Though Ben’s tone and following smile could have been mistaken for a casual ribbing, Jake stiffened and frowned. He replied seriously, “Virgins are...cleaner. I like knowing that some other guy’s gunk hasn’t been inside her.”
“But all the chicks at the Scarlet Auction have been tested, so you don’t have to worry about disease and shit,” Derek said. “You wouldn’t know that, just getting to know a chick by dating. The Scarlet Auction makes sex much more...efficient.”
Jason leaned in closer. “So whaddya say, Ben? You gonna come with tonight?”
CHAPTER TWO
With trembling hands, Kimani Taylor a
djusted her simple black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps as she waited behind the stage where the auction was to be held. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
But she had made it this far, though at various points, she had thought to back out. There were the legal documents she’d had to sign with four different attorneys watching; the invasive questionnaire asking when she had lost her virginity and how many sexual partners she’d had in her life; the physical exam; and finally an interview with a woman asking about her sexual habits and preferences, such as whether or not she engaged in any hardcore BDSM.
“The more amenable you are, the more likely you will get bid on,” the woman had told her. “Should I put you down for hardcore?”
“Sure, why not,” Kimani had replied, reminding herself that her answers didn’t ultimately matter. Her plan was to get bid on, get to know her “buyer” and the other participants of the Scarlet Auction, pull out before any sex actually happened, then write the scoop that would land her a job with the San Francisco Tribune.
“It’s too risky for our paper to take on,” the Tribune’s editor, Sam Green, had told her. He had seemed very intrigued when she had first pitched the story but had since consulted the in-house attorney.
“But as a freelancer, I can take it on,” Kimani had replied. “I’ll get the story and you can decide afterwards if it’s worth printing.”
“We could use an exposé. Our paper hasn’t had anything like this before. If you can hit a homerun with your story, there’ll be a job here for you.”
Kimani had hardly been able to contain her glee at such an opportunity. Newspapers across the country were downsizing, and competition for reporting positions were at an all time high with many seasoned journalists having a hard time landing a job. Given she was only a year out of journalism school, she needed an edge, a scoop worthy of being noticed.
“No pressure, though,” Sam had added. “If there should be an opening here, I will definitely give you a call. You were my favorite student in class.”
“There weren’t that many of us,” she had said, referring to the course on the intersection of journalism and public policy that Sam had taught as a guest lecturer.
“Still, I could see you were talented. But going undercover can be dangerous. You know that, right? And you’ve never done anything like this before.”
But Kimani didn’t feel as if she had much of a choice. And it wasn’t just about landing a job with a paper.
“I am sooooo excited,” whispered a beautiful and petite blond standing next to her.
Kimani couldn’t help but take in the young woman’s boobs, which were practically spilling out of her pink skin-tight dress, and wonder if they were real since they were so large compared to the petite frame they were attached to.
“I’m sooooo ready to fall in love with a billionaire,” she said, blue eyes sparkling.
Kimani cleared her throat, hardly able to believe her ears. “Does the Scarlet Auction have a matchmaking component?”
“No, but in all the books I read, the girl and billionaire always fall in love.”
Kimani studied the blond and decided she couldn’t be much older than eighteen or nineteen years old. Should she attempt to burst the young woman’s bubble and warn her that the bidders weren’t all going to be Prince Charming?
No, she wasn’t here to offer her own opinions. She was here to understand how the Scarlet Auction worked and to make connections with the subjects, which had not gone as she had wanted. The women had been isolated from one another until now, just as they were about to head on stage for the bidding. She would have to follow up with the other participants afterwards. Hopefully one or more would be willing to go on record with their experiences.
“They’re not all billionaires,” said a brunette behind them.
“Close enough,” replied the blond. “The Scarlet Auction doesn’t just let any rich guy attend. He’s got to have a net worth of at least nine figures, so you’re not going to find ordinary millionaires.”
“What’s wrong with ordinary millionaires?” asked a slim woman with olive skin and long black hair. “A million dollars is probably more than I’ll ever see in a lifetime.”
There were just under two dozen women present, all between the ages of eighteen and thirty, beautiful and primped as if they were participating in a beauty pageant instead of an auction. Kimani herself had straightened her hair—which she usually didn’t like to do because it was more effort than she had time for—and then used a curling iron at the ends. She needed to get selected or there would be no story. So she had traded her glasses for contacts and tried to make herself as appealing to as many men as possible.
“I heard a virgin at last month’s auction got a bid of one hundred thousand dollars!” another woman said.