I tightened that robe around my body, the silk sticking to it, feeling the cold run through my body every time they called someone in front of the stage, the women there next to me seemed experienced, only me and one other were virgins, and even she seemed determined to do it with pride.
There was no pride, even now, I didn't have an attitude like that, I was ashamed, afraid, what could I expect, which was very afraid of what could happen to me.
Keeping my virginity was never something that came to mind as a triumph, or a trophy to give to some man, I was always very focused, studying came first and at all times in my life, I had no time for men.
As I thought about which of them would want them, I saw the way my sister was when she had her first boyfriend, shaken, psychologically dependent on someone who didn't want her, this made me stay even more distant from men.
My life goal had always been to study, graduate from one of the most prestigious colleges in New York, and now I was about to auction off my virginity.
So, what 's the coldest way to lose something that means so much to a woman?
There was not much interest in meanings there, just meat being sold.
Maybe deep down I had always been cold.
They left me for last, from the corner I saw the second to last woman enter the stage, she opened her robe, dropping it to the floor, I tilted my head to the side when she walked onto the stage revealing her curves, would I need to do that too ?
After me there were a number of young men, who seemed to have an average age of 16 to 20, but they were all young, handsome men, and to all their strangeness, they happened to have beautiful women, who had not finished high school.
Shake your hips like that? When was the last time I shook my hips? Maybe when I was still living in Turkey and going out to parties with my friends, that was two years ago, maybe I was becoming a big prude.
The woman looked much younger than me, maybe 18 or less.
I wonder if they accepted underage women here?
The man speaking into the microphone proudly reported the fact that the woman was a virgin, and she liked to show herself to men, while I was wearing a pink wig to go unnoticed, maybe in a coincidence of fate I would meet someone.
I knew.
I asked Ivanka to do some strong makeup, but not too flashy, and I bought some intense green contact lenses to disguise my blue eyes.
I was wearing pink lingerie, one of the requirements was that I wear lingerie, as we were being sold as merchandise.
All this, even though it was just for one night, they said that this nightclub did not extend to a brothel, but they made a profit from the girls auctioned off to New York magnates.
Thomas was able to pass my contact information to the manager to speak to Poison.
The woman didn't seem like a person who could joke around, she wanted to have details, that no person would come to rescue me.
Although he took me to a restaurant where we talked and had lunch together, he was a man of few words.
Even though he was Poison's partner who ran that huge hotel and the entire network of companies.
This man was an observer, but he made me sign a confidentiality agreement.
Before taking me to Poison, before interviewing me, they made an agreement with me, there were numerous lawyers there, who explained that all of this was confidential.
Where it was that if I told anyone about it, I simply risked losing my life.
It was when he got up to leave that I saw the gun on his waist, hidden under the vest that belonged to his suit, that I was sure that those men were really tough.
Even so, I accepted, here at least I would lose my virginity and then leave as if nothing had happened, moving on with my life and the money.
It just seemed more and more like I wasn't going to have just one night of fucking, it seemed like a lifetime contract.
It was true that some of the money would go to them, but if I earned at least the amount that these women earned, it would already satisfy all my needs.
They would be monthly, if someone wasn't interested in keeping it fixed, I could be auctioned every 15 days, I would earn money, or I would be selected for the dating network.
This woman who went up on stage was getting a lot of bids, which started to worry me when I saw that all those men were very old, could they not be married, what would they want to do with a young girl...
There, around a corner to my astonishment, I saw Ivanka who was whispering next to a dangerous looking man, pointing at me.
Now, she seemed more interested in convincing my supposed and future buyer.
I was startled when the gavel was brought down on the auctioneer's table.
The woman smiled, happily going to her buyer, a gentleman who opened his legs for her to sit on, and a knot ran through my stomach when she shamelessly kissed that white-haired man.
For God's sake! I couldn't do that; I couldn't kiss a drooling man like that.
When I was turning my back in fear when they called me and I was pushed by someone.
A bright light fell on me, I stumbled over my feet, quickly regaining my composure without falling to the ground, I looked at what looked like a bar.
Even with some tables spread around, men of great power, I even recognized an imposing lawyer who had already appeared on television.
- Now, introducing, Anastasia is a 22-year-old Turkish girl.
All this was happening while the man started talking as I passed behind him. from him.
He showed me, with me parading, while the other men were watching that series of other women.
It was in this contract that I was able to discover some options.
All women had the option to change their name, and I did.
- In which our last woman is so precious that she is a virgin, possessing many curves...
At that moment, I widened my eyes even more when he made a gesture,
- Please dear, show me your stuff. – The man said, with all the lack of disrespect.
The object in question, in this case me, did this when he made a motion for me to take off my robe.
My hand felt cold, I held the tie, undoing it, trembling I let the robe fall to the floor, at that moment, I was motionless, I did not know what to do.
Since shyness prevented me from dancing for those men, I wasn't prepared for it, all I could think about was that woman kissing that old man who was old enough to be her grandfather.
- Honey, give me a nice shake. - One of those drooling guys shouted.
— We have a shy girl ; we know these are the best in bed.
- We know, gentlemen, that you may have a hidden whore. - Each man who was bidding spoke into the microphone.
— Turn around, kitten — another shouted.
I closed my hands, suppressing the urge to run away from there, there was no turning back,
I knew I would have to submit to this humiliation.
Now, I was thinking about your money, Melania !
A forced smile appeared on my lips, the best I could manage.
I walked around the stage, all over the stage, took a few small dance steps, stretched out my arms, as if embracing the world.
Even though at first, I thought that I wouldn't subject myself to such humiliation, I forced myself to let go.
- Now who makes the first bid? — The announcer continued speaking.
My astonishment began when many began to raise their signs, even the old man with the girl who was still sitting on his lap.
The smile faded from my lips as I noticed the signs stop rising, in the corner, I recognized Thomas, my friend's brother, he was smiling, because the amount of money I had managed to get was extraordinarily high, but the impasse was between two gentlemen, all that came to mind was drool, dentures...
- Ten million dollars. — A guttural voice echoed from the back of the bar, near where the drinks counter was, and I couldn't even see his face.
The bids were at one million two hundred, then inexplicably jumped to the big buyer.
Since I couldn't achieve all of this even if I dreamed, the place became completely silent, no one said anything else.
— Who gives more? — the auctioneer asked. — I'll give you one, I'll give you two, I'll give you three... sold to Mr. Dostoiévski!
It was at that time, when I I realized that moment, I was auctioned off to a man with a low hat, looking dark in shadow, and what if he was an old man?
I timidly picked up my robe from the floor, my problems were solved for the next few years. 10 years with that amount of money, but for that I would need to face a night with a man I didn't know.
I realized that I'm allergic to old people, it can only be because I didn't want to kiss any weak mouth.
At that moment, when I pulled the robe tighter over my body, did I really need to go to my buyer?
I refused to throw myself into his arms like that another woman did...
Luckily the focus was no longer on the stage, I turned my face and saw Thomas coming towards me.
At that moment, I clasped one hand in the other, allowing my friend's brother to come closer.
— Melania — He whispered my name as he approached, speaking surreptitiously.
- The one who bought it was Nikolai Dostoyevsky, don't call him by his first name, just call him Mr. Dostoyevsky, be submissive and you will have a peaceful night...