Teresa's Pov:
With my heart pounding. I stand at the center of the stage, the presenter is standing next to me, the lights are focused on me, but despite that, I can still see several groups of men seated at different tables.
They're all watching me intently.
After arriving, the presenter starts introducing me, stating my age, weight, height, and other details about me.
"Can you turn around, dear? We need to see everything," the presenter says to me, looking at me intently.
Upon hearing the presenter's words, I'm taken aback, but only for a moment, and after a brief hesitation, I started to turn around slowly, feeling the men's eyes on every part of my body.
I don't know why, but I feel like they're especially watching my behind. It's the first time I have felt men looking at me so openly.
When I finish turning around a couple of times, the presenter says a few words before finally starting the auction.
After the presenter starts the auction, the men remain silent for a second, and that makes me nervous.
All the previous girls had received bids from the start, but only with me did the men remain silent. I didn't know why, but it was seriously damaging my self-esteem.
"Is something wrong? Don't they like me? Do I not seem attractive?"
I think, while I wait with my heart in my throat to see what the men watching me will do. After a couple of seconds of silence, a man finally makes a bid, and an instant later another does, and so on.
When I finally heard the men bidding for me, I started to relax. The wait had only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
It had been awful having to sell my virginity to unknown men... but it would have been much worse if none of those unknown men wanted me, not to mention the humiliation and blow to my self-esteem.
The men sitting at the tables continued bidding, and I was shocked to hear the figure rise to $100,000.
"$100,000... I couldn't earn that amount even if I worked as a waitress for 3 to 5 years"
"$150,000, who bids more?", asks the presenter, scanning the audience.
"$160,000 ," said a man who looked young, sitting at a table with another man who seemed somewhat bored with what was happening. In fact, he even had his eyes closed.
I can't help but feel angry at him. I'm standing here all agitated while men keep bidding for me, and he doesn't even glance at me. Apparently, he's not interested in me at all, and that angers me, although I quickly try to think about other things.
The bidding for me continues to rise. When the amount reaches $190,000, the number of bids starts to drop and slow down drastically, especially compared to the beginning.
"$220,000, who bids more?" asks the presenter.
"$230,000," says the man who had previously bid $160,000 for me.
"$240,000," says an older man who was sitting with a group of 6.
That man wasn't very good-looking, and truthfully, I didn't want him to win. I much prefer the younger man. He was good-looking and with a good physique, as far as I could see, and I preferred to be with him tonight than with an older man.
"$245,000," said the young man.
"$250,000?" said the older man.
"$250,000, does anyone bid more?" asks the presenter, turning his gaze to the young man who had previously bid $245,000 for me.
The young man and the older man were the only ones still competing in the auction. Everyone else had already withdrawn.
"Come on, come on, please," I pleaded silently, while I looked with somewhat pleading eyes at the young-looking man.
He was the only one still competing in the bid, and if anyone could save me from losing my virginity to a man whose age must be between 50 or 60 years, it was him.
If it were another situation where they were in a bar, and he approached me to try to seduce me and take me to bed, maybe i would do it, and that would be free, not to mention that in this situation that handsome man would be paying to be with me.
"$260,000," said the young man.
"Thank God," I sigh in my mind, while I pray that the older man doesn't bid more.
"$280,000," said the older man.
"Damn!"
With no other option, I turned my gaze toward the table where the young man and his friend sat. I prayed for him to make another bid.
The young man remained silent while he glanced at his friend, who still had his eyes closed, showing no interest in what was happening.
"$280,000, does anyone want to bid more?" asks the presenter.
"Please, please," I thought, while I looked pleadingly at the table where the young man and his friend were sitting.
"Well, if no one bids higher, then this girl's virginity will go to our distinguished client for $280,000, going once, going twice..."
"$300,000," says the young man.
When I heard this last offer, I felt like I was going to faint from relief, but in an instant I remembered that the older man might decide to bid more.
"Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it," I silently pray, as I wait.
The older man appears to be considering it, but after a brief pause, he shows no intention of continuing to bid.
"If no one wants to bid more, then the price will be 300,000 dollars, going once, going twice, and sold to Mr. Saint!" said the auctioneer, pointing to the table where the young man and his friend sat.
"Saint?" I thought to myself, trying to guess if that was the young man's last name or his first name.
Either way, I feel grateful to this Mr. Saint, he just saved me from losing my virginity to a dirty old man.
After my auction ends, I leave the stage, while remembering that the reason I came here was to get the money for my mother's treatment; if the older man had bid more, it might have been better for me.
It's enough, 300,000 dollars, that's enough.
I pondered if I would really have accepted losing my virginity to that dirty old man.
According to the club's rules, I would get 70% of the money offered for me, while 30% would go to the club, with the amount offered being 300,000 dollars. I would receive about 210,000 dollars after the percentages are divided.
I couldn't earn that amount of money even if i worked as a waitress for 8 or 9 years, but now i would get it for just an hour of my time this evening.