hear 2000?”
The room livened up and about ten people shot up their hands, joining the bidding war.
I began fretting and just as I started to twitch…
The host grabbed my skirt and pulled it up, revealing my panties and ass to the audience. They hooted, hollered and applauded.
“Come on. Come up and take a closer look if you must.”
Several people in the audience decided to come up to the stage using the same hallway Brody guided me from. I began to panic and ran back to the stage where Brody waited for me.
“Brody…what is this?”
“It’s your life in front of you. All of this is for your pleasure. In exchange for rental fees, the winning bid gets to take you home tonight. And do anything to you. Short of killing you. And you sign a form giving full consent.”
“Oh my God…I didn’t know.”
“That’s okay. I’ll tell you what. Let’s turn away, right now. Let’s forget the whole thing and I’ll take you home. No questions asked. And you can skip your whole moral, hit-rock-bottom crises and climb back up to your pedestal, where you’ve always been most comfortable.”
I thought it over long and hard. The initial shock wore off and I began to contemplate the real issue. Was I merely unprepared or was I really scared of the idea of surrendering my body completely?
“You see, Regina, all of this is yours. This is your fantasy. And only you know when to turn around…or jump into a new whole new level of forbidden pleasure.”
“That’s not my real name…”
“I know your real name,” Brody said with a wink.
I looked at Brody, and then back to the crowd of amused onlookers, some of whom were already coming forward to touch and preview the merchandise.
My conscience returned and told me, “This isn’t right.”
My new empowered identity also came to me assuring me, “If I chicken out now, the whole experiment was useless. And Brody is right. It’s not about my pleasure. It’s about my punishment.”
Suddenly, I felt the answer being summon from deep in my heart. I looked at Brody and tilted my head. It wasn’t the wine talking. It wasn’t the fear. I simply knew the answer because for the first time in my life, I was truly being honest…
No, No, No
May
Hello, darling. It’s just about May and so I figured I should update you on what happened with my latest mission of Yes. You will recall my life was at a turning point. Brody, the billionaire dickbag, was offering to make me into a whore. Selling me off at an auction, with full “consent” to let anyone do whatever they wanted to me. He claimed that it was to prove a point. He claimed it was to help me realize my spiritual quest, which was to return to my inhibited life.
I guess everyone expected me to go through with it. Since Brody was obviously the “rich” man that had full power to control me and my everyday mentality. I guess all the strangers there were rooting for me to lose my innocence, not that I have much left at this point darling, and dive face first into depravity. Maybe it was his flippancy, claiming to “know” what I was going to do before I even decided. Or maybe it was because I was tired of all predictability.
But my answer was no.
“No,” I said, staring him square in the face.
He seemed a little bit startled. “Oh, I see. Are you ready to quit this ridiculous game then? And go back…”
“No,” I answered again. “I’m not going to give up my quest. I’m not chickening out. I’m just saying no to you. To them. To everyone.”
I left the stage, causing a commotion in the auditorium. Brody became nervous and walked with me, keeping my fast pace. “What do you mean? You can’t just say no and then claim you’re saying yes to everything.”
“But I don’t think this would be pleasurable. This is all about selfish