“And our final contestant is an angel who landed from heaven to spend one sexy night with a lucky man… or a woman,” the host’s voice echoed in the hall and even my eyes trained on the stage. “Welcome Candy, the sweet and spicy blond who will rock up your world!”
Everyone became silent when a petite woman dressed in a white lace basque with sexy white stockings, garter belts, and heels stepped on the stage.
I strode closer and narrowed my eyes at those long legs that were shaking in front of the horny crowd, who cheered as Chelsea scanned the rowdy people with a nervous gaze.
This. Fucking. Girl.
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I’M YOURS
CHELSEA
Itook a shaky breath, fidgeting with my fingers when the host announced names of women and a few men dressed in pieces of fabric that could barely cover our ass.
I didn’t want to do it, but I had little choice.
Sean was insane to send me three grand for my attention just to get my number. I had even repaid his money, but he had sent me five grand instead and told me to keep it.
Of course, I needed the money, but I couldn’t keep it. He had already paid me well enough for that night where he didn’t even touch me, and it felt weird to accept his money for nothing.
So I had decided to pay him back.
My heart beat remained high as the public hooted and cheered, placing high bids to spend the night with gorgeous women. I swear I heard someone say a million dollars.
I felt ashamed to ask my mom to help me out and worse—dad. I didn’t even want to think about ever asking him for money. And it was just this once. I would get the fifty percent cut from the auction bid and get a nicer apartment while finding a job.
My nerves amped up when I was the only one remaining in the backstage. The floor manager who held the auction was a sweet old lady, and she told me I didn’t need to have sex with anyone who bid the highest price for me, but if they’re handsome enough, they would ask for it. It would be consensual, but I was still scared.
I didn’t want to sleep with anyone. I just wanted a stable roof over my head, food in my fridge and a decent job.
“Welcome Candy, the sweet and spicy blond who will rock up your world!”
I clenched my jaw and tried to relax my body before walking out onto the stage. My heels were high, so I had to be mindful of my steps. My eyes squinted at the lights, the heat of it making me feel hot when I stepped in front of the crowd.
Heartbeat thundered in my ears and so did the crowd’s approval as I twirled, feeling the burning stares of so many on my bare skin. I wanted to turn back and cover myself. I was wearing a white lace basque corset and a white thong with bows. My legs trembled when I tried to find my footing beside the host, standing in the middle of the stage as the auction started.
The sultry song was humming low as men and women started bidding. I wouldn’t mind going on a date with a woman, but I was afraid I was heterosexual. I couldn’t look at the crowd as they bid. The harsh lighting on my face made my vision blurry.
I bit my lip when someone bid over twenty thousand dollars. People kept bidding more and more until I heard a loud and clear voice bid,
“One million.”
I looked up, all the air leaving my body. I wanted to see who it was, but all I could figure out was a silhouette of a man in a suit. I swallowed, hoping they would be nice. Hoping they would just want a dinner and nothing more.
“One million and fifty grand.”
Another man bid and I could see they were closer to the stage. Hush fell over the crowd and I was afraid to breathe.
That was the highest bid anyone had placed that night. Maybe it was a mistake. I should tell them to stop and end it?—
“Three million.”
The previous stranger said and my knees shook, hearing the amount.
“Three million dollars. One,” the host was grinning from ear to ear as she reached till three and cheered as she held my hand and raised it in the air. “Sold for three million!”
I was blinking rapidly, making my way off of the stage and yet trying to look at the man who had bid such a huge amount. I couldn’t find him over the bustling crowd.
