7. Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Devon

Thankfully no one was home when the Town Car picked me up to take me to the auction. I had no idea how I was going to explain that to my brother if he’d seen me. Dane would want to know a million things, and then demand to speak to the driver. How embarrassing would that have been? I told both my father and my brother that I was spending the weekend with Summer. I brought my car to her house earlier in the day and had her sneak me back here. Luck is on my side, and hopefully it stays that way for the rest of the night—and weekend.

The ride seems to take forever. I’m anxious, but also excited. I’m eager to get the night going and enjoy this experience. It’s the first step to starting my new life. Come Monday, I can start looking for houses. There’s just a short time between me and my escape.

Once we reach the building, the driver, who introduced himself as Charlie, escorts me inside. Using his key card, we take the elevator down, and I’m handed off to a no-nonsense woman named Terrie .

After taking my name and doing something on her tablet, she holds out a bowl and tells me to “pick one.” So, I do, without question, and pull out the number fourteen. After fiddling with her tablet some more, she tells me she’s taking me to my dressing room, where someone will come by to do my hair and makeup. It all feels rushed, but maybe that’s just my nerves talking.

We stop in front of a door that has my alias on it—Kensi. I’m not sure why I chose it. The name used to have meaning to me, but for the last five years, it holds nothing but bitter memories. Yet, when I was told to use an alias, it was the first thing that came to mind. Nothing else felt right. Maybe it’ll be cathartic to use it in this sense—for the start of my new life.

Terrie opens the door, gesturing for me to go inside.

“Hair and makeup will be here shortly. Best you get into your lingerie now.” She shuts the door without another word, her heels clicking down the hall.

Okay then…

The dressing room, though small, screams sophistication with dark, rich colors. A sleek, black vanity with a pink velvet cushioned stool sits against one wall, while a floor-to-ceiling mirror occupies the other. A tear drop chandelier brightens the space, and there is one chaise lounge directly across from the door—which is where I drop my purse.

I have my lingerie on underneath my dress, so I don’t have to change. I figured this made the most sense, so I wouldn’t have to carry a giant bag or waste time changing.

I doubt I’ll spend time in clothing this weekend. I mean, I’m not being bought to sit around and play chess. Though, naked chess could be fun. Strip chess? Each piece that’s captured, someone has to remove a piece of clothing? There are more pieces than articles of clothing someone would wear, so maybe pawns and major pieces are different? We could throw in some dares, maybe? Oh, this actually sounds like it would be a blast. I hope the person who buys me is as nerdy at heart as I am, because now I need to play this.

Not sure I’ll get my wish since I laid all my personal stuff out there. I’ll probably get some perv who only buys me to take my virginity.

Because yeah, I’m a virgin. And when I was asked to list the things about me that would make me enticing, that was number one.

The fact I said I’d try anything once will also play into that… I know I’m a catch with all I listed.

Shit . What if I end up with some weird old guy with a poop fetish? I should not have said I’d try anything once, because I can’t handle being pooped on! Oh Lord, what have I done?

I shake my hands out as I pace the room, my nerves suddenly going haywire.

What in the world was I thinking? How did I think I could do this?

Panic sets in. What if the guy who buys me is seventy? What if he locks me in a cage? Why kind of virgin says she’ll try anything once? Have I truly lost my mind?

“This is a terrible idea, Devon,” I mutter to myself. I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea!

I catch my reflection in the vanity mirror and stop. I lean on the table and take a deep breath. This isn’t about giving up my virginity , I tell myself. This is about freedom; about getting out .

I’m going to have a real life after this. No more being smothered by my father and brother. If I have to spend the weekend with a seventy-year-old guy to get that, then… I guess that’s what I’m doing. Besides, if he’s here, he can’t be that bad of a person. All the men are vetted and have loads of money.

After taking a few more breaths, I smile at myself and run my hand through my hair. I can’t wait to see what the stylist does with it. I’ve considered cutting it for years now because it’s just so long and thick. I struggle to keep up with it myself.

Now feeling a little better, I tug my green dress off, fold it, and leave it with my purse, then go back to the mirror to make sure I look okay.

I figured a lot of the merchandise would choose black, so at first, I wanted to choose something different. But I look the best in black, so that’s what I went with.

My honey colored hair doesn’t pair well with many colors. Match that with my green eyes and it’s an odd pair. Black is my go-to because it looks good with everything.

I went with a chemise set because I wanted a slightly innocent but still sexy look. It’s lace with a floral design. It comes with a thong, and its form fitting, the back just barely reaching the bottom of my ass. There was an option for a garter, but I chose to go without.

There is no doubt in my mind—I look hot as fuck. Any man here will be lucky to have me for the weekend. And not only because of my selling points, but because I’m awesome.

My lack of sexual experience doesn’t affect my confidence one bit. That’s not the reason I’ve never been with someone sexually. My overbearing family made it impossible. I hated it when I was a teenager. I was embarrassed about it. When all my friends were hooking up and having fun, I felt left out. But after a while, I didn’t care anymore. It lost its meaning. Now, all it is to me is a way to make money so I can move out.

Selling it isn’t the most ethical thing to do, but a girl’s got to live. I’ve never had a job in my life, but I plan to get one as soon as I’m settled. My father questioned nothing I purchased, so I didn’t need to work.

I’ve held onto my virginity this long, and it’s more of a burden than anything. May as well make something off it, right?

I’m still staring at myself in the mirror when there is a knock at the door.

“Come in!”

The door opens and two girls who look identical, except for their hair color, walk in. They each have model-like features—high cheek bones, sharp noses and jaws. Their skin is glowing.

“I’m Macy,” the blond says with a smile.

“And I’m Lacy,” the dark-haired girl adds with a wave.

“Yes, we’re twins,” Macy adds as she closes the door. I don’t miss the annoyance in her voice.

“I’m a twin too, so I get it,” I add, already knowing where the tone is coming from.

“Thank god,” Lacy says, blowing out a sharp breath. “We won’t have to sit through a million questions about it.”

“Who’s older?” Macy says in a high-pitched voice.

“Which one is nicer?” Lacy adds in a nasally voice.

“Which one is the favorite?”

“Are your boobs the same size? ”

They look at each other and start laughing.

I say, “My twin is a boy, so I can’t say I ever got the boob question. But I have been asked how we’re twins if we aren’t both female…”

“Ugh,” Lacy groans, throwing her head back.

“Do people have brains?” Macy says with a scrunched up nose.

“Oh, they have them. They just don’t know how to use them,” I say, taking a seat in on the cushioned stool when Macy points to it.

“I’ll do your makeup,” she says. “Lacy will do your hair. Any suggestions, or do we have permission to do as we please?”

“Do as you please,” I answer.

We make small talk as they work on my hair and makeup. Though I’m facing the mirror, I avoid looking into it. I want a big reveal at the end. Before I know it, they’re done and it’s almost time to go out on stage. Another wave of nerves rolls through me, but I push it away.

Macy and Lacy wish me luck and give me a quick hug before leaving.

Taking another deep breath, I let it out slowly and turn my attention to the mirror.

Holy shit!

I need to see the whole package—together!

Scrambling out of the seat, I run to the full-length mirror.

My makeup is all natural colors, helping to keep the innocent but sexy look. My hair is done up in big curls that reach below my breasts .

I’ve never looked so good in my entire life—and I’m sure I never will again.

Whoever buys me tonight is going to be one lucky fucker.