Tank
“All right, boys!” shouted out the lead singer of the band, a gnarly-looking dude with a face covered in tattoos. “It’s the time of the night we’ve all been fuckin’ waiting for!”
A loud roar came up from the men in attendance, the sound deafening. The boys here were all full of booze, piss, and vinegar, and we were ready to bid on some pussy.
“Then let’s fuckin’ do this!”
We all packed close to the stage, the smell of sweat, booze, and cigarettes rushing to my nose. The lights of the back of the room dimmed, and spotlights shone on the stage. The stage was done up like a burlesque kind of thing, with red and black curtains. The girls who ran the auction behind the scenes loved doing this kind of shit, and it showed. Some of the girls were even women who’d been bid on and cast aside when their owners got bored of them. I guess once they got a taste of the skin game, they couldn’t leave it behind.
The band started into a chugging, raunchy tune, the lead singer grabbing the mike and walking to the middle of the stage.
“One more time, boys—you fuckin’ ready for this?” he yelled, raising his hands in the air.
Another roar sounded up from the crowd. We were good and ready.
My boys were at my side, and I flashed a quick glance at Dakin. He gave me a nod, a smirk on his face. I could tell he was ready for a bidding war.
“Send out the first piece of ass!”
The band played, and the spotlight fell on the side. After a moment, a skinny girl with red hair and a frightened look on her face walked onto the stage with hesitating steps. She was dressed in a green bra and panty set that looked nice against her skin. But she was all bones—I need a little meat on my girls. Not to mention a little more energy
“Let’s give a fuckin’ hand for Melody!” shouted the lead singer.
The crowd was happy to do just that.
“She’s a hot little co-ed out of the University of Central Florida. Her interests including going to college ball games, reading, and suckin’ cock!”
Another cheer sounded out. Every detail about the girls was made up on the spot—for all we knew they all came from the same Ukrainian whorehouse. The girl slowly made her way to the middle of the stage, the spotlight beaming down on her the whole time. Once she reached the middle, she stood frozen still, staring out at the crowd with enormous eyes.
I had to laugh at girls like this, wondering just what the hell was going through their head at this moment.
“Let’s start the bidding at 10k!”
A few hands shot up, and the bidding was off. It went up quick and I was surprised that so many guys would be pouncing on this one. After all, they usually saved the choicest cuts of meat for later in the show. The bidding was back and forth, the amount quickly climbing into the thirties. Finally, one of the boys from the War Pigs, a crew out of Tallahassee, planted his flag down at thirty-eight thousand and no one else wanted to go higher. The scared little girl was his, and pounding series of riffs from the band announced the closing of the bids.
“Next, we got Amber!”
The spotlight shot over to the other side of the stage, and a leggy blonde with big titties and an ass to match strode out into the middle of it. She had a big smile on her face and commanded the stage as soon as she walked on. Some girls were like this, and I loved it. Once that spotlight went them and they realized that they had the attention of an entire room of men who were ready to rip each other’s nuts off like wild chimps just for a chance at her, something changed inside of her and she was never the same.
“She’s a teenage runaway out of West Palm and her hobbies include hard-drinkin,’, hard-partyin’, and even harder fuckin’!”
This description sent out another wave of cheers in the crowd. The girl on the stage was loving every minute of the attention. She strutted from one end of the stage to the other, putting her hands on her hips and cocking them from side to side, flashing her pearly whites as she did. The stage light almost had a hard time keeping up with her.
“Now that’s my shit!” shouted Cruiser, slapping my arm with one hand and pointing to the girl on the stage with the other.
“Buy ’er up my man!” I said.
Once she came to a stop in the center of the stage light, the bidding started instantly. The bidding went up by the thousands, then by fives, then by tens. I suppose she didn’t strike anyone as being worth six figures, however, since her final asking price ended up in the low nineties.
“What gives, Cruiser?” I asked, noting the disappointment on my VP’s face as the girl was lead off stage.
“Too fuckin’ rich for my blood,” he said. “Guess I’m gonna have to get one of them low-rent sluts. What about you, though? You cleaned up more than any of us on the last few deals. You should be walking outta here with a bitch on each arm!”
“We’ll see,” I said.
Sure, I had cash to spend, but I wasn’t gonna just throw it at the first hottie that caught my eye. I wanted something special. Then again, I had to remind myself of just what had gone down last year when I’d waited until the last minute and I’d walked home emptyhanded. I vowed that it wouldn’t happen again, and that when I knew the girl I wanted, I’d get her at any cost.
Another girl came out onto the stage, some brunette with a waifish body that looked like it’d break in half under a strong wind. She was pretty enough in the face, but not worth my time. Plenty of the other guys must’ve thought the same thing since she barely pushed 20K when she topped out.
Next girl was a hot-as-hell redhead with the face of a damn cover model. She was a little heavy, but in all the right places, filling out the skimpy lingerie she was dolled up in perfectly. I considered placing a bid, but when the amounts shot up like a rocket, I decided she wasn’t worth breaking the bank over. The winning bid ended up topping just over six figures, and the crowd went wild at this.
“Aw, man,” said Cruiser, pointing to the winning bidder. “She’s goin’ home with Smitty from the wizards. Good fuckin’ luck with that, toots.”
I winced when Cruiser pointed this out. Smitty was a real asshole, to put it mildly, and had a bit of a reputation of going a little, well, hard in the paint, as the brothers said, on his women. He liked it rough, and the scared expressions and heavy makeup that his girls tended to wear after he had a good few weeks with them were enough to make it clear that this redhead had just lost the auction lottery.
Next girl was a nondescript blonde, the one after that was a big-tittied brunette that didn’t catch my eye, followed by another blonde, then another one. I was starting to wonder just what the fuck was wrong with me. I mean, any one of these girls I’d have been happy to bend over the nearest couch and fuck to kingdom come, but not a single one managed to inspire me to stick my hand up and throw some money down. Even Cruiser’d managed to snatch up a pretty little thing.
“You’re gonna fuckin’ miss out!” he shouted, giving me a slap on the back.
He was right. I mean, it was easy enough for me to get pussy, so it wasn’t that at all. I had no idea what was going on with me.
But before I could spend too much time in my own head, the lead singer strutted onto the stage once more.
“All right, boys—this next girl’s a real special little number. Blonde upstairs and down—believe me, they checked—and always up for a fuck whenever and wherever; here’s Tiffany!”
The stage light hung near the side for a little while, which was the hint that it was one of the shyer girls.
Maybe I’d pick up one of them tonight, I thought. Something about spoiling a good girl’s innocence was enough to get me hard as diamonds every time.
Soon the girl came out onto the stage with careful little steps, and I just about spit out the whiskey I was sipping on.
It was the girl from the diner.
At first, I thought I might be seeing things, that I just had the girl’s image burned so hard into my head that I was seeing her face where she wasn’t, like in those corny movies where the guy breaks up with his girlfriend and sees her on the face of every woman he comes across. When I stared her down hard, however, I knew it was her. I recognized that body, those killer green eyes, that straw-colored hair. She wasn’t wearing the generic young girl clothes she’d had on earlier, either—she was dressed in nothing but a skintight white teddy that showed off every curve of that inhumanly sexy body.
And as she came out onto the stage and her eyes happened to lock onto mine, I knew that she recognized me, too.
Well, I’d been waiting for a sign of who to bid on, and I didn’t think it was gonna get any clearer than this.
“I think this girl’s somethin’ real special, boys. Whaddya all think?”
A massive cheer came up from the crowd.
“So special, in fact, that I think we oughta start at 100k.”
The singer moved to the girl’s side and slipped his arms around the girl’s shoulders.
“What do you think, honey?” he asked. “You think you’re worth a fortune?”
He shoved the microphone in the girl’s face, and it was clear as day that she wasn’t thrilled about being the center of attention.
“Um, I guess,” she said, her voice thin and small.
“Hear that, guys? I think she’s down!”
He removed his arm from the girl and strode across the stage.
“Let’s get this girl bought and fucked—whaddya say?”
More insane cheering.
“Bidding starts at 100k!”
A hand shot up right away; it was some clown from one of the lesser MCs. The bid was taken, then another hand shot up. Then another, then another. Less than a minute later the girl was already at two hundred, smashing the previous high of the evening.
I decided that I’d played it cool for long enough and raised my hand for two hundred and fifty. But before I could feel too good about knocking some of the lower guys out of the bidding, another hand shot up nearby.
It was Dakin.
“Three hundred,” he said, throwing me a look that seemed to say that it was on.
“Three ten,” I shouted.
“Three thirty!” he returned.
Oh, you want a fuckin’ bidding war? I thought. Then you got one.
“Three fifty!”
The bidding went back and forth, the faces of the crowd swinging back and forth between me and Dakin. It was like the most expensive game of chicken of all time, and I wondered if he’d drive me into the fuckin’ poor house over this piece of pussy. But I didn’t give a fuck. I had money to spare, and though I couldn’t quite figure out why, I needed this goddamn girl.
We swapped tens of thousands back, the number crawling up and up.
“Four hundred!” said Dakin.
“Now, I may be wrong,” said the lead singer, “but I just think that might be a new auction record!”
The amount was getting ludicrous, but I didn’t care. The eyes of the crowd were on me, and the band had stopped playing back at three hundred. Everyone there wanted to know how high this blonde little number was gonna get.
And right then, with everyone looking at me, I decided playtime was over.
“Five hundred!”
There was silence for a moment as if no one was really sure if they’d heard correctly or not.
“Do we have … five hundred?” asked the lead singer.
“Yeah,” I said. “You heard that right.”
Then my eyes shot to Dakin. I was eager as fuck to see what his move was gonna be. Either he was gonna take this shit into the fuckin’ stratosphere, or he was done.
He shot a dirty look at me, clenched his jaw, and stormed off.
“I think that means he’s out!” shouted the lead singer. “Sold! To the man with big pockets for 500k!”
I should’ve felt stupid. I should’ve felt like I’d just made the mistake of my life. After all, I’d just spent a third of what I’d spent on my new house on this girl. But I didn’t regret a damn thing. And as I stood there, drink in hand, the crowd exploding in wild cheers around me, all I could think was how I could’ve spent another five hundred more.