I'm out of time and I have to do something fast, but can I really sell my virginity?
Chapter 2
Evan
This is really the last place I want to be tonight, but my buddy wanted to go out to celebrate his divorce and being free again. Of course, there's no way I can tell him no. Not after everything he's been through with his toxic ex and her cheating and lies. He’s finally free, and that is definitely something to celebrate.
So here I am at Club Red for some kind of event that he insisted is the perfect way to kick off his newfound freedom. I figure I can come and show my support, have a few drinks and slip out as everyone gets too drunk to notice that I'm no longer there. Then in the morning, I can call to check on them and no one will be the wiser.
"Come on, man, tell me you're finally going to loosen up and get laid tonight. How long has it been since you've been with a woman? It's been almost a decade since you've been in any kind of relationship," my buddy Marcus says.
He's not wrong. Being a single dad, a relationship was the last thing on my mind. My main focus was on making sure that my son was taken care of while devoting my time to him. Though, I’m not going to admit to the last time that I've been with a woman.
They don't need to know that it's been years since I've been with anyone. Not since my son brought home, Aspen. They were dating at the time, and she captivated me in a way I can't even describe. They have since broken up and to this day we've been nothing more than friends, but I can't even look at another woman without thinking about her.
She may be nineteen, but she's still way too young for me. Though that hasn't stopped me from watching her and thinking about her. Chances are no woman will match up to her and until I can move past her, there will be no one else.
When she was dating my son, at least they would come over for dinner and I'd get my fix from talking to her. While she was there with my son, I would cook dinner with her and spend time with her. Even that little bit of time was enough.
We would throw a movie and game night. My son and she would have friends over to use the pool. To this very day, Aspen, in a bikini still haunts my dreams.
Since they've broken up, it’s been more difficult to see her. I have even ventured into what many might call stalking territory. With the need to take care of her, I frequently leave groceries on her doorstep making sure that she eats.
But I don't just leave healthy food either. I make sure all her favorites are there. I even went as far as buying that crappy diner where she works so I could give her a raise so she can pay her bills. Any time she asks for more shifts she gets them, even if no one is really needed.
When her mom died, I made sure to show up at the funeral and support her. Against her will, I also took care of some of the funeral costs. At that point, she was so happy to have a familiar face that she leaned on me the whole day and let me take control. Not only did I hate every tear that fell from her eyes, I hated how sad she was. But being able to take care of her in that manner? It was still one of the best days. No reason needed to have her in my arms. She was there and made no point in trying to leave.
On that day, I didn't leave her side. When people started to hang on too long, I would move them along, making sure she ate and had something to drink. Even going so far as to make sure she was where she needed to be. I let her wallow in her grief, and she trusted me to make sure that everything was taken care of properly.
Had she been mine, that night after everyone left, I would have taken her upstairs and made love to her until she forgot that she had a reason to be sad and upset. But she wasn't mine and no matter how much I wanted to it just wouldn't have been right. Aspen is always going to be my son's ex-girlfriend, and my son is the only family I have left.
As I’m thinking about Aspen, whatever event we’re at starts and I don't pay too much attention. Women that are barely dressed come out on stage and the men are bidding. I'm guessing to spend some time with these women for the night. Most of them look barely eighteen and not one of them catches my attention or even causes my dick to stiffen.
I order another drink, figuring that after this auction the guys will be thoroughly entertained, and I could sneak out. I’m not really keeping track of many of the women on the stage. Though a few of the guys have placed some bids and are having a good time. But by the time I get my drink, I happen to glance up and the woman walking out on stage catches my attention.
Aspen.
What's the fuck is this girl doing on stage wearing practically nothing? It’s bad enough she’s showing off all of her curves, but the clothes she’s wearing are so thin I can see the outline and the color of her nipples.
"What was this event again?" I ask Marcus, who's sitting beside me.
He laughs, "Finally, see something you like? It's a virgin auction where you're buying the girl's virginity. Have at it. It’ll be great to see you let loose for once."
Why the hell is Aspen selling her virginity? Is she in some kind of trouble and I didn't know? What has she gotten herself into? Why didn't she come to me?
Bidding starts and the guy next to me places a bid. I glare him down as I stand up. I'm not a violent person, but I've never wanted to punch someone in the face as much as I do right now.
What the fuck is going on?
Chapter 3
Aspen
I have never been so scared in my entire life. Not when my mom was sick and not when she died. But standing up here getting ready to go out on stage, I think I'm about to throw up.
After I signed up for the auction at Club Red, they called me in and went over everything. They had me sign so many papers stating the guys were buying time with a virgin, not my virginity specifically. Some sort of legal thing, I guess.
Once I signed the papers, I was whisked away to have every inch of me buffed, polished, waxed, and trimmed. When I looked in the mirror after they did my hair and makeup tonight, I swear I didn't look like myself. Then they got me dressed.