1. One Trick Penny – Chapter 11


    Date: 11/5/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KrystalClear, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    the starting quarterback. And would it be so bad if you had to fuck him?” I stared angrily into his eyes. He saw how serious I was. “Whatever he plays; I don’t want to fuck anybody but you. No games and no screw-ups? Got it.” “Okay, I’ll do my part. I’d better get one hell of a fuck out of this.” I wanted to make myself perfectly clear. “You’ll get my best, but if you mess this up, it will be a long time with anything but your own hand.” The room began to clear out with anything other than those of us on the block and those bidding for our affections. We mingled with the men, most of whom were older with entitled attitudes. A few chatted us up, but most just ogled the goods. The copious wine and spirits I consumed helped make the process slightly more palatable. Quinn again admonished me, “Be sure to let me know when you’ve finished with Dave, so I can get you out of here.” The auction was announced, and the first item on the docket was a slender redhead, with a killer body and cheekbones to die for. Her smile was electric. She wore a Western inspired gown. An announcer called out, “This is Darleen. Age twenty-six. Her specialty is the reverse cowgirl.” She did a polite curtsey that also showed those in front her ample cleavage through her loose top. “Too bad we aren’t allowed to bid on the other girls,” I said to Quinn, who was standing next to me. She nodded and replied, “So, you have a thing for redheads? I’ll admit; she is hot.” I didn’t have time to detail my recent ...
    experience with one, but the thought of her was making me excited. “Yeah, I have to admit, there is something about them.” Over the PA system, we heard, “Bidding starts as $500.” That figure was met immediately. It started to go up quickly in fifty dollar increments. I was surprised when it peaked out at $900. “First girl of the night always goes low, but it’s not a bad start.” Quinn could see I was getting nervous. Darleen walked off stage and grabbed the hand of a grey-haired man I recognized as a city councilman. He’d was on the news a couple of months ago railing against the decline in public morals at public beaches and how police needed to increase patrols. “He’s one of our best supporters for keeping The Aventeen sheltered,” Quinn whispered to me. He took his prize through a side door. She returned a half-hour later with her perfectly quaffed hair a bit disheveled. The auction carried on with most women going slightly higher, between $1000 to $1250. Even Quinn fetched only $1200. I was on next. “This is Penny. A first timer here at the WHORE-PAC auction. Penny is twenty-three. Her specialty is anything you want.” I felt awkward. Most of the women here were absolutely gorgeous. I hoped I wouldn’t be embarrassed. I sucked in my gut. “Who’ll give us $500?” With the lights, I couldn’t see who was moving around in the audience. I heard $500 bid. It didn’t sound like Dave. I waited for him to rescue me with another $50. That didn’t happen. The bid bumped up to six hundred and ...
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