|About the Book|
Roxanne didn’t know how it was that her friend, Deborah, always managed to talk her into doing the most insane things, but here she stood on a stage, participating in a charity slave auction for BDSM enthusiasts. She was glad she couldn’t actuallyMoreRoxanne didn’t know how it was that her friend, Deborah, always managed to talk her into doing the most insane things, but here she stood on a stage, participating in a charity slave auction for BDSM enthusiasts. She was glad she couldn’t actually see the audience because of the blindfold covering most of her face.Unfortunately, she’d gotten a really good look at them before she was masked and led down the main aisle of the auditorium and up onto the stage. She’d never seen so much black leather.If Deborah had steered her wrong, she was going to get a good dose of BDSM, because Roxanne was going to choke the life out of her.She was jolted from her fearful reflections when her number was called. The slave master grasped the chain that led to her manacles and tugged her to the front of the stage. She was displayed and received a flattering/terrifying number of cat calls and whistles. She would’ve been more flattered if she had been wearing more clothes from the neck down and less from the neck up.This lovely young slave has offered herself up for sale at tonight’s charity. As you can see, she is not only lusciously formed, but she is unbroken, which should be of tremendous interest to all the gentlemen in the audience. We will start the bid at two hundred dollars. Do I have two hundred anyone?Roxanne felt a shiver skate down her spine. What in the devil did they mean by unbroken? She didn’t like the sound of that at all. This was for charity, for god’s sake! They were only supposed to pretend to be slaves for the night.Two hundred, said a deep male voice. It sounded far away, as if it might be in the back of the room.I have two hundred. Do I have two fifty? asked the auctioneer.Someone called two fifty. This one sounded closer. The bidding was fast and furious after that. She was walked up and down the stage every time it slowed down just a bit.She didn’t know whether to be more flattered or more frightened when the bid reached five hundred dollars. It sounded like an awful lot of money just for a pretend date, even if it was for charity.