Highest Bidder(11)
“Okay,” I said awkwardly and started to take my clothes off. I stopped at my bra and panties.
“All. All,” she said impatiently.
When I was naked, she led me through a door into a tiled room with a huge Japanese style wooden tub. She sat me on a wooden bench and proceeded to strip every last hair on my body by rubbing a sticky brown mixture over every inch of my skin. She even worked her mixture around my butt hole, which was embarrassing to say the least.
I nearly died of shock when she started pouring icy water that she’d scooped from the wooden tub over my head.
“Cold water good for you,” she said.
I froze and shivered as I thought of how happy my mother would be when I solved all our problems with the money I made from this club.
To my surprise, I got used to the cold very quickly, and by the time she massaged hot fragrant oil into my body, I was feeling very relaxed and expansive. Draped in a white toweling robe I was taken back to the room where a makeup artist was waiting with her bag of tricks. I sat before the mirror framed with light-bulbs and she worked her magic.
Freya
I stared at myself in the mirror in shock.
I looked beautiful.
Almost to the point where I didn’t recognize myself. The makeup artist had styled my thick brown hair in soft waves cascading down to my shoulders, and painted my lips a dark berry red. But more than that, it was what she had done to my eyes that was really amazing. They looked enormous and the dark brown eyeliner she had used made the gold specks in my hazel eyes glow.
I basically wore nothing except the sheer negligee and a black thong I’d been given to wear. I regretted having cut my waist-length hair before I started my waitressing job. It was too short to cover my nipples.
“Are you ready to join the other girls backstage?” the makeup artist asked.
Stage? Jesus! I took a deep breath, and assured myself once again, that all would be well. I could do this. It would be nothing compared to what awaited Mom if I didn’t. I was taken to a large room where there were six other girls and, like me they had all been beautifully made up, were wearing the same type of negligee, and were barefoot.
“Gather round girls,” a voice said briskly from behind me, the accent was full-blown aristocratic and I looked around in surprise and saw a silver haired woman. Her sophistication in a velvet skirt suit and a French chignon surpassed even that of my mother at the height of my father’s wealth. She, more than anything else that had happened to me, surprised me. I had expected the whole transaction to be suspect and sordid, but thus far, everything and everyone seemed to be dripping in luxury.
She proceeded to address us, “I believe you’ve all already signed your NDA’s, so may I take this opportunity to remind you how serious it is. If you ever reveal or try to sell any information to the media about this club, the things you witness here, or the identities of the people you meet here, the club will bring the full force of the law upon you. Do you understand that?”
Every girl standing in that room, including me, knew she meant every word. We all solemnly nodded.
She nodded. “Good. The reserve price you each set for yourself has also been approved and machinated. If you are having second thoughts and want to make any changes then you can do so within the next ten minutes, otherwise it will be the minimum amount that must be reached before a sale can be achieved.”
As she said this, my heart began to pound just a bit harder with worry at the reserve price I had set. I looked around me and wondered what the other girls had set. There were two white girls, one black, one who looked like she might be of Indian descent, but I couldn’t be sure, one Oriental, and one who looked like she might be mixed race. But they had all been made up to look beautiful.
Was my price perhaps too high?
The woman ran her gaze across the lot of us, all seven girls in total. “I hope all of you are fully aware of what you have signed up for. Tonight, is a one-night affair. After tonight, you will never have to meet your patron again. But tonight …” Her voice slowed, full of intent and coldness. “Understand that you are selling your bodies. This night alone, you are not the owners of them.”
The room went completely silent as she continued to look us all in the eye, the pause, the perfect effect for her warning to sink in.
A small voice spoke up, “How far can they go?” It was the mixed-race girl.
“They can go as far as they want,” she responded. “With the exception of violence of any sort, unless of course it is mutually agreed. Condoms will be provided to protect you all, and I want to strongly advise that you make good use of them. After tonight, none of the patrons have any obligation whatsoever towards you and neither will we.”
“What about anal sex? Do we have to submit to that?” another girl asked.
“I’m afraid so. If you are unhappy with the idea, now is the time to leave.”
The girl hung her head.
The woman watched us all intently again, as if to drive her point home that tonight we would be nothing more than the playthings of the rich and the famous. “Any more questions?” she asked.
No one had any.
“Good luck,” she said, and allowed herself a small, tight smile before she took her leave.
I could feel and hear all the other girls exhale and relax. Music had been lightly playing in the background, but I was so focused on the woman I hadn’t even heard it.