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Part 5
“I still don’t understand why you won’t be there,” Amy said in confronting Janet. “This is the fundraiser of all fundraisers and all the officers should attend.”
“I know, I know, but you know I did my part to get it all together. It’ll be a big turnout and we got plenty of hot gyrls and studs to auction off, and besides you handle the stage better than I could.”
Earlier that week, Janet had dropped the hint to her co-chair, Amy, that something had come up at home, something unexpected and “I can’t tell you all the details”, and that she might have to miss Friday night. She had made the home situation sound vague, yet serious, and now it was Friday, and she had sought out Amy to give her the “sad” news.
In fact, there was no problem at home, but how could she tell her co-chair that she couldn’t make their auction, because she had her own to attend in Hollywood, one that she could not possibly miss. This would be the night she would “buy” her own slavegirl, Evelyn Wang.
The Vault was one of many bondage clubs in Hollywood, and the one that James had first taken Janet. Every Friday night they held an auction, just one of many ways a member could live out their fantasy. Actually, two auctions. One was quite real, and the slave on-stage had no idea who would buy her, or occasionally him. The club got half the final bid, and the slave, or the one offering the slave for the night got the other half. That auction started at midnight. Sometimes slaves offered themselves, but more often, a master or mistress would auction their slave as part of the bdsm experience. The slave could not be taken from the premises, but there were plenty of rooms and equipment in the dungeon to make the night quite a real experience. The only rule was that no permanent marks or damage could be inflicted on the slave.
But the 10:00 auction was quite different. At this earlier auction, before the big crowds and big bucks arrived, a master or mistress or simply friend made prior arrangements and was guaranteed they would be the winning bid. For $200, they then had the use of the dungeon until midnight and what happened after that the club could care less. Both the slave and master signed waivers exonerating The Vault of any wrongdoing. Basically, it was an opportunity for a couple new to the bdsm scene to get the feel of an auction, but the outcome was always predetermined.
James had asked Janet to experience this early auction on their second trip to the club. But she turned him down, already sensing that her interests were more in the mistress domain, not as a submissive slave. In fact, she joked that if he wanted to go on-stage, she would buy him!
The moment she heard about this second, predetermined auction, her thoughts turned to Evelyn. Janet thought of herself as bi, with a leaning towards girls. She and various girls in her dorm had had intimate and playful times over the first few years at UCLA. Sometimes it got a little kinky, when one or the other would tie the others’ hands with rope and make the play a little more intense. More and more it was Janet doing the tying and playing the domme role. And more and more Janet began to imagine Ev under her control, unable to resist, forced to yield as a slut and slave to her Mistress.
James and Nathan had connected earlier that year, and the previous Saturday Nathan went with James to The Vault. Nathan was hooked almost immediately. He told James about Sophie, his “foreign fucktoy” as he called her, and her unwillingness to offer all three of her holes to him. James, and Janet for that matter, had met Sophie a few times, and thought of her as one hot dish, cute but sexy, with a delicious and innocent-sounding English accent. It was obvious that Sophie was quite submissive to Nathan, so it surprised James that she was unwilling to service Nathan unconditionally, that she had placed her mouth off limits. James told Nathan about Janet’s plan to enslave her high school rival, and how Sophie could be convinced to participate. He explained that the ASA Auction was quite real, with flyers all around campus, so all Nathan had to do was get Sophie to willingly participate, and then they would switch auctions. Nathan called Janet on her cell to explain the plan, and she was delighted with the idea, and suggested how they might trap Sophie.
Part 6
"Waddya think Nathe?" Sophie came out of her bedroom to where Nathan was sitting comfortably drinking a bottle of Bud in the living room of Sophie's small apartment. Soph wanted to look good for the auction but not too good. She wasn't prepared to slut herself out for anyone, no way!
"Shorter skirt Soph, put on your denim one, I love that."
"Not a chance Nathan, it’s way too short. I'll be so embarrassed."
"Come on girl, I want to be proud of my princess's hot body. Wear it for me."
Sophie sighed. She knew who was winning out here.
"Okay, okay, but what about my top?"
"Top's good Soph," Nathan eyed the tight cut off yellow T, and then said, "but lose the bra."
"Nathe, come on my breasts aren't exactly the smallest y'know."
"That I do know girl," he smiled, his eyes twinkling. Sophie smiled an embarrassed smile.
"K, gimme a minute."
When Sophie returned Nathan almost dropped his beer. She looked like a magazine model fresh from the pages of FHM.
"Like it?" she asked giving a twirl. Nathan just nodded as he followed her endless tanned legs until they disappeared into Sophie's faded denim micro skirt. His eyes then moved up over her flat belly and onto the bullet hard nipples poking through the tight yellow top.
"Will I do then?" she asked again.
"Fuck yeah," drooled Nathan as he thought how good her belly would look pierced. Still, that was surely only a matter of time away for his poor, student girlfriend.
Nathan could not take his eyes off her.
"Come here," he ordered. Sophie moved her body sensuously over to him and wound her arms around his neck. They kissed and she felt his hard on brush her thighs.
"You pleased with lil ol Soph then honey?"
By way of answer he kissed her again and his right hand cupped her left breast and squeezed.
"Mmmmmmm," the scantily dressed English girl groaned.
"Kneel down for me, Soph."
It was a strange request, but she obeyed and knelt for him, acutely aware that her face was exactly at the level of his groin. He moved behind her and began to stroke her head an play with her hair and 3 inch hoop earrings. Sophie closed her eyes. His touch felt so good.
He moved around again to her front and applied pressure to his girl's head forcing her face into his groin.
"Please, Sophie," he begged. If only she had known that this was her last chance to avoid being sold as a sex slave young Sophie might have given in, but she didn't and so her response was the same as it always is.
"No, Nathan, I'm not ready," and she stood and sulked off into a corner of the room.
Ordinarily Nathan might have sulked as well or stormed off, but tonight he knew what lay in store for his girlfriend and so he simply moved to her and offered her a comforting word.
"Okay, sweetheart, no pressure. I knew what you would say and so I shouldn't have tried it. It's just that you looked so sexy and well, I couldn't resist."
Sophie smiled and kissed him again.
"We gotta go soon, Soph."
"Yeah hon, I know. Should I go in this gear or take it with me dya think?"
"Put a coat on over it ‘n stay as you are. It'll be so hot knowing how you're dressed underneath."
Sophie smiled a little awkwardly, still feeling embarrassed by what she was about to do and how she was dressed.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you Nathe," she shouted from her bedroom, "Janet's picking us up in a cab. She says the venue's changed cos there's so many people wanting to come."
Nathan just smiled a knowing smile to himself.
Just then Sophie's cell phone rang.
"Hi sis, you ready?"
"Yeah, yeah Janet jus leaving now."
"Good cos I'm outside with a limo waiting for you."
"K, see you in a minute."
Nathan watched Sophie close and lock the door to her apartment and then felt himself getting hard at the thought of what the night would do to his poor little fuck-toy of a girl friend.
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