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.
"They'll be here in a moment and we can get started," he said coldly as he continued his caressing of her butt through her tight jeans.
Melissa was beginning to panic again and didn't want to know who they were. The door opened and it became clear as two large black men walked into the room already naked and a third man followed carrying the camera equipment. The old man clapped his hands moving to the men and gave his instructions to the two studs. They nodded in agreement. Melissa could only stand still as the men circled around her like hungry vultures. They reached out and touched at her body, they fondled her breasts and grabbed her ass while they freely stroked their dicks making them larger and rock hard. She followed their movement closely knowing what they were doing but still jumped each time she felt their touch. The men settled in place, one in front of her and on in behind. She took a deep breath as her top was lifted from her body, slowly moving up and over her head revealing her breasts. Melissa frowned and bit her lip as her nipples had hardened to her dismay and she saw the camera moving in close to record her. Her body jerked as the button to her jeans was undone. All she could do was resign her self to the fact she was going to be ravaged by these two big black men and it was going to be on film for more people to see. A couple of hard tugs had pulled her jeans down her legs and crumpled around her ankles. Melissa stood in her little black panties with the thin bow in front exposed to the men and vulnerable. She tried to go somewhere in her mind to avoid thinking about her situation but couldn't escape, her eyes forced her to notice that one man had a massive tattoo on his back of a naked woman. She found it to be ugly and demeaning. Her panties joined her jeans on the floor leaving her naked and scared.
"Turn her around and bend her over," the old man directed, "so we can get a good shot of her pussy and ass."
Melissa bent over with her palms flat on the bed with the help of one of the men pushing down on her back. The cameraman knelt down behind her so he could get a close up. She groaned and shook her slightly knowing what he was seeing and filming as the man with the tattoo reached over and squeezed her ass with both hands spreading her cheeks to show the camera everything. He rubbed his index finger at her opening teasing to push inside but just spreading her lips for the shot. They were getting the most intimate looks of her body possible.
