I had been a millionaire for over a month and I was already getting tired of the lifestyle.  The hotel suite was nice, and I couldn’t believe they were still letting us stay there for free, but it wasn’t home.  I actually missed the dirty mattress in our apartment, even if I did wake up feeling like death after a cramped night of sleep.  The drugs were taking a toll on my body and I hadn’t seen the inside of a gym since I hit the button that changed my life.  Even the random array of whores weren’t doing it for me anymore.

“Come on, Ruck.  We’re going to be late!”  Tommy opened the door that connected our suites and motioned with his hand.  “I got some nose candy for us to get started with.”

“You know what...”  I shook my head back and forth.  “I think I’m just going to chill here tonight and maybe order some room service.”

“Dude, this is a party being thrown by Carlos!  It’s going to be epic as fuck!  Pussy everywhere—drugs everywhere!  It’s not something you skip.”  Tommy looked at me like I had just said I was going to become a priest.

“Not tonight, Tommy.”  I walked over and sat down on the couch.  “You’ll be fine without me for one night, just don’t pick a fight with anybody.”

“Sure thing...”  Tommy stared for a moment and then pulled the door closed.

If there was one thing that was good about getting punched in the skull on a regular basis, it was that you never really felt the rest of the aches.  My joints were stiff, my knees cracked when I walked, and my body just felt old.  The drugs and alcohol only masked it and when they wore off, I felt even worse.  It didn’t seem to be getting any better either.  It was just one new age-related discovery after another.  I thought I would feel better when I stopped fighting, but I didn’t.  I felt worse.

Even my dick feels like it’s tired of this shit.

I always thought having a new woman to suck me dry every day would be a dream come true, but even that started to lose its luster.  There were a few extremely hot ones, like Carmella, but even the thought of her didn’t make my cock twitch anymore.  I actually missed the things I did when I had a girlfriend.  It wasn’t just drugs, sex, take a break, and fuck again.  There were other moments too, good ones, and those couldn’t be replicated with a whore.  My lifestyle wasn’t one that made me easy to love when I was fighting every night, and my relationships fizzled out fairly quickly.  Even the ones that seemed okay with it at first weren’t prepared for what it meant to date someone that got punched in the head multiple times a night, especially when some days I forgot their fucking name.

All right, let’s get some room service.  Food would be nice.

Binging on cocaine killed my appetite most days but after staying away from it for a couple of days, I felt absolutely famished.  I ordered a steak, a burger, and two servings of fries.  None of it was exactly healthy, but I was feeling so hungry that I could have probably eaten the cow raw at that point.  I flipped through the channels on my television while I waited. When the knock finally came at the door nearly an hour later, I quickly ran over to open it.

“Carlos?”  I blinked in surprise when I realized it wasn’t my dinner on the other side of the door.

“Ruck.”  Carlos nodded and stepped into my suite without waiting for an invitation.

I had only seen Carlos a few times in my life.  He was a legendary fight promoter, pimp, and was excellent at convincing guys to get in the cage in exchange for pussy.  Most of the business he did was over the telephone or through intermediaries.  The fact he was visiting me personally suggested that he had more on his mind than casual conversation.  I closed my door and followed him into the living room area of the suite.

“Is something wrong?”  I leaned against the wall.

“You blew off my party.”  He looked around the room and then turned to me.

“Is that what Tommy told you?  No way, man.  I just needed to chill out tonight.  It’s nothing against you.  Trust me, I love your parties.”  I smiled and nodded.

“I get it.”  Carlos nodded and smiled slightly.  “You aren’t used to this lifestyle.  It isn’t easy.  That’s why you don’t see me around any of the parties myself.  I throw them so others can have fun.  I prefer a quiet evening and a glass of Chardonnay.  I leave the fun stuff to the young guys like you.”

“I’m not feeling so young right now.”  I shook my head and sighed.

“I think it is fair to say that you’ve made the most of this experience.  You’ve hit the limit.  A lot of guys would just become coke heads for the rest of an ever-shortening life until rehab or death ended it.  Guys like that never get tired of having someone new in their bed every night and will pop blue pills to keep the magic going.  There’s something different about you, and money couldn’t change who you are at the core.”  Carlos tilted his head, speaking rather eloquently, even when he used slang.

“It’s probably just a result of getting punched in the head so many times.  My brain is so fucked up it can’t even get addicted to shit.”  I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders.

“No, that isn’t quite it.”  He shook his head back and forth.  “I think you’re a lot like me.  You grew up with nothing and when you had something, you dove in head first.  I hit my limit too with that experience and now I chase new ones.”

“New ones?”  I raised my eyebrows.

“One in particular.  One that is a new experience every time.”  He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to me.

“Sin City Auction?”  I read the name on the card out loud and flipped it over in my hand.

“Guys, girls, whatever you want.  They’re guaranteed to be as pure as the day they were born.”  He nodded and smiled again.  “You get them for an entire weekend to do whatever filthy things you want to do with them.”

“Shit, Carlos.”  My eyes got wide as I processed what he said.  “This has to be fucking expensive.”

“You’ve got money now, Ruck.  You’re allowed to buy expensive things—especially new experiences.”  Carlos walked up, patted me on the shoulder, and then started walking towards the door.

A few minutes after Carlos left, there was another knock at the door and I opened it to see a waiter with my food.  He wheeled the table in and I tipped him generously.  I sat down and started cutting my steak as I stared at the card.  I had never fucked a virgin before.  It would definitely be a new experience.  There was no way it would be cheap.  After I gorged on my food to the point that my stomach couldn’t hold another bite, I loaded up the website on my phone.  It had more information, but I immediately shook my head when I saw the price.

Two-fifty large?  That’s the minimum?  Fuck no.  That much money would have kept me going for five years or more before I hit the jackpot.

I sat down on the couch and watched some television, but I found myself returning to the website to look at what it offered.  The thought of taking an innocent girl that had never been fucked before and completely destroying her was enticing.  Thinking about it made my cock start to get hard in my pants without any stimulation at all.  I typed my contact information into the bidding section and put my phone down.  I still had time to think about it, but I was leaning towards blowing a lot of money on one weekend that I probably wouldn’t forget, even with my Swiss cheese brain.

***

“WHAT THE FUCK?”  I sat up in bed and heard someone pounding on my hotel room door.

It wasn’t extremely early, but I was trying to sleep in after staying up fairly late to watch television.  I finally stumbled across the heated marble floor to look through the peephole on the door.  I saw what appeared to be a woman, although it could have easily been a man wearing a wig, on the other side.  I opened the door with a confused stare on my face and she pushed the door open without asking to come inside.  I was getting tired of people doing that.

“My name is Tatiana.  This is Dr. Wilson.”  She threw a thumb over her shoulder and an older man with white hair followed her in, clutching a bag in his hand.

“Hello.”  He nodded to me as he followed the broad-shouldered woman.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”  I turned to them, but I didn’t close the door.  “I didn’t ask for a doctor—or a date that might be able to take a punch better than me.”

“We’re from Sin City Auction.”  The woman spoke in a thick Russian accent.  “We need to get a blood sample.”

“What?  A blood sample?”  I looked at her and then to the alleged doctor.

“Yes, this is very routine.”  The white haired doctor put down his bag and opened it.  “My nurse normally does this, but it won’t take long.”

“What the fuck do you want a blood sample for?”  The doctor walked over with a needle and I pulled my arm away.

“You want to buy a virgin, yes?”  Tatiana tapped her foot on the floor and glared at me.

“I mean, yeah—I signed up to go to the auction.”  I narrowed my eyes at her.  “I didn’t sign up to participate in some Russian experiment.”

“Our auction is extremely professional.”  She huffed and tapped her foot even faster.  “We have to make sure you have none of the whore diseases this town is known for.”

“Okay, whatever.”  I held out my arm and the doctor quickly jammed his needle into it.

“You will abstain from sexual intercourse until the auction.  If you cannot agree to that, you cannot participate.”  She slowed her tapping foot when she saw the blood pouring into the doctor’s syringe.

“I don’t think that will be a problem.”  I shrugged and waited for the doctor to finish.

“We will email you a time and location.  Bring lots of money.”  Her ice-cold face turned to a smile and they started walking towards the door.

“Thank you.”  The doctor nodded and quickly followed her.