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Fuck yes.“Go live on the website.”
“Going live in three, two, one. And we’re live. Ten thousand viewers and counting.”
Beautiful.
“Ladies and gentleman of the internet,” I said into the nearest camera. “Welcome to the world’s first live sex auction.”
Auction Me - Chapter 32 – Selling the Virgin
The events of Sunday – September 22, 2013
As told by the banana king
“The entire show will be completely free to view,” I said. “But if you’d like to help choose the fate of our beautiful models, I invite you to bid on the options on the right side of your screen.” Now I just had to figure out what to have them bid on…
Cheers erupted from the buyers as the guard at cabana #1 blasted Chastity’s friend with a thick load of cum. His white cum really stood out on the black fabric. And it looked even better dripping down onto her tan tits.
Lucky bastard.
Although he wasn’t that lucky. Because he wasn’t going to get to fuck Ash tonight. And I was.
When the guard was finished cumming on her, the model stood up, spun around, and walked straight back down the runway with the same ferocity as 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 tugged it 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 go back to you to get auctioned.”
So she wanted to blow some random guard? But she didn’t want to get auctioned? I was so confused. And kind of intrigued. But for now…the show had to go on.
“Okay,” I said. “I hope you all enjoyed that little teaser. Now it’s your turn to be in control.” I looked over at Chastity on the side of the stage. She had one hand on her hip while she twirled her leash with her other, seemingly not giving a single fuck that she was about to get auctioned. It was the hottest 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, it was 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 to you, good people of the internet, is… Should we let her fiancé know that his girl is about to get auctioned?”
The optionsyesandnoappeared on the three-story-tall screen behind me. A timer next to the options started counting down from thirty seconds.
“This is a tough choice,” I said to the live audience. “Part of me thinksnois the better option. I mean…it seems rude to make the poor guy watch his fiancée get auctioned to the highest bidder. But in defense of choosingyes, it does seem a bit unsporting to auction a man’s fiancée without giving him a chance to buy her. This could actually be a beautiful moment in their relationship if he outbids the entire internet to keep her pussy all to himself.”
I looked back at the screen. Ten seconds left.
“Either way, it’s not up to me. Just a few more seconds to get 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 bars grew together at first as the numbers ticked up into the thousands. Thennogot out to a bit of a lead. But eventuallyyestook the victory, $15,023 to 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. Having a 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 bid more. Only $15K for the winning vote wasn’t going to cut it. Not even close. I needed to pivot…
“The yeses have it!” I announced. “Let’s see if we can get in touch 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 the producer 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 we keep it that way? Or should we tell her? And I’m not sure I mentioned this before, but you’ll only be charged for your bid if you’re part of the winning vote.”
That was my pivot. It was a big risk. But I had a feeling that the prospect of not having to pay unless you were on the winning side would 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 had worked!
“Alright…let’s get her fiancé on the line.” I pulled Chastity’s phone out of my jacket pocket. It had been tough to find in the bachelorette suite. But eventually we’d found the phone that unlocked with her fingerprint. I opened her messages and scrolled down to her conversation with “Babe”.
