Nicky
“The fun begins,” Tony said with a devilish glee to his voice. The girls had taken off the transparent nighties and lined up side by side like contestants in a beauty pageant. Some of them were striking sexy poses (or trying to), some looked a little uncomfortable, and Katrina, the gorgeous girl with the pleading smile that I couldn’t take my eyes off of looked like she literally wanted to run screaming. I could tell she was doing her best to hold it together, but she kept bringing her arms up to cover herself then forcing them down, fidgeting from one foot to the other, and tugging at the long blonde hair draped over her left shoulder, as if she thought she could cover herself with it.
I recognized the woman who ran the auction. Her name was Lois Perkins, a former stripper from back in Uncle Gino’s day. She was giving them instructions and talking with her hands, like a quarterback in a huddle.
I sipped a fresh glass of champagne and glanced around the room. There were probably thirty or forty men there now, eyeing the women and grinning like wolves before a slaughter. The big Russian prick and his fat fuck of a lawyer were standing on the other side of the room, eyeing me and whispering. When the Russian caught my eye, he gave me a grin and held up his middle finger.
“Who is that?” I asked Tony, nodding in the Russian’s direction.
“Dimitri Popov,” Tony said while masking his words behind the glass. “They call him “The Shiv” because he likes to cut things up. A real psycho cocksucker, an enforcer for the Russian mob. Steer clear of him. He’s like a disease. Spend enough time around him and you get sick and die.”
“I think he’s going to bid on the blonde,” I said, turning toward Tony so the Russian couldn’t see me speak. “Does he hurt girls?”
Tony sighed and glanced at Jimmy Fist, who uncharacteristically broke his silence to say, “He hurts everybody.”
“Good to know,” I said, turning back toward the girls. I glanced the Russian’s way one more time. He and his fat buddy were looking at Katrina with evil thoughts in their eyes.
I said to Tony, “Tell me how this works.”
“Lois will call the girls up one by one to stand on the podium,” Tony said, pointing toward the girls and the single podium in front of them, which was a couple of feet tall. “The starting bid is a hundred-grand with minimum raises of twenty-five-thousand. There is no limit on the dollar amount of raises, so you can go over twenty-five at a pop, if you want. Lois conducts the action until the bidding is done, then highest bidder gets the girl for the weekend.”
“Then what?”
“The bid includes the use of a suite upstairs for the weekend where the deal in consummated, so to speak. The girl is yours until midnight Sunday night. If the girl wants to leave with you afterward she can, but she has to stay here over the weekend so we can ensure her safety. If she leaves before Sunday midnight without a valid reason, she forfeits the money.”
I gave him a sideways frown. “Has that been a problem in the past? The safety of the girls?”
“We instigated the rule when the Russians started coming to the auction,” he said bitterly. “They would bid on a girl and nobody would ever see her again. Or she’d pop up working as a whore or a dancer in one of their clubs. It’s bad for business when a girl ends up sucking cock in a Russian brothel in Pittsburgh.” He glanced at the Russian and shook his head. “Fucking assholes.”
“Gentlemen, welcome,” Lois said, turning toward the crowd and clasping her hands together between her breasts. “If this is your first time to The Virgin Auction, welcome. If you are a repeat customer, welcome back.” She extended her arms and gave us all a sweeping clap. When no one clapped along with her, she let her expression go serious and reeled her arms back in.
“For our first-time guests, here are the rules.” She told the crowd basically what Tony had told me, ticking off the rules on her skinny fingers and leaving out any mention of disappearing girls and Russian brothels. When she was done, she went to the first girl in line, a skinny redhead with tits too large for her thin frame and a thick bush the same color as the hair on her head.
Lois extended her hand to the girl and led her to the podium, then held the hand as the girl stepped onto the podium and came to stand completely naked before the crowd with her hands held behind her back and her chin held proudly in the air.
“Gentlemen, if you will refer to the brochure for details, this is Candace. She is twenty-one, a natural redhead as you can see, and is ready to offer her virginity to the highest bidder. The bidding starts at one-hundred-thousand dollars. Who will give me an opening bid?”
I was shocked as controlled chaos broke out around me. Hands were thrust high in the air by men willing to spend cold hard cash for hot virgin pussy. Lois continually scanned the room with her arms outstretched in front of her. Her right hand was open and drifting across the crowd looking for the next bidder. Her left hand was balled into a fist and held in the direction of the highest bidder thus far. For the life of me, I didn’t know how she kept up. She would recognize a bidder’s amount (one-hundred-fifty-thousand, thank you, sir) then immediately ask for a higher bid (who’ll give me one-seventy-five?). The bidders laughed and kidded one another, as if it was all in good fun. Finally, at a high bid of two-hundred-thousand dollars, the redhead was auctioned off to a short, balding man I recognized from Wall Street, a guy I knew to be married with six kids and a couple of mistresses. He beamed as he approached the girl with his hand out to help her down from the podium.
“Congratulations, sir, please see the gentleman at the door to cover your bid and get the key to your suite.”
“Pretty fucking interesting, huh.” Tony bumped me with his shoulder. “It’s a fucking adrenaline rush when you’re bidding.”
“I’m sure,” I said, keeping my eye on Katrina, who was the fourth girl in line, one behind the black girl with the fitness mod
el body. I casually sipped my drink and pretended to be disinterested as the next two girls went for even more than the redhead. The fitness model brought half a million dollars, going to a guy wearing an Armani suit and black keffiyeh on his head like an Arabian sheik. When Lois led Katrina to the podium, I gave my empty glass to a passing waiter and rubbed the sweat from my hands.
“I knew you would bid,” Tony said happily, bumping me with his shoulder. He glanced at the Russian. The humor left his voice. “Dimitri is going to bid.”
I kept my eyes on Katrina. “How do you know?”
“Because he knows you’re interested.”
Sure enough, I glanced over at the Russian and he was smiling at me. He held up two fingers this time and slathered his tongue between them. It was at that moment that I knew that I was going to take Katrina upstairs to spend the weekend with me no matter the cost.
One, because I found her sexy as hell and could only imagine the delights I could derive from her luscious body.
Two, because the Russian was going to try to win her just to spite me, and if he won he would take his anger with me out on her and God only knew what else he would do to her.