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Asians for Auction
Part 1
"I just don’t like the idea of being auctioned off for any reason.”
“Come on, Ev, it’s for a good cause,” Janet exclaimed.
Janet was an officer of the UCLA chapter of ASA, Asian Service Association, a campus club that held various fundraisers so that they could assist needy groups and kids. After school tutoring, taking inner city students on weekend outings, visiting senior centers, and various other community activities gave the college students a sense of doing something for others.
“But what if he is a dork, or even worse, a boring nerd, or even worse, what if no one bids for me,” replied Evelyn.
Janet and Ev had been friends since middle school, and through the first half of high school. They started to go their separate ways when Janet’s boyfriend left her for Ev during their junior year. Janet thought Ev had plotted to take him away, though Ev vehemently denied it. And within months, Ev had dropped him, unwilling to let the jerk get into her pants.
In middle school, if truth be told, Evelyn was not the most attractive girl on campus. She was taller and shapeless, she had braces on her teeth, and she wore glasses. But she began to change in high school. Contact lenses, straight white teeth and legs that never seemed to end had boys that had previously ignored her suddenly staring and salivating when Ev walked by.
And to make matters worse, not only was she one of the most desirous girls on campus, but she was also an honors student.
Janet was always among the most popular girls in middle school and high school. Her body seemed to develop curves long before other girls and she had a bubbly personality. She was a cheerleader and boys flocked around her like bees to honey. She never had a problem getting a date to a dance or on a Saturday night. It was just the fact that a guy would leave her for Evelyn that irritated Janet.
Janet’s and Ev’s parents were good friends. And as Asian parents often do, they discussed their children’s grades. Janet was always a few grade points beneath Ev, and that meant Janet’s parents would pressure their daughter far more than was healthy to a positive relationship. Janet felt that she could never match Evelyn’s grades, no matter how hard she tried. The more her parents took it out on Janet, the more she began to dislike Ev. And when her boyfriend left Janet for Ev, that was the last straw. Once best of friends, the two girls barely spoke to each other in their senior year.
It was somewhat awkward when they both chose to attend UCLA. For the first two years, they would just say “Hi” and remained politely distant. So when Janet called Evelyn out of the blue near the end of their third year to ask her to be involved in the auction, Ev was more than just surprised. She was suspicious and after much pleading by Janet asked for a few days to think about it.
That was three days ago. Ev had asked around and found that the auction was indeed for a good cause, that at least a dozen girls often “sold” themselves to guys, or girls, and the only expectation was dinner and a movie, or dancing, or clubbing and to be returned to the ASA club by 1 a.m. It cost the auctioned coed nothing but a few hours of her time and many who had done it in the past found it to be a fun night out. She had heard no complaints from anyone.
Nevertheless, Ev found it degrading to be auctioned like a slave, and potentially humiliating if the bidders did not offer more than a few dollars for her. Janet was convincing, however Ev did want their friendship revived and by offering herself to help out Janet, she hoped it would mend a fence or two.
“OK, I’ll do it.”
“That is fuck awesome,” Janet replied and the smile on her face was a mile wide.
Part 2
Immediately after hanging up from talking with Ev, Janet called James, another friend from high school who attended UCLA. While James had been the quiet, almost shy guy on campus in high school, he fit the description of still waters run deep. Early on at UCLA, his roomie invited him to experience some of the big city and they made numerous trips to Hollywood. It was on one of these trips that James discovered the bdsm scene and he was hooked.
“Got her,” was all Janet needed to say.
“Fuck hot,” was his reply.
On the big university campus, it was lonely for many of the freshmen the first few months of their college experience. It was not uncommon to connect with people you knew in high school and so it was that Janet and James hung out for most of September and October in their first year. One Friday night, James invited Janet to Hollywood, “just to see a movie.” They did in fact see a flick at the El Capitan, but then James guided her into one of several bdsm clubs that he had visited with his roomie.
Janet balked at the idea, but he assured her it was safe. When he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket, she almost flipped. “Are you nuts!” she shouted, and people passing on the sidewalk smiled and giggled at the scene.
“These aren’t real, look,” and he showed her how they were play handcuffs and the she could get out of them whenever she wished. “The club has rules, you know, and just standing around and staring is a fast way to get kicked out. Come on, Janet, it’s just for fun!”
So she allowed him to cuff her hands in front of her and they walked into the club. If it was eye candy to James, it was eye-opening to Janet. Stages all around the large mail floor, with pole dancing, strippers in latex, the hottest sluts she had ever seen in collars and leashes, kneeling, bent over, being handled like whores, it was sensory overkill. After letting her stand and absorb the scene for a few minutes, James urged her onward, and found an empty table near the side of the room.
“Since you have on more clothes than any other slut in the joint, you might want to kneel next to my chair so that we don’t look too obvious.”
He was right. She was wearing shorts, a cut off t, a hoodie, and sandals on a relatively warm fall night. She looked around at the other girls, those not performing on one of the stages, and realized all of them were in various stages of undress and she was the only one not showing at least one private part of her anatomy.
So she knelt and when James reached down and patted her head, saying “Good girl,” as he would commend a dog, she cringed and gritted her teeth.
If James thought this would turn her on and inspire her to become his submissive pet, he was wrong. In fact, quite the opposite. Yes, she began to feel a wetness in her pussy, but by the end of the evening, as they walked from the club, she was not juicing in anticipation of behaving like on the sluts, but in the fantasy of having one or more of the gyrating and grovelling sluts serve her!
And she knew exactly which slut in her life she wanted to be her collared, leashed and obedient pet. Evelyn Wang.
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