My heart was pounding a mile a minute the night I met Laurie.My heart was pounding a mile a minute the night I met Laurie. Or I guess you could say the night I "bought" Laurie. I had heard about the slave auctions at one of the famous S&M clubs in downtown New York City on a Friday night. I went there not knowing what to expect. There were an awful lot of weird characters there and I really felt out of place. I mean, a girl really shouldn't be in a place like that. The men made passes at me; the women looked at me like I was competition for them. There were three girls available for auction that night. After seeing the first two, who looked like they had been worked over by a steam shovel, my anticipation dwindled. But when Laurie came up to the stage, my heart leaped out! There she was, the girl of my dreams--petite, blonde, blue-eyed, pug-nosed. Innately shy. Not a day over 20. She never raised her head, not once, while the auctioneer rattled off the cadence of numbers. At $250 there were three bidders left. At $325 just two. I ended up buying her for $400, only after convincing the auctioneer to raise her skirt up, showing us a dainty pair of white panties beneath her tan-colored pantyhose, and then to open her blouse half-way, exposing a lacy, white bra and what appeared to be a pair of very well-formed breasts. She blushed profusely as she was led to me from the dais, her head still lowered. I wondered what kind of girl would allow herself to be sold as a slave to a perfect stranger, to another girl. "I live in Jersey," I half-whispered, my heart racing. "My car is outside." "You have to promise me one thing," she said in an obviously nervous manner. "What's that?" "No marks. I don't want you to leave any marks. I don't mind going with you, and you can do whatever you want to, but I don't want marks." "All right. No marks," I said. "I want you to enjoy this evening as much as me." For the first time she looked at me. |