Chapter 18: Christmas Seasonal Activities

For the auction, I chose a cute little black dress with black high heels. Fenna wore her red dress, high heels, and fuck, did she look amazing. Her breasts spilled out of the top, her ass cheeks showed just below the hem line, and that dress brought back memories of the restaurant and Mom’s boss’s place. I wanted to jump her in the back room, and based on how everyone, including Sunshine, hung around her, they did also.

“You’re so lucky,” Nora said. I nodded. Fenna definitely looked the best out of everyone. I kept my arm around her waist partially to claim ownership, but mostly to feel her warm body next to mine. She wore too much perfume, but I didn’t care because I loved this brand, Poison. I kissed and nibbled her earlobe until she pushed my mouth away, giggling.

“Awards first, then the auction,” Mark announced. Twenty-four girls, dressed in various styles, but all slutty, walked together onto the stage. They had removed all the booths from the gym and set up the stage at the very back. Black curtains framed the stage, with red and green lights, and a huge white snow person on the right side. A black cloth podium, with a green evergreen tree on it, stood in the middle, with Mark and Mom beside the microphone, dressed in black, Mark in a tux, Mom in a long black gown with a slit up the side to her hip, and bright red shoes that I wanted to wear. We sat at the back of the stage, to the left, in shadow, three rows of eight. Fenna and I sat on the left side, Zoe between us, because Zoe, and Bella on Fenna’s right, and Lise on my left.

The crowd, that filled the gym, shadows to us, murmured. Dresses glittered, teeth shone, rings and watches sparkled in the red and green lights. I squinted and spotted a few people that I knew, Mom’s boss and wife, our neighbour who fucked my ass last night, Sofia’s parents, our principal, the football coaches, Zoe’s oldest brother and parents, and a guy who stood near the front, who looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him.

Spotlights highlighted the middle of the stage, but left the crowd and us in dimness. The air conditioner couldn’t keep up with the body heat, and sweat rolled down my back. The gym smelled of BO and a mix of strong perfume.

“In third place, with a total of twelve correct answers...” I zoned out, or rather, I focused in on Fenna beside Zoe. I had my hand across Zoe and on Fenna’s knee, and my eyes on her cleavage. She would move her legs apart almost to the point where people in the front could see her pantless crotch, but would then slowly close them. One older guy groaned as she did. Zoe grinned and trailed her finger up and down Fenna’s inner thigh, which made Fenna and me groan.

“I bet you will get the highest bids,” I whispered to Fenna, but Zoe intercepted my comment and said, “No, I think Fenna will get the highest bid, but I will fetch a lot. You also, I think. Zara will get the least.”

Zara, behind us, overheard as Zoe intended, leaned forward, and whispered, “Let’s see who gets the most. Winner gets to fuck the loser.”

Zoe turned, nodded, and whispered to me, “I’m going to get both brothers to fuck her. And maybe Dad also.”

“Sunshine will get selected fast,” Fenna whispered back. Her nipple popped out, but she didn’t fix it, to my enjoyment, and many others in the crowd.

“Oh, that’s right, we’re doing the Dutch thingy,” I whispered. I didn’t understand how it worked, but I hoped that someone would bid on me.

“Now, for the part of the show you all care about, the Auction,” Mom said and twirled like a professional presenter.

“We have randomized the first twelve girls that we will auction off, but the last twelve, we will auction in order of your favorites,” Mom said.

“This is a Dutch auction. Behind me, the screen will have the current bid. Each second, it will lower. When it reaches the amount you want to pay, click the button in the app. Beware, the first person to click that button stops the countdown and will get that girl, so if you’re late, well, good luck in future bids,” Mark said as the screen behind lit up with a large amount of money. So big and bright, the screen highlighted the first five rows of the audience.

“Reminder, you are buying a date with the girl. You and she will decide what you want to do on that date,” Mom said with her hand in the air, palm up, as her fingernails sparkled in the spotlight.

“Our first person, Lisa, the coach of the team, a former National Soccer player, and the most beautiful lady in the building,” Mark said.

“Remember, this is for charity. 100% of the proceeds go towards food banks. This cash that they receive means they can continue to provide and help for people in our community, yes, our community, because 90% of everyone that uses food banks, only use it once or twice because they were downsized and haven’t found a job yet,” Mom said and pointed up to the screen.

A well-groomed woman peered out at the gym. “When I went back to night school to get my financial adviser’s licence, we couldn’t really afford food.” Three children, aged eight, ten, and twelve, appeared. “I only ate every three days to make sure my kids had food. The food bank saved me. Now that I have enough, with a great job, I always give, every year, especially around the holiday season.”

The room clapped. I don’t know why, but the mother’s story touched me and made me proud that our team had done this charity event. Fun and worthwhile, the best type of event ever.

Lisa took the stage and spun. She wore a long white dress and pulled her blonde hair up into a messy bun, with professionally done makeup, nails, and radiated elegance. In the bright spotlight, her dress turned semi-transparent, with her darker nipples visible. Her ivory high heels clicked as she moved around the stage, back and forth like a show horse. I would bid on her. I wondered how high the bids would go.

A loud beep sounded. We couldn’t see the board with the price, but we could feel the excitement in the room. Each second the volume grew, one, two, three, four, five, six, my hands shook, my feet would not stay still, ten, eleven, I glanced around at the other girls, who also fidgeted in their seats, fifteen, sixteen, and the loud buzzer sounded.

Someone shouted for joy, while a lot of people groaned. Mom’s boss, who stood in the second row, exclaimed, “God Dammit, I waited too long.” His wife smacked him on the shoulder. Lisa blew a kiss to an older gentleman, in a full tux and a beautiful watch, who smiled and shook people’s hands around him. Too distracted, he didn’t notice the kiss, but he did watch her saunter off the stage and into the back room.

“Payton, sexy, game lover, university student with straight A’s in love and sexual positions,” Mom said.

Payton stepped up. She wore a black lace top that only covered her breasts, with black tight shorts that made it evident that she didn’t have underwear on. A ruby red stud in her belly button, with small love handles. Her black boots went up to her knees. Red rings and a red ruby heart pendant shone in the spotlights. Hair pulled back in a medieval weave with red stones woven in, deep red lipstick, and a red lace choker.

A loud beep, one, two, three, the murmurs grew, six, seven, eight, then the buzzer sounded. Someone purchased Payton much faster than Lisa, which didn’t make sense in terms of beauty and sex appeal, but made sense because the person likely clicked in much quicker than they wanted. Now the Dutch auction made sense. The desire to get someone will cause people to bid much earlier than they wished to, which will keep the price high. It also meant that while people could conspire to keep the bid low, their own panic would cause them to buzz in early.

Mary, in twin pigtails, like a little girl, but in a super low cut black dress, with no bra, and cleavage that she bent over to show, and the dress hemmed to just below her ass, which rode up and exposed her ass cheeks and black thong panties, six seconds. She twirled as she left the stage, and the audience groaned and clapped.

Sofia, in the cutest white sundress that showed off her darker skin, hair pulled back with a silver and red delicate chain, no bra, her dark nipples visible in the spotlights, high white heels that she didn’t let me borrow when I asked, six seconds. Ava’s parents groaned that they waited too long, and Ava said, “Dammit, they said they would get her.” Which didn’t make sense. Ava could have Sofia anytime. Although I met her parents, they wouldn’t have shared with Ava, just to bug her and teach her a lesson of some sort.

Aisling, who wore a naughty princess outfit, a short pink dress, long pink hose, red ruby heels, and eight seconds. An older Asian man danced in the crowd.

Nancy, in a short black dress with green trim, green high heels, green pantyhose, and an emerald necklace, nine seconds.

Fenna next, which shocked me. How did people not vote her number one in taste? People cheered as she walked over the stage. The beep sounded to start the bidding, then the end of bidding buzz sounded immediately. Not even one second. “Fucking Hell, I didn’t hit the button fast enough,” Mom’s boss yelled, joined by a few other men who said similar things. The familiar guy smiled and licked his lips. That lick reminded me. Shit, I remembered him now, from the SUV, when he fucked Charlotte, Charlotte’s boyfriend’s father. My heart fluttered, and my thoughts spun to what Charlotte would do with Fenna, because I knew that Charlotte had set this all up.

So obsessed with my thoughts about Charlotte and Fenna, that I almost missed Tess, in her soccer uniform and hair up in ponytails, four seconds to a woman who looked familiar. Anna, behind us, said, “Jesus, the Canadian National coach just purchased Tess. Fuck, I hope I get to meet her.”

Ada, in a cute crop top and blue jeans, three seconds. A man in a boring business suit smiled and waved to Ada, who waved back and walked off the stage.

Then me. I stood and held my hands in front of me. I couldn’t see the crowd because of the spotlights. I wobbled a bit but stayed up. My heart hammered in my head. Oxygen refused to inflate my lungs. My whole body vibrated. Buzz, one, two, my heart sped up, like a jackhammer, it thundered in my ears, I held my breath because I couldn’t breathe anyway, five, six seconds. Buzz. It ended. I squinted out at the crowd to see. Mom’s boss, no, my neighbour, no, Fin and Maud, no, then I noticed a commotion to the side. The football coaches, with the guy, the redwood tree of guy, who fucked me earlier today, smiled at me and gave me the thumbs up. I copied them, gave them the thumbs up back, and wobbled off the stage.

Did the football team just buy me? Or did the player? My pussy tingled at the idea of him inside me again. I could go another round or two. But what if the team bought me? Would I have to service the whole team, including Jeremy? I put my hand on Fenna’s shoulder to stabilize myself, and I forced breaths in and out. I almost orgasmed at the thought. Fuck, the whole team. All of them. In every hole, filled, stretched. Gallons of cum. I couldn’t wait.

Zara, in a long dress, four seconds, appeared in our little waiting area. We could see the stage, which helped distract me from the images of football players.

“You ok?” Fenna asked and kissed my neck as I melted into her. Imagine Fenna with me. The two of us, the whole team, three at a time, forced to take them all. Fuck.

Anna, in a sports bra and short shorts, three seconds.

“Now, we are down to our last twelve. We will auction them off in order of popularity,” Mom said. Mark had his arm around her shoulders, like a couple. Mom’s earrings, the ones Dad bought her last Christmas, sparkled in the spotlight. I helped him pick those out, but jealousy didn’t rise inside me. Rather, a sense of calm, of Mom happy, of Dad glad to see Mom happy.

“Twelfth, Mila, a model, straight A high school student, who once sucked a peanut up a straw,” Mark said and leered at Mila. Even Mom stared. Tall like a model, in a short black dress, gold strapped high heels, her hair piled on her head, tasteful pearl earrings and necklace, she strutted the stage, four seconds.

The back area grew warmer and louder as more girls joined us. I slipped my hand onto Fenna’s ass, but she stopped me when I tried to slip into her pussy, “Too sore.”

Nora, swimsuit top and knee-length skirt, no shoes, like a surfer girl, five seconds.

Roos, short black dress, her massive breasts and belly made her the ultimate woman, the earth goddess, who smiled with perfect teeth and somehow radiated sexual health and desire, three seconds.

Zoe, wearing a white t-shirt which the spotlight made transparent, with no bra, everyone could see her perky breasts with red nipples. A brain the size of a planet, but the body the size of a just-puberty little girl. She didn’t wear pants, just the shirt, and from our vantage point and the audience’s, showed her shaved little slit of a pussy, two seconds. The shirt bounced up and showed her ass as she skipped off the stage.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking you, Zara,” Zoe said as she joined us.

“Finally,” Zara said and hugged Zoe, but Zoe pushed her off, and tried to get between Fenna and me, but we kept our arms tight around each other, and Zoe could only get her head between our shoulders.

Lise, in a tiny green and red elf costume, complete with freckle makeup and bright red cheeks, and little green boots, four seconds. She joined us, beside Fenna.

Bella, in a matching green and red elf costume, four seconds.

“I think the principal bought me. I wonder what he’s like,” Bella said as she joined us.

Sunshine, in her cheerleading outfit, without panties, twirled and cartwheeled on the stage. The auction ended as soon as it started. Her side ponytails bounced as she skipped off the stage.

Marcy, in her gymnastics outfit, looked illegally young, younger than Zoe, did a partial floor routine as Mom called her name, to which the crowd clapped, four seconds. She did a flip off the stage into the waiting area.

Abigail, in a t-shirt with her channel on it, and black yoga pants, five seconds, stomped off the stage, pissed, angry, grabbed Ada, and cried. “I can’t believe you were right. Those fuckers. Five. Fucking Five.”

Julia, in a silver thong bikini, the small cups barely held her breasts, her ass perfect and fully displayed in the top, one second.

“Fuck, that was a mistake to wear this,” Julia said as she pulled off the thong and gently touched her raw pussy.

“That’s why I didn’t wear panties,” Sunshine said and kissed Julia, deep, with tongue, and her hands removed Julia’s top. Julia melted into Sunshine.

“Wait, are they a couple?” I asked. Why do I always find out last?

“Yeah, since last night, a record for Julia,” Lise said. A perfect couple, the perfect couple, they individually ruled the school, now, as a couple, they could get and do anything.