Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I want to smash their faces in. I want to rage and shout, before ripping their clickers out of their hands and grinding them into dust beneath my heel. Then I want to claim Haley as mine, mine, mine. She belongs to me, fuckers, so get the hell away.
But what am I thinking? I haven’t seen my beautiful stepdaughter in years now, and I have no idea why she’s here at the Citadel, selling her curves to some depraved dude. Even worse, the Citadel has a zero birth control policy. Yes, they allow the billionaires to come hard in unprotected pussy, filling girls who may be fertile and ripe with jizz. Immediately, red fills my vision again.
No one’s going to fill Haley’s slick cunt with sperm but me.
That pussy is mine, and mine alone.
Back off, motherfuckers, because this little lady is taken.
Yet I can’t leap onstage and hustle Haley away because clearly, she’s here for a reason. But what could it be? To lose her innocence? That can’t possibly be true. A woman so ripe and beautiful wouldn’t be a virgin because she must have a hundred guys after her. Does she need money? Yet I settled a large sum on Brenda when we divorced, so I don’t understand why or how Haley would find herself in an impoverished situation. Or maybe, the young woman enjoys this kind of thing, putting herself on display before an array of hungry billionaires. Yet with the way Haley trembles on stage, I know that’s not the case. She frightened, and literally shaking with nerves. Hell, maybe she’s even a virgin, seeing how she works her lower lip with her teeth, plumping it up as it goes pink.
Then, a voice begins speaking above us.
“Gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s auction. The Citadel has put together an especially tantalizing line-up for you tonight, and of course, we expect the bidding to be fast and furious. Before we begin, however, if you’ll make sure that your clickers work, we’d appreciate it. Depress the button at the top once and you should see a green light go on at your console. That ensures that your device is functional. Please let us know if it’s not.”
I look around, and the men in the crowd are obediently testing out their clickers because no one wants to miss out on an auction this good. Clearly, management timed everything perfectly. Haley’s already on-stage, gorgeous and lush, and the men are eager for the bidding to begin. A few are already adjusting their crotches, visible hardness appearing down their pants legs. Fuck, I hate those motherfuckers and would do anything to clear them out. But the show must go on.
“Thank you,” the invisible announcer murmurs. “I’m happy to report that we have no technical issues tonight. Then let’s get started, shall we? Our first product, Lot A1, is already on stage. Haley Monroe is twenty-one years old, with golden hair, bright blue eyes, and the curves of a voluptuous sylph. Not only that, but she recently graduated from Evergreen College with a degree in child psychology, and hopes to work with underprivileged children one day. At the moment, however, we’re lucky to have Miss Monroe with us. Turn to the right, please.”
Haley stands on stage, blinking and unsure, but then she slowly swivels clockwise, showing off her voluptuous form. Damn, those breasts are big, forming a gorgeous silhouette, and I see green lights going off like bright flashes. Even more, I can tell from the intent expressions of the billionaires surrounding me that shit just got serious. The bidding war has begun.
Meanwhile, the announcer continues to babble.
“Not only is Haley beautiful and intelligent, but she’s untouched as well. Our doctor examined her this morning, and sure enough, Lot A1’s hymen is intact. Our doctor also mentioned that her pussy is particularly tight, and he had trouble inserting his speculum as part of the exam. Does that sound like something you would enjoy, gentlemen? If so, then keep the bidding going.”
Flashing green lights go off like fireworks around me, and is it my imagination, but does the unseen announcer chortle with glee? Fuck. My thumb begins depressing at a rapid rate on my clicker, and I watch as the number on my screen accelerates upwards. It’s at three hundred thousand now, and jumping by ten thousand with every second that passes. Fuck fuck fuck!
But the voice isn’t done yet.
“Even more, our in-house physician examined Lot A1 back there, and her anal walls appear to be tight and untouched. Again, there’s no way to know for certain, but our physician has examined hundreds, if not thousands of women, and his professional instinct tends to be spot on. Will you show us, Haley? Let us view your untouched pussy and untouched ass. We want to see for ourselves if they’re truly as tight as the doctor claims.”