Carissa looked down at her newly applied manicure. She spread her smooth, delicate hands wide and worked them with firm pressure down the length of her voluptuous curves. Her skirt lifted as she proceeded to run a finger up towards her slit. Soon her fingers were dancing in her pussy and she was bucking her orgasmic release.
Satisfied, Carissa poured herself a cup of coffee, added some crème liqueur and sat down on a bright red sofa in her modest apartment. She glanced at her "To Do" list. Third on the list was National Nude Day. An idea started to form in her head.
National Nude Day on July 14th was an opportunity for a new life. She knew her curves and beauty were a commodity, but how to best invest was the question. Carissa went over to her wardrobe and looked at the array of colourful clothes she had bought over the years. The styles, colours and patterns that were being developed these days could make a man melt in the presence of a hot woman, and that is exactly what she offered.
While scouring the internet Carissa came upon a link to an exclusive auction to be held on National Nude Day. Details presented, stated that beautifully attired women would be hired and could submit their photo, in the costume they would wear, to the address below. The idea sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.
She was twenty eight years old. She took good care of herself. Eating well, exercising and using her incredible figure to her advantage were areas she excelled at.
Carissa circled her neck with her hand then plucked at her nipples. Her fingers twisted, flicked and played with her nipples roughly, yet again, sending her arousal levels through the roof. Her hands moved down her stomach until her right hand was cupping her pussy. Two fingers circled her clit expertly as she rode her hand to satisfaction.
Carissa couldn't help herself. She could never help herself. She was insatiable. Sex was just too much fun and produced such wonderful feelings. Why should a person not live a life fulfilled? We know what we want, so let's enjoy, was her attitude.
Being a seamstress had its advantages. Carissa decided on the bull's-eye approach. Hone in on what mattered. Her big round sweet tits and round tanned bottom would be beautifully exposed. Being in the auction could offer new opportunities in wealth. Sex was second nature for her. Carissa loved sucking cock. Why not suck rich cock went through her head. Her photo was received with an immediate reply, showing interest. Her costume consisted of light gold, bronze, and dark gold tassels arranged around her big beautiful tits, sexy ass and waxed pussy. She would be extremely fuckable in many different ways. When National Nude Day arrived Carissa stood on the long podium, waiting with anticipation, along with her fellow auction prizes. Each girl had an exquisite quality that made her desirable. A man in an expensive suit walked up and down the line of beauties, then stopped in front of her.
Gage had a mean streak. He enjoyed women as his prey. He pulled and preyed on their emotions, treating them as pawns in his game. It's what thrilled him. It's what made him hard. When he saw Carissa he became instantly hard. She was amazing and would look so good tied up in his bedroom or looking up from his cock while he gagged her with it. He knew he wanted her and would pay any price to have her.
Reynold perused the girls from a distance. When his eyes landed on Carissa he knew he had to have her. She was a rare beauty and deserved to be treated and spoiled and fucked like the princess she was. Her features were riveting but it was her eyes that fascinated him. Her eyes were full of wisdom, yet they were very Cleopatra like in a sultry, sexy way. A "fuck me attitude" was written on her face. It appeared in her mannerisms and in the way her sexy body moved.
Reynold was pissed when he saw that his prize desire was being sought after by the cruel, sadistic millionaire that often frequented the same auctions as he did. Gage was standing in front of Carissa staring at her in an intimidating way. One of two things would likely happen. He might present the winning bid or perhaps share and rescue her as he had done with other women, previously.
He made a mental note to tip off the auctioneer to give him the edge and expedite his winning bid fast. Secretly employed by the auction house, it was Reynolds's job to rescue the beautiful starlights who craved rich men and didn't think about the consequences of allowing themselves to be bought.
The women on display at the auctions were typically young, sexy and full of confidence. Gage walked over to two twenty something sexy nymphs on the auction block. He smoothed his moustache, ran a hand through his hair and patted his stomach. It was big from too many indulgences. Gage liked his indulgences. The beauties stood before him as he and other participants perused them. Carissa stood out among the group.
Gage walked over to her and ran his finger over her full lips. While she stood still he ran his fingers over her chin and down her elegant neckline. He then cupped one of her exposed full breasts and squeezed while trapping her nipples between two fingers. It grew between his finger tips. Gage noticed a shiver of excitement flow through her but she didn't flinch and stood her ground. That was a good sign. He liked them obedient and willing to submit.
He held her gaze while his hand roamed from her tits to her fully exposed round ass. It was hard and tight from a healthy workout regime. He squeezed her ass cheek roughly and then took a broad hand and made a loud sound that made heads turn. Carissa held her ground and didn't react. The expression on her face remained motionless. Gage decided she would be perfect. He would enjoy controlling her.
Carissa looked in admiration at the first girl up for auction. A barely there, pure white sheer linen draping material covered her tanned toned body. Her wrists and ankles were wrapped and tied with strings hanging. Her nipples were exposed as well as her midriff and long legs. The effect was very pleasing to the eye. Reynold thought for sure Gage would go for her, since she was his type, but it didn't happen.
When the bidding started Gage watched as the girls went one by one to the excited suitors who were eager to pay for the beauty's charms. Then finally his prize was open for bidding.
"Twenty thousand!" one of the regulars called out.
"Thirty five!" said another.
When the dollar amount rose past a half million only Reynold and Gage were left in the race. From having danced this dance so many times before the men had reached an agreement many years ago, that when the bidding got out of control, they would share. Share the cost and share the girl that is. Whoever made the S sign first would be entitled to go first.
Reynold was relieved when Gage finally made the sign at five hundred and forty thousand. They would split the cost and split the girl. Reynold liked to go last to repair the damage that was done and set things straight so future auctions wouldn't be compromised. Gage only knew that Reynold liked to go last and wouldn't give up.
The limo driver didn't alter his expression when Carissa arrived escorted by Gage. Her colourful and exotic cat woman costume with cut outs emphasizing her best features didn't faze him one bit. From the corner of his eye he could tell she was an exotic treat.
When in the limo Gage kept the screen up so his chauffer could see everything. It was one of the perks of the job.
"You've got beautiful long hair babe," Gage said twirling her hair in his hand.
