Sofie
“Oh my god. You look like a hooker!”
I stop midway through applying my eyeliner to grin at Chloe in the mirror. Her reflection smiles back at me.
“Don’t be a bitch. You know I look good.” I go back to finishing my eyeliner. I don’t want to put on too much, but I’m still going for that Fuck Me look.
I finish my eyes and put a light layer of rouge on my cheeks. Just enough to emphasize the contours. Normally, I don’t wear this much makeup, but this is a special occasion. I take one more appraising look in the mirror and blow a kiss at my perfect reflection. Then I turn and shoot some shade back at Chloe.
“I’m just so excited for your first auction! There are going to be a ton of guys there. And you know you’re getting a super high bid, right?” She leans over my shoulder to put on her lipstick, and I feel her hair lightly graze my neck. “So, what are you going to wear?”
I grab my dress from her bed and hold it up in front of me. It’s a modest little number from a fall catalog of a store I can’t remember. I like the colors, and I think it will make me stand out a bit tonight.
Chloe isn’t impressed.
“Huh. And you think this whole granny image is gonna work for you? You got some butterscotch candies in a big bag you keep with you, too?”
“This is the sexiest thing I own. What’s wrong with it? I think it’s cute!”
“Girl, you’re not going to attract a dragon cock with that thing on! More like a droopy cock. If you want these boys to bring out the fat stacks, you’re going to have to give them something worth bidding on, babe. You have to get them all hot and bothered so they feel like they have to have you!”
I hold up the dress to look at it.
“And…I can’t do that in this?”
“Sure, if this was 1957.” She rolls her eyes. “Fuck no, woman, you can’t do it in that! Let me ask you something: do you feel sexy when you’re wearing it? Like you’re ready to be fucked? Or do you feel like you’re on your way to a librarian’s convention?”
I giggle and blush a little. God, Chloe doesn’t hold back, does she?
“Maybe I’m not aiming for sexy. It’s a smart choice because I want to stand out, and I thought it would make me look classy and intelligent. You know, since it’s a charity thing.”
“Sweetie, they’re not bidding on your brains. It’s okay, I can fix this. Let’s see what Miss Chloe has for you.” Chloe looks through her closet.
We’re pretty close in size, both having a somewhat lithe frame. The biggest difference in our bodies is that my chest is bigger. My breasts are large enough that I should have a bra on, but young enough that I can still get away without it. And babe, let me tell you, I’m going to get away with that shit as long as I can.
“Mmhmm, this will do just fine.” She pulls out a simple little black number, but it’s cut high and fits tight in all the right places.
“It would look perfect with my black lace La Perla. But, I can’t wear your dress tonight—the top will be so tight that I’ll burst right out of it.”
“Girl, the only thing you can’t do tonight is show up looking like a fucking granny!”
Fine. Taking the dress from her, I pull it on over my head, if only to appease her for the moment. Chloe has a little more junk in her trunk than I have, so I don’t expect it to fit perfectly.
At first, the cool fabric gently hugs my curves. It takes a bit of effort to get my breasts seated in the right place, though. I know I’m going to stretch it out, but I can already feel that it’s totally worth it.
I look at my reflection in the mirror and am amazed.
“Oh, wow. Okay. I do feel…kind of sexy.” This dress could probably make anyone look good, but I’ve been blessed with a lot to work with. I look fucking amazing.
Chloe gives me another once over, spending an extra second or two really checking how the dress sits on my ass and tits. Even though it’s only Chloe, it feels kind of good to have someone really look at me, to feel them drink my body in.
I bend over to start fastening the straps on my black six-inch stilettos, and I can feel the bottom of the dress ride up and expose my panties. I notice she’s still watching me.
“Mmhmm, babe, you look totally fuckable. They’re gonna love you! But you better not bend over in that dress, or they won’t even have to bid!” Chloe laughs and turns back to the closet to finish getting herself ready.
“Maybe it would drive the bids higher.” It’s bad, but I sort of like that idea.
Sitting in front of the mirror again, I lightly tease my shoulder length, wavy brown hair. With just enough product, I can perfectly hold this sexy-casual look of not really having done anything with it at all.
I do look sexy. I know that this charity date auction is to raise funds for children, and I’m really hoping to make a good impression with the charity, but the only thing I can think about now as I look at myself in the mirror is this insane feeling: I could totally get laid tonight.
Which reminds me…
“What do you think the men are going to be like?”
“Old and rich.”
What the fuck? Here I am getting myself psyched up for some hot guys to bid on me, and Chloe’s totally popping that bubble.
She sees the look on my face, and starts laughing.
“There may be some old people there, but most of the time it’s the young trust fund dudes who’ve never had to work a day in their life, or the rich workaholics who don’t have time for a relationship. Those are the ones that show up. One type is just in it for the fun, the other for the tax write-off. Either way, their pockets are deep and they’ll have plenty to spend. Might make for a very memorable date.”
That’s exactly what I want to hear. I want tonight to be a great night for both us and The Fostering Angels Charity. They only do a few of these date auctions a year, and I want this one to be a really big pay-out for them.
Plus, I’m hoping that once I graduate, I can get a good job and donate money there myself. If I make a good enough impression tonight, maybe they’ll remember me.
It wasn’t easy being a foster kid, and I am sure it’s not any better for them today. I want to do my part to pay it forward, and give these kids a chance at happiness. Not all of them will get chosen by a great family like I did.
And, if I can get laid by some hot trust fund guy in the process of raising money for charity, I’m not going to pretend like I wouldn’t kind of enjoy it. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m seeing a new side of myself tonight. A side of myself that actually likes the idea of being bought by a rich man, wined and dined and maybe even a little more for the evening.
I mean, hello, who wouldn’t jump at that chance?
Chloe comes up next to me, putting her arm around me. I feel the heat from her body as she stands next to me. I look at our reflection in the mirror. We look really fucking hot.
“We look like a couple of those girls in the smutty romance novels that we read,” I say. “Like those ones who auction off their virginity or some shit.”
Chloe and I both laugh.
“Yeah. Except that ship has sailed a long damn time ago. I wonder if anyone there will have a gigantic cock like they always do in the stories? Maybe we’ll both get taken home and fucked for hours by 12 inches of man meat!”
Chloe laughs and I gulp. I mean, 12 inches of man meat is, like…a lot of man meat.
“How about a shot?” I propose. I’m gonna need it at this point.
“Hell yeah.”
She pours two shots of tequila, and we toss them back without the aid of lime or salt. We make ridiculous faces at each other as the warm liquid burns its way down our throats.
If I’m lucky, that won’t be the only warm liquid I’ll swallow tonight! The thought pops into my head before my good-girl brain has a chance to censor it. Fuck, a little eyeliner, six-inch heels and a little black dress is apparently all it takes to turn me into a total slut for the evening. Even that one little thought makes my pussy clench. Who am I right now?
Chloe’s phone beeps.
“Cool. Our Uber is here.”
We go downstairs and get into the black SUV that’s waiting. The driver can’t keep his eyes off us. Even that starts to turn me on. It reaffirms how amazing we both look. I try to imagine what he’s thinking about when he looks at us. He’s probably fantasizing about us kissing each other or some shit, then fighting over who gets to suck his throbbing cock first.
Damn, I swear this isn’t normally like me. I’m usually pretty shy about sex stuff, I swear! But I’m one horny bitch tonight, aren’t I? Let’s hope for the sake of this story that I actually get some later so you aren’t subjected to chapters and chapters of unfulfilled fantasies from my undersexed brain.
I’m torn from my little reverie by Chloe’s voice.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Sorry, I missed it. What did you say?”
“I said, there were fliers up everywhere for this thing. I think there will be a lot of guys there tonight! Guys with fat wallets!”
“Let’s just hope they have the big packages to go with it!”
Oh my god. I can’t believe I actually just said that. New Sofie is saying things that would make Old Sofie blush the makeup right off her cheeks.
The driver looks at us in his mirror again.
“You ladies going to the auction tonight?”
“Did you think we got all dressed up just for you?” Chloe can really be such a bitch sometimes, but I can’t hide my laugh.
“Damn, now I know I can’t afford you! You two are gonna knock ’em dead out there!”
I can almost hear Chloe’s mind working as she starts speaking to the driver again.
“Hmm, baby, that’s so sweet of you to say. Now, you know that none of this money goes to us, right? It’s all for the charity—for the foster kids. So, what do you think it would take for us to forget about how much this ride is going to cost?”
Our driver shifts in his seat, and I’m sure his cock is starting to swell in his pants. That’s Chloe for you.
I let the two of them flirt back and forth with each other as my mind drifts to the auction. I’m a little nervous, sure. But at the same time, I can’t wait for the action to start. At the very least, I’ll get an amazing experience out of this. A fantasy date with a billionaire.
At the most…well, my pussy starts to ache and throb just thinking about it. Not a single bid has been placed—we’re not even there yet, and I am already soaking wet.
It’s been too long since I got laid, and that was back with Greg. Ugh. Fucking Greg. I could actually really use a crazy awesome, sexy experience that doesn’t have his dirty hands all over it. Something wild enough and intense enough that I can forget about that asshole completely, once and for all.
But I so don’t want to think about him right now. I want to think about the charity we’re doing this for. I want to think about how hot I look in all this makeup and Chloe’s tight little black dress.
And, fine. I’ll admit it, but don’t tell anyone, okay?
Most of all, I want to think about those massive billionaire cocks, just waiting to have my pussy lips wrapped around them.