One by one, ten spotlights flickered to life, each beam illuminating a figure standing tall and proud on the stage.
Five women and five men, each a striking exemplar of diverse races and ethnicities, stood poised and confident.
Their bodies were sculpted and flawless, strategically draped in shadows that hinted at their nudity, adding an air of tantalizing mystery.
The women wore playful bunny ears, while the men donned crisp captain hats.
The auctioneer, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to caress the air, stepped forward with a predatory grace.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, her gaze sweeping across the room, "feast your eyes on our final treat. These fine, well-trained specimens are not merely eye candy; they are here to serve. Each one is a willing, legal participant, offering one year of exclusive service as personal… assistants."
A murmur rippled through the crowd, a mix of surprise and intrigue tinged with a dark undercurrent of excitement.
Whispers of anticipation filled the air, the guests leaning forward in their seats, eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and desire.
"Bidding starts at one million!"
The auctioneer announced, her gaze sweeping across the room.
The atmosphere shifted, charged with a new energy that was almost electric. Cheers and whistles echoed through the space, the guests leaning forward in their seats, eager to participate.
Joyce, her eyes wide with excitement, turned to Pierre.
"We have to get one!"
She exclaimed, she exclaimed, her voice barely audible over the growing din, a feverish gleam in her eyes.
Pierre grinned, his eyes scanning the lineup.
"Way ahead of you," he replied, raising his paddle.
The bidding war began, paddles flicking up and down like a high-stakes game of poker.
Joyce's paddle shot up, her determination etched on her face. Within moments, she emerged victorious, winning a muscular man with dark skin and piercing blue eyes.
Pierre, not to be outdone, joined the fray. His paddle sliced through the air, each movement decisive and calculated. He secured a stunning woman with fiery red hair and porcelain skin.
The auctioneer's gavel struck with finality.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes our auction for tonight. Thank you all for your time."
Applause erupted as the lights flickered back to life. The crowd began to disperse, a buzz of excitement and satisfaction filling the air.
Elise stretched languidly, her face a mask of boredom.
"Well, that was dreadfully dull. Not a single item worth my interest." She stifled a yawn. "I think I'll retire for a nap. Do excuse me."
Without waiting for a response, she sauntered off.
Dev mumbled something similar about needing rest and slipped away, though his furtive glances suggested other motives.
Joyce, practically bouncing with excitement, grabbed her new acquisition by the arm.
"Come along, darling. Let's get better acquainted."
She winked at the others before dragging her prize towards a private room.
Brandon found himself alone with Pierre, both watching the departing figures with amusement.
"So," Brandon began, turning to Pierre with a sly grin.
"About that Bugatti..."
Pierre's eyebrows shot up.
"Ah, yes! What did you have in mind?"
"I was hoping you could help me get it to the Blackstone residence at NOA along with Bentley, if it's not too much trouble."
Brandon paused, lowering his voice.
"And those... other items. Could you hold onto them until I get my own place?"
Pierre's face split into a grin.
He thumped his chest confidently.
"Consider it done."
Reaching into his pocket, Pierre produced a small key card.
He pressed it into Brandon's hand with a conspiratorial wink.
"A little surprise for you. Room 999. Enjoy."
Before Brandon could respond, Pierre was already walking away, his new companion in tow.
[ Room 999]
Brandon followed the directions to the lower levels of the mega yacht, his curiosity piqued by Pierre's mysterious gift.
He found himself standing before a nondescript door marked '666'. With a deep breath, he slid the key card through the reader.
The door opened with a soft hiss, revealing a sight that took Brandon's breath away.
He stepped inside, his eyes widening as he took in the spectacle before him.
The room was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Its walls were made entirely of thick, crystal-clear glass, offering a mesmerizing view of the underwater world outside.
Soft, blue-tinted light filtered through the water, casting dancing patterns across the floor and ceiling.
Schools of colorful fish darted past, their scales shimmering in the dim light.
A massive sea turtle glided by, its ancient eyes seeming to peer curiously into the room. In the distance, Brandon could make out the shadowy forms of larger marine life, their silhouettes both awe-inspiring and slightly unsettling.
Brandon stepped into the room, his heart pounding in his chest.
The soft, blue-tinted light cast an ethereal glow that seemed to envelop everything in a dreamlike haze.
In the middle of the room, a large circular bed beckoned, draped in luxurious silk sheets that shimmered like liquid silver.
Bent forward on all fours on the bed were the three supermodel saleswomen from Pierre's dealership—Chloe, the blonde bombshell; Sophia, the sultry brunette; and a fiery redhead whose name he had yet to learn.
Each woman wore nothing but tantalizing smiles, their eyes gleaming with lust.
Chloe, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, beckoned him with a crooked finger.
"We've been waiting for you superstar~"
Her voice was a low, seductive purr that sent a shiver of anticipation down Brandon's spine.
Brandon approached the bed, his gaze flicking between the three women. Sophia, her dark hair a stark contrast against her porcelain skin, reached out and traced a line down his chest.
"You're even more handsome up close," she murmured, her eyes locked onto his.
The redhead, her hair a blazing inferno, leaned in, nibbled on Brandon's earlobe and whispered in his ear,
"I'm Scarlett. And I promise, you won't forget me."
Brandon's breath hitched as he felt their hands on him, each touch igniting a fire within.
He leaned down, capturing Chloe's lips in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
Sophia, not to be left out, trailed kisses down his neck, her hands exploring his chest.
"Ahh~ 13 was it, there's 1 of you and 3 of us now… what're you goin' to do about it. Nghhh~"
Scarlett, meanwhile, moved below him, slipping down his pants.
Brandon could feel the heat of their bodies, their desire palpable in the air.
He broke away from Chloe, turning his attention to Sophia.
Their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together as Chloe ripped off his T-shirt.
Scarlett, now on her knees, began to lavish Brandon with expert strokes of her tongue.
Gluck~ Glock~ Gluck~
The exquisite sensation sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him.
His fingers entwined in her dark locks, guiding her rhythm, pushing her deeper as Chloe and Sophia continued their own sensual explorations above.
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy with the sound of their moans, the air thick with the scent of their desire.
Brandon felt himself being pulled down onto the bed, the silk sheets cool against his heated skin.
Chloe, her blonde hair cascading down her back, straddled Brandon, her voluptuous figure silhouetted against the soft blue light filtering through the underwater windows.
Her breasts, full and round, bounced gently as she lowered herself onto him, her eyes locked onto his, a sultry smile playing on her lips.
"God, you feel so good…"
She moaned, her voice a husky whisper, as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.
"Yyeah~ Fuck me… Just like that…"
Behind her, Scarlett leaned in while on all fours, her tongue flicking out to tease Brandon's balls.
"Nghhh~"
She moaned softly, her hand moving in quick, urgent strokes between her own legs as she pleasured herself.
"Fuck, this is so hot,"
Chloe breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as she ground against Brandon, her pace quickening.
Sophia, her dark hair a wild tangle around her shoulders, sat astride Brandon's chest, her knees pressing into the silk sheets.
Her breasts, smaller but perfectly formed, were tipped with hard, rosy nipples that begged for attention. She leaned forward, her hands braced on the headboard, as she offered herself to Brandon's mouth.
"Oh God, YES YES YES… R-Right there!!,"
She screamed, her hips bucking as Brandon's tongue found her sweet spot.
Chloe leaned forward, her hands cupping Sophia's breasts, her thumbs circling her nipples. Sophia moaned as she leaned forward.
Their lips met in a passionate, hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together as their moans filled the air.
'Fuck, this is unreal!'
Brandon thought, a mix of excitement and disbelief coursing through him as he gripped Chloe's hips, taking control.
The room seemed to spin around him, the sounds of their pleasure echoing through the air, creating a symphony of desire that was both overwhelming and intoxicating…
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Author's Notes:
I was debating whether or not to go full on dark to really create the atmosphere of a lawless playground of the elite, but I figured I shouldn't scare some readers off this early into the novel plus there are TOS concerns I'm not fully aware of. Maybe in future...?
Well... I finally decided on a compromise to add this short, hopefully palatable R18 scene to make it more realistic, I mean if you're an 18year old multi-millionaire air elite who was a superstar producer from the streets... It makes no sense for Brandon to be some monk no? Let me know what ya'll think and how far I should take the R18 in future.
P.S. Don't worry this isn't gonna be some sort of meaningless harem or weird NTR novel! Oh! Do leave a comment/5star review if possible, I'm a new hobbyist writer so... help please? Hahaha Cheers!