allonblack
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OOC: This thread takes place after a bachelor auction. It open to all. It needs someone to play Rosita definitely. The other options are open to others, for example the thread could also follow what happens to other men that were bought at the bachelor auction as well as the women who bought them. I'm open to all ideas. Feel free to post.
IC:
Matt stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking himself over. "I'm not that bad," he said.
His self-reassurance did little for his ego which had been battered bruised moments before when he had failed to bring in even the minimum bid at the bachelor auction. Luckily the charity would still get their fifty dollars, donations covered that, but nothing could cover the humiliation of his friend Rosita begging anyone to bid on him. Mercifully she finally banged the gavel before clearing her throat to talk about the next bachelor.
He'd agreed to do the auction as a favor to her, but as he stood in the bathroom splashing cold water on his blushing cheeks, he regretted ever saying yes to her. Matt's main problem was that he could never say no to any woman, regardless of what they asked. Matt looked again at himself in the mirror. At twenty four he shouldn't have had such problems finding a date. He was attracted to most types of women, so he couldn't blame his lack of dates on loneliness. At five foot eight, he wasn't a giant, he had a medium sized frame of about one hundred fifty pounds to go along with it. His brown hair was never in style, often a little bushy, perpetually looking about two weeks overdue for a haircut. Glasses perched on a face that hid small brown eyes, which often looked sad only because of their failure to bulge at shocking or good news. On top of it all he realized he'd walked out on the catwalk with his fly down. That surely wouldn't impress the ladies whom ranged in age from college coeds all the way to middle aged divorcees.
A clean cut handsome man came into the bathroom just then. Matt recognized him as the one Rosita made a point of saying received the highest bid ever. He pushed his way past Matt towards the condom machine in the corner. Matt heard the clinking of quarters as the man bought not one, not two, but three condoms. He winked at Matt on the way out the door.
Matt sighed and made his way into the lobby. The stage was empty and the dining room was filled with the murmuring sounds of eating as well as with forced smiles and flirts from the young men who were getting to know their dates.
Matt took a seat on the couch and stared at the muted television. Rosita was his ride home, but he was tempted to walk. Rosita had bought herself a date at the bachelor auction. Mostly as a formality since she was the head of charity and supposed to get the ball rolling. The custom seemed to be to have dinner with the woman who bought the date with you and then set up another date later, sort of a two for one deal. He could see Rosita in the dining room laughing and smiling with the other women as she made her way from table to table to personally thank each buyer.
The man she bought at the auction seemed to be growing impatient that he wasn't the center of attention. A small smile crept across Matt's face when he watched the man storm out of the room. Rosita shook it off and continued making her rounds.
Finally the evening seemed to be drawing to a close. Most of the bachelors walked their dates to the door. A few hit it off and walked their dates to the front desk to book a room. Matt was jealous of those men's ability to make such a great first impression. Granted many of those women were lonely and desperate, but the men must've been saying or doing something right.
The numbers didn't seem to add up correctly. At most there were twenty bachelors and at least fifty maybe one hunrder women bidding, so not everyone had found a date. Matt sighed again realizing even the desperate women weren't desperate enough for him.
Rosita finished her goodbyes then took a seat on the couch next to Matt. He continued to stare at the television, afraid that if he made eye contact with her he would see nothing but pity in her eyes.
IC:
Matt stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking himself over. "I'm not that bad," he said.
His self-reassurance did little for his ego which had been battered bruised moments before when he had failed to bring in even the minimum bid at the bachelor auction. Luckily the charity would still get their fifty dollars, donations covered that, but nothing could cover the humiliation of his friend Rosita begging anyone to bid on him. Mercifully she finally banged the gavel before clearing her throat to talk about the next bachelor.
He'd agreed to do the auction as a favor to her, but as he stood in the bathroom splashing cold water on his blushing cheeks, he regretted ever saying yes to her. Matt's main problem was that he could never say no to any woman, regardless of what they asked. Matt looked again at himself in the mirror. At twenty four he shouldn't have had such problems finding a date. He was attracted to most types of women, so he couldn't blame his lack of dates on loneliness. At five foot eight, he wasn't a giant, he had a medium sized frame of about one hundred fifty pounds to go along with it. His brown hair was never in style, often a little bushy, perpetually looking about two weeks overdue for a haircut. Glasses perched on a face that hid small brown eyes, which often looked sad only because of their failure to bulge at shocking or good news. On top of it all he realized he'd walked out on the catwalk with his fly down. That surely wouldn't impress the ladies whom ranged in age from college coeds all the way to middle aged divorcees.
A clean cut handsome man came into the bathroom just then. Matt recognized him as the one Rosita made a point of saying received the highest bid ever. He pushed his way past Matt towards the condom machine in the corner. Matt heard the clinking of quarters as the man bought not one, not two, but three condoms. He winked at Matt on the way out the door.
Matt sighed and made his way into the lobby. The stage was empty and the dining room was filled with the murmuring sounds of eating as well as with forced smiles and flirts from the young men who were getting to know their dates.
Matt took a seat on the couch and stared at the muted television. Rosita was his ride home, but he was tempted to walk. Rosita had bought herself a date at the bachelor auction. Mostly as a formality since she was the head of charity and supposed to get the ball rolling. The custom seemed to be to have dinner with the woman who bought the date with you and then set up another date later, sort of a two for one deal. He could see Rosita in the dining room laughing and smiling with the other women as she made her way from table to table to personally thank each buyer.
The man she bought at the auction seemed to be growing impatient that he wasn't the center of attention. A small smile crept across Matt's face when he watched the man storm out of the room. Rosita shook it off and continued making her rounds.
Finally the evening seemed to be drawing to a close. Most of the bachelors walked their dates to the door. A few hit it off and walked their dates to the front desk to book a room. Matt was jealous of those men's ability to make such a great first impression. Granted many of those women were lonely and desperate, but the men must've been saying or doing something right.
The numbers didn't seem to add up correctly. At most there were twenty bachelors and at least fifty maybe one hunrder women bidding, so not everyone had found a date. Matt sighed again realizing even the desperate women weren't desperate enough for him.
Rosita finished her goodbyes then took a seat on the couch next to Matt. He continued to stare at the television, afraid that if he made eye contact with her he would see nothing but pity in her eyes.