Virginity Auction Website Novels & Stories

Confused, I ask another question, “What item are they bidding on and what does it have to do with whether or not I’m a virgin?” “Aria,” there is an annoyed tone to her voice now, “They are bidding on you. You are the treasure that will be standing on the auction block.” Her eyes roll as she explains all this to me, “Bidding for a virgin always starts at five hundred thousand dollars, and you stay with them for a month. Bidding for non-virgins starts at twenty-five thousand. The house gets twenty percent, and the rest goes into your bank account. Treasures always leave with the buyers the night of the auction.”

"Aright ladies and gentlemen or gentlevampire? Anyway the auction has begun" We're on stage and caged like animals wearing nothing but lingerie " Right here we have a blonde girl with blue eyes , her name is- not important, she's not a virgin and her blood type is A" " The bidding price is 10 thousand dollars, cheap just like her" the black haired vampire know as Mic said Vile bastards "15 thousand dollars" "20 thousand dollars" A young woman with her husband said

I could feel their eyes crawling up my legs, across my hips, over the swell of my breasts, lingering where they knew no man had gone before. A voice echoed through the space, sharp and cold. “Lot Thirty-One. Nineteen. Virgin. Full health certificate verified. Untouched. Will submit for thirty nights. Bidding starts at five hundred thousand.” I flinched. The number didn’t feel real. Half a million for the thing I’d guarded all my life. I hated myself for thinking it might be worth it. A paddle rose in the front row. “Five-fifty.” Another from the back. “Six hundred.”

Everything happens online, and if I don't like what I see I can just back out. I'm losing my mind. That's the only thought that sears through my brain as I sit on my couch, staring at the website open on my room’s computer. “PLACEBID.COM” I wish it was as simple as the name implies and it's not the internet's infamous stop for rich guys looking to fulfill their crazy fantasies, because how would you decide you would spend thousands of dollars for a night with a virgin? “Hey, are you getting into it?” Mira squeaked behind me as she came to my room all dressed for work. Thank God Miss Robson had thought it was ideal to take days off.

I felt tears burn behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "I bet she'd be amazing in bed," the younger one said, reaching out to touch my leg. I kicked at him violently, and he pulled back, laughing. "See? I told you." "Please don't," I whispered, hating how weak my voice sounded. "Please." I was going to be sick. The men looked at each other, and for one terrifying moment I thought they were actually going to go through with it. Then the first man shook his head. "Not yet," he said. "Boss said she needs to be untouched for the auction. Buyers pay more for virgins, and even though she's not a virgin, they want her clean. No marks, no bruises, and nothing that would lower her value."

Countless werewolves wearing clown masks sat in the circular stands, pointing at me, the cheapest auction item. "Give me a discount. 40 gold coins! Look at her huge belly. She's pregnant. Non-virgins aren't worth much!" "But she's pretty," the host with a fake smile grabbed my hair and yanked it back, forcing me to raise my head and show my face to everyone, "Look at her beautiful face. If she were a virgin, her starting bid would surely be more than 10,000 gold coins."

“They didn’t tell me who it was going to be, so I didn’t know it was you when I arrived here. There was a possibility it was a guest of your family because I could never, ever imagine you…” “Me…?” he asked somberly. “That you will pay a prostitute for something like that. It’s just… I can’t imagine you having to pay for sex.” “You didn’t even know who you were meeting up with?” She nodded. “Yes. But… Madame Venus did say you were… safe. Even the others there… they said if the requirement hadn’t been for someone very new and virtually a… a virgin, they would have easily changed places with me. I don’t know if that should even be comforting. But to them it was… like since I was indeed a virgin

She didn't plan for this, and just like her colleague said, she had no other way to save her dying brother except from this. Her colleague's voice from two nights before still echoes in Mariah's head. “You know there’s a website where you can sell your virginity?, I read this article—one girl made more than million dollars. Can you believe that? For one night.” She’d laughed while Mariah was up doing her morning shift. Though she is Mariah's colleague at work, They were nothing close and Mariah was very sure that her colleague would be out there somewhere laughing her ass out at her.

Soon an intercum crackles over head and a woman's monotone of voice filled the room. " Isabella smith?" the voice asked. She nodded shakily. " Age? " E- Eighteen" she felt like crying. " Where were you born?" Spain" N-New York" she stuttered. There was another pause. " Approximately how many times have you had sexual intercourse?" taking a deep calming breath she answered." I- I'm a virgin" there was a long pause as she stared into the mirror at her trembling figure. " The auction is about to take place stay quiet and do as your told". She frowns as confusion flooded through her mind when suddenly blinding lights where turned on brightening the dark room.

#ReverseHarem Three billionaires. One contract. One virgin who’s about to break every rule. Valéria Santorini was never meant for a world of tailored suits and men who command empires with a single phone call. She was invisible. Untouchable. Until she crossed paths with the Romano brothers. Three men. One proposal. A contract with clear clauses… and devastating consequences. What begins as a strategic agreement quickly becomes a game of power where every touch is a provocation, every approach is a challenge, and every rule seems made to be broken. They want to test her limits. She wants to prove she still has control. But when three dominant men decide to claim what they want,