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He shuffles forward, his eyes gleaming. “Did you get wet though?”
Did I? I honestly don’t know. Everything was always over so quickly. “I don’t think so.” More tears fall as the depressing state of my romantic life comes into full view. Here with this stranger, I can no longer hide from myself or the deluded truth.
“Shh. Don’t worry. We’ll find out sooner or later. Commencing examination.” He stands up and walks over to the side before wheeling a cart into view. Some of the shiny, metal objects on the tray look familiar, but several don’t. Once the tray is where he likes it, he brings over a large light and shines it down on me, illuminating my pussy.
It’s so disconcerting having something I’ve hidden away to be put on such a vulgar display. In high school, I’d race to the single shower, just so I wouldn’t have to share. When I’m with the frat guys, I insist they keep the lights off. It’s not that I’m exactly ashamed of my body, I’m more ashamed of the things I feel and the sensations those errant thoughts cause.
Even now, with this stranger looking at me, I can feel that niggle of arousal fluttering through my stomach. It’s sickening. I’m ashamed of the needs that no man seems to be able to satisfy. The guys I’ve fooled around with stir up all the wanton feelings, but none of them have been able to really give me what I need.
Instead of pleasure, I get pain. What’s worse is, it’s the pain that seems to ramp things up even more for me. I don’t dare tell the man in front of me. He asked if I enjoyed it. The honest answer is no. I was always left unsatisfied.
Groaning, I let my head rest against the padding and close my eyes. Maybe if I don’t watch him, it won’t be so mortifying. His hot breath against my lower lips has me squirming against the leather in a desperate attempt to get away, but the straps don’t budge.
“She’ll need to be cleaned up before the presentation. Commencing hair removal now.”
Kill me. Just kill me.
I kept things trimmed to make sure nothing really poked out around my underwear, but I never felt the need to remove everything. Cold cream is a sharp contrast to my sensitive skin, and soon, the unmistakable scrape of the razor as it goes through my hair fills the room.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
He pauses for a moment before removing the razor from me and clinking it against a glass. “You really want to ask me questions when I have something so sharp near something so delicate?”
Unfortunately, he has a point. Biting down on my lower lip, I let him resume, willing the lulling scrapes to soothe me enough to put me to sleep. Maybe then I can wake up from this nightmare. Bile rises up my throat as his hands move over me like he owns me. So far, he hasn’t caused me any harm, but who knows how long that will last?
The stranger slides something under me before pouring water over the shaved area. It’s already far more sensitive than I could have anticipated. Once more, arousal curls through me as the warm water washes over my skin. I groan as unmistakable need fills my body. Why am I responding to this? I guess Dad is right. I’m just a little slut.
It doesn’t matter that I haven’t had actual sex. I was a slut ever since I got enough curves to make men notice. Somehow, it was always my fault. Is this my fault too? Yeah, I probably had one too many drinks, but does that make this just? Fitting?
Soon, his fingers skim my mound, searching out any errant hairs. Once that passes inspection, they start to drift lower, spreading me apart to get to my inner lips. Again, I hold my breath, praying he doesn’t cut me.
“Your pulse just spiked. You okay?”
His deep voice startles me, and I flinch at the words. “I’m not okay. You’re doing things to me that are wrong. You have no right to be down there and touch me like this.”
“Ah. But that’s where you’re wrong. I do have every right. Now keep still.” I let him go about his work, terrified of distracting him. As the razor scrapes against my skin, arousal starts to build once more. “I think someone likes this,” he murmurs, clinking the razor in the glass again. “You’re so very wet.”
Heat engulfs my face at his words. I’m not trying to get turned on. It’s just happening! I can’t be at fault for something my body chooses to do! Without a word, he goes to the other side and starts all over again. Thick, rough fingers slide between my lips, pulling and stretching the skin. Again, I groan, unable to restrain the lurid sound from spilling out.
“Such a naughty, filthy little girl,” he replies, smacking his fingertips against me. “Just how I like them. And I’m only preparing you. We haven’t even begun the examination yet. Tell you what. You make it through without creaming yourself, and I’ll tell you why you’re here.”
There’s no way I can orgasm. Not with some stranger touching me. He’s crazy if he thinks that’s going to happen.
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Nick
She’s perfect. Lying there, trussed up, waiting to be impaled on some medical device. I don’t normally envy Eric, but this time, I wish it was me giving the examination. Letting my eyes drift over the crowd, I note all the men sitting in the observation booth, hands gliding over their dicks as they watch the proceedings. Unfortunately, many of them are going to walk away empty-handed.
I know what breeders go for, but never in my experience have we had a virgin put up for auction. She’s going to fetch a hefty price - one most of these jackoffs can’t even touch. If I were a betting man, I’d put my money on Peter. His pockets run deep, and his penchant for virgins even deeper. Too bad she doesn’t have a hymen. If she did, she could probably go for triple.
Turning back to the glass, I cross my arms in front and stare down at the girl. Eric is right. Penelope does sound so much better, but if I’m being honest, there’s something so endearing about calling her Penny. Not that it makes any difference. I get paid to be an acquisitions man. I’m the one that makes sure the needs of the men that frequent our establishment are met and exceed their high expectations. What I’m not here for is to fuck the merchandise. Still. I glance back over at Peter. His main kink is deflowering virgins. Once she’s had his cock deep inside her pussy, he won’t care too much about what happens after that.
My cock pulses as I watch him, staring at Penny with lust in his eyes. He catches my glance and smirks, angling his hips to show his thick erection through his pants. My mouth waters as he rubs himself, staring at me with the same lustful intent.
If he wins, there’s a chance I can strike a deal with him. Perhaps we can share her a bit. We’ve certainly done it before. As long as he consents, I can do what I want with her. Though I’m a top, Peter is the only man I’ll allow to co-top with me. I will switch for him in a heartbeat. There’s just something about him that I can’t get out of my brain or balls.
I turn back to the girl, forcing my thoughts away from Peter and onto her ripe, luscious body. Normally, the new girls aren’t really my thing, but there’s something about Penny that just makes me want to defile her. Though most of the submissives that service our patrons are here willingly, some, like Penny, are not.
