The Virtue Auction

“Welcome to the Annual Virtue Auction, Miss Vanderbilt,” the host greeted me as I entered the auction house. “Here is your paddle, and you may take a seat anywhere you’d like. Bidding will begin in half an hour. Enjoy!”

I thanked the kind man as I accepted my bidder’s paddle and made my way over to the preview room where the lots would be on display to see if there was anything I might want. This auction was different than all the others I’d been to in that the lots being auctioned off were actually people, young women to be more specific. The Virtue Auction was a yearly tradition in my city going on probably fifty years now. It started off as a local event but quickly grew to international levels with the rich and famous from around the world coming to bid on the virginities of exceptionally beautiful young women. These women were all volunteers, of course, with various reasons for being here. Some had debt they wanted to pay off, some did it as a way to rebel against their parents, and some even saved themselves specifically for this auction in hopes that they might draw in the biggest bid and set the auction record for the most expensive virginity. They were always very desirable women no matter what their reason for being there was, so every girl got a decent amount of bids, some even being bought for over a million dollars.

I was one of the few women that came to this auction as a buyer. Most of the attendees were usually creepy old men, which always made me cringe a bit, considering the girls were always under the age of 25, but older than 18 of course. There were a handful of younger, more handsome men that all the girls being bid on hoped would choose them, but most were still older than me even. The only other women, besides those up for auction, were either the wives of some of the older men looking for a pretty young thing to fill out their threesome, or divorcées in their fifties trying to reinvent themselves after their husbands left them for younger women. So as an unmarried, successful businesswoman of 35, I certainly stood out from everyone else. I looked young for my age, but was still too old to look like one of the lots up for auction, yet a little too young to look like a buyer. I remember the first time I came five years ago, I’d confused quite a few of the older men when they realized I was bidding and not being bid on. It was quite a compliment though that they considered me pretty enough to be grouped among those women despite my age.

I strolled through the preview room where the girls were all on display, looking for ones I might want to bring home with me. Hundreds of women from around the country applied, but only the thirty most beautiful women were chosen. They stood around the outside of the room behind signs displaying pertinent info about them: their name, age, height, weight, bust and waist measurements, ethnicity, sexual orientation, and starting bid. I never understood why they showed the girls’ orientations though. It’s not like it mattered to any of the auction goers. If anything, it seemed like the men were more likely to bid higher on the lesbian girls, whereas I had to admit that I was willing to pay more for a straight girl. Kind of that forbidden fruit notion I guessed.

I paused at a few of the women on display, looking them up and down and reading their signs. They were all clothed in skimpy, sexy dresses this year, instead of being naked like they’d been in the past, which was kind of a shame, but at least the dresses still showed their figures quite well. Too many of the sleazy old men couldn’t keep their hands to themselves last year, so they ruined it for the rest of us. No matter, sometimes it’s better if the best parts are left to the imagination. As I browsed, I saw a handful of girls that I liked, but a petite, raven haired beauty caught my eye. I read her placard as she posed with a smile for me:

Lot 8: Name - Sophia, Age - 18, Height - 5ft, Weight - 95lbs, Measurements - 32B-25-33, Ethnicity - Caucasian, Sexual Orientation - Straight, Starting bid - $100,000

She was short, fit, small chested but not flat, and her porcelain white skin was the perfect contrast to her long, jet black hair and the navy blue satin dress she wore. She was one of the youngest at eighteen, and the icing on the cake was that she was straight too. She would be perfect, so long as I could bid high enough to win her. I figured there was a pretty good possibility that she’d be one of the few that sells for over a million today.

“Attention ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. The bidding will commence in five minutes,” the auctioneer announced from the main room

I took one last glance at Sophia before making my way over to the seats, taking a chair alone in the back row behind all the hungry, drooling men. As I got comfortable a brunette woman in a green dress was escorted up onto the stage next to the auctioneer’s podium.

“We will go in descending order by age, starting with the oldest, lot twelve, Eliza,” the auctioneer said. “She’s twenty-four years of age, stands five feet, six inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty-five pounds. Her measurements are 34C-29-36. She is of Caucasian descent with natural brown hair, and heterosexual. Eliza is a nurse at St. Matthew’s Hospital, and plans to use the money she earns here to help pay off her student loans. Bidding will start at twenty-five thousand dollars. Do I hear twenty-five? Thank you sir. Do I hear fifty...”

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Thank you for reading my prompt. If you’ve read any of my other prompts before, you might find that this is a little similar to my Billionaire’s Toy prompt in that I’ll be playing the part of a very wealthy, 30-something lesbian woman who wants to buy another woman for sex. In this, however, your character can either be straight, bi, or lesbian, although I’m a huge fan of forced lesbianism, so I would love it if you play a straight character. In addition, your character would be a virgin, voluntarily selling her virginity in hopes of getting a huge amount of money. This means that your character will be going into this very naively, and won’t be expecting any of the kinks we might include. So despite the voluntary nature of the auction, there might be an element of non-con or dub-con since the girls being bought will have to do whatever their buyers command. But we don’t have to go down that road if you don’t want. We can discuss things in further detail before we get started.

You don’t have to play as the character of Sophia that I mentioned in the main part of the prompt, although she would be the ideal girl Miss Vanderbilt would like to bid on. Please feel free to create your own character and give her her own description and backstory.

Also, I’m open to swapping roles too, with you playing a wealthy buyer with a backstory of your choice, and I’ll play Sophia. I’m a switch, so it doesn’t matter to me which role I play.

I tend to be a long-winded writer if you couldn’t tell by the length of this, and would love it if my partner is as long-winded and detail oriented as me. I understand some circumstances may call for short responses, but if you consistently write less than 5 sentences each time you will not keep my interest. You should at least be willing to put in a few paragraphs worth of effort. Because of my lengthy wordiness, and the fact that my schedule sometimes prevents me from writing some days I only do long-term RP arrangements. Please be willing to commit to something long term. I’m tired of planning these out in detail and getting started only for my partners to ghost after a few days. So if I’ve still managed to keep your interest after all this, then please send me a PM. I do not do chat or discord, or any other platform.