I hurried to the stage. The rules were that I was not to have any boyfriends (lovers okay.. no committed relationships) six months prior to the auction. We lived in a remote town filled with very wealthy people and I was brought up to accept this... well.. I shall call it what it is... a fuck auction - yes.. I accepted it as did all the women folk in the town as just part of living and growing up in Roxbury. We enjoyed for 80 years, this secret privilege of abundantly available sex for both men and women.. but women were brought up to please men.. mostly we had to be seduced before we gave permission for any domination to occur.. but the fuck auctions held once every year... were the exception.
I was wearing a light flowing goldish gown which looked a little bit like an ancient Greek Goddess dress.. with flowing gold like soft cloth that hung over my shoulders and wrapped neatly around my breasts and then my buttocks down to my upper thighs. I showed a bit of my well toned legs (well toned by years of yoga, running and tennis competitions) capped off by a beautiful but comfortable pair of semi heeled gold slippers.
I caught the usual catcalls and whistles and smiled and stuck out my tongue at the younger men who were not allowed to bid on me.
"Dana Crowley... from the Crowley Family..." announced Max Steiner, the MC for the event. "23 years old, fresh from Brown University, third auction in a row. Last year, Baxter Douglas won her... Baxter are you in the room?"
I smiled at Baxter as he stood up to huge accolades and he blew me a kiss. I laughed when he feigned exhaustion and sat abruptly on his chair. Baxter was a beautiful 35 year old wealthy real estate magnate.. and I had no reservations about letting him fuck me the first night he won me. He pumped me superiorly bending me over the ledge of the 67th top floor suite we had and had fucked me like a queen.
The bidding began without any decorum.. and Stephen Wagner started at $20,000 to some applause.
It was then that I spied him.. Joe Bascoglia - the outcast. My heart sank when he laughed out loud at the table he sat at by himself. He had 7 empty chairs around him.. all purchased by him, yet unfilled. He had laughed in the direction of Stephen as he put his number up on the stick. Nobody else laughed with him. He was a bald, unkempt man. I had smelled him one time at the gymn - he stunk, although I could smell, sense and react in fear to his tremendous sweaty testosterone. His number was $50,000 - the highest ever in recorded history for a fuck auction.
