ASHELY'S POV
I sat quietly in the jeep with the other girls, no one dared to say a word as the boss sat in the car with us. After some moments of driving in silence, he turned to us. He was wicked but nothing close to Cass, Cass was a stone-hearted demon.
"Hey, brunette", he called out.
I looked at everyone and found out I was the only brunette.
"Yes?" I answered as politely as I could.
"Age?" he asked in haste this made me understand that he wasn't a person who liked to repeat himself.
He looked like a man in his middle age but he still had a young and vibrant look.
"Seventeen…..no eighteen" I answered in a confused manner.
"Date of Birth?"
"15th of July"
He wrote it down and suddenly looked surprised "that's tomorrow", he echoed.
"Yes," I said with my head low.
"You are going to make lots of money for me tomorrow," he said with a devious smile which made me feel weird.
I tried my best to wear the skimpy clothes given, it was black strippers net pants which had a thin cover thin enough to get lost in-between my butt cheeks, and a exposed black bra, if you would even call it a bra.
I've always had fair skin which matched well with my slender figure. Though I was slender, I had a medium-sized bust, medium-sized butt, and well-curvy hips all complimented by my tiny waist. When it came to my facial appearance, I had a defined triangular-shaped face, black eyes, and pink lips which were a bit plump just the most girl lips are. People say I'm very beautiful even in the village but I never cared less but now, my beauty saved my life.
After putting on the cloth, I looked at myself in the mirror
"Damn it, I look so sexy," I said to myself.
"Come together, come together" the boss signaled to us to get together for a quick meeting before the auction started and we were to be presented.
"When you girls go out there, make sure you're sold and if you try to act smart and don't get sold, you'll be slaughtered "he threatened us.
"Now make me some money"
It was more like a theater show as the large red curtains covering us were still covered. We were supposed to kneel with our heads facing low and only up straight when we were asked to. We were to let the men assess us by any means except actually doing it with us. We were like entertainers to them, we should let them slap our butts squeeze our breasts, and even play with our privates by checking if we were still virgins with his finger, checking how tight we were, how sensitive we were, how high we moaned and so on until we were bought.
I was about to stay in my position when the boss called me back.
"You'll go in later for now watch the performance," he said
What were his plans? Why would he want me to just watch from backstage when he said I would make him money?
I was so confused and just then the curtain was raised showing the girls in their most exposed, sexy, and innocent form. Exposed, because of the skimpy clothes they were wearing, sexy as a result of how tempting they looked, and innocent as a result of the expression they gave.
We were all given a number which was written on cardboard that was hung around our neck, I was supposed to be the last number, number 10 but I wondered what other plan he had.
I took a glance at the audience, and 80% of them were middle-aged and old men this made me want to throw up. Were we going to spend our whole life with old men, old enough to be our fathers and grandfathers, I was Eighteen today, for goodness sake, not like anyone cares but this was the age I waited patiently and happily for, and now I guess this age was going to mark the day of my demise.
"Number 1, original price, 5000" a voice resounded from the speakers.
My eyes scanned the whole floor from backstage for the person who said that when my eyes hit a pulpit also on the stage but more to the right. The man had a little hammer with him and a button on the pulpit.
All the audience had a button on their table with numbers boldly written on the table.
Suddenly a loud jingle was heard throughout the whole room
"Table 21, 5100," the man at the pulpit said in a voice with little amusement.
I looked at the girl, she looked so scared to death and I could sense her trembling, who wouldn't, she was the center of attraction. One middle-aged man came down from the audience side of the hall and without her permission started squeezing her boobs. I looked at the table he came from and I saw he was at table 21, the one who priced her. She looked like she was going to pass out at this moment because I saw drops of water on the floor below her, it was tears. My eyes already started tearing up as I could feel her pain, she had no right to tell him to stop.
Suddenly "Jingle!" that sound was heard again.
"Table 53, 5500" the man announced again.
The man who came over to her retreated as he had lost the right, he was no more her potential buyer.
"Any higher prices?" he asked
There was silence in the room.
"Then "BAM!" table 53 is her new owner" the pulpit man announced while striking the hammer on the pulpit.
The girl now stood up and walked towards me, backstage, I could see her face stained with tears, she shared a glance at me which told me she was passing a sad message and I translated it as "This was worse than I ever imagined".
I felt bad for her… I felt bad for myself, I was going to experience such humiliation also.
I looked over to table 53 and my heart felt an ache when I saw he was old enough to be my father, if not grandfather
The whole auction thing continued as a higher percentage of the girls were bought by middle-aged men, some old men, and just one, a young man maybe in his middle thirties. Now all the girls were bought, except me and now the stage was empty. I thought I was not going to be sold, part of me was happy, part sad, and part scared. The only question going on was, was I going to be slaughtered?
I was brought out of my thought by the announcement of the man on the pulpit
"Now for the mystery, special girl"
"Mystery special girl?" I unintentionally said out loud, loud enough for the boss to hear.
"That's you, did you think I won't sell you out, you're beautiful enough to make me a lot of cash"
Suddenly, the boss picks up a microphone and put it close to his mouth,
"What was he going to say?" I thought
He placed a black veil over my face thick enough that no one could see through it except me. He placed his hands on my shoulder and led me out in front of the stage, then he went backstage again. I was kneeling pitifully in front of everyone, I wanted to escape then remembered that the boss put an iron collar around all our necks, he said that if we misbehaved, he was going to give us the shock of our lives.
"She's brunette, dark brown eyes and unsurprisingly very a beautiful smile, as you can see from her body shape that you would enjoy her real good" the boss spoke from backstage.
His words sounded very disgusting to me, it made me remember that if I was bought, I was going to be in bed with my new master.
"To add it up, she is fresh and ripe, today is her eighteen years birthday, so give her a birthday gift by buying her at a very high price, she'll appreciate it" he continued.
"Her original price, 5500," the coordinator at the pulpit said.
Then "JINGLE!" the sound came again.
"Table 42, 6000"
"So this is it I'm now going to be someone's property," I thought
I was so helpless and all I could do was pray my new master was going to be good to me. I stole a glance at the audience and saw up close that most of them were old I turned my head down when I felt a slight shock on my neck which made me jolt. I knew the master was telling me to lower my head. Table 43 was like I expected old.
"JINGLE!"
"Table 75, 700"
"JINGLE!"
"Another beautiful price, Table 15, 10 000"
I was surprised by the figure it was one with four zeros, which was too expensive for a slave but I still kept my head low.
"JINGLE!"
"Table 54, 10 500"
"JINGLE!"
"Beautiful, keep it going, Table 71, 15 000"
"JINGLE!"
"Wow! We're now on 20, table 14, 25 000"
"JINGLE!"
"What a successful auction! Table 71, 30 000"
The final figure shocked everyone in the whole room as it came with silence.
"JINGLE!"
There was silence as the coordinator was dumbfounded.
"This is unbelievable, Table 14...Table 14"
From the corner of my eyes, I saw everyone's faces turn in one direction and I concluded it to be table 14.
"Table 14..... 100 000" the coordinator said in an unbelieving tone.
The whole crowd gasped at the figure including me, I couldn't stop myself from looking a table 14, even the boss did not electrocute me and I guess he was too busy trying to believe what he just heard.
I saw a dark handsome figure at table 14, he was definitely a young man but I couldn't see his face.
"Any higher prices...… Any higher prices", the crowd was silent.
"If not then BAM! Number 14 is the new owner of the mystery special girl. SOLD!" he said as he hit the hammer on the pulpit twice.
That's it, my life has gone for another turn, I was now property to table 14.
The boss which was my old master came up to me and led me backstage with my face still hidden in the veil.
"I'm proud of you!!!" he said as he hugged me tight raising my feet over the floor.
"You're so lucky to be sold to a billionaire, and guess what he is the number 1 bachelor billionaire and the most eligible bachelor in this country" he continued.
Then I asked myself "Am I that lucky?"