I wanted this St. Patrick’s Day to be different and special. But I don’t know if I’ve gone a little too far.
I’m standing on an auction stage and rich men are bidding on me. I never in a million years would have thought I’d be up here. Yet here I am.
The stunning woman from the bar told us her name was Vivian and explained once we arrived that at this club men pay a very high price for what they want— and we are exactly the kind of women they want.
“What exactly do they buy?” We had asked her, aghast.
“Whatever you’re willing to sell,” she says. “And the price will rise accordingly.”
“Whatever we’re willing to sell,” I’d repeated, marveling at the thought of it. “Such as…?”
“You name it, they’ll buy it,” she says. “Dinner. Your company. A date with you. Anything you want.”
“Let’s go for it,” I’d announced.
“Are you sure, Jade?” Tessa had asked. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know,” I told her, nearly glaring at her.
I guess she finds me incapable of making my own decisions. Or at least any fun ones. But that was the old Jade.
The new Jade is on a mission to have fun and lose my virginity. I may as well get paid along the way.
It sounds like these men have money to burn and I want some of it to help with my sister’s college expenses. She doesn’t even have money to buy textbooks and has to study at the library or borrow from her friends.
I had promised myself that I would do what it takes should the opportunity arise to help her—and here is just such an opportunity. It’s also an opportunity to do something else I’ve been wanting to do— meet a man to whom I can lose my virginity.
“Well, if you’re down I’m down,” Tessa had agreed.
“And you both know I’m always down for anything,” Monique had added.
So here I am. On the stage. Going first. I’ve really become a lot more bold. I guess something about last week’s experience has changed me. Hardened me. But I also feel that I needed to be hardened.
“Let’s start off the bidding for the lovely Jade,” the auctioneer says.
He begins to read off a card that Vivian had prepared based on a brief interview of me earlier.
She had told me that the guys can bid on whatever they wanted and it was up to me to accept or reject their offers.
“Jade is nineteen years old and a student at Boston University. She enjoys reading and music. This is her first time here tonight at our exclusive club.”
“A thousand dollars to take her out for a drink,” shouts a man from the back row, and I try hard not to let my mouth fall to the floor.
A thousand dollars just for that? I think.
And here I’ve been letting guys buy me drinks for free during the two times I’ve gone out.
I actually feel stupid for a minute. But then I remember that those guys weren’t filthy rich.
“Do you accept?” the auctioneer asks me.
“Yes,” I nod, squinting into the crowd.
I can’t really get a good look at the guy in the back but I’d let Frankenstein take me out for a drink if it yielded me ten thousand dollars.
“Twenty- five thousand dollars to take her to dinner,” says a man sitting up closer, near the front row.
I take a deep breath. He’s rather rotund and sweaty looking. I really hope he doesn’t win.
“Do you accept?” the auctioneer asks me.
I nod, a bit more hesitant this time.
“Fifty thousand to take her to dinner,” shouts someone else.
I look around but can’t place him at first. Then I notice he’s at the bar. And he’s frigging gorgeous.
He’s so tall he seems to tower over everyone else in the place. He has a head full of wavy dark brown hair, as well as a beard and a mustache. I’m not usually attracted to facial hair but on him it looks amazing— as does the rest of him.
He’s only wearing a white tee shirt whereas most of the men here are wearing suits. The curve of his bulging muscle peeks out from under the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a tattoo. Tattoos are another thing I don’t normally go for but I’d go for anything on him. In fact, the tattoo makes me think he’s kind of dangerous and strong, and I immediately feel my panties dampen.
Please win, I mentally urge him. Please, please, please. Make my St. Patrick’s Day wish come true.
I stare into his gorgeous blue eyes and he is staring back into mine. I know he can tell what I’m thinking and I hope he acts on it.
I could stare at him all day but I’m jolted back to reality when another man from the audience shouts out, “One hundred thousand dollars for a hand job.”
Shocked, I look at him, expecting to see some gross old man. Instead, he’s just a regular looking— and even semi-attractive— guy. I suppose anything really does go on at this club, and no one even thinks anything of it.
“Do you accept?” the auctioneer asks me.
I look back at the man behind the bar.
Please beat this bid, I will him.
“Yes,” I tell the auctioneer.
“Five hundred thousand dollars to let me eat her sweet pussy,” he says loudly, staring straight back at me.
Now I’m dripping wet. I can’t believe his audacity. But I have to admit I love it.
I also can’t believe I’m going to be getting so much money. This will pay for a good chunk of my mom’s treatment.
“I accept,” I tell the auctioneer, before he even asks me.
“No fair,” the guy in the front protests, sweating even more profusely. “That’s way too high of a jump. Everyone is bidding so much so quickly.”
“Robert,” the auctioneer chastises him. “You know the rules. Which are that there are no rules.”
This is the strangest auction ever— even if it wasn’t for the fact that they’re auctioning me off. I’ve never been to any auctions of any kind before, but I know enough to know that this isn’t exactly normal.
“Well why is she so special?” the guy in front demands. “Why are they bidding up so high that no one can compete?”
“If you don’t like it, you’re free to leave,” the auctioneer scolds him. “The market bears what the market can bear. This girl is obviously worth a lot or people would not be bidding this high and you would not be complaining. And it’s not my fault if some of you have more money than others.”
“Oh, shut your self-righteous pie hole,” the man— apparently named Robert— says, and several men let out a laugh or a gasp. “Seven hundred thousand dollars if she’ll suck my cock.”
Now more of them gasp.
“Now Robert…” the auctioneer begins.
“I’m good for it,” he says. “I just closed on the Wilson Estate.”
“Fine,” the auctioneer says.
“Do you accept?” he asks me. He raises his eyebrows at me as he does it, as if to silently add, I wouldn’t.
“What happens if I don’t accept?” I whisper under my breath.
“Then the last offer stands unless someone increases the offer currently on the floor,” he says. “So you can accept Robert’s offer of seven hundred thousand dollars or Gavin’s offer for five hundred thousand.”
Gavin, I think. So that’s his name.
While seven hundred thousand dollars sounds great, there’s no way I want to be bought by Robert and have to go down on him. I’d much rather get five hundred thousand dollars to let Gavin pleasure me.
“Is she a virgin?” calls out the man in the back.
I look at Gavin, willing him to save me. He winks at me, as if he is accepting my request. And I blink at him as if to tell him that the answer is yes.
I am a virgin. And I want him to change that.
“I’m sorry, Dan, but I’ll have to check the rules on this one,” the auctioneer says. “There’s no information on the card, and there’s a standing offer on the floor…”
“Eight hundred thousand dollars to sleep with her,” the man calls out, without waiting for a final answer.
The hair on the back of my neck stands up. That’s a lot of money, and from what I can make out of the man in the back he appears to be a better option than Robert in the front row. But I don’t want either of them. I want Gavin.
“A million dollars to make her my sex slave for one night,” he says. “Just give me one night.”
He looks at me, as if saying it directly to me.
“That’s all I’ll need,” he adds.
“Now, Jade,” the auctioneer begins explaining. “I know this has gotten confusing because there are so many offers being thrown out. And at this point it doesn’t even make a lot of sense, because your options are either to stick with the five hundred thousand dollars Gavin offered for the… oral sex for your benefit…”
He looks flustered when finding the appropriate euphemisms, which I find funny considering his line of work.
“…or you can go all the way up to the one million dollar offer for the… uh, sex slave for the night offer,” he continues. “Or I suppose, technically, that you can accept any of the standing offers in between those two that were made by Gavin, or we’ll see if anyone wants to top that very generous, yet also demanding at the same time, offer…”
“Of course no one can top it,” Robert grumbles. “I always get outbid on all the best girls.”
His sex slave? I’m wondering. How can I agree to be his sex slave?
It sounds so wrong. So un-feminist.
How would I even explain it to Tessa and Monique? A night of silly fun leading to possible deflowering is one thing, but agreeing to be whisked away to what I can only imagine is some dungeon, by this mysterious yet oh so handsome and rich Gavin for the explicit purpose of being his sex slave is something altogether different.
But a million dollars could pay for my Mom’s cancer treatment and my sister’s college. With some money left over to spare.
Plus, I’ll get to spend the night with Gavin— who already makes my panties melt when he merely looks at me. If he can do that with his eyes, then what can he do with his hands? His tongue?
“I accept,” I tell the auctioneer, although I’m still looking at Gavin. “I most definitely accept.”