It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not at all.
It was ridiculous, actually. Katherine knelt there passively, with everyone watching, while Jessica poured warm chocolate sauce down the front of her dress. Katherine cursed herself for allowing it all to happen.
It had begun as a silly idea. Leigh-Ann brought it up over a mouthful of dim sum. The trays of food released their spiced steam into the already humid air of Katherine's conservatory. Rare orchids and tropical flowers always seemed to be in bloom for just such occasions as this intimate lunch between friends. The idea was so outlandish that Katherine had laughed out loud.
"You'll be the talk of the evening, " Leigh-Ann told Katherine over the steaming plates. Although being the center of attention was always alluring to Katherine, it had taken a fair bit more convincing for her to finally sign the papers. The younger woman had practically begged her to do it.
"This is my first year in charge of the auction, and I really want it to be a success. Imagine the stir it will cause as the most prominent member of the club appears as an item up for bid. We'll break every record on the books."
The young brunette was so excited, and had such pleading in her eyes, that Katherine had paused just a little. A pause was all the opening Leigh-Ann needed to squeeze in the rest of her sales pitch.
"You would only be a slave for a weekend. Don't worry, our friends are the only ones who could afford to bid on you. You've already ... how shall I say ... you've played with most of these people anyhow. Besides, it might be, " the girl bit her lower lip in mock anticipation, "it might be really exciting. I'd find it a real turn on to be a pampered play-thing for a few days."
A week later, after a fair amount of arm-twisting from her younger friend, she found herself on the auction block.
There was a real atmosphere of excitement in the room. This annual event was always a big draw, but Katherine could hear the excited whispers going around the room as she was led onto stage with the other girls. It was exactly what Leigh-Ann had promised.
Standing in front of these people, some of whom were preparing to bid on her, was a real kick. The gamble seemed to be paying off, and Katherine was pleased that Leigh-Ann had convinced her to do this. Not only was she the center of attention, but Leigh-Ann would owe her ... big. Perfect.
Leigh-Ann cleared her throat. She was the perfect auctioneer. Katherine had sponsored her membership a couple of years before, and the young woman had fit in perfectly. She wore a tight evening dress in wild colors, and a pair of over-sized glasses that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else.
"Let's begin, ladies and gentlemen. Remember, the funds raised tonight go to support our weekly gatherings, so unless you want us to be snacking on soda crackers and ginger ale for the next year, be generous with your bids."
That drew a laugh. Leigh-Ann could be such a ham. She started with one of the younger women.
There was always a new crop of eager young women for the fund-raising auction. The allure of being able to join a club like this one was their motivation. Some of the wealthiest couples and singles in the region met here to participate in the sizzling social scene of the club. For most of the members, it was an opportunity to trade in their sexual partner at the door. For these young girls, there was hope that they would find a wealthy lover, or even a husband.
Of course, they could never afford the hefty membership fees, so they agreed to participate in the auction to pay their way.
"Our first item up for bid is young Jamie, just nineteen years old. Some of you may remember her sister from the auction just last year. If Jamie is anywhere near as ... well ... talented as her sister, she's a real bargain for one lucky bidder tonight."
"Of course, we all know that Celine went on to star in a few naughty movies produced by our own legendary film maker, Tyler Madrid. Who knows? Maybe this is your chance to have a brush with stardom. We'll start the bidding at ten thousand dollars."
If Katherine had been in the audience tonight, she might have considered making a bid on the girl. Not that girls were her main turn on, but it would be fun to be the first to sample this one. And, of course, it was always a thrill to be able to outbid everyone else, just to flex a little financial muscle.
"We have fourteen thousand from Mrs. Greene, do I hear fifteen? Mr. Roebuck bids fifteen, is anyone game for sixteen?"
The girl blushed as Leigh-Ann came up beside her and cupped one of her breasts in an attempt to liven up the room. "Come now, ladies and gentlemen. A pair of tits like these are surely worth twenty. I know a plastic surgeon who would charge twice that. Thank you Mr. Holland, we have twenty..."
The bids stalled at twenty thousand. Once Leigh-Ann announced the winning bid, the girl went down to the floor to sit at the feet of the grinning Mr. Holland.
With dramatic flare, Leigh-Ann walked back to the other girls on stage, and took hold of Katherine's leash. Otherwise, she had dressed like the guests at the tables, in designer evening wear. The leash was required. It was a little humiliating, but it's all for fund raising, Katherine reminded herself.
"Our next item is a very special treat for me. I present to you my good friend, long-time member, and a fantastic lay, Katherine Christos. Imagine the fun you can have with the wealthiest member of our club, kneeling at your bedside, and willing to do your bidding. I have to point out, Katherine has a bit of a reputation as a demanding lover, as some of you have learned through experience..."
There were chuckles of acknowledgment from the crowd.
"For this weekend, she is setting aside her dominant role, and will be your humble slave. Look at this package. Turn for me Katherine."
Playing the good sport, the wealthy woman turned around to display her body for the crowd. Leigh-Ann's hand patted her ass. " She's thirty -- um -- twenty nine years old, and still has curves in all the right places. Isn't this ass the cutest thing you've ever seen? You could have it for your very own, along with everything that comes with it. We'll start the bidding at twenty thousand."
The bidding was more intense than even Katherine had expected. The Millers, Mary Holmes, and Dr. Dosanjh all fought to bring the bid to over fifty thousand. Things slowed a bit, and for a long moment, it seemed like Jake and Tammy Miller would take the prize for fifty-five.
That wouldn't be so bad. Katherine had a brief fling with Jake Miller the previous year, and wouldn't mind renewing the acquaintance. Even the prospect of sharing the bedroom with the slightly overweight Tammy Miller didn't bother Katherine too much.
"Sixty thousand, " called a female from near the back. At first Katherine didn't recognize the voice.
"We have sixty thousand from Jessica Holt. Do I hear sixty one?"
Jessica Holt? Katherine stood puzzled as Leigh-Ann scanned the room for other bids. Jessica was a new member of the club, a young business executive who had barely been able to scrape together the membership fee. How could she possibly afford the extravagance of a sixty thousand dollar weekend?
"Going once ... going twice ... and sold! Our highest selling price ever, ladies and gentlemen."
There was applause from around the room, but Katherine still couldn't believe the last minute bid was legitimate. This wasn't the way it was supposed to turn out. She was supposed to spend a leisurely weekend having sex with some of her wealthy friends, not with Jessica Holt. The woman didn't rate socially. The girl still had to work for a living, for goodness sake.
How the hell did she come up with sixty thousand dollars to throw away?
Nonetheless, moments later, Katherine found herself being led by her leash to the table of the young woman. For the first time this evening, her face went red. Everyone was watching this ridiculous reversal, as the wealthiest woman in the club was delivered into the hands of a junior member.
The look on the girl's face was unbearable. Katherine shot a glance towards Leigh-Ann, who shrugged playfully, as if saying "them's the breaks." Besides, she was already moving on to the next item up for bid.
Katherine's attention was yanked away from the auctioneer, as Jessica Holt tugged on her leash. It only took a few seconds for Katherine to realize that it was impossible to maintain her dignity while dropping to her knees in front of a girl who was years younger, and miles beneath her social circle. She grudgingly responded to the silent command to kneel. Any attempt to back out of the deal now would bring the disapproval of her friends, or worse ... the loss of her membership here. Katherine knew that as superficial as this crowd could be, they took their games very seriously.
No, it was much better to suffer this evening of public degradation in front of her friends. After that, it would be a weekend of sexual service in the privacy of Jessica's bedroom, and the whole thing would be over with.
Katherine's resolution to be a good sport was put to the test almost immediately. While Leigh-Ann continued to take bids on the remaining girls, the waiters of the club began to serve dinner.
"The question is," Jessica asked the table, " how do I get all my money's worth? I was considering having her plate served on the floor ... and I still think it's a cute idea ... but..."
This was unbearable. The young woman was talking completely above her. Damn it, these were her friends. Jessica was sharing a table with Desmond Hoff and his wife...