But I wasn’t paying much attention. First, because this girl’s price was gonna be high, sure, but she wasn’t my type. I like sass and action, I like females who work it, jiggling their asses, teasing and tantalizing with every inch they have to offer. Some guys like them docile, some guys like the girls to be nothing but brainless Barbies, but that’s not my thing, I like pizzazz and spunk, not to mention huge handfuls of flesh.
Plus, I still had Abby on my mind. The event space was dark, the crowd pressed all around the center dais, but my eyes continued to sweep over the impeccably attired billionaires and their dates. I looked futilely for Abby, eyes searching, scanning every cranny, every nook. Where the fuck was she? I growled below my breath, annoyed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, my plan was coming apart at the seams.
And finally, the girl on stage was sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars, ushered off through the hidden door again. No worries, that was chump change for my brothers, someone had gotten a good deal, believe it or not. And just as before, the female voice rang out again, mild and soft.
“Handlers, please bring out Article Fifty-Five. We are ready to begin.”
The door on the side slid open once more, another blue-caped girl standing there, hood pulled low. But I was barely paying attention, still searching for Abby. What the fuck? We were already onto the second auction, and she was still nowhere to be found. I was gonna beat that ass when I got a hold of her, I was gonna whup that creamy behind and make the female scream.
But that’s when the girl on the stage got my attention. Because there was something familiar about her, I wasn’t sure exactly what. Maybe it was the fact that she was so wobbly in those high heels, gripping the handlers’ steady hands, or maybe it was the particular sway of her walk. Because when the cloak came off, I fucking lost it, eyes bugging, unable to believe my eyes.
It was Abby. The brunette had somehow finagled her way into the auction, she was right there on stage, flashing her assets. A myriad of emotions rushed over my brain then. On the one hand, there was the what-the-fuck aspect of it all. I’d brought her here to witness an auction, to see if this was something she’d want to do, and instead, she’d turned the tables on me. Somehow she’d gotten in touch with the folks in charge and managed to get herself a slot on stage. How? Why? What the hell? I was the guy in charge, how had this happened on my watch?
So yeah, I should have been happy because this is what I wanted right? I wanted Abby to go up on the block, and here she was showing off her assets, those huge boobs jiggling, that pretty cunt slick and soft. But a sense of devastation also crushed me. Because it was what I wanted, but it wasn’t as well. I’d jawed a good one, stating over and over that she should go up for sale, but now that the moment had come, I felt helpless, like events were whirling out of my control, a fucking blizzard was blowing and I was a lost man caught in the storm. Oh shit.
But it was too late because Abby began shimmying, showing off for the crowd. Oh yeah, my baby’s beautiful, and the reaction from the men only underlined her desirability. She swayed her hips left and right, winking coyly at some of the guys in the front row, bobbling her boobies. And with another sly smile, one hand reached between her legs, lightly trailing over her slit before bringing up her fingers, showing off the glistening wetness.
Oh shit, oh shit! A couple guys had already started bidding, clicking special hand-held consoles as lights flashed overhead, and with a sudden fury, I threw myself into the fray. I wanted Abby to go up on the block, but I’d never said that I wasn’t going to bid. Hell yeah, I was gonna bid and win this chickadee, make her mine for the ages, she was gonna my dick in that behind for a solid week given the trick she’d pulled.
But the disembodied woman’s voice rang out again.
“I’m sorry, but the bidding phase has not begun yet. Please hold your bids for the time being. Article Fifty-Five, turn please.”
Uncaring, I kept bidding, pressing the button on my remote again and again like a desperate Jeopardy contestant. Fuck that, bidding phase, viewing phase, I didn’t give a shit. As soon as I could, I’d be on this little girl like white on rice, offering up my fortune for a week with the girl.
And Abby behaved like a pro, not some unseasoned novice. Following the voice, she twisted this way and that, shimmying and shaking, showing off everything she had under the lights. Shit, half the guys had their dongs out already, poking from tuxedo pants, stroking massive boners, hands going up and down their poles, eyes glued to my baby.