“Wait a second, haven’t you already showed me every room in the mansion during our little tour earlier?” I ask with a naughty grin.
“No, I keep one room, if you will recall,” Brad says. I think back and recall that there was one specific room which we didn’t go inside.
“Well, then I guess you’d better take me out there and show me what this secret master bedroom looks like,” I say and Brad takes me by the hand and leads me up the stairs. We go up to the secret bedroom and he unlocks it with a special key. When the door swings open I’m totally blown away by the sheer opulence and luxury of the room. There is a massive king-size bed in the middle of it and the most beautiful antique gold fittings everywhere. A large crystal chandelier hangs from the roof and bathes the entire room in a soft light.
“Welcome to the Royal suite,” Brad says with a smile and takes me in his arms. We fall down on the bed and I realize that this is going to be another very long night of love and passion. I close my eyes as Brad starts undressing me and send up a prayer of gratitude for all of the wonderful blessings which have been bestowed upon us.
Epilogue
It is still Valentine’s Day and the moon hangs peacefully above the woods outside Los Angeles. It’s a starry night and the perfect setting for a fairytale. A taxi comes driving up the road and stops in front of a large gate. A moment later the gate swings open and the taxi proceeds to drive all the way up to a large mansion.
The taxi stops and a beautiful young girl gets out. She tells the taxi driver to wait for her and then turns around and walks up to the mansion. It is the same mansion where Jenny originally auctioned herself off for Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars and it seems that there is a special Valentine’s Day auction tonight, with some more naked girls getting ready to auction themselves off to the highest bidder.
There is an electric excitement in the air as some rich men start arriving in their expensive cars. It seems as if every attractive, rich playboy in Los Angeles has decided to attend this evening’s auction and the man at the door smiles with satisfaction as each rich playboy pays a thousand dollars to gain entry to the mansion and the evenings proceedings.
It is difficult to see who the young woman who has just arrived in the taxi, as she is wearing a coat with a hood, but she walks with a certainty in her gait and she seems to be very confident. Some of the rich men look at her with great excitement and admiration as she walks up the stairs in front of them. The girl’s name is ticked off on a list and she is allowed inside the mansion, where the Valentine’s Day Virgin Auction is about to start.
The girl looks around her with a certain ease which suggests that this is not her first visit to the mansion. She takes off her coat and her long, dark hair falls onto her shoulders from the hood. She walks over to an office and she fills out some paperwork.
“Now remember, as soon as the winning bid is announced you will go with the winning bidder to one of the upstairs bedrooms and you will belong to him for the rest of the night,” the man tells the girl as she hands him back the signed documents.
“Thank you, I know how it works and I’m perfectly fine with all of the rules,” the girl says and the man nods his head with apparent satisfaction.
“In that case you can move over to the stage area and have a seat with all of the other girls,” the man says and the girl walks over to the place where the auction is about to start. She sits down next to a beautiful blonde girl who looks slightly nervous.
“Hi, my name is Beatrice and I have never done anything crazy like this in my entire life!” the blonde girl says with a nervous smile, “do you feel like you’re ready for all of this?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine… pleased to meet you by the way, my name is Stacy,” the first girl says and sits down on a chair. One of the spotlights shines across her face and it turns out to be Stacy Donovan, Jenny’s friend and business partner! She smiles and thinks to herself, “If this was good enough for Jenny and helped her to find the right man, then perhaps it will work for me too!”
Stacy thinks back to the conversation she had with Jenny at the office earlier that day and wonders what her best friend would think if she had to know the precise details of the actual plan she’s made to find herself a man. She knows that this is a slightly risky business and she wonders what will happen if she is also bought and chosen for some kind of gang bang, just like Jenny was. But she realizes that risk is a part of this game and she is still ready and willing to go through with it all.
An announcer walks out on stage and takes the microphone to great applause from all of the men present. Stacy looks out at the crowd from behind the curtains and she estimates that there are easily more than three hundred men in the audience. There is an expectant electricity in the air as the first girl walks out onto the stage, stark naked. She’s a beautiful, dark skinned girl with long, black hair and there is something Spanish about her appearance. The men go absolutely wild and very soon the bid is up to three hundred thousand dollars.
“I’ve got three hundred thousand dollars… Who will give me three hundred and fifty… Three hundred fifty?… how about three hundred fifty thousand dollars!” the auctioneer shouts excitedly.
“Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars going once… going twice… aaaaand the bid is awarded to the gentleman in the front row for three hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” the auctioneer shouts and everyone applauds enthusiastically. Some guys make catcalls and some others wolf whistle from the midst of the crowd.
Stacy cast a furtive glance at the young, playboy looking type in the front row who has just spent three hundred and fifty thousand dollars on the virgin of his choice. He looks very excited with his winning bid and immediately walks backstage to go and meet the girl. For some reason, Stacy cannot help but feel that it would be a letdown if someone like the young playboy had to put up the winning bid on her… she kind of feels as if it would be good karma for her to follow in Jenny’s footsteps and spend the night with more than just one guy banging her.
As the next couple of girls are auctioned off, it becomes clear that there are some groups bidding together on some of the girls. When Stacy realizes this fact it immediately sends shivers of excitement down her spine… It might just be possible for her to also get auctioned off to a group of hungry men and follow in the footsteps of her fortunate friend. The winning bids range from three hundred thousand upwards and one girl even gets auctioned off for five hundred and fifty thousand dollars. But no one has come close to matching Jenny’s price of seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars yet and Stacy feels almost certain that the evening will not deliver a bid quite that high again.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen… or, let me rather say gentleman as we have no ladies bidding here tonight,” the auctioneer says to spontaneous laughter and applause from the audience, “ we now come to the very last girl for the evening and I can assure you that we have kept the best for last… this beautiful brunette h
as a body to die for and she is worth every last cent you can afford!” The auctioneer motions for Stacy to walk up on stage and, without thinking about it any longer, she gets up and walks out into the spotlight. At first, it feels slightly strange to be naked in front of so many men, but she quickly gets used to it and starts strutting her stuff to the sound of some lively rock and roll music playing in the background.
When the music stops playing, the auctioneer starts the bidding process immediately.
“For this beautiful girl I’m going to set the opening bid at two hundred thousand dollars…, On! That gives me two hundred thousand dollars?”
Stacy looks out at the sea of male faces in front of her and suddenly wonders if the auctioneer has not bitten off more than he can chew. What will happen if no one wants to offer even two hundred thousand dollars for her? Just imagine the humiliation…
“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” someone shouts out from the middle of the crowd and when Stacy looks in the direction where the voice came from she sees a familiar face. At first, she cannot quite place the guy’s face in her memory and she doesn’t quite know why she recognizes him. But then she thinks back to the night when Jenny was auctioned off from the very same stage she’s standing on herself and she realizes that it’s one of the bikers who was also there that evening!
“That’s the spirit! I’ve got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars… Who will give me three hundred?”
Stacy looks out over the crowd again and now, at least, the bid stands at a decent total. It’s still the lowest bid of the evening, but Stacy feels that she will be able to live with it if she only gets two hundred and fifty thousand dollars out of all this.
“Three hundred thousand dollars!” a smart, elderly gentleman shouts out from the front row and Stacy feels her heart beating wildly in her chest. It’s one thing to stand next to the stage and watch one of your friends being offered hundreds of thousands of dollars for her virginity, but it’s quite something else to actually do it yourself and to feel the incredible power of realizing that men are prepared to pay such mind blowing sums of cash to spend one night of passion with you.