Kat stood in the hot, bright glare of the spotlight and smiled beguilingly down upon the audience. From speakers at the side of the stage, Robert droned a litany of increasing numbers, drawing bids from the crowd. Kat glanced towards Robert and mouthed How much? in his direction. He held up his hand with three fingers extended.
"Do I hear three thousand? Three thousand five? Four thousand?" he droned, rapidly.
Kat moistened her lips and slowly began to unbutton the front of her white silk blouse, easing the material further and further apart, so that the bidders could catch a glimpse of the deep cleft between her ripe breasts. She smiled more widely, then pouted sexily, as the bidding became livelier. She had suggested in her office that they could have an auction of promises, to raise money for the local cancer hospice. The idea had taken off and soon she had more pledges of help than she had believed possible. They wanted to raise ten thousand and, Kat thought, they had stood a slim chance of raising that amount, until Robert had suggested that they could have a second auction, this time of more adult orientated promises. Karen had already raised seventeen hundred with the promise of a striptease and a blow-job, with her lucky boss (how made the winning bid) watching her swallow a thick wad of his cum.
Kat, in friendly rivalry with her friend, had promised an intimate evening, with the highest bidder purchasing her every conceivable service and it looked as though she would raise most of the money for the hospice on her own.
Robert was coaxing even higher bids from the audience, including the current highest from the personnel director, a tall willowy blonde woman who, it had always been rumoured preferred to party with busty brunette women, very much like Kat. Kat hoped that her bid would be bettered, as she had heard rumours that the personnel director not only preferred women, but took great delight in beating them cruelly. Kat recalled watching h... Læs hele novellen
