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After people-watching for almost twenty-five minutes and finding no prospects, I accept another glass of champagne and consider heading out. As I’m debating what to do, a man walks up onto the raised platform in the center of the room. He looks quite theatrical and wears a suit with tails along with a tophat and holds a walking stick with a sparkling crystal on its top. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he stepped right out of Moulin Rouge which is currently playing over on Broadway.
“Welcome to the White Auction, ladies and gentlemen. We have anything you could possibly want. Your heart’s desire” he assures the crowd who suddenly comes to life, completely animated and bursting with enthusiasm. I can feel the wave of anticipation building. “So many delights to bid on. Keep in mind, all bidding begins at five-thousand dollars. Now, let’s start the show!”
Leaning my shoulder against the wall, I watch as a young girl walks up onto the stage.
“This is Violet, but I promise you she’s not shy. In fact, she likes company, preferably in three’s, if you know what I mean,” the announcer says and people laugh, moving closer to the platform, watching the girl. She’s wearing a short skirt and does a little dance, shaking her ass. That’s when the bids start rolling in. Men yell out numbers and the more she flaunts herself, the more money they offer.
What in the actual fuck? With a deep frown, I keep watching, unable to look away. It’s like a train wreck that’s about to happen and, even though I know I should just walk away, I can’t. The girl bends over and flashes her ass to the room. Stifling a sigh, I listen to the final few offers and it becomes quite clear she’s offering herself for a ménage à trois.
“Bam! Twenty-thousand dollars is our top bid. Violet belongs to you for the night, my lovelies.”
Some couple struts over, each takes one of Violet’s hands and helps her walk down the stairs and out the door.
Lovely. I roll my eyes and ignore the disgust rising inside me, sharp and bitter like bile up the back of my throat. I don’t like to judge people. If they’re not hurting anyone then do whatever makes you happy. But, this right here isn’t my scene and I’m certainly not about to pay for sex.
I’m leaning against the wall, unable to look away, when twins parade onto the stage. The bidding erupts and I watch grown men scream out bids, fighting over these two young women. In the end, some skeezy guy in a rumpled suit walks to the end of the dais and gleefully rubs his hands together as the twins join him. They giggle and then disappear into the crowd of people.
Oh, for fuck’s sake. This is clearly some kind of weird sex auction and I’ll be damned before I pay to sleep with one of these women auctioning their bodies off. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I call Enzo as another woman parades onto the stage, flashing her tits to the audience who immediately lets out raucous hoots and whistles.
“Why’re you calling me when you’re supposed to be having hot sex with a stranger?” Enzo says in greeting.
“I don’t pay for sex,” I hiss into the phone. “What the hell kind of party is this?”
Enzo laughs. “How would I know? I told you I never went. But call me intrigued. What exactly is going on?”
“I could kill you, you know that?” He chuckles and I roll my eyes. “So, there’s this raised platform in the center of the room and this man dressed like some kind of weird Moulin Rouge character is auctioning off another girl as we speak. Bidding starts at five-thousand bucks and I guess the winner gets a night with their prize.”
“Ah, explains why they wanted a credit card on file,” Enzo murmurs. “Girls or women? Do they look legal?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure they’re at least eighteen. Well, from what I’ve seen so far, anyway.” His last comment has me frowning. “You gave them a credit card number?”
“I can’t remember. But now I’m thinking I must have. Huh. Maybe I should’ve gone to this.”
“It’s a damn meat market and not my scene. The first girl went for twenty grand. Who the hell is pocketing this money?”
“Good question. I honestly never looked into it. And, yeah, I was only kidding. Twenty grand is a bit much for a one-night stand. What’s so special about these women? Do they come with a stock certificate or what?”
“I have no idea,” I grumble. “But, I’m leaving.”
“Sorry, bro,” Enzo says sincerely. “I really thought you might be able to find somebody there.”
“Yeah, not likely. Talk to you later.” I hang up and, as I’m slipping my phone back into my pocket, another girl climbs up the stairs and moves beneath the spotlight. I’m about to head for the exit when I abruptly stop. I’m not sure what it is that captures my attention, but I pause mid-step and check out the newest piece of ass.
“Tonight, we have a very special young woman in our presence. Her name is…Mary…and it’s quite fitting since our lovely, little lamb has quite a bit to offer.”
Lamb. Purity…innocence…my heart sinks at the look on her face. It’s fear.
All of my attention zeroes in on the young woman standing in the middle of the stage. She’s wearing a thin white negligee that’s dangerously close to being sheer. With the light shining behind her, I can see straight through the bottom of her short nightgown and the outline of her slim thighs is clear. Her long blonde hair frames her angelic-looking face and it almost seems to glow. Kind of all gold and radiant like she has a halo surrounding her.
Despite standing tall and proud, I can’t miss the panicked look in her eyes and when I glance down at her hands, I swear they’re shaking. Unlike the other girls who paraded across the stage, willingly strutting their stuff, Mary just stands there looking like an angel in headlights.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say she doesn’t want to be up there. My chest tightens, heart twisting at the vulnerable look on her face. Is someone forcing her to do this? The thought makes me feel sick. I also have the overwhelming urge to reach out and help her off that damn stage.
“The bidding for our little virgin will start at ten grand.” He chuckles as the crowd erupts in a frenzy.
Virgin? Oh, hell, no.
“I’m sure you all understand why our little lamb is worth more than the rest. So let the bidding begin, you sinners! Who wants our sweet, little, innocent Mary?”
