Unspoken Pleasure

My mouth dropped open. She didn’t really mean a million dollars!

“One and a half,” someone else spoke up.

I glanced over to Ashley who looked as stunned as I felt. I mouthed, ‘Holy shit’ and she nodded.

In the end, a pretty, slightly chubby woman in her early thirties I guessed, paid 2. 35 million for the privilege of being a submissive to an entire, very athletic sorority. I was in awe… and a bit jealous.

The Governor said, “That was very generous, Tiffany. I imagine you are in for the weekend of your life.”

“I hope so,” Tiffany replied with a big smile.

Governor Greene continued, “Our second auction has become a tradition over the past few years. A lifetime head-of-the-line pass to Le Château Club as well as to Big Rosie’s legendary sweet black pussy. A pussy, I might add, I have myself savoured many times.”

“Who hasn’t?” someone called out, prompting a roomful of laughter.

I smiled to myself, recalling being at the Le Château Club just two weekends ago and tasting that same heavenly nectar for myself. As Big Rosie sauntered onstage and reclined on a couch, my mouth watered at the memory.

“Who wants to munch on my cunt right now?” Big Rosie asked.

Lots of women yelled “Me!”, but it was Candace Carter, a TV Celebrity, whom I had seen at Le Château Club (Bedding the Babysitter Chapter 2) who quickly rushed up to Big Rosie and buried her face between her legs.

The Governor laughed, “Candace is obviously hungry.”

The crowd laughed and someone yelled, “We all are for Big Rosie.”

“Line up then,” Big Rosie moaned, “I’ll be right here all night.”

“Ten thousand,” someone yelled out.

“Don’t insult me like that,” Big Rosie scolded, as she removed her blouse to reveal her massive tits.

“One hundred thousand,” someone else called out.

“Now that’s more like it,” Big Rosie said.

“One fifty.”

“Two hundred.”

“Four hundred thousand.”

“Four ten.”

“Four twenty-five.”

“Five hundred thousand,” the same woman who’d jumped the bidding from two hundred thousand to four called out.

Rosie purred, “Whoever wins the bid also gets to replace Candace tonight.”

“Five twenty-five,” a large but pretty redhead called out.

“Five fifty,” the other bidder, a slim, young Asian woman, quickly upped the ante.

The bidding went back and forth, until the Asian sighed and said, “Fuck it, a million.”

“I’m out,” the redhead said.

“Any last-minute bidders?” Governor Greene asked. “No? Going once, twice and sold to Mrs. Ash.”

Applause broke out as Mrs. Ash walked up to Candace and ordered, “Move over bitch.”

Candace ignored her, continuing to lick Rosie.

The small Asian pulled Candace by the hair and Rosie laughed, “Ladies, there is enough Big Rosie for everyone.”

“What the fuck?” Candace snapped, ready to have a catfight by the looks of it.

“I want first dibs,” Mrs. Ash said.

“Candace was here first,” Big Rosie said, always calm and never rattled. “She can finish what she started. Plus, my second orgasm is always worth the extra work.”

“Fine,” Mrs. Ash huffed, as Candace, looking pissed off, crawled back between Big Rosie’s legs.

The Governor joked, “All good things come to those that who wait… like for the first female President.”

The crowd roared with approval.

“Before I continue, I have to thank you all for being here, for supporting me over the years, for supporting the lesbian community, and for your incredible generosity today. This next auction is, believe it or not, not sexual.”

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“But I think you will like it,” she continued. “You will accompany me as my guest at the upcoming Oscars.”

Gasps again.

“Besides being my plus one, which if you wish can include some very authentic snacks, if you know what I mean, and I know you know what I mean, you get a first class flight, luxury hotel accommodations, and access to the after party,” she explained.

“Will I only get to eat your pussy once, Governor?” someone yelled out.

“No, I’ll be an all-you-can-eat buffet,” the Governor quipped back.

“Five hundred thousand.”

“One million.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Six.”

I couldn’t believe all the money being thrown around, yet I also could understand, having recently spent an entire night with the Governor myself, why someone would pay so much for such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I ran out of champagne and headed off to get more. By the time I returned, the bidding stood at nine and a half million dollars.

“Sold for nine-and-a-half mill,” Governor Greene declared, before adding, “Carissa, you and I will have a lovely time.”

“Oh, it will be a lot more than lovely,” the drop-dead gorgeous brunette crooned. I recognized her face from somewhere, but I wasn’t sure where.

“Up next is something different,” the Governor declared. “Something I have never had the opportunity to offer before.” After a pause, she explained, “The winner of this next auction will be flown to California and take part in a professionally filmed porn movie where you will make all the calls. You may star in it if you wish, you may direct it, you may cast it; you may even write the script, although as you all know,” she added tongue in cheek, “writing a porn script requires real talent. The film when completed, can be a souvenir just for you or released worldwide. Again, that is completely up to you.”

“One million.”

I resumed handed out drinks, many becoming empty very quickly as the porn movie bidding increased, although by this time the bids were growing in smaller increments.

I was suddenly so busy, both serving drinks and being pinched, that I didn’t even hear what the final bid was. I did wonder how fun it might be to script and star in a movie about my journey from shy babysitter to cheerleader submissive to whatever I was now.

“And last, but certainly not least, the final auction is for your own live-in submissive for one year,” Governor Greene revealed.

There were gasps throughout the crowd.

“And, if all goes well, you may arrange with the pet if she’s still willing, for the arrangement to become permanent,” she continued. “The only condition for this one is that she is a lesbian and will not have sex with any men in any form. On the other hand, you may share her with your female friends and family as you wish. Please welcome… Sarah!”

It was the same woman I had seen first on the Sybian. She was beautiful and was now completely naked. Her figure was athletic, but her musculature was encased in just enough soft flesh that the effect was of a gorgeous woman just bursting with sexuality.

“Two million,” someone yelled out as soon as they saw who the live-in pet would be.

“Four,” another said.

“Twenty,” a very famous ex-teen star, Jessica Jones, who had earlier squeezed my ass, called out.

The roomful of women gasped. This bid was a lot higher than any of the others!

The Governor looked shocked as well.

Are there, um, any further bids?” The Governor asked. “Going once, twice…”

“Twenty-one,” another big movie star, the ever-present tabloid cover girl Brittany Banes called out.

The ex-teen star’s big smile faded. The spotlight had moved on as quickly as it had shined on her. “Twenty-two,” she said, glaring at her fellow movie star… both of them once co-stars in a Disney movie.

“Twenty-five,” Brittany upped, her smile wide and this obviously being about more than just the girl onstage. But she was having fun with this; Jessica was not.

“Twenty-six,” Jessica said, her glare enough to make almost anyone back down, except apparently Brittany.

“Twenty-seven,” Brittany quickly bid.

“Twenty-eight.”

“Twenty-nine,” Brittany sang out, literally all sing-song.

“Thirty million!” Jessica declared.

Brittany smiled, blew Jessica a kiss, and said brightly, “I give up! I think I’ve spent enough of your money today, Jessie darling.”

“No more?” the Governor asked. “Going once, twice, sold. Thank you, Jessica for your very generous donation.”

“It all goes to a good cause,” Jessica smiled, shifting back into fake I’m-so-nice mode.

I went over to Ashley and she said, “This is still like Alice in Wonderland, but now I think I’m in a porn version!”

I asked, an idea already spinning, “Want to join the cast?”

“What? How?” she asked.

“We can offer to be pets together to the highest bidder for a single night,” I suggested.

“No way!” she gasped. Not in a ‘No way in hell’ way,’ but rather in a ‘G’wan, you’re not serious?’ way.

“Sure,” I shrugged. “It’ll be fun! It will be something we can do to raise funds for Governor Greene and it will be something we can share just between the two of us. Plus with whoever wins the bidding, of course.”

“Fuck it, I already feel like the Mad Hatter,” she laughed.