Page 99 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

“Going live in three, two, one. And we’re live. Ten thousand viewersand counting.”

Beautiful.

“Ladies and gentleman of the internet,” I said into thenearest camera. “Welcome to the world’s first live sex auction.”

Chapter 23 – Selling the Virgin

The events of Sunday, Sept 22, 2013, as told by the banana king

“The entire show will be completely free to view,” I said. “Butif you’d like to help choose the fate of our beautiful models, I invite you tobid on the options on the right side of your screen.” Now I just had to figure outwhat to have them bid on…

Cheers erupted from the buyers as the guard at cabana #1blasted Chastity’s friend with a thick load of cum. His white cum really stoodout on the black fabric. And it looked even better dripping down onto her tantits.

Lucky bastard.

Although he wasn’t that lucky. Because he wasn’t going to getto fuck Ash tonight. And I was.

When the guard was finished cumming on her, the model stoodup, spun around, and walked straight back down the runway with the same ferocityas before. As if she hadn’t just given some random dude a blowjob.

I tried to grab her leash as she walked by me, but she tuggedit away from me and whipped my hand with it. And then she walked off stage.

What the hell?

“Did you tell her to do that?” I asked into my earpiece.

“No, sir. We just told her to go walk the runway and then goback to you to get auctioned.”

So she wanted to blow some random guard? But she didn’t wantto get auctioned? I was so confused. And kind of intrigued. But for now…theshow had to go on.

“Okay,” I said. “I hope you all enjoyed that little teaser. Nowit’s your turn to be in control.” I looked over at Chastity on the side of thestage. She had one hand on her hip while she twirled her leash with her other, seeminglynot giving a single fuck that she was about to get auctioned. It was thehottest I’d ever seen her look. Probably because there was a bag covering her face.Don’t get me wrong – she was beautiful. But when I couldn’t see her face, itwas easy to just focus on her tits and forget that she was my mortal enemy.

“Our next model is recently engaged. So my first question toyou, good people of the internet, is… Should we let her fiancé know that hisgirl is about to get auctioned?”

The optionsyesandnoappeared on the three-story-tallscreen behind me. A timer next to the options started counting down from thirtyseconds.

“This is a tough choice,” I said to the live audience. “Part ofme thinksnois the better option. I mean…it seems rude to make the poorguy watch his fiancée get auctioned to the highest bidder. But in defense ofchoosingyes, it does seem a bit unsporting to auction a man’s fiancée withoutgiving him a chance to buy her. This could actually be a beautiful moment intheir relationship if he outbids the entire internet to keep her pussy all tohimself.”

I looked back at the screen. Ten seconds left.

“Either way, it’s not up to me. Just a few more seconds toget your final votes in. And…time’s up! Let’s see what you’ve chosen.”

Two bars appeared on the screen next toyesandno.Each bar had $0 written next to it. And then we began revealing the bids. Both barsgrew together at first as the numbers ticked up into the thousands. Thennogot out to a bit of a lead. But eventuallyyestook the victory, $15,023to about $8,000.

Excellent choice.I couldn’t wait to fuck with her fiancé,Chad Chadwick. And if things went well, maybe this would break them up. Havinga marriage alliance between the Morgans and Chadwicks would be quite bad for business.

But none of that would matter if I couldn’t get people to bidmore. Only $15K for the winning vote wasn’t going to cut it. Not even close. Ineeded to pivot…

“The yeses have it!” I announced. “Let’s see if we can get intouch with him. But before we do, there are a few things I’d like to mention. First,our model can’t hear anything that’s being said. She only hears what theproducer says into her ear. So she has no idea this is being broadcast to the world.And she definitely doesn’t know that her fiancé will be watching. Should wekeep it that way? Or should we tell her? And I’m not sure I mentioned thisbefore, but you’ll only be charged for your bid if you’re part of the winningvote.”

That was my pivot. It was a big risk. But I had a feelingthat the prospect of not having to pay unless you were on the winning sidewould make people much more likely to vote.

The voting ended in a landslide forno – don’t tell her.And the best part was that it had just earned me over $100,000. The pivot hadworked!

“Alright…let’s get her fiancé on the line.” I pulled Chastity’sphone out of my jacket pocket. It had been tough to find in the bachelorettesuite. But eventually we’d found the phone that unlocked with her fingerprint. Iopened her messages and scrolled down to her conversation with “Babe”.

“Is the phone showing up for you?” I asked into my earpiece.

“Yup,” confirmed the director. “I’ve added it to the livefeed. Everyone can see your conversation.”

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