He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

The outfit I’d chosen was white on white: shorts so tiny they barely covered my ass cheeks, and a

cropped top made of thin material that let the shadow of my areolas show if you looked too long. The

shirt had strategic rips–one above my left breast, one at the hem, one near the collar.

I looked like a kidnapped teen who had fought hard.

Exactly the point.

I added white ruffled socks–innocent. Sweet. V–rginal.

Back at my condo, I slipped on the white slides I already assumed I would lose tonight. I locked up

both places, got into my car, and headed for Club Sechs.

The driveway split as I approached. Two signs waited in the headlights: BUYERS pointing left, SELLERS pointing right.

I turned right.

A skinny guy in a gray suit stood at the door. I handed over my club card, and he let me through.

Inside, the back area glowed br Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! erched at vanities doing last-

minute hair fixes, others patting powder, adjusting straps, breathing like they were about to jump off a

cliff.

I walked straight to the man with a clipboard.

“Hello, I’d like to auction myself.”

He didn’t blink. “Name. Theme.”

“Scarlett,” I said. “And I’m a kidnapped victim who wants to be hunted, used, and abused.”

His gaze snapped up, and the heat in his eyes hit like a physical thing.

“We don’t see many like you,” he said. “Most come in wanting to be cared for. They’re hoping to find

their Dom. Or their Little.”

“I’m not into that.”

He smiled like I’d offered him dessert. “If you ever want a masked man chasing you through the

woods, I’m Daxter. I’m here constantly. Find me.”

A giggle slipped out. “Thanks, but I don’t think my guys would appreciate that.”

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His pupils blew wide. His voice dropped. “Multiples.”

I waited while he stared off into whatever fantasy I’d just handed him. When the silence stretched too

long, I cleared my throat.

He blinked like he’d come back from somewhere far away. “Sorry. You, uh, unlocked something for

1. me. You’re number ten. Good luck.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Where does the money go?”

“Half to the seller, half to the club.”

I stared at him. “So you’re saying I’m making money off this?”

“Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “A lot. I can promise you, you’re new here. You’re going to hit hard.”

My face warmed. I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’d be walking away with

half.

Half.

I took a seat and slid off my white slides. Sellers formed a jittery line nearby. Most of them looked almost identical–blondes, brunettes, a few redheads–pigtails and baby–doll lingerie in pastel colors like a catalog of the same fantasy.

Two people arrived after me in suits, one woman and one man. It startled me.

Selling themselves in suits?

They have to be Doms.

Which means there are Littles out there bidding for a Dom

That’s… interesting. I hadn’t realized it worked both ways.

From behind the stage, I watched as the Littles went up one after another. The numbers climbed fast.

Tens of thousands, like it was nothing.

One girl–Asian, looking about twelve even though I knew she had to be legal because the club wouldn’t allow it otherwise–sold for two hundred thousand.

I gasped.

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A hundred K for her.

Then I heard my cue. My turn.

Mera

Nerves rushed through me, and I didn’t bother hiding them. It fit the role. I had asked Daxter to tie my wrists behind my back so my breasts pushed forward.

He leaned in, voice rough. “You’re making me fucking hard, Scarlett. No one has done that to me at one of these. I might bid on you myself.”

I opened my mouth to respond-

And my name was called.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you’re in for a treat,” the announcer boomed. “Our next little girl is something special. A kidnapped victim about to escape–and she wants to be hunted down. Used. Abused.

Welcome Scarlett.”

I took small steps onto the stage, playing it up, letting the restraint shape the way I moved.

Gasps rolled through the room. Whispers followed, multiplying.

The lights were brutal. Beyond the edge of the stage was darkness, and I couldn’t make out faces-

only the void where the audience sat.

I needed to see my guys.

What if they weren’t here yet?

I should have texted them. Why didn’t I think of that?

Panic flicked hot behind my ribs. Tears sprang up, and when one slipped free, the sound that

answered it wasn’t sympathy.

Moans.

I dropped to my knees, staring out like I was searching for rescue.

“Do I hear one thousand?”

Shouts erupted. Numbers flew from every direction, rapid–fire. Lit paddles flashed in the dark, but the

bodies holding them stayed hidden.

Another tear fell. My chest lifted and fell too fast.

From my right, a woman’s voice cut through: “Fuck, her nipples look yummy.”

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I squeezed my eyes shut.

Please be out there.

Please.

Cots Merr

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