Irish Charm; St. Patrick's Day Romance Collection, page 15
"No, it's fine. I just got home," I answer.
"Oh good, then you have time to talk," she responds happily.
I can hear her shuffling through some papers off screen. I'm really not in the mood to deal with this, and I definitely didn't want to talk to anyone. Unfortunately, Scarlett isn't the type of person you can ignore.
She looks at me pointedly and starts talking.
“There is interest in a special auction but I need to see who all I can get to agree to participate before pushing to have it set up, because the girl is reluctant and would likely need a hefty sum to be persuaded to even show up."
After she says this, she looks up from the papers in her hand.
Just as I figured, this conversation is all business and I'm already bored with it. It’s not my job to fund the girls she brings to the club. It’s her job to provide them, since I’m the paying customer. But every now and then she calls and asks about special requests or “exciting opportunities” such as this. She wants to make sure there’s enough interest before spending big.
I have to fight the urge to yawn. I pretend to pay attention but start fidgeting with stuff on my desk.
"What's so special about this girl?" I ask, with a bored sigh.
I know the club tries to keep things interesting for its members, but I can't imagine paying such a large amount for anything.
"Well, she’s American, but here in Dublin. She’s a young student named Melissa, and she's a virgin."
I can tell from the monotone voice that Scarlett is reading from her notes.
"One second…" she says, then after a few button taps from Scarlett, the girl’s picture pops up on my screen.
The photo catches me off guard, and I'm about to complain until I actually notice the image of the girl. Scarlett is quiet as I study the picture. I think she knows she’s got my interest, but she says nothing.
I study Melissa's face. And then the rest of her. It's a full body shot, so I notice her curves right away. I've always been attracted to curvaceous women.
I love her dark complexion as well as her pretty dark brown eyes. My cock jumps up, hungry for a taste of this voluptuous goddess.
After a few minutes of staring at her picture, I tell Scarlett, without even asking the price or terms, "Okay, I'm in."
She chuckles softly.
"I figured you would be," she replies.
"I'll pay her enticement fee as well," I announce, while saving her picture to my computer.
"I knew you would," Scarlett says, while making a note of it anyway. "I'll call you back soon with more information."
“Alright,” I say and then we both hang up.
After the call is over, I sit there and stare at the picture of Melissa on my computer for a while longer. I wonder what type of person she is. Scarlett mentioned her being a virgin. Obviously, she's dated, everyone has. But I wonder if she’s tried anything.
I start to fantasize about that. About her being shy, but me being able to convince her to do whatever I want.
I take my cock – now fully hard at the thought of Melissa – out of my pants and start to play with myself as I picture her naked in my bed. She's hesitant but she wants me so bad. I want her as well.
I start to imagine the way it would feel to touch her body. To run my hands up and down all of her curves. I picture her brown eyes smoldering with desire for me. Instead of my hand, I imagine that its hers touching my cock. I wonder if she's ever touched one before.
I can almost feel her mouth on me, but that's not enough. I imagine laying her in bed, and the power that I would feel as I lay over her and enter her for the first time. I would be the only one to ever dominate her. Those feelings, that rush, turn me on more than anything. I imagine her crying out, begging me to fuck her for her very first time. I love the sound of her voice as she calls my name.
I sit at the desk in my office playing with myself as I imagine all this. I can't erase the image of her from my mind. I will pay whatever it takes to have her. I need to be the only one to be inside her. This thought turns me on so much that I cum in my hand.
Then I leave the office and go to take a shower. After washing, I notice that I feel different. I don't feel tired anymore. My feeling of depression seems to have lifted a little. I feel a little more enthusiastic about things, including work.
As I go to the kitchen to get a snack, I find myself wondering what school she goes to? Scarlett had said it's in Dublin.
I try to shake thoughts of her from my head, but I can't. I picture her dark eyes twinkling at me, just like in my fantasy. I imagine her curves pressed against me once more. I clear my throat and heat up some food and then I take it into my office.
I'll focus on work in a minute, I tell myself. After a few bites of food, I look at her picture again, even though her face is permanently etched in my mind already.
I decide to skip the trip to the club later. I don't need it.
After our conversation earlier, I'm actually anxious for Scarlett’s follow-up call about the auction now. I tell myself to calm down and force down some more food.
I think about some of the problems the manager at the distillery mentioned and start writing out a few solutions to them. I'll probably have to end up scheduling a meeting with him about all of this.
Eventually I become so engrossed in work that I forget about my food. By the time I remember to eat it later, its already cold.
But I don’t really care, because I was glad to have an escape from my thoughts.
I know that as soon as I can claim Melissa as my own, everything will start to feel a lot better.
Chapter 5 - Melissa
I'm at the house by myself again. My host family have all left to work and school. I've been sitting at the computer most of the day and I've been online the whole time trying to find extra jobs or side gigs to earn more money for the tuition.
So far, I have found nothing. This is so frustrating. I get up from the computer to stretch and use the bathroom. I needed a break. My eyes were getting tired from staring at the screen.
The phone starts ringing while I'm in the bathroom.
That just seems to be how it always goes for me.
"Yeah, I'm coming," I complain at the noise. It's a pain when you're interrupted in the bathroom.
After washing my hands, I run and grab the phone.
"Hello?" I ask.
It's Sheila again.
"Finally, I was just about to hang up,” she complains.
"Sorry, I was in the bathroom," I apologize.
I hold the phone to my ear, then sit back at the computer to finish my job search.
"So, I was just calling to tell you that I found an auction for you. Do you have a pen so I can give you the address to the club where it's going to be?" she asks.
My mouth hangs open in shock. I was not prepared for this conversation.
"Honestly, I don't think I can do something like this. I'm just not ready," I confess to her.
I'm honestly not prepared, and I don't know if I ever will be able to do something like that.
Sheila snorts over the phone.
"It's not a big deal. You don't have to go all the way. These auctions are designed for the ladies’ choice, so you can auction off anything you want, even just a date," she explains calmly.
This makes me feel better. Sheila sounds very knowledgeable about the whole thing, and as my friend, I know that she would never lie to me.
Sheila rambles on.
"I will admit something to you though; it can be very freeing to lose your virginity, especially to an older, experienced man who knows what he’s doing. I never thought it would be so great, until I tried it."
She dissolves into a fit of giggles. Her boldness doesn't surprise me. She's always been a little more adventurous than I am.
I laugh with her and tell her, "I can’t imagine what that would be like and can’t believe we are even talking about it."
Sheila clears her throat.
"Well, I thought you should know that the auctions are happening tonight. If you want to make your money, then you better hurry up and get to the club because tonight is your only chance."
“Tonight?” I ask, shocked. “But it’s St. Patrick’s Day!”
It’s not like I had any plans, anyway, being as broke as I am. But suddenly, I feel incredibly pressured into doing this.
“Yes, tonight,” Sheila repeats. “It’s a St. Patrick’s Day auction. That’s the whole point.”
Well, far be it for me to not know that some people celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by buying virgins at a secret club.
I sigh and close my internet browser. That job search was a complete waste of time.
And I can’t help but remember how badly I still need money.
"Okay, fine, what should I wear then?" I ask her, with a sigh.
I really don't feel like doing this, but I have to.
"That's the spirit!" Sheila cheers over the phone, with a laugh.
I don't join in on her enthusiasm.
After a second Sheila, tells me, "you definitely want to wear something sexy like a black dress, but with easy access, because sometimes things get a bit wild and freaky in these clubs."
I'm upstairs going through my clothes. Her words make me pause in concern.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, a little worried.
"Nothing, it's not important," she replies in a dismissive tone. "Now hurry up and get a move on."
She really does like to be bossy sometimes.
"I am, don't rush me," I complain back at her, and we both laugh.
"Good luck. I really think you’re going to like it. Call me later and tell me how it goes," she says, then hangs up so I can get ready.
I put the phone down and pull out the only sexy black dress I own.
As I'm getting ready, my mind starts racing to different thoughts. I think about what Sheila said, and start to wonder what kind of club this is. I picture men and women paying money to make out. The thought gets me a little wet.
Even though I'm a virgin, I dated a couple of times, and I have thought briefly in the past about what my first time would be like. I tell myself that I'm only doing this for the money, but there's a little part of me that's curious about what all could happen tonight.
Once I arrive at the club later, I’m shown inside. A woman immediately approaches me and asks, "Melissa?"
I'm a little nervous, so I reply "yes?" in a shaky voice.
I clear my throat softly. She introduces herself as Scarlett. I remember her from our phone conversation.
"I was worried that you weren't going to show up. You're going to be next on stage," she explains.
She checks her notes on the notepad that she holds in her hands. I start to feel nervous and panicky again.
I look towards the stage and am shocked to see a woman up there who is being undressed while a man is running his hand over her body. Sheila wasn't kidding about these things getting crazy.
Scarlett is talking to someone about me going next. Out of curiosity, I look out at the audience and see another man, in the front row, who looks gorgeous. The guy on stage is talking to him, but he’s shrugging and not paying attention to what he's saying. I can't stop staring at him.
Eventually, he glances my way and our eyes lock. I feel a shiver run through my entire body. This might sound crazy, but I really hope this is the guy who buys me. I don't want anyone else but him. I can't picture anyone else with me except for him.
Eventually, we break eye contact and look away. I take a deep breath, but I feel like I need cold air after his stare. Nobody has ever had an effect on me like that.
I look anxiously at Scarlett and at the couple on stage. Now I'm actually a little excited for my turn.
Though Scarlett told me everything beforehand, I'm still waiting for her explanation of how this is going to happen. It's a lot to wrap my head around. I just want to get it over with, although part of me really wants to take things slow and enjoy things with this handsome man who can’t stop staring at me.
Chapter 6 - Finnegan
"I will not pout," I keep reminding myself, but I can't help it.
I'm in a bad mood and I'm angry about everything. I keep glancing at the door every few seconds to see if Melissa shows up, but so far, I haven't seen her. I'm mad at Scarlett for getting my hopes up about meeting her tonight. I was anxious the whole day while I was getting ready and driving over here.
There was no way I was missing my chance at being with her. I hope Scarlett and her source are right and this girl actually shows up; otherwise, tonight is a complete waste of my time.
I still haven't been too successful at shaking off that depression I have been feeling. That's another reason I'm in a bad mood tonight. Looking at Melissa's picture helped a little, but in some ways it added to the stress of wondering whether she would show up or not and the kinds of things we would be able to do.
It's just too much to think about. I try to breathe and look at the door again, willing her to show up. Yeah, no such luck yet.
Scarlett has already assured me multiple times tonight that her contact confirmed that Melissa would be here, but as each second passes, I'm finding it more difficult to believe her. I shift around in my seat, feeling so agitated.
I'm tempted to leave if she doesn't show up. She was the only reason for me being here tonight. I have no interest in any of the other women who are here. I look around at the other people here and see that not even the other men bidding are decent looking. I'm not trying to sound conceited; I'm just being honest.
I arrived with my friend James. Right now, he calls out my name and keeps trying to get my attention.
He is the one who is up on stage right now. He keeps bidding and playing with this girl. He's inviting me up there to do the same, but I'm just not interested. That girl is definitely not my type, now that I have seen Melissa.
I keep ignoring him, and waving him away, but he still keeps asking me to come up there with him. I know he’s just enjoying himself, but it's still frustrating me. He can't understand what I'm going through right now. I don't think that anyone can.
My mind is too preoccupied. It's full of thoughts of one girl, and she is the only one I want to see right now. I give an impatient sigh and turn to glare at Scarlett. She is busy talking to some of the other girls, so she’s not paying attention to me.
That frustrates me as well. I don't like being kept waiting. I feel like she teased me with the promise of Melissa, just to let me down about it all.
I'm seriously thinking about getting up and leaving when I see her walk through the door. I can tell it’s her by her gorgeous eyes and stunning curves. My cock gets instantly hard.
She doesn't notice me right away, so I watch her talk to Scarlett for a few minutes. My throat goes dry as my eyes rake over her curvaceous body. It's so different, seeing her in person. Much better than in the picture, even.
As she looks around the room and locks eyes with me, I see her brown eyes fill with surprise. I can feel myself growing rock hard the longer I look at her. I suddenly want to touch myself so bad.
I can tell from her expression that she’s shocked by the things that are happening on stage. But if I'm not mistaken, she looks as happy to see me as I am to see her. After our intense gaze, she keeps giving me little looks. I can tell that she doesn't find the other guys here at the auction tonight attractive because she isn't even looking at them. It's all I can do not to run over there and do what I want to her.
She watches the couple on stage because the guy is now putting nipple clamps on the girl and playing with her nipples and himself. I can tell this surprises her, but I wonder how else she feels about it. She looks back at me and I can't help myself. I take out my cock and watch her eyes get even bigger. I swear she even licks her lips.
I know now that I’m going to buy her no matter how much it costs and do anything I want to her. I can't wait for her to be up on that stage. I think Scarlett said that she would auction her off next. I hope she keeps her word.
I’m suddenly out of the funk I have been in and I don't want any other girl in the world except for her. I'm not worried about losing her to anyone else because I can outbid everyone here, not that they are a real threat, anyways. From the way she was looking at me, I have no doubt that she wants only me. I hope I'm not wrong about that, anyway.
I continue to play with myself as we both look at each other. Though she keeps watching the couple on the stage, her gaze always returns to me. I imagine what it would be like to put nipple clamps on her. To play with her nipples until she’s begging me to fuck her.
I have to stop stroking myself at this thought, or I just know I’ll explode. I'm so happy that she will be auctioned next because I don't think that I can wait any longer to be with her.
I want so bad to just walk over and stick my cock in her mouth. I know she would like it. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me, and I can tell she was a little turned on by it all, even if she was shocked.
I want to corrupt this innocent little girl. Her deep brown eyes give away a lot of emotions and lust is definitely one of them. I watch her look around and wonder how much longer James is going to be on stage.
I want to go up there and push him aside so I can have Melissa up there already. At least she's here. To be truthful, I'm excited that she is here. I really wasn't expecting her to show up.
Even though I had just been mad at her, now I’m thinking I'll have to thank Scarlett for making this possible. Winning Melissa will be like all of my dreams coming true.
I’ll be the luckiest guy on the planet this St. Patrick’s Day.
Chapter 7 - Melissa
I cannot believe how turned on I am by this. I can feel myself dripping wet. I can't stop myself from watching this gorgeous guy while he’s playing with himself. The sounds from the stage eventually catch my attention and I am forced to look away from him for a moment.
