Cat Lady on a Hot Tin Roof

Cat Lady on a Hot Tin Doll's House

Chapter Ten

BEFORE THE FALL

Emily was not shocked that the $8 million was raised. It was not a lot of money to many of the bidders and there were many contributors. She was pleased that she now could bank on at least $1.3 million after Servants Service got its share of the $8 million. She should not have money problems for a while although she realized that taxes and inflation would cut into that purse over time.

Emily was displeased with how widely the auction was advertised. She somehow thought that only the big sex boats and a few large corporations would be told about the offer and put in money to become bidders. However, Virginia told her that the bidding information and pictures of them all had been circulated to the sex boats, to companies that used indentured servants as party girls, to the many frenemies of Nora, Donna and Crimson, to friends of Melus and Eric Knox and to members of the XYY fraternity in houses across the nation.

Oh shit, Emily thought when she learned of all of her new-found fame. I should have given more thought to the extent of the publicity and to what it meant that everyone contributing at least $200 to the ante could attend the selection and auction.

Professors Thomas Jones and Constance Coolidge learned of the auction arrangement from an acquaintance of Jones who was a senior fellow of the XYY frat. Tom and Constance decided they had to go, particularly as Coolidge was now wondering if she had any better choices than the one Emily had made.

Because the $8 million was raised quickly, the auction could have been held as early as March 13, but Emily insisted that she had to grade carefully all the student papers due March 17. Kimmy, Madison and even Crimson said that they had to be allowed to finish the quarter which ended March 19.

The day of truth would be Saturday, March 27, 2066.

Naturally, all the women were on pins and needles in the weeks before the auction. They thought of holding an auction practice, but decided that having watched one was good enough. Crimson went to a XYY frat party March 19 to celebrate the end of the term. Naturally, she got high and had sex with a couple guys she didn't know well. Her walk of shame out of the frat the following morning came with a standing ovation from the frat members who were conscious at that time.

Donna, now free of any inhibitions, began sleeping with a different guy she picked up every night. When Emily heard that Donna was doing this from Virginia Talmadge, Emily's only thought was that Donna must be intending to head back to New York City as soon as the auction was done and never come back to Yoknapatawapha County.

Kimmy and Madison had to make up lies as to why they weren't coming back home for Spring Break.

Crimson's family knew why she was not coming back. Two of her brothers made enough of a contribution to the auction ante to get seats for the selection process and auction.

Nora had moved in with her mother as a result of her separation from Woods. Emily and Nora frequently bumped into each other in the hall or sat in the same breakfast room. Nora, though, still seemed to be mad at Emily. Emily decided not to push it.

Emily was happy when all the student papers came in March 17. She had something to do besides worry about whether she was going to spend twelve years as a sex worker. Still, she wrote in her Temple Drake blog that sometimes she wished that she would become a sex slave and have nothing to do but fuck, eat, sleep, and have babies. With nothing to think about and nothing to choose, I would be like a kept pet, kept for sex, sex, sex, and more sex, but assured that my physical needs would be satisfied, she thought.

THE SELECTION-- March 27, 2066 in Memphis

Emily, Nora, Virginia, Donna, Madison Kimmy and Crimson arrived in Memphis the Thursday before the FUSO selection Saturday and the auction to take place Sunday. On the way up, Emily remembered that if she became a sex slave, she'd probably hardly ever see Bessie again and wondered if there was any way she could bargain with the boat to allow her to bring her cat aboard. Maybe, if I gave them some of my ill-gotten money, they would let me keep my cat.

Friday, there were more papers to sign as to the money they now had. They each got a new bikini. I have not worn one of these in five years, Emily thought. Betty Jo agreed that the sharp black one looked really good with her light complexion and blond hair.

That afternoon, Emily read the publicly materials Servants Service had designed about the women to take place in the auction. The picture of her in her dress was flattering enough although not as sexy as what the other women had worn. The entries for each of them gave their ages, hair color, figures, bra sizes and heights.

"Professor Emily _____, Age 29, blond, 38-24- 36, natural E Cup, 5 feet 8 inches." So that's the most relevant data about me. I think they are more like DD but is there is a difference? While trying to hide my name, they said I am a professor. Someone must have thought that all that education was worth a little something.

Emily noted that the body size figures for her, Madison, Crimson and Donna were similar. However, Madison is a brunette and Crimson red headed. Madison and Crimson are both age 21 and Donna has a 27-inch waist. Nora is a bit less busty, D -Cups, but taller, 5-10, while Kimmy was Nora's height with B-Cups. Except for the reference to me being a professor, the flyer does not show any interest in any aspect of any of us except purely physical ones, Emily thought.

Virginia sitting next to her as she read the materials seemed to read Emily's mind. "I know the materials focus on physical traits but that's just the standard form. All of your history has been told orally to all the big potential bidders. I know at least one bidder is very interested in your doctorate. Also, Nora and I have told all the big boat owners that you are a warehouse full of sticks of sexual dynamite ready to explode."

"Gee thanks," Emily replied sardonically.

Saturday morning the women all went to the beauty parlor. They found that a number of the beauticians knew all about Nora and Crimson and about what they were about to do. In conversations outside the earshot of Nora and Crimson, Emily heard locals say:

"Those girls just never knew how to behave."

"Nora's such an over-privileged you know what, but she's not happy with what most women would die for."

"To call Crimson a slut is kind of an understatement. I don't know how you get such different peas out of the same pod. Her sisters know how to keep their legs crossed."

Emily had no doubt that similar things were being said about her. In fact, Crimson told Emily, "I heard one lady say to me, 'Bless your heart Crimson for helping those poor girls get through college. You're so pretty but still I don't think it's gonna hurt you. I think the boys really want to visit that Yankee professor lady on one of the boats. They'll give her an education you can't get at no college."

It did not surprise Emily that Servants Service had a large auditorium for such an event and a number of bedrooms to accommodate what had been specified in the rules that they had established for picking the FUSO.

The women entered from the back of the building and walked by the bedrooms, the shower and the dressing rooms. Nora remarked that they seemed to have installed more cameras in the bedrooms than there had been when she'd been given a tour by Robert Gelt a few years before, before he'd toured her in one of the rooms.

Betty Jo explained that most of the bidders were in the audience but fifty or so would be watching them on camera. In response to Emily's question, Betty Jo assured her that she would not be required to talk or do anything much else the first two rounds.

The women had a very light dinner and changed into their bikinis before going out on stage.

This is completely unbelievable, Emily thought as she went on stage and saw the crowd and the cameras. There has got to be 300 people in this auditorium. I guess most of them are just people who chipped in the minimum to look at us on display.

Emily noted two rows of maybe 25 men in their early 20s and a dozen older men, all sitting with Eric Knox and Randall Calhoun. About 15 of the young men were wearing XYY blazers. Virginia was sitting with them to Emily's confusion.

There seemed to be an equally large group huddled around Nils Rogson and a bunch of suits with him. That must be the Rising Sun crowd, Emily thought.

In her brief time on stage for the first round, Emily thought she could see other groupings. Those must be representatives of other big boats.

Professors Jones and Coolidge waived from the back. Jones shouted out, "Way to go, Emily, I always knew you had it in you." Emily did not appreciate the back-handed complement.

Emily was incredibly embarrassed but also totally aroused. Her erect nipples could be seen sharply under her bikini top and Emily could tell she was getting moist between the thighs.

The six marched off state to hear the first-round voting results. Kimmy was out

Although months before she would have thought that the bidders would favor the girl with a pretty face, it did not surprise Emily that Kimmy was the first one voted off the island. No, it would be better to think of her as the first one voted onto the island away from the sharks.

I now know that facial beauty is not what this crowd cares about. They want women with lots of boob, shapely hips and legs like Nora's, and mine for that matter, she admitted to herself. Mankind hasn't advanced far from the time of the ancient paleolithic fertility figures.

Kimmy smiled and said "bye, bye," and there was a little chat as the women doffed their tops and made sure their bottoms were covering everything they should.

"I really thought the fat old lady would be sent packing first," Donna said.

"You're not fat and you're not old," Nora said. "A lot of guys like a little tummy as long as it flattens out when you lie back and they thrust their cocks into you,"

Showing her beautiful breasts to perhaps 350 cheering people, Emily decided that she would close her eyes. I'll just pretend I am Leonora Penderton displaying myself to a mere three people.

Emily was surprised when Madison exited after the second-round vote. I thought she'd be the one to keep me out of the later rounds.

Donna was even more surprised. "What the fuck? Now I'm going out nude to be groped and squeezed for how long?"

"Fifty minutes," Betty Jo said. "You and Nora suggested that for the third round."

"What's wrong with these guys? There's no way I'm as sexy as Madison. If I'm a 7 or at most a 8, she's a 9."

"Many men value experience," Nora offered.

Emily smiled.

Donna said, "Well Nora, you're a 10 and word of your experience has gotten out too. If I were you, I'd be pretty damn certain that you have a long night ahead of you. And Emily, you a 10 too if the scale won't go to 11. I don't see why you're smiling unless you want to spend the next twelve years getting fucked."

Crimson offered, "There is still me to save you, Emily. The boys all know that I have youth and experience."

"Yes, I'd say you are a 10 too and likely headed for the 'O' boat where they put women who are sexy as all hell but without the brains to carry on a conversation," Donna blathered.

"Well, girls," Betty Jo said, "You will happy to hear that when we saw the size of the crowd, we imposed a limit on how many people can feel up each woman. We could probably also get away with limiting the total time to 45 minutes claiming some sort of technical problems if you all agree, although that would be not giving the customers quite all that was offered them."

"No, I think Donna here deserves the full treatment and I always keep my word," Nora said.

Betty Jo said, "You're right, what's another 5 minutes of having a bunch of guys feeling up your body like a ripe fruit and we should always keep our promises."

Emily dreaded this round not because she did not think she would like it but because she feared she'd like it too much. If I have an orgasm on stage, it is very likely to get me more votes to go to the fourth and final fifth round. During college, I had nipple orgasms even when I did not have the added incitement of being on stage and weeks of sexual tension. I almost hope the guys are all too rough. That would not be nice, but it would be less likely to send me over the edge.

Betty Jo whispered, "it will be like in the Petting Zoo. Crimson has done this before. To maximize votes for the next round, keep your knees parted about a foot and a half, keep your arms behind you, thrusting your breasts forward, and act happy about whatever fondling you receive. Like the Petting Zoo, there will be vibrators that can be put up to your pussies, but no penetration is allowed and no serious pain. They are to treat you pussies like pets."

Maximizing votes for her in the next round was precisely what Emily thought she did not want, but she obeyed instructions anyway. The more votes into the total, the more money into the till. Or was that just a rationale?

Soon, there the four of them were, spaced apart on the stage, kneeling stark naked with their arms behind their backs making every inch of their bodies freely available except the part of their knees, lower legs and feet touching the ground.

The first ten minutes she could not help but focus on her embarrassment. Men are playing with me, making remarking about what a sex crazed animal I must be, stimulating every part of my body that now just wants to have 100 orgasms and then ascent to the heavens. They are playing with me like a toy and I can't help feeling like an object. They cup my breasts. They run their fingers from my nose to my clitoris knowing that I can't help but become more tense and excited.

Emily started by thinking it would be less embarrassing if she kept her eyes closed. I don't want to know who is feeling me up, she thought.

With her eyes closed, though, Emily started to fantasize. She only got more excited as she dreamt that she was some sort of slave being inspected by Rhett Butler in New Orleans or on sale by pirates, as were some of the women in the bodice rippers she'd read as a guilty pleasure when she wasn't reading serious literature.

She opened her eyes and looked into the eyes of men slowing and softly running the tips of their fingers over her nipples. Oh my, that always gets me hot.

Emily realized that the humiliation was deliberate. They want to feel superior me, a brainless creature reacting to stimulus, making me out to be an animal. And, oh fuck, I am an animal and on the verge of cuming while my last shred of self-respect is sent out to pasture. Oh, I think I'm about to ...

The thinking of the other three women did not go much beyond Emily's. Donna groused to the old acquaintance who first started squeezing her breasts, "yes, you own my boobs for now, but, oh my lord, Greg, could you tell me why so many people bid for me to continue in this thing?"

Greg laughed, "There is a big contingent here that wants to embarrass the hometown girl who left town for the big city and it's immoral ways."

Donna said, "That's a stereotype about New York. There's all sort of people in New York who live lives as boring as ...," Donna said before Greg took her left nipple into his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around it and she lost focus.

As it turned out, Emily need not have worried that she would be the only one to have an orgasm on stage. All four of the women, worked up and embarrassed, had multiple orgasms with the vibrators working against their pussies. Crimson screamed out openly while Donna and Nora attempted to maintain the volume of their outbursts although maintaining any sort of dignity was impossible.

Emily did, however, distinguish herself in one respect. She had an orgasm before being touched by a vibrator.

Randall Calhoun was with three of the XYY members. "I have it on good authority that Professor Emily has very sensitive nipples," Calhoun said.

"I hope Woods didn't tell you that," Emily whispered out in a tense reply.

"Of course not, Woods is an old fashioned bourgeoise professional and would never kiss and tell. Amanda said you were the second horniest girl in her college dorm as well as the prettiest, and that you lost your head if anyone worked gently on your sensitive big nips."

Emily without thinking, thrust out her chest still more and two guys started to gently run their fingers over her nipples and kiss them. Emily involuntarily started to moan. She told herself she was doomed, closed her eyes, just let her breasts talk to her brain and her clitoris. She soon had a painfully obvious orgasm.

Emily wondered how it was that her body somehow still wanted more stimulation, more release, and to start the savage process over again. This is sick but it won't stop, Emily sighed.

The votes were counted. When it was announced that Crimson, Emily and Nora were proceeding to the third round, no one was surprised. Hot red head, hot blond, hot brunette, different hair colors and personalities but all with curves like a comic book super-heroine.

Donna told Betty Jo that Servants Service had better make damn sure that the contract provision on privacy was followed. If she ever saw a video of her falling off her podium during her second orgasm, she'd sue them for millions.

Betty Jo responded that she was glad that Donna had read all the standard provisions in the contract carefully, that Servants Service always carefully followed its contracts, and that no cameras or cell phones had been allowed into the auditorium.

Donna put on her cloths and left after finding a man in the audience who would drive home, her home or his home.

Crimson, Emily and Nora had a few minutes to clean up and compose themselves before 135 minutes of sex.

"This is pretty much what I expected," Nora said. "Frankly, we are the most attractive and have the figures desired most by buyers. These red-blooded southern boys want a nice face but mainly lots of curves. They all want to fuck Dolly Parton, if you know who that singer was and looked like 100 years ago."

"That explains Crimson being chosen and I agree that you are incredible," Emily offered, "but didn't several people say that the bidders generally picked the younger women. Why not Madison instead of me."

"Virginia just said that bidders favor the younger ones to get you to participate," Nora answered. "Madison has an hour-glass figure like yours, but you are simply gorgeous, your age hardly shows, your orgasms are beautiful, and I think many bidders liked that you are a professor. They enjoyed you getting all excited and letting your glasses fall off your nose. The Everleigh boat likes smart women. The customers on that boat like to talk and think that they are expanding their minds while working to expand a women's belly."

"Oh my," Emily said as more and more uncomfortable truths pressed her brain.

Betty Jo appeared with two middle-aged women one of whom said, "I am now called Debbie. The other woman with me is called Terri since she left the boat."

"Terri and I worked on sex boats for twenty years before being hired by Servants Service to offer certain counseling to women who are going to be engaging in a lot of sex. You might say that we know what we are talking about.

"The three highest voters for each of you overlap somewhat. All the high voters are corporations. Corporations can fuck you over, but they can't fuck. That will be done by men.

"As you did not specify, the organizations have designated three guys per organization to have 15 minutes of sex with you. Each of you, then, is going to have sex with nine different guys in the next 135 minutes, a different guy every 15 minutes. They think their committees of three guys can decide how to vote at the end of the third round, as well as getting their rocks off of course. I know it's not romantic, it's sex business.