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  And when my eyes flickered open, I saw the dark man had done a three sixty. He wasn’t sitting back in his chair anymore, oh no. No more lazy dog posture, no more alpha at ease. Instead, he was leaning forward now, hulking form tense, blue gaze hard, gleaming, predatory, as he watched me display my curves. There wasn’t drool dripping from his chin yet, but give me five minutes and I’d make it happen.

  Because I went with what came naturally then. One finger was already deep between my ass cheeks, and slowly I wormed my other hand around and with one palm, pulled my left cheek aside, letting the billionaires view my crack, the gentle brown hole. It’d been bleached this morning, believe it or not. I could hardly contain my surprise when they told me what was happening.

  “No,” I’d gasped. “No shit, really?”

  But the attendant merely shook her head, stirring some paste in a small pink tub.

  “The bidders like it,” she admonished slowly. “The lighter the color, the better.”

  I’d squinched my brow. Of course I’ve seen my back pucker, everyone looks occasionally in the mirror, but I never really scrutinized it. Why would I? And all that I saw in the mirror now was a hole, nothing exciting, nothing odd, just a deep brown hole, tiny and clenched.

  “I don’t think I need it,” I stuttered a bit. “I’m fine the way I am.”

  But the attendant shook her head regretfully.

  “I’m sorry, I have my orders and that’s that. We’re going to bleach you, it won’t hurt, don’t worry, relax.”

  So gritting my teeth, I submitted. Pulling apart my ass cheeks, I let her apply the paste to my anus, the brush like a feather across my ass, gentle, soft, making me jump a little, it was so unexpected to be touched there.

  “Don’t move,” the attendant warned. “Don’t move, and don’t let your butt cheeks hang either. Keep them pulled apart, we don’t want to get the bleach anywhere but on your anus.”

  I clenched my jaw because her words were so crazy. Bleach on my anus? Keep my ass cheeks pulled apart? It was so crazy. And trust me, this was no fun either. I’d thought the waxing was bad because it’d been excruciatingly painful, almost too much to bear, but this was bad in a whole different way. I was completely nude, holding my ass cheeks open as a woman painted my anus with fast-acting bleach. What had the world come to?

  But it was all in service to a man, a handsome alpha male who would hopefully pay more if he liked what he saw, if he was so turned on by a pretty asshole that he’d pay double, or even triple. So I kept my mouth shut, breathing hard, waiting for the cream to do its work. God, the price of beauty was certainly high in my case, far beyond what I’d normally pay.

  But extraordinary circumstances call for extraordinary measures and the Billionaires Club was one hundred percent extraordinary in every respect. After all, they sourced girls, their scouts ranging far and wide to find the best women to auction, to offer in a private setting to their members, just one more perk of being a Club member. And I had an extraordinary job as well. I was going up for auction tonight, and bleaching my anus was just one step in my transformation, to make me into a siren, a succubus that no man could resist. So once the attendant was done, I’d rinsed myself and let my ass cheeks close, gritting my teeth, saying nothing. It’d been humiliating, but I’d live, and hopefully my dark star met the minimum requirements for beauty around here now.

  But now, I was glad for the treatment because there was absolutely no hesitation when I parted my cheeks now. My pucker was a light caramel instead of deep chocolate, the pleats clean and dry, my hole tight, winking with desire. And shooting another sly glance over my shoulder, I made eye contact with the dark man again. Oh god yeah, electricity sizzled in the air. He was watching intently, blue gaze glued to my form, that huge frame vibrating with intensity. And was it my imagination, or was his hand moving slightly? Up and down, up and down. Well, whether he was furiously playing with the controls, directing cameras on me, or furiously playing with himself, it didn’t matter. I was getting the upper hand in this dance and smiled coyly, my female wiles enticing.

  But then his lips moved and despite my best efforts, I couldn’t make out what he was saying. It was too shadowy, too dark, and I was twisted around, making lip reading impossible. Besides, I’ve never been good at this kind of thing, in school I could never tell what my friends were trying to get across, it took a combination of sign language, furious gestures, and finally written notes to get the message through. But the female announcer made it all clear when she spoke next.

  “We have a request from Bidder Five. Article Thirty, please insert a finger into your anus.”

  I gasped then, eyes going wide, staring at the dark man through the pane of glass. He wanted what? He’d told them to tell me to stick a finger into my butt, to feel my own back end? And the smirk on his face, the devilish grin was my answer. Oh yeah, there was a phone line in his booth going straight to the announcer, Club members could make requests just like requesting a song on the radio, a portion of Annie served right up. Oh my god, I hadn’t anticipated this.

  But there was nothing I could do but obey. You’re here for a job, I reminded myself, to make money. But dancing for the big man had changed things somehow. Now it seemed like we were alone together, just the two of us in a small room, me dancing for him, doing the nasty for his eyes only. And I’m not sure why, but suddenly I wasn’t thinking of money, of my family, or of our dire circumstances, how much we needed help. Instead my mind was occupied with the thought of “us.” The connection that I had with this stranger, this huge, forbidding alpha male whose eyes were directing me even now, making my soul ripple, my bones go weak, my every female instinct attuned to him.

  So trailing a hand down my body, I lifted a cheek so that the view of my back end was unobstructed. And slowly, oh so slowly, I pushed the index finger of my other hand into my mouth, getting it good and wet, laving my tongue around the pink, polished nail. Thank god, I didn’t have long nails, the manicurist had gone for short, square and neat, a lifesaver given what I was about to do now. Because slowly, I trailed it the wet tip down my back, delving deep through my crack to pause at my anus, playing with my hole as my other hand held the flesh open.

  And probing, lightly fluttering my finger across the sensitive flesh, my eyelids droped again, sensations shivering through my frame, my ass and cunt both spasming once, slightly, cream dripping from my hole. No one had ever told me exhibitionism would feel this good, that I’d love it, my form growing hot and wet under the bright lights, tingling from the feel of a man’s eyes on my curves. And riding that wave of courage, I went for it. Slowly, my finger tested my back hole before worming a bit, pushing gently into my back pucker. Oh god, it felt so good and I moaned throatily, head dropping from my shoulders like a flower too heavy for its stalk. Oh fuck yeah, it was so tight, so dry, so musty, and felt so effing amazing that I pushed again, this time sliding my digit up into my ass about an inch, testing the sweetness.

  God, it was so hot inside. I’ve touched my pussy before, all that warm, wet flesh, swollen and engorged, but this was completely different. In contrast, my anus was dry, not swollen at all, in fact really small and tiny. And so pulling my finger out quickly, I popped it into my mouth to lube it up once more, getting a whiff of musky ass taste before toying with my butt again.

  And fuck, but this time it was easier. My finger slid in an inch without much effort, and I probed deeper then, reaching up inside myself. Oh yes. Oh yes. Two inches made a huge difference and I shuddered reflexively, the anal penetration so dirty. But it was time to get the show really going now, there was no point in holding back. So taking a deep breath, I turned to make eye contact with the dark man, finger deep up my butt, and began a slow slide. The dark man’s eyes were glued to my figure, nothing could have torn him away, his gaze devouring the soft flesh, watching hungrily where my finger hit my hole. Oh god, the big man was actually growling now, I could sense it, see the vibrations in his huge torso, feel the vibrations
in the air, and it only drove me to higher heights, pushing me to do more.

  Because I began buttfucking myself in earnest then. I know it sounds gross, but when you’re with the right man in the right setting, it’s the hottest experience, there’s nothing that can stop the sensations. And yes, at an auction with an alpha billionaire devouring me, it was exactly the right moment to go for gold, my fingers moving in and out of my anus, fucking that tight hole, my mouth crying out with ecstasy, torso twisted as I tried to get as deep as possible with each thrust.

  “Oh!” I mewled. “Oh fuck me, fuck me!” My fingers moved like a steady drill in my butt, pushing deep and then pulling back, again and again, hot curves shaking with lust.

  And the dark man’s hand moved faster as well, his entire arm pumping as he either bid or masturbated, I wasn’t sure which. But it didn’t matter because we were feeling one other, our minds connected even if our bodies were separated by glass, and with a couple more deep thrusts, a few more agonized pulls with his hand, suddenly we both burst. That’s right, we both climaxed hard, my butt clamping like a vise around my fingers before dissolving into a series of tremors, my alpha billionaire letting out a roar, his head thrown back, neck and shoulders tight as he stroked himself to orgasm.

  And something gratifying happened then because unexpectedly, a gust of white splattered on the viewing window, I could see the hot, oozy semen streaming down the pane, jizz everywhere as the man spurted more, his dick relentless, splashing hot fuck against the window again and again. I paused, eyes wide, amazed. Holy shit, the dark man’s orgasm just rolled on forever, for minutes almost, his arm moving up and down vigorously as he worked that unseen cock, more and more liquid splashing onto the pane, dousing it, literally covering a huge swath of glass with gallons of the precious stuff. Oh my god. How big was his dick? How much did he have stored in his testicles? Would there be enough for a second round? I’d never seen a man with so much sperm, he out-did even male porn stars who are known for their virility, paid extra for their enormous money shots.

  And it made me incredibly hot. Oh god, to get that oozy white deep inside, the male juice squirted into my pussy, deep into my ass too, coating my inner channels with thick, virile sperm? I wanted it, I absolutely wanted it and my eyes begged him now as we both came hard, simultaneously. Please, I pleaded silently. Buy me, buy me. Please, make me yours.

  But even as we careened over the edge, there was still the reality of the situation, the fact that I was one girl among many buyers. Because like it or not, this wasn’t a private show, not even close. There were cameras all over me, men in each booth, each billionaire bidding hard, fuck the fact that we weren’t out of the viewing phase yet. And I heard the woman’s voice ring out.

  “Due to high demand, minimum bid for Article Thirty has been raised to one million dollars.”

  I gasped, pausing as the last shocks of orgasm rolled through my cunt. Oh my god, the minimum bid was one million dollars? I don’t mean to sound greedy, but that’s a lot of money for a poor girl, and even though I knew I’d only get half, still, five hundred thousand was enough to completely transform my life. Maria had hinted that compensation would be good, but she’d never said it’d be this good.

  And so I rolled with it. As the last tremors of orgasm rippled through me, I pulled my ass cheeks apart fully to let the men see my gorgeous brown, to let them see my pucker winking with desire, clenching again and again as spasms and shocks rolled through my frame. Fuck yes. I wanted the dark man to see, I wanted him to look right up into me, to imagine what it’d feel like if he buried his dick deep.

  But this wasn’t called the virgin auctions for nothing. I’d been marketed with an emphasis on my vaginal virginity, and my little show aside, it needed to be proven, verified to the bidders before the next phase began. So the woman’s voice rang out once more.

  “Article Thirty, please open your vulva.”

  I shuddered a bit, it wasn’t exactly hot to hear my lady bits referred to in gynecological terms, but the order was crystal clear. It would have been easier to bend over, to put my hands on the floor before spreading my cheeks once more and letting the men look right up my pussy channel. But I wanted to go one better. I wanted to give them a good view, a full-fledged gaze at my virginity, so instead, I lowered myself to the dais until I was sitting, and slowly pulled my legs up straight until both toes pointed at the ceiling, the length of my pins emphasized by the silver heels.

  And slowly, oh so slowly, I parted my thighs, each foot lowering inch by inch until I was practically doing the air splits, one toe pointed at different corners of the room, big boobies heaving as I balanced, tummy trembling, labia on display. And with a wicked smile, I went for it. I reached a hand to my pussy and slowly caressed it a bit, sliding a finger between my folds, getting it wet before bringing it up to my mouth for a taste. Oh yeah, my cunt’s sweet and the nectar was flowing like a river tonight.

  But that wasn’t what the men were here to see, although I’m sure they would have happily lapped my thighs, drinking the ambrosia from my honey hole. Instead, they needed proof that I was still a girl, so slowly, I dipped a hand between my legs, this time with a finger on each labia, and slowly, oh so slowly, pulled myself apart. It was a beautiful sight, and I trembled and sighed, throwing my head back, moaning slightly. The engorged pink flesh looked like two puffy parentheses, opening to reveal moist red walls within. My clit stood proudly, hard, throbbing, and my interior glistened under the lights, the wet, pulsing flesh enough to make any dick hard.

  But that wasn’t enough. The men needed to see my insides, to view my hymen, so I reached both hands between my legs then, rolling back on my spine so that my hips were pointed almost straight at the ceiling, and spread my labia as far as they could go, holding myself open for viewing. Oh god, as I watched, a bit of moistness slid from the base of my slit, evidence of my arousal and lust. I quickly glanced at the dark man, and to my satisfaction, he was watching, blue gaze fixed on my most sensitive spot. My cunt gushed wetly again, clit jerking a bit, almost as if it were waving to him. But I hadn’t done enough yet.

  “Article Thirty, please pull your right side back more,” came the woman’s monotone.

  Shuddering, I obeyed. I guess the angle wasn’t quite right, the cameras couldn’t quite capture my virginity yet.

  “Now shift your hips slightly down,” intoned the woman’s voice again, and unthinkingly, I did as told. I was now open as a flower turned towards the sun, my insides exposed, my pussy hot and wet under the lights, asshole winking from down below as I spread myself, loving the feel of male eyes on my most private parts, the sensation making my skin tingle, my clit throb. Yes, oh god, yes, I was such a slut.

  And at that moment, the dark man and I made eye contact again. His blue eyes were glued to my pussy, yes, but they also roved all over my frame, over my plush lips, the arched back, the way that my breasts heaved as I stretched, baring my all. And as I watched, he nodded and raised his fingers, two of them pointed straight at me, making a push/pull motion. Oh my god, really? Was he really intimating to me that he was gonna finger fuck me when he got the chance? That when we were alone, my soft wet flesh bared for his gaze alone, I’d be rolled up like a ball like this, baring my slit as he ran his fingers in and out? It was so disgusting, so depraved and yet I loved it. I loved the lewd hand gestures, how he treated me like a whore already, I loved the thought of his hard, square digits deep in me, and oh god, but my pussy leaked more, wet shiny fluid running from my hole to drip down my ass.

  Suddenly the woman’s voice came on once more, interrupting my reverie.

  “There you have it bidders, Article Thirty’s hymen is intact and visible. Cameras, zoom please.”

  I held absolutely still, moaning musically, basking in the attention. I was such a whore, a slut to the max, and yet it was my wildest fantasies come true, my dirtiest dreams, exposing myself to a group of alpha billionaires as they took a good look at my assets. God, what had I beco
me? I was no longer small town Annie, I was Anna the big city slut, ready to do whatever a man asked in the confines of the Club. Clearly, Maria had chosen well, I didn’t even know this about myself.

  And a small whir sounded from up above as a telephoto lens focused on my cunt, delving deep, bringing the glistening walls into HD, the throbbing pink flesh. But most of all, they wanted to see that tiny piece of tissue within. Because I had it, it was absolutely there, I was untouched by any man and through sheer luck, had never lost my hymen through exercise. My golden ticket was still there, and the fact that so many men were looking at it simultaneously with the thought of buying it, only made me cream more, a pool of my juices forming on the floor beneath my ass, cunt steaming from arousal.

  “Confirmed. Article Thirty is untouched,” came that same female voice, “We have finished the viewing phase and the floor is open for bidding now.”

  Although all the lights above the viewing windows were already pulsing with energy, they seemed to flash even brighter now, ever more urgent. A pounding noise sounded, a muffled thumping behind me, and craning my neck a bit, I realized that one billionaire was literally pounding his window in frustration, he wanted me that bad.

  And I smiled like a Cheshire Cat then, a warm feeling of satiation, of being on top of the world, seeping over my frame. It shouldn’t have been this way, of course not. No girl ever envisions herself nude, lying on the floor with her legs spread, baring her cunt as men bid to use her body. But these were the circumstances I’d found myself in, and they suited me just fine. Although I’d pumped myself up, prepared to act the part of a woman in heat, instead in came naturally, there was no acting whatsoever. I was the slut on the floor showing everything, I was that girl.