Aching to be sold

“Up next is a piece of Emily Greene, titled ‘The hidden fancy’.”

“She named a piece that looks like me ‘The hidden fancy’? Should I look deeper into that?”

“Now, we shall start our biddings at…”

“Now, hurry this up so that Em can go back home and I can get dressed again.” At that moment, she saw one of the buyers discreetly scratching his ass. Barbara laughed to herself. “Thought no one would see that, you sneak? Nothing goes by m- oh no.” Seeing the man scratch himself made Barbara feel an itch on her own behind. “This can’t be happening! It’s really bad! Maybe if I…” Barbara tried to reach the spot on her ass with her foot, but quickly found that it couldn’t be done in a way that won’t expose her.

“What are you doing, Barb? Why are you moving your feet?” Thought Emily, who saw what Barbara was doing. “Are you… oohh, I see.” She winked at the ‘statue’, and pretended to have a phone call from her earpiece. “Terribly sorry, but I’ve got to take this one.”

“Distraction, distraction…” Emily scurried about the hall, when she saw a giant statue of a peach behind the auction. “Hmm, made of a sturdy metal, so it shouldn’t dent when I do this!” She walked towards the peach, and bumped into it, causing it to fall and making a deafening sound. All eyes of the buyers and the auctioneer turned to her. “I am so sorry!”

While the buyers kept staring at the peach, Barbara grinned. “Thanks, Em!” She scratched her ass as if her life depended on it. “God, that’s the stuff!”

However, the buyers stopped looking sooner then expected, giving Barbara no time to put her hands back in her neck. Instead, she rested them with open palms on both asscheeks. “Please don’t notice, please don’t notice!”