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Buying the Virgin Box Set: Volume One - Seven Days
Buying the Virgin Box Set: Volume One - Seven Days
Buying the Virgin Box Set: Volume One - Seven Days
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Buying the Virgin Box Set: Volume One - Seven Days

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She Auctioned her Own Virginity

The penniless Charlotte dreams of a bright future, but she has nothing to sell but herself and her virginity.
She chooses to auction both to the highest bidder.
What will happen when her 'Buyer' takes her away?
A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance

This compilation volume contains the following stories:

Part One – The Virgin Auctioned
Part Two – The Virgin Sold
Part Three – The Virgin No More
Part Four – The Virgin Unleashed
Part Five – The Virgin Fulfilled

Total approx 25,000 words

PublisherSimone Leigh
Release dateSep 25, 2016
Buying the Virgin Box Set: Volume One - Seven Days
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Simone Leigh

Simone Leigh is a writer of intelligent, romantic erotic fiction.Her recent erotic thriller, ‘Target’, won the Reader Voted #BestBook Award in the‘Inks and Scratches’ Summer Splash Book Awards.Although English, Simone has lived in Spain for the last few years.Here, she divides her time between working on her tan, decorating her beautiful villa, writing hot romance and thrillers, and swimming naked in her swimming pool.

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    Buying the Virgin Box Set - Simone Leigh

    Part One

    The Virgin Auctioned

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    I stand on the podium, looking at the crowd in front of me. I’m scared, trembling as I face them.

    I can’t complain. I volunteered for this, and in a few days, I’ll have more money than I’ve ever seen in my life. But I have to get through the next few days and... I’m scared.

    I’m looking at a sea of male faces; handsome, ugly, white, black, Hispanic, Asian, tall, short. You name it, they’re in front of me. The only thing they have in common; they’re all rich. Some of them are very rich. I suppose it will be one of the very rich ones who buys me.

    Charlotte, turn around, instructs the auctioneer. The clients want to see what they are paying for.

    Swallowing hard, I turn slowly around and, trying not to look anyone in the eye, drop my gaze to the floor. My breath is fast and short, my heart pounding.

    Raise your head, shouts a voice from the floor. At these prices, I want to see what I’m getting.

    I raise my head, biting my lip and trying to be brave.

    Back out now?

    Too late...

    If I did, they’d never give me a second chance and I’d have lost the opportunity of a lifetime.

    All the faces are staring at me. The auctioneer leans over to me and whispers, "If you want to get your price up, look at them. Smile a bit. You need to look young and shy, but not scared stupid. They want to know they’re going to have a good time with you."

    I nod, trying to follow his advice.

    Perhaps I could pick out odd individual faces and just exchange a look with them for a moment...

    Scanning the array of faces, I settle on a few of the more handsome, or more friendly-looking, ones. Some of the guys look quite scary and I really hope that none of them will be the winning bidder.

    Now then, Gentlemen, starts the auctioneer. We all know why we are here. Charlotte here is twenty-two years old and has been certified by our medical experts to be a virgin. Of course, the winning bidder will be able to test that out for himself. All bids are final except in the event of Charlotte herself not complying with the terms of the auction. Which is to say that she will willingly serve the winning bidder in any way he requires for a period of one week. The sale of her virginity is included in the terms. Recipients of the proceeds of the sale are: House takes 50%; Charlotte takes 50%. The winning bid will be lodged in full by the winning bidder with an intermediary attorney immediately after the close of the auction for the period of one week, after which it will be paid to the recipients.

    So, Gentlemen. Who is going to start the bidding?

    Please, please let the bidding go well.

    I can’t have done this for nothing.

    A huge display screen on the wall displays the progress of the bidding. There are perhaps a couple of hundred faces or so, actually in front of me, but I know remote bids are being taken and I see agents pressing earpieces to their heads or scanning computer screens as the bidding progresses.

    The bidding goes very well, opening with an amount of money that makes me blink, then progressing in thousand-dollar increments. Well, at least I don’t have to worry about not coming out of this with something worthwhile. My hope is that I can fund my way through college afterwards.

    One of the bidders catches my eye. He looks quite nice, good-looking...

    Will it be him?

    ... But after only a few minutes, he drops out, shaking his head at me.

    A note is passed to the auctioneer. He holds up his hand. A pause please, Gentlemen. I am getting the message from several sources that for them to be willing to bid any higher, they want to be able to see more.

    He addresses me directly. Charlotte. It is entirely your choice, but are you willing to undress at this stage, on the podium? It will almost certainly help you to bring a better price.

    "Undress now? All the way?"

    It’s up to you, Charlotte. No one is going to make you. But the better they can see what they are buying, the better your chances.

    I nod, gulping. Except for the black leather collar at my throat, I’m dressed sexily but demurely, not showing too much beyond displaying a bit of cleavage with a low- cut blouse. The hall falls silent as I unbutton the blouse and let it fall to the floor. My skirt follows, leaving me skimpily dressed in a black lace bra and panties.

    C’mon, shouts a voice from the back. Let’s see the rest.

    Oh God, don’t let it be him...

    Flushing, I unclip my bra, releasing my large, pendulous breasts. It feels no better, seeing appreciative, and sometimes calculating, looks from some of the faces in front of me.

    Slipping fingers inside my panties, I slide them down to join the puddle of clothes on the floor. I hadn’t anticipated this, thinking that I would at least be in private with whoever my owner of one week was going to be.

    Naked, I stand in front of my audience, trying to stand straight and thinking that I should want to burst into tears.

    Oddly, I don’t.

    The attack of nerves that has been holding me for the last two days is fading away and being replaced with a kind of anticipation. My trembling is turning instead into a kind of quivering.

    It dawns on me that I am beginning to enjoy this.

    Shaking my head, my long copper-bronze hair settles in a cloud around my shoulders, draping slightly over my breasts and cascading down to my waist. I am at least confident that I look good; flat-stomached, narrow-waisted and long-legged, I know that I have something worth selling.

    The bidding resumes.

    With mounting excitement, I watch the monitor as the high bid climbs ever higher. To my relief, the creep who shouted from the back of the room seems to be knocked out of the bidding early. Some of the audience seem to be there only to watch. Is this how they get their kicks? But plenty more do bid, and I see more remote bids coming in through the agents.

    The bidding settles into a three-way war between a short fat man...



    ... a tall, kinda-Chinesey- looking, guy and someone at the back that I cannot see.

    The fat guy drops out, shaking his head and looking pissed off. The bidding continues between the Chinese guy and the other... then pauses...

    Final offer, Gentlemen? I have the bidding with number 247 at the back? The hammer hovers, then bangs down. Sold! Number 247.

    Charlotte, come down to the office please, says the auctioneer. Once I’m inside, he says, Please read the sale document aloud and then sign it.

    I read the document. I agree that I am selling myself for seven days, to include the sale of my virginity. I certify that I am a virgin and ‘clean’. I accept that I am agreeing to anything required of me by my Master that does not result in permanent injury to me... It goes on. I read it aloud, demonstrating that I know exactly what I am agreeing to.

    Who is he?

    Who is my new Master?

    A man pushes out of the crowd and passes a credit card to the auctioneer. A minute later he has keyed in a PIN. The auctioneer clips a lead to the collar on my neck and passes it to the man.

    He is tall, and quite good-looking in a severe sort of way. Dressed in a white shirt, black pants and a hip-length leather jacket, his clothes look expensive but restrained. Dark, but silvering, hair frames a tanned face and deep brown eyes.

    His eyes smile as he looks at me, but his mouth does not. Nice to meet you, Charlotte. I’m your new Master for the week.

    Nice to meet you too, I mumble, my nerves returning big-time.

    "Nice to meet you, Master," he says, tugging sharply at the leash.

    Sorry, Master. Nice to meet you, Master.

    "That’s better. Now come with me. We’re

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