Sold at the Auction: A Dark Romance

Marge hadn't said anything about it being a costume party, but half the people in the huge basement room were strangely dressed. Several women wore harem outfits. There was a dark-haired woman dressed from head to toe in snug-fitting black leather. She was wearing a bandits mask and carrying a coiled whip. A man on the far side of the room had on only a black leather jock strap and spiked leather wrist bands. There were men in tuxedos, women in diamonds and furs. A strange group, Lanore thought. But exciting. Every man in the room was looking at her. Blake Bennett sat there with his wife Marge who introduced Lanore to a few friends-a city councilman dressed like a Roman soldier and his wife who looked like dancer with nothing but gold chains and spangles to cover her. Blake climbed up on a raised platform that spanned the far end of the long, narrow room. He walked to a microphone at center stage where a little spotlight shined down from the ceiling above. "Everyone is here now," he said. "It's time for the auction to begin." The guests cheered and clapped, all but Lanore who whispered to Marge, "What auction?" "It's our club's annual charity event," she said, "to raise money for the new children's wing at City Hospital." "Oh, I wish I'd known. I didn't bring any money. "A check will do if there's someone you want to buy." "Someone?" Lanore repeated. "Yes, dear. It's a sl@ve auction." The masked, leather-clad brunette had climbed up on the platform. Blake moved aside and put her under the glare of the overhead spotlight. "Our first offering of the evening is this lovely dominatrix, perfect for the person or couple who would like to learn discipline. Lanore stood shocked ….“What am I bid?"…..

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