Ophelia's POV
About an hour and a half later, the cab wheeled to a halt In front of a huge building and I gasped In fascination as I stared at the magnificent exterior of the building.
Was this a strip club? Had I gotten the wrong address? I asked myself because I knew there was no way in hell that a place as opulent as the luxurious glass skyscraper that I was currently gazing at was a mere strip club, so I swiped through my phone and read through the address again. To my utter bewilderment, I realized that it was really the building I was looking for.
I settled the driver with the extra change which I had thankfully found wandering in my pocket before I made my way into the gargantuan edifice.
At the entrance, I was met with the sight of a plain-faced woman who was dressed formally in a black, knee-length gown wIth a pair of black dress shoes to match. She looked like an imposing, evil stepmother.
"Are you Miss Ophelia Alvarez?" She asked in a strict, business-like tone.
"Yes," I answered.
"Good, I am Giselle, the coordinator of this auction. Lana and Ivy will help you get ready for the auction and if you have any questions or concerns, you can ask them, they'll help you in any way they can. You just have to be quiet and regal in your stance, so you can get the highest bid," She recited like a robot; unmoving and emotionless, as she gestured to the young ladies who were dressed in identical black gowns lIke her but in place of her stoic expression, they had cheerful smiles plastered on their faces.
It was as if she had reiterated that sentence numerous times already and was tired of uttering it once more.
"Lana, Ivy, take her in," Giselle motioned to the ladies who darted a clipped nod at her and silently beckoned me to follow them in.
I quietly obliged their order and trailed behind them, tightly clutching my worn-out satchel bag to my chest.
Soon, we got to the elevator and I walked Into it after them. One of them clicked on the thirteenth floor and we got out after a whIle.
Then, I was taken Into a large dressing room whIch was occupied with a lot of chirpy young women who had uniformed female and male staff attending to them. I gulped harshly as I was made to plop down on a chair and my bag was taken away from me.
"You'll have to take a bath, you reek of disinfectant," One of the women who were assigned to me blurted as she crinkled her nose.
I cast an offended glance at her before I got up and was led to a large bathroom. The woman made me sit in the jacuzzi before she dropped a strawberry-scented bath bomb into the warm water, and poured in a pleasant-smellIng oil.
I sighed in respite as the water soothed the aches in my body and tightened my pores. After some time, I was handed a bathrobe and taken to another room where I was painfully waxed and powdered in my nether regions by a train of professionals.
My pussy lips were pried apart and a finger was harshly shoved into me to ascertain my virginity status, when the tough-looking woman realized that I was still very much a virgin, she stepped back and summoned the two women who were assigned to me back into the room.
"What are your fashion preferences?" The taller woman between the two whom I deduced to be Ivy asked me, and I craned my neck sideways towards her as confusion took over my mien.
Fashion tastes for a person like me? I scoffed incredulously to myself. They were for people who had more than enough time on their hands to nitpick over luxurious clothes; rich heirs and heiresses specifically.
I didn't have the money and time to find my fashion niche as I always had to save up all the money I got from the club for my dad, so I had to make do wIth the same washed and old pairs of joggers and sweatpants for a couple of years and sincerely, I didn't care.
As long as my clothes were covered by nakedness and I felt warm and cozy inside them, then there was no cause for embarrassment for me.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I confessed to her, and she looked slightly aghast for a while before her expression reshuffled to a kind one.
"Alright, I can understand. I'll try my best to get you a nice outfit. Come with me, let's go to the closet," She outstretched her arm towards me as a warm smile twisted her lips.
Tentatively, I returned her grin wIth a wobbly one and took her hand as I hoisted myself from the stretcher where I had been previously placed for the waxing and polishing of my skin and pubic area.
With our hands fIrmly Intertwined, we stepped into a large walk-in closet and to my utter relief, we were the only ones that were present in the room.
"Make your choice among them, Miss Ophelia," Ivy uttered as she motioned to the rack of black, slutty lingeries.
I gaped in disbelief as I walked closer to the rack to feel the lacy and sultry piece of material with my fingers.
There was literally no choice to be made! All of them were identical, slutty and lacy strings.
One of them caught my eyes and I huffed and shook my head as I stared at it.
It was a bra and panties set, and in place of bra cups, there were vertical black lace strings. As for the panties, it was just a pair of black interwoven ropes that would leave little to the imagination of those lascivious old men.
"How is a person supposed to wear this?" I blurted out without thinking as my mouth hung open.
Ivy didn't respond to my question, she just chuckled and darted me a chuckle before she stood next to me to select a black garter, a black g-string, and a black brassiere.
"Here, change into this and I don't want to hear any complaint, okay? You can't dress up like a nun and expect to be bought at a good price. You have natural curves and a small waist to match, why not flaunt it?" Ivy uttered as she handed me the lingerie.
"I-okay," I mumbled, slid my dressing robe off in front of her, and changed into the seductive outfit.
Moments later, after my face had been dolled up and Ivy had professIonally styled my outfit with a pair of black platform ten-inches heels which I could thankfully walk in, I gazed Into the mirror and stared at my reflection as I internally braced myself for what was about to come.
Ryan’s POV I walked through the glass doors to my company with a stoic demeanor, and my phone placed directly against my ear. I nodded curtly at some of my employees who stopped to exchange pleasantries with me as I stepped into the elevator."Ryan, man. Are you even listening to me?" My best friend, Vegas Sanchez's voice seeped into my ears as I trekked out of the elevator and meandered into my office."Yeah, man. What were you talking about?" I gruffed as I dropped my briefcase on the couch that was placed in the center of my sitting room, and plopped myself down next to it with a tired sigh."Do you remember Salvador? That huge guy, my business partner whom I told you I invested some millions into his club some years back?" Vegas asked me, and I nodded to myself and hummed in recollection into the speaker.I knew Salvador, who didn't know him? The guy ran the biggest strip club in the whole of America and he was extremely famous and influential for his illegal chains of women's tr
Ophelia’s POV I stared at the vast sea of corrupt bald-headed old men with disgust gradually veering onto my face. I inwardly suppressed the loath in my head towards them as I plastered a plastic grin on my mien.Whether I liked it or not, I was going to end up under one of them that night, and I had already signed the non-disclosure agreement, so there was no going back on my decision."We're going to begin the auction for the last item of the day," The man who had been in charge of the auction since it began announced and I could see the way, the old men stared lustfully at me as they ran their tongue over their droopy lips.I huffed to myself and clasped my hands tighter in front of me as I fluttered my eyes shut for a while before I had an anxiety attack. I felt like a piece of rare meat on a slab in an abattoir's shop as they gaped at me.I felt disgusted with myself and I couldn't believe I had stooped so low to sell my dignity and the pride of my womanhood. I knew I didn't hav
Ophelia’s POV The drive to my buyer's place lasted for about thirty minutes. The anxiety inside me didn't stop simmering as Damon drove past large heads of mansions, into a large gated property.I gasped in bewilderment as I stared at the colossal mansion.It was a sprawling, three-storey building that sat proudly in the middle of a vast and empty finely-chopped and curved landscape garden, safe for the water fountain that was situated upfront in the driveway. From where I was seated in the car, I could make out the dim amber lights of the interior of the mansion. I used to think this sort of gargantuan building only existed in the movies but I was proven wrong by this alluring property which I was currently gazing at.Compared to the ginormous strip club building that I had been overwhelmed by earlier that day, this mansion with its gigantic floor-to-ceiling windows and the huge mahogany doors was by far more enthralling than it."Miss," Damon said as he opened the car door with a
Ryan’s POV "Yeah, Damon just delivered her to me some minutes ago, thanks," I informed Vegas, who was on the other end of the line, as I strolled through the hallway."Alright, then. Have fun but not too much. Also remember to use protection because even virgins can't be trusted to be clean in this generation," Vegas lectured me and I rolled my eyes in exasperation."Okay, mum. I have to go now," I huffed, and quickly ended the call before he burst into another long sermon.Afterwards, I slipped my phone into the pocket of my sleep robe as I crossed my hands behind my back and strolled back into my bedroom with sensual excitement bubbling inside me.The thought that I had a sexy, untouched goddess inside my bedroom made heat pool to the pit of my belly and sent electricity to my flaccid cock, causing it to slowly spring up into a soft mound.I swung the door open with an accomplished grin, hoping to see the erotic vision of my sexy angel's godly legs splayed in the air, with wetness
Ryan’s POV "You are going to keep that sexy mouth of yours shut unless I ask you to speak, okay?" I muttered, caressing her pussy inside her panties with my middle finger with a smirk."Y-yes, sir," She moaned, to which I chuckled before I craned my neck upward to her hair to sniff the delicious strawberry aroma that emanated from the luscious, hazel tresses.I felt myself almost getting high as her pleasant smell hit my line of smell as I closed my eyes.She writhed under me as gentle sniffles emitted from her when my fingers pressed tight against her pussy, which I paid no mind to.I was only interested in dumping my load into her tight pussy.Then, I expertly unhooked her bra and yanked them away from her bulbous boobs before I hungrily attached my lips to one of her delectable pink buds. I swirled my tongue around it as a groan reverberated from my throat, and I felt pre-release leaking from my tip.Fuck, I had barely started with her and I had almost finished off.There was no w
Ophelia’s POV I woke up in the middle of the night to the tantalizing feeling of my master fingering my tight pussy from behind while also expertly flicking my erect, crimson nipples. I moaned softly as I pushed my ass backward for him to further gain access to thoroughly scissors me open, and arrange my insides with his huge cock.I was supposed to be tired given the amount of sex and position that my master had taken me the previous night, after he fucked me missionary-style on the fluffy bed, he hoisted me into his arms after we both came down from our sexual highs, and placed me inside his jacuzzi where he plowed me hard from behind but my puckered pussy was clearly not as I felt a fluid trickle down my legs.Some minutes later I had found myself held up against the wall with my arms wrapped around his waist as he smiled sinisterly at me, and pummeled his big, long dick inside my dripping warmth.Never in my life had I expected to have sex for the first time in such a pleasantly
Ophelia’s POV The next time I woke up was to the empty side of Ryan's bed and the rays of sunlight seeping through the window blinds, causing me to crunch my nose in dissatisfaction.I clasped a hand to my mouth as I let out a tired yawn.The intense activities that took place between Ryan and I the night before, and in the middle of the night had completely drained me, but did I regret any part of it, hell to the fucking no!My goodness, Ryan's dick was just so perfect and huge! The sexy man had a wild libido and a big, fat cock to match which he knew how to expertly use.How did my thoughts become so filthy and obscene after spending just one night with Ryan?Maybe, it was the power of his magical thick, long cock which I hoped to have inside me in the nearest future."Ophelia, snap out of it," I slapped myself on the cheeks as my face tinted to a nasty fuschia pink in embarrassment from my nasty thoughts.I dipped my hand into the comforter which was draped on my body to caress my
Ophelia’s POV "So, babes. I'm listening. How did you manage to get three million dollars in one night? What sort of black magic did you use?" Ava asked me as she lazily munched on a packet of animal crackers.I sighed miserably to myself from where I was, with half of my head trapped inside the refrigerator as I scavenged for some vegetables to make lasagna and vegetable salad for myself and Ava."Give me a minute, Ava. I'll explain everything to you," I mumbled, grabbing the can of ground beef and hoisting myself away from the refrigerator."I'm here now," I said, and dumped the ingredients on the kitchen counter as I turned around once more to rummage through the cabinet for a knife."Lia, do you need my help? I can help you chop the veggies," Ava suggested, to which I snorted, forgetting my initial worries of coming up with a reasonable lie to her."No, thank you very much. I still want to wake up tomorrow with my head still on my neck and the house unburned," I teased her, and sh