Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Oh my god!” I breathe, eyes wide. “What’s going on? We’re in public!”
“No, we’re not in public because this is the Citadel,” the stage manager says in a sing-song voice. “Anything goes when our clients are here. Besides, these are billionaires who do what they want, and here at the Citadel, they definitely get free rein.”
I watch with wide eyes as the other twin comes back, smirking when he sees his brother sucking at their girlfriend’s breast. Then, he puts down the drinks in his hands and makes his way before the woman to kneel between her legs, pushing her thighs up slightly before pulling the gusset of her panties to the side to reveal her steaming, moist slit. Then he bends his head and takes a slow lick of her pussy, enjoying her flavor as the woman wails with ecstasy, her delicate features contorted with pleasure.
“My, my, this auction is definitely off to a good start,” the stage manager hums by my side. “We’re going to have a good time tonight because the Revelles aren’t the only ones ready to go. I can see that quite a few of our clients have already gotten started.”
It’s true because more men have appeared, clad in dark suits and blindingly white shirts. They’re tall and athletic, many of them with chiseled jaws, broad shoulders, and classically handsome features. Even the ones who aren’t traditionally handsome are groomed and polished, their skin tanned and healthy, adorned in expensive suiting accented with jewelry that’s subtle and understated.
The billionaires are relaxed, too. They lean back and laugh, flashing white teeth while chatting with one another. I see now that most of the seating is arranged in a loose semi-circle surrounding a circular dais, and as I watch, cocktail waitresses appear, topless and beautiful, clad only in skimpy panties and high heels. They nod and giggle, taking orders as the men lean forward to tweak a nipple or press a kiss to an ivory thigh, appreciating the woman-flesh on display.
“Oh my god,” I say in a faint voice. “This is a bordello.”
The man beside me rolls his eyes.
“It’s not a bordello, but yes, our waitresses are paid well. Even they walk away with their pocketbooks stuffed full at the end of the night,” he hums. “But there’s a lot of competition for those jobs, and just like all of our girls, our waitresses are available for breeding. No pill, no IUD, no condoms required. We make sure that all of our girls are of the highest quality and as a result, men come here enjoy women raw and unprotected.”
Again, I’m barely able to compute upon hearing those words, and a nervous sweat breaks out on my brow. My knees feel weak and my vision blurs a bit. I’m going to faint. But then, the lights flicker on stage before coming on, and the stage manager nods before shooting me a sideways look.
“Ah, the auction is beginning. Are you ready, Miss Monroe? I hope so because you’re up.”
Then, the most important performance of my life begins as I wobble out onto the stage, unsure and unsteady in my high heels. What’s going to happen? I’m about to be sold to the highest bidder ... and my skin prickles with awareness because I want it.
5
Chase
Ipop off the beautiful server’s teat, gazing with satisfaction at her wet nipple.
“Mmm, Mr. Wheaton, that felt good,” Arielle hums. Her green eyes flicker languidly as she reaches down to pull the gusset of her panties to the side, revealing her glistening slit. “Do you want more? I’m ready to play if you are.”
I’m tempted. The redhead is buxom and sassy, with big breasts and thick, creamy thighs just the way I like them. Hell, why not? The auction’s starting but I don’t mind missing the first girl or two. Not when I’m able to get my dick wet in Arielle’s tight pink twat.
But then something flashes in the corner of my eye, and I turn to see a young woman wobbling out into the center of our u-shaped circle. She’s blonde and beautiful, with enormous Double D’s beneath her golden dress, making my mouth water. Said dress stops just below her pussy to highlight those ivory thighs and long, slender pins. But then she raises her head a bit, and I catch a glimpse of big, blue, frightened eyes.
It’s my stepdaughter, Haley.
Holy fuck. Without thinking, I push Arielle away. The waitress lets out a squeak of surprise, stumbling a bit in her high heels. But I’m already turned to the dais, my heart thumping as I take in the beautiful young woman staring out at the audience of men. She blinks slowly, blinded a bit by the spotlight. What the fuck is going on? Why is Haley here at the Citadel? She’s so gorgeous that immediately, several of my compatriots lean forwards, their buzzers in hand, ready for the auction to begin.