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“I’m not. I’m opening up the mission report that he sent to Luigi Locatelli after the auction.” I propped my phone up so that we could both watch the recording. And then I hit play.
The video started with the banana king leaning back in his leather office chair. The sun was just starting to rise over the Miami coast in the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.
“Operation Little Red Riding Virgin, status report 3,” he said into the camera. “The time is…” He pushed his sleeve up to check his Rolex and I couldn’t help but admire his beautiful forearms. His arm veins were unparalleled. Actually, that wasn’t true. The veins in his dick were even better. But his arm veins were pretty damn sexy. “The time is 07:14 on Monday, September 23, 2013. Current location: Master office, Locatelli Resort and Spa.” He paused and took a deep breath. “The mission did not go according to plan.”
Auction Me - Chapter 27 – Operation Little Red Riding Virgin
The events of Sunday – September 22, 2013
As told by the banana king
It had been nearly two hours since the girls had rappelled down the side of my resort. And my idiot guardsstillhadn’t found them. Which was shocking, because I’d promised the boys they could do whatever they wanted with Chastity and the brunette. Ash, on the other hand, was off limits.
There was no way I was going to let my guards spoil my virginity auction. Especially after earlier. I’d exercised a level of self-control that I’d previously thought impossible.
At first it had been easy to keep my hands off of Ash. Yes, she was beautiful. But she’d been so scared of me that I hadn’t even thought about doing anything sexual with her. I’d actually felt kind of bad about auctioning off her virginity.
But when I walked outside onto the terrace this morning…everything was different.
She was just lounging on the terrace in a tiny little bikini sipping on some banana juice. I’d done a lot of kidnappings, and not once had a girl ever beenthischill about it.
Or at least…she was chill until the sun came out from behind a cloud. Then she had a mini freakout about not having enough sunscreen and ran inside screaming. But by the time I followed her inside, she was back to normal.
This was the first real test of my mental fortitude, because she tossed me a bottle of sunscreen and asked if I could rub it all over her.
She pretended to be shocked when I untied her bikini top. But then she loosened up a bit. At one point she reached for the lotion bottle and accidentally grabbed my cock. The way her face turned red with shock… So fucking sexy.
I wondered how shocked she’d look if I whipped it out. I wanted to feel her lips around my cock. I wanted so badly to taste her sweet pussy. And I wanted to sink my fingers into her long red hair. But most of all, I wanted to see the look on her face as I claimed her virgin pussy with my humungous cock.
But for the sake of the mission, I didn’t fuck her. Instead I excused myself and went out onto the terrace. Luckily one of the maids was out there tidying up, and she was more than happy to let me relieve my stress all over her face.
I tried to keep my distance from Ash the rest of the morning, but she kept wanting to hang out. She was surprisingly good at ping pong. But in my defense, I was quite distracted because her tits kept falling out of her bikini top.
Anyway, despite all that, I’d managed to keep myself from fucking her.
But ever since she escaped from the terrace, fucking her was all I could think about. I’d been hard for two fucking hours straight.
I pulled up our roster of maids and scrolled through their headshots. They were all hot…that was a requirement of the job. But none of them were calling to me. Until I saw Maeve.
When did we get a ginger on our staff?
I clicked on her picture and her file popped up.
Apparently we’d hired her a few weeks ago, which explained why I hadn’t seen her. I’d hardly been in the office these past few weeks, and even if I had been, a new maid wouldn’t have been assigned to the top floors. Too many sensitive documents up here to let some new girl walk around by herself. Especially with our rivals gunning for us…
I clinched my hands into fists and refocused on Maeve’s file.
Twenty-two years old. Five foot six. Double D tits.
Sounds good to me.
I hit the intercom to talk to my assistant. “Send Maeve up.”
“Yes, sir.”
I drummed my fingers against the desk while I waited for Maeve to arrive. The girls’ escape kept replaying in my head. I shouldn’t have given them a ten second head start. What the hell had I been thinking?
I ran my hand through my hair and took a deep breath.
