His Nasty Little Pussy

That made us all squeal again. So scandalous. I shook my head woefully, looking around the table. We all had such good reputations. If only the people knew what a bunch of sluts my friends were.

“So, Chevonne,” Amber said, looking at me expectantly. “Tell us true, have you ever auctioned yourself off?”

“No,” I said. “It never occurred to me. Doing it with a stranger? Someone I have no emotional attachment to at all?”

That was such a turn-on I could barely think about it. It was too distracting, too hot. “Yeah,” Lacey said, a blissful faraway look on her face. “It’s great.”

“You should try it, Chevonne,” Janine said. “You’re too much of a goodie-two-shoe. Do something wild and crazy. We’re young, hot girls, and this is the time of our lives that we’re supposed to do the wild and crazy things we’ll regret for a few years, and then brag about when we’re too old to do such things anymore.”

“Yeah, nursing home confessions,” Amber said and laughed. “My grandmother told me to break all the rules, and get into trouble as much as possible because they will be my fondest memories when I’m her age.” She lowered her face almost to the table and spoke in a low, secretive tone. “Which is why I had a foursome with three frat boys last month.”

“Oh my,” I say, filled with hot, tingling butterflies.

My thoughts returned to Babydolls, and their Hot Chick auctions. That was so damned wrong on so many levels. Thoughts of a tall, sexy stranger’s hands on my body filled my mind. A man who just bought me. A man who owned me. A man who could, and would, do anything he wanted with me, and in the end, I would no longer be a virgin.

One month later, at 10 P. M. at Babydolls Gentlemen’s Club…Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Cindy said.

We were standing below the DJ booth, next to the steps up onto the strip club’s main stage. A gorgeous redhead was working the pole, between trips to receive tips from men approaching the stage. All she wore were black strappy stilettos, a pink thong, and lots of body glitter. And she had a big, big set of fake boobs.

“It’ll be fine,” Alexa said, giving Cindy’s back a little rub.

“You’re young, hot, and blonde. These pervs will all be in love with you.”

I stood last in that line of three young women on a Thursday night. We were the only three to be auctioned. Cindy Applegate was a tall, willowy blonde with a super model’s face and body. She wore a tight hot pink mini-dress and black pumps. Alexa Munoz was a five-foot-tall Latina, with a spectacular body and a glorious mane of shiny black hair. Hair down to her butt. She was dressed much sexier, in a black leather halter, skirt, and dog collar, and a pair of matching thigh boots. I felt ugly next to them, but thought I looked pretty sexy in my lacy black bustier top, with red bows and decorations, black spandex mini-skirt, and garter belt holding up lacy black stockings. I wore a new pair of shiny black Fuck Me Pumps, with towering five-and-a-half-inch stiletto heels.

Yeah, I was tottering precariously.

“What order do you guys want to be auctioned? First? Second? Last?” the DJ said.

“Is it time?” I said, feeling my insides go cold. He nodded. “I’m last.”

I wanted time to change my mind if it didn’t go well for

Cindy and Alexa. Of course, I had no idea what “not go well” meant. Being auctioned off for sex was scary and sexy at the same time. At the moment, it was more scary.

“I’ll…I’ll go first,” Cindy said, hugging herself tightly even as she beamed a bright smile at the DJ.

“Otherwise I’ll chicken out.”

“Coolness, baby doll,” he said. “How do you want me to announce you? What are you offering for the sale price?”

That whole ‘sale price’ thing kinda irked me. We would each get ninety percent of our sale price. Alexa came every week to auction herself off, and that’s how she earned her living. She claimed to live well, too. Sounded like prostitution to me, but was it? I thought it best to not broach the subject with her.

“Just announce me as Sapphire, and that I am offering a night of no hold’s barred sex.”

I froze as the DJ jotted that down. Using an alias like “Sapphire” never occurred to me. It sounded quite prudent, but prudence wasn’t something any of the three of us was practicing that night.

“Got it, Sapphire, one night of anything goes,” he said and turned to Alexa. “Hey, Alexa, looking hot and delicious as ever, baby doll.” “Thanks, DJ Naughty Boy,” she purred, and stroked his cheek. “Nothing’s changed. I’m

Alexa, and I offer a night of La Vida Loca to some very lucky man.”

“Sweet. One of these nights, I’m going to buy you,” he said, and she kissed him on the lips.

“Promises, promises,” Alexa said, giving him a look that made my blood pressure spike.

His eyes lingered on her face, and her lips, and then raked her body head to toe three times before he reluctantly turned to me. Lust filled his face, but it wasn’t for me. I felt a pang of jealousy. Why couldn’t I make a man lust after me so powerfully?

“So…um…,” he said, and glanced at his clipboard. “Ah, here you are. Chevonne DeHardy. Yes.” He glanced hungrily at Alexa, who smiled and winked. He had to shake himself after turning back to me. “So, Chevonne, how do you want to be announced?”

I wanted an exotic, sexy AKA so badly, but my mind was filled with the same chaos as my stomach. “I’m Chevonne, and I offer my virginity.”