Sin City Auction (Nevada Bad Boys 4)

“Seriously, keep your voice down. I’d prefer that this never goes further than the two of us.” I brought my finger to my lips in a hushing motion and glared at her.

“Maybe it’ll be some hot-as-fuck billionaire like Christian Grey. Maybe he’ll decide he wants to marry you—after he beats you, of course.” She giggled, but she did manage to keep her voice lowered.

“I’d prefer not to get beaten.” My eyes got wide as I considered the possibility.

“You can’t deny that scene where he spanks her right before he fucks her on the bed doesn’t turn you on—I masturbate to that at least three times week.” She shook with glee and grinned.

“You’ve heard of too much information, right?” I walked up to my locker, which was below Abby’s, and knelt so I could dial my combination in the lock.

“We can talk about this sort of thing now. You’re about to lose your virginity!” Her voice raised as she started opening her locker.

“Shut the fuck up!” I punched her in her thigh. “The next one will be higher.”

“Sorry, I’m just so excited.” She quickly changed out her books and slammed the locker shut.

It seemed that my virginity was the only thing Madison could focus on. She brought it up after every class, suggesting new guys that the person who bought me could be like. I was ready to just go and get it over with at that point, because her constant references were making me get nervous about something I had previously come to terms with. I followed her towards the parking lot once school was over and she was still talking about it, even stopping to mention something new that popped in her head. I felt my phone vibrate and pulled it out.

“Hello?” It was a number I didn’t recognize.

“Is this Madison Quinn?” The female voice on the other end of the phone spoke in perfect English, but the accent was Russian.

“Yes.” I stopped in my tracks and held up my hand to get Abby to stop talking.

“My name is Tatiana. I’m going to email you a date, time and address. Do not be late.” The line immediately went silent.

“Hello?” I pulled my phone back from my ear and saw that the call had ended.

“Was that them?” Abby practically vibrated with excitement.

“It was…” I nodded and put my phone back in my purse.

“Awesome, so when do you do this thing?” She hit the button on her key to unlock her car doors.

“I don’t know yet.” I sighed and opened the passenger door.

I stared out the window while Abby drove and rambled on about my virginity. She started describing her encounter with Charlie in gross detail, telling me about the pain, how it felt to have her hymen broken, and lots of other things I really didn’t want to hear. I did my best to just tune her out because I felt like I was going to throw up before she ever got me home. When she finally did drop me off, I rushed to the bathroom and emptied the awful lunchroom food into the toilet. My phone buzzed and I dug it out of my purse to see a notification that I had a new email.

“Madison Quinn, right this way, please.” A large, brutish woman motioned for me to follow her.

“Okay.” I nodded and trailed behind her, listening to her heels echo each time they hit the stone floor below our feet.

My nerves were already shot. The entire ordeal had felt sinister up to that point and it wasn’t feeling any better as she led me down a hallway that resembled a dungeon from a medieval castle. I had arrived at the address they gave me, which turned out to be a park. A nice man in a suit picked me up in a limousine, but that ride didn’t last long. He took me to a parking lot in a shady part of town and I was put in a large black van by two guys that didn’t look very nice at all. They talked in Russian the entire trip. I would have probably backed out at that point if I wasn’t terrified.

“Go into this room and remove your clothes.” The woman pushed open a rusty door to reveal a room with a dim light. “The doctor will see you shortly to confirm you really are a virgin and run a few tests.”

I walked into the room that was so cold it felt like a refrigerator. It didn’t look very clean. I removed my t-shirt, kicked off my tennis shoes, and was almost done with my jeans when the door opened. My hands quickly covered what exposed flesh I could as an older man with gray hair walked in. The door slammed quickly and he turned to me with a smile on his face. He didn’t look nearly as threatening as the people I had seen so far. He actually kind of reminded me of my grandfather.

“I know.” His voice was calming and he sighed before walking over to the table. “This part is never easy.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I wrapped my hands around the waistband of my jeans and considered pulling them back up.

“It’s routine. I’m a gynecologist. I promise I’ve done this thousands of times.” He tore off a large piece of white paper and draped it over the table. “We have to verify you’re a virgin before we can auction you off.”

“O-okay.” I stammered over my words, but I finished removing my clothes before walking over to the table.

I felt extremely uncomfortable when he pushed my legs apart and started prodding my most intimate area with his finger, but he at least wore gloves. There were no stirrups and none of the tools I normally saw at my gynecologist’s office. He pushed his finger inside me until he was touching my hymen and then quickly removed it. He put fingers on each side of my labia and spread me until it started to hurt.

“Ow…” I grimaced and started to close my legs.