Chapter 6

Declan

“Why the fuck am I even here?” I ask myself as I walk into the private building.

I don’t have time for this shit, and everyone in the place is looking for only one thing...pussy. I don’t have time for vanilla. I deserve and expect only the best, and I won’t likely find that here.

A man such as myself has refined taste in women. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll fuck most women who are pretty, but if I’m paying, it better be good.

I stand in the doorway, adjust the lapel of my Versace suit jacket, and scan the room. Most of these people can’t compare to me. They may have access to billions of dollars, but they don’t have my eye for art and design.

I’m surrounded by beautiful women all day, and it takes a lot to impress me.

The people here sure as fuck can’t measure up to me in any way.

Walking around the venue, I hear all manner of gossip about the Grayson brothers. We’re on the tip of everyone’s tongues.

“Did you see Jasper walk in? He’s so hot. I wonder how they’ll do without their father calling all the shots?”

What the fuck?

I don’t need to hear about my how impressive my brother is, and I certainly I don’t appreciate anyone speculating about our success, especially since I’m a billionaire in my own right without my father’s help.

I’ve always had an eye for beauty, and I’ve made the modeling division of Grayson Enterprises explode.

We’re the leading company in the sex industry already, and nothing will change that.

Nothing.

Waving to the advancing waitress, I decide I need a drink...a stiff one.

“Scotch on the rocks. Make it quick,” I tell her.

I need something stout to take my mind off things. The impending war with my brothers over territory is not pretty. We’ve managed to divide my father’s company into three parts, but we still can’t be in the same room together.

It amazes me, the power my family has. And yet my brothers and I can’t get along. Women love us, and men want to be us. The Grayson name speaks volumes in the world of sex and society.

Can you blame them? We’re hot chiseled beasts of men with power and influence.

I take my drink and put a twenty on the waitress’ tray. The poor girl smiles at me—like I’d be interested in someone like her. Maybe for a blowjob, but I don’t slum.

Unlike my brothers, I’m a voyeur. Scanning the room, I notice Finn and Jasper speaking to an older male at the bar. They look as disgusted as I am, but they’ll do well here.

We all have the same taste in women, but the difference is I would rather go home alone than settle down.

I check my Rolex. There’s fifteen minutes before the women are brought on stage and sold to the highest bidder. It sounds like something that happens only in third-world countries.

Not in America.

Anyone who thinks that human trafficking isn’t a big business is sadly mistaken. The difference is these women choose to be here. No one forced them.

The closer the time gets to the auction, the more the place fills up with men ready to spend money. I’ve been here a few times in the past, but I was never that interested.

“About fucking time you got here,” Finn says.

I laugh, swallowing the rest of my scotch.

“Yeah, like a Grayson needs to pay for pussy. I’m here to watch you two fight for the same chick,” I say, bitter laughter behind my words.

I join my two brothers, making sure to grab the mask from my seat. These little games are so secure that the bidders don’t show their faces. There’s no need.

You’re not here unless you can afford to be.

The mask is dark, and I feel like the damn the Phantom of the Opera. I slip it on, smirking. There’s something sinister about playing another character.

Suddenly I’m invisible, another face in a sea of masked men and some women. The entire thing is elaborately conducted. And I can appreciate at least that, being a man who understands the aesthetic value in any situation. This place has some mystery and intrigue going on that’s befitting to a room filled with this many important people. In fact, I think I saw a senator or two in the crowd on my way in.

I take a seat next to my brother Finn who says, “You’re late.”

“So what? I’m here, aren’t I?”

“We’re supposed to put on a united front,” he says.

The lights dim suddenly, a signal that the show’s about to start.

The object of the game is to bid on virgins—who doesn’t want to be a groundbreaker at least once in their life?

The auctioneer comes out dressed in a suit that does justice to the high-profile people here. He at least looks the part.

“Gentlemen, are you ready to bid on the hottest women this side of hell? Loosen up your wallets and get ready to fall in love,” the auctioneer says.

I’m already bored. This idiot can’t be for real. Who the fuck said anything about love?

This is a pussy march, not a date with Cupid.

“What the fuck is this bullshit? Are you serious right now?” I whisper to my brothers.

Both throw me an annoyed glance.

I rub the subtle scruff on my chin as I look at the girls on stage.

This place is a joke. What the fuck’s so special about virgins anyway?

“Gentlemen, first out is Melanie. She is nineteen years old and has been saving herself for marriage. Luckily for you, she’s decided to give up the fairytale to one of you fine men,” the auctioneer says.

“We have better girls than this at my agency,” I quip, my humor dry as usual.

Finn elbows me in the side. He seems to be holding back laughter.

“Stop being a fucking dick all the time, Declan. Not everyone can be a model. Look, she’s trying to dance at least,” Finn says.

“She looks like she took dance lessons from the 80s,” Jasper adds.

One of us is bad enough, but when you put the three of us in the same room, our combined attitudes can be explosive.

The girl on stage dances about three steps before the old geezer behind us offers up twenty-five grand for her. Another offers twenty-six, and that’s where it ends.

I wouldn’t give a penny, but my taste is selective.

“Next time, don’t ask me to come to this shit. You two can come alone,” I growl, clearly annoyed with the proceedings.

I snap my fingers to call over the waitress. I order another scotch on the rocks and exchange a meaningful glance with her. She might be good enough to fuck later, and she certainly wants it.

Then, my eyes are back on the stage.

A young brunette shakes her ass in front of the crowd. She’s inexperienced and scared.

I wonder if she even wants to be up there, or is the lure of money too much for her?

“Fifteen grand,” a voice yells out.

“Twenty-one thousand,” another adds.

The higher the bids go, the more she dances.

“I hope she uses some of that money for dancing lessons,” I add.

Of course, I’m sarcastic, but it’s who I am. I’ve never been the nice one of the family. I’m gracious and charming to people I care about, and I don’t care about this.

As the night goes on, my agitation grows. There’s nothing here that I want. Looking at my brothers, I can’t understand why they even asked me to come here.

Sure, we need to represent our father in the adult entertainment world, but one of us is enough for that.

“I’m out. You two can find your diamond in the rough, but I wouldn’t pay a dollar for any one of these women,” I say, slipping out before they can stop me.

The only thing I know right now is that I’ll never attend this crap again.

I’m almost to the door when something—or someone—catches my eye. For the first time in my life, I’m stopped in my tracks by a woman. Not just any woman either.

She’s fucking radiant.

“Welcome to the stage, Aurora. She is five feet and six inches, has blonde hair and blue eyes. Our little princess here is as pure as snow and will make some lucky man very happy tonight,” the announcer says, his voice serious for once.

I can’t take my eyes off her. I’ve never seen any woman who could compare to her beauty, and I’m a connoisseur. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’m gawking like a kid with his first hard-on.

Then it happens. My biggest fear. My two brothers take notice, and I can tell right away this is going to get ugly fast.

The auctioneer cues the music, and this goddess starts dancing on stage. Her body’s stiff; it’s clear she’s never done anything like this before, and that turns me on.

She’s timid at first, but then she finds her rhythm, her power, and I swear—it’s as if she’s enjoying the stage.

The room is hushed. No one can believe such a stunning star as her is for sale.

I’ve died and gone to heaven. I have to have this woman.

The bidding starts, and my brothers are the first to place their claim. I can’t have it. She deserves so much more than those two assholes will give her.

“Fifty thousand.”

“Sixty thousand.”

The entire crowd is going wild, and the higher the bid, the more she dances. Her confidence is going up with the bidding.

“Hundred grand,” I say.

I don’t care how much this costs.

I’m going to have her. Her body is driving me fucking insane. My cock is throbbing in anticipation of what she’ll feel like when I thrust deep into her virgin pussy.

My brothers might think they have this covered, but she’s mine.

I won’t stop until I know it’s a done deal. I’ll pay any price.