Of course, I’m sarcastic, but it’s who I am. I’ve never been the nice one of the family. I’m gracious and charming to people I care about, and I don’t care about this.
As the night goes on, my agitation grows. There’s nothing here that I want. Looking at my brothers, I can’t understand why they even asked me to come here.
Sure, we need to represent our father in the adult entertainment world, but one of us is enough for that.
“I’m out. You two can find your diamond in the rough, but I wouldn’t pay a dollar for any one of these women,” I say, slipping out before they can stop me.
The only thing I know right now is that I’ll never attend this crap again.
I’m almost to the door when something—or someone—catches my eye. For the first time in my life, I’m stopped in my tracks by a woman. Not just any woman either.
She’s fucking radiant.
“Welcome to the stage, Aurora. She is five feet and six inches, has blonde hair and blue eyes. Our little princess here is as pure as snow and will make some lucky man very happy tonight,” the announcer says, his voice serious for once.
I can’t take my eyes off her. I’ve never seen any woman who could compare to her beauty, and I’m a connoisseur. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’m gawking like a kid with his first hard-on.
Then it happens. My biggest fear. My two brothers take notice, and I can tell right away this is going to get ugly fast.
The auctioneer cues the music, and this goddess starts dancing on stage. Her body’s stiff; it’s clear she’s never done anything like this before, and that turns me on.
She’s timid at first, but then she finds her rhythm, her power, and I swear—it’s as if she’s enjoying the stage.
The room is hushed. No one can believe such a stunning star as her is for sale.
I’ve died and gone to heaven. I have to have this woman.
The bidding starts, and my brothers are the first to place their claim. I can’t have it. She deserves so much more than those two assholes will give her.
“Fifty thousand.”
“Sixty thousand.”
The entire crowd is going wild, and the higher the bid, the more she dances. Her confidence is going up with the bidding.
“Hundred grand,” I say.
I don’t care how much this costs.
I’m going to have her. Her body is driving me fucking insane. My cock is throbbing in anticipation of what she’ll feel like when I thrust deep into her virgin pussy.
My brothers might think they have this covered, but she’s mine.
I won’t stop until I know it’s a done deal. I’ll pay any price.Chapter 7Aurora
The bidding starts and I see masked men raising the stakes for my body.
I'm dancing, utterly vulnerable and exposed, under blinding lights.
There's only silence, and I wonder if maybe no one will cast a bid my way. Inside, I pray that's the case. If no one bids, then I won't have to lose my virginity to some creep.
All too soon, things warm up, and the announcer tries to keep up with the incoming bids. I move my body in tune with the music and try to ignore the masked faces that I can see beyond the lights.
Slowly, the bids roll in. And soon, the audience is going wild, throwing out numbers like I'm a piece of meat. Except it's not your normal auction. Everyone in this room has at least $1 billion and something about that turns me on and makes the atmosphere more exciting.
Everything is wrapped in luxury and intrigue. The lights are low and the added component of people being masked...it makes the whole arrangement feel sort of forbidden and dark.
I don't know what I'm doing. I've been thrown into this without direction or protection.
But I think of my family and the company they left. I think of my brother who's sick and needs rehab. I think of all of my responsibilities and that makes me dance even though fear threatens to paralyze me.
The bidding starts to go up and up. People are offering to pay millions of dollars just for a night with me. It's flattering and maybe I would revel in it if I didn't feel so exposed.
And then one bidder starts to close in on me. He sounds unattractive and I can see his large shadow looming over the edge of the front row. He's bought up most of the girls already and I'm afraid he’ll buy me, too.
His bids climb up to the billion-dollar mark and I think that nobody else can beat him. Until they do.
All at once, I reach the maximum bid from three men in masks. They combine their efforts and place an astounding $3 billion bid and I'm relieved that it's not the slovenly guy in the front row.