Innocence for Sale

[ms_tiff]

Closed for Homerun2611 and Wickedpen.

"Are you sure you want to do this?”

A silver pen lay across the paper, waiting to be used. All it would take was a slight movement on her part; a quick flourish and it would be done. Could she really do it though? Could she really sign away her life this way?

The man seated across the table eyed her, taking in her doll-like features with a knowing look. He was aware what this would cost her, but it wasn’t his job to talk her out of it. Only to make sure she knew what she was getting into.

And she did know. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what she would be giving up. It was what she would get in return that was making this whole thing worth the cost.

One signature was all it would take to save her family from ruin. One signature and she could give them the life they had always dreamed of. No one would have to know what it was that she had done. If they had known they would have tried to stop her and she couldn’t let them do that. Someone needed to step up for the family and it was going to be her.

Reaching out she gripped the pen with trembling fingers. Resigned but frightened she pulled the contract towards her.

“Everything I asked for is in here, right?” Her melodic voice quivered as she looked at the man who nodded.

“Yes. Everything’s there.”

She bit her lip, the man’s gaze tracking the quirk, his eyes lingering on her cupid’s bow mouth longer than was professional. Blinking back the tears that burned behind her eyes, she pressed the tip of the pen against the page. A dot of blue ink swelling out from the metal point.

“You can still back out you know. Nobody will be the wiser.” The man, with his fingers steepled beneath his chin and his unwavering attention belied his blithe demeanor. He wouldn’t say it, but he wanted her to sign. If she didn’t he’d never get his pay day.

The air in the room was stifling, pressing in around her - a weight settling on her chest. Taking in a deep breath she fought the rising panic.

There was no backing out now.

Eyes pressed tightly shut she gripped the pen and moved it quickly across the page. When she opened her eyes her signature stared back at her, a bright blue flourish across the ivory paper. Her fate sealed.


~*~*~


He waited until the young woman left his office, leaving behind the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine, before picking up his phone.

“Tell him I just added another to tonight’s bidding.” He said, watching the door, still picturing the way the dress had clung to her curves. She was a delicious morsel, a petite thing that looked more like a porcelain doll than a real girl. “She’ll fetch the highest bid of the night, I have no doubt.” He added, wondering who would have the pleasure of breaking such a toy.

Hanging up he picked up the contract. Such a feminine signature with all those loops and swirls. He almost wished he could bid on her himself. If only it weren’t against the rules. He had half hoped she’d back out of signing, then he could have made her another offer. One that would have been beneficial for himself. But she had come into his office with her head high and resolve in those brilliant blue eyes.

Filing away the contract he sat back in his chair, spinning around to look out over the city spread out before him. Tomorrow night would prove to be quite interesting. He only hoped that she proved to be as valuable as he thought she’d be.


~*~*~


Upon leaving the opulent office on the fiftieth floor she was led to another room by the secretary - a steely woman with silvery hair pulled into a nonsense bun. With a stern frown on her wrinkled face the woman opened the door and ushered her inside without a word and closed the door swiftly behind her leaving the young woman all alone.

“My my my, you are a tasty treat aren’t you?” The disembodied voice sounded behind her. With a gasp she spun around, eyes wide to take in the man standing behind her with camera in hand. A flash blinded her as he snapped a photo.

“Yes, they are going to eat you up.” He smirked and gestured for her to step forward. She noticed the screen and lights set up, everything needed for a photo shoot. “We’ll make this quick sweetheart, I just need you to stand here and look gorgeous.” The man was old enough to be her father and yet his eyes raked over her body with the lustful intention of a much younger man.

He positioned her in front of the photo screen, taking a few moments to adjust her hair. He tugged at the straps of her sundress, pulling them down to show off her creamy shoulders. She resisted the urge to clutch at the fabric which now felt too loose around the soft swell of her breasts.

“Perfect. Simply perfect.” He stepped back, the flash going off quick as lightening as he moved around her, snapping photo after photo. She could barely follow him as he moved, her head swiveling, trying to keep track of his movements.

“Now, let’s lose this.” He stepped forward and had her dress down around her ankles before she could protest. Arms wrapped around herself she huddled, shyly, away from the camera. The man laughed, enjoying her embarrassment as he photographed her in bra and panties. Then, as quickly as it began it was over and he was pulling her dress back up - his hands lingering too long on her exposed flesh - and was ushering her out the door.


~*~*~



“Where have you been?” Her ears were assaulted by the crackling of a television turned too loud, the sound distorted and tinny. The speaker had to shout to be heard, prompting the overweight basset hound in the corner to strike up its mournful howl.

“Out.” She replied, shuffling across the trash-strewn floor. The carpet used to be white, now the pieces she could see had morphed to a dusty brown.

“Well I hope you made sure to pick up some food. We’re out. And beer, too.”

She ignored the voice, making her way down the hall to the open door of her bedroom. Nestled on the unmade bed, cocooned within a stack of pillows, lay her brother. The one and only reason she was doing this. His color was looking good, for once, and his breathing was even and steady. She allowed herself a small smile before settling down at the desk. The ancient computer whirred to life with a high-pitched whine.

He had said the profile would be up by the time she got home. She wanted to see if he was right. Typing in the address he’d given her then adding the access code, she scrolled through image after image of young women like herself. Worrying her bottom lip, her eyes scanned the pages. An alert flashed, a new sale was ready. Clicking the alert she was redirected to another page. Her own image staring back at her. They’d chosen an image of her looking over her bare shoulder (one snapped as she’d tried to keep the handsy photographer in sight). She had to admit, if she hadn’t known what was going on at that moment, if she were just a visitor to the site with no prior knowledge, the image would appear quite sensual.

Beneath the image was the listing of her sale:

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Emmaline
Age: 18
Virgin
Bidding starts at $50,000.

 

[Homerun2611]

Clifton and Gwendolyn Vanderpoehl were collectors. He enjoyed indulging the whims of his wife, just as she enjoyed his deliciously wicked mind, and their many shared, as well as individual kinks. Their marriage did not lack passion. Far from it, but they never settled, always wanting to collect more homes, boats, masterpieces, and toys...

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Clifton was 42 and Gwendolyn two years his junior. One could say, Clifton had never worked a day in his life. Born to wealthy parents in Manhattan, Clifton’s father had run a hedge fund, and young Clifton had been born a financial and technological prodigy. When he was 18 and still at MIT he had developed algorithms that had revolutionized foreign currency hedging via complex futures options arbitrage.

You know all the wealthy traders you used to now, guys who were now sitting around expensive vacant homes, up to their asses in leverage, trying to figure out what in the hell a trader skillset might translate to? All those coke heads, and suicides, they could mostly thank Clifton...and his trading technologies. He didn't work, because he didn't have to...his math working on super computers around the world worked for him, and every day, made him more money than God!

He had met Gwendolyn at a Sotheby's Auction, when he was 23 and she was there with her ambitious mother who made sure her daughter met the wunderkid, already a billionaire and just that week gracing the cover of Forbes. He and her father, were bidding on a Sumer "cottage" in the Hampton's. The home went for $23 million, Gwendolyn's mother had bowed out a $12. Having secured the object of her mother's desire, he introduced himself, and offered the property to her at her original bid in return for dinner with her daughter. They were married a year later.

They both enjoyed beautiful things, they owned two Van Gogh's, a Monet, a Picasso, and a Renoir. He had a collection of Rolls Royce's and Ferrari's, she owned stables of thoroughbreds. They had a yacht in Hawaii, another in Monaco, and a 40 foot four mast sailboat in New Port. They had both loved the movie Sound of Music and built a near exact replica of the Van Trapp mansion, with every conceivable upgrade, in Switzerland which was their primary residence and offered the best income tax situation that the uber rich might find. It also provided solitude, gorgeous grounds where they could play their games and no one would bother them.

To be employed by the Vanderpoehls was an experience in and of itself. Each employee underwent extensive background checks, and after signing a non disclosure agreement "with real teeth" they were thoroughly briefed on the lifestyle and demands the job would entail. The pay was ridiculous, and the lifestyle a thing of fantasy, but the Vanderpoehls were enthusiastic admirer's of the parties and indulgences of the Roman emperors Caligula and Nero, and some of their soiree's would have made the Romans envious.

They had been looking for the right girl for quite some time. They had many desires to fulfill. And when Roberto Lorenzo, the curator of the Cinderella Auctions, the top virgin auction house in the world, called and enthusiastically told Clifton about the new young girl, he had immediately told his wife. She was looking over his shoulder as they brought up the picture of Emmaline. "I want her Clifton, I really want her!" His wife moaned, and he looked over his shoulder, and saw she had put on her favorite nipple clamps to heighten the experience.

He didn't need to check to see if she was as wet as he was hard, just the waft of her musk told him all he needed to know. "Tomorrow night my love, she will be ours...." Then he noticed the price and chuckled. "Look at the opening bid...she is the finest thoroughbred and they are pricing her like a simple claims stakes horse, she should clamp her thighs at such an offense. Good thing her buyers understand her value...and we will treat her...with the care we treat all of our most prized possessions...just remember, she isn't just another toy...!"

He got up from the computer terminal in their room, he was naked and she licked her lips at her husband's large and incredibly erect cock...they both loved the hunt and kill of an auction...winning and adding to their collections...this would be a very good night and tomorrow would be better!

 

[ms_tiff]

They were held in the theatre's basement in a room with rich, wine red walls and plush black couches. The ambient lighting from the single chandelier hanging in the center of the ceiling casting a sensual feel about the room. There were roughly twenty of them, many lounging on the opulent furniture, all in various states of dress. But for the sound of their breathing the room remained silent, each of them having been ordered not to talk.

In the far corner, Emmaline sat, her back against the wall and knees drawn up tight to her chest. She'd arrived promptly at the time given her. Upon arrival she had been pulled into a room filled with the other women up for auction, all of them in various processes of preparation for the evening. Promptly stripped of her clothing, Emmaline had been led to a chair where she had been poked and prodded by make-up artists and a hairstylist who continually popped her gum as she toyed with Emmaline's hair. The sound grated on Emmaline's already raw nerves and it took everything in her power not to scream. She forced herself to sit there, however, curled in around her nakedness and her skin flushed with the shame of being so bare. But nobody seemed to notice her nakedness, surrounded as she was by other women, each of them naked as the day they were born, and Emmaline felt herself sinking further into despair as she realized this was something she would, no doubt, need to become used to.

Finally, when she had been primped to a point where they were satisfied, Emmaline had been dressed in a simple white dress that hugged her slight curves, emphasizing her slim waist and soft swell of her breasts. Once dressed she had been ushered into the holding room and instructed to remain silent; though she had yet to utter a word.

One by one the men and women around her had been taken away, ushered out to be sold like cattle. Well dressed and pampered cattle, but cattle nonetheless. Before long it was Emmaline's turn and she was escorted to the stage. Meekly she took her spot on the stage, the lights blinding her and she hung her head, afraid to look up and see the faces of those who were about to bid on her. No, not her. On her virginity. She gulped and held back a wince as she heard the lewd comments and the mutterings coming from the theatre. Hands divested her of the thin dress, leaving her to tremble beneath the hungry stares of those she could not see. Trembling hands rose to cover her nakedness, but other hands stayed hers. The fear radiated off of her as people wanted confirmation that she was indeed a virgin. She remember too well the prodding done by the "doctor" who had examined her. He had taken his sweet time feeling his way inside her, his fat finger probing roughly but never breaking through the barrier that would bring a high price. She could still see the smirk on his pale face as he'd settled between her thighs, his fingers combing through the delicate blonde hair surrounding her sex. He had enjoyed his examination far too much.

Her creamy skin flushed a delicate pink as she recalled the questions asked regarding her sexual experience. No doubt she was the least experienced of anyone in that room. "Self-pleasure" the auctioneer claimed. Yes, there had been some of that, but never had Emmaline's fingers strayed further than the sensitive button at the apex of her thighs. Until the doctor had examined her there had never been anything inside of her. Even the few boys she had dated had gotten no further than groping her breasts and getting their clumsy hands against her panties.

A shiver coursed down her spine as the auctioneer called for the bidding to begin.

Remember why you are doing this, she kept reminding herself. Remember the reason for it all.

Cold air slid across her prone skin, causing the pink buds that tipped her breasts to stiffen. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as she stood there, the bidding raising higher and higher as she stood with eyes downcast. God was it over yet?

Before she knew what was happening, Emmaline was led from the stage. Was it over? Her mind had been elsewhere, escaping the room as the bidding had, apparently, come to an end. Silently she was led to a new room, given her dress and a few moments to compose herself. Staring at the reflection in the mirror, Emmaline forced her breathing to calm as her heart beat a rapid pace in her chest. It was done. She had been sold. She never did hear the final price, but no doubt it was an astronomical amount - at least by her standards. A knock sounded on the door and, drawing in a shaky breath, Emmaline moved to answer it. The servant on the other side nodded wordlessly, indicating that she was to follow.

Her knees shook as she moved through the theatre, following the collared servant until she was stopped just outside of a balcony. The servant pulled back the curtain, a knowing gleam in his eyes.

"Your master awaits."

 

[Homerun2611]

The Night Before The Auction

Clifton tossed himself back against the pile of soft pillows on their bed. Letting his body relax and recover against the siberian down, and egyptian silk pillow which cost nearly $1,000 a piece and were currently tossed around like so many empty beer cans on a post fraternity morning. He looked at his wife as they both rubbed at the rope burns on their wrists, their bodies shimmering with a thin veil of perspiration head to toe, copious amounts of cum dripping from each of them.

He looked over at Gwendolyn, she was a fucking tigress, he, more a feral cat...but when they got going, like they had tonight it was amazing their bodies didn't end up as clawed bloody masses. "That was intense!" he smiled. He knew it would be, it always was when they found the perfect addition, something both of them wanted dearly.

It had been nearly a year since they had first hear of the Cinderella Auctions, a chance to purchase a woman's virginity and more. Sex trade for the uber elite, completely legal, albeit scandalous and taboo. They had looked at hundreds of women, the Brazilian model who went for $3.2 million, the pretty Maine medical student who avoided a mountain of school debt for selling her sweet cherry for three quarters of a million. A few at tempted them, but they were the rarest of collectors, discriminating to the utmost degree. Of the four most expensive masterpieces ever sold at auction, Gwendolyn and Clifton owned two, Velazquez's "The Faithful Friend" and Van Gogh's "Picture of Melancholy". And there didn't pass a week that Clifton or one of his agent's wasn't in touch with one of Bill Gate's associates to up their bid for his "Davinci Code" someday they would have it.

So when the picture of Emmaline was displayed, it only took them seconds to know this was the one the must have. Clifton did not leave things to chance, he immediately put his men to work to gather everything he could about the young girl. You see, they didn't want her for the night, they wanted her! He learned about the conditions she lived in, a Tudor Rose blossoming out of a dungeon of squalor. He learned of her brother, and understood the motivation to sell her most sacred treasure. He was touched, and it only made him want her more.

He looked over at Gwendolyn, "The brother may be the key, what if we offered to bring him here, give him a private wing, the best of care, a beautiful view overlooking the gardens and the large pond of swans. She would know, that we would care for him, as long as she kept her commitment to us. She could visit him, spend time with him, as long as we didn't have other plans?"

It wasn't as if they were offering slavery. She would be given a life of the most elite. Designer clothes, incredible jewelry, culinary delights crafted by a bevy of world class chefs. There was nothing they collected that wasn't the best, even if sometimes it was the best of the most depraved, libidinous, or risque!

He looked at his wife's lean, gorgeous yet sinewy body, and his mind regaled in the wicked delights they had just enjoyed. His wife had many flavors, some sweet, some bitter, some near venomous, but she was always one incredible FUCK. They had clothes Gwendolyn had chosen for the girl to wear to travel back with them, they were already neatly packed, their pregame ritual complete they fell asleep in post orgasmic bliss and set the alarm for an early wake-up.

Auction Day

As early the next morning their jet taxid down their private air strip, he was in an Armani suit, white silk shirt and matching pocket square, no socks and hand made Italian loafers. She was in a short, printed Versace dress, Donatella had hand picked and delivered personally to Gwendolyn in order to experience "first hand" his wife's appreciation.

They sat in the auction gallery and waited. The opening bid was at the ask $50,000, such amateurs Clifton thought, but someone had to make a move. A young NBA star made the first serious move jumping the bid to $1 million. You could see in his eyes how much he wanted that vanilla icing to cover his dark chocolate cake. However, Clifton had made more money this morning while in the air, than the handsome, tattoo covered laden young man would make all year. Although later, perhaps they might invite them to stay at their estate, but that would be a while, once they needed some additional spice. He was quite glorious himself, and Clifton watched his wife lick her lips.

"Focus my love, focus" he whispered. The young man was quickly outbit and you could see his disappointment. The young man had shot his wad early, as the petulance of youth tended to encourage. As the price eclipsed $3 million, Clifton ran his hand up his wife's thigh. He didn't even have to touch it, to feel the searing heat radiating from her vagina. Just to indulge himself he let his fingers tickle the outside of her soaked panties, smiling, as she was as wet as he was hard. My God they loved the hunt!

Clifton had had enough, he made his first and last bid. "$6.4 million!" It wasn't so much the amount, although he had carefully selected twice the amount of the previous record bid for a sale, he wanted her to know, and she would, how much he had valued the sweet real estate between her legs! It wasn't just the amount, but the fact it was the Vanderpoehl's bidding, that ended the action. Most of the crowd knew of their reputation if they didn't know them more intimately, and they were simply never outbid.

Clifton leaned over and kissed his wife softly on the cheek, they would celebrate much more vigorously later. "Would you like to go collect our prize, or shall we go together?"

 

[wickedpen]

"Oh, I will go darling" I said as soon as Clifton asked if I would collect our item. I knew how hard she had made Clifton and what Clifton wants, I make sure Clifton gets. I walk through the familiar corridors with my four caret diamond sparkling even in this light off my hand snaked through Clifton's arm.

I was Mrs Clifton Vanderpoehl and I would never give this up. I work out three hours a day, meditate and yoga. I am purely focused on how I look and how I perform for my man. Of course I will tell you, in public I am the quiet reserved, easily frightened little girl hidden behind his big thick walls.

"I am so happy for you, Cliff" I said, using his nick name that only his own mother was allowed to call him. It was a power play and he liked my power plays.

Arriving at the draped entry way the valet disappeared. The thick purple curtains were like something from the theater. He stepped forward and faced me.

I smiled and said "Go ahead, or do you need a chaperone?" with a wicked wink. "You bought her, you want her to imprint on you first." I said in our usual vulgar absurdist attitudes.

 

[Homerun2611]

"I am so happy for you, Cliff" He heard the sincerity in her voice, but he also heard heard her use Cliff. She knew how that would spark pure electricity in his body, and exactly how hard it would make him. He gave her a little growl, just to let her know she had accomplished her goal, and her man was hungry!

We arrived at the curtain, and I heard the devil in her voice, "Go ahead, or do you need a chaperone?...You bought her, you want her to imprint on you first." I leaned in and kissed, her and cupped her perfect ass to pull her in with me.

As they opened the curtain, he saw her, she was stunning, even better than the picture, which he hadn't dreamed possible. He could only imagine what she must be thinking. "Hello Emmaline, I am Clifton, and this is my lovely wife Gwendolyn." He pulled out the beautifully wrapped package and set it down on the table in front of her. "My wife selected this for you, and we would like you to wear this when we leave." The package contained a gorgeous designer dress, and a pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes.

It would fit her perfectly, Clifton had made sure. He walked his wife over to her, his wife on is arm. "Don't be afraid, we intend to give you a wonderful experience, a life to die for...now tell me about your brother, and let us show you what a truly fortunate day this is?"

 

[wickedpen]

Standing back and watching Clifton, I was reminded why and how much I love him. His cool confident way, not macho, almost feminine, but unusually powerful. A man not afraid of death because life had yet to cause him any real pain. Yet he was still kind and gentle too, until he was not, but it's OK, you don't want him to be then.

My eyes were cold to her amazing Angelina Jolie lips and hair like honey. I was a custom to hiding my feelings but with Emmaline it was difficult. Her body of that of a lion, her eyes were of a dawning woman. It would take anyone's breathe away when this creature smiled nervously at me. She held my gaze, longer than most before she returned her attention to Clifton.

He presented her with the dress and the shoes and I smiled as I remembered shopping for the dress and rubbing each dress against my cheek hoping this would be special.

Then Clifton opened the conversation, "Don't be afraid, we intend to give you a wonderful experience, a life to die for...now tell me about your brother, and let us show you what a truly fortunate day this is?"

Emmaline was clearly not thrilled. I approached her and put my hand on her arm with my giant diamond ring which. like form a movie, the light hit it as I touched her and shimmers fell over us. "We are good people with a lot of money who can make your life better, a lot better." I said broadening my smile and looking back at Clifton mouthed "I love her."

My eyes saw Clifton's interest was peaked as they dropped back to Emmaline.

"We will go out, have something to eat, to drink, and get to know each other. We are not as boring as you may have been expecting." I said easily, wanting this to go well. Usually I am nervous and jealous but not with this one. Not with Emmaline.

 

[ms_tiff]

How long had she waited in that room, on her knees and head bent as she’d been instructed, before the curtains parted. The rustle of fabric had Emmaline fighting to keep her gaze on the floor. Trembling fingers dug into her thighs; her heart racing beneath her breast.

"Hello Emmaline, I am Clifton, and this is my lovely wife Gwendolyn." The voice that greeted her was that of a man used to getting what he wanted. Deep, commanding, and – Emmaline was ashamed to admit to herself – sexy.

She could feel the sweat pooling behind her knees and her palms were slick against her thighs as she heard footsteps approach and the rustle of…something. A box appeared on the low table in front of her and, before she could stop herself, Emmaline raised her eyes, looking at the couple before her through her lashes.

They were stunning. Polished and refined, a hint of danger clinging to their edges. Her breath caught as she watched them watch her. When she had signed the contract, Emmaline had never thought a woman would purchase her and she had never even considered a couple. Would they expect her to…with both of them? Emmaline had barely even kissed a boy and the thought of another girl…no, woman, had never crossed her mind.

“My wife selected this for you, and we would like you to wear this when we leave.” She studied the box, afraid to touch it. Even the wrapping was nicer than anything she’d ever seen. Emmaline took in a deep breath, still unable to wrap her mind around everything.

"Don't be afraid, we intend to give you a wonderful experience, a life to die for...now tell me about your brother, and let us show you what a truly fortunate day this is?"

The words startled her out of the fog of fear. Her eyes flew up, meeting the gaze of her new master for the first time. How did he know? How could he have possibly known? Emmaline had the question on the tip of her tongue, her gaze moving from the husband to the wife. When her gaze met the other woman’s, any thought or word died in her mouth. The look upon the other woman’s face; calculating, appraising and with a gleam of something else, something Emmaline couldn’t quite name. But that look, it burned into her, seeming to stare into her very soul until Emmaline couldn’t take it anymore. Her eyes moved back to the husband.

Who were these people that they would purchase another human? Who were they that they would know about Emmaline’s life and family? And how much did they know? Fear, true fear, crept up Emmaline’s spine. The wife’s voice floated through the air.

“We are good people with a lot of money who can make your life better, a lot better. We will go out, have something to eat, to drink, and get to know each other. We are not as boring as you may have been expecting."

Swallowing the fear, Emmaline’s lips parted. “I…” She winced at the tremble in her voice. “I don’t know what to say.” Which was far truer a statement than anyone could know. She truly was at a loss for words, with everything running through her mind putting anything into words was impossible.

“Shall I…shall I go change?” She nodded towards the unopened box. Hoping beyond hope that they would say yes and that she could then have a moment to compose herself. But, from the very little that Emmaline knew of this couple, she doubted that would be the case.

 

[Homerun2611]

Clifton was an experienced collector. Although, but very rarely he might buy Gwendolyn or himself some luxury, purely on a whim, it was rare, and if it proved to be a mistake, he would readily write it off as a foolish impulse. The night he had spent $1million to cover an embarrassing Gambling debt of a well known American actor, a few too many movies past his prime, traveling with his beautiful but slutty 18 year old daughter. He had been at the high roller baccarat table in Monaco, when the casino boss had come to clear the actor’s markers. He had seen a he panicin the man’s eyes, as the inability to repay would not only embarrass the man, and kill what was left of his career, but would quite literary cost him a most unpleasant pound of flesh.

Clifton, had turned to Gwendolyn, “I believe you liked that movie, what was it ‘Top Gun’? Would you enjoy them entertaining us tonight?” With a flick of his pen the debt was put on hold, and would be cleared once they were satisfied. But alas, the quickly aging actor could perform no better in the bedroom, than he could the gaming tables. This despite, the amazing resuscitation efforts by both Gwendolyn and his daughter to rise the seemingly living dead. Clifton held no grudge, the man had tried valliently to rise to the occasion, even applying his own hand at the manual task.

The night was not a total loss, the young daughter was a wildcat and it took a week or more for the claw marks to heal from his and his wife’s back. As well versed at cunnilingus as sucking cock, and enjoying riding a strap on as muck as his prick as her young holes were ravaged, the young girl did her best to satisfy the debt. Although it seemed she was more incensed by her own enjoyment than an obligation to her sad story father. Gwendolyn and Clifton made lemonade from apparent lemons and in the morning, much to the relief of the alcohol induced impotetent actor, at least his debts were gone, in Monaco. Clifton was not a cruel man, but he did ensure he received the value his wealth purchased.

He watched the young women recoil a bit, at the mention of her brother. Again, Clifton did not add treasures to his colllection of the value of Emmaline without thorough homework. He was well aware of the apparently significant medical needs of her brother, he also knew that once he was on their property, being treated under only the very best of care, they had her tethered to them, tethered in a way that would ensure she lived by their rules, and would do anything to remain in their highest favor. Clifton truly did want to help the young man, the fact that included this significant bonus, he only considered just reward for an exceedingly good deed.

He would return to the topic in a bit, but he let his wife have the opportunity to play a bit of her intoxicatingly beautiful hand. Reiterating that they were kind, wealthy and generous, which, at least on the last two points was an incredible understatement. Gwendolyn artfully found a position behind Emmaline and mouthed, "I love her." Clifton didn’t acknowledge the comment, he didn’t betray his wife, but her reaction pleased him deeply. This was their newest and most prized toy, and he wanted them both excited, and dying to enjoy.

Gwendolyn, in a most upbeat and cheerful cadence gave Emmaline the plan at hand, "We will go out, have something to eat, to drink, and get to know each other. We are not as boring as you may have been expecting." Again, an understatement of the very wealthy. Clifton had arranged a private room in the nearby five star hotel. He had flown in one of the top sushi chefs in the world, a man who cooked for he and Gwendolyn regularly. He would create his own unique creations, a meal that in his restaurants, went for $500 per person, but with having him come for only them, ran roughly an order of magnitude higher. He hoped the young girl likedsushi, most models did. But he knew she did not yet have the sophistication of pallet. He would let her orde what she was comfortable and enjoy, hoping this was not going to be the world’s most expensive salad or stir fry.

The beautiful young lady throughout, barely raised her eyes for more than seconds at a time. Her innate submissiveness made Clifton hard, and he saw Gwendolyn smile at his most masculine of reactions. Finally the angel spoke, “I…I don’t know what to say.” The heard the fear, the near humiliation and overwhelming get nature of the situation. Clifton closed and while cradling Emmaline’s face, slid his arm around his wife’s waist and brought her to his side. “I know you don’t Kitten, I don’t expect you to. This must be so foreign, exciting, yet terrifying....” He gently rubbed her cheek, and then brushed the pad of his thumb ever so lightly across her full, luscious lower lip, “Just be you, soft, intoxicatingly beautiful, trust us, and let us know what you most want and need....just as we will.”

She just looked at them, this unique power couple who now owned her, her tone was sweet, naively hopeful, “Shall I…shall I go change?”. Clifton and Gwendolyn had discussed the, only this morning as she packed the dress. Clifton was firm, there were certain lines of authority it was important to establish early, like a child or a pet, a system of rules, firm rules and rewards for foo deeds must be established and strictly administered. They were not cruel, but they were her masters, and she would serve them.

Clifton spoke, smiling, calm, measured and confident, “ First Emmaline, I am pleased, we are pleased, that you asked permission. That is a good girl. However, our position allows us to enjoy certain, well many indulgences. If you please us in how you satisfy those indulgences, you will be rewarded with luxuries and extravagances beyond your wildest comprehension. One of those indulgences is watching you undress and dress. You have a beautiful body, and we hope you will learn to display it willingly and proudly. Most women, present company excepted..” He leaned in and kissed his beautiful wife, a woman he loved and treasured more than life itself, and whispered, “I knew you would, I love her too.” He returned his gaze to Emmaline, now holding his wife even closer and more lovingly, “...would kill to have your figure. So, please change for us, you will find a full change of clothing including the finest lingerie. I like my women to dress like women and be comfortable displaying themselves as the perfection God intended them to be.”

He took a breath and assisted Gwendolyn as they sat down crosding their legs, Clifton’s hand resting obscenely high on Gwendolyn’s bare thigh. They had a ringside seat to enjoy the initial unveiling of the $6 million masterpiece they had just procured. “I hope you will enjoy the dining experience we have arranged, and once we get comfortable we can discuss how we drastically improve the care for your brother and your access to him! Clifton was smiling, truly happy, ready to enjoy the show...and commence their new journey together!

 

[wickedpen]

It was true that this was not our first time in the auction house, let alone not the first time in this room. Emmaline however was a first. She was exquisite, physically perfect and psychologically, from all the reports, as innocent as a woman with her body can be thanks to her overbearing father. Although I was often suspicious of these reports, this all appeared to jive with the woman I was looking at.

My mind was soon filled with images of Clifton feeding her thick possibly, virgin lips his cock as she kneels before him wanting to please him more than anything. Her skin was like silk and her hair amazing. The things I found most appareling was her courage and love. She was willing to physically give herself to the highest bidder, blindly expecting to have a man come in and force his cock in her then leave for his money. She had prepared herself for this and still showed up. I bit my lip with anticipation of what she was capable of once the yoke of her position in life was gone.

Sitting next to Clifton in situations like this, situations where his power and influence can erase debts and change lives has always given me a rush I can only describe as orgasmic. When he gave my mother the home she dreamed of I excused myself and had to masturbate in the bathroom stall. Emmaline is another perfect example of this sensation. It was our bid that got us in the room and now we are negotiating for her complete submission. I could feel my heart pound as blood coursed through me and I watched her, nervous but not afraid. She seemed more interested in me which was odd as Clifton was clearly more threatening to her. She was obviously not a dumb girl seeing the power in our relation ship was mine, as Clifton had given it to me as his ultimate show of love for me. But at the end of the day he would perform the act that can only be performed once. He would be inside her and be the alpha and she his latest bitch.

She opened the box and could not hide her dilating pupils and rosy cheeks as the fine dress costing a month of nursing help for her brother laid perfectly framed in the tissue paper lined box the designers assistant caressed around it at the show room. I watched like an excited mom on Christmas morning as her little girl picked up the jewelry case and cracked it open. Once in the light the sparkles from the diamonds making up the necklace danced over her beaming face. I had thought of how she would take Clifton to completion with her mouth and his seed would pass down her neck through this ring of diamonds fastened around her.

I was snapped back to the moment as she stood and unzipped the dress the auction house had provided and slid it off her naked body. She took care to fold the most expensive garment she had worn to date and laid in next to the box. Apparently most clients do not want to be encumbered with snaps and clasps and anything that would keep them from their prize. We were requesting she snap herself up in multiple layers of delicate lace and silk before the gown slid down her.

I turn to Clifton and whisper in his ear "Oh darling, she is going to be the best yet."

 

[ms_tiff]

They sat there, watching her. Emmaline could feel their eyes taking her in – assessing her. Why wouldn’t they? Wouldn’t they want to see the pound of flesh they’d purchased?

She tried not to pay attention to their stares, even though she could feel the weight of their gazes sinking into her skin. Her skin. Her body. What she would have to bare for them soon. What she could no longer put off showing them. What they had paid millions – the sum of it still made her heart race – to possess.

The man, Clifton, brought her brother up again. Emmaline couldn’t respond, she couldn’t bring herself to talk about him. Not in this place. Not at this time. Her brother, so innocent of all this, didn’t belong in the world these people frequented. Just because they had purchased her body didn’t mean they could have her heart and soul.

Her legs trembled as she stood; bare feet sinking into the plush, crimson carpet. Head still down, Emmaline wasn’t ready to look at her new masters just yet, not when she was about to strip down and bare herself to them. Hands shaking, she caressed the wrapping of the gift box, feeling the sateen paper beneath her fingertips, before pulling the lid off. Inside was the most exquisite – not to mention complicated – piece of lingerie and the most stunning dress that Emmaline had ever seen.

Drawing in a breath, Emmaline reached up and tugged the loose neck of her dress down, baring perfect cream colored shoulders. Tears pricked at her eyes and she blinked them away quickly, forcing down the humiliation that began to color her skin. Emmaline closed her eyes tight and drew in a deep breath as she let the cascade to the floor in a pool around her feet. Her eyes raised to meet those of the couple in front of her. Clifton and Gwendolyn – the couple who owned her, who had bought her virginity and could do with her as they pleased.

Emmaline fought the instinct to cover herself, though her fingers itched to hide away her breasts and the patch of hair between her legs. She reminded herself that they had already seen her body, naked on the stage not moments before. But they had not been this close. Close enough to now see the delicate mole that sat right above her left areola or the heart shaped birthmark on her right thigh.

She gave them only a moment to look their fill before she reached for the lingerie, her eyes once more skittering away from the couple as she focused on working herself into the garment without looking clumsy. Emmaline had always been a bra and underwear type girl. Lingerie, especially one with all the belts and straps as this, was beyond her. But she refused to let them see her sweat. Slowly, Emmaline stepped into the body suit and slid it up her body. The lace was soft and delicate against her skin. The underwear, if it could be called that, followed and Emmaline felt a sense of relief to be covered once more, even if that covering was sheer. The stockings were next as Emmaline balanced herself with one foot on the floor and the other on the low table. She rolled the stocking up her leg slowly, afraid to rip the delicate fabric, before clipping the stocking holder on. Content that she’d done a decent job she moved to the next leg, repeating her languid movements.

Biting her lip, Emmaline righted herself and chanced a glance at the couple before reaching for the gown. She fingered the delicate beading, marveling at the craftsmanship and the detail. This dress cost more than her family’s trailer. If she sold it she could probably pay for all her brother’s medical treatments and still have some left over. Stepping slowly into the gown she pulled it up and over the lingerie, finally covered completely. Turning around, she lifted her over her right shoulder.

“Could…could you help me with the zipper?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly as she glanced at the couple over her shoulder. Though she hated that she had to sell herself and couldn’t understand how people could purchase another human being, a small part of her hoped that she could please them.

 

[Homerun2611]

Clifton sat back and relaxed his arm around his beautiful wife's shoulder, he spread his legs a bit so that his body was free to express enjoyment at the show that was about to commence. As discreetly as he could, he took Gwendolyn's hand in his, gently kissed it, and then set it down so that her fingertips brushed ever so lightly against the tip of his cock, that he could feel just beginning to throb in expectation of Emmaline. The arousal each of them felt and being able to feel and sense it in each other, was as much the fun of procuring their various collections as the item itself. And this one he knew would have him rock hard, and he felt he could safely assume, Gwendolyn every bit as wet.

It was sweet but understandable how self conscious she was. She barely looked them in the eye, yet her every movement, every gesture, just made her more irresistible. He had watched how she opened the package and marveled at its belongings. He turned and whispered into Gwendolyn's ear, "she is perfect, the best yet, I want to keep her" His lips brushed Gwendolyn's ear every so lightly his breath warm, and lust filled. He gave her a quick peck on her porcelain cheek then returned his gaze to their newest possession.

He watched her pull out the expensive garments and her reaction, he watched as she felt the fabric and he hoped she was enjoying finally having attire worthy of her beauty. She got up and undressed, showing the courtesy of letting them enjoy her naked body which could only be described as stunning. Clifton let his eyes luxuriate over every inch as he thought of all the pleasure that body would bring both of them. His cock was now rock hard, extending and pressing up well down his pant leg. Gwendolyn softly cupping her fingers around his width as he ran his fingers over her shoulder and down her arm. Would they be able to wait until they got her back to their swiss chalet to enjoy her? If they were, it was certainly more self restraint than normal as they tended to revel frequently in instant gratification.

Watching her dress was such a sweet tease, the sheer lingerie, and the stockings, mmm, the stockings, as she rolled it slowly up her leg he could almost feel every inch. She had a body that was classic beauty, not like the plastic, barbies of today, hers was a classic beauty. Venus or Aphrodite, or in more history, Bacall, Bergman or Deneuve. A classic, the kind of woman whose body must be slowly taken, tasted and enjoyed like the rarest bordeaux or finest aged scotch.

She was nearly dressed, when she finally spoke, looking over her shoulder with the allure of a modern siren, “Could…could you help me with the zipper?” Clifton looked briefly at Gwendolyn, but knew she would expect and enjoy having him attend to the young girl. She ran her hand ever so discreetly up his cock as he got up, and he squeezed her hand lovingly in response.

The dress was spectacular, the stitching a work of art, but her body was the perfect canvass, and it draped and enhanced her every curve. The zipper ran down nearly to the crack in her firm, delicious ass. Clifton stepped in close behind her, she no doubt could feel the hardness of his erect cock as it pressed lightly into her covered ass. He slipped his fingers inside the opening in the back and gripped her waist covered by the lingerie. He reached around and ran his hands up her abdomen, until he cupped the underside of her breasts, his fingers pressed against her covered nipples.

He leaned forward and spoke softly but confidently to her. "You are beautiful, but I want you to relax. We intend to be very good to you...if you let us, I think you will learn to love and covet our attention. All I ask is that you keep an open mind, I think you will find that we give you a life and bring you both physical and sensory pleasures you never thought possible and soon will never want to live without."

As he spoke he had gently rolled her nipples in his fingers and softly kissed he neck. She smelled clean and sweet like a lilac bush. He had only wanted a brief taste, one for him, but two for her. There would be no question she was theirs to enjoy as they so desired. But, the way they did it, was intended to give her nothing but the greatest of pleasure.

He zipped her up, and then turned around to assist Gwendolyn to her feet. "We will be flying you back to Switzerland with us either later tonight or tomorrow, your preference? But we would like to take you to dinner, I hope you like Sushi, but, if not, the chef will make whatever you like. We have the penthouse suite upstairs for us to have a private dinner, and the chef is one of our, or at least my, favorites."

He turned her around and cradled her jaw in his thumb and forefinger. "Emmaline, I know this feels like the worst day of your life...but I beg t differ, I think you will quickly come to realize, it was actually the beginning of the best!" He went and opened the door for the three of them to leave and begin their adventure together...

 

[wickedpen]

She was good, oh was she ever I thought as she looked like a high quality soft core princess dressing through a blur of ecstasy. If this girl is the innocent naive woman who appears to be both embarrassed to be seen naked but willing to sell her virginity, for the best of reasons mind you, I will drink Merlot for a month. She was playing the oldest game and playing it hard. I was given a pass at birth and then pitched at the rich white girl social carnival until stumbling on this magnificent man. She is skipping a lot of levels, like all of them. From street to penthouse in the clouds for the honor of being fucked. I went from several floors down but nowhere near the street.

The excitement she played off as nerves was brilliant. Her stiff nipples, her perfect skin, her amazing hair, it was like watching living art.

Clifton is a bright boy but Emmaline is unique and potentially over powering. Is he simply letting himself get caught up into the story that he can genuinely seduce this top level prostitute, the Pretty Woman fantasy. He has tried it a few times but usually fails before it even gets started. Maybe I am reading this all wrong but, reading people is what one learns to do on the rich white girl social carnival tour. She is a lion pretending to be a nervous lamb in heat. This is why I am here. I save Clifton from women like this. Women who think they can play this game better than me.

Feeling Clifton's hard cock against my fingers was exciting. I wanted him and would prove to him that I am the best for his needs.

I was looking at Clifton when she sealed the deal, "Could…could you help me with the zipper?" in her weak soft needy little innocent girl over the fucking top, how hard can I get you old pervert, kind of way. It was slow but fast and there was nothing I could do about it. The big right out of no where crushed into my jaw as Clifton turned and rose to the bait.

I was angry as I sat back and watched them interact. My anger turned to arousal as Clifton moved against her backside and reached around our new purchase with the confidence of ownership and gentle firmness of respect. I remember the first time I felt Clifton against me. It was primal, most educated, smartest, prettiest, groomed for success, now facing something controllable. Something powerful and new and resistance is impossible. I exhaled thinking of being Emmaline. Then remembering how excited he must be, still trying to keep this together. Not slipping back to Jersey girl or wherever the fuck she comes from.

"easy Gwen it's going to be OK. Cliff loves you and you can stop this any time." I heard Clifton's mother, Mary's voice in my head speaking calmly which always enraged me.

"Let him have a feel, or whatever... He will always come home to you." she continued making the case for him, as always.

He made his soft sell and smiled.

"Well, the plane is ready. The Champagne is cold, and I am famished." I said cheerfully hoping to ensnare Emmaline into our world. She was hard to ready, even for me.

 

[ms_tiff]

Five Weeks Ago

She stood, cornered, one of his hands on her hip, the other cupping her breast. His breath was warm and damp on her neck; the scent of cigarette smoke wafting off him in a thick cloud.

“I think we could come to an agreement,” a nicotine stained thumb brushed against her nipple, as he brought his face close to hers. The urge to gag on the smell of liquor and cigarettes overwhelmed her. “An agreement that would be…mutually beneficial.” His lips quirked up in a hungry leer.

Emmaline turned her face away from his, desperate for a fresh breath of air. She had come to him in a moment of desperation. The bills were piling up and her father’s disability checks had stopped coming in months ago. Though she’d picked up extra shifts at the grocery store it still wasn’t enough. Every penny she brought home went straight down her father’s throat. The first eviction notice had shown up that morning and Emmaline had gone to their landlord, ready to beg on her knees for more time. But the woman had turned a deaf ear to her pleas and informed Emmaline that she had but one month to six weeks to pay the current rent plus the three months back rent or the lot of them would be on the street.

And so, with no other option, Emmaline had knocked on the one door she had sworn to never enter.

“I’ll pay the money back, with interest.” The edge of the desk dug into her back as she tried to step away. He pressed against her, his “mutually beneficial agreement” pressing into her hip.

“Oh, there’s no need for all that formality. Not among family. Let your Uncle Kevin take care of you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, running his fingers along her jaw.

“No, I insist.” Emmaline’s voice shook.

Dry lips brushed against her cheek, moving steadily towards her neck. Hands tugged at the hem of her skirt.

“No!” She pushed him away.

“Now you listen, Emmaline, either you do this for me or no money. You listen to me, it’s either going to be me or someone else. A girl like you, someone is going to end up paying a pretty penny for that pussy. And who would you rather it be? Your dear uncle or a complete stranger?”

“I’ll take my chances with the stranger.” Emmaline pushed past him and rushed out the door before the tears that were building spilled over.

Present Day

Feeling Clifton pressing into her, his arousal clear, brought back memories that Emmaline would rather have left buried. Her breath hitched, heart racing, as his hands slipped inside her gown, traveling up her stomach to cup her breasts. She bit her lip, ducking her head and blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

“You are beautiful, but I want you to relax. We intend to be very good to you...if you let us, I think you will learn to love and covet our attention. All I ask is that you keep an open mind, I think you will find that we give you a life and bring you both physical and sensory pleasures you never thought possible and soon will never want to live without.” His words were soft, but commanding. As if he knew the thoughts racing through Emmaline’s mind.

He pinched her nipples, causing her back to arc involuntarily. She went rigid as Clifton’s lips met her neck.

How could she have thought she could do this? How had she thought she could give herself to someone when all her mind instantly reverted to that moment in her uncle’s office?

Clifton’s knuckles traced her spine as he slowly zipped her dress. She drew in a shaky breath as he turned her around and cupped her chin.

"Emmaline, I know this feels like the worst day of your life...but I beg to differ, I think you will quickly come to realize, it was actually the beginning of the best!"

As Clifton opened the door, Emmaline caught his wife watching her. She could feel her appraising her, trying to read her. Emmaline ducked her head once more as they both waited for her to follow.

“I...” her voice caught in her throat and she coughed gently, “I hope that I please you. Both of you.” She said softly. “And I want you to know that I will do my best to make sure that you haven’t wasted your money.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Clifton had seen the look of skepticism in Gwendolyn's eyes. He knew she doubted the story of sweet Emmaline, as much as he believed it. He watched her far more often than she probably realized. This is who they were, he was the optimist, she did her best to make sure no one took advantage of his desire to believe in people....and he loved and cherished her deeply for it. He also knew she would have pangs of jealousy, but she had nothing to worry about. He was as devoted and desirous of her as any man could be, despite their little hobby here.

He listened carefully to everything she said. "Well, the plane is ready. The Champagne is cold, and I am famished." He looked at her and slid his arm around her, he had planned for them to eat here, let Emmaline say her goodbyes, and then fly her off with them either tonight or tomorrow. However, if Gwendolyn wanted to go home, take our young and sexy purchase with us, I could arrange things for later. "Of course, I will have Mitsuhiro meet us on the plane, and we will have his ingredients transported to the jet."

Mitsuhiro Araki was widely considered the finest sushi chef in Europe, his ability to created when the fish he had used in Japan were unavailable. He would not be happy to be transplanted but, for Clifton, he would do it, and be given the proper additional consideration for his inconvenience. The only thing that mattered to Clifton was that Gwendolyn was happy, and that they enjoy this. He leaned into whisper into her ear, "I am going to allow her to say her goodbyes, but I need to FUCK you now!. As soon as we can have a minute alone on that jet"

They were about to walk out, when he felt he heard Emmaline speak from her heart. “I...I hope that I please you. Both of you...And I want you to know that I will do my best to make sure that you haven’t wasted your money.” Clifton laughed, sincerely and affectionately. He took Emmaline by her thin waist and turned her so she faced him, trying to force her to look into his eyes adn see the truth of what he was saying his hands confidently grasping her. "My dear child, you sweet, frightened girl...of that I have no doubt, I could not be concerned less....No, my concern is proving to you, that everything I have said her, all that I have promised about being good to your family, letting you live to and enjoy your wildest dreams...."

"...My beautiful wife is ready to leave, so I will have the chef travel with us to Switzerland, but we probably have at least an hour, maybe two hours to get everything ready. Are there anythings you need to do, any goodbyes you want to make...I can have a car take you wherever you want to go...do you need to give anyone money for your brother...your father...just name the amount? I want to show you, we want to change not just your life, but those you most care about...Gwendolyn and I are going to head immediately to the jet...but I, we, want you to take care of anything you need to do...that way once you leave, we can completely enjoy ourselves!"

 

[wickedpen]

His words were exactly what I needed, right then. "I need to FUCK you now!". These words were energizing like a gallon of espresso. It was the desire in his voice, true subconscious lust.

Clifton was lost in this vision of beauty he has to play with. I was raised rich but deep down, I am as much a whore as Clifton. This girl, woman, Emmaline seems almost real. In comparison I am a shell of a human being and Clifton is hoping to fuck me on the plane so when his new virgin prey is under him, he doesn't waste the opportunity with being early, and I think that sums him up pretty well. We are lone sharks while she is, different.

Come on, she can't be this small town, apple pie, innocent, county fair queen pure, can she? And here selling her raw naked submissive presence to the highest bidder. She seems to have never entertained the thought that she might not come back from this trip. It's been known to happen, not with us of course, but others. And then it struck me, she was that all-American can-do attitude filling out an amazing body, hair, skin, teeth. She was super model material but, either too humble or not bright enough to go to an agency and be discovered. Although in the end this will be a much easier way to make a whole lot more money and limiting the number of dicks she would have to suck to make it as a model, I am not sure that calculation was part of her calculus.

I turned to Clifton and pressed into his side with my body and made sure he noticed until his hand turned to press my button through my dress. I ran my hand over his hard cock as I looked up at him.

"Keep him going but don't let him cum until its with her" Mary's voice filled my head. I was growing to hate that voice.

"Sorry about the dinner plans, we can eat here?" I say submissively, although Clifton knows this is me being human in public. I will take the sushi chef's best knife and cut off Clifton's favorite appendage if we eat here, and he knows it.

"Maybe we should go with her?" I whisper up to him as my hand is now in his zipper and around his cock. I kiss his neck and purr "this should make up for it" before pulling his cock from his pants and stroking it slow and long like our kiss as Emmaline stands and watches.

The small doorway gets even smaller as I squat in front of Clifton and take his cock into my mouth. I bumped into her as I turned and the mere soft touch against my ass sent a serious charge through me. I imagine what they are thinking as I slowly bob and suck on his wonderfully hard cock. Is she touching herself? Is she getting him hotter? Is she horribly awkward and staring at the ceiling? I only torture her for a minute before standing and returning Clifton's aching cock back to his pants, much to his chagrin.

I beamed at Emmaline with a "don't fuck with me bitch" sneer as I leaned forward with saliva still thick on my chin and not caring.

"Do you want to say good bye or just come?" I said leaving the "with us" off intentionally as my lust filled eyes peered into her stunning black pupils. I slowly expanded my awareness, savoring every inch before returning my smile to Clifton.

"Good girl Gwen, I knew you would be a good match for Cliff" Mary's haunting voice pulsates through me, in a strangely arousing way. She had first told me this exact quote, after his first affair and I forgave him. That was a turning point. That is when we started seriously bidding here.