She held out a contract and a pen and, unusually for me, I signed it without even reading it.
"You didn't read it so I'd better let you know the two most important items in the contract. Firstly, you have to take care of your own birth control; secondly you are not permitted to refuse any guys request unless it endangers your health. If you take the initiative that shouldn't be a problem. Oh, one more thing. Once you are there you will not leave until Sunday evening except in case of extreme emergency. Sound good?" She asked.
"Sounds great!" I replied.
I heard a key turn in the basement door and, knowing it would be my husband, went to the kitchen to pour a beer. I figured it might put him in a better mood. He must have recognized the car parked outside, it was pretty difficult to miss after all, but I think he was surprised to see Ronnie and not Marcus.
He was very curt with her but I felt that it was just a show put on to appear to be protective of me. He did ask some relevant questions that I had not even thought to ask but I gave him a way out by letting him know that I had already signed on. In the end he signed his contract and immediately went upstairs.
We didn't discuss the event in the intervening days but I sensed that he was quite excited about it. Not as excited as I was though. I was also more than a little nervous and even thought about calling Ronnie and backing out. Oddly enough my nervousness dissipated as we got into the car and set off for the hotel. Traffic in the downtown core was chaotic and, even though we had left home a half hour earlier than we thought we needed to, we didn't actually arrive until a quarter past six.
Alan tried the hotel door but it was locked. He knocked and the door was immediately opened by a black man in a 1930's style bellhop's uniform. He invited us in and lead us towards a pair of large doors. There were a number of guests sitting in the lobby and some of them were calling out and whistling at me. It made me feel vulnerable and desirable at the same time.
We were taken into a very large room. It was already set up for dinner and looked very classy. I was vaguely aware of the bellhop pointing towards a door and Alan giving me a hug. He says we exchanged a few words but I don't recall that. He headed one way and I went toward the door that I saw the bellhop point to.
I pushed the door open to find it was almost full. The women were in varying stages of undress. Some were helping others get dressed, helping to adjust their uniforms to make them as attractive as possible.
Ronnie appeared and lead me to my uniform and wished me luck. In a second she disappeared into the throng to help the other women and I started to undress. At first I felt self conscious about undressing in front of the other women but then chuckled at the absurdity of be nervous in front of this group of women when I would probably be naked in front of four hundred black guys soon, not to mention the kitchen and bar staff and the fifty busboys.
I lifted the plastic cover off of my uniform to see what it consisted of. There was a short white blouse that looked slightly see-through. A very short black skirt, a black bra that just about covered my nipples and some tiny black panties. Finally there was a pair of white stockings and heels. There was no suspender belt but I knew that the stockings didn't need it.
I dressed quickly and took a few steps in my heels to get used to them. It had been a while since I had worn heels and I wanted to make sure I was steady. My first few steps were a revelation. Not only was I steady on my heels but my panties were rubbing in just the right place to get me horny as hell! I felt very sexy but I was afraid that I might get myself off just by walking. I looked at the other girls and they all seemed fairly happy too.
The changing room door opened and Ronnie came in.
"Ladies, ladies. May I have your attention please?" The girls quietened down.
"Firstly, thank you all for coming. You all look fantastic. I just want to let you know what it about to happen. Shortly you will go out into the ballroom and line up in front of the stage. Your significant others will already be there. Please do not mingle with them and don't try to talk to them. Behave as if they are not even there. A short film will be shown. Please watch it. It will give you some idea about our cause. When the film is over the busboys will take up their positions around the hall. Then the auction will begin. Come up on stage one by one. When you have been bought go directly to that table and wait until the auction is over. Remember that the money raised at the auction is for charity. You can help by flirting a bit to get the guys to bid higher. Please do not take any clothes off during the bidding. When the auction is over you will serve the guys drinks and dinner and anything else they want. Have fun ladies!"
"Oh, one more thing. If, by any chance, you do take any clothing off during the dinner." She rolled her eyes. "Just leave it where it falls. You won't need it again and the busboys will pick it all up when dinner is over. Now, follow me." She ordered.
We followed her out into the ballroom. A huge cheer went up from the guests. There was whistles and catcalls. I tried not to look but couldn't stop myself. I had never seen so many hungry guys in one place and I was glad that they were going to eat before they satisfied their hunger. At least it would give me a little time to get used to the noise.
I turned around just as the film started. The guests went quiet but I still had trouble concentrating. I was vaguely aware of pictures of slaves being abused, riots and film of a black man hanging from a tree. This made the crowd very angry and I started to get afraid. Pictures of famous people seemed to mollify them a little and they cheered a short piece of a boxing match. The last part of the film that I remember was of a bunch of white ladies dancing and taking their clothes off for a larger bunch of black men and then the whole thing turned into an orgy.
Next thing I knew the screen had gone blank and there was a black lady (who I later found out was Ronnie's sister) on stage and the auction had begun. I was one of the older white ladies there and I didn't want to suffer the humiliation of being subject to a very low bid. I watched what the other girls were doing on stage and how the guys bid on them. I figured that I could make myself sexy enough to be respectably bid on.
The auction seemed to be taking forever but then, all of a sudden, it was my turn. Going up the stairs to the stage I felt my panties rubbing against my pussy and that spurred me on. I shook my shoulders so that my boobs jiggled and lifted my skirt to show my panties. With my skirt lifted I turned and wiggled my ass. I turned back and cupped my boobs in my hand and lifted them up and down a few times. I don't know how much I was sold for but in the end it really didn't matter. I went and stood next to my table and immediately felt a hand squeezing my bum.
When the last girl was sold Ronnie's sister yelled something into the microphone and the guys cheered.
The guy who had his hand on my bum pulled me closer to him and said "We own you now. You are black owned. Don't forget it."
I couldn't think of anything to say so I just nodded. "Undo the buttons on your blouse." He ordered. I felt a little nervous but complied nonetheless.
"We need drinks, bring me a scotch rocks and see what the other guys want."
I moved to the next guy and he shook his head. "When you are taking orders bend at the waist." He said.
I bent at the waist and without taking his eyes off my cleavage he said "I'll have a beer."
Even with my blouse undone and my half cup bra the guys couldn't see my nipples and I thought to myself "This is easy."
I went around the table taking orders and giving the guys a bit of a show and then made my way to the bar. The barman placed the drinks on a tray and I made my way back to the table with it.
I took the first drink and went to place it in front of the guy who had given me the instruction earlier. He stopped me and said "When you are delivering drinks put the tray on the table and take one drink from it. Bend at the waist and place the drink in front of the guest and, while you are still bending, over shake your tits for him.
