, “I guess you no longer have to go and grovel in front of fat old men for a job?”

“Nope, that part of my life is over… I’m definitely going to start something of my own and I’ve kind of been thinking that I’d like to open up my own magazine. Would you be interested in coming on board?”

“Interested?! I’d absolutely love it!” Stacy says and I suddenly feel very excited, despite the fact that my head still hurts. We talk about it some more and decide that there’s no point in allowing any grass to grow under our feet. We make plans to go and look for office space that very same day and it’s not long before we start thinking about various possible names for the magazine.

“What about Jenny’s travels?” Stacy suggests and I immediately like the name.

“But won’t you feel like you’ve been left behind if your name is not also in the title?” I ask, slightly apprehensively. I really value the contribution Stacy has made to all of this and I don’t want her to be left feeling as if she’s pulling on the short end.

“I can’t feel that I’m being left behind when the name was my idea?” Stacy asks with undefeatable logic and I nod my head.

“Okay, Jenny’s Travels it is!” I say and we clink our coffee cups in celebration of the birth of our magazine. We spend some more time sitting in the lounge, drinking coffee and recovering from the excess of the previous night. When we finally feel up to it, we get dressed, put on some makeup and then hit the streets to start looking for some office space. It doesn’t take as long before we find an office which looks really nice and we quickly call the number on the sign in the window which announces that the space is for rent.

“Yes, how can I help you?” A male voice asks at the other end of the line.

“My name is Jenny and I’d like to rent this office space on seventh Avenue,” I say, getting straight to the point.

“Okay… Have you got any collateral to put up as security?” the man asks, clearly apprehensive.

“Well, I don’t own any real estate or anything like that, but I do have money in the bank if that would set your mind at ease,” I say with a smile and Stacy sticks both her thumbs up in the air to indicate that she loves what I just said.

“Oh! I think that would be just fine!” the man quickly says and an hour later we are sitting in his office, signing the lease for the office space.

“Isn’t it amazing just how easily these doors swing open now that we have some cash on our hands?” I say and Stacy heartily agrees with me. “You can say that again, I can still recall how my mother had to sign surety for me when I got my shitty little apartment… I definitely prefer this way of doing things!”

Over the next couple of days we get real busy and buy office furniture and everything else we need to get the magazine started. We spare no expenses and a hundred thousand dollars later we stand in front of Jenny’s Travels, watching the guy as he paints the name of the magazine on the window.

“This is just like a dream come true!” Stacy exclaims and we hug and dance around excitedly on the sidewalk. Then we go inside and get down to the business of preparing our first issue for publication. Stacy has a bit of background in publishing, as she used to work as an intern at another magazine. But she’s quit that job now and I have offered her double her previous salary to work with me, as well as giving her twenty percent shares in the business. At first, she objected to my generosity, but then I reminded her that none of this would have been possible without her input and her suggestion that I should take part in the virgin auction. We’ve decided to concentrate on Internet publishing, so I’ve also called in the help of an appetizer to get the word out about our new magazine. The bulk of our articles are going to be about local attractions in Los Angeles and we’ve already decided that we will be visiting some great restaurants in the area to write reviews and articles about their food.

“I guess we’ll have to behave ourselves slightly better when we visit these new restaurants than we behaved in that French restaurant right after the virgin auction,” Stacy says as we sit and discuss which restaurant to visit next.

“Yes, you probably have a point there!” I chuckle. I think about the tough times Stacy and I have been through and how we often went out to bars and restaurants in the past where we knew there would be free snacks, just to have something to eat. I realize that those days are now gone forever and that going to bed hungry would never be part of our lives ever again. It feels great to think that we will now be eating out in Michelin star restaurants as part of our job. I’m also planning on traveling around a bit and writing additional articles about the sights and tourist attractions around the area, just to add a bit of flavor and variation to the content of our magazine. Stacy is going to be taking care of the technical side of things, such as putting the pictures, text and advertisements together on well composed webpages.

“How are things looking with our advertisers? Have we got any companies yet that are interested in advertising their businesses in our magazine?” I asked as Stacy gives me an update on her progress.

“Yes, I had to give some of these companies a special rate just to get them started, but I’m happy to say that we do have some people who seem to be very excited by this magazine of ours and I think you will soon see our advertising revenue climbing sky-high,” Stacy says with great confidence.

“And subscriptions? I ask.

“I’m happy to say that we already have more than twenty paid subscriptions, just from the teasers and email blasts we sent out to announce the creation of the magazine,” Stacy says.

“That’s absolutely amazing! You mean there are people willing to pay three dollars a month for a magazine they’ve never even seen before?”

“You forget that I worked at another magazine before,” Stacy says with a naughty grin, “I still have some of the email lists which they used over there and I used all of the addresses on it to send out the information of our new magazine to people who already trust me when it comes to subscriptions, special offers and the like!”

Over the next couple of days Stacy and I work really hard and it’s not long before we are ready to put out our first issue. It consists, mainly, of some restaurant reviews, articles about tourist attractions in the area and short references to coming attractions. As soon as the magazine goes live, Stacy and I sit in front of my laptop, trying to gauge the kind of interest it is generating. We soon see some remarks in the comments section below the articles and they are all very positive.

“I just love your new magazine!” and “I never knew that Los Angeles had so many wonderful attractions, thank you for publishing this!” and many other similar comments along those lines. But it is the subscription page which really stuns and amazes me and Stacy. On the very first day, within the first hour after our first issue has gone live, we have more than fifty new subscriptions!

“That means we now have in excess of seventy subscriptions… and at three dollars per subscription, that means we are already getting in two hundred dollars a month in our very first month of publication!” Stacy says and we high-five to celebrate the success of the magazine.

“At this rate we will soon be looking at clear profit,” I say with great satisfaction and Stacy nods her head.

“Who would’ve thought that selling your virginity at an auction can lead to such a wonderful opportunity,” Stacy remarks and I have to agree with her that I am totally blown away by how all of this has worked out. We spent the next couple of days working on our second issue and I feel truly happy professionally for the first time in my life.

The only thing which feels like a slight void in my happy new life is the fact that I still don’t have a man to hold me at night… and I keep thinking back to that evening at the mansion and the incredible passion I shared with those eleven bikers, especially some of the moments between me and the gorgeous hunk with the blonde hair and the swirling dragon tattoos all over his muscular torso…

Chapter 6: Brad

At least now I have her surname, even if I don’t have any specific idea of how this is supposed to be helping me find her. Having spent some time on Facebook and the Internet without any success, I decide that the next best thing would be to just start asking around some public places in the area, such as libraries and schools.

The first thing I do is to go to a couple of libraries and ask them if they have someone by the name of Jenny Williams on their books. This is more successful than my Internet efforts, in the sense that I don’t find scores upon scores of people by the name of Jenny Williams at the various libraries where I make inquiries. The downside of it, of course, is that I don’t find any trace of a person by the name of Jenny Williams whatsoever… It’s almost as if this is the exact opposite of my Internet search and I start wondering if people by the name of Jenny Williams perhaps simply aren’t interested in books.

“Okay Jenny Williams, let’s see if you did manage to get some kind of high school education, even if you are not the kind of girl who likes to sit around the library and read books,” I say to myself with a laconic smile as I walk out of the last library.

I start driving off to some local schools in the area, but quickly realize that this is going to take me a very long time. Not only do I have the traffic to navigate, it’s also quite a mission to get to see someone, at any of the schools I visit, who can actually help me. People simply aren’t that willing to hand out information about past pupils at any of the high schools and they also don’t seem to be interested in my cash bribes.

“How dare you try to bribe the information out of me… I think you’d better leave before I call the police!” an old lady at the admin office of one specific school shouts at me as I try to buy some information from her for a hundred dollars.

I keep driving around and after a while I start wondering if this is just going to be a wild goose chase with no happy ending. I stop at a local restaurant just to have a bite to eat for lunch and order myself a chicken mayonnaise sandwich with soda. Out of boredom, more than anything else, I start chatting with the waitress and happen to mention that I am looking for a girl by the name of Jenny Williams.

“Jenny? Curvy girl with long blonde hair?” the waitress asks and I immediately sit up straight in my chair.

“Why? Do you know her?!” I ask excitedly.

“Know her? She was practically my best friend at school!” the girl says and proceeds to tell me all about the way she and Jenny used to sit and chat in class when they should have been paying attention to the lectures. I cannot believe my luck and start thinking that, just perhaps, the universe has decided to assist me in my quest to find this incredible woman.

“I know this is slightly unusual, seeing as you don’t know me at all, but would you be so kind as to give me Jenny’s number?” I ask, very carefully.

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind giving you her number at all, except I lost contact with her about two years ago,” the girl says and shrugs her shoulders before turning around and walking away to serve another customer. I shake my head at my rotten luck and cannot believe that the waitress has lost contact with Jenny. But I’m not about to let this little lucky break fall by the wayside and when the waitress returns, I continued to question her.

“What exactly was the name of this high school that you and Jenny used to attend?” I ask and the waitress thinks about it for a moment before she replies.

“I guess I can tell you, as long as you promise not to go and stalk her or something… The name of the high school was Willow Bridge High.”

I pay for my food, leave a handsome tip for the waitress and then jump on the back of my Harley to race off to Willow Bridge High as fast as I can. I stop in front of the school and, having had some valuable experience in how to approach, and not approach, the admin staff at these places, I very gingerly knock on the office door with a plaque which says ‘admin’ once I get to the main building.

An elderly gentleman opens the door and inquires whether he can be of any assistance.

“Hi sir, I’m urgently looking for one of your past pupils in order to deliver an important message to her regarding the estate of her late grandmother,” I say in my best lawyer’s dialect. The man looks slightly hesitant and I quickly proceed to describe Jenny Williams to him in detail as a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and green eyes. He looks at me quite quizzically and tilts his head slightly to one side before saying, “You mentioned that you need to deliver an urgent message to this girl regarding the estate of her late grandmother, but how do you know what she looks like? Have you met her before?”

I stand there, absolutely stumped. I felt so proud of the bullshit story I came up with concerning the late estate of Jenny’s alleged grandmother that I totally forgot to think of a back story to explain how I know what she looks like. I cannot very well tell this kind gentleman that I got a good look at Jenny Williams when I and ten of my biker friends had a sex orgy with her a couple of days ago… I somehow get the feeling that it won’t go down too well!

“Uhm…ahh, yes… the thing is,” I stutter, but I can tell that it’s already too late. I should’ve had a short, sharp answer to the gentleman’s question and the fact that I cannot give him an explanation is already sunk my boat.

“If you don’t mind, I have a lot of work to get on with and I wish you a wonderful day,” the gentleman says and slams the door shut in my face. I turn around like a high school boy who’s just been told he didn’t make it into the first football team and walk over to my bike with droopy shoulders.

I drive home without any energy and go and lie down on the couch after asking my butler to put the bike in the garage. I get the terrible, sinking feeling that I’ve run out of options and I have absolutely no idea what else I can do to try and find Jenny. I was so excited when I found out what her last name was and now it seems that this specific piece of information ended up helping me nothing whatsoever.

I walk over to the fridge and get myself a cold beer. I drink about half of it and then walk back to the lounge, not sure what to do next. I sit down in front of my laptop and, not knowing what else to do, type in ‘Jenny Williams’ in the Google search box again. I know that I’ve done this at least ten times before, but you never know…

To my utter surprise and amazement, there is a brand-new entry on the third page of my Google search. The heading of the search item is Jenny’s Travels and, just underneath the heading, it’s mentioned that the owner of this specific business is a girl by the name of Jenny Williams. I click on the link and it takes me to a website which, according to the Google search reference, has just gone live within the past six hours.

“No wonder I never saw it when I searched the Internet yesterday,” I mutter to myself and start reading the webpage. It seems to be some kind of travel magazine with lots of interesting articles about restaurants and tourist attractions in LA. It’s really well put together and I’m quite impressed… I would never have figured a sexy girl like Jenny Williams to be a journalist or something along those lines. I suddenly feel an incredible excitement welling up inside me and I jump to my feet and quickly down the rest of my beer

“I’ve found her… I’ve located the sexiest woman on the face of this fucking earth!” I exclaim and march off to the fridge to go and get myself another beer to celebrate. I go back to the webpage and it doesn’t have any phone number for Jenny Williams, but it does have an address and I quickly glance at my watch. It’s already 6 o’clock, so there wouldn’t be any point in going over there right now, but I’ve already decided that I’ll be visiting Jenny’s Travels first thing tomorrow morning, in person!

Chapter 7: Jenny

The magazine is doing very well and we soon have our first five hundred paid subscribers. That, coupled with our advertisers, has us breaking even within the first month of operation. I know it’s not about the money, but the fact that the magazine is already paying its own expenses means a lot to me and Stacy. It proves that we are really capable of making this work and I know that it won’t be long before we start seeing actual profits.

With the confidence of a very successful first month of operation behind us, I hire some more writers and photographers to help us do even better articles the next month. Stacy and I go to a lot of restaurants and take turns writing reviews about the food. Fortunately, the quality of cuisine around Los Angeles is so high that we never find ourselves writing anything other than really glowing and positive reports. We soon become well known around the city and when we get to any new restaurant we are treated like royalty. I feel incredibly fulfilled in my professional life, but still haven’t found any man that I consider starting a steady relationship with… Or even just a meaningless fling.

I keep thinking back to the passion filled evening I spent at the mansion and, even though I know it’s not the common way for a modern 21st-century woman to lose her virginity, I cannot think of anything more exciting I’ve ever done in my entire life and I wish I could experience that same kind of delicious pleasure and passion again.

Stacy and I often sit up late at night, discussing our dreams for the future and I realized that most of mine have not come true. Stacy feels that we should start thinking of expanding our magazine by also writing about subjects other than food and travel, but I feel like we should concentrate on just those two subjects for the moment. I know that Stacy’s ideas are a good one, but I don’t want to lose focus now that everything is running so smoothly.

“I think we can start branching out into new areas as soon as we really feel comfortable with our readership and understand them a bit better,” I say and Stacy thinks about it for a moment before nodding her head.

“I guess you’re right… Perhaps I’m just being too excited about all of this. To be honest, I can’t think of a time in my life when I have been as passionate and amped for anything as I am right now!”

“I know exactly what you mean, to me this all still feels like a dream sometimes and if only I can meet the right guy now, my life would be one hundred percent fulfilled,” I say with a bit of a sigh.

“Don’t tell me about it! I used to date on and off before we started this magazine, but right now I’m focusing on my work so intensely that I can’t even remember the last time I went to a restaurant with anyone other than you,” Stacy says.

“It’s a real pity you and I cannot have a love relationship,” I say with a naughty grin and Stacy slaps me a mile.

“Don’t get started with me… You really are a gorgeous girl and if you don’t like boys I’m sure you can find yourself a couple of hot redhead gals in LA to keep you happy,” she laughs.

“No, I’m okay… I think.” I find myself wondering if that’s really true. Whether I really am okay. Now that I’ve tasted the seduction of professional success it’s quite easy for me to understand how some women spend the rest of their lives just chasing professional promotion without ever sitting down with the guy. There’s something about it which is so empowering and reassuring that it would be easy to forget that I’m also a woman.

“Do you think it would be possible to run a business like ours and also have a man in your life at the same time?” I ask out of the blue and Stacy seems slightly caught offside by my unusual question. She thinks about it carefully before answering.

“You know what? That’s actually a very good question… I haven’t thought about it myself, but when I think of all the time we are spending at the magazine I wonder if there really is place for a man in my life right now…”

“That’s exactly what I thought. But then again, just exactly when do you think it will ever change? The better we do with the magazine the more we are going to invest our time and efforts in it and somewhere along the line we need to make a decision about also having a personal life on the side,” I say.

Stacy doesn’t have a ready answer to my concerns, so we just start talking about something else. But later that night, when I lie awake in my brand-new king-size bed, I think back to the night at the mansion. The more I think back about it, the more I seem to remember the blonde guy with the Dragon tattoos… Everyone else who took part in that night of passion have faded from my memory, but for some reason that one blonde guy seems to have come more sharply into focus as I keep running over the things we did upstairs in the mansion at the night of the auction.

“I just wish I could’ve met you under different circumstances,” I whisper to no one in particular and my hand sneaks down to my pussy and starts exploring its wet depths as I try to remember exactly how his touch felt against my naked body. In my mind’s eye I can see his cock standing erect and I can still recall how it tasted when I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it all the way down my throat… Spicy and salty, with just a tang of lust and desire thrown into the mix to make it taste absolutely perfect.

I insert two fingers into my pussy and start finger fucking myself until my breathing becomes erratic with the sense of pleasure and excitement… I move my entire hand over the length of my erect clit with fast movements and feel myself sliding even closer to the valley of delight as my excitement keeps growing. I see his gorgeous blue eyes in my imagination and remember the thrill of watching his naughty smile as he shoved his cock all the way into me… It all becomes too much and the next moment my entire body is racked with spasms of exquisite pleasure as I reach an intense climax. I moan loudly as waves of pleasure wash over me and I find myself yearning for him… wishing that he could be right there next to me to share the moment.

I get up from the bed and decide to take a hot shower. Anything just to get my mind off that guy! But even as I stand there underneath the soothing hot water droplets, I can’t seem to banish him out of my mind. I keep thinking of his look, his touch, his smell and, most of all, his incredible towering presence which seemed to possess my entire body and soul as he fucked me senseless that evening at the mansion.

When I finally fall asleep that evening I dream of him and I wake up the next morning feeling even more near than the night before.

“Just get to work and you’ll soon forget all about him,” I tell myself, but I know it’s a lie. As the day progresses at the office, I keep thinking of him all the time and I start fearing that this might be some kind of obsession… an obsession with absolutely no future, as I have no idea where he is and, even if I did, I know that he probably thinks of me as nothing more than a sexual object which provided him and his biker friends with some fun for one evening.

When I eventually manage to start focusing on an article which I’m writing about a new restaurant in town, I feel a sense of relief and inspiration as the subject finally fills my mind with thoughts other than the blonde biker guy with the dragon tattoos.

Just when I’m nicely settled and engrossed in my work, Stacy walks into my office and interrupts me.

“I’m really sorry to disturb you honey, but there is someone here to see you and I really think you’re going to want to see him too,” she says.

“Oh Stacy, can you do me a favor and just take care of it? I really don’t have time to see anyone now and I’m just getting along nicely with this article over here,” I say, thinking that it’s probably a photographer or one of the new journalists I’ve hired.

“Like I said… I think this is one office call you want to take personally,” Stacy said and before I can repeat my request that she should handle it herself, I see someone appearing behind her in the door. I feel more than just a little irritated and I’m just about to tell the guy that he should leave with Stacy so she can help him with whatever business brought him into my office but when she moves away and I can see who it is standing behind her. At first, my mind refuses to accept the signals which my eyes are sending to my brain… Surely it cannot be? But it is… It’s the Dragon tattoo guy from the mansion!

“I’m really sorry to disturb you in your active labor, but I thought I’d just drop by and say hi,” he says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for a guy who’s taken part in a gangbang with me to show up at my work and shoot the breeze. I get up very slowly, partially out of shock and partially in an attempt to stop myself from hyperventilating.

“How did you find me… I mean, what do you want… I mean…”

“For the owner of a brand-new magazine you’re not too smooth with words, are you?” He says and I know he’s just making a joke to break the tension, but I feel slightly irritated with what he just said.

“Well, to be perfectly honest with you, it’s not every day that someone like you arrives here unannounced and I wasn’t exactly preparing myself to make a neat little speech to someone who has… how shall I put it, spent such a raucous time with me a couple of evenings ago.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything, no need for you to get riled up or twist your panties in a knot,” he says, “I was just wondering if you would like to go out for a couple of drinks with me later today.”

Just like that. The guy I’ve been fantasizing about for the last couple of days finally stands in front of me and he’s acting so obnoxious that I simply cannot find it within myself to say yes to him. A certain part of my body is telling me that I’m an absolute idiot; that I should just jump at this opportunity and have some drinks with him and then go back to his place and bang his brains out… But I’m at work and my intellectual side gets the better of me.

“You know what? As nice as that sounds, I simply don’t think I’m going to have the time to go out and reminisce about the good old days with you. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I’ve got some work to get on with,” I say and sit down behind my desk again.

He stands there with a look on his face like I’ve just poured ice cold water all over his enthusiasm.

“Are you really sure about that? I mean, I was just thinking…”

“No, I told you I don’t want to go out with you, now if you’ll please excuse me!” I say with such force that he finally turns around and leaves. I suddenly feel as if I want to jump up and run after him… as if I want to grab him and tell him that I didn’t mean anything that I just said. But I’m frozen, stiff in my chair and I do absolutely nothing while the object of my desire disappears the same way he’d come so unexpectedly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Stacy asks in a really surprised tone of voice. I look up and she’s standing at my door, shaking her head as if she cannot believe what she’s just heard.

“What you mean? Do you really expect me to go out with a guy who had a gang bang with me and ten of his biker friends?”

“Look, I understand that it’s kind of weird for him to show up here out of the blue like that… But did you see what he looks like?!” Stacy exclaims and I know exactly what she means. He looked even hotter than I remembered him in my fantasies and I know that any girl in her right mind would absolutely leap at the opportunity of going out with a guy like him.

“I know he’s fairly hot, but I just don’t think we’ll ever be able to get past the strange way we met and I’m kind of scared I’ll just end up sitting there all night long with him, feeling uncomfortable or something,” I say in an incoherent attempt to justify my behavior.

“Jenny Williams, that sentence you just uttered was so incoherent it should be taken outside and shot,” Stacy says with a broad grin, “you know very well that you want him more than you want anything else in this world and if I were you I would just get past my own stubbornness and give the guy a chance!”

I think about it for a moment and realized that my best friend has a point. “Perhaps you’re right Stacy but, as you can see, he’s gone now and I didn’t take his number so there’s absolutely no way for me to fall down at his feet and do as you suggest.”

“Don’t you worry honey, from the way he kept staring at your body while you stood there all indignantly, telling him off, I get the feeling he will be back,” Stacy says with a broad grin.

“How the hell do you know about the way he looked at me? Were you eavesdropping?” I ask with mock indignation.

“No, I wasn’t eavesdropping. I was standing right here out in the open, watching the whole thing to make sure I don’t miss out on any juicy detail of it,” she says and we both burst out laughing.

He really is hot, isn’t he?” I say when we finally calmed down.

“Baby, he’s hot and then some… He’s so hot I think he gives a whole new definition to the entire concept of hotness. Perhaps we should describe him as uber-hot or something,” Stacy says and finally turns around to leave me to my work again.

I sit there and I try to run through the incident in my mind again to figure out why I acted the way I did. I want him so much, yet a certain part of me is afraid that he just came around because he wants to use me for sex. But, even as I consider this possibility, I find myself wondering if it would be such a bad thing to have a purely physical relationship with a guy like the blonde biker… and I wonder what the hell his name is again? Did he say that it was Brad? Whatever his name is, I suddenly start thinking that, even if it’s only for one night, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing just to jump into his bed and experience some of that same passion again which I shared with him and all his biker friends.… Might even be nice to have him all to myself this time!

I tried to do some work but I find it really hard to concentrate now. The gorgeous hunk is now more than just a figment of my fantasies and the fact that he’s been here, right here in my office, makes the whole thing very real. I suddenly wonder how the experience at the mansion has changed me. I used to be quite reserved and dismissive of guys by reason of the fact that they never seemed to measure up to the perfect picture of the perfect man I always keep in my mind… a perfect picture which looks exactly like my late father. Right now, I don’t think I’m all that reserved anymore… after all, I now have an incredible sex orgy in my past and it would be hard for me to act all innocent and pure after that. But I still feel like I want to keep all guys at arm’s length and I’m not really sure I’m ready to allow anyone to get close to me just yet. Even if it is just for sex.

I get back to work and finally finish my article. I glance at my watch and notice that it’s time to go home. Stacy pops in and asks me if I feel like going to the bar for a couple of drinks, but I really don’t feel up to it so I turn her down.

“No thanks babe, I think I’m just going to turn in early tonight and I’ll see you here tomorrow morning, bright and early,” I say and Stacy waves me goodbye before she leaves.

I get up, grab my coat and lock the office door behind me before getting into my brand-new BMW and start driving off home. It feels good to go in style and I know that Stacy also enjoys the brand-new Mini Cooper she’s bought herself with the money I loaned her. Whatever happens between me and the blonde hunk with the Dragon tattoos, I still feel very happy with the place I find myself in and even if there is still a part of my life which is slightly empty by reason of the absence of a man in it, I feel like I’m gonna be just fine.

I decide that tomorrow’s worries can look after themselves as I put my foot down on the gas and drive home in style.

The next day at the office feels slightly different, almost as if the place isn’t the same anymore. I realized that it now feels as if the place has a history which includes more than just work and the celebration of a new business. It is now place where I have seen him again… The gorgeous hunk from the mansion and I get the feeling that I will never ever be able to get him out of my mind again, now that he has been right here in the sanctity of my own office.

Chapter 8: Brad

Over the next couple of days I try absolutely everything within my power to get Jenny to agree to see me again. I’m not sure if she’s trying to play a little game with me, but the first time I call her she asks me what my name is. I can swear that I’ve told her before that my name is Brad and this is the first time in my entire life that a girl has forgotten my name… I repeatedly ask her out and I get the feeling that I’m really close; that she actually wants to go out with me. But, for some unknown reason, she always clams up at the last second and every time I phone her she tells me that she has to go and take care of some urgent work.

I finally realize that calling her over the phone is not going to do the trick and decide that I’m going to need a different approach. The fact that I managed to find her at all is almost like a sign from above that we are meant to be together and I’m not about to let her reluctant attitude stand in our way. Not now… now that we have a real chance at having something special together.

I find myself thinking about the old saying that we only want the things we can’t have and I guess there’s a lot of truth to it. The fact that she keeps turning me down is just making me want her more! I think about the whole situation and it seems to me that the whole thing with Jenny is such an absolute conundrum… such a contradiction in terms. You would think that a girl who was willing to give herself to eleven men at the same time would be very open, but Jenny turns out to be one of the most reserved women I’ve ever met in my entire life. It’s almost as if she thinks I’m not quite good enough for her. This is quite a turnaround for me, as I normally have girls chasing after me and falling at my feet, just for the honor of spending one evening in my bed.

I finally decide that there is only one way to do this thing. I have to go back to her office, even though she sent me packing with my tail between my legs the previous time I tried it. This time, I stop right in front of her office, and not a block away like I did the previous time. I rev my Harley’s engine a couple of times and make sure that I make such a loud racket that she has to come outside to see what the hell is going on.

“What on earth is that noise?!” she shouts as she walks outside onto the street and I think to myself that she looks really gorgeous when she’s slightly angry like that.

“Hi there, I just thought I’d stop by and show you my new bike!” I shout to make myself audible above the noise of the Harley. Then I finally kill the engine so we can hear each other talking.

“Good Lord but it makes a racket!” she exclaims, but I can see that she’s not really angry. I would describe the expression on her face as something between admiration and surprise.

“Well, that’s a Harley Davidson for you,” I say with a broad grin, “why don’t we go for a ride?” I think something about the direct way in which I asked her has caught her offside and she doesn’t turn me down immediately like she’s done so many times before. I sense an opening and immediately follow up.

“Come on, let’s just go for a short little spin and I’ll have you back here in no time at all,” I say in my best Boy Scout’s voice of honor.

“I really shouldn’t…” She starts to say and I realize that I have to be very firm now, unless I want to see this conversation going the same way all my previous advances of gone.

“Look, just take this one ride with me and I promise I’ll leave you alone after that, okay?” I say and I can immediately see that this makes an impression on her.

“Just one ride, okay?” she says and reluctantly. She looks around one last time and then gets on the back of the Harley behind me.

“Just one ride, I promise,” I say and grab her hands to show her how to hold onto me from behind. I give her the spare helmet I brought with me and help her to put it on correctly. Then I kick start the engine and tell her to hold on tight. I love the way she grabs a tight hold of my body from behind as we speed off down the highway.

“Woohoo!” she shouts as the Harley roars away with us on top and I can tell that she absolutely loves it. I take her down the Sunset strip and the weather is just perfect as we take a drive with the ocean right next to us. People stop to look at the two of us and I open up the Harley all the way so she can feel its power. I don’t drive too far, remembering my promise that I won’t keep her away from work for too long. We soon turn around, drive back and when I finally stop in front of her office to drop her off she rips off her helmet and I see a rosy blush on her face from the excitement of the ride.

“Thank you, that was really awesome,” she says and I can see that she really means it.

“Look, I know I promised to leave you alone and if that’s what you really want then I will do it… but this was so much fun that I’m kind of thinking that we can do it again sometime, no?” I say very carefully. She seems to think about it for a moment and then looks me straight in the eye.

“Look Brad, I really enjoyed this ride but I’m not sure about this whole thing just yet… All I can tell you is that I’ll think about it, okay?” she says and I realize that I shouldn’t push her any further right now.

“Okay, I’ll settle for that… for now,” I say and put my own helmet back on my head before waving her goodbye and riding off into the distance.

I go home and do my best to think of something other than Jenny for the rest of the day, but I have very little success. My mind keeps drifting back to the feeling of having her arms around me while she’s seated on the back of my Harley and I can’t wait to feel her touch again. I spent the rest of the day trying to do some work in the garden, but it feels like an eternity and when I finally go to bed that evening I know that I’m going to go around to her office first thing in the morning.

The next morning I’m up bright and early and immediately get on the back of my bike and drive over to Jenny’s Travels to go and speak to Jenny. I know it’s probably dangerous to be pressuring her right now, but I just sense that I’m close to a breakthrough and I don’t want her to think that I’ve lost interest. Unlike the previous time when I visited her at work, this time I try not to make too much noise and park the Harley half a block away from her office. I get off and take off my helmet before starting to stroll in the direction of Jenny’s Travels. When I get there, I walk in the front door and knock gingerly on Jenny’s office door. I know I’m pushing my luck, but I just can’t help myself and flash her my most beautiful smile when she looks up from her laptop.

“Is this a bad time?” I say with all the charm I can muster.

“Not exactly… But I am quite surprised to see you here so bright and early. What exactly is it that you said you do for a living… shouldn’t you be at work for something?” she says with a surprised expression on her beautiful face.

“I didn’t say what I do for a living,” I say with a naughty grin and wonder when the hell she’s going to chill out a little and stop with all the questions.

“Well, some of us have to work so perhaps this isn’t the best time for us to be having this conversation,” she says and I can tell that I’m dangerously close to being thrown out of her office.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that! I was just wondering if you’ve given my invitation to go for another ride on my Harley any thought since yesterday?” I say.

“I haven’t really had the time to think about it… Now that you mention it, isn’t that bike really expensive? Why won’t you tell me what you do for a living so I can figure out where you get the money to pay for expensive toys like that?” she says.

“Don’t you enjoy the fact that there are certain secretive things about me which I don’t publicize to the rest of the world?” I ask in a last ditch effort to get her to calm down. But I can see that she’s getting really worked up and realize that this entire visit may have been a very bad idea.

“You know Brad, the more I talk to you the more I get the feeling that there’s something you’re hiding from me… I really don’t feel like getting involved with a guy who’s got some kind of skeletons in his closet and I think it would be best if you stop visiting and calling me,” she says and I feel my heart falling through my stomach. This entire conversation has gone in the wrong direction and I have no idea how to salvage it.

“I’m really sorry I caught you at a bad time… perhaps we can talk about this again later,” I say and rush out of there before she can tell me that I have no hope in hell to ever speak to her again. I walk back to my bike feeling incredibly dejected and have no idea what I’m going to do for the rest of the day… and, in fact, for the rest of my life if I don’t manage to convince Jenny to see me again.

I try to make it through the rest of the day without thinking of her, but it’s an impossible task. I realize that I’ve taken some kind of fall for this beautiful woman and I’m both excited and horrified by it. Normally I couldn’t give a crap about girls I’ve had sex with, but now I seem to be totally unable to wipe the memories of Jenny.

Just after lunch I phone her and try to talk to her in my calmest, most controlled voice. But she only gives me about a minute before ending the call after telling me that she needs to get back to work. Later that afternoon I phone again and this time she only tells me that she’s busy and puts the phone down in my ear. I feel like a little school boy who’s being rejected by the girl he wants to take to the prom and go to sleep that night dreaming and fantasizing about her. But tomorrow’s another day and I know that I’m not going to give up on her and that I will do everything within my power to get her to go out with me.

I’m not a man who gives up easily, especially when I’ve decided I really want something… and I want Jenny more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my entire life!

Chapter 9: Jenny

I sit there at the end of the day and wonder what the hell prompted me to put the phone down in Brad’s ear. I know he is making a little bit of a nuisance of himself, but I’ve never done that kind of thing before and realize that he brings out emotions in me which I never even knew existed. I feel as if my entire world has been turned upside down and I sometimes feel like I’m not myself anymore. I’m torn between my lust for Brad and my fear that he may end up hurting me if I allow him to get close to me.

I suddenly wished that my dad were still alive… I knew that I would be able to talk to him about this situation and that he would have given me great advice. Perhaps he would’ve told me just to forget about Brad, or he might have said something quite the opposite… perhaps he would have told me to give the guy chance, who knows?

The truth is that I would actually love to go on another bike ride with Brad, but the fact that he refuses to tell me what he does for a living makes me very apprehensive about getting involved with him. I look at my watch and realize that it’s time to go home, but I suddenly don’t feel like getting back to my own apartment and sitting there all by myself, so I walk over to Stacy’s office to see what she’s up to.

“Hi there girlfriend, are you just about done for the day?” I say. Stacy looks up from her desk and smiles at me.

“Yes, I’m just finishing up here. Why do you ask… did you have something in mind?” she says.

“Not really, but I was thinking we might perhaps go for a drink at that new bar on seventh Avenue,” I say.

“Sounds good to me!” Stacy says and closes her laptop, “the rest of this can wait for tomorrow and I think it would be really nice to have a couple of gin and tonics just to take the edge off.”

We take a walk down to the brand-new bar on seventh Avenue and find a nice table next to the window. A friendly waiter brings us our drinks and it feels good to be a part of the L.A. crowd. I look out the window and see everyone getting home after a long working day and feel happy to know that I’m finally one of them… no longer an unemployed, needful young girl with no direction in life.

“Don’t you just love the idea of working at our own business rather than slaving away for someone else?” I say and take a satisfying sip of my gin and tonic.

“You can say that again! This is definitely a dream come true for me and I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming,” Stacy says and I can tell that she really means every word of it.

“Now, if only we can find ourselves two suitable men to keep us warm at night this will really be the perfect life,” I say with a naughty twinkle in my eye.

“Speak for yourself… I am currently dating two guys at the same time and if all goes well I might just have someone to keep me warm at night pretty soon,” Stacy chuckles.

“I’m impressed! You really are becoming a true L.A. girl and I suddenly feel like I’ve been left behind,” I say.

“Well, perhaps it’s time you stopped comparing every man who is interested in you to your late father… That way you might just actually end up dating someone for a change,” Stacy says.

“I know I do that comparison thing, but I don’t really have a problem with it. I mean, why can’t I find a guy who’s a real quality man just like my father used to be?” I say.

“You see, the thing is, I don’t think you’re looking for someone who’s necessarily the same quality of man that your father used to be… it’s more like you’re looking for a carbon copy of your dad!” Stacy says and her words make quite a deep impression on me. I’ve never really thought about it that way and wonder if she might have a point. I decide to tell her about Brad and his persistent efforts to try to get me to go out with him.

“I’m not entirely sure whether you’re right about that, but perhaps I should tell you that Brad has been calling me nonstop and he wants to take me for another ride on his Harley,” I say, slightly apprehensively. I’m not sure what Stacy will think of the fact that I have been talking to a guy who took part in a massive gang bang with me on the night of the Virgin Auction.

“Well, why don’t you just go out with him?” Stacy says, let tomorrow be the surprise.

“You mean you don’t think Brad is just after me for one thing?”

“Even if he is Jenny, do you really think it would be such a bad idea for you to have a man like Brad in your life?” Stacy says with irresistible logic, “it’s not as if you have someone else you’re seeing at the moment.”

I sit back and think about Stacy’s words for a moment. I know that she is right about the fact that I compare every single guy I meet to my father and perhaps the time has come for me to stop setting the bar that high. I know that no one is ever going to be the man my dad used to be and if I keep having such a high expectation I might just end up staying single for the rest of my life.

“I guess you might have a point there. I think I’ll give it some more thought and perhaps next time he phones me I won’t be quite so hard on him,” I say and change the conversation to another topic. Stacy and I spend another two hours or so at the bar and then we make our way to our separate apartments.

I take a long shower and then head for bed. I started thinking about Brad again and realize that it’s becoming quite a habit for me to fantasize about him before I go to sleep. It’s almost like I have some kind of split personality the way I push him away when he tries to come and see me at work and then I head home to have sexual fantasies of him before I go to sleep.

I reach for my drawer and remove my favorite dildo from its hiding place underneath my panties. I open my legs and put the rubber instrument of pleasure against my clit. Then I push the switch to turn it on and the quick vibrations immediately send shockwaves of delight through my entire body. I keep the dildo against my pussy with one hand and squeeze my breasts with the other… soon I am soaking wet and I proceed to push the vibrator all the way into my wet slit. I gasp with delight as it reaches down the very depths of me and move it around in circles to get the most out of its vibrations. It’s not long before I start building up to an incredible climax and when I finally find myself sliding down the slopes of orgasmic delight I arch my back and clench the vibrator tight between my pussy lips.

“Aah!” I moan loudly as my entire body shakes all over with incredible pleasure. When the waves of joy and delight finally subside I pull the vibrator out of my pussy and place it in the drawer next to my bed. I get the feeling that I might need it again tomorrow morning…

Chapter 10: Brad

The fact that she keeps rejecting me is making me more determined than ever to make her mine, or at least to get her to go out with me again.

I think back to a girl I used to know in school and how she always used to give me the cold shoulder. I was tempted to give up on her, but decided to give it one last try and one day, after school, I went over to her house and simply knocked on her front door until she finally got tired of the noise and opened up for me. I told her that I really liked her and that I believed we were right for each other. Just like that. My words seemed to stun her at first, but then it was as if she slowly started melting right in front of my very eyes. That girl ended up going out with me and the experience became a point of reference for me ever after, reminding me just how important it is not to give up on your dreams and not to let go of a girl if you really want her.

“My dearest Jenny, I’m not quite ready to let go of this thing just yet and I do believe I can make you change your mind,” I muttered to myself as I finished my breakfast, consisting of black coffee and some toast.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m going to need someone to help me figure this out. I start calling some of my buddies from the motorcycle club, but all of them are still away on the road trip and I know they never take their cell phones with them when they go out on the highway like that. I finally locate one of the guys at home, a jovial man by the name of Trevor Whitehead. Trevor is a happily married man and he often skips out on road trips to spend some time at home with his wife. He’s quite happy to take some time off to chat with me and we arrange to meet at a local restaurant for coffee.

“Hi buddy, what is it that you want to discuss with me,” Trevor says when we sit down at our table. He is about forty years of age, slightly overweight and balding; the kind of guy everyone wants to have as a friend. He’s always smiling and you can tell by the way he walks and talks that he is a really happy man.

“I would appreciate it if you can give me some advice… I’ve been trying to get close to this girl and she keeps pushing me away… I get the feeling that I need to find a different way of approaching her,” I say and look at Trevor expectantly. Being happily married, he didn’t take part in the orgy at the mansion with Jenny and my other friends, so he has no idea who the girl is that I’m talking about.

“Ah, girl troubles!” Trevor says and throws his head back with laughter, “I’m so glad I no longer have to deal with that kind of stuff”

“Are you serious? Don’t you ever miss the excitement of the chase and the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your veins when you set your sights on a new woman?” I ask curiously.

“Nope, I can honestly tell you that I never miss any of those things. My wife and I are best friends and I wouldn’t trade my relationship with her for all the hussies in the world,” he says with great conviction.

“Okay, if you say so… I just find it hard to believe that a man can ever settle down with just one woman and be happy for the rest of his life,” I say.

“Don’t worry buddy, one day you will find the right girl and when you get together with her you’ll never look back again,” Trevor says and I find myself hoping that he is right. To be perfectly honest, I’m getting slightly tired of seeing a different girl every week and I just wish Jenny would give me a chance to prove to her that we can be good together.

“I really hope you’re right! Maybe that’s why I’m hoping you can give me some advice on how to get close to this girl I told you about… perhaps she could be the one,” I say and look at Trevor expectantly for some great advice.

“Okay, here it goes. I’m not entirely certain if this will help you, but I’ll tell you what happened when I started dating my wife. She didn’t like the fact that I was a biker and I realized that I would have to compromise a little if I wanted to be with her. I found out that she really loves going to the opera and, as much as I balked at the idea of sitting down and listening to some fat Italians singing on the stage, I decided to give it a try and started going to the opera with her. She appreciated it so much that I was prepared to go out of my way to do something she enjoyed that she gave me some space to do my biking and in the end everything worked out just fine.”

“Okay, that makes sense to me… so what you’re saying is that I should try to find a way of approaching this girl with something she enjoys herself?”

“Exactly. Stop trying to draw her into your way of doing things and try to figure out a way of approaching her from an angle which is more familiar to her… something which she won’t expect from a guy like you.”

Trevor and I finish our coffee and I thank him from the bottom of my heart for his advice. We say goodbye and I decide to go home and regroup. Although Trevor’s advice is actually pretty vague, I get the feeling that his suggestions might come in handy and, if nothing else, it gets me thinking of some alternative ways of approaching Jenny, rather than simply banging my head against her emotional barriers and praying she will eventually let me in.

After getting back home, I get something to eat and sit down on the sofa to think some more about Trevor’s advice. It finally becomes crystal clear to me that I need a brand new approach… that it would make no sense for me to keep calling her or showing up out of the blue at her office, unannounced. If I continue that way I’m certain to simply get more of the same rejection I’ve already suffered at her hands, so I spend some time racking my brains for a new approach. I can’t quite think of anything, so I decide to take a look at Jenny’s website on the Internet again. I go through every page carefully and then, finally, my eye catches a little piece of information which I think might end up being helpful. On the very last webpage, underneath the message box which can be used to contact Jenny’s magazine, I see another name. Stacy Donovan, marketing and advertising.

I think back to the first time I’d visited Jenny at her office and can still recall the other girl I saw there. I suddenly realize that this must’ve been Stacy and that she also works at the magazine with Jenny. I think about it for a while longer and then realize that this might be my golden opportunity. Stacy seemed quite nice the first time I met her and I get the feeling that I might be able to talk to her. Perhaps she can speak to Jenny for me and convince her that I’m not such a bad guy after all.

Having decided that the best way forward is to go and speak to Stacy at Jenny’s Travels, I get dressed and take a ride on my Harley to the part of town where the magazine is situated. I’m not entirely sure what I’ll do if Jenny confronts me and tells me I should leave, but fortune favors the brave so I just forge right ahead and walk in unannounced, as has become my habit by now.

Fortunately Jenny doesn’t seem to be there. Perhaps she’s on a mission somewhere to go and get information for an article, so I just walk right past her office to the door at the end of the corridor. I figure that this must be where Stacy’s office is located and when I get to the end of the corridor door and peer in I realized that I’m in luck.

“Hello! I’m sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if I could have a word with you,” I say and Stacy looks up with a pleasant enough smile. I already know what her name is, but I pretend to be in the dark when she speaks to me.

“You’re the same guy who was here the other day… Brad isn’t it?” she says and I nod my head.

“Yes, that’s me!” I say with a big smile.

“Hi, my name is Stacy,” she says with a big grin of her own, “just how can I help you Brad?”

“Well, I was actually looking for Jenny… But now that I’m talking to you, I was wondering if you would be able to help me,” I say, apprehensively.

“No problem, why don’t I go and make us some coffee and then we can have a talk,” she says and I’m quite surprised at just how helpful she seems to be. Stacy is a really pretty girl and if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m already obsessed with Jenny, I might have turned on the charms and tried to get inside her pants.

She makes us some strong coffee and we go and sit in the boardroom. I take some time to explain to her how I know Jenny from somewhere else, but she doesn’t seem to be too interested in that part of my story, so I cut it short.

“The point I’m trying to make is, I would really like to get to know Jenny a bit better, but she keeps cutting off every time I ask her out… Is there absolutely anything you can do to help me in my quest?” I say with my most honest face.

“I shouldn’t really be telling you this, but it’s for her own good so I’m going to share a bit of personal information about Jenny with you,” Stacy says and I feel my heart beating faster inside my chest with excitement, “Jenny was very close to her father before he passed away and I’m afraid she keeps comparing every guy she meets to her dad… I guess I don’t have to tell you that they always fall short and this is probably part of the reason why you’re not having any success with her.”

I think about Stacy’s words for a moment and, even though I’m no psychologist, I can easily understand how a thing like that might be an incredible stumbling block for a guy like me to overcome.

“Okay, I think I catch your drift, but what exactly would you suggest I do about this obstacle in my way to your best friends heart?” I ask, slightly puzzled.

“I’m not too sure… although I can tell you that her father used to play guitar to her when she was a little girl and she has always loved the sound of guitar music,” Stacy says.

We spend some more time talking about my problem and I truly appreciate the way Stacy seems to be on board with my quest. She tells me how close she and Jenny have always been and how she’s never actually seen Jenny with a steady boyfriend in her entire life, even though Jenny always had a score of guys chasing her.

“Thank you so much for talking to me. It means a lot more to me than you can ever imagine!” I say and finally get up to leave after I’ve picked Stacy’s brains for every last bit of information that can be of assistance to me.

“No problem Brad! I really hope that you can manage to find a way past the walls my best friend has built around her heart… It will be for her own good,” Stacy says and shakes my hand before walking outside with me. Jenny is still nowhere in sight and Stacy promises that she won’t mention our talk to her best friend.

“Thank you so much, I owe you big time,” I say with a grin before waving Stacy goodbye and getting on the back of my Harley. I drive home, feeling like there is hope again for me and Jenny to get together after all. I now know exactly what the next step for me is going to be. I think back to the advice my good friend Trevor has given me and realize that I now have a golden opportunity in front of me to do the exact kind of thing he suggested. I can come to Jenny from a different angle and find a way of really entertaining her, which will probably truly impresses her at the same time.

Come hell or high water, I’m going to get a guitar somewhere and ask someone to teach me how to play it!

I make my way towards a local music shop and take some time to look at all the various guitars they have there. A shop assistant walks up to me and helps me pick out a nice guitar. I ask him about the easiest way to learn how to play it and he directs me to a local music teacher, not too far away from his shop. I thank the guy and pay for the guitar before carefully putting it in a protective hard case and setting off on the back of my Harley towards the music shop he’s told me about.

I have to wait for a while before I can see the music teacher, but when he finally comes out I can see that we are going to get along just fine. He’s got some tattoos on his forearms and he looks like the kind of guy who might enjoy becoming a member of my motorcycle club himself. He tells me that he has a spot open and we go inside the practice area where he shows me how to hold the guitar and press the basic chords. I discover that I actually have quite a knack for this and it’s not long before I’m able to play three basic chords on the guitar. My strumming is still a bit uneven, but I get the feeling that I’ll be able to get the hang of this very quickly. The guy tells me that he used to play in a band and assures me that there’s nothing like playing a guitar to get inside a girl’s pants. I thank him for the lesson and make arrangements to come and see him again during the week, after I’ve had some time to practice everything he’s taught me.

I drive home excitedly and Rawlins, my trusty Butler, looks quite impressed by the fact that I carry a guitar into the house.

“Good heavens sir, have you decided to become a musician now?” he asks with an incredulous expression of his on his face.