Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
A skinny guy with tattoos down the right side of his face walks up and looks me over like there’s a freshness seal hidden somewhere. “You think she really is?”
“Doesn’t fucking matter,” Crusher says with a wave of his meaty hand. “I bet she’ll squeal like one either way, and that’s what they’re paying for.”
Oh, God. I thought maybe it would help if they knew, but this is so much worse. “I’m not,” I lie, forcing myself to breathe against his grip. “And I’ll tell them so. I sleep with guys all the time. So many I’ve lost count.”
His smile gets nasty. “You sure about that? You’ll end up getting fucked either way, and you can only sell your first time once. People pay big bucks for a virgin, and a hundred grand is a hell of a lot of money. If I put you up for auction, it’ll earn you a good down payment on that debt.”
When he lets go, I draw a deep breath, staying against the wall so I can use it for support. "Auction?”
"Yeah, we’ll put you up last. I bet if you walk around and wiggle that ass, word will spread. You make sure there isn’t a cock in the whole fucking room that isn't hard for you by the end of the night, and you’re gonna get fucking bids. The faster you earn the money, the sooner you can get back to baking cupcakes or whatever the fuck else you do.”
Get a roomful of guys hard for me? I can barely talk to men on a good day, and that’s when I want to. “I don’t know… I’m not that kind of girl.”
He grins. “I know, that’s what they pay for. Or maybe your sister will be more interested in the idea.”
“You said you’d leave her alone if I came with you!”
“And you said you’d do what we fucking asked!” he roars right back at me.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” As much as I hate it, he’s probably right, and am I really going to stand here and argue about how to sell myself?
With a solid swat on my ass, he drives me ahead of him like a cow to slaughter. I try to keep my stride confident, but as I turn the corner to face the room they're having the auction in, my legs turn to jello. The lights are low, the smell of smoke and alcohol is strong, and it’s full of men lounging around waiting for the show to start. Some are in biker leathers, but others are wearing suits, or look like totally normal guys who just got out of work. There's got to be at least fifty people in there, if not more. I put a hand against the wall to support myself while I wait for my breathing to steady.
"You'll be fine," grunts Crusher and swats my behind again. "Just wiggle those fat tits around and smile. If you’re lucky, they’ll see that ass and pay double to pop both cherries."
Double, for…? The world gets a little fuzzy for a second and I taste bile in the back of my throat. "Just… give me a moment, okay?"
A tall guy in a gray suit and slick, black hair raises a hand to get Crusher's attention. "Fine, get yourself together. But if I don't see you out there in five minutes, I'm going to tie you up, put you on the center table and let the crowd do their inspections by hand. Got me? Screwball, don’t let her out of your sight," he growls at one of his henchmen.
I shudder and nod.
The guy in the suit looks at me and smiles with blindingly white teeth. He's handsome, and looks professional, which gives me a sliver of hope. Maybe I can get out of the worst of this if I appeal to someone who looks like they’d listen to my story.
But there's something about the way he sizes me up that makes me pause. His eyes settle on my breasts before coming up to my face, and his thin smile doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s no pity or compassion there. He gives me chills that linger long after he turns his attention to Crusher. They're talking quietly together when I draw a deep breath and steel myself to cross the threshold.
The high heels force me to take shorter steps than I'm used to, and my hips sway like a figure eight, wiggling my butt in the short skirt. This is unreal. I’m about to auction off my virginity to save my sister. Me, an apprentice baker whose idea of a wild night is working on my edible cookie dough recipe and cracking open a bottle of sparkling wine. I don’t do this kind of stuff.
Except today, I am.
As soon as I walk in, I can feel eyes on me. Some slide away quickly, but others linger, hot and with expectations I’m not sure how to meet.