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Chapter 4 The Bidding

Word Count: 1376    |    Released on: 26/06/2021

ngth mirror inside the exclusive room in the club that is intended for me. I look majestic

rky nipples beneath the gown which leaves nothing to the imagination of everyone. My breasts were in full view down to my waist and hips all and all the way down to my creamy thighs. I'm

is devoid of any make-up except for a bright red lipstick that is dabbed on my luscious lips. The clients prefer us to be bare-faced so that they will know if

ill be fun. I

now leaning his back on the wall just outside of the room. His silence is questionable all throughout our travel unlike ear

eling of being rejected again and again. Come to think of it, I want him to try to bid for me so that he can bask in his second painful rejection in hi

floor is all filled with glass cubicles which are covered with glass panels which served as the main partition

n start to bid for the woman. The highest money on the table will get the girl if ever more than one wanted the same lady. Whoever wins the b

could take out the girl outside the premises of the club. Th

gy? Come on, my friend, indulge you

ella

nsed the hesitation in his

What's

ars. My eyes lit up when I heard about the news. My mouth gaped

an you explain what

a tight rope right now so you should be extra

this place months ago. You should know by now how formidable and fearless I am. You can't scare me with that unfounded threats.

annot even picture his face in my mind. He's just plain disgusting. A pedophile on the look for another minors

n would that man who I have been looking for the longest time appea

are lined alphabetically. It has my name plastered on a golden nameplate which was pasted just above the door frame. I stared at th

hi

Feme

in the th

my so-called courage within my fingertips, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I

. I am doing it every week for months now but still, nothing has changed. My senses are still in h

ve been in her early twenties. Perhaps she's eighteen or nineteen. The club doesn't accept underage. It is st

w her eyes wandered around the place and how her hands shook in her lap. I'm sure as hell she's

an away from her home to escape an arranged wedding. I knew it because that has

the glass sent me a nice memory from when the time that I would casually feel this familiar coldness by swimming in my favorite r

iliar buzz filled the air. The lights went off

ng. Time to kill another

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