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“Two point six million dollars!” thought Simone as she waited at the airport terminal, sipping a green tea Frappuccino. “Two point six MILLION dollars!” She knew that these virginity auction sites could fetch a girl a pretty penny, but she had never imagined so much. Though it was quite a shock, it was a welcome one. Not only was she going to buy back her mom’s house at the courthouse steps, she could buy her own place and still have a fortune left over. Things were going to turn around. She just had no idea in what way. She looked down at the time on her phone. “Three twenty-six. Time to get going.” She got up from the table and headed to baggage claim. Before she could get to the conveyor, she saw a pretty, around late twenties, woman in a chauffer’s uniform holding a placard, which read ‘Simone Greene.’ “That’s me,” she said, extending her hand to greet her. “I’m Beatrice, but you can call me Bea,” said the woman, taking her hand. “Your luggage is already in the car.” On the ride to the buyer’s house, Simone sat silently in the back. She had recently turned 18 and graduated from high school. She stood at around 5’3”. Her strawberry-blond hair was done in a pixie cut. She was slender with an ass that she thought a bit too big. Her breasts were a perky cupcake-like b-cup. Her parents had been missionaries in the Philippines when she was very young. That ended when her dad was killed in a boating accident. The life insurance was able to buy a decent house and supplement their living when her mom found a job as a receptionist. But in more recent years, her health declined and she had to quit working, so the money started to dwindle. That’s when Simone got desperate and began to consider more drastic solutions. Her friend Chrissy told her of sites to auction off your virginity. Simone was skeptical at first. But when she saw the final bids these girls were getting, she was sold. Her mom had always told her that her virginity was precious and a gift meant elvankent escort bayan only for her husband on their wedding night. With the situation being so desperate, her future love was just going to have to understand. The tinted divider slid down. “We’re here!” said Bea. She opened the door to let Simone out. “Let me grab your bags.” They walked from the parking garage to the elevator. They entered a quite posh lobby, then walked across it to another elevator. They waited until the bell rang. They entered and Bea pushed the button for the twentieth floor, the top. “Bobby also has the entire rooftop with a pool and Jacuzzi,” said Bea.” The entire floor is one private penthouse.” “Impressive,” Simone said. The guy who won the auction was named Bobby Vasquez. That’s all she knew. And that he must have been loaded. The bell rang and the door opened to a foyer. They stepped out and Bea pulled out a card, scanned it at the only door. The door clicked open. Two young women dressed in French maid uniforms greeted them. Both were very pretty. Mia was a seventeen year-old Filipina. Paola was a nineteen year-old Costa Rican. “This is Simone Greene,” said Bea. “She is our guest of honor tonight. Let her mingle with the rest of the guests.” Simone noticed that all the party-goers were very attractive ladies. Bobby must be quite the playboy, she thought. Karla was a thirty-two year-old brunette. Annie was a twenty-nine year-old redhead. Matilda was a twenty year-old brunette. Gretchen, a twenty-one year-old blonde. Candy, a thirty-five year-old with light brown hair. Giselle, a thirty-nine year-old French brunette. Maria, a twenty-five year-old from Mexico. Lolly, a twenty-six year-old from Jamaica. Last, Sandra, a forty-three year-old from Colombia. Simone went around introducing herself to the party guests. She tried to find out as much as she could about the mysterious Bobby Vasquez. But the only responses she got were, Escort emek “Wait and see,” or, “In due time.” As she was talking to Lolly, Mia tapped her on the shoulder. “Bobby will be here soon. We have to get you ready.” Mia and Paola escorted her into a very large bathroom. They commenced to strip her completely naked. “Now lay back on the bench,” Mia said. “We have to shave you. Bobby wants you completely smooth down there.” Nervously, she complied. She had always kept her pubic hair short down there for comfort reasons. But she had never shaved completely bald. But if this was what Mr Vasquez wanted, she was willing to comply. Mia went over to Simone’s side and gently spread her legs. Paola started dabbing shaving cream on her crotch and pulled out a straight razor. She started shaving until her mound was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. She wiped the cream off, Then gave her some white lace panties and a thin white shirt to put on, which she did. “OK. It’s time,” said Paola. The two maids led her out onto the rooftop terrace and onto a large futon. There were six other futons arranged around it. It was a clear, starry night. All the other guests started to come out and sit down. Everyone was quiet. Were they going to do it here, in front of everyone? It all seemed strange.Then a woman stepped from behind Simone. Simone didn’t recognize the woman from any of the ones from the party. She stood about five foot ten. Light brown skin, brown eyes, and wavy dark brown hair that went a bit past her shoulders. She had a pretty face and a curvaceous figure hidden under a small black party dress. “Hello, my dear. You must be Simone. I’m here to claim my prize.” “I’m sorry. I don’t understand. When is Mr. Vasquez to show up?” replied Simone. “Oh. You really don’t understand. There is no Mr. Vasquez. Let me introduce myself. My name is Roberta Vasquez. But everyone just calls me Bobbie. It’s truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance. eryaman escort You and I are going to have so much fun tonight!” “Oh, no. You’ve made a terrible mistake. I was on auction for a man to take my virginity. I can’t do this. I’m not a lesbian.” “Oh, no” said Bobbie, “YOU’VE made a terrible mistake. You didn’t specify in the terms of the auction that it was only open to men. You’re here. All the arrangements were made. Your money’s in escrow. Now it’s time to hold up your end of the deal.” Roberta “ Bobbie” Vasquez was a buxom, voluptuous forty-seven year old Colombian bombshell of a woman. She was very wealthy as a result of her father’s business enterprises. Also a strict lesbian, she used her wealth to indulge her depraved sexual appetites. “Okay, that’s it!” said Simone. “The deal’s off! I can’t do this! I won’t do this! You can have your money back. You knew what you were doing and that it was deceptive. I won’t have it! I don’t have to go through with this!” What a gift from Heaven, thought Bobbie. Such a feisty girl. The most defiant ones ALWAYS ended up being the most voracious, cunt-hungry rug-munchers. She would end up tasting every pussy on that rooftop terrace before the crack of dawn. But first she must be broken. “No, my pet,” quipped Bobbie, “I suppose that you don’t. But see that brunette there and that redhead there? They’re Karla and Annie. Two virgin conquests of mine that I put through law school. They became my two finest attorneys. If you don’t hold up your side of the bargain, they’ll eat you alive in court. And since your state is a loser-pays state, you’ll spend three lifetimes paying the legal bill. Now what’s it going to be?” That really wasn’t entirely true. The part about the loser- pays state was a total fabrication. But Bobbie was counting on the young girl’s gullibility to bluff her way into sitting on that pretty face. “Oh, no! Please, ma’am! You can’t,” she started crying. “Yes, I can and will,” said Bobbie. “Come on. Trust me. It’s not that bad. You may even like it. If you want to avoid nothing but misery for the rest of your life, you will do what I say.” Simone kept crying. Bobbie gave a head nod signal to the rest of the girls. They all started slipping out of their clothes, and Bobbie did the same.
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