Buying Her

Chapter 4 - Margot

Chapter 4 - Margot

“Hey, have you found something yet? I’ve got to get back up front,” Rhett called from the door to the wardrobe.

I didn’t know how to feel about him. He’d paid the others to release me into his care, with the stated purpose of letting me go, but he was another man, and I knew I couldn’t trust him completely. He hadn’t looked at me the way the others did, but I saw it in his eyes – he’d taken in my body. He had noticed me. I imagined it was too much to expect any of them not to notice me. Still, I knew better than to let my guard down around him too much.

“Just a minute,” I called back. I had found a pair of jeans that fit and was looking for underwear. There were so many different types, but I just wanted something plain.

I learned a lot about the auctions by going through the clothes, especially the underwear. Everything was small, which told me they didn’t deal in thicker women. They only liked small-framed girls. Second, the panties were either lacy, thongs, or plain white, playing into all kinds of different fetishes. I settled on a pair of lacy blue panties. I didn’t like the whole schoolgirl thing, and I wasn’t feeling sexy enough to wear thongs. I wanted something at least a little comfortable.

Finally, I grabbed a shirt. There were plenty of men’s button-down shirts hanging up. Seriously, who didn’t like young girls in men’s shirts? It worked for everyone. It was sexy for the men and comfortable for the girls. I pulled one down and threw it on, still buttoning it as I walked back up front. I decided against looking for a bra. Rhett had already seen me naked. There was no point in hiding the ladies from him.

“I thought you were lost back there,” he said as I emerged from the closet.

“Nah, just trying to find something that’s not too kinky,” I told him. “I wanted something comfortable.”

“I guess that’s as close as I’m going to get to a thank you, huh?” he said.

“Sorry. Thanks for getting me out of there and letting me put some clothes on,” I said cautiously.

“Not a problem.” He looked away as he noticed that my shirt was still open. “I’ll, uh, just wait until you’re decent before we go out of here.” He looked like he was starting to blush as his eyes avoided my breasts.

I laughed. “Are you blushing? You didn’t blush when you saw me earlier.”

“That was different.”

“How was that different?” I asked, enjoying his sudden modesty.

“You were, you know, naked, and there wasn’t, um...there wasn’t anything we could do about it. Plus, that was work,” he stammered.

I laughed as I finished buttoning my new shirt, putting my t**s away. “It’s okay. You can look again,” I told him.

He cleared his throat as he looked back at me. “Okay, I’m glad we got that covered up,” he said nervously.

It amused me to see this big, burly, leather-clad, musclebound biker shaken up by my nudity. He was trying so hard to be a gentleman that he could barely handle being in my presence. I wondered if it was all just an act to get me to let my guard down, making it easier for him to make a move on me later.

Before we left the room, he stopped to look around. “You’re going to need a coat when we leave, but don’t worry, I can grab you one.” He winked and flipped the switch, killing the light.

We walked back up to the front of the building. I realized I had also forgotten shoes. My feet padded along the cold floor. There hadn’t been enough time for me to find something to put over them. It would have taken the rest of the night to sort through the shoes they had in search of something I could wear. Besides, I had to focus on getting away from these men. Even Rhett.

“Here,” he said as he stopped and opened an office door along the hallway. “Stay in here. I’ll come back and get you when the auction is over.”

“So wait, let me get this straight. You work for these assholes, and you expect me to trust you?” I asked him.

“I’m just hired muscle, okay? But you don’t have a choice here. It’s not like you can run and get out of here on your own. Let me go work the door and make sure there are no other problems tonight. When it’s over, I’ll come back to get you,” he assured me.

There was something genuine and sincere in Rhett’s voice, something that made me want to trust him. He had saved me from s****l slavery, though I wasn’t convinced he wasn’t going to want some sort of favors in return for his generosity.

“Do we have a deal?” he persisted after waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, I’ll wait. Are you sure nobody’s going to come in here and mess with me?” I asked, just trying to be sure I was safe.

“No one else knows where you are and they all know you’re in my custody. No one in their right mind will f**k with you on my watch,” he told me.

I laughed. “Okay, fine. It’s better than being on the street, I guess.”

I got the feeling back in the room with the other girls that he didn’t really buy my story about being on the street. Even now, he shot me a curious look when I mentioned it. Sure, when I said it, it sounded like I was trying to tell him I had been homeless for a while, and that wasn’t the truth. But he didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to know that it had been my first night outdoors. I needed as much sympathy as I could get from him. He didn’t seem to buy it.

“It certainly is. Just hang tight in here for a bit. I’ll be back in an hour or so to get you. These things don’t usually take that long once they get going, okay?” he said, trying to reassure me.

“Okay,” I agreed.

He seemed so sure of himself and so confident that I was going to buy his story. He backed away and closed the door before heading back to whatever it was he was supposed to be doing as hired muscle. I assumed that meant he was working security detail for these guys.

I wondered about him, though. He was obviously a biker. At least, he dressed like one. But he was the only one. No one else I had seen all night dressed like that. They all wore suits, like wealthy businessmen, or they dressed in nondescript black clothing so they wouldn’t stand out. I assumed those guys were employees working for the tall man who sounded Russian.

I wondered how he fit in with the people who were running the auction. How did his motorcycle gang fit in? He said he’d been hired, but I knew enough to know people involved in operations like this one rarely reached out to people they didn’t already know somehow. It wasn’t like the tall Russian had put an ad out in the paper letting people know there was an auction. He knew everyone who worked for him, and he knew the buyers who were in attendance. That meant he had known Rhett before putting him on as security.

They all knew Rhett, though, and they seemed to respect his opinion and his word. Like he had told me, no one in their right mind was going to mess with me while I was under his watch. That told me he was pretty important to these people, or his authority came from above them.

I fumbled around in the dark office until I found a desk chair. I collapsed into it and waited, keeping an eye on the window in the door. The hallway was dark, but it was lit enough that I could see anyone who walked by.

I watched, horrified, as more men in suits walked in. That must have been what Rhett meant when he said he had to get back up front. He had to help with letting people in. If I had stayed in the room with those other girls, any one of the men I watched walk past the room I was in could have purchased me.

What really got me was that the girls who had tried to explain the process to me weren’t talking about just being purchased for the night. They weren’t buying dates with us. They were buying us. If Rhett hadn’t come along when he did, I would have been going home with someone for good. That would have been the end of my freedom, and possibly...I shuddered as I thought about it, unable to allow myself to see my thoughts through to their conclusion.

I resolved to wait for Rhett to come back and get me once it was all over. Once he got me out, I’d have to find a way to get away from him, too. I figured I’d just go down on him, give him a good blowjob. He seemed like he’d appreciate the gesture of gratitude, and I knew from experience that a little good head went a long way.

I had done the same thing to buy enough time to get out of my foster home. If it had worked on that abusive asshole, it would certainly work on someone as laid back and friendly as Rhett.

I propped my feet up on the desk and rested my head on the back of the desk chair. This time, sleep wasn’t far off, and I had to fight to stay awake. I drifted off as my mind continued to wander. I didn’t need a blanket to be comfortable in the little office tucked away in whatever this building was.

Before I knew it, there was a light tap on the glass of the office door. I jumped and opened my eyes, unsure of where I was for a brief moment. Then, I was thankful not to be tied up naked for a bunch of strange men to stare at my body. I remembered I was sitting behind an old wooden desk in a comfortable desk chair, and the person poking his head in the door was the guy who had pulled me away from the room with the other girls.

“Hey, you still with me?” Rhett asked.

My feet slipped off the desk and I sat upright. “Yeah,” I said, trying to sound alert, like I hadn’t even fallen asleep in there while I waited.

“Good. Sorry it took so long, but we’re finally finished. You can come on.” He opened the door all the way and stepped to the side.

I stood up and stretched. “Everyone’s gone home?” I asked.

“All the girls and the buyers are gone,” he said. “There are a few people here who run the show, but they can’t leave until we do, so come on. Let’s get out of here before I get in trouble for taking you off the auction block like I did.”

It hadn’t really occurred to me that he was risking anything by trying to get me out of there. I just assumed everything was okay after he’d paid money to take me off the auction block. I figured that was that, but apparently it wasn’t.

“You’re safe to go, but only if you come with me, and now,” he told me.

I walked around the desk and trudged to the door, still barefoot, and still without a coat for going outside in the cold.

He pulled a hand out from behind his back, and held out a pair of shoes, socks already in them. Then, draped over his other shoulder, I saw a dark jacket. I looked up at him in wonder. It was like he’d just read my mind.

I sat down in the small chair next to the door and slid on the shoes. They fit almost perfectly. Then, I threw the jacket on. It was big, but it was warm.

He smiled as I stood back up. “It works,” he said, amused. “Let’s go.”

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