"She is a virgin, isn't she?"
Phoebe shivered in the skimpy, see-through baby doll nightie she had been forced to wear.
"Oh, I can guarantee that!" the tall girl, with the long dark hair and green eyes, replied.
"Tina, how can you do this do me!" cried Phoebe in despair. "We have been best friends since we were small!"
The three of them were standing in a cellar room somewhere in the city. The man, who called himself Frank, carefully studied Phoebe's lovely, exposed body as Phoebe's best friend looked on.
"Yes, we were good friends while you were a skinny, flat, little girl, but now that you have blossomed, at 18, I don't want any competition at the high school cafeteria table. I've seen you flirting and batting your eyes at the boys, don't deny it!" Tina said.
"I can't help it if they look at me!" Phoebe complained.
"Well, they won't be looking at you anymore," said Tina. "Frank here will take care of that, won't you?"
The older man with a thick mustache leered at Phoebe and replied. "That's for sure! You brought her in just in time, we have a game tonight and we needed a prize."
Tina had fooled Phoebe, telling her they were going to a party and instead drove her into the city to a dilapidated building. Once there, Frank had forced Phoebe to strip as Tina chose an outfit from a trunk filled with scanty items. She picked a lacy ensemble that was best suited to display her friend's luscious body. Phoebe was wearing white high-heels with white thigh-high stockings and a white thong. The front triangle of the thong was shaped like a butterfly and was partly see-through making Phoebe's pussy look like it was part of the body of the insect. Phoebe's shoulders were bare, with a loose, see-through white top, only prevented from falling off her body by her shapely breasts. The outfit hid very little of her tight, petite body, which is perhaps why Tina had chosen it.
"What about my money?" Tina asked.
"The merchandise should bring a good profit," Frank replied. ''Here's $500 for your efforts."
"Come on," Tina replied. "She got a hot body and that so, so innocent look that says 'virgin pussy.' Surely she's worth twice that much! Check out her tits, they're perfect!"
"Yeah, but after the game I have all the expense of smuggling her out of the country!" Frank replied as he whipped a pencil from behind his ear, pushed the filmy top out of the way and slid it under Phoebe's left tit. Tina was right. Phoebe's breasts were perfect showing the teardrop curve of a large tit, but still firm enough not to trap the pencil and keep it from falling to the floor with a clatter. Picking up the writing utensil Frank said, "Alright, here's $750. But for that price I want you to get her shaved and posed for the presentation."
Tina nodded, took the cash, then grabbed Phoebe by the elbow and steered her into a small bathroom. Pulling down Phoebe's thong and forcing her to spread her legs, Tina spread gel on her golden bush and with a razor, started removing it.
"What are you doing to me? What's going to happen?!?" cried Phoebe, tears starting to form in her pretty eyes. She was scared. Frank had a gun tucked into his belt.
"Guys love shaved pussy, so you're getting shorn. Then, in an hour or so you will be losing your virginity," Tina replied. "Afterwards you will be auctioned off the highest bidder and shipped overseas to a brothel. Blond girls, with vivid blue eyes, and nice bodies are in great demand in places like the middle-east and Asia."
After Phoebe's pubic hair was removed, and Tina cleaned her pussy with a towel, her thong was pulled back up and she was led down the hall to another room.
The small room they entered seemed to be some kind of stage. A closed curtain separated them from some low male voices on the other side of the veil. In the center of the stage was a Victorian chaise lounge like out of an old movie. Tina directed Phoebe to lay across it, then positioned the blonde's arms and legs in a way to best display her alluring body.
"Be a good and obedient girl and it will go easier for you," said Tina, as she left the room.
For a minute Phoebe lay there wondering what was going to happened now. Then a voice on the other side of the curtain announced, "Gentlemen, the prize!"
The curtains suddenly opened and Phoebe was staring into a luxuriously appointed parlor. In the center was a round table. Four men sat around the table, with their heads turned to look at her. Next to the stage stood Frank. "This young lady is a guaranteed virgin and the winner will have the privilege of opening her delicate flower tonight," he said.
The table was obviously set up for poker. Phoebe nervously looked at the men seated around it, wondering which one of them would be fucking her before the end of the evening.
To her right on the side of the table facing her was a fat man with smarmy features smoking a cigar. "Yes, this little one will make me a lot of money when I get her to Buenos Aries, " he said, in a thick Spanish accent.
To her left, on her side of the table sat a thin Asian man in a traditional robe. "She would also be a money maker in Shanghai," he said, looking her up and down.
On the far side of the table, on her right was a bald man with a goatee wearing an Arabian type robe. "The rich oil sheiks will pay top dollar for an hour with a girl with blond hair and blue eyes," he smirked. "I look forward to sampling the merchandise after I win!"
The man the far side of the table, on her left-side, said, with a smile, "Well, you haven't won yet." His accent sounded British and he immediately reminded her of one of those actors that played James Bond in the movies. Dressed in a sharp three-piece suit, he seemed to be extremely tall, strong and self-possessed with piercing blue eyes that examined her like a cat watched a bowl of cream.
The game started and Phoebe scrutinized the play nervously. She didn't know much about poker, but figured out that whoever was winning the most chips was probably ahead. She looked at each of the men. The thought of losing her virginity to the fat man with the cigar made her feel sick to her stomach, but neither the thin man or the bald man were much better. She had to admit though that the tall Briton was had a certain confidence about him that she found attractive. But would he win? And if he did, when he was through with her, what would be her fate?
As the game drew to a close the fat man seemed to be ahead. The thin man and the bald man were clearly behind and running out of chips. On what seemed to be the last hand they both folded.
"I see your bet and raise it," said the tall man, pushing all his chips into the center of the table.
The fat man smiled. "I think you aren't as lucky as you think you are," he said. "I meet your bet," pushing all his chips into the pile, "and call!"
The fat man laid down his cards consisting of four queens and a nine. "Four of a kind!" he laughed, reaching out to drag the pile toward him.
The tall man grabbed the fat man's wrist, stopping him and laid down his own cards, "A royal flush," he said in a quiet, deep voice. The fat man, rose from the table, kicked over the chair, and left the room.
The Briton gathered his winnings as Tina appeared back on the stage. She pulled Phoebe to her feet, then bound her hands behind her, and placed a collar around her neck. To the collar she attached a leash. Pulling Phoebe off the stage, she led her to the tall man. Handing him Phoebe's leash and a key, she said, "The third door on the hall is the one you have chosen. Enjoy your prize!"
Phoebe was too scared and shocked to speak. The tall man led her down the hall and used the key to open the room. Inside the room was decorated in a modern style with a round bed, with a bright red coverlet. Hanging over the bed was a matching round mirror and next to the bed, on a raised platform was a heart shaped tub. Phoebe had never seen such a decadent room and, in her innocence, hadn't imagined that such a chamber even existed!
Locking the door behind them, the Briton approached her. He didn't bother to untie her hands, but put his arms around her and kissed her. She felt his long fingers reach down and squeeze her bare ass cheek, while the other hand slipped under the skimpy top to molest her breast.
As the man withdrew his lips from hers, she said. "What should I call you? I mean, if you are going to take my virginity, I should at least know your name!"
"You can call me Mr. Smith," his deep, quiet voice whispered in her ear as he nibbled on her neck. "Your skin is soft as velvet. I'm going take great pleasure in you tonight!"
Mr. Smith picked Phoebe up off her feet, and laid her on the round bed. Taking off his jacket he slid on the bed next to her, removed the collar and started nibbling on her neck.
"Oh!" Phoebe gasped. As he kissed her throat, he let his one hand wander down and under the edge of the butterfly thong until it rested on her smooth pussy. Then gently he started stroking her cunt and she felt herself growing very wet.
Rolling her over, she felt him loosen the bonds on her wrists, but was surprised when he pulled her hands above her head and tied them again to a ring on the headboard. With her hands secured he pushed up the top, and started kissing and sucking on her bubble gum pink nipples, letting his tongue circle them until they grew hard with excitement.
Despite her growing arousal, Phoebe tried to make him stop. "Sir, you seem like a nice man! How can you rape an innocent virgin?"
He stopped and looked her in the eyes. "Well, I did pay $1,000 to join the game. And I did win it. It really isn't fair for you to ask me not to enjoy my prize, is it?"
"Well," she replied, rolling his words around in her mind. "I hadn't really thought of it that way.... I guess it does seem wrong to ask you not to fuck me..."
