Here we go ready or not.
"Alright Good people. Student number 69 is up for bid." Monica Gift...hell every person out there had a good laugh at her assigned Sale Number, "Who offers their hard...," Another good chuckle, every guy there was rock hard, ",...earned money for this lovely Lass?" More chuckles as all the guys heard ass over lass. "Who wants to help the Senior class pay for their Class Trip by buying her services?" Bid flyers rose before he even finished his spiel, "Mow your yard. Wash your car. Do your dishes. Whatever the need."
The school board had hired the help of Auctioneer Byron Speck in the Senior class event called, Slave for a Day. Oh, how the men wanted Monica as their slave. Not for menial chores either. She knew it as much as they did, but as bad as she wanted to flaunt herself like a supermodel, Monica kept her poise casual. A shy smile was enough. Today already, over 60 students had been auctioned off to the highest bidders. Mostly family members helping their children out. Of course, others knowing just how fine some of Monica's flock were had their own cash flow ready to fancy their fantasies. The cheerleaders definitely went high bid. Not as high as this next beauty though. Antics alone were going to drain bank accounts.
Monica Gift stood up on the bandstand onlooking a large gathering of buyers. Today for the most part, she behaved to avoid any disturbing signs of her exhibitionist traits. Wearing her specifically made white T-shirt promoting the event that said Slave for the Day , but with the D in Day rubbed out to make the D look like an L making the word Lay, and extra tight blue jean shorts, she stood with her hands in her back pocket. With her stance as it was, her healthy breasts were well poised for attention regardless, even without a hint of cleavage. Harmless enough she thought. Foregoing a bra her nipples were inspired to say "Look at me". Eyes were glued. The L was definitely an added bonus, seeing as the lower slash of the letter pointed directly at said nipple erection. In her mind that was a sign.
Below her, the mass of people began raising their numbered cards of identification, now that the ID was acknowledged. It amused her that the men out there were driving up her bid without pause, time after time to obtain her. Many of them had seen her activities already and knew what to expect should they win her. Others who knew nothing were attracted to her beauty regardless. Even the local Police officers whom she had cut deals with were there in case of a mob scene. They bid just for kicks, but only to boost her sale price. A single blare of a squad car siren made the audience chuckle. A red light on top of the car symbolizing HOOKER in their evil thoughts. Monica couldn't stop laughing. She could almost read their minds. Especially with them using their nightsticks as if jerking off. She adored her men in uniform.
Luckily for Monica, her own parents were out of town on a business trip over a hundred miles away. She would have hated it if her Father had bid on her and won, perish the thought if it had been her Mom. Her desires leaned toward someone fresh. Therefore, she put the word out through her entourage of admirers that none of them were to purchase her. They could drive up the bid, just not win her. At the moment her current bid had exceeded three hundred dollars. Top bid thus far today was for the luscious blond bombshell Zoe Klein at $375, bought by of all people a pool installation company who brainstormed the idea of exploiting the young Goddess in a bikini on a street corner holding a sign. The company investment was buying more cheerleaders just for sales. Violet Rainier, and Becca Wright were also bought and strung up, meaning skimpy string bikinis. Traffic jam for sure. Shockingly, the girls loved the idea. Blame their newfound respect for Monica Gift.
Associates of Monica's parents worried her. She knew her Mother's boss Eliza was raising her hand frequently. That would mean she would need to behave if bought. Monica didn't want to behave. Bids reaching four hundred twenty five and climbing, the crowd realized her top dollar value had overshot Zoe's high price. Each time the bid rose Monica bounced up and down, her chest jostling under the inspiration of no bra. That certainly attracted attention. Dancing in a circle for the audience to preview her tight heart shaped ass, in even tighter jean shorts that shared just a hint of cheekage, wolf calls were even heard. A few stray whistles dared to interrupt the Auctioneer, who grinned at their mischief. Even the High School girls Coach, Marion Murray and her girlfriend Karla got into the excitement until the bid exceeded their smiles. Another day perhaps. Just when it looked like her Mother's friend Eliza was going to win, a loud voice objected, bellowing an amazing bid of, "FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS". From the back of the crowd stood the most unexpected entrant to her bidding.
"Principal Janson?"
She flared her eyes in contemplation, whining under her breath at his reasoning. Many weeks ago she had been dared by Ryan to strip naked and lay on Janson's car. That was a pivotal point in her building friendships. Students respected her boldness and what she did that day. She had smudged his windshield with her tits leaving a ghostly imprint of her nipples. Not to mention she had left her G-string thong under his wiper blade. So much more had happened since that day. Behaving in school was impossible, nor was it ever going to happen again, she needed to misbehave, it was too much fun getting away with murder. Nothing more was said of the situation. Nobody ratted her out, that she knew of. Janson himself had not confronted her or called her parents over it. Was this just a fluke?
"Going once. Going twice. SOLD!"
Lloyd Janson had bought this young woman. At first she didn't know how to react, watching fellow students in line behind her gnash their teeth at what this could mean for Monica, for the entire school. Suddenly, her eyes sparkled, mind racing, "This could be fun." Leaving the stage to make room for other students to be sold she took her dilemma in stride. Her life was now in Janson's hands. Walking through the crowd her friends glared at her out of shock. She just shrugged with a stressful grin, and made the best of it. Oh, her best was yet to come.
Stepping down a small staircase she approached the short balding Principal in a toupee. Lloyd Janson was a meek man who seldom confronted anyone, unless it was warranted. He thought of himself as a young man even at the age of 47, energetic, and strict of persona. Nice most days, grumpy others. Pussycat? Not once.
"Hello Monica." Lloyd greeted her, his palms rubbing with anticipation. It was rather creepy.
"Hi, Mister Janson. That was crazy you bidding so high on me. Why did you do that? I'm sure there were other more qualified candidates."
"There was just...something about you. As the bid escalated, my curiosity grew."
"Yeah, everybody wants me." She jests.
Lloyd puckers, "So I see, so I hear."
His expression gave her concern, it was obvious that he knew something, "Oh really?"
"I do believe I...own you for the next eight hours. Shall we go?" He offers a Gentleman's stance, awaiting her to walk with him. A hooked arm accepted with a weird curtsey Monica joined his swagger. The continuing Auction drowned out their exit.
"So, what do I have to do for the eight hours?"
"Why clean my house. You're my maid for the day."
She grins devilishly, "French maid outfit? Feather duster?" His eye brow raises as he attempts to word himself so as not to sound perverted. He chose silence which came across even creepier. She could see his expression changing as he mulled it over.
"My car is right over here."
"Nice convertible." She offers smiling.
"I think you're quite familiar with it, if I'm not mistaken." He opens the passenger door for Monica. Her eyes bulge as she climbs into her seat, avoiding the doors closure behind her. Janson steps around his car and gets in buckling up, encouraging her to do so as well. A moment to start the engine, he backs out and drives away. Once down the street he slows to a stoplight and decides to reach into his jacket pocket. Before her eyes he produces her discarded thong and dangles it from his rearview mirror.
"Oh shit!" She whispers darting her gaze out the passenger window.
"Of course I know this used to belong to you. Do you think I'm blind?" He continues through the intersection.
"How did you find out?" She hisses with a pale expression.
"Hidden cameras facing the parking lot. It's a security measure against vandalism. Not many people know this. Well, students that is."
"Yikes. Am I in trouble?" She cringes.
"I know more than that I'm afraid." He intimidates her.
Her heart was pounding, "Such as?"
"Hallway monitor cameras. You snuck into the Boy's room weeks ago. I witnessed a large number of lads entering after you. None left until their next hour class."
She squirms in her seat, "Why didn't you bust any of us?"
"I should have. However I grew curious as to just how long your games would continue. They most certainly did. I enjoyed your stripteases in Mr. Morrison's classroom. The man was oblivious at first was he not? That of course, changed over time."
At first she chuckled to herself, "Not that blind." But switched her reaction as to express concern, swallowing hard, "You have cameras in the classrooms?"
"Of course. How else do we get proof should a Teacher get out of hand? For safety purposes against complaints issued by a student. Or, vice versa. Security in my school is top notch."
Shivering she refuses to cover her chest. Her nipples were aroused like never before, just the way she liked it. Janson tried his best not to look, sweaty palms on the steering wheel seemed out of character.
