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Part of me wondered what the fuck I was looking at, while another part knew exactly what it was.

At the back of this large room was a stage and on this stage stood five completely naked women, each of whom were collared. There was an auctioneer taking bids on one of the women in the middle of the stage. It all looked very civilized as I saw the gentlemen in the room seated in round booths, some on their own, some with other women, some with what I assumed were business associated.

“This is Clara,” the auctioneer read from a leather-bound journal on a podium. “She is 22, a senior at NYU, and has studied ballet for the past 17 years. Turn around for us please, Clara.”

I watched as Clara did what she was told, totally mesmerized and aghast at what I was seeing and hearing. They truly were auctioning off women here on the second floor of Club V.

“Clara, like all of our lovely young ladies here this evening, meets all the standard requirements. She is a virgin and as you can tell by the emerald collar, she is willing to engage in sex, a little bondage, and…anal? Do you do anal, Clara?”

Clara turned and smiled coyly at the auctioneer and the crowd and nodded.

“Ah, very good. Why don’t you bend over for our bidders.”

I watched, transfixed as Clara bent over and spread her cheeks, showing the potential bidders in the audience her ass and pussy. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. I wanted to run, to get out of the room without anyone noticing me, but there was something about it that was so…shocking and scintillating, I almost wanted to see things through to the end.

“Very nice, Clara. You can turn back around now. You’ll see Clara has smaller breasts, 30A. She watches her figure for ballet and there’s a note here that the bondage must be performed pretty carefully so as not to leave bruises because she has a performance coming up in less than a month.” The auctioneer looked out into the crowd. “That means you’d better stay away from this one, Mr. Delaney.”

A few members of the crowd of bidders laughed at this and then the auctioneer began asking for bids.

At that point I had had enough. I could not believe what I was seeing, that all the rumors were true, and that they were auctioning off virgins up here on the second level of Club V. I needed to get out of there and fast before someone noticed me standing there watching the borderline illegal proceedings.

I turned and ran smack dab into a brick wall I didn’t remember being there before and then realized it wasn’t a brick wall, but one of the largest men I had ever seen and in the low light I could read that his name tag said “Carl.”

“How did you get in here?” he whispered gruffly as he grabbed me by the elbow and steered me back out past the velvet curtain, through the door and out into the hallway.

“I was looking for—”

“Did you find what you were looking for? What do you think you’re doing nosing around up here? You know you aren’t supposed to be in this part of the club. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I’m taking you down to Vance’s office right now.”

My heart raced as the bouncer led me back down the hall and to a different elevator, one that took us down to the hallway that housed the offices. Carl wasn’t taking any of my explanation.

“You can talk to Vance about it. You know you aren’t supposed to be up there. It’s a private area. You’ll lose your job over this.”

Furious and almost in tears, I crossed my arms across my chest and realized I must look like a sullen child, but I wasn’t going to take this treatment from a bouncer. I would explain myself to this Vance guy or Jake, if I could locate him. I’d get Celeste to come in and back me up. I had only been looking for vermouth!

The door to one of the offices stood slightly ajar and Carl knocked on it before leading me inside.

“Mr. Vance, this one was in the auction room.”

“Oh really?” The man looked up from the work on his desk, somewhat amused at the sight of me next to massive Carl. “I wonder how the little mouse managed to make her way in there. Were you trying to crawl up on the auction block yourself?”

“I can explain—” I started to say but was cut off.

“I’m sure you can. Carl, thanks for bringing her down. You can head back up in case there are any other infiltrators trying to make their way into the auction.”

“Yes sir,” Carl said as he turned and left me there in the office with Vance.

“Come in, have a seat. We’ll chat.”

I followed his instructions, really wanting to do what I could to keep my job. It was clearly going to take a moment to explain, but I knew that once I had Celeste come in to back me up everything would be fine.

I took a seat across from him and now, closer, I could see what a handsome figure this man, who I assumed must be a manager or one of the other owners, really was. He had dark hair and a little stubble on his chin. Just enough to make him look sexy and sort of disheveled. His eyes were a striking deep blue and the rest of him looked like he was a Greek statue that had come to life. At least one with the clothes on. Fuck he was hot!

He caught me staring at him and smiled. “What’s your name?”

“Samara Tanza.”

“And what are you doing here tonight, Samara Tanza? God, that name just rolls right off the tongue.”

I crossed my arms and tried to remain as composed as possible. “I’m here bartending. I’m from the New Jersey location and I was brought in as backup for your bartending staff.”

He nodded his head. “Very good. What do you think of the New York club? How does it stack up to Jersey?” He seemed to be trying to put on a Jersey accent and it didn’t impress me at all. In fact, it was one of my least favorite things in the world whenever I felt like someone was joking about or criticizing the place that I called home. It was hard enough to overcome the kind of anti-Jersey sentiment that you often found in New York, but seriously to have this guy throwing it in my face was too much.

“Honestly? I prefer Jersey.”

He laughed. “Jersey’s a great place. I happen to like it a lot myself. I have some family there. So, you want to tell me how you managed to find your way into our most exclusive, private event?”

I shrugged. “It was an accident. We ran out of vermouth and Celeste sent me up to the second floor supply room to find some. I took a wrong turn…probably several wrong turns, and ended up in there.”

“And what did you see?”

I let out a long exhale. “I saw a lot. A lot more than I wanted to see.”

“Yes, but…” he paused and gave me a long look. “Do you understand what you saw in there?”

When did this guy think I was born? Yesterday? How could a person witness that and not understand?

“I saw a girl named Clara selling her virginity to the highest bidder,” I said, my tone clearly indicating what I thought about the way he was questioning me.

Mr. Vance nodded. It was sinking in that I hadn’t just arrived on planet earth and knew a little about the world and what was going on.

“Ah yes, Clara. I interviewed her. Sweet girl, she’s going to go places.” He looked at me with a devilish grin. “Happen to see who got her?”

“I didn’t stick around to find out,” I answered curtly.

“Probably the prince. He loves his ballerinas. Typically we don’t let our bidders return more than a few times each year, but he is so consistent and doesn’t mind paying our prices, so how I can say no?” He said as his long think finger lightly tapped his lips as if he was contemplating his own question.

My jaw was hanging wide open and I closed it, not wanting to give away exactly what I thought about this whole arrangement. I believed that women had the right to do whatever they wanted with their bodies, but I had a difficult time believing that any woman would give up her virginity to a total stranger. Except for in this case there was a shit ton of money involved and I knew how tempting something like that could be. Hadn’t I been there myself? I certainly wouldn’t have walked through the doors of Club V for the first time if it hadn’t been for Suzy encouraging me and the fact that I was so desperate for a paycheck.

“Do you have any questions, Samara?” He asked as he steepled his fingers under his chin hold my stare.

“About what?”

“About how we operate, what we’re doing here, or how it all works upstairs. And by the way, I’m Neil. You can call me that if you like.”

I chewed my lip silently and then spoke. “I have a hard time believing that any young woman would truly want to give herself over to a man like that unless there was a lot of money involved. It feels like coercion.”

“I can understand why you might think that,” he replied. “The truth is that all of the bidders are thoroughly vetted and so are the women who present themselves for the auction block. No one is being coerced. Everyone is there because they want to be. And I would like to think that everyone leaves the room pleased. Hopefully they’re pleased more a little later on.” Neil grinned slyly.

“I know there are things that drive people to make those kinds of decisions, it was just…something else to see it so up close and personal. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that.”

Neil nodded. “Then I would advise you to forget everything you saw. Pretend it never happened. Pretend you never left the bar tonight. I’ll get someone to fetch the vermouth for you and you can tell Celeste you were with me. That should keep you out of trouble…well, most of the trouble you could get into with her. I have to be honest with you, Celeste runs her own show around here.” He laughed. “Seriously though, forget what you saw. Unless…”

“Unless what?” I frowned.

He lowered his tone and I could swear that his already sexy voice got even huskier. “Unless you liked what you saw.”

“Ha! As if.” I retorted.

Almost on cue, and completely out of nowhere, a woman walked through the door. And just like the women upstairs on the auction block, she was stark naked except for a collar. Hers was diamond, whereas Clara’s had been emerald. But the collar was hardly the thing that would have caught someone’s attention. As she entered Neil’s office carrying a tray with a drink on it, her breasts bounced, the dark pink tips pointing out and up and completely at attention. She was perfection and her smooth skin was completely hairless. Her lips the same deep dark red that covered most of the surfaces of Club V, she had very little makeup on and her long blond hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail.

“Mr. Vance,” she said as she approached his desk and set the drink down.

“Thank you, dear. Samara, this is Asia. She works the second floor and on occasion she likes to bring me a drink. When I tell her to.” Neil smacked Asia on the ass and she giggled, then bit her lip as if thinking better of it.

I nodded politely toward Asia, but kept my eyes trained on Neil. The woman was incredibly attractive and it was difficult not to stare at her nude form, but I didn’t want Neil to think he had any kind of control over me.

“Back to our discussion—are you sure you didn’t like a little of what you saw, Samara? Are you sure none of it was interesting to you in the least?”

I shook my head feeling the wetness of my panties. I wasn’t going to admit that for a brief moment while I watched Clara presenting herself before those bidders that I had considered what it would feel like if I were up there, spreading my legs in front of the men and women who were watching. What would it be like to be so on display, listening to people bid and fight over who got to have me for the first time?

“No, not at all,” I answered bluntly.

Neil narrowed his eyes and took a sip from his glass. Then as he kept his eyes on mine, he reached over and slid a finger between the lips of Asia’s pussy. I fought to keep my face from showing any shock, but had to grip the arms of the chair to keep myself from falling out of it.

He stroked her pussy and I couldn’t help my eyes darting over to see that she was already very wet, his finger coated in her slickness. Her eyes were closed and she was pinching both of her nipples as he flicked her clit rhythmically.

I blinked and looked back at Neil.

He smiled at me and raised an eyebrow. “You aren’t wondering at all about what’s happening to Clara right now? How well she is being fucked by someone who knows how to do it? Can you imagine—a woman’s first time being with someone who knows exactly what to do to please her? So many rarely have that opportunity. Seriously, it’s got to be an amazing feeling to have someone take their time with you, bring you to the edge over and over again and then finally let you careen over the side…right as he plunges inside you.”

I cleared my throat. Asia was moaning audibly now and I was trying not to wriggle around in my chair. I was wet and I knew the feeling had been growing from the moment I saw the girls on the stage upstairs. Now as I watched this exquisitely gorgeous man finger fuck one of the most beautiful women I’d ever laid eyes on, I could barely keep myself from reaching down and…

“Are you okay, Samara? You look a little flushed.”

He worked his fingers hard into Asia and in a moment she was writhing on his fingers, biting her knuckle to keep from screaming as she came on his hand.

“I think we’re done here,” I said, but waited for him to tell me it was okay to leave.

“You may be,” Neil said with a smile. “But I think Asia and I are just getting started.” With his free hand he grabbed a business card and held it out for me, two fingers on his other hand still buried inside Asia. “Samara, if you ever need anything, feel free to give me a call. I mean it. Anything.”

He winked and with that I got up and turned to leave, wanting to get far away from his office and from whatever was about to happen between him and the waitress. I took a small detour, careful about where I was going this time and found the nearest ladies’ room. Hurrying inside, I closed the door behind me and locked it. It was a single bathroom, probably meant only for staff and I was grateful for the moment of privacy.

What had I just witnessed and why was it making me feel this way? I tried to push the feelings aside, but I was so turned on and I knew there was no way I was going to finish my shift with this ache building in me.

My nipples were hard as rocks and I gave them each a hard pinch through my blouse. It felt good, but I could only imagine what it would have felt like to have Neil or even Asia’s lips wrapped around the tightening flesh.

I hiked my skirt up and reach into my panties, finding them soaking wet and feeling for my swollen throbbing clit. Without holding back I stroked myself hard and fast and it didn’t take very long for me to feel the warmth of an orgasm begin and then crash over me with a gasp. I watched myself in the mirror and thought how lucky any of those men upstairs would be to have me, even though I knew I’d never do such a thing.

I washed my hands and put myself back together and headed back out to the bar. There I found an exasperated Celeste. But Neil hadn’t lied. She had a few bottles of vermouth in her possession and now all the guys who wanted to pretend they were James Bond were sated and happy with martinis in their hands. When Celeste caught sight of me she narrowed her eyes.

“I was with Neil—Mr. Vance.”

I didn’t realize those were the magic words, but Celeste’s face softened and she nodded, but there was still a questioning look in her eyes.

“Is everything okay?”

I gave her an affirmative nod. “Yeah, it is. Sorry about the vermouth. There was a bit of a mixup.”

Celeste brushed it off and together we finished the rest of the Saturday night shift. I had never been so happy to be done with work and heading back home to Jersey as I was that next morning with the dawn creeping in over the horizon.