Bidding war

Faye knelt beside her, the leash still firmly in Tiffany's hands. She couldn't believe how erotic this was to her. She had always secretly liked showing off, even in high school. She would occasionally not wear a bra with her tight sweaters, or wear an extra small bikini that just barely covered her to the beach. She was also guilty of posting some rather revealing selfies to her Facebook page, smiling as she saw the "likes" go up, feeling naughty sending pics to the football team that she knew they were sharing.

She always told herself she wasn't any sluttier than the other girls in her friend group, even when she would let herself get talked out of her shirt after a few beers while sitting on the quarterback's couch with half of the team in the room. She thought back to those nights when she'd be sucking one of them off during Monday night football while the rest watched, hoping it'd be their turn next week.

This, this was different. This wasn't a group of horny teenagers with raging hormones. Kneeling beside the buxom blonde with patrons approaching them, hands sliding over their bodies as if appraising a fine statue; Faye looked out into the crowd, and wondered who would want her so badly that they would pay to have her. Some would pay more attention to Tiffany, their hands checking her breasts for firmness and heft. Others were there just to get a free feel and had no intention of bidding.

The silver haired woman stood directly in front of her, caressing Faye's shoulder as other hands slid over her bare breasts; or gently up her spine. Faye looked around. A group of men had started to talk amongst themselves behind her while the lady and her playthings appraised her from the front. "$3,000." she said, her chest still flush from her own orgasm.

"We'll pay $4,000." she heard. Her heart sank. It was the younger man who had groped her on the way in, now with three other men ranging from his age to a hunched over, ancient man that had to walk with a cane. The silver haired woman looked at them angrily. She stood, and walked passed Faye. Her elegant hand slid along Faye's exposed skin as she stared into their eyes.

"$5,000." she said, defiantly. Faye faintly smiled in relief. The men were talking among themselves. It looked like the auction was over. Their spokesman smiled, and looked at the older woman. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and and made his pitch.

"Tell you what, since they are only giving one private performance, how bout we add our bid to yours and we all win. I'm willing to bet that you wouldn't mind some new attention yourself." Faye did the math. $9,000 for six guys to three women, and she knew most of the attention would be on her. Even Tiffany looked a little worried. Things could get out of hand very quickly with that many people. She knew that first hand from her 18th birthday party. Faye could tell the woman was now looking the men up and down, deciding if any of them looked like a good addition to her collection.

Then woman smiled, and looked the two girls. "Well..."