a three-piece Armani suit, he raised his bidding paddle and donated five million dollars to Humans Against Harming Animals in exchange for one night with Justine.
Justine Van De Shire wore a stunning black strapless dress, hugging her curves impeccably. With shiny dark hair and a red-lipped smile, she seemed poised throughout the auction, but we want to know what’s going to happen when this virgin drops her panties and spreads her legs... because for five million dollars, we here at EXPOSÉ, are guessing her pussy must be pretty magical!
We don’t know anything about Luther Morris yet, but tonight we’re going to be digging up any dirt we can find... not as exciting as unicorn sex but hopefully just as juicy!
Chapter 4
Justine
“You did great.” Eileen says as she leads me toward the dressing room where I have my luggage stowed. I’ll grab it and head to the limo waiting for me. My bidder will meet me at the hotel.
“I can’t believe I raised five million dollars. I was hoping for one. But five?” I shake my head, incredulous at the sum. “I know so many people think this is trashy, but think of the land we are protecting, the animals we’re saving.” I wrap my arms around Eileen. “Thank you for everything you did to make this a success.”
“I had nothing to do with this,” Eileen says.
I shake my head. “Eileen, you have a lot to do with this. No way could I have organized this without you.”
Eileen never takes a compliment; instead, she changes the subject, waving her phone at me. “Your father and mother have been calling me nonstop wanting an update. I have to let them know how this all went.”
I nod, understanding. My parents, obviously, didn’t fly up to see their only daughter get auctioned off.
My parents taught me at an early age that not everyone in the world needs to agree with your choices. At the end of the day, you only have to live with yourself. My parents have gotten a lot of flack over the years for the business they’ve built.
But they’ve done their work with integrity and pride. They’ve treated employees well and given lots of people jobs with fair pay and benefits.
“Okay,” I say. “Tell them I’m fine and to please not call me until tomorrow. I just can’t really talk about my deflowering with my mom and dad.”
“I understand,” Eileen says laughing. She’s worked with our family for the last fifteen years and knows our dynamics all too well.
We may be a close family who can frankly discuss sex, but some things are a little too close for comfort.
“I’m just going to grab my things. Is the car here?” I ask.
“It is, and just so you know, the winning bidder, Luther Morris, is a distinguished gentleman based in Anchorage. He’s an unmarried multimillionaire.”
“Good, I definitely don’t want to start any marital problems with this stunt.”
Eileen nods, knowing that was one of my big concerns about this.
“All right then, good luck,” she tells me.
I nod and start to walk away but then I turn and call back to her, not ready to say goodbye.
“Eileen, maybe this is weird, but do but you have any advice? For tonight?”
No matter how seriously I’ve taken this endeavor, I’m realizing I’m actually a little nervous. Now the auction is over and the only thing left to do is the deed.
“My biggest suggestion is to relax,” Eileen says, squeezing my arm. “And trust yourself. Let go and remember why you doing this. Remember the mission statement you wrote when you first contacted HAHA about doing this?”
“I remember. But saying something and actually doing it are two different things. Truth is, I’m nervous.”
“That makes sense, Justine, but just remember, when you wake up tomorrow not much will have changed. You’re worth a hell of a lot more than your virginity.”
I pull Eileen into a hug. The Van De Shires aren’t exactly touchy-feely people, but this moment is so uncharted that I don’t think there are any rules anymore.
“The limo is here, just out the back. Would you like me to take you?” she asks. Her phone starts ringing again though and so I tell her no, that I’ll be fine on my own.
After saying goodbye, I take a deep breath and grab my garment bag and my suitcase from my dressing room.
I leave through the back entrance, and when I push the doors open, I see a sleek black limousine waiting for me. It’s started raining, which I