Highest Bidder Sara Cate Novels & Stories

“Spread your legs wider.” She did. The position made her feel utterly exposed. Mr. Vance stood and walked behind her. His large hand smoothed over her ass cheek through the skirt, then squeezed hard. “Nice ass. Good hips for breeding.” His voice dropped lower. “Have you ever been fucked by a man old enough to be your father, Sara? Have you ever let a superior use your tight little cunt to decide your future?” Sara whimpered softly, shame and arousal warring inside her. “No, sir… but I’m willing to do anything for this job.”

Which meant this would not end the way Sakamura imagined. The bidding was discreet. No raised paddles. No numbers spoken aloud. Offers transmitted through secure channels, verified instantly. Sakamura stood behind the glass, hands clasped, watching figures rise on a screen only he could see. Evelyn was acutely aware of time stretching, thinning, becoming elastic. One of the men withdrew early. Too cautious. Another stayed longer, his interest sharpening as the price climbed. The third never spoke — but never looked away. Sakamura noticed.

Meanwhile, the bidding grew frenzied on the auction floor. "Three million going once—going twice—wait! Five million! We've got a bid for five million dollars!" Sasha called out, delighted. "Any challengers? Five and a half million! Mr. Tiger is back in with five-point-five. Can anyone top that?" Aliya hesitated. Six million was excessive for someone considered "ordinary". But she'd seen something special in this batch, especially Aria. They were intelligent, well-educated, and their horoscopes were unusually compatible with her own.

He furrowed his brow and put away his phone. Then, Katie raised the bid to 10.5 million dollars. Charlotte was about to raise the bid, but Griffith stopped her from raising her hand.

Never! "100.000$.” I raised my bidding board and all of my friends turned to me. The girls squealed in victory, Alex and Sky who laughed the most. "100.000$ by Mr. Luke Hastington." I looked at her intensely and she looked away. "100.000$ going once.. going twice.. Ms. Hailey Anderson is sold to Mr. Luke Hastington." I smirked in victory and she glared at me mad. I don't care as long as she doesn't go to another guy in front of my face.

“Position.” He raises his phone. Pink Barbie’s livestream is still ongoing, thousands of comments and reactions floods the screen in rapid succession. He fumes. “Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on with the hashtag #BoycottFordGroupUntilSaraJaneIsFired?” I blink, lowering my hand, about to speak when— “Sara lied to the influencers about the budget allocated to them as payment,” Mira blurts out. I clench my fists. For the love of God, I am so over this bitch.

I need help. “20 grand.” Natasha Fedrick, one of Brian’s friends, higher the bid. “25 grand.” another woman shouts. “30 grand.” “33 grand.” I caught Luke looking at me with a raised eyebrow. His eyes are asking me questions. I don’t know what to do, how to make this woman take part in this bid. What to do? “We have 50 grand. Anyone eager to higher this up?” Kelly asks. “Please, Brian, help me. I need your help.” I almost cry out.

Her vision adjusted slowly to the dim glow, and her heart stuttered when she saw the crowd of men seated around the stage, their eyes devouring her. And then it began. The bidding. “Two hundred thousand dollars.” Sarah’s stomach twisted. “Three hundred.” “Five hundred.” “Seven hundred and fifty.” Each voice cut through the silence like a dagger. Each number higher than the last. The men sounded eager—excited—as if they were competing for a rare, exotic item. Not a human being. Not her. “One million,” a deep voice rang out. She instinctively turned to see the speaker. A tall, broad-shouldered man with slicked-back hair and cruel eyes sat with a smug smile, his stare fixed on her like he had a

Sarah moved like she owned the room, sharp, deliberate. I gestured to the chairs. “Sit. We’ve got business.” Kat slid into the seat beside Sarah, her hands folded tight in her lap. Sarah leaned forward, eyes locked on me. “What’s the plan?” I asked, voice low. Sarah didn’t hesitate. “We make Tiffany wait. Keep her sweating in the Shed. She thinks she’s untouchable, that she’s some big shot exclusive. Even her own family buys into the act. But the truth? She’s nothing more than a high-end escort. That’s her real game.”

Moments later, he insulted her quietly, ‘Why even try to pretend to be loyal to her deceased husband when she already has a new sugar baby? As the buyers remained silent, Maia urged the auctioneer impatiently, “Could you end the bidding already?” The auctioneer nodded, “470 million dollars calling once—” “500 million dollars!” Sally finally lifted her sign and shouted. A minor commotion erupted in the hall. “I can’t believe that someone would increase the bid! Today’s auction session was really interesting. This is the best session I’ve been to in a while. The last was when Mr. Cedric was present.”