As I walk on stage, I smile, push my shoulders back and wave to the audience. It’s a relief to see men of all ages in suits and ties, enjoying this extravagant evening for what is.
The tickets to come to the dinner and auction were $5,000 a head and we sold four-hundred-eighty-three seats. I want everyone to pay one way or another, considering only one man will leave with the prize.
Everyone here has been fed and given plenty of cocktails. Not that I want to think that I need to liquor them up to bid on me, but the bids might rise higher, faster if they’ve had several whiskey sours.
“And now let the bidding war will begin,” Ronnie announces with a flourish. “Do I have $10,000?”
A number is raised in the air, a man in his mid-40s, clean-cut, albeit a little overweight.
I smile. See, this isn’t gonna be terrible. This is an adventure. I’m in the Alaska wild after all, I can be a little wild too.
I clap, thanking him for his bid.
He isn’t exactly built like that rugged man in the bar... but hopefully he’s also less self-satisfied than that man with those clear blue eyes.
I bite my bottom lip. That man may have been pious... but he was also so incredibly sexy.
But as Ronnie continues upping the bids, it becomes hard for me to keep track of every card that’s raised and the man that goes with it. This isn’t about the mens’ appearances anyway. It’s about charity.
And the bids rise quickly. I watch in awe as they move from 40,000, to 80,000, to 100,000... I’m beaming now. Okay, this is going to be totally worth it.
“Do I have a bid for $150,000?”
In the far back, someone ups the bid substantially.
“$500,000,” a man with a smug grin declares. He’s older than most of the other bidders, I’d guess early 60s. But that doesn’t matter. What’s in his pants is all that matters.
And I’m talking about his wallet.
The money raised for HAHA is the only thing that I care about right now.
“$750,000,” the opening bidder declares, causing the room to gasp.
The older gentleman places his card in the air smugly.
“One million.”
The two men face off, both clearly ready to go all in. My eyes lock with Ronnie, and I nod, wanting him to keep this war going, wanting to get the highest possible price for my virginity.
“One point five million,” my overweight bidder announces.
“Two.”
“Two point five.” But I see the opening bidder twisting his lips, struggling with the number.
The older man, however, has no qualms with raising his card in triumph.
“Five million dollars.” The room erupts in shock and awe. I cover my mouth, stunned.
I guess there is worth in being a virgin after all.
The two men nod knowingly and the younger man waves at me, bowing out.
“I have five million dollars for one night of pleasure with Justine Van De Shire and her virginity,” Ronnie announces. “Going once, going twice, and sold to bidder number eighty-four.”
The older man shakes hands with men around him, but his eyes aren’t on the people at his table. No, his eyes are only on me.
Ronnie thanks everyone for the lively auction, and I’m escorted offstage.
That’s when I realize I’m trembling. Full on shaking.
I’m going to have sex tonight. With a man who is actually older than my father.
I know that is what I am doing. What I chose to do.
That’s the point of all this.
And it’s just sex.
Just one night.
Still, it didn’t feel real before now.
Now? Now it is really happening.EXPOSÉThe Gossip Column You Can Sink Your Teeth IntoIS HER PUSSY A UNICORN? By Trista Piper
The auctioning of Justine Van De Shire’s virginity was the event of the year... if you’re in the market for untapped lady-bits.
And apparently fifty-five year old millionaire, Luther Morris, is. Wearing a cocky smile and a three-piece Armani suit, he raised his bidding paddle and donated five million dollars to Humans Against Harming Animals in exchange for one night with Justine.
Justine Van De Shire wore a stunning black strapless dress, hugging her curves impeccably. With shiny dark hair and a red-lipped smile, she seemed poised throughout the auction, but we want to know what’s going to happen when this virgin drops her panties and spreads her legs... because for five million dollars, we here at EXPOSÉ, are guessing her pussy must be pretty magical!
We don’t know anything about Luther Morris yet, but tonight we’re going to be digging up any dirt we can find... not as exciting as unicorn sex but hopefully just as juicy!Chapter 4Justine“You did great.” Eileen says as she leads me toward the dressing room where I have my luggage stowed. I’ll grab it and head to the limo waiting for me. My bidder will meet me at the hotel.
“I can’t believe I raised five million dollars. I was hoping for one. But five?” I shake my head, incredulous at the sum. “I know so many people think this is trashy, but think of the land we are protecting, the animals we’re saving.” I wrap my arms around Eileen. “Thank you for everything you did to make this a success.”