’m Sold For A Million Dollars To The Man I Left With Blue Balls

The stage lights burn hot on my skin as they parade me out like livestock.

My wrists are cuffed behind my back, a thin silk robe the only thing covering my body. The auctioneer’s voice booms through the ruined club’s remains.

“Lot twenty-three. Scarlet — sharp tongue, perfect body, former star of this very club. Starting bid at two hundred thousand.”

I keep my chin high even though my heart is hammering. I humiliated a man here a month ago. Sucked his cock like a pro in the VIP room, then laughed in his face, called...