M/F ~ BDSM ~ Virginity Auction ~ Billionaires Love Curves ~ Age Gap

I want to sell my virginity to a mysterious, older billionaire

He’s so hot I can’t help but think about what it would be like to let him pop my cherry… and earn some money while I’m at it!

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TESSA:

“I can’t believe I let you drag me out here,” I tell my best friend Brianna, as we both stare up at the building that houses Club Hot Commodities.

“Oh, please,” she says. “Don’t act like it’s some dump, when it’s clearly not.”

She’s right about that, and the proof is smack dab in front of our faces.

Club Hot Commodities looks luxurious — a tall black building with gold columns. It seems like it’s patronized by royalty, and from what Brianna’s told me about the place, I guess it kind of is.

It’s an underground “dinner club” that holds auctions. And I don’t mean of antique cars, or artwork for charity.

Instead, it’s where billionaire men can buy curvy virgins. They phrase it as buying a woman’s “company,” for a dinner date or a walk on the beach, but everyone knows the real money comes from selling s-e-x.

And anyone rich enough to bid hundreds of thousands of dollars on a woman’s “company” is close enough to royalty in my book.

“I don’t mean it’s a dump,” I clarify. “I just can’t believe I let you talk me into coming here.”

Brianna snorts.

“Don’t act like I forced you here at gunpoint,” she says, the phrase “don’t act like” being one of her favorites to use when she feels she’s being wrongly accused of something. “You were as curious as I was, and you know it.”

“I was curious,” I admit. “But not as much as you were. That’s impossible.”

Coming to check out Hot Commodities is all that Brianna has been talking about for weeks. She’d heard about it through a girl from her former cheerleading squad who said she’d made bank working here, so now Brianna is wanting to find out how much she can make, too.

But when it comes to me checking out the club, other with my best friend as she scouts out potential endeavors for herself, of course — no thank you! I don’t know much about it, but I do know it’s a place where billionaires bid on women, including buying their virginity, and that’s about all I need to know to have determined it’s not the right place for me.

Brianna can go crazy, and I’m here to support her, but if I were to do something like that and my strict parents found out, they’d likely kick me out of the house. And that would not be good for my long-term plan.

I’m taking classes full time and I need to have a roof over my head until I get my degree and then a good job. I can’t afford anything other than the local community college, and even if it had dorms to house students, which it doesn’t, I can’t afford room and board, on campus or off.

I’m studying journalism and political science, and I have a part-time job writing for a newspaper, but it’s not enough to pay for my living expenses. So, I have to stay in my parents’ good graces until I earn my associate degree.

At that point, I plan to get a full-time journalism job and take online classes from the state university part-time to get my bachelor’s degree. After that, I can concentrate all my time and efforts on journalism, hopefully climbing the ranks in my career until I land an awesome gig.

But right now, I’m looking at this posh club and thinking I could kiss my career plans goodbye if I were to have a job at a place like this, both because of my parents and the nature of the work.

I really don’t even want to go in, but my best friend can be very insistent.

“Come on,” Brianna says, taking my hand and pulling me inside the club.

As usual, I follow her lead, albeit very reluctantly, this time. We’ve been friends since we were young girls who met in church Sunday School, and she’s always been the adventurous, rebellious one. I’m usually the one observing from the corner, taking notes and writing about it all later.

As soon as we’re in, I can’t help but let my mouth drop open at the decadence surrounding us.

This place looks like a Roman temple.

Women in evening dresses walk around while men in tuxes sit at tables talking with their heads close together, no doubt discussing which women they want to bid on.

“Next up on stage is Shirley,” an MC — auctioneer? — says, as a beautiful woman walks out from behind a curtain.

She’s tall and thin with blonde hair and blue eyes. I’ve always been socially awkward and have never felt particularly confident, except for when someone says they like my curves, but suddenly I feel really inadequate, like I need to lose a good twenty pounds.

“Shirley is wearing a pink bracelet,” the MC announces. “Who wants to start the bidding?”

“The pink bracelet means she’s auctioning off a date,” Brianna informs me.

“Is that how rich people say ‘trick’?” I ask, thinking it’s a euphemism for prostitution.

Brianna laughs.

“No, I mean like a dinner date. You keep focusing on the fact that some women sell their virginity here, but I keep trying to tell you that doesn’t have to happen. There are all kinds of things you can auction off.”

“Let’s open things up with a starting bid of a thousand dollars,” the MC announces. “Who wants to place a bid of a thousand?”

“‘Dinner’ is code for something else, right?” I ask Brianna. “Men don’t really pay a thousand dollars here just to have dinner with a girl?”

“Yes, they do,” Tessa insists. “These men love to throw money around.”

I shake my head dubiously.

Fine, maybe they’re technically bidding for a date, but they have to be expecting more, I think.

Suddenly, my eye falls on a man in the corner who takes my breath away. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, with the most handsome face I’ve ever seen.

It’s rather dim in here and hard to see his features exactly, but I’m pretty sure he has dark brown eyes and a full head of dark brown hair, even though he looks quite a bit older than me.

My panties get instantly drenched as I think about him taking my virginity. I bet he has so much experience and would know exactly how to make me feel good.

Those big, strong hands of his would pull up my dress and his fingers would trace their way across and then underneath my panties.

He’d slip a finger inside my pussy while asking me, “Does this feel good?”

“Yes,” I’d moan, writhing against his hand.

“Good. Because I want to put my cock in you next.”

“Put your cock in me,” I’d beg him. “Do whatever you want with me.”

“Like this?” he’d say, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking on it.

“Yes,” I’d moan, as his other hand would slip inside my panties and start playing with my clit. “Just like that.”

He’d pull on my clit before rubbing it, and I’d writhe up against his hand, humping it because he’d make me feel so good as he was sucking on my nipple.

So good that he’d have to spank me, telling me that he’s in charge of when I cum or not. He’d even spank me with his cock just a bit to put me back in my place, before rubbing the head of his cock up against my pussy, teasing me by giving me just the tip, and telling me that if I’m his good girl, I’ll get more…

“I have to go!” I blurt out to Brianna, jolted from my thoughts by the fact that the handsome stranger is still staring at me in real life.

I know that if I stay here any longer, I’ll want to go up on that stage and sell my virginity to him. And as much as I’d love that as a fantasy, I’m not ready for the kind of repercussions it could have in my real life.

My face is burning red with desire, lust and embarrassment, and I can’t hang out here any longer because I might do something really stupid.

“What? Why do you have to go so soon? I haven’t even found out the exact details about this job,” Brianna protests.

“Yeah, but you don’t need me to stay here for you to do that. Isn’t your friend who told you about this place here?”

“Well, yeah…”

“Okay, then, I came in with you, I got you here, but now she can explain how it all works,” I tell her.

“But you were curious. What happened?”

“Bri. My curiosity has been satisfied.”

If only she knew that the problem isn’t that I’m no longer curious — in fact, it’s the exact opposite.

Now that I saw the sexy stranger, I’m too curious.

Dangerously curious.

But I’m not about to tell Brianna that right now or she’ll never let me leave. If she finds out I’m interested, she’ll sign us up to be on that stage next, or for life or something, and I’m not at all ready for that. She’s a very all or nothing type person, and I guess I am, too, but I’m usually on the “nothing” side while she’s usually on the “all” side.

So, I just call her “Bri,” which is what I do when I mean I’m serious.

And she gets the point, sighing and saying, “Fine, Tess,” which is what she calls me when she’s annoyed.

The sexy man nods at me as if calling me over.

Fuck.

I want his lips on my mouth. His handsome face between my legs, ready to kiss my other lips, which would be on fire for him as he makes them tingle with desire.

I want his mouth sucking my clit, lapping at my pussy hole, eating the juices I know it would be squirting out for him.

Shit.

“Good luck and have fun,” I tell Brianna with a hug, standing my ground before I give in and regret it.

I just know that if I stay one moment longer, my life will change forever. And I’m not ready for that to happen.

Yet.

I have a feeling it’s going to be really hard to get this guy out of my mind now. I tell myself there will be other opportunities, that Club Hot Commodities will always be here.

But will he?

Thanks for reading! This was Part 1 in my erotica serial called Selling my V-Card on V-Day. Click here to continue on to Part 2, which is called “I want to buy her virginity.”

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