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The Highest Bidder

“Two point six million dollars!” thought Simone as she waited at the airport terminal, sipping a green tea Frappuccino. “Two point six MILLION dollars!” She knew that these virginity auction sites could fetch a girl a pretty penny, but she had never imagined so much. Though it was quite a shock, it was a welcome one. Not only was she going to buy back her mom’s house at the courthouse steps, she could buy her own place and still have a fortune left over. Things were going to turn around. She just had no idea in what way. She looked down at the time on her phone. “Three twenty-six. Time to get going.” She got up from the table and headed to baggage claim. Before she could get to the conveyor, she saw a pretty, around late twenties, woman in a chauffer’s uniform holding a placard, which read 'Simone Greene.' “That’s me,” she said, extending her hand to greet her. “I’m Beatrice, but you can call me Bea,” said the woman, taking her hand. “Your luggage is already in the car.” On the ride to the buyer’s house, Simone sat silently in the back. She had recently turned 18 and graduated from high school. She stood at around 5’3”. Her strawberry-blond hair was done in a pixie cut. She was slender with an ass that she thought a bit too big. Her breasts were a perky cupcake-like b-cup. Her parents had been missionaries in the Philippines when she was very young. That ended when her dad was killed in a boating accident. The life insurance was able to buy a decent house and supplement ...

... their living when her mom found a job as a receptionist. But in more recent years, her health declined and she had to quit working, so the money started to dwindle. That’s when Simone got desperate and began to consider more drastic solutions. Her friend Chrissy told her of sites to auction off your virginity. Simone was skeptical at first. But when she saw the final bids these girls were getting, she was sold. Her mom had always told her that her virginity was precious and a gift meant only for her husband on their wedding night. With the situation being so desperate, her future love was just going to have to understand. The tinted divider slid down. “We’re here!” said Bea. She opened the door to let Simone out. “Let me grab your bags.” They walked from the parking garage to the elevator. They entered a quite posh lobby, then walked across it to another elevator. They waited until the bell rang. They entered and Bea pushed the button for the twentieth floor, the top. “Bobby also has the entire rooftop with a pool and Jacuzzi,” said Bea.” The entire floor is one private penthouse.” “Impressive,” Simone said. The guy who won the auction was named Bobby Vasquez. That’s all she knew. And that he must have been loaded. The bell rang and the door opened to a foyer. They stepped out and Bea pulled out a card, scanned it at the only door. The door clicked open. Two young women dressed in French maid uniforms greeted them. Both were very pretty. Mia was a seventeen year-old Filipina. ...