Buying the Virgin

I stand on the podium, looking at the crowd in front of me. I’m scared, trembling as I face them.

I can’t complain. I volunteered for this, and in a few days, I’ll have more money than I’ve ever seen in my life. But I have to get through the next few days and… I’m scared.

I am looking at a sea of male faces: handsome, ugly, white, black, Hispanic, Asian, tall, short. You name it, they’re in front of me. The only thing they have in common: they’re all rich. Some of them are very rich. I suppose that it will be one of the very rich ones who buys me.

“Charlotte, turn around,” instructs the auctioneer. “The clients want to see what they are paying for.”

I swallow hard and turn slowly around and, trying not to look anyone in the eye, drop my gaze to the floor. My breath is fast and short, my heart pounding.

“Raise your head,” shouts a voice from the floor. “At these prices, I want to see what I’m getting.”

I raise my head, biting my lip and trying to be brave. It’s too late for me to back out now. If I do, they’ll never give me a second chance and I’ll have lost the opportunity of a lifetime.

All the faces are staring at me. The auctioneer leans over to me and whispers, “If you want to get your price up, look at them. Smile a bit. You need to look young and shy, but not scared stupid. They want to know they’re going to have a good time with you.”

I nod and try to follow his advice. Perhaps I could pick out odd individual faces and just exchange a look with them for a moment. Scanning the array of faces, I settle on a few of the more handsome, or more friendly-looking, ones. Some of the guys look quite scary and I really hope that none of them will be the winning bidder.

“Now then gentlemen,” starts the auctioneer. “We all know why we are here. Charlotte here is twenty-two years old and has been certified by our medical experts to be a virgin. Of course, the winning bidder will be able to test that out for himself. All bids are final except in the event of Charlotte herself not complying with the terms of the auction. Which is to say that she will willingly serve the winning bidder in any way he requires for a period of one week. The sale of her virginity is included in the terms. Recipients of the proceeds of the sale are: house takes 50%; Charlotte takes 50%. The winning bid will be lodged in full by the winning bidder with an intermediary attorney immediately after the close of the auction for the period of one week, after which it will be paid to the recipients.”

“So, gentlemen. Who is going to start the bidding?”

Please, please let the bidding go well. I can’t have done this for nothing.

a huge computer screen on the wall, displaying the progress of the bidding. There are perhaps a couple of hundred faces or so actually in front

an amount of money that makes me blink, then progressing in thousand-dollar increments. Well, at least I don’t

eye. He looks quite nice, good-looking. Will it be him? But after only a few

willing to bid any higher, they want to be able to

All the

you. But the better they can see what they are

low-cut blouse. The hall falls silent as I unbutton the blouse and let it fall to the floor. My skirt follows, leaving

a voice from the back “let’s see the rest.”

my large, pendulous breasts. It feels no better, seeing appreciative, and sometimes calculating, looks from some of the faces in

the floor. I hadn’t anticipated this, thinking that I would at least be

audience, trying to stand straight and thinking that I should be

Oddly, I don’t.

has been holding me for the last two days is fading away and is being replaced with a

I

slightly over my breasts and cascading down to my waist. I am at least confident that

The bidding resumes.

to be knocked out of the bidding early. Some of the

three-way war between a short fat man (urgghhhh… noooo…), a tall, kinda-Chinesey-looking, guy, and

shaking his head and looking pissed off. The bidding continues between

247 at the back.” The

I am inside he says, “Please read the sale document aloud and then sign