Buying Her Flower

$100,000.

$200,000.

Half a mill.

$700,000.

$900,000.

A million bucks.

All of this is making the fee I receive for hosting the auction look like chump change. Why did I want to go that route when I could get so much money from auctioning off… what?

Could I get that much just for a date?

No. I’d probably have to go the whole nine yards.

With Andrew’s whole nine inches – or more. At least that’s what it had felt like when he was pressing his crotch up against me and shoving his tongue down my throat – not that I minded. In fact, my tongue had quickly grabbed his back, and wants it again.

I guess that wouldn’t be such a bad way to make so much money.

Since this is a small town, the reputation of the flower shop I’m doing this to acquire might end up getting trashed, anyway. At least I’d have some money to live off of while that happens. I could move to a bigger city and open up a flower shop there.

Just wait until the old church ladies hear what I’ve been up to in here. Hosting auctions? It’s as bad as participating, so I might as well do just that.

The guy who was talking to me earlier wins the out-of-town girl. He takes her by the hand and leads her over to the side of the shop, where I’d set up some displays of flowers, just to add some festivity to this event.

I watch with wide eyes as he takes her clothes off and starts kissing her right here in front of everyone. I’m shocked but strangely turned on by it. I can’t bring myself to look away.

I’m even more surprised when I see a couple of guys who are watching the couple start to pleasure themselves. They just take their cocks out of their pants and start stroking them like it’s no big deal.

Tammy and I exchange shocked looks. I guess these men are used to this, but it’s something very new to her and me. But then she shrugs and smiles a bit, as if to say, “Well, why not?”

Why not indeed?

Life’s short, and I’m making $100,000 just for hosting this auction. I’m about to make more, too, when I offer up a date with the lucky winner of my own auction. I just hope it’s Andrew. I’m surprised the slack-jawed guy has a million dollars to spare on public sex with this stranger.

I wonder who else here will try to bid on me, and a shiver runs down my spine. It’s a shiver of excitement when I think about Andrew, but it’s mixed with dread and fear when I think about anyone else winning me.

Julia walks by and encourages more people to enjoy themselves and to feel free to pleasure themselves as well. I’m so fascinated by all of this. I’ve never seen people reacting this way in public before.

As I’m watching the couple have sex, there is a part of me that wishes that Andrew would just grab me and start doing the same thing to me that the guy is doing to the girl.

I know it’s a foolish thought. I wouldn’t even make any money that way. But I can’t help but want it on a primal level, and I’m more turned on than I care to admit.

I try not to get nervous as I realize that my turn to be auctioned is next. I think I still have a few minutes to prepare. Julia will come get me when it’s time.

I can’t decide what I should offer up during my auction. I promised Andrew a date but now I kind of want to do something more with him.

Should I offer oral sex, maybe?

Not in public, but in private.

But then I’d just want more, if I’m being perfectly honest with myself, and it would be silly to go all the way without making more money off of it. I’d be giving up a perfectly good opportunity.

Maybe I should ask Tammy. But as I look around, I see that she’s disappeared.

I excuse myself to the bathroom to go look for her. I check my makeup and dress. I want to look my best for the auction and date.

I don’t find Tammy in here; that’s odd. I go back to the group of people watching the sex. Maybe she is there. But I don’t see her right away.

I don’t think she would have left without telling me. I start to look around for Andrew, but I can’t find him either.

I finally spot Tammy up close, watching the couple with interest. And Andrew is there too, leaning against the corner, but he’s looking around, as if he’s trying to find me.

When he does, he smiles, and glances down at his hard cock, which is almost bulging through his pants. He licks his lips and raises his eyebrows at me. Then he places a hand on himself, and nods in my direction.