It’s never wise to
decide which girl or girls you really
want. Early hopes can easily be dashed; tastes amongst our kind run
along
similar lines so the one you want most of all is likely to be the one
everyone
else goes for, too.
So to start, I do
nothing, content to sit and watch the initial bids roll in. One of the
things
the house insists on, though, is ‘the 120 rule’. This means
that the guest with
the highest amount of money can only have a maximum of 120% of the
guest with
the lowest amount. There is a minimum amount you have to have available
before
you come, but I always go well over it and I’m sure everyone else
does. The 120
rule sees to it that no one guest can bring so much they can blow
everyone else
away. It also adds the concept of wondering if you’re bidding
against someone
who still has a full pot or someone who’s one raise away from
having to fold.
Like I said, it’s fun.
It seems there are
a few people in the house and half of the girls start clocking up the
bids
quite quickly. About half again of the remainder also register bids
before the
first clock runs down and bidding on Steph closes. I whistle at the sum
given. If
that fella’s looking for a threesome then he’s going to be
picking among the
dregs to get it. Then it occurs to me that maybe he didn’t come
alone and that
he’ll be enjoying his acquisition with someone who shares his
tastes and my
cock gives a jump of approval at the idea of finding such a woman
myself. Fat chance, I think, and focus again on
the screen.
A second girl
closes off a few minutes later, an 11 year old bag of bones called
Nadia.
‘Whoever got you
must really dig anorexics,’ I say to an empty room and then
chuckle at my own
sparkling wit. Well, no-one else would, even if someone else had been
there.
The clock on Sarah
only has two minutes to run, I notice, and the bid, for a girl as timid
and
vulnerable as her, is surprisingly low. I let a few more seconds tick
by and,
just as it drops under a minute, up the bid.
A second girl who’s
caught my eye, Allie, a pretty, blonde 13 year old with budding breasts
and a
small, neat patch of pubic hair, hasn’t had a bid yet and I
remedy that with a
decent offer.
By the time I’ve
done so, Sarah’s price has jumped significantly and I guess that
I’m not the
only one thinking she might be the bargain of the night. I decide to
look
elsewhere.
I briefly contemplate
Debbie.
Drug use at the
house is fine as long as you only use what they provide and the choices
are
cannabis resin for smoking, cocaine for snorting or heroin for
injecting. The
first two a guest can order for their personal use, much like they
order a bowl
of fries; just phone down and ask. Girls can also be involved if drug
use is
listed in their specifics, but guests are held accountable for the
consequences.
Heroin
is strictly for specific girls only (of
which Debbie is one) and they come with a controlled supply as part of
the
price. As a rule, I stay away from druggies, of which there’s
always one or two
on the roster. This isn’t because of any fear of disease; the
first time I
stayed here I was reassured that all the girls are very, very
thoroughly checked before being put up for auction, and I
believe them beyond doubt. No, I avoid junkies because, as a rule,
they’re just
not much fun. The ones flying high don’t give much of a shit what
you do and
the ones needing a dose do whatever you want without hesitation to get
it.
Neither of those scenarios makes for a great night’s
entertainment unless you
like to fuck a girl who’s little more than an inflatable doll
with a heartbeat.
And if that’s what you want, go get married. Ka-bom, tish!
So that’s Debbie
out.
There’s Josie, a
sweet enough looking chubby girl aged 11 but my bid for Allie’s
still holding
and I don’t want two girls who are in double figures. That leaves
Chloe, a
dark-haired, hollow eyed 9 year old with skin so pale it almost glows
or Vicky,
a chunky little 8 year old with straight brown hair who gives the
impression
that whilst she’s not new to this, she’s not seen enough to
need sedating every
night. Aside from being a little unremarkable, she seems the best of
what’s
left so I put it in a nibble in to see if anyone else is fishing for
her.
Time ticks by. A
few more girls close off and only a couple remain that have had no
interest.
Then Allie clicks up and then up again. A few seconds later,
there’s another
jump. Great. Two bidders wanting the same girl have got into a head to
head.
She’s already past what I would pay for her and I decide to let
her go.
I up the stakes on
Vicky, if only so I can have at least one active bid at this stage.
There’s not
much left and I start to wonder if Steph’s owner had the right
idea by going in
hard for her and fuck the rest. It really depends on what you want to
achieve. Sometimes
that gets the job done, sometimes it goes badly wrong. You have to go
by
instinct and it looks like mine might come up a little short.
Wouldn’t be the
first time.
The girls left have
enough time on them for me to slide my dinner tray out in the corridor
through
the prison-cell like flap at the bottom of the door (no guests are to
leave
their rooms, not even to put a dinner tray in the corridor) and fix
myself a
drink before taking my seat again.
Time passes and my
bid for Vicky’s holding with just a couple of minutes left. As
I’ve given up on
Allie, I drop a decent sum on Josie and take the lead for her.
I’m sat on the
edge of my seat now, eyes fixed on the screen.
And then, disaster.
Yet again, a head-to-head kicks in on Vicky and, yet again, her price
jumps
beyond her value to me. Even worse, if I do decide to take the leading
bid,
which I still have enough to do, I’ll have very little in reserve
should Josie
similarly take-off and Vicky continue to climb.
I utter various
expletives to an uncaring room and decide to let Vicky slide, too. My
decision
is validated when, shortly afterwards, another flurry of bids lifts her
even
higher. Ay-ay-ay.
But I still have
Josie and plenty in reserve now I’m backing one horse again. But
Josie’s right
at the edge of my preferred age and the only ones left that meet my
preferred
age range are Kim, who is another of these emaciated girls who looks
like she’s
fresh from Belsen, Denise who’s just, if you’ll pardon the
expression, fucking
ugly or the cheerful, bubbly Chloe, the one who looks like a bit like
Wednesday
from the Adams family films if she’d sold her soul and not slept
for a week.
Again, the room
listens impassively to a series of expletives.
And then, wouldn’t
you know it, Chloe starts to move.
‘How many fucking
people are staying here tonight?’ I mutter to myself and then
remember that if
I wasn’t so bloody greedy in the first place then I could be
shacked up with
one of my hot favourites for a weekend of blessed debauchery. But oh
no, I’d
wanted two companions, something that had seen me shoot myself in the
foot so
often tonight it was amazing I could still walk.
The money now sat
on Chloe is fairly silly for an emo-looking goth but, with the
alternatives
left on offer I have no choice but to put up a fight for her.
Five girls remain
if I still want two; Chloe, Belsen-girl, fugly, Debbie the junkie or, fuck, Danielle, little miss ‘I know the
risks’ herself.
How did this happen?
I ponder silently.
But it gets worse.
With seconds left on her clock, Josie starts to move and I can’t
stay with her
unless someone takes the lead on Chloe… and no-one does. Her
clock runs down
and she’s closed off. But unlike the other names that are struck
through on the
screen, hers turns white with the icon of a telephone receiver showing
against
it to tell me I’ve won the bid and that the house will be in
touch shortly.
Resigned to letting
Josie go, and with the heavy sigh of someone who knows beggars
can’t be
choosers, I drop the minimum on Debbie the junkie. She is, at least,
attractive
enough, with a body that’s just starting to bloom and the
definite air of a
bimbo about her, which isn’t entirely unattractive. Plus, if I
get her, I’ll at
least have a double and a single figure to spend the weekend with.
If, as I said, I
get her. The way my night’s going, there’s no guarantee
either way, junkie or
not.
So I sit and sip my
drink and wait. I’m outbid briefly but soon take the lead again
and I realise
that I’m almost certainly bidding against people who wanted 2
but, just to be
safe, spent heavy early on to make sure they got at least one of their
preferred choices. But whoever they are, they don’t or more
likely can’t match
me and the clock ticks down on Debbie until her name flicks white and
the magic
phone icon appears over her name, too.
Two girls bought
and the only consolation I have is that I came in tidily under my total
budget.
To be honest, with what I ended up with, I get the nagging feeling I
might end
up wishing I’d got drunk and watched porn instead. Yeah, I know;
here I am in
kiddy-fiddlers paradise bitching that I don’t get to fuck and
abuse the exact
little girl I wanted. Boo-hoo.
I flop back in my
chair with a rueful sigh. Amazing; I spent a fortune, didn’t get
what I wanted
and had to accept a lesser quality replacement because, ultimately, I
wasn’t
going to get my money back if I didn’t.
Like I said, Ebay.
It’s not long
before the phone rings.
‘Good evening,
sir’
says a soft, professional voice. ‘You have successfully bid for
two of our
girls tonight; Chloe and Debbie. Is this correct?’
I say that it is.
‘Very good. Now, how
would you like them presented?’
‘Thoroughly clean,
inside and out. No cosmetics and no clothes other than a robe.’ I
reply and
remind myself to get Linda to add that preference to my file at the
house. It’s
unlikely to change.
I hear the tap-tap-tap
of a keyboard.
‘Would you care for
either or both girls to be sedated?’
‘No thanks.’
Tap-tap-tap.
‘Now Debbie is a
heroin user. Is that something that you will be making use of?’
‘Yes it is.’
‘No problem.
I’ll
make sure she comes with a suitable dosage.’
Tap-tap-tap.
‘Do you have any
questions about the girls?’
‘Not right
now,’ I
reply.
‘And when would you
like them brought up?’
‘Whenever
you’re ready.
No hurry.’
Tap-tap-tap
.