My thanks go to jaFO who suggested this theme months ago on the ‘Story Ideas’ thread here at Literotica. I have modified it for the 2023 April Fool’s contest. Along with reluctant exposure, this story features demeaning and, no doubt, illegal activities. In addition to acknowledging this is all fiction, the reader should be aware there is no sexual activity depicted.
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When Zach came home one Friday evening, Kayla could tell something was up. Instead of kissing and hugging her as usual, he seemed a bit nervous. She gave him a nice hug, which he barely returned, and she ended up kissing him lightly on the lips.
“Honey, you OK?
“Uh, yeah. Why?”
“You’re not acting normal. Something wrong?”
“No. Well, kinda, I guess.”
“Did I do something…?”
“No! Not at all. It’s a work thing.”
“Good. Well, I mean it’s good that we’re good, at least. Here, let me get you a tumbler of scotch and you can tell me all about it.”
A few minutes later, after she had barely sipped her wine and he had rapidly drained his scotch, he seemed to relax. “So, Honey, what is it?” she asked.
“Uh, I’ve been invited to the Jones and Newhouse annual select convention.”
“Zach! That’s great news. They don’t ask just anyone, do they?”
“No, they don’t. I understand there’ll only be about fifty or so employees there.”
“Out of how many? There must be at least a thousand employees across the country.”
“Fifteen hundred or so.”
“So, it must mean you’re doing really well. Maybe a promotion or a pay raise. Or even partnership?”
“I don’t know.”
“But I don’t get it. Why do you seem upset?”
“Ahh, well, you’re invited, too, it seems, and…”
“Great! We can have a little romantic getaway. Wait. Where is it?”
“New York.”
“Fantastic. Maybe we can hit some shows and do some sightseeing. But I still don’t see why you’re not happy.”
“Well,” he muttered as he poured a second, stiff drink, “It seems there’s a charity auction involved. And, uh, one of the wives or one of the girlfriends is auctioned off for a night and, uh…”
“Wait! Auctioned off? You mean, for sex?!”
“It’s never said out loud but that’s the implication.”
“Who’s the money for?”
“The woman, uh, the prize, uh, whatever she’s called, gets to choose a charity of her choice and the money is donated in her name.”
“Well, that’s nice, but let’s get back to the big question: A woman gets auctioned off to a guy and he gets to take her to a room and do, what, anything?”
“I heard one of the rules is that it’s never talked about. They could sit around and play cards or just sleep or, well, you know, the whole thing.”
“What about the husband? He lets this happen?”
“I guess. And that’s what’s got me worried. Say we go and you end up being chosen. Then what? What do I do? Sit around, get drunk and wait for you to finish?”
“Hon, what are the odds of that, anyway? I mean, how many women are there and how do they choose?”
“Fifty women. One is chosen at random and auctioned off.”
“So, the odds are one in fifty. Two percent. That’s not too bad.”
“But it ain’t zero, is it? What if we went and you were chosen? How would that effect us? How could I look you in the eye knowing you’d spent the night with another guy?”
“What if we don’t go?”
“My career would probably be over with J & N. I’d be looking for a new position somewhere else.”
“Really? They’d can you for that?”
“Probably not ‘can’ me, but they can make things so unpleasant I’d have to quit.”
“Zach, Dear, let’s not worry about it now. I haven’t started a meal so why don’t we go out and eat at The Bistro, come back and relax? We can think about this again tomorrow.”
—–
The issue weighed on both of them for the next few weeks. He kept worrying about losing her to some random rich partner who could keep bidding up until he won her. She kept worrying about being obligated to sleep with some stranger and what it could do to her marriage with Zach. In spite of all the worrying, their sex life seemed to have benefitted immensely. They spent more time in the sack and their lovemaking was wilder, even to the point of being slightly kinky. It was after one of these crazy episodes where her orgasms were unbelievably wild and even her rather quiet husband screamed out when he climaxed that she curled up next to him with her hand lightly trailing over his chest.
“You’re such a good lover. I mean, God, what a crazy ride.”
“Thanks. For me, too.”
“Uh, what’re we going to do?”
“I’ve been thinking about it, believe me. I’d go crazy knowing you were with some guy.”
“Couldn’t I just decline any intimacy?”
“I don’t know, I just don’t know. That could kill my position, too.”
“To think we’re talking about this in the 2020’s is crazy, absolutely crazy. It’s gotta be illegal.”
“Yeah, I guess they haven’t heard about sexual harassment or whatever.”
“But you really want to go and it will help your career, right?”
“Yeah, it will.”
“OK, Honey, then we’ll go. I won’t be chosen. The odds are against it in any case and I feel it in my bones. I won’t be chosen, I’m sure of it.”
“Just to be clear, Sweetheart, it is your decision. Don’t do it for me.”
“I want to help your career and if by showing up, I help it, then great. And, like I said, the odds of being chosen are slim. Let’s go and have a good time. OK?”
“Yeah, I guess,” he answered with no evidence of enthusiasm whatsoever.
A few weeks later he returned with some interesting news. “Hon, about the auction. I heard something kinda interesting. I spoke to a fellow in Colorado whose wife was chosen a few years ago. He told me it was a big auction but in the end, he was able to go to the winning bidder and buy out his bid. So, he and his wife ended up together and no harm, no foul. And apparently that’s done pretty often.”
“Oooh, that’d be great. I’d have guys bidding on me and I’d end up with the man I love after all. Not bad.”
“Nope, though kinda costly.”
“How so?”
“Well, he had to pay serious change though it was a donation and tax deductible. Still, it all turned out OK.”
“Well, let’s go with that in mind and our fallback position is for you to buy out the winning bidder. And remember, I’m not going to be chosen. Right?”
“I certainly hope not!”
—–
The big week arrived almost before they realized it. His last day in the office was Wednesday and they flew to New York on Thursday. They enjoyed themselves immensely that night and on Friday he attended a few seminars while she went to the spa and enjoyed having a facial along with a mani-pedi before she finished with a total body massage. Feeling well cared for and relaxed, she went to their room to await her husband.
When Zach came in, he seemed a bit nervous.
“Honey, everything OK? Were the meetings good?”
“Yeah, no, they were fine. I’m just worried about tonight.”
“We’ve talked about this many times,” she smiled at him, “And I won’t be chosen. The odds are way against it, so relax.”
“I’ll try, really I will, but what if you are chosen?”
“It will be kind of an honor and remember, you will buy out the winning bidder and we’ll all be happy. Maybe with less in the bank account, but happy and you’ll undoubtedly get a raise and a promotion for coming here. Right?”
“Yeah, I guess. Say, what will you be wearing tonight?”
“I thought a modest skirt, top and a light jacket would work well. You know, kinda sexy but not gross or vulgar. Here, let me show you.”
After reviewing her clothes, he nodded in approval and went in to shower. By the time he returned, she had dressed. He thought she looked great; sexy but in a reserved, almost professional manner.
“Hon, you look great. I’m proud to be with you.”
“Thank you, Sweetheart. Now let’s head downstairs and enjoy the evening.”
The room where they were to have their dinner was away from most of the meeting rooms and down a long hallway. There were signs indicating it was a closed event and a rather large male with a shaved head, tattoos on his neck and bulging biceps stood guard by the door taking names and checking IDs. Once they were ushered in, it became apparent to Kayla the women were all beautiful. Most were tall, thin model-types with long blonde hair and high cheek bones.
“Honey, these women are gorgeous.”
“None so gorgeous as you.”
“Aww, thank you, I know you mean well, but how can I compete with them?”
“It’s not a competition and I happen to like my choice,” he grinned at her, “Come on, let me introduce you around.”
There were several executives in the crowd and Zach made sure to greet them and have them meet his wife.
“Mr. Newhouse, this is Kayla, my wife. We’re so honored to be invited this year.”
“Hello, my dear. I’m Gustav Newhouse. Welcome to our special annual session.”
“Thank you, Sir. I know Zach was excited to be able to come this year.”
“Not half as excited as some of us, I assure you,” he said with a raised eyebrow and a slight grin. “Now I need you to meet Mr. Jones, the other of the original partners. Will, come over here and meet Kayla, wasn’t it?, Yes, Kayla. She’s Zach’s lovely wife.”
“Hello, there, my dear. I’m delighted to meet you. Between you and me, well, Zach is going places in our firm, I’m sure.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’m proud of him, too.”
“Go ahead and mingle with some of the other executives. Lovely to have met you.”
“You, too,” she said feeling better with each passing second. Surely these older gentlemen wouldn’t have arranged for anything so wild as an auction of a woman, would they? After meeting a few others, Zach introduced her to Olivia Anderson, a tall, dark-haired woman wearing a sleek, dark pantsuit with a maroon blouse opened at least one button below modesty level.
“Honey, this is Olivia Anderson. She’s our CTO, that is Chief Technical Officer. Her office is in DC.”
“What does a CTO do, Ms. Anderson?”
“Oh, please call me Livy, Dear,” she said as she brushed a piece of imaginary lint off Kayla’s shoulder. “I’m responsible for all the computer systems used throughout the organization.”
“Are you also in the same field as Zach?”
“No, I only deal with computers and digital systems.”
“Honey, she’s also the chief of the antihacking task force. Because we’re so well known, we need to keep out security up to the latest standards and Ms. Anderson, uh, Livy, is responsible for that, too.”
“I see. Quite a responsibility, I’d guess.”
“Yes, it is, but I enjoy the challenge. Is this your first time here?”
“Yes, Ma’am, but we’re glad to be here.”
“Oh, please, don’t call me Ma’am. Like I said, I’m Livy. So, tell me a little about yourself, Kayla.”
“I’m into the art world. Fortunately, Zach makes plenty to support me but lately I’ve had a few sales at one of the local galleries. I’m hoping my name gets out there.”
“Do you have any photos of your work?”
“Yes, I do. Here,” she said as she pulled out her phone, “Give me a second…Oh, here we go. These three are my most recent sales.”
“Nice. Very nice. I can see you’re quite talented. Maybe someday I can see your work at a gallery and see if there’s something I might want.”
“That would be great, uh, Livy. I’ll have Zach send you information when it’s available.”
“Thank you. You do that,” she smiled as she turned away to greet another couple.
“She’s nice,” opined Kayla after they had moved away.
“Yeah, she is. I’ve never gotten more than two words from her in the past. She must like you.”
“I didn’t see her husband. Is he here, somewhere?”
“Ah, there’s no husband. She bats for the other team, I’ve heard.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. And now you see why she talked to you and never has given me the time of day.”
As they wandered about meeting other people, Kayla kept looking at the other wives and girlfriends who were in attendance. When she arrived, she realized they were all very attractive, stunningly so in many cases, and she wondered why. Then it hit her. They were all potential prizes for the auction. Surely the men were chosen not for their skills on the job but for the attractiveness of their wives or girlfriends. This actually pissed her off. Looks of the SO seemed more important than the job skills of the employee!
When she pulled Zach aside and told him her thoughts he gave a tiny grimace and reminded her it was important for his job to be there and she was unlikely to be chosen. “And let me remind you, you’re as beautiful as any of these women.”
“Oh, I’m not either. Look at that blonde over there. She could be a model, she’s so pretty.”
“You’re right, she could be, but I don’t think you’ve looked in a mirror lately. You can go toe to toe with her any day and you have curves while she has angles.”
“Oh, Zach, you’re so sweet,” she smiled as a tear of gratitude formed in the corner of her eye.
After another thirty minutes or so had passed and they had mingled extensively, an announcer suggested they all take their seats. After looking around they found their nametags at a table slightly off to the side. Once seated, several other couples came to claim their seats. Kayla noted the empty seat next to hers had ‘O. Anderson’ on the place tag. Before long, Livy strode up and took her seat, smiling at Kayla.
“Nice. I get to sit next to the nicest lady I’ve met all evening,” she whispered to Kayla, causing a faint blush on Kayla’s cheeks.
“Thank you, you’re too kind.”
“So, now tell me more about your art work,” asked Livy, as she poured a glass of wine for herself, Kayla and Zach.
“Oh, well, I prefer oils…”
Their conversation was friendly and loose for the twenty minutes until the MC called for order.
“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to our annual charity auction session. I wanted to let you know there will be a slight change in our protocol this evening, one I believe most everyone will enjoy and which will help raise more money for our honored guest’s charity. Enjoy your meal, have an extra drink to help loosen your purse strings and once dessert is over, we’ll have a brief talk before starting the auction.”
Kayla thought the food was amazingly good and the wine was top notch. Before long she realized she was working on her third glass which was way beyond her normal consumption, so she quit drinking, leaving her glass nearly full and declining refills from her overly attentive table companion. Livy engaged her in long conversations about art, politics and modern society in general while occasionally laying a hand lightly on Kayla’s arm. She felt at times Livy was overly attentive even to the point of ignoring others at their table. Once dessert was finished, the plates were cleared and coffee served, the MC rose again to address the group.
“Hello, once again. I know you are all excited to get to the auction but first, I wish to ask Harold Wilson to give a brief summary of our financial status from the past year.”
Kayla noted Mr. Wilson seemed to be a nervous little guy who was probably happier working with a spreadsheet than talking to people. He stuttered a little but was able to let everyone know the business was doing well and everyone could expect a nice holiday bonus. Applause greeted his announcement. Following him was Mr. Jones who gave a brief summary of their business plans for the next year. When he wrapped up his little talk, he took a long drink from his tumbler, cleared his throat and faced the crowd.
“And now, we will proceed with the main event of the evening. Before we do, I want to remind each and every one of you that this meeting is highly confidential. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to speak of this session outside of this room. This is kind of like Vegas: what happens here, stays here. Does everyone understand?”
There were general nods of agreement throughout the attendees before he went on. “Mr. Sanderson, would you please escort all waitpersons from the room and instruct the doorman to lock the door? Thank you.”
“Now, before we start, I want to tell everyone here this is a fun little event we started years ago. It is a fund raiser for any charity the winner chooses. All funds raised will be donated in her name and indeed she will be given credit for the donation and can use it for tax purposes. At times in the past, it has been so lucrative the winner had no income tax to pay for the year.
“You may have heard rumors about this auction so I will let you know the details. Using a random number generator, a number corresponding to one of the ladies here will be selected and that particular lady will be auctioned off for the night to the winning bidder. The bidder and the lady will meet at a private room upstairs to spend the night together. What happens in that room is up to them, it is private and is never to be spoken of. Understand?”
Nodding heads accompanied a few nervous twitters were noted.
“OK, ladies, would you please turn over your coffee saucer and remove the number. That is your number and one of them will be chosen by the computer.
“OK. Now for the moment we’ve all been waiting for. Ladies, please hold your number in front of you while we ask Mr. Wilson to access the random number generator function on the computer.”
As Mr. Wilson pulled out his laptop, Kayla held her number thirty-two in front of her. Out of the corner of her eye she was vaguely aware of Livy turning away, reaching into her purse and seemingly working with her phone for a few seconds. She thought nothing of it while she nervously awaited the announcement.
“Mr. Wilson, do you have the program up and running?”
“In a bit. It’s unusually slow booting up but it seems to be, hmm, give me a few seconds…” After a wait that probably wasn’t more than a minute but for Kayla seemed like forever, Mr. Wilson finally spoke up. “Oh, there it is. Working great.”
“OK. Ladies, got your numbers? Alright, Mr. Wilson, please turn on the program and give us the number from one to fifty that your program has generated.”
A few seconds went by, seconds that seemed like eons to Kayla, until Mr. Wilson rose to the podium.
“The number chosen by the random number generator program is…thirty-two!”
After a second of dead quiet, all of the women in the audience but Kayla sighed in relief and nervously began to talk again. But Kayla sat there stunned. Her number had been chosen. She was going to be auctioned off. This was her every fear. She couldn’t believe it. Zach wrapped his arm around her reassuring her it would be OK and he was there for her. He whispered he’d buy out the winning bid. But she didn’t seem to hear him. It was as if she were having an out-of-body experience. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Livy drop her phone back in her purse and sit up as if nothing had happened. Kayla had a fleeting question as to what Livy had been working on but was more concerned about the upcoming auction.
“Who has number thirty-two?”
Kayla meekly raised her hand.
“Yes. Would you please come up here?”
Kayla stood and numbly walked to the front and up onto the low stage. The world around her seemed distant and eerie, sounds were echoing in her mind and her mouth was desert-dry. She was aware her heart was pounding double-time and her stomach was tied up into knots.
“So, my dear, can we have your name?”
“Kayla,” came the soft voice.
“Kayla? Yes, well, welcome and thank you for being a part of this annual tradition. For coming up here, you and your husband Zach, right?, will receive all the tax benefits of the auction and a nice boost of ten percent in his annual bonus. We should expect quite a nice amount of money generated this year. Do you have any questions?”
“No…”
“Well, everybody, we are changing things up a little this year.” He turned to Kayla and quietly asked her, “Do you have a bra and panties on under your clothes?”
Kayla, unable to talk but wondering why he asked, meekly nodded ‘yes.’
To the crowd he announced, “We decided to make things a bit more interesting for everyone here and more lucrative for you, Kayla. We will auction off five items of Kayla’s clothing before the final auction. The winner of those bids will be allowed to come forward and remove the item he has won the bid on and at the end, the final bidder will have a better idea of what he’s bidding on.”
Her brain finally processed what was going to happen. What the fuck? Was this some kind of sick joke? She was going to be naked! Her immediate response was to walk away but she knew her husband’s job was at stake.
“And,” he went on, “I need to announce right now, there are to be no photos taken. All phones and cameras must remain hidden and any violation of this simple rule will result in immediate eviction and job termination. Is that clear?”
There was a murmur of assent before he turned back to Kayla and spoke to her so that the crowd could hear. “It appears you have five easy items to auction: your coat, blouse, skirt, bra and panties. Once those have been auctioned off and removed, we will go with the final auction, that being a night alone with the winning bidder.”
She nodded, still stunned to realize she’d be nude, save for her stay-up stockings and heels, in front of the assembled group. Reluctantly, she decided to go through with it for Zach’s sake and let her eyes scan over the room. In front were several tables occupied by only men, men who appeared a bit older and whose dress was fancier. Clearly they were rich and she assumed they’d be doing the most bidding, after all, the men with spouses or girlfriends in tow sitting further back in the room would probably not be bidding on another woman!
“Good. So, everyone, Kayla will have those five items auctioned off. The winner of each item will be allowed to come forward and personally remove the item. Although groping is not allowed, I wouldn’t be surprised if a stray fingertip didn’t ‘accidentally’ touch this lady’s lovely skin while the item is being removed. Shall we begin?”
There was a murmur of assent from the crowd before he went on, “Our auctioneer is Mr. Waterman who, while not a professional auctioneer, has performed this in the past with, I must say, great success. Please, everybody, have another drink, open your wallets and lets begin!”
Kayla stood there still in a daze. She was going to be nude in front of everybody and end up going to someone’s room unless Zach bought out the winning bidder. She was actually proud of her body. Although she had occasionally regretted a few too many pounds around her waist, she thought her boobs and ass were truly exceptional, at least Zach seemed to love them. She had been to beaches wearing tiny bikinis and loved the attention she received when she had done so. Once in college she had gone on a camping trip with some of her sorority sisters and a few frat members and they had all skinny dipped in the lake and at the time, other than a little bit of nervousness, she had enjoyed the sensation. But here she’d be on raw display and there’d be no others similarly clad, or rather unclad, as the case may be.
The man who rose from his seat to come up to the stage was a pleasant middle-aged appearing man. Once next to her he introduced himself and quietly reassured her everything would be OK. He turned to the crowd.
“Good evening. I’m your auctioneer George Waterman. I expect this auction to be held in an orderly fashion and I need to remind you there will be absolutely no photos and no discussion of this outside of this room. Ok, let’s begin. I am now accepting bids for the opening item, Kayla’s coat. Do I hear $100?”
“Here.”
“Two hundred?”
“I will.”
“Three?”
“Here.”
The bidding went on and the value slowly crept up to over a thousand dollars, just to remove her coat. She couldn’t believe it.
“I have twelve hundred. Do I hear thirteen?…No? OK, twelve hundred going once… going twice…”
“Thirteen hundred!”
Kayla was startled to hear Zach’s voice.
“Thirteen? Any more? Fourteen? Hearing none, thirteen going once…going twice…Sold to the gentleman at the back table. Please come forward to claim your prize.”
Zach slowly made his way to the front and climbed up to the stage. Pure relief flooded Kayla’s mind as her husband approached her. As he reached over to slip off her coat, he leaned forward and whispered, “If you want to leave right now, I will support you one hundred percent. I’ll quit my job and you needn’t worry about being nude or being with the winner.”
“Thank you. It means so much to me but I want you to be successful, so I’m going to go with it. And besides, I’m proud of my body. Maybe, like you said, I am as good as Ms. Model over there or the blonde bimbo who sat right in front of us.”
“I know you are. But you’re sure you’ll go through with it?”
“Yeah, I am,” she replied with a bit of pride in her voice.
“Look, if at any time you want to stop, raise your left hand all the way up and I’ll come get you. OK?”
“Yeah. Left hand up. Got it.”
“You are so brave and I’m so proud of you. I’ll do everything I can to help this be over as quickly as possible.”
“You’ll buy out the winning bidder?” she asked with hope in her voice.
“Absolutely, I promise,” he finished as he kissed her cheek, gave her a little hug, slipped off her coat and laid it on a nearby table before returning to his seat.
“Thank you, Zach and thank you gentlemen for your bidding. For the simple removal of her coat the charity of her choice will receive thirteen hundred dollars!” came the announcement with a smattering of applause. “Please understand, the winner was her husband, so he was able to take a few liberties that will not be allowed for other winners. Now, next we will auction off her blouse. Do I hear five hundred?”
“Aye.”
“Six?”
“Here.”
“Seven?”
“I’ll offer nine hundred!”
“Thank you. We have a bid of nine hundred. Do I hear a thousand?”
“One thousand.”
“Any more bids? Look folks, her coat went for thirteen hundred and so I’m sure—”
“Fifteen hundred.”
“Sixteen!”
“Eighteen.”
“Two grand,” was called out to a smattering of applause.
“That’s more like it. Our Kayla up here is well worth it, aren’t you, Kayla?”
She nervously nodded ‘yes.’
“Any more bids to remove this lovely lady’s blouse?” There was a slight pause before he went on, “Twenty-one? Anybody? No? OK, two thousand going once…twice…any last bids? Sold for two thousand dollars!”
The crowd erupted as a tall, silver-haired man in a fancy suit came forward. “Hello, Kayla, my name’s Jim. I’m proud of you for doing this,” he said as he reached up and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Once the blouse was open, he attempted to remove it but the tails were tightly stuck inside her skirt. “Can you, uh…?”
She nodded ‘yes’ as she pulled the tails free and Jim walked behind her and slowly pulled the blouse open and down behind her. Kayla was standing facing the crowd with only her slinky, lacy bra and skirt keeping her modesty intact. There was a hush for a few seconds as everyone watched her. Once Jim had folded the blouse, placed it on the table and left the stage, the murmurs of conversation resumed.
As Kayla stood there, she developed almost a sense of pride. She knew she was decent looking and the temporary hush of the crowd confirmed it. “I think I can do this,” she thought to herself, “No! I know I can.”
“Very good, Kayla, you have now earned thirty-three hundred dollars for your favorite charity. Shall we proceed?”
After she nodded ‘yes,’ the auctioneer began anew.
“Next up, or should I say off,” he chuckled, “Is her skirt. So, do I hear a bid for…?”
“Two thousand,” interrupted the first bidder.
“Twenty-one hundred.”
“Twenty-two.”
“Twenty-five.”
There was a slight pause in the bidding when Mr. Waterman spoke again, “We have twenty-five hundred bid to remove this lady’s skirt. If you’d turn to the side slightly, Kayla, please. Now everybody, please look at this lovely lady’s tush. Lovely, well-shaped, if I say so myself. The winner of this bid will be up close as he pulls the skirt down and, as I said before, a stray hand might ‘accidentally’ touch it. So, are there any more …?”
“Twenty-six.”
“Twenty-seven.”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Three grand,” was shouted next to polite applause from the audience.
“I have three grand. Any more? Anyone? No? OK, I have three thousand dollars going once…going twice…”
“Thirty-one hundred!”
“Oh, my! Another bid. Thirty-one hundred. Do I hear thirty-two? OK, thirty-one going once…going twice…Sold to the gentleman over at table number four. Please come up here, Sir.”
Once the middle-aged man with a significant beer belly arrived on stage, he was directed to Kayla. Unlike Jim, he did not introduce himself but walked up to her, quickly undid her belt, pulled down the zipper over the one hip and let the skirt fall to the floor. She did feel his hand surreptitiously rub one of her cheeks before he stepped back and left the stage.
“What an asshole,” she thought to herself as she had to bend over and pick her skirt up off the floor before placing it on the table.
“OK, bidders, now we are getting to the final two clothing bids. I flipped a coin earlier this evening and heads won so we will be auctioning off Kayla’s bra before we take care of the panties. Oh, and Kayla, lovely undies, by the way.”
Kayla was secretly pleased. She had happened to have worn a nice coordinated set of underwear. Both items were lacy, dark purple and extremely thin, almost to the point of being see-through. She could feel her nipples bead up under her top and to her surprise, she sensed a tiny bit of moisture below. “How could I be getting turned on?” she silently asked herself as she turned to the auctioneer and gave him a tiny ‘Thank you’ nod.
“OK, let’s get started. Do I hear an opening bid?”
“Three thousand.”
“Thirty-five hundred!”
“Four!”
“Five thousand US dollars.” There was a light applause but the bidding went on.
“Five and a half.”
“Six.”
“Seven.” Suddenly the bidding stopped before the auctioneer broke in, “We have seven thousand dollars for the privilege of removing her bra. Any more bids? Hearing none…Seven thousand going once…twice…Sold!”
Applause broke out as perhaps the youngest member of the front tables stood and went up to the stage. “Here is our winner with a generous bid of seven thousand dollars. Sir, you may remove her bra.”
“Hi, Kayla, is it?” he whispered when he was behind her, “I’ll undo this and then stand in front. OK?”
“Uh, Sir, it’s a front hasp.”
“Oh, I see. Well, turn around.” She stood with her back to the audience as he fiddled with the hasp before it popped open. Dragging his fingertips across her nipples, he slowly pulled the cups from her breasts and gazed down at her. “Lovely, absolutely lovely breasts you have there. Thank you,” he softly said before he slipped the bra down behind her and handed it to her.
Kayla placed the bra on the table and slowly turned to the audience, straightening her torso and slightly thrusting her breasts forward as she did. The audience went absolutely quiet as they stared at her wonderful, proud breasts. She had always been proud of them, but on that evening she knew, absolutely knew her pride was justified. And they were certainly better looking than those of Ms. Model’s over at the far table. After nearly a minute of silence, a low hum of voices picked up and the auctioneer, who seemed tongue-tied merely looking at her, turned back to the crowd.
“Lovely, Kayla. Thank you. Are you ready for the next step? Good. Let’s begin. Bidders, we will now accept bids on the removal of her panties. I’ll throw things open…”
“Five thousand.”
“Seven.”
“Eight.”
“Nine thousand.”
“Nine five.”
“Ten thou.”
After a pause in the bidding, Mr. Waterman addressed the crowd, “We have ten thousand dollars offered for the chance to remove her panties. Do I hear any more bids? Ten going once. Ten twice….Sold. Would the winning bidder please come forward.”
Kayla saw it was the man named Jim coming forward yet again, something which pleased her immensely. He had been so polite.
“Hi, it’s me again,” he smiled, causing her to smile in return. “I want to thank you for doing this. I know it must be embarrassing but think of the money you’ve earned for your charity.”
“Thank you.”
“Uh, why don’t we have you turn around and I’ll slip them down before you turn back to the audience?”
She nodded acceptance, turned to him and hooked her thumbs under the waist of the panties, offering them to him. He took the elastic and stretched it out slightly, looking down at her hair before he kneeled in front of her and slowly tugged them down to her knees while lightly dragging the backs of his fingers against her thighs. Once at her knees, the panties fell to the floor. He picked them up and handed them to her while looking up at her pelvis to see sparse, neatly trimmed reddish-brown hair which had been shaved completely from her lips.
“Lovely. Your husband is a very, very lucky guy. Good luck to you,” he softly spoke before standing and while gently holding her shoulders, turned her to face the room. Again, the room fell silent. Kayla stood there wearing only her stay-up hose and high heels.
And she felt herself getting a bit more excited. Her nipples tightened and a sense of moisture between her lips became more prominent. She had never considered herself an exhibitionist but on that night she realized two things: She was truly attractive, the silence of the room confirmed it, and she was proud of it. Proud to be stared at. Proud to be desired. Proud to be envied even by the most beautiful women in the room. She took in a deep breath, let it out slowly, put a soft, warm smile on her lips and gently turned from side to side to allow everyone to see her.
The first clap was startling but within a few seconds more people joined in and soon the entire audience was applauding. They were applauding her! They were applauding her nerve, her pride and her beauty. She suddenly felt like a million dollars as her smile broadened. On the last turn to her left her eyes met Zach’s. For a fraction of a second she worried he’d be angry but was relieved to see he had a smile from ear to ear, a smile much as a dad might have when his son hits a winning homerun or when his daughter breaks a scoreless tie on the soccer field. Relief flooded her, relief which was short lived as the auctioneer spoke again.
“Lovely, isn’t she? And now who is going to win the bid for her for the night?”
In that one instant, Kayla’s fears she’d spend the night with someone came racing back. Her panties had cost ten thousand dollars and she knew the status of Zach’s and her savings account. There was no way the bidding would stop anywhere within their budget. With a sudden, new nervousness, she turned to face the audience with some of her previous pride slipping from her.
“I want to start the bidding at a reasonable level. How about where we were with the panties?”
“Ten thousand.”
“Eleven.”
“Twelve.”
“Thirteen.”
“Fifteen.”
There was a pause in the bidding for a few seconds. “Folks, imagine, a whole night with this lovely lady. And all I’m hearing is fifteen thousand?”
“Sixteen.”
“Seventeen.”
“Seventeen five”
“Eighteen.”
“I’ll bid twenty thousand!”
The place went wild with cheering and applause and once things settled down, the auctioneer spoke up again, “What a wonderful bid. With all the bids together, the charity of her choice will benefit to the tune of over forty-three thousand! Any more bids?”
“Twenty-one thousand.” Kayla’s eyes bulged in her head. It was Zach’s voice. He was bidding on her! They couldn’t afford it, that much was for sure but she was overcome with love upon hearing it.
“The lady’s wonderful husband has bid twenty-one thousand. Thank you, Sir. Twenty-one thousand going once…going twice…”
“Twenty-five thousand!” rang out a voice from the back of the room. Kayla’s head snapped up to see Livy’s raised hand.
“Uh, wow. We now have a bid of twenty-five thousand. Are there any others?”
“Twenty-five thousand, five hundred,” responded her husband.
“Thirty thousand,” came Livy’s response.
Kayla stood there stunned. Livy had bid on her again, this time way, way more than she and her husband could afford. And Livy had jumped the bid big time to prove she wasn’t about to lose.
Then it hit her: Livy had rigged it! Kayla was certain of it. When the computer was turned on for the random number generator, there was a brief pause while they tried to boot up the program and at that very instant, Livy had been furiously working with her phone. Kayla began to do a slow boil and almost, almost raised her left hand to allow her husband to rescue her. But her pride wouldn’t let her and she couldn’t embarrass her husband, she just couldn’t. She gritted her teeth and waited for the auction to finish.
“I have a most generous bid of thirty thousand dollars, far exceeding anything we’ve seen here in the past. Congrats, Kayla, you are our champion of all time. Are there any more bids?”
Kayla looked at Zach who looked devastated as he slowly shook his head telling her he couldn’t bid any more. She straightened up, faced the crowd and stared at Livy, trying to get her to blink. But Livy stared back with a tiny, sly smile, telling Kayla she would have ended up with Livy no matter how much Zach had bid.
“OK, we have thirty thousand going once…twice…final call…SOLD to the bidder in back.”
The crowd erupted and most people stood while applauding and whistling. It was a wonderful success for the auction and even for her sense of pride. But to spend a night with Livy? With a lesbian? She had never participated in any lesbian activity whatsoever, even when a few of her sorority sisters had tried to seduce her. She had no interest. None. Zilch. Nada. Yet if her husband’s career was to be saved, she’d have to go through with it. And Livy had bid so much Kayla knew her husband couldn’t begin to buy out Livy’s bid. Maybe, maybe Livy would allow Zach to buy her out for less than the bid. Maybe.
Zach worked his way forward and up onto the stage. “Oh, Honey, I tried, but we don’t have that kind of money.”
“I know, I know, Sweetheart, but I’m glad you tried. Maybe if you can talk with her…”
“Oh, I plan to, believe me. I’ll do everything I can to buy out her bid. That’s usually what happens, I’m told. Uh, I’ve got an idea: Maybe I can buy her out and pay off over time.”
“Yeah, you could do that. Thank you for working on it. I love you so much, Honey.”
“Uh, Kayla,” interrupted the auctioneer, “Here’s a coat for you to put on and your room key is in the right pocket. You need to wait here for twenty minutes or so and then head upstairs. OK?”
She nodded her understanding and sent Zach on his way with the plea for him to do anything possible to buy out Livy’s bid. She watched him go up to Livy and escort her out of the room. Kayla was hopeful he’d be able to arrange a deal and they could be together and ultimately laugh at what had happened.
Twenty minutes later and with the stylish overcoat securely wrapped around her and her clothes in a nice tote bag, Kayla took the room key and rode the elevator to the top floor where there was only one door across from the elevator.
“Wow,” she thought to herself, “The penthouse.”
The key turned on the little light green and she let herself into the suite. There was a spacious sitting area with several soft chairs, a sofa, work desk and a large TV screen behind some cabinet doors. The view was phenomenal and the city lights gave a warm glow to the room. Off to one side was a French door leading to a small swimming pool and a jacuzzi. Through another door was a large bed with turned down sheets and some chocolates on the pillows. She wandered around checking out the bathroom, hot tub and minibar which was, if anything, not ‘mini’ at all.
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She began to relax. Certainly, Zach had arranged to buy out Livy’s bid and he would be up soon. Since she had found herself getting excited as she stood there during the final bidding, she wanted him in the worst way. After spritzing a bit of sexy perfume found in the bathroom on her neck and breasts, she walked back into the main room to wait for Zach.
A tentative knock on the door told her he was there, at least it sounded like a knock he would use, and she hoped it was him! After jumping up and opening the door, relief flooded her heart. Zach stood there with a wry grin.
“Oh, Honey, come in,” she sighed as she wrapped her arms around him before giving him a deep, sexy kiss. “You know, I kinda got excited up there near the end and I think you, well, we’ll both enjoy the results. And look at this room!”
“Uh…” he responded.
“And I’m so, so glad you were able to buy out the bid.”
“Well, uh, you see, not completely. True, I’m here with you tonight but…” he responded nervously before turning to the partially closed door behind him. “Uh, Livy, you wanna go ahead and come on in?”
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