Kat stood in the hot, bright glare of the spotlight and smiled beguilingly down upon the audience. From speakers at the side of the stage, Robert droned a litany of increasing numbers, drawing bids from the crowd. Kat glanced towards Robert and mouthed 'How much?' in his direction. He held up his hand with three fingers extended.
"Do I hear three thousand? Three thousand five? Four thousand?" he droned, rapidly.
Kat moistened her lips and slowly began to unbutton the front of her white silk blouse, easing the material further and further apart, so that the bidders could catch a glimpse of the deep cleft between her ripe breasts. She smiled more widely, then pouted sexily, as the bidding became livelier. She had suggested in her office that they could have an auction of promises, to raise money for the local cancer hospice. The idea had taken off and soon she had more pledges of help than she had believed possible. They wanted to raise ten thousand and, Kat thought, they had stood a slim chance of raising that amount, until Robert had suggested that they could have a second auction, this time of more adult orientated promises. Karen had already raised seventeen hundred with the promise of a striptease and a blow-job, with her lucky boss (how made the winning bid) watching her swallow a thick wad of his cum.
Kat, in friendly rivalry with her friend, had promised an intimate evening, with the highest bidder purchasing her every conceivable service and it looked as though she would raise most of the money for the hospice on her own.
Robert was coaxing even higher bids from the audience, including the current highest from the personnel director, a tall willowy blonde woman who, it had always been rumoured preferred to party with busty brunette women, very much like Kat. Kat hoped that her bid would be bettered, as she had heard rumours that the personnel director not only preferred women, but took great delight in beating them cruelly. Kat recalled watching her latest conquest, a pretty young brunette who had thought that an affair with a director would open company doors for her, wincing as she sat down behind her desk and barely able to sit still.
Kat sighed silently as the personnel directors bid was beaten, first by five hundred and then six hundred. By the time the bidding finally slowed to a halt, Kat had raised a pledge of seven thousand. As Robert brought down his gavel for the third, and final, time, Kat slowly buttoned her blouse and turned, with a sexy tip of her hips, to sashay sinuously off the platform. As she passed behind him, Robert handed her an envelope with a hotel key and a slip of paper with a room number on it. Leaning back he spoke softly to her.
"They want to collect their promise right away, that's their room number," he murmured.
Kat hurried backstage and made her way quickly up the plushly carpeted stairs. The room number was on the fifth floor of the hotel, two floors above the large conference room that they had hired for the auction. Kat could feel her heart fluttering in her chest as she raced up the staircase, though whether from excitement, nervousness, or just the effort of running up the staircase, she would never be able to say. The fifth floor was deserted and quiet, not a sole in sight and Kat paused in the corridor to catch her breath, for a moment, as she scanned along the doors, deciding whether to turn to her left or her right. The room she was looking for was to her right, in fact a corner suite rather than a room. She slid the electronic key into the lock and pushed the door slowly open. The suite was dark, only the pale silver moon shedding a wan light through the open drapes. A faint, expensive, tang of a man's cologne tickled the back of her nostrils, with an underlying hint of male muskiness. The door clicked shut behind her and Kat took another step into the room. The bedclothes had been turned right down to the bottom of the bed and Kat could see the smooth linen of clean sheets in the moonlight. She took another step into the room, and stood by the couch in the main room.
"Hello," she called, "I'm Kat. Yours was the winning bid. Is anyone here?"
"Good evening Kat," a deep voice murmured from the darkness behind her, "Don't move, just relax and we'll have a wonderful evening together."
Kat turned a little, straining her eyes into the darkness of the main room. A dark shadow seemed to move closer, a blacker patch in the gloominess. She opened her mouth to speak, but a finger pressed lightly across her lips silenced her. She felt a soft velvet cloth wrapped over her eyes and tied behind her head and a shiver of excitement rippled through her. This promise looked as though it would be as pleasurable for her as for the mystery bidder who had bought her for the night. She felt warm fingers touching the silk of her blouse, unfastening the buttons and sliding the slick material out of the waistband of her skirt. The air in the room was pleasantly cool and Kat felt her nipples swelling and hardening as the fingers curled around the taut globes of her breasts. She stood, motionless as he pushed the material of her blouse down her arms and then unfastened her bra, scooping her breasts out of the cups and lifting them upwards. She groaned as she felt hot breath on the points and then a flicking of his tongue over the point of her nipple.
Her bra and blouse fell to the floor and Kat felt fingers unfastening her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles. The black lace of her panties clung to the smooth skin of her pussy, damp and sticky from the juices that were leaking slowly from between her pussy lips. Kat felt fingers sliding under the material and easing her panties down her legs, leaving her naked, except for her hold-up stockings and heeled pumps. The warm fingertips danced over her smooth skin, tracing a line either side of the neatly trimmed strip of dark curly hair that rose, like an exclamation point, from the hood of her clit. The fingers moved lower, stroking the swollen, fleshy lips of her pussy, feeling the dampness that had oozed over them. Kat moaned softly as she felt the fingers slide between the tops of her thighs and press between the lips of her pussy.
