A banquet hall filled with video displays

Wyatt looked around in awe. The room was as large as the auction room, but filled with monitors all over. Giant screens were mounted to the center of each wall to show off the live auction. There were monitor stations where watchers could sit back on white leather couches to stream the events. There were also dinner tables with screens on them where diners could enjoy a meal and watch.

Wyatt noticed something else. Not everyone in this room was naked. He looked over the seats and tables where there was a congregation of viewers dressed up in suits and gowns just as he had once been wearing. He nudged his companion and whispered, “Hey! What’s up with having to get naked?!”

Damien looked over at the dressed group and leaned over to Wyatt to say, “Well, those are the high class elite. They paid to be in here. If you want, you can fork over twenty grand for a ticket. Otherwise, you’re the help. You get to watch all that goes on as long as you keep the paying customers happy!”

“Well well well!” Kat declares, spotting the two men. Wyatt turns and stares deadpan at the statuesque beauty. Her bountiful breast shimmered and jiggled as she strutted over to them. She stood in front of them and naturally fell into a modelesque pose with hips and shoulders askant. She tilted her head and looked Wyatt up and down. “I’ve always wondered what you were packing under all those clothes…” she murmured. “I like what I see…”

Wyatt was dumbfounded, simply staring at the woman’s body. He blushed at her appraisal of him and realized he should say something. “You’re not looking so bad yourself,” Wyatt grinned back, rubbing the back of his neck.

He didn’t want to stare, but she was flaunting it so flagrantly that it would have been rude to look away. “Uh… where’s Kayla?” he asked, looking to change the subject and get a gander at Kat’s sibling.

Kat rolled her eyes. “She’s still afraid to come out.” Kat then turned toward the entranceway for the women’s change room. The door peeked open and Kayla’s head poked out. Kat waved her to come over and her sister looked around quickly before darting out and fast walking to the group. Her body was slender and shapely, much like Kat’s, but she covered it with her arms and didn’t hold herself up with the same confidence as her sister.

Kayla couldn’t bring her eyes up to meet them, but staring down at Wyatt and Damien only made her blush even more.

“Relax, Kay, just soak it in and it’ll feel normal in no time!” Kat tried to advise her.

“Well, don’t get too relaxed. We're here to serve!” Damien pointed out.

“What?” the sisters questioned in unison. Damien relayed the same information he told Wyatt.

“And you waited until now to bring this up?!” Kayla asked, ready to freak out.

“Would you have come if I told you earlier?” Damien replied. Kayla immediately shook her head.

“Well, exactly what is expected of us?” Kat asked, entertaining the idea.

“Whatever the guests require. Mainly that’s serving food and refreshments, but occasionally they make special requests…” Damien answered.

“What sort of special requests?” Wyatt asked.

“Oh you know, the typical. Stuff to entertain them when they bore of watching the auction events. Maybe dance for them, make out, fuck. Now that I think about it, it’s mostly sexual.” Wyatt and Kayla gasped while Kat still considered it. “Look, no one is going to **** you to do something you don’t want to. They’re requests, not orders. You can say no.”

“What happens if we say no?” Kayla asked.

“Not much. You might not get asked again, but that means you lose out on tips. Trust me, these guys tip well!” Damien explained. “And if you’re not needed here, you’ll be replaced by someone who’s more willing to serve.”

The friends looked at each other.