Up for auction

"Hmm, why not?"

Jane said to herself, not addressing anyone in particular, and pulling the leash, she led me along the corridors of the Club.

Soon we came to a huge hall with many chairs and a huge stage. Almost all the places were filled with housewives who were either talking among themselves or actively participating in the auction. There were also maids walking around with trays containing drinks, and in some places there were female security guards who vigilantly watched to ensure that all the rules were followed and nothing out of the ordinary happened.

On the stage there was a very beautiful girl with dark blue hair, she was wearing a chic black dress that emphasized her sexy figure. On her face was a red mask that covered the upper half of her face. Apparently, she was the one in charge of this auction. Next to her on the stage there were also three screwed up girls. One of them, the first on the left, stood a little in front next to the first girl in a dress and there was a lively bidding for her.

"A thousand dollars!"

"One thousand one hundred!"

"One thousand three hundred!"

"One thousand three hundred! Who can offer more?!"

The girl leading the auction asked into the microphone addressing the audience and they began to raise their bid, which very quickly reached two thousand and continued to grow!

“And as always, she knows how to get the audience going!”

Jane said with a chuckle, looking straight at the girl who stood on the stage and continued to do everything to raise the ante.

“What else did you expect from her Jane? After all, Michelle has been in charge of our auction for a long time and knows how to present the goods well.”

The one who turned to Jane was a girl with black hair and golden eyes, she was dressed in a short scarlet dress with gold patterns and low-heeled shoes.

“Indeed. You shouldn’t expect anything else from Michelle. How are you doing, Cinder. I see you decided to buy a new toy today?”

Jane asked with a nod pointing to the girl who was at Cinder's feet. She had black hair and gray eyes, she was naked and had nothing on except a collar and a gag in her mouth.

"Yeah, you know what, I wanted to have some fun today. I think Ruby and I will have a good time, don't we, darling?"

"MMMMFFFF"

The **** moaned obediently in response without looking away.

“And I see you also found someone interesting, huh? Your ****, or a new lot that you want to put up for auction?”

Lot?!

"Hm..."

Did she seriously think about this?!

"Hahaha!!! Jane, explain to her, otherwise her expression on her face is too funny!"

Cinder laughed a little, immediately understanding what I was thinking about.

"Indeed. Listen dear, now I will explain to you how it all works. Mistresses can sell their slaves for rent to other mistresses, or for example, free submissives can be sold through an auction voluntarily, and of course everything is by mutual consent of the parties. Some girls come to this club to voluntarily be sold through an auction and earn money."

Hmm, now I think I understand, but...

"If you want a ****, I can actually put you up for auction, where you will be sold for rent to another mistress for a certain time."

As if realizing what I was thinking, Jane asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

I swallowed. On the one hand, being publicly sold as a **** to someone would be very scary! But on the other hand it... was exciting. Hundreds of eyes looking at me and making bets to get me!

Yes! I want this! This will be an interesting experience, especially if she says that everything is legal and by mutual consent of the parties.

“Yes, mistress, this **** agrees to be exposed to auction.”

"Wow, she seems really interested in this idea."

Cinder said with a smirk looking straight at me.

"Really."

Jay smiled and then gently stroked my head and said goodbye to Cinder and led me to the door that was next to the stage. Behind it there was a small room in which there were several maids who were on their way to register slaves for the auction. How my mistress Jane registered me, after which they attached a tag with number 59 to my collar and took me to another room where other slaves were waiting to appear on stage, and Jane herself, wishing me good luck, returned to the hall.

They brought three people onto the stage, so I had to wait for a while. There was complete silence in the waiting room and no one made a sound. After some time, it was my turn to go on stage.

Swallowing, I sighed and, together with two other girls, went onto the stage, where more than a hundred (if not more) glances were immediately turned on us, as well as the light of spotlights so that we could be better seen.

I was the first in my group, so at the presenter’s signal, I went a little ahead and began to wait while listening to how Mistress Michelle began to advertise me in order to attract more people who would place bets. Seriously, she did it so professionally that every now and then I began to catch myself thinking that if she worked as a salesperson, she could even pass off complete rubbish as a hundred-card diamond!

Bidding began with a starting price of five hundred dollars and rapidly continued to grow and soon reached just over three thousand.

Bidding began with a starting price of five hundred dollars and rapidly continued to grow and soon reached a little more than three thousand. I noticed that the two housewives who were sitting in the front rows were bargaining the most. Mistress Michelle named them Mistress Maria and Mistress Yuki.

The first one sat in the very first row in the center and looked at me like a predator who had just found a new target. She was a young blonde girl with blue eyes. She was dressed in a tight corset, high boots that reached her hips and had high heels, gloves that reached her elbows, a very thin thong and wore an ominous-looking cap on her head. All this was black with gold patterns.

The second hostess sat in the fifth row on the right and was an older woman with black hair and gray eyes. She was dressed more formally, in a white shirt with a black tie, a black pencil skirt, black stockings and elegant stilettos. Unlike the first, who radiated a clear desire to play, the second woman radiated clear severity and commitment to discipline.

Soon, when many people refused to bid, the two continued to compete and raise the bid, which had already reached a little over seven thousand dollars.

I wonder who will win?