In this story, you are y/n, a bachelorette being bidden for a charity case. You move in with the person that offers the highest amount of cash. I think you know who that might be.
Another charity case. I don't want to do this, but I couldn't get out of this one. Last year, I told my mom I had to go on a trip to Florida for school that week, so I couldn't make it. She was furious, but let me go.
I tried making up an excuse for this one, but I couldn't.
I've been doing pageants since I was 4. My whole life has been based off of my looks. I never got to have a normal childhood like others. Not saying I'm different, but childhood is something that everyone should be able to experience. Unfortunately, my mother had other plans.
Every week.
Tan.
Waxed eyebrows.
Hair done.
And diets.
Diets, diets diets.
All sorts.
She never let me have chocolate, cake, ice cream, cookies, donuts, peanuts, chips, regular bread, bagels, and yams.
YAMS.
Once I got old enough, I just decided to go vegan, I thought that would make it easier.
I'm sitting backstage, in this long, black, itchy ass dress. My tits could pop out any minute.
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I peak from behind the curtain to see what kind of guys were in the audience.
Musty, trailer trash men.
Of course.
The announcer calls my number. I fix my hair and prop my boobs up a bit.
My mom told me to do that, it hurts.
I plaster on a fake smile and strut out onto the stage.
"She's *your height*, *your race*, beautiful eyes and body..-"
Was the body part really necessary? I don't think so. Half of these men look like their here for a housewife.
As the announcer is bidding, I see a blue-haired woman in the audience.
Blue eyes, soft-looking lips, and at least 15 rings on her fingers.
"10 million." she says, smirking at me.
I get butterflies. She was hot.
"Holy sh-I mean-SOLD! SOLD to the blue-eyed wonder in the back!"
Shit!
I curtsy and go backstage. I pull my phone out of my purse and call Kim.
Kim has been my best friend since 3rd grade.
"KIM."
"What? Did anyone bid this time?"
Ouch.
"Yes. The problem is.."
"Is..??"
"It's a woman, Kim."
"Holy shit-..that's a relief."
"HUH?"
"I always knew you were a lesbian. A submissive one too."
"I'm not-whatever Kim. What do I do? She's rich and hot as fuck."
"Rich? How do you know?"
"She offered 10 million, Kim."
"TEN MILLION?"
"Hey hot stuff."
I freeze.
I hear footsteps coming towards me and arms wrap around my waist. What. the. fuck.
"This dress is sexy, but you'd look better without it on." the voice whispers in my ear.
I get butterflies. It's deep and seductive in a way.
I look down and notice all of the rings. Shit.
"What the hell, man. That's gross."
I didn't mean it, of course.
"You liked it." she says, looking at me with this devious smile.
"Whatever. Can you let me change please?"
"Sure. But wait, take this."
She hands me a tiny, pink, clip looking thing.
"What the hell is this?" I ask, looking up and down at it.
"It's a..toy type thing. Clip it onto your underwear."
Toy..I've heard of a lot. I even have some of my own, but this? This is abnormal.
I put on a skirt and a short top. The object doesn't move when I walk. It just brushes up against my clitoris.
I come out of the dressing room to see the woman standing there with a tiny remote in her hand.
"So..what are we doing now..um.."
"Billie."
"..Billie."
"I was thinking we could go to my place."
Ohhh shiiit. Housework.
"Nah, I'm alright. I'll just call my mom and ask her to come get me. We can stay in touch."
"Hell no. I paid 10 million for this. I'm not wasting it. Come on." she says, grabbing me by the arm.
"Let go of me you bitch!" I yell as I yank my arm away.
"What?" she says, looking up at me slowly.
"You heard me."
"Oh." She turns away and leans on the wall.
I see her fidget with the remote in her hand. She aggressively pushes a button that makes the object in my pants vibrate at an inhuman speed.
I clench my legs together and make an 'o' with my mouth, trying not to make any noise.
"Fuck!" I grunt, as my legs grow weak.
The pain turns into pleasure.
"Ohh..I'm gonna-gonna-"
*click*
The vibrations stop as I'm left there on the ground, still trying to process what the hell happened.
"Bitches don't get to cum, Y/N."
"What.."
Billie picks me up off of the floor and sets me down on my feet.
