His Highest Bidding Wife (R18)

Liliana's Point of View $500,000 worth When was the last time I had my time resting? That I had sufficient time thinking about whether to push through things or not with the grace of God? I had completely forgotten. "I-Is that the only thing I'm g-gonna do?" I merely asked, causing my voice to be like how a kitten could make a sound. My friend, Veronica, bobbed her head at me, breathing hastily. Something exhorts me to take down the offer, but I couldn't as what is most significant here is finding a job instead of backing out. Veronica and I found one, actually. Regardless, I don't think it was a decent one to join with. Reckoning about the things that worry me at most, I fidget my fingers, a hobby I always do whenever there are a lot of things fiddling inside my head. It wasn't easy for me to work and at the same time, I never got a chance to study. My mom– who is unfortunately under cancer that I know isn't curable; we're in terrible need of money we could canvas in. I was kicked out of my job, no one wanted to let me in unless I'll accept the proposal Veronica was saying. "But that was… I mean… my mom wouldn't let me d-doing it like a p-p********e–" She groaned, Veronica shifted on her seat and took a deep breath. "Are you still going to think about that now, huh? May I remind you that all your money has been wiped out and no one out there wanted to take you as their employee! What else in this world is stopping you? Thus, your mom wouldn't know unless, otherwise, you'd tell her!" Frankly, my heart was pretty heavy and was pounding so harsh that a sheer breath could be heard inside this tiny, slim-type apartment we owned. Veronica was right. There is no other option I had on my list except for this– dancing in front of everyone, making my body for sale to raise reimburse that could cover our entire month's necessities. It wasn't a bad offer, though. Maybe because I was just overthinking. I'm still young, I can see my future ahead of me and I can foresee that this aspect might be the reason for my controversy in the near future. I tried putting a lot of things behind my head, I saw a lot of people when I peeked outside wearing black sheer lingerie– the one who manages the girls gave it to me. "All of you will come out one by one. For sure, everyone knows the drill," he said, aiming for the strictness in his voice. His name was Sweden, a gay manager that is handling us, he was the one Veronica gave me into. I was poorly trembling inside the whole room, I was surrounded by girls who were like me, wearing different kinds of clothes such as a black sheer lingerie dress, a wine red mini strapless dress, and the clothes I'm wearing. I already made up my mind. I was barely breathing when my name was phoned. Different kinds of lights are around, people are squealing as I embark where the auction is currently ongoing. Before I stepped out, I was worried about my mother. My mother has been reluctant for years and anytime from now, she may not be able to survive if she can't undergo chemotherapy. "Now, let's all witness the girl for this night!" the host asserted. "Rest assured that we'll be only giving you safe and high integrity like what our club offers. So, here's our one and only angel for tonight!" Their voices came across like demons to me. I started to touch the pole, and hoisted my gazes at them, while beneath this face was the trembling and anxious Liliana Haven Warner. "Sexy girl!" one man, probably a Japanese guy, chatted in the crowd. "Damn, she looks very young!" Sweden assured me I could get a talent fee doing this. Anyhow, if someone bought me this night, the money he'd be given me would raise fifty percent. I tried swinging my body. Thinking these men would put me above their bed all night, the edge of my eyes started generating water but I tried remaining my fragile cool intact and unbreakable. I wasn't wearing a mask, my face was disclosed to the crowd. Many people started their bidding, and I, myself, was very surprised when it all started at $20,000 until it rose to six digits. "$50,000 for this young, fresh, maiden lady! Higher!" said the host. I don't like this, but it seems like I wouldn't be able to survive a month if I'd lose this opportunity just because I think the other way, supposing it's inappropriate for me to sell my own body. One man stood from his seat. I continued making my body move on the stage until his bare fingers caressed my skin, making me flinch. "How sensitive," he proclaimed, grinning at me pervertedly. "I like this girl, I'll go with a hundred fifty thousand dollars!" he said, making everyone cheer for him. Discerning how his grin made me feel dirty earlier. Though I don't want him it seems like I have no choice but to be his property for a night. "$150,000! Higher, everyone!" The host cheerfully enunciated, yet no one in the herd broke the delicate silence inside the locale where we are currently at right now. The old man was very happy. He made a clap with some of his friends. I nearly wanted to cry, my knees started getting vulnerable and my skin started to shiver. For a juncture, I thought of doing things above the bed with this old man. One bouncer held my hand then the host spoke. "Am I going to seal the deal for $150,000?" the host yanked. "Going once, going twice!" Yet, no one spoke. It only continues for low enchantments and my hopes have already gone down. "Alright, then. We're closing the deal. One hundred fifty thousand for–" "Five hundred thousand for the lady wearing a wine strapless mini dress," a man from the crowd mumbled, making the old man stand from his seat and glare at him with an amused look. "I want her for five hundred thousand dollars!" he repeated.