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She chuckles and nods, pretty locks bouncing over her shoulders. I catch one, and she freezes as if I’m gonna yank it. I’m what the wonderfully kinky folk call a Daddy. Violence isn’t my thing. I thread the lock between my fingertips, noting the lack of hair spray. “Your hair is naturally curly?”

She nods again. “With a bit of an upgrade from the curler tonight.”

An honest girl. Mentally, I hit “like” on what she said, wondering if this is my lady. A lady needs seven likes in the first half an hour of our time together for me to consider spending more time with her. That’s my scoring system, and I stick with it. It works, which is why I’m still single.

That and also because my obsession with time makes me a control freak, and I can tell when a woman won’t enjoy as much control as I would assert over her life. “Lovely. Have a seat.”

She sits at the bar and goes to cross her legs. I catch under her knee. “I’d rather enjoy the view.”

She swallows and turns to Neven, whose dimples and good looks annoy me now. Does he look better in the same tie than I do? Inwardly, I snort. Who cares? Apparently, I care, and wantto hit a like on another control item. Will she spread her legs for me? I asked politely, didn’t order, giving her a choice.

“I’m gonna need a shot of Jack and maybe a coke chaser,” she says.

“Now that’s a drink.” Neven gives me a pointed look.

I sip my sex on the beach, not giving a rat’s ass what some Mafia boy thinks of my choices. Hitting another like, I enjoy my view, wishing I were a bit shorter than six one so I could see up her little skirt. The spread thighs lead up to a sweet little place between her legs, and I wonder if she’s wearing panties. I glance over at the couch. The girl on Gavril’s lap flashes me a bare bottom. No panties for my lady either, I presume.

She throws back the Jack and scrunches up her nose then chases it with coke. I reach over and lift the hem of the little skirt. Pretty, hairless mound. Cute lips. Frozen Vanessa. I lean back and smile. “What do you do for a living, Vanessa?”

“I’m a kindergarten teacher.” She folds and unfolds the edge of a white envelope, and I recognize it as a nervous gesture. Looking around, I see a man in the corner by the door opening one. More envelopes lie around, most of them opened. Only two women still walk around with theirs.

“Actually, I’d like to work with babies. Being a nanny for a family would be a dream job for me.” She chuckles. “I’m oversharing.” She fans herself. “It’s getting hot in here.” More fidgeting with the envelope. “What do you do?”

Two likes for babies. I want kids, so a woman worthy of my time, and I hers by the same token, must like babies. Four likes total. Vanessa is on a roll. “I’m an entrepreneur. Little bit of everything. My specialty is playingPapito pretty women.”

She gives me a side-eye.

This was the hard hit, and one that makes or breaks the time continuum. Leaning in, I await clues, knowing full well how I sound to a vanilla ear, and if she’s vanilla or plain disgusted, I’llbe sorely disappointed, though happy not to waste either of our times. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

In my younger days, maybe I’d have one or two nights with someone who isn’t into what I’m into, but I’m looking for a keeper, and a keeper must share a desire for adventurous bedroom activities that make her feel a little uncomfortable, and all the more horny for it.

I touch the glass’s rim with two fingers and circle it. She watches my movement. I stroke the side of the glass.

My lady swallows.

Again, I look around the room. It seems to me the girls choose a man and give him the envelope, and this one is gonna choose me or heads will roll. Maybe violence is my thing after all. What do I gotta do to get the envelope? What’s inside the envelope? An invitation? Fuck, I’m gonna pass out here from curiosity. Kudos to the asshole who planned this auction. For once, I’m not bored at a charity event, and the lady has only three more likes to go. Since she didn’t react to my Daddy statement, I gotta speed up the convo here.

“Bravo!” I clap. “What a lovely event.”

The men clap, as do the girls. I think I’ve wasted enough time here. I want her fucking envelope and I want seven likes, but I gotta play better or she’ll bolt. Sure, I could order her to give it to me, but there’s a gentler way to do this. Smiling, I lean into the lady, making sure I don’t touch her when I invade her space. I whisper at her ear. “I have no idea what I’m doing here.” I lean back and take a sip of my drink.

“Are you serious?” she whispers back and moves her chair closer.

There we go.

“Dead serious. No idea. My brother made me come in his stead.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widen. “I came to help my sister. She got into some trouble with the…locals.”

“Ah, blackmail, then. I wondered how this works or what it is.”

Neven clears his throat. “You might wanna mince your words, Playboy.”

“A customer full of money is always right, Dimples, and ladies jerk off to playboys, so fuck off and smile elsewhere.” I lost my shit there a bit. Clearing my throat, I fidget with the glass and roll the ice.

Neven shakes his head and leaves the bar. The lights dim, people start departing, some men alone, others with baby dolls. No art or artifacts were sold in this auction. But a bleeding pussy with the potential of hitting seven likes is on sale here, and I’m gonna acquire it. Nicely, if I can. Not so nicely if I have to, because I am not leaving this place without this baby doll.

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