But the thing is, he doesn’t know me. Sure, Mr. White knows me as the sweet and succulent Abby, the one who’s always dying for his dick, begging him to put it anywhere in my body. But he’s never seen me in action, not really … and I was about to deliver the shock of his life.
CHAPTER SIX
Jared
God, the moment had come. Go time was here, the auction was about to begin and I reached for Abby’s elbow, intending her to escort her to a front-row seat. I wanted her to see just what it was about, the huge sums of money trading hands, and who the buyers were.
Because my brothers are good-looking mofos, I have to admit. Money can’t buy you happiness, but it sure as hell can buy you a lot of other stuff. So yeah, my fellow billionaires have the best personal trainers, the best nutritionists, the best tailors, and it showed. They were handsome bastards and I was sure once Abby got a look, her defenses would crumble, she’d agree to go on the block.
But as I reached for her elbow, my hand closed on air. What the fuck? I spun around, looking for the brunette. WTF, WTF? Right when it was most important, my girl had disappeared, and I growled with frustration. How the fuck could this be happening? I’d brought Abby here specifically for this purpose, and now at the climactic moment, she was nowhere to be found.
“Where is she?” I growled. “Did you see her?” I asked my friend.
But Xander merely shook his head, shrugging, reaching for that mean blonde.
“Naw, but I’m sure she’s around somewhere. Pretty one you got,” he drawled suggestively before striding off, his companion trailing from his arm.
I spun around again, looking for Abby, eyes searching through the crowds, hoping for a glimpse of brown curls, a flash of those curvy assets. Goddammit! Where was she? When I found her, I was gonna throw her over my lap and give that ass a good beating, finishing with my joystick in her bottom.
But it was hopeless. The brunette had vanished in a flash, exactly when I’d turned my back for a second. How the fuck did she pull off this trick? The girl had barely been able to walk in heels, teetering around like a baby giraffe, reaching for my arm to steady herself. And more than once, she’d fallen against me, pressing her breasts into my arm with a small gasp of “Sorry Daddy!” Bullshit. That girl was bad in heels, yeah, but what she’d really wanted was to press those titties against my strong arm, giving me a sample of the good stuff.
But evidently, the brunette was fleet-footed because she’d vanished without a trace and as the crowd drew around the concourse, I had no choice but to follow. Goddammit, goddammit! Abby was infuriating, this girl had such a way of screwing up even the best laid plans. And now it was too late because as the mass closed in around the raised dais, the lights dimmed and a spotlight snapped on, blinding in its glare.
“Welcome to the Billionaires Ball Auction,” chimed a dulcet female voice. “Tonight we will be showcasing some of our finest goods, the most succulent female flesh available in the Continental United States and beyond. Handlers,” she continued, “please lead Article Fifty-Four onto the stage, we’re ready to begin.”
And with a hush, the crowd quieted, the stage lights focusing on a hidden door by the rear. It opened with a silent hiss, revealing a girl in a midnight cape, hood draped over her face, men in black masks gripping her elbows. Slowly, she was led into the center of the dais, men and women looking on from all around.
“Article Fifty-Four,” the female voice commanded. “Please remove your cape.”
The woman didn’t budge, silent and still, but the handlers took over and slowly pulled the velvet material from her frame. A hushed gasp rose from the crowd because of course, the girl was stunningly beautiful. The blonde couldn’t have been more than nineteen, with big blue doe eyes and golden skin, all of it blemish-free, clad in nothing at all.
That’s right, for this particular auction, we weren’t even bothering with the traditional g-string. The girl was nude as the day she was born except for sky-high heels in gold, elongating those beautiful pins.
“Article Fifty-Four, please turn around,” commanded the female voice.
But the girl stood there, paralyzed under the spotlight, big boobies heaving, the pink slit of her cunt peeking out from between her thighs, forcing the handlers to take charge. With black-gloved hands, they manipulated the female so that she rotated slowly to the left, showing her assets, and then rotated to the right, giving the entire crowd a good view.
And of course, everything about the product was perfect, from her pouty pink lips to the nubile crevice that beckoned between her legs. It was almost like a cattle auction, nothing was left out. Whenever the voice chimed, the girl was bent this way and that, showing off each and every inch of that gorgeous body, like the most priceless human doll.