The crowd was stunned silent for a long second and then erupted with cheers and apuse.  Relief rushed through me.  For a second


    I thought they were appalled.  Looking out over them, I saw nothing but horny, lusty men and women.  Well, the women were mostly waitresses and strippers.


    The bidding started at fifty.  Not Alexa’s money, but better than Cindy’s.  The bidding seemed slower for me.  With more pauses where the DJ cajoled more money out of them.  I started to worry I wouldn’t break five hundred dors.  Oddly enough, if I was going to sell my virginity I wanted a good price for it, which horrified me.


    “God, I’m such a whore,” I muttered, reached back, and unzipped my bustier.  There was a sharp intake of breath from the crowd.  I paused, drawing out the anticipation, and then pulled thecy lingerie from my body.  The crowd gave an appreciative cry as my boobs dropped and jostled before them.  I shook my tits at them and then unzipped my skirt. As I pulled it away, to reveal mycy garter belt and ck thongs, I said to myself, “In for a dime, in for a dor.”


    Bidding picked up fast and furious.  I did my best to strut back and forth up there, hoping I didn’t look inept and stupid doing so and tried to calm down.  I could barely hear the bidding due to my heart pounding in my ears, and my dibobted mental state.  And I didn’t want to be taken by surprise when I was finally sold.


    “Five thousand dors,” a tall blonde wearing head-to-toe shiny ck leather said.


    I froze, gawking at her.  The amount didn’t shock me so much as being bought by another woman.  A dominatrix, who would spend more time spanking me than anything.  Would a dominatrix even bother to pop my cherry?  And did it count if popped with a dildo or a woman’s fingers?


    “Five thousand fifty,” a tall ck man said.


    He was the one who started the night of bidding with twenty for Cindy.  He was looking at me like I was a piece of candy, and he wanted to eat me up.  My belly clenched, and my twat felt hot and wet.  I think I squirmed and made some pathetic little animal noises, while the vision of his big ck cock thrusting deep into me shed before my mind’s eyes.


    “Fifty-one hundred dors,” the dominatrix said, looking miffed that someone dared to bid against her.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    “Fifty-five hundred,” the ck man said, cutting her a sharp look.


    “Six thousand,” another man called, moving forward through the crowd.


    The neer took me by surprise.  He didn’t look like he could afford to spend that kind of money on anything, much less waste it on a night of sex.  At least the dominatrix and ck man looked wealthy.  This guy looked like a biker.  A big, disheveled ouw biker.  And I mean big, like over six foot five, with long brown hair, goatee, and dirty-looking ouw biker clothes.


    The dominatrix scowled and crossed her arms under her rather pronounced boobs.  She didn’t offer another bid.  The ck man paused, looking me up and down.  I didn’t think he’d bid again, but he surprised me.


    “Sixty-one hundred.”


    “Sixty-five hundred,” the biker said.  “Bro, I want that damn cherry, and I got the money to buy it, too.  Bid against me if you want.  I don’t care.”


    The ck man looked at him, at his determination, and then back at me.  I saw deep, profound lust in his eyes, but he shook his head and said nothing.


    I looked at the biker, who looked triumphant.  Our eyes met and locked in an intense connection that curled my toes and left me breathless.


    “Well now, looks like we have a winner,” the DJ’s voice boomed.  “The winning bid is sixty-five hundred dors.  Going once.


    Going twice.  Chevonne’s virginity is sold for sixty-five hundred dors. Pay the nicedy below the stage, and then im your baby doll!”


    I almost came right then and there.  There was no doubt in my mind that if I so much as touched my clit I’de, ande hard, too. Pressing my left hand syed over my quivering lower belly, I cupped my left boob with my right.  Discovering my nipples were rock hard and sticking up dramatically, I rolled the left nipple between thumb and finger, forgetting about the crowd watching me.


    “Oh God, I’m so humiliating myself,” I whispered, but unable to stop.  Then my left dropped lower as I watched the biker dude hand the Babydolls girl his credit card.  I flicked my clit with a long, hard fingernail, and then rubbed it with a firm circr motion.  Intense waves of pure pleasure erupted from myher regions, ripping through me and scrambling my brain as that girl handed him a leash and cor, along with a receipt and his credit card.  “I am owned.  A sex ve.”               I came again.


    “Damn, girl, you’re starting without me,” he said as he approached.


    All strength left my body, and I slowly sank to my knees. My right hand continued fondling my boobs, and my left rubbing my clit. He stopped before me, the leash and cor in his left hand.  My eyes locked on that cor, wondering what it would feel like snug around my throat.  A symbol of servitude.  Of very.


    I looked up into his eyes.  Up close, he was fiercer looking. He was ruggedly handsome, with a face full of animal lust.  I’d never seen such intense lust before, and it was scary and sexy.


    “You’re a virgin?”


    His voice was deep, rumbling.  The club was utterly quiet, everyone watching and listening intently.  I could hear the squishing sound of my finger rubbing my clit quite distinctly and feared that everyone could hear it.  But I couldn’t stop.  It felt divine.


    “Yes.  I mean, yes, master.”


    “Say, ‘Yes, Sir,''” he said.  “Call me Sir, and nothing but Sir.”


    “Yes, Sir, I’m a virgin.”


    “You’re hymen is intact?”


    “Yes, Sir.”


    “Have you ever had anal?”


    “Oh, no, Sir.”


    “We will,” he said.  My mind tilted and spun at that revtion.  Why did I think that any man who’d pay money to fuck me would just screw my pussy?  “What about oral?  Have you ever gone down on a man or another woman?”


    “No, Sir, never.”


    He smiled.  It wasn’t aforting smile, either.  “Good. Unzip me.”


    I didn’t think.  Rising on my knees, Iid my left hand on his hip for bnce and unzipped him with my right.  A gasp from my right made my head whip around.  That is when I realized the strip club’s patrons and staff had a perfect side view of everything Sir and I did.  They would see me going down on him in exquisite detail.  Looking up, I was going to ask him to take me to a dark corner in the back but was stopped by the determination underlying his fierce, lusty gaze.  I knew then he knew exactly what he wanted from me, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.


    “You are bought and paid for, Chevonne, so eat me,” Sir said.  “We’ll start by popping your oral cherry.”


    “I never wanted to put on a live sex show.”


    “But I do, and I’m the master,” Sir said.  He dug his cock out of his jeans.  It was huge.  Way bigger than I ever imagined a dick to be.  So long, thick, and hard.  I tried to touch it, to take it in my hand, but nothing moved.  I was frozen in ce, gawking open-mouthed at his cock and envisioning it pumping in and out of my mouth, my pussy, my ass. And everyone there would watch and enjoy every second of it.  “Suck me off, Chevonne.”


    For a moment all I could do was kneel there, holding onto him for support, and pant loudly.  My heart was hammering so hard I thought it would explode.  My pussy was pounding with my heartbeat, feeling super hot and sopping wet.  My insides melted and got all tingly squishy.  Cutting my eyes to the audience, I took in all of their lusty, eager eyes, and a thrill slithered up my spine.


    Swallowing hard, and licking my lips, I took a deep breath.


    “Yes, Sir, your wish is mymand.”


    Okay, I felt a little foolish after saying that.


    Slowly wrapping my left hand around the middle of his shaft, I began stroking the full length of him.  He was so thick, just the tips of my long fingernails touched, and only if I squeezed.  I guess I spent too much time stroking, and not sucking.  Sir cupped the back of my head and pushed me into his cock.  I guided him to my mouth and opened it wide.


    “Mmmm,” I groaned as he slowly pushed into my mouth, going far deeper than I intended.  Indeed, he almost filled my mouth.  He felt much thicker and longer in my mouth.  Once I started bobbing my head, I nced at the audience.  From the looks on their faces, you’d think I was going down on them.  “Uummmm.”


    It wasn’t long before the shock and humiliation of my situation faded, and all I cared about was sucking that delicious dick.  I was surprised by how much I liked it.  With that change in attitude came a change in my body.  Sweet ripples flowed through me, making me feel wonderful inside and out.  It got better when I lowered my left hand to my snatch and started rubbing my clit again.  And an inner tension began to grow deep inside, that I recognized from masturbation.