Throughout the rest of the evening, everyone comes up to Jade and I with congratulations.
“Nice going, man,” Isaac says, handing me another beer. “That was an epic proposal.”
I have to admit I agree with him. I sure pulled it off. Jade was sufficiently surprised and obviously hadn’t had a clue what was coming her way.
I even dance with her for the occasion, which I never fucking do. But we just got engaged and I just went in on a company that’s worth a lot of money and life is good.
We’re slow dancing to “Lady in Red” when Amanda comes back onto the stage.
“And now for that special surprise I was telling you about,” she says, looking around.
“What is this about, now?” Jade asks, peering up at me as if I’m keeping another secret from her, but I just shrug.
This time I’m as clueless as she is.
“I’d like to call Miss Priscilla to the stage,” Amanda continues.
The girl who climbs the stairs isn’t as timid as most of the girls who do that. She has obviously fake boobs and dyed blonde hair. She’s wearing an evening gown, very similar to the ones that the girls being auctioned off at the different clubs wear.
“Hi everyone,” she says, waving at us as if she’s a rock star at a concert.
“All you single guys are in for a treat,” Amanda says. “We’ve arranged something very special for you tonight, in celebration of the company’s annual party.”
“What the fuck?” Veronica says, and Jade and Celeste start echoing her three word sentiment.
“I have no idea,” Isaac says, throwing up his hands, and soon Maxim and I are taking similar defensive postures.
“We really didn’t know about this,” I tell them. I look pleadingly at Jade. “Come on, do you really think I’d go for this sort of spectacle on the night I propose?”
She takes a breath, as if that makes perfect sense, because it does. I honestly had no fucking clue.
“I’ve never been to a company party,” Maxim tells Celeste, and soon Isaac and I are echoing that statement. “I didn’t know it was like this.”
“I guess we should have figured,” Veronica says, slowing nodding her head. “I mean, this being the Exchange and all…”
And just like that, we all start laughing.
It does stand to reason that there’s a girl being auctioned off on stage at The Exchange. We’d probably be foolish to think it wouldn’t happen here.
“Priscilla is willing to do anything tonight with anyone who wants to,” Amanda says. “And I do mean anything. And anyone. Maybe multiple .”
With that, Priscilla drops her dress to the floor, showing off those fake tits in their full glory.
“Woah,” I say, quickly taking a drink of my beer.
Isaac pretends to study something on the floor while Maxim straight up turns around and looks at the wall on the other side of the room.
“I’m really sorry about this,” I tell Jade, meeting her eyes. “I had no clue. Really. And I only have eyes for you.”
“I know,” she says, smiling at me. “Let’s get out of here. We can continue our own celebration one on one.”
“Good idea,” Maxim says, grabbing Celeste’s hand.
“Yeah,” she agrees, as we all start heading for the door. “We have a lot to do before our wedding tomorrow. You guys should come! It’s going to be lots of fun. And not this kind of fun…”
She gestures towards the woman on stage, as multiple bidders begin calling out prices at once, totally grandstanding and making my little show earlier look like nothing compared to this spectacle. Jade doesn’t seem to agree, though. She squeezes my hand as if what I just did for her was the best show on earth.
“We’d love to,” Veronica says. “But we have Flannery with us. Her nanny is with her at the hotel so we have to get back soon anyway.”
“Bring her!” Celeste insists. “There will be other kids there too. We love kids.”
“Yeah, hopefully we’ll have some of our own soon,” Maxim says.
By the tone in his voice, I can tell he’s not just saying that to get out of trouble for buying into a club that currently features a naked girl auctioning herself into a gangbang. He really means it.
“Okay,” Celeste says, as we all head out to our separate limos. “I think we’ll be there.”
“We will too,” Jade says, squeezing my hand again. “Right, honey?”
“Why not?” I answer. “It could give us some more ideas for our own wedding. And it’s a lot more wholesome than the debauchery going on in there.”