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  I don’t know what she means exactly. But she’s quick to explain that apparently the cocktail party was a type of sorting event. Not every person who attends gets to stay on for the main event.

  “Do you mean the masquerade ball?” I ask.

  “I don’t really know,” she shrugs. “There are so many rumors flying around.”

  I sit down in front of the vanity and examine my face. I’m tempted to pull off my eyelashes, but Caroline stops me before I start.

  “Don’t you dare take off your makeup, or change. There’s going to be more stuff going on tonight and you don't want to get dressed all over again.”

  I roll my eyes. There’s no way I’m doing anything more today. All I want to do right now is take off these high heels, peel myself out of this tight dress and relax with a bag of chips in my sweats. Being this fabulous is exhausting. But then again, if there are more festivities on the way, I definitely don't want go through the trouble of changing back into this damn thing.

  “Okay, but I’m not waiting long,” I say, glancing at the time. “One hour tops.”

  I flip on the television, and click through the channels. Caroline fixes her lipstick and checks her teeth for any stains. I grab a water out of the minibar and spill some of it on my dress when I open it.

  “Shit,” I say, patting the spot dry, without much luck.

  Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. Caroline freezes. I roll my eyes and open the door.

  “Will you two please join me in the main cabin in five minutes?” Lizbeth asks. I look her up and down. She’s dressed in a completely different outfit. This time, she’s wearing a long black dress, which cinches her tiny waist in a corset and pushes her perfect breasts up to the sky.

  “Yes, sure,” I say. Lizbeth flashes a polite but disapproving smile. As soon as I close the door, Caroline practically jumps on me.

  “Oh my God! Oh my God!” she shrieks. “Do you know what this means?”

  “No, not really.”

  “We made an impression. They want us.”

  “For what?”

  I stump her for a moment with the question. She stares at me as if I just asked her to multiply 345 by 257 in her head.

  “I have no idea!” she screams, and runs over to the vanity to check her hair and makeup and dress again.

  “Do you think we both have to go?” I ask.

  “What?” she turns around, nearly dropping the perfume bottle in her hand.

  “Listen, the cocktail hour was fun, but I’m tired. I mean, this has been kind of a long day.”

  “Ellie, you HAVE to go! You just have to go.”

  I shake my head. Given her level of excitement, there’s no way that I’m going to get out of this anytime soon. I decide to just suck it up and get on with it. The sooner this starts, the sooner it will be over.

  When we get to the main cabin, there are women everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. They are sitting on the couches, at the bar, at the tables. They are all dressed impeccably in gorgeous dresses and high heels. Some have short hair, but very few. Most fall into the model category of physical beauty - impossibly tall, thin, and fabulous. Some have large breasts, some small breasts.

  “Where are all the men?” I ask Caroline.

  “I have no idea, maybe they’re in another room?”

  After Caroline and I get our drinks at the bar, we position ourselves near the far wall. All the seats are already taken.

  Lizbeth clinks her glass to get our attention. She’s standing at the front of the yacht, surrounded entirely by windows. Everyone looks up and quiets down when she clicks the glass a second time.

  “Ladies. Thank you all for joining us today. It has really been a pleasure to serve you all.”

  There’s that word again. Serve. Is it just me, or is that a really unusual word to use. There are so many other ones like ‘it has really been a pleasure to host you’ or ‘it has really been a pleasure to have you here.’ But serve?

  “So, let me take this time to fill you in about what’s going to happen. I know that there have been a lot of rumors flying around about what happens on this yacht party and I’m going to tell you.”

  “Oh my God, I’m so excited, I’m going to pee my pants!” Caroline hisses into my ear.

  “Tonight, we have a very special attraction planned. We are going to have an auction.”

  A hush goes over the room. Oh great, I think to myself. I don't have any money. Auctions are only fun for people who have free cash to spend.

  “But it’s not your typical auction. None of you will be expected to buy anything. In fact, it’s more exciting than that.”

  Well, that’s good, I think to myself. At least, this isn’t some elaborate charity ball auction where you’re expected to spend at least a few grand to attend. I’ve been to those plenty when Mitch’s firm bought a table and expected the partners to fill it with their wives and children. Those auctions were never as fun as the organizers seemed to think they were.

  “Mr. Black’s auction is nothing like any other auction you might have ever been to or may have heard of. What makes it particularly special is that, if you choose to participate, you will be the item that’s auctioned off.”

  Wait, a second, I turn to Caroline. Did I just hear that right?

  “Let me explain. The men you have all met today at the cocktail hour are just some of the men who will be bidding in the auction. If you choose to participate, you will stand up on the stage and the men will bid on you. What they’re bidding on is a night with you to do with whatever they want. Sexually speaking.”

  “What the hell?” I whisper to Caroline. But she is completely mesmerized by Lizbeth, hanging on her every word.

  “And in the morning, you will get a check for the winning bid.”

  A woman in front of me raises her hand. Lizbeth calls on her.

  “So, how much exactly do women here go for?”

  “Oh yes, of course,” Lizbeth smiles. “Now, we don't know exactly how the bidding process will go, so we can’t make promises. But you have all been pre-selected and you’re all very beautiful. And the men in this room have a lot of money. It’s not unusual for women to fetch 80 or $90,000. Some go for $150,000. We’ve even had one who went for $300,000.”

  Holy shit. Did I just hear that correctly? My school loans for four-years of college are $150,000. Would I really get a check for that much? This seems just too good to be true.

  “And what does it mean that the men get to do whatever they want? Sexually speaking?” the girl to the right of me asks.

  “It means exactly that. Some men will want to talk and then have a little sex. Others want only oral. Others want everything. Oral. Them on top. You on top. Him in your ass. You in his ass with a strap on. Whatever floats his boat.”

  “And what if we haven’t done anal before?” another girl asks.

  “Well, I’m sure you can tell him that and he will be much more gentle. There will also, of course, be plenty of lubricants available.”

  “Are you going to do it?” Caroline whispers to me. I shrug. I hate to admit it, but there is something tempting about this. The guys were really hot. I wouldn’t have minded sleeping with one or two of them on this yacht party for free.

  “Okay, if there are no more questions, I will pass out the contracts. Please read it carefully. If you are willing to be auctioned off, please sign it and return it to me. The auction will begin in an hour. If you are not interested in the auction, you will take the helicopter back to the mainland. Unfortunately, you will not be joining us for the next part of the festivities.”

  She makes her way around the room, handing each of us a piece of paper and a pen. I read over the contract carefully.

  “This looks pretty standard,” Caroline says. I look at her like she’s insane.

  “Pretty standard? There’s nothing standard about this.”

  “Well, you know what I mean. It just lays out everything that she just told us. Plus, look at this part
here. As soon as the auction is over, before the night actually commences, they will wire you the full amount to the account of your choice or give a check.”

  “You think they’re good for it?” I joke.

  “From the looks of this yacht, I’d say they are.”

  I’ve been around plenty of rich people, but the thought of someone actually writing a check or wiring eighty or ninety grand into my account seems unbelievable.

  “I wonder why it has to be before the night commences,” I say, reading the contract.

  Lizbeth overhears me.

  “Because everything that happens here is optional. It’s up to you.”

  Now, that doesn’t really make much sense, but I don't question her. After she leaves, I turn back to Caroline.

  “I think it’s because then it would be prostitution. Now, it’s just some sort of present or a game or something,” I say.

  Caroline and I both sit there for a few minutes debating whether we should really go through with this. Honestly, I don't know. On one hand, it seems insane. An auction. A sex auction, in this day and age. We’re women. We’re supposed to be liberated and free. We can have sex with anyone we choose. On the other hand, being liberated and free also means that I’m free to participate in an auction if I want. Right? Would this really make me a prostitute? Or do you get some sort of one-night pass? I mean, I’ve had a one night stand before after a really nice dinner. How exactly would this be any different? While one part of me asks that question, another part is quick with the answer. It’s different because I wasn’t auctioned off. To a stranger. To do with what he wants for the night. That’s the fucking difference.

  “So, what do you think?” I ask.

  “I don’t know,” Caroline shrugs.

  I’m actually shocked by this. Caroline likes good sex and anything fabulous. What could be more fabulous than some hot rich guy paying double the average US annual salary to spend one night with him?

  “Are you serious?” I ask. “I thought you were down for this for sure.”

  “Why? Because I’m such a slut?”

  “No, of course, not. You know I don't think that. I just thought that you would think this is fun.”

  “I do,” she says, hesitantly. “I’m just not sure. Just something about this…sounds strange.”

  I nod. It does. It is very unusual.

  A girl near us waves Lizbeth over.

  “I just had a question. What is the auction like? Do we just stand up there in what we’re wearing now and they bid on us?” she asks.

  “Well, there’s an auctioneer who oversees the auction,” Lizbeth says. “They stand at a podium and you stand near the auction block near them. The auctioneer organizes the bids in standardized increments of about ten thousand and the prospective buyers raise their paddle if they want to place a bid for that particular increment. As far as what you wear… you will wear what you’re wearing now. The bidders do not have the right to ask you to remove any clothing or to show your breasts or anything like that. That’s for later.”

  “Wow, that was quite a thorough explanation,” I whisper to Caroline.

  “Okay, ladies,” Lizbeth says loudly. “If you are ready to participate, please turn your signed contracts over to me.”

  I look over at Caroline. It’s now or never. It’s not like we’re going to do this together, but there’s something comforting about having a friend go through something with you.

  “I can’t do this,” she says quietly.

  “Oh, are you sure?” I ask.

  She nods confidently, placing the pen on top of the contract.

  “I guess we’re both going home, huh?” she asks. “What a bummer.”

  “Well, actually, I think I’m going to do it.”

  “What?!”

  “I don’t know,” I shrug. “It’s a lot of money. And the guys are pretty hot.”

  Chapter 9

  When you are all alone and you suddenly regret your decision…

  The fact that Caroline is leaving is making me reconsider my decision. This whole thing was Caroline’s idea and it’s hard to imagine being here without her. I follow her back to our room and watch her pack up her clothes.

  “Are you sure you want to stay?” she asks.

  I shrug my shoulders. I don't really know.

  “Why don't you want to?” I ask.

  “I don’t really know,” she shrugs as well. “I thought I would. I mean, when she first came out and talked about the auction, it sounded exciting. But now, I don't know. There’s something about it that’s just off. I mean, isn’t it a little odd?”

  I nod. “It’s definitely not a normal thing to do.”

  “I mean, don't get me wrong, the guys are really attractive. And obviously rich. I just don't think I can make it up there to the podium. And what if he wants me to do something that I don't want to do?”

  “Like what?” I ask. I don't mean to be cheeky, but I wasn't aware of anything sexual that Caroline didn’t do. She has had a threesome, she had anal sex, she even went to an orgy. I’m pretty sure that she has done everything there is to do, even tried a little bit of bondage and tying up.

  I look at Caroline. She is staring down at the floor and shuffling her feet a little.

  “I just can’t do this,” she says. She actually looks terrified. Suddenly, my trepidation about my own decision starts to feel more like anxiety. I’m not nearly as experienced as Caroline and if she’s not doing this, then maybe I shouldn’t be doing this either.

  The whole experience reminds me a lot of going to Six Flags when I was thirteen. I went with a good friend of mine and she was all set on riding the biggest rollercoasters. Then she chickened out. I was afraid to go in the first place, and after she refused to go, I was questioning my decision even more. That time in Six Flags, I decided to go along with her. But this time, something is keeping me here. I’m afraid and uncertain, but I can’t make myself go.

  “Are you sure you want to stay?” Caroline asks, one last time. She’s holding her bag and Lizbeth is at the door waiting to escort her to the helicopter.

  I nod. Lizbeth has a satisfied look on her face and a small little smile. She knows what’s about to happen and she isn’t staying. I give Caroline a brief hug and tell her that I’ll see her soon. I don't actually know how long I’m going to stay on the yacht. Maybe I’ll be back tomorrow, maybe I’ll stay a few days. This whole place is so mysterious, I’m afraid that I’m going to make a wrong move and do something improper at any moment.

  When Caroline leaves, my chest seizes up. My hands feel clammy and all blood drains from my face. What have I done? I feel sick to my stomach and sit down on the bed to calm myself. Did I really just stay here all alone? How the hell am I going to get off this yacht if I do want to leave? Is the contract really binding? What if I watch the beginning of the auction and then I want to leave? A million thoughts run through my mind at a speed of a thousand miles per minute. I feel like I’m going to pass out. I lie down on the bed and close my eyes.

  A knock at the door wakes me up. I don't know how long I’ve been asleep.

  “Come in.”

  A girl who was sitting across the room from me walks in. She’s tall and thin and gorgeous and looks just as terrified as I feel. She introduces herself as Olivia.

  “I’m sorry to bother you, I’m just trying to find another person who stayed.”

  “Really? Did not many people stay?” I ask.

  “I don’t think so. I tried a number of rooms before I got to yours and no one responded,” Olivia says.

  Wow, that does not make me feel any better.

  There’s another knock on the door. Lizbeth comes in and tells us that the auction is starting soon.

  “What should we wear?” Olivia asks.

  “You can wear what you’re wearing now,” Lizbeth says. “Or you can change into something more provocative. It’s up to you and how you want to present yourself.”

  “More provocative?” I a
sk. I’m already wearing a hip hugging dress and heels.

  “Some girls have chosen to wear only a bra and panties and some even go up there naked.”

  Oh my God. My heart sinks. What have I done? Bra and panties? Going stark naked in a room full of strangers? Suddenly, I’m coming to the realization that I’m way out of my league. The girls who do this must be made of steel and have the confidence of a rich wealthy man. They must have gorgeous bodies without a single imperfection.

  “It’s really up to you,” Lizbeth says, probably sensing my hesitation. “The girls have been successful wearing dresses, pants, and everything in between. You really just want to go up there and be your true self.”

  Yeah right, I fight the urge to roll my eyes. When Lizbeth leaves, Olivia turns to me and says that she’s going to strip down to her bra and panties.

  “It’s just like a swimsuit and if it fetches a better price, then why not?”

  I shake my head.

  “No, I can’t do that,” I say. “Aren’t you scared, though?”

  “Yes, terrified,” she says, taking off her dress. Her push up bra makes her breasts look amazing. She’s wearing a thin lacy thong on the bottom. Her stomach is flat and almost chiseled.

  “You’ve got an amazing body,” I say.

  “Thanks, you too,” she says politely.

  “Yeah, right,” I say with a shrug. My stomach is not really flat and I’m about five inches shorter than she is. She seems to be all legs while my legs are kind of on the short side.

  “If you feel uncomfortable, you should just wear that dress. You look amazing in it.”

  I nod. That’s probably what I’m going to do. After giving myself a brief once over in the mirror, I follow Olivia back to the main cabin.

  Chapter 10

  When the auction starts…

  Lizbeth meets us in the hallway right before we come in and shuttles us out to another room. This is the waiting room with some refreshments at the far corner of the room. I count the girls as we wait for the auction to start. There are ten girls there, all in various levels of undress. About four are completely naked, sitting and chatting so comfortably as if they’re wearing their pajamas. Then there are a couple in their bra and panties, two just in panties, and two who are still dressed in dresses. I’m one of those. Suddenly, I feel very overdressed for the occasion, as if I had shown up to a baseball game wearing a prom dress.