Worth Every Penny

This whole situation is pretty unbelievable, but there are three things in particular that I’ve been mulling over as I wait nervously on a hotel bed.

How did Gabby talk me into this? “It’s a rite of passage, ” she told me. “Everyone who’s been through Greek life here in the last 15 years has a story about the blind date auction.” “Don’t you think a rebound would be good for you?” “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

What the fuck am I wearing? “Absolutely not,” Gabby said when she saw the knee length black dress I’d picked. “The whole point is to be a little bit slutty.” She started throwing things at me from her closet. Her style is more risque than mine to begin with, but add the fact that I’m 4 inches taller than her and suddenly her wardrobe went from risque to downright obscene. The gold dress I ended up in is strapless and clingy and at least covers my ass, if just barely–there were several options that didn’t even manage that much. Heels. Black lace g-string that Gabby discovered in the very back of my drawer. No bra.

How is this whole night even a thing? I dressed up and mingled at cocktail hour with a number pinned to my dress. Now I’m waiting in a hotel room while a couple hundred frat boys and sorority girls in the ballroom below auction off a night with me or one of the 23 other “attractions.” The proceeds go to charity. At least I’m a whore for a good cause? Last year they raised almost $20k. At least it’s equal opportunity whoring? There’s 12 girls and 12 guys. I filled out a list of my limits. I have safewords and a panic button. Not that it’s ever been necessary–in 15 years nobody has ever used it. This might actually be safer than a random frat party hookup.

My phone rings and I answer it.

“You’re up next,” a voice says. “Please sit at the end of the bed and put on your blindfold.” There’s a camera. I’ll be on a live feed as the horny masses bid on my body. I move to the end of the bed and position myself in front of the camera, checking myself in the monitor before pulling the mask over my eyes.

“Alright folks, only 5 left,” I hear as the audio feed clicks on. “Only a few opportunities left to spend your parents’ hard-earned cash. Make them proud of how generous you’re being. We’re supporting the community here.”

“That’s right, Thomas,” a female voice chimes in. “Now, if you’ve been holding out for the good stuff, I think you’re really going to like what we have next. Let’s hear it from our ADPi girls out there in the crowd.” A chorus of cheers erupts and I take a deep breath. “Attraction number 20, from Alpha Delta Pi, I’d like to introduce Miss Elizabeth Barron. Miss Barron is a marketing major, and a field hockey phenom. She also speaks fluent Spanish so you know she’s good with her tongue.” I feel myself blush.

“And if I may be so bold,” the man named Thomas continues. “She’s wearing the hell out of that dress.” I hear a whoop from the audience that sounds particularly like Gabby. “What do you say folks? I think starting the bidding at $250 is a screaming deal.”

Jesus. Some guy is going to pay minimum $250 dollars to fuck me?

“I have $250. $350. I hear $500. $600. Who can beat $600? $750. We’re at $750 folks.”

What is happening right now?

“$850. $950. A thousand dollars. We have another member of the four figures club. $1100 from my Kappa Sig brother over there. If I didn’t know better, Rob, I’d say you were just trying to drive up the prices tonight. $1300. Ok someone is not messing around.”

I’m flushed. This is insane. Also why is it making me horny? I uncross my legs and lean forward slightly toward the camera. I know my boobs are on display and I’m guessing they can see up my dress now (if they couldn’t before).

“Yes ma’am, Miss Barron. That’s what we’re talking about.” Thomas apparently noticed my adjustment. “Come on y’all, just look at her already. $1400. $1500. Can anyone do better? If I was allowed to bid, I’d throw 2 grand at that.”

“But we both know that’s against the rules, isn’t it Thomas?” the woman’s voice chimes in teasingly. “Besides, as your girlfriend, I’d have to kill you and I don’t want to do that tonight.”

“$1600,” Thomas continues. $1650. Do I hear any higher? Anybody? $1675. Come on folks, another $25 and we tie our high dollar bid for the night. It’s for charity after all. There it is, $1700. Going once? Twice? $1700 it is!”

My head is spinning. What am I supposed to do for $1700? I’ve been with 4 guys in my whole life. I’m not a $1700 lay. My limits sheet said no anal, no choking, no deepthroat, and you have to wear a condom. $1700–are you serious? My phone rings again and I fumble for it on the bed.

“Congratulations,” the voice says. “You can take off your blindfold for now. Someone will be up briefly to take away the camera setup and confirm the final steps.” I pull off the mask and look around the room. The monitor is still live. You can definitely see up my dress.

I’m pouring myself a glass of wine when I hear a knock on the door. A moment later, a girl I recognize from my Tuesday morning seminar class lets herself in and begins breaking down equipment.

“All good?” she asks as she sets the final few things in a case and snaps it shut.

“This is crazy.”

“It is. But it’s fun. Hey, $1700–nice work! I went for 13 last year. Still dating the guy actually. That’ll be a funny story at our engagement party.” She sets the two cases of gear on a cart and turns to me. “Alright. You can hang for a bit. Enjoy the wine but don’t go crazy–you’ll want to be present, I promise. You’ll get one more call when it’s time to put your blindfold back on. Remember your safewords?”

“Yellow and red.”

“Great. And you’ve got your button if you need it?” I nod. She holds up her hand and gives me a high five. “Hey, have fun with it. You look fucking great.”

Ten minutes later, I get the call. I down the last of my wine, set the glass on the desk, and, pulling the mask over my eyes again, sit back down on the end of the bed.

A soft knock and I hear the door click open. I take a deep breath and try to push the last urges to run out of my mind. The door shuts and I hear footsteps; oddly clicky footsteps.

“Hi,” a feminine voice says just before delivering the softest kiss I’ve ever experienced.

The thought that a woman could bid on me had never crossed my mind. Great, now I feel even less prepared to deliver a $1700 night. Thinking back, I guess that was on the limit sheet. I just hadn’t really considered the possibility so I hadn’t marked “No”.

“Hi,” I say in response when her lips finally pull away from mine. “Liz,” I say holding out my hand. I feel like I should introduce myself. She takes my hand and kisses the back of it.

“Katy,” she replies.

“I’ve never done this before, Katy.”

“Really? My lucky night then.” I hear movement and I feel her hands on my thighs. She’s kissing her way up my left leg now. “We’ll start slow.”

When I was trying to imagine what the night would hold, I figured at this point I’d be on my knees with a stranger’s cock in my hands and/or mouth. I had not pictured teasing kisses on the insides of my knees and soft hands pushing the hem of my dress slowly higher. The lips bounce playfully up my thigh, 5 inches from the thin triangle of black lace I know is fully displayed to the world now. 3 inches, 2, 1.5, then they pull away and I let out an involuntary sigh.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you,” Katy giggles as I feel her knees push into the bed and a weight settle onto my lap. I move my hands to her body for the first time. A dress as short as my own already pulling up and over a toned round ass as she straddles me. My hands wander over her ass to her hips as she tilts my head back to kiss my neck. I groan softly and she kisses me harder as her hands slowly unzip the dress down my back.

She leans into me and I fall backwards onto the bed. The dress falls away as she does and her mouth goes immediately to my left nipple, her tongue tracing gentle circles around it before she nips at it gently. She flicks her tongue a few more times before kissing across to my right breast and repeating the process.

She begins kissing back down my stomach, her body slithering against mine as she slides back off the edge of the bed to kneel on the floor. She peels the dress down over my hips and hooks my underwear in the same motion, leaving me completely nude. As the cool air hits my freshly exposed lips, I realize how wet I actually am. It’s made even more apparent when she blows gently across me before her tongue, almost imperceptibly gentle, traces a slow journey from the farthest reaches of gathered wetness between my legs to a point just shy of the mounting electricity in my clit. I groan and she does it again. I groan again louder and she laughs.

“Am I teasing you too much?” she says gleefully before dredging her tongue through me. I’m mid-moan again when I feel her tongue press into my open mouth and taste myself off of her. I grab at her but she bats my hands away playfully. “Plenty of time for that tonight. It’s your first time with a woman. I have the rare opportunity to utterly ruin you. Enjoy it.”

I feel a finger curl inside me, my pussy offering no resistance or protestation, as she kisses me again. Her thumb finds my clit and loiters, doing nothing but reminding me of its presence as she deftly dangles me off the edge of a cliff. Another kiss and I can feel the smile on her lips as she pulls away.

“Would you like to cum, Miss Barron?” Fuck me, that’s not a phrase I knew I’d have such a primal reaction to.

“Oh god yes,” I plead.

“Will you be loud for me?”

“I don’t think I’ll have a choice.”

“Will you tell me exactly how much you love it?”

“Anything you want.” She pats my cheek softly.

“Correct.” She disappears momentarily from where she’s been on the bed next to me before I feel her tongue establish contact with my clit. Her thumb has moved, but the finger inside me sets to work, marching in time with the gentle flitting motion of her tongue.

“Not yet,” she mumbles when my back begins arching off the bed. It’s muffled because she somehow never breaks rhythm while she says it. “A little longer.” Every muscle in my body is rigid as I ride the swells of pleasure. Her pressure increases slightly, both finger and tongue. If I allow myself any sort of release in this moment, I know I’ll lose all control so I manage to suppress another moan into a cracked squeak that escapes between my gritted teeth. “Almost,” I hear her say.

“I can’t…” I manage to blurt out. Katy’s tongue finds its next gear and a guttural squeal emanates from me as every tensed muscle in my body relaxes, then tenses again even tighter than before. I writhe, trying to escape and consume her simultaneously. I don’t know how long it lasts, but when I regain sentience, she’s on the bed next to me, kissing my shoulder softly.

“Ok?” she asks quietly when I turn toward her. I nod and smile. “More?”

“Please,” I reply, smiling blissfully.

“Good. We’re just getting started.”

She throws a leg over me and sits on my chest with a cat-like quickness. She doesn’t actually say the words “my turn,” but it’s heavily implied by the way she grabs my hair and tips my head back as she lowers herself onto my mouth. I have no idea what I’m doing but that seems to be ok. She’s really just using my tongue to masturbate right now. Also, she’s delicious.

She rides my face to a first orgasm, then rolls both of us over. With her hand still in my hair, she begins coaching me towards her second. “More pressure.” “Soften your tongue.” “Slow and deep.” “Now just the clit.” “Yes faster, don’t stop!” I’m thankful she’s already cum once–my job is all the easier as a result. The calm authority of her fingers woven through my hair has me wet again.

The next 90 minutes is a relentless back and forth. I crawl up her body after she cums a second time and kiss her. She pulls me up farther until I’m sitting on her tongue. She slides out from under me and rubs my back before pushing her tongue back into me from behind. She drags me to the edge of the bed and presses herself against my tipped-back face. She leans over and rubs my clit at the same time. She brings us both a glass of wine and we cuddle. She takes my unfinished glass away before slipping two fingers into me and pressing her thumb into my clit. She finishes her glass while I devote my undivided attention to her nipples. “Make yourself cum for me.” “Taste yourself off my fingers.” I beg and moan and ride the waves of ecstasy that continue to swell larger.

“Do you know what a rolling orgasm is?” she asks as she pulls me into her lap. I don’t. She shows me. 1: her fingers soft on my clit. 2: she slips inside me as the first crests and the second begins, different but compounding. 3: she rolls my nipple lightly between her thumb and index finger as the fingers inside me continue their joyous dance. 4: “Rub your clit.” The fingers inside never relent. 5. I’m ragged and heaving. She pushes my hand aside and replaces it with her own. I’m so completely overwhelmed and overstimulated and yet I never want the feeling to stop. She bites my neck and wraps her legs around me. I roll away from her and she rolls with me. Everything is warm wet haze.

Her fingers are still inside me and she’s holding the gentlest of pressure with her palm against my clitoris. She’s kissing my neck and back where we rolled to the side, bodies still entwined.

“You need some sleep,” she says finally. I sigh and nod in agreement. “Enjoy yourself?”

“Are you kidding? Was I worth the price?” She pushes my hair out of the way and kisses the soft spot at the base of my skull.

“I’d have paid double.” I roll over and she grabs my face for a final soft kiss before she crawls off the bed. I hear her dressing herself.

“Stay if you want.”

“Can’t. Against the rules. Find me though.” I realize I’m still wearing the mask. I want to rip it off but that’s not how this works.

“Who are you? How do I find you?”

“There’s a good clue in the name.” She kisses me once more before I hear her heels click across the room and exit.

A clue in the name? Katy. I say it out loud a few times. “Katy. Katy. Ka-ty. KD.” Fuck. Kappa Delta. At least that narrows it down.