SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER

He valued my virginity at money, even though it was priceless.

I didn't believe it could be done. Being a billionaire, Drey Black didn't need to purchase females. But he purchased me at the virgin auction, and all of a sudden I was the alpha male's property.

But he made it nice for me.

I dressed in his clothing.

ate the most delicious meal.

and rested on a large, plush bed.

However, everything has a cost. and my virginity was desired by the a billionaire!

*********************************

Ellie

"El, you really can't wear that," my buddy Monica remarked.

I turned to face her again, a bit irritated.

"Why not?" With a sorrowful tone, I asked. I put on a fantastic pair of dark denim trousers and combined them with a crushed velvet scoop-neck long sleeve blouse. "It seems fine to me."

Monica laughed hysterically.

El, really, we're spending the week in Vegas. It's very hot, and we're going partying at this establishment that has no name at all. She said, "You can't wear what you usually wear. Please take it off."

I considered giving up completely, planting my foot, and getting stuck in. However, my buddy Monica is the one with style sense; she always looks stunning and knows just how to dress for every situation. In contrast, I had something of a frumpy appearance, was sometimes bewildered and befuddled, and had round, unfashionably curly brown hair. As a result of my friendship with Monica, I did indeed get invitations to fancy events, but I didn't resemble any of the slender minnies there.

In all honesty, I found it astounding that Monica and I could even be friends given how different we are. I'm little and round, an A student, and she's swan-like, graceful, and slender with a modeling portfolio. We thus have very different hobbies and life trajectories. However, we have been friends since we were five years old and have supported each other repeatedly through good times and bad. Consider the divorce of Monica's parents from the previous year. I served as her confidante, therapist, and anchor throughout her time of emotional drifting. If our circumstances were different, I'm certain she would act in the same way for me. Thus, while it may seem that we are very different from one another, our relationship is really far deeper than our respective appearances or personalities would imply.

Furthermore, my friend's fashion advice was even more crucial because of the way my physique evolved. For where the underweight mouse fashioned like a broomstick Ellie of two years earlier was no more, there was a woman's physique, like to Venus de Milo. I can hardly squeeze into any form of jeans because of my large ass, protruding boobs, and wide hips. To be honest, I had a hard time fitting into my jeans tonight; I had to frantically bounce up and down a few times before they finally fit, and the button seemed like it was about to come off.

I let out another sigh.

I pointed with extended hands and repeated, pitifully, "I don't have anything else." "Look at my suitcase-there's nothing else, nothing, nada." Additionally, the inside seemed unimpressive when the purple travel case was opened. Nothing too risqué or high couture, just a few additional colorful blouses and some grey pants to break things up.

Monica gave a grimace.

You didn't pack a dress, really? Something a little more cunning? Glancing over the contents of my luggage, she questioned.

I gave a headshake.

I told her, "Nope, you know I don't wear dresses that often." "I lean more tomboyish."

Rach made another expression.

She underlined, "Tomboy, schmomboy, El, you got a body now that's definitely not tomboyish anymore." "You're going to have to wear something of mine then, come on." After that, she started going through her belongings and opening the closet, which was filled with a million flashy, bright outfits-some even had sequins and pom-poms.

"No, Rach, please," I begged. We weren't even close in size, even if I wore some of my friend's clothes. At five one and a size zero, my blonde pal was your average little vixen. I was maybe up to a size fourteen now, however. Depending on what I'd eaten at breakfast or, sometimes, supper the night before, I may have been sixteen. I could never fit into any of Monica's clothes; I would shred them at the seams like a juicy tomato about to burst.

However, my pal seemed unfazed.

She pulled a frock out of the wardrobe and said cheerfully, "How about this one?"

I let out a moan. The colors were trippy, with oranges blending into purples and large patches of green sporadically. It was awful.

"No, Rach," I firmly said. "Definitely not, the mere sight of it gives me a headache."

Her nose wrinkled pertly as she sniffed.

"El, just so you know, this dress is from Missoni, a well-known Italian fashion business that is well-known for its outrageous patterns."

Even so, I shook my head.

I shook my head and replied, "I've never heard of this designer, but no Rach, it's like an acid trip." "I am unable to."

With a big sigh, Monica put it back up.

Then, how about this one? she enquired.

I halted, momentarily taken aback. Really, the dress wasn't really a dress. It resembled a band of fabric across the breast worn with a skirt, with the smallest bit of material-enough to cover your belly button-connecting the two vertically.

"What's that?" Horrified, I asked.

"You've never seen cutouts before, what?" My acquaintance gave me the grand dame sneer. She gushed, "This is an Azzedine Alaia; I adore his work." "He knows a woman's body so well, it's so sultry."

Once again, I shook my head.

"Rach, that looks more like a swimsuit; I can't wear that to a club."

My pal chuckled at that.

She said, airily, "It's not a swimsuit; the material isn't waterproof." She untied her purple fur jacket and whispered slyly, "Besides, look what I'm wearing." I gasped as I saw that the blonde, hidden under the fur, was wearing something like a violet handkerchief. The triangle was wrapped around her breasts and down to a point that just barely protected her snatch. With only a single flap, everything would be revealed. I looked in shock.

"Will they admit you in that manner to the club?" I stumbled.

Monica said with a smile, "They better." "If not, Seth will be extremely disappointed," she gushed.

Once again, I shook my head. Earlier this afternoon, several men we met at the hotel pool invited us to this unknown nightclub. Monica had zeroed in on Seth, an excessively tanned, muscular man whose swimsuit left little room for interpretation. I wasn't really interested in going out with them tonight, but Rach was adamant on seeing Seth again, so I went along for the trip as my best friend turned sidekick and constant voice of reason.

With determination, my companion remarked, "Okay, this one then." "El, please calm down; you would look amazing in this."

And for an entirely different reason, I gasped once again. She was carrying an incredibly beautiful outfit in her hands. Yes, it was an XS, but it was still really gorgeous-a silky, gold slip that glinted in the sun.

"Would you please try it on?" my companion said, thrusting it into my arms. "Come on, chop chop, we really must go; it will look fantastic."

I allowed myself into the bathroom and took slow, deliberate steps, closing the door behind me as I looked into the mirror. What was happening? Ellie Danes, the ultimate geek, never wore anything like this, so I was boring her. I used to wear jeans and a t-shirt most of the time, switching to a velvet top or a sweater when the weather became chilly. I could never pull off this kind of clothing.

Never say never, however, since I was mesmerized by the gold fabric's shine and how smooth and glittery it looked in the light. With hesitation, I undid my scoopneck and took the little piece of cloth out of my pants, putting it in front of me. Could I have worn it? Did I really think I could be anything except Ellie, the perpetual wallflower? I sighed as I unzipped the garment, stepping inside the glistening material and slipped the spaghetti straps over my shoulders before dragging it up over my hips and breasts.

I gasped when I saw the abrupt alteration as I looked in the mirror. God, I had changed into someone else. I was always curvaceous, but I kept my curves covered and under wraps; suddenly, everything was on display. The material perfectly embraced my daughters, highlighting their rich, full features and exposing the tops of my piles in the plunging décolletage. The dress also skimmed my waist, highlighting how small it was, and then it clung to my hips, the glitter highlighting every movement of my sex.

In the privacy of the restroom, I let go and laughed, humping my butt up and down a little. Under the lights, it jiggled and bounced, the cloth glistening and flowing like liquid gold over my curves, giving me a mystical gloss that made me seem almost like a halo of glitter encircling my voluptuous body. I opened the bathroom door because I was in complete love with it.

"Oh my goodness, it's just perfect!" My buddy gave me a jacket and squealed. "Now put that on, or we're going to be late for our appointment with Seth."

Shaking my head once again, I threw the coat over my shoulders. The black sheet that covered the gold seemed to have terminated the magic show, revealing no glimpse of the brilliant beauty below. However, Monica was accurate. It was time to get out and enjoy ourselves for the evening.

My pal sang, "Come on," and slung her bag over her shoulder. "Gotta roll, I already picked out shoes and a purse for you!"

I let out another sigh and stepped into the golden shoes Monica had prepared, along with a matching gold clutch. I was going to have a hard time balancing since the heels were so high, and sure enough, my first stride was a touch unsteady. I leaned against the wall and inhaled deeply.

But my pal had already moved halfway up the corridor.

She sang, "Come on, the last one in the elevator is a rotten egg!" And it made me laugh out loud. Even though it was our final year of high school and we were in Vegas for the first time on our own-without parents, siblings, or any kind of chaperone-we still felt like children. It was our last vacation before we had to start applying to colleges, which would take up all of our remaining free time.

This, then, was my last chance to enjoy myself and let loose before the grind began, returning me to my duty as Ellie Danes. I forced myself to stroll boldly into the hall, hips swinging and sashaying like a princess, straightening my shoulders and lifting my chin.

"That's right," my buddy agreed while pressing the elevator button with his finger. "For tonight, Ellie, you're a different person. Recall.

And as the elevator doors opened, I smiled.

"Now who's the bad egg?" Hurrying into the elevator, I inquired.

Monica only chuckled.

No, Ellie, really. For tonight just, you will be a different person. gregarious, sly, and extroverted. Seth's pals will be enchanted by you and fall in love with you. Each and every one.

I laughed as well. The men near the pool today hadn't been my kind for a variety of reasons, so I wasn't into Seth's buddies, but Monica was correct. Tonight, I wanted to live it up, laugh, and dance. That was it. I didn't want to lose out on the pleasure that females can have, so it was time for a new Ellie and a new me.

Ellie

Hello there!"As the vehicle drew up to the curb, Monica sang out the window. After taking an Uber to this secret spot, I peered doubtfully out into the dimly lit street. A few street lights created solitary pools of light, and it seemed as if we had driven up in front of unremarkable warehouses that were deserted and closed with no one else in sight.

Do you really think this is it?I replied, a little nervously biting my lip. Although I was aware that the club was meant to be secret, I had still anticipated to see at least a few people smoking outside and maybe a modest sign hidden someplace. or tunes. What type of club wouldn't play music, of course?

However, the Uber came to a grinding stop at the curb, and everything was quiet on the dimly lit street.

The taxi driver responded, "This is the address; this is it."

I tried to thank him, but Monica interrupted me once again.

She responded breezily, "Of course this is the right address." Seth is standing over there!She exclaimed, throwing her head out the window, her long blonde hair flying in the breeze as she angrily motioned at the guys. "Hell yeah!"

With a groan, I exited the vehicle. Perhaps I was mistaken, but I got a nasty feeling about this. Perhaps there would be a spectacular party inside the large warehouse door when it opened, with lovely people mingling-the men in smart casual attire, the women in elegant gowns.

However, Seth didn't meet my standards for a handsome man. His clothes was beyond strange, but his looks were fine. The guy looked like a carnival barker because of his blue velvet jacket with blue ribbon trim around the lapels. I had no idea that such flamboyant clothing was even available for males, much alone that anybody would purchase it. However, recalling Monica's multicolored, LSD-inspired outfit, maybe these two were meant to be together. People may pay $5 to see the eccentric couple if they worked together as one of the oddities in a high-end circus. Thus, it seems possible that Monica and Seth were a match made in heaven. She was bouncing up to him and whirling about in his arms, exuding the ultimate flirtation.

"Seth!She leaned over to plant a kiss on him as she shouted. They exchanged a kiss. The two of them smooched full-on, mouth to mouth, liplocking without an inch between them, instead of exchanging the polite kiss on the cheek that would have been expected of persons who had just met this afternoon. I chastised myself, "Stop being so rigid and judgmental!" Remember, you're a new person?

I forced myself to grin prettily and wave to the few guys who were just pulling out at the curb. With a sickening sensation, I realized that my final hope of escape had also vanished as our Uber shot off. But that's not possible, I told myself firmly. With only a stroke of my keyboard, I could easily call Uber or Lyft using my mobile phone. I forced myself to straighten up and put a happy grin on my face.

I choked out a hello in the hopes of sounding like a femme fatale. Nice try, haha. My throat tightened right away, and I gave a little cough.

"Oh, you remember this Ellie from today?Monica remarked, pointing at me. "From the pool." It's possible that they didn't remember me all that well since I was quiet at the cabana, listening while drinking my drink, and my companion was like a beam of sunshine, chattering and having fun.

"Of course, of course, cara," roared Seth as he tightened his embrace around Monica's waist. "And you recall my pals Yannis and Enzo?"