Lucy suggestions an auction for the job of cleaning you up

“I know” Lucy suddenly declares, drawing everyone’s attention in her direction, “why don’t you guys bid on the chance to help Dani get cleaned up.”

“What?” you gasp as you stare at your friend. “Auction?” you stutter, trying to take in her suggestion.

“Yes, an auction,” she tells you as if it makes perfect sense. “You know, where people bid and the highest bid wins. Oh, but there would be a slight twist obviously” she adds with a grin, a grin that tells you this whole idea is going to lead somewhere interesting.

“What’s the twist then?” you ask, your curiosity overcoming your worry at the idea of being sold like cattle.

“Well,” she starts as she turns to look at all the men, every one of them eager to hear what this twist is, “your bid can’t just be an amount, where would the fun be in that for Dani? No, your bid must include your idea of how you plan to help Dani get cleaned up.” She pauses, letting everyone take in the idea, then she turns to you, her eyes seeking your acceptance of this plan.

“Oh what the hell, why not” you let her and everyone else know, then in a voice that can only be described as a complete slut, you add “afterall, I am so terribly sticky with this champagne now, and I so need to deal with my wetness.”

“Well then gentlemen, shall we start this auction at ten pounds, who wants to start?” Lucy quickly calls out to the waiting men to get things moving.

“Ten pounds, and I’ll wipe her down with a damp cloth, nice and slowly” one of the younger guys calls out before anyone else.

“Twenty, and I’ll wash her down in a shower” someone else calls, creating a few laughs as a couple of others point out there isn’t any showers around here.

“Twenty five, and I’ll lick her clean” one of the older guys calls out, causing you to look at him deciding if you could have this stranger lick her body, although right now you are sure you would let almost anyone lick your body all over, as well as anything else they fancied doing to you!

“Thirty, and I’ll take her back to mine so she can clean up nice and slowly in my bath” a new voice offers.

“Well, if we can take her home, I’ll give forty to let her use my bath, as long as I can watch” one voice calls out.

You stand there, goose bumps forming on your body, whether from the chill as the champagne dries on your skin or the excitement of these men bidding for your attentions you neither know nor care anymore.

While male voices call out new ideas and bids, Lucy catches your attention again. “So Dan, any bids taken your fancy yet?” she asks, her question drawing silence from the whole crowd as they wait to hear if you are willing to go through with this.