CHAPTER FIVE
The first thing I did when I got home was open my laptop and type in the web address on the back of the card. It took some time to load, but once it did, my eyes nearly bugged out of my head.
On the top of the page, the words Breslyn Auction Club were written in a floating cursive. Underneath was a picture of breathtaking women clinging to handsome men, all of them wearing designer suits. The guys on the front page all had blazing eyes and sinister smirks on their faces that made me shiver. I scrolled down, reading through the introduction.
Hello and welcome,
If you have found your way to this page, then you have been invited into one of the most exclusive clubs in the world. Breslyn Auction Club pairs well-to-do men with beautiful women from all over the globe. If you are here, then chances are you are one of those women. Are you ready to embark on a journey that will change your life? Are you ready to turn your back on the 9-to-5 job and join a world of luxury? Most of our girls make over $50,000 a week on a schedule that fits their needs.
“Whoa…” I read through sentence one more time, just to make sure I had gotten the amount right. “$50,000 a week… at that rate… I could pay everything off in less than a year.” My heart started to race at the possibility.
While that certainly may seem lucrative, it also means you have to be ready to put in the commitment. Our clients are looking for high-class females only, who know exactly how to treat them right. Once you’re alone with the client, you’re free to do as you please, but keep in mind that your actions will determine how much they pay for your services.
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Breslyn’s was an auction club alright… but it didn’t action off antiques. I thought back to Rosie. Had she been auctioned off to a billionaire? Was she used to going home with one? Was that why she could afford all her nice clothes?
I scrolled down to the bottom of the page where there was a picture of an attractive man. He had short black hair, a chiseled face, sharp nose, and eyes that could kill.
This week’s VIP: Austin Mallory.
Austin is the CEO and founder of Drone Air Technologies. An engineer by education, he managed to start up his empire at a very young age. Now, he is a self-made billionaire, looking to take someone home. Austin is currently looking for a woman to pose as his wife for his upcoming trip to Fiji. Do you have what it takes to impress this boy genius? If so make sure to attend this weekend’s auction!
I stared at Austin’s picture, feeling my cheeks flush. He was incredibly attractive. In the picture, he had his dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, showing off his muscular body. His pecs looked firm and his abs even firmer. My eyes wandered down his body, focusing on his thighs, wondering…
I imagined running my fingers along his body, getting down to his pants… slowly unbuttoning them.
My fantasy continued. I took off his pants with my mind, picturing what he looked like without any boxers on. I had no doubt he was well-endowed. The way he presented himself alone, made me feel like he was confident – like he was the kind of guy who took control in bed – and I liked that. A lot.
Suddenly, we were in bed together. He had me pinned to the mattress, his sapphire eyes looking right into my soul. I could almost feel his hot breath against my neck as he leaned down, carefully unbuttoning my blouse with one hand. He started to grope my breasts without hesitation, twisting my nipples between his fingers.
I moaned, not realizing that my hand had unconsciously slipped between my legs. I blushed darkly, exploring the website a little further. I tried to ignore the fact that I was so turned on by the idea of a man paying so much money to be with me. I smirked, wondering how much I would go for. Would someone like Austin actually bid on me, especially if girls like Rosie were my competition? A hint of doubt crossed my mind before I shook my head.
“No… at fifty grand, I can’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers.” I looked around for a contact number. This had to be the answer to all my troubles. A few successful auctions and I’d be on top of things once again. And if I didn’t like it, I could always quit. Right?
Not that I thought I would… the burning between my thighs made it obvious how turned on I was. I could make some money and have some fun doing so, couldn’t I? I grinned, naughty thoughts flooding my mind. All I had to do was get to this week’s auction and maybe, I’d end up going to Fiji with Austin.
At the bottom of the page was a number. I grabbed my phone and dialed it quickly, waiting impatiently for someone to answer.
The phone clicked, indicating that someone had picked up, but no one said anything. “Hello?” I asked.
“Hello.” A woman’s voice sounded through the line. It was well-measured and full of wisdom as if this woman knew the secrets to the universe. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
“Hello, I’m calling to inquire about…” I paused, wondering whether I should really go through with this. Would I really sell my body for money? I thought about Austin. If it meant sleeping with someone like him… I wasn’t about to say no. “Breslyn’s Auction Club.”
“Ah, perfect. Would you like to make an appointment?”
“Uh, sure,” I said, feeling nervous.
“Great. This will be an informal interview. Don’t worry too much about it, dear. How does 6 PM, tomorrow evening sound?”
I didn’t even bother to look at my schedule. “Perfect.”
“Good. Good. Well, my name is Victoria Chambers. Since you’re calling this number, I’m going to assume you’ve already visited our website. You can find the address there. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow evening.” Without another word, the woman hung up, leaving me sitting there, my phone still pressed to my ear. I was actually going through with this…