The combination of the concern in her bright blue eyes and her posture was telling a story of a woman not happy with her current situation. Melissa stood in the corner with her shoulders slumped and head tilted down looking at the stained carpeted floor as one by one the women were taken out onto the small stage and put up for bid. She waited hoping that she would receive either a text message or phone call from her boyfriend telling her she didn't have to go through with it. She shook her head wondering why did she make the bet with him and even more confusing was why did he pick this as the reward? Melissa's eyes closed as she tried to calm her nerves when she felt a hand gripping her wrist.
"Come on your sweet ass is next," laughed the rough looking doorman.
She was able to smell the booze and cigarettes on his clothes and found him to be repulsive. His long knotted hair and ugly tattoos made him look dangerous and hideous. Melissa stumbled from the back room as he practically dragged her toward the stage.
The host announced her sounding like a cheesy strip club emcee, "Gentlemen, get ready to reach for your wallets. This next fine piece of tail is a tall blue eyed blonde, her ass is tight, her tits are perky and her pouty lips would look great wrapped around any of you degenerates cocks. Please give it up and she'll give it up for you, this is Melissa!"
The spotlight shone on her forcing her to squint in order to see the people in the front row. Her eyes searched frantically for her boyfriend hoping to see him and he would make the save at the last minute taking her away. Her heart sank into her chest when she realized he wasn't there. The hoots and hollers were getting louder from the rowdy drunken crowd. Melissa's eyes were drawn to a couple of the people seated in the front row. The man in the suit must have been a pimp with the way he was dressed, and the way the two women sitting next to him wore next to nothing and obeyed his orders. What if he bid on her? She couldn't possibly be one of his whores. Her heart raced faster as the bidding started and the reality of her situation grew. Melissa noticed another man near the back of the room dressed completely in leather. She didn't see him at first but like the pimp in the front row he had two women with him too. But unlike those women they were dressed rubber and wearing leashes. She swallowed hard and thought about making a run for the door when the man she found so repulsive earlier grabbed her again and spun her around. Melissa's back was to the audience and she felt him slap her ass through her tight jeans which sent the men into a frenzied state.
"Look at that ass guys. Don't you just want to spank it too?" the host yelled incensing them more.
She was so confused that she lost track of the bidding and could only wait for the winner to be announced. Just moments later Melissa heard the words that sent a shiver down her spine. "Sold and congratulations to you Mr. Davis," the host exclaimed and petted her on the behind as her new owner made his way to collect his purchase.
Melissa turned around slowly and saw the man who just paid $2000 for her. She was shocked and confused as he must have been sixty years old and frail looking. He took her by the hand and walked her in the direction of the private room. The room was empty except for the bed in the center and a chair in the corner, as basic as possible. A disturbing thought made her cringe, she might have to feel him on top of her and even worse inside her. The old man gave her a big toothy smile as he gave her ass a squeeze.