Cherry Popping Daddies: Titania

Chapter 2 – Fantasy Has a Price

 

Tania

With one eye on the stairs leading to the bedrooms where her sister and stepmother napped and the other on her laptop, Tania brought up the website Mandy had tried to hide.

“Holy shit!” She slapped a hand over her mouth, hoping her entirely too loud exclamation hadn’t been heard.

Her eyes narrowed as she perused the site. It was indeed an auction, offering people of all genders, ethnicities, and body types to the highest bidder for a night of fantasy.

Well, the buyer’s fantasy, anyway.

There was even a disclaimer at the bottom, saying that no sexual acts were required, which didn’t make much sense for an auction like this, but Tania supposed it got them off the hook for charges of prostitution.

She swiped to navigate to the tab offering virgins and blinked at the average bid amounts. Mandy’s photo had been in the MILF category, which had an average bid of around ten thousand dollars. The virgin bid average was much, much higher, and it didn’t seem to matter that none had pictures showing the women’s faces.

“Well, slap my ass and pull my hair,” she murmured under her breath. The auctions were hosted by Club BDE, lending the website some credibility. She’d never been there, but according to the rumors she’d heard around campus, it was supposed to be one of the finest places in the south to get one’s kink on.

In exchange for a useless piece of tissue in her vagina—which probably wasn’t even there anymore—and a few hours of her time, she could pay off Mandy’s mortgage and keep them afloat until she graduated, giving Mandy enough time to find a job of her own.

Folks in the deep south bible belt had an ugly word for what she was considering, but Tania didn’t see things that way. To her, the bigger sin would be to let her sister and stepmother lose their home when it was in her power to stop it.

Besides, given her dating history, she was looking at dying a virgin anyway. Her socially dictated innocence might as well go to a good cause, and it was certainly better than losing it in a crappy dorm room or the back seat of someone’s car.

Hopefully, the folks running the auctions wouldn’t care about self-pleasure. Tania’s battery-operated boyfriend didn’t complain about being washed and shoved into her nightstand when she was done with it. Unfortunately, men would probably resist that procedure.

Of course, if the person taking her virginity was one of Victor’s friends… Well, having Desmond Elliott or Bastian Carter pop her cherry would be worth six figures. Hell, if she had the money, she’d pay them to do it—especially if they let her call them Daddy like the heroes in her favorite romance novels did.

She laughed at the thought, but God, they were gorgeous. Both were muscular and fit with salt and pepper hair. Mr. Desmond had a neatly trimmed beard she wanted to pet and was a few inches shorter than Mr. Bastian. Both men had warm brown eyes she felt like she could drown in.

They might have been at least twice her age, but she’d been crushing on them since she hit puberty. She had no idea how many times she’d gotten herself off thinking about them, but always felt a little disgusted with herself for objectifying them. Not only were they gay, but they were also in a relationship with each other.

Even if they’d been bisexual, she doubted either of them would have anything to do with her. They probably saw her as a little kid—their friend’s daughter. Then again, there had been almost as many years between Victor and Mandy. Maybe, like her father, they liked younger women.

She tried to remind herself of their orientation but couldn’t help wishing they were bisexual and looking for a woman to share.

Forcing herself to push the thought of being the meat in their beefcake sandwich deep into her spank bank, she focused on her task. Unfortunately, the website didn’t have a phone number. Using the contact form, she sent a message asking for a return call. Surprisingly, her phone vibrated with an incoming call a few moments later. After checking the caller ID, which read Club BDE, she hurried outside.

“Hello?” She sat on the porch swing, making sure she could see the stairs through the front picture window so she could watch for Bee.

“This is Club BDE returning your call,” a man said. “You had questions for us?”

“Hi. My name is Tania.” She almost gave her last name but stopped herself at the last minute. “I’m calling to verify your auction website.”

“May I ask how you found us?”

“It was a close friend. I prefer not to share her name, but she…” Tania crossed her fingers, unable to decide if she wanted her next words to be true or not. “My friend was one of the women you auctioned.”

“All right.” The man’s tenor took on a clipped edge. “I’m sure your friend told you how the auctions work, but I’ll sum it up in case she missed anything. The people who auction their services are willing and are legally able to give consent. All buyers are vetted, and all parties must provide health screenings. Protection against pregnancy is the responsibility of the female.”

Didn’t that just figure?

“Does that mean condoms aren’t allowed?”

“No. It means the person buying the fantasy may not want to use them or may have a breeding kink. If you choose to engage in sex and don’t want a child, I recommend other methods of birth control. Club BDE takes no responsibility for children conceived as a result of our auctions.”

Tania pressed her lips together and shuddered, wondering if there was a reason behind that particular rule. If she decided to go through with selling her virginity, her next stop would be the university health center for birth control along with the required medical screening. The last thing she needed or wanted was a child.

“What about physical injury?”

“Participants agree in advance that no permanent marks will be left on anyone, and any injury requiring medical care will be reported to the police. You will also be asked to communicate your hard limits.”

It sounded like they were trying to keep things safe for everyone, which she appreciated, but she wished he hadn’t mentioned spankings. It would be impossible to get rid of the mental image of going over Bastian’s or Desmond’s knee.

“Fair enough. What percentage does the club take?”

“Twenty-five percent, and you’re responsible for the taxes. There’s a ten-thousand-dollar fee if you back out after the auction is completed, and the terms of the auction must be met within fourteen days. Are you over eighteen?”

The percentage seemed high to her, but if her virginity sold for the average amount, it would leave more than enough to pay off Mandy’s mortgage. “I’m twenty-one.”

“Okay. Click the signup link at the bottom to set up your own account. Follow the instructions to upload your profile, health screening, and pictures before midnight tomorrow night, and we’ll set you up for this Friday.”

“That should work for me.”

“If something comes up, you’ll need to withdraw your profile before the start of the auction, but there will be another next month. Use the contact form on the website or call if you have any further questions.”

“Thanks.”

After ending the call, she chewed her lower lip, knowing she’d already promised to watch Bee that weekend. She also didn’t want Mandy to have to go through with the auction, especially when the amount she’d receive would only keep her and Bee for a few months.

Although the idea didn’t sit well with her, she’d have to lie and tell Mandy something had come up. It wasn’t too far from the truth and would keep her out of the auction.

Truly, it was a simple matter of economics involving the perceived value of a scarce resource. A diamond was just carbon formed into a crystalline structure by time, heat, and pressure. They were expensive because diamond brokers marketed them as luxury items instead of industrial abrasive and cutting tools.

Tania wasn’t a diamond though. After all, one could only sell their virginity once.

***
Bastian
He pinched the skin between his brows and scowled at Desmond and Damian, who hadn’t stopped sniping at each other since Damian walked in.

Personally, Damian wasn’t one of his favorite people either, but neither of them was behaving like a grownup. He was about ready to get out a paddle to teach them both some manners.

When Damian left the table to talk to someone he knew, Bastian leaned close to Desmond. Whispering softly, he said, “Looks like someone is going to have a very sore ass later tonight if he doesn’t shut his mouth and quit baiting his brother. Do I need to ask Mistress Rogue to join us?”

Sighing, Desmond squeezed his eyes shut, then shook his head. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. He might have started it, but I didn’t have to engage with him.”

“It’s okay.” Bastian kissed his cheek. “Thanks for not arguing with me.”

“I can’t. It’s not the place or the time.” Desmond finished his scotch, then turned his chair so it faced away from Damian. “Blake can be an asshole all he wants. I should have walked away when he got here.”

“It might help if you stopped calling him Blake.”

“It’s his name.” Desmond smirked and accepted a glass of water from their server.

“And yours is Bryce.”

He’d never know what possessed Desmond’s parents to name their three boys Bryce Desmond, Blake Damian, and Braden Dominic. It was like they wanted their sons to get beat up at school. Maybe it was a family alliteration thing.

Emily and Lottie had been reading a book series about a family of scientifically enhanced were-rabbits with the last name of Bunson, and first names all starting with B. It sounded too confusing to him, and it wasn’t like Desmond and Damian using their middle names made it less so.

More than a few submissives had confused the twins, and even when they didn’t, they often mixed up their names.

“I’ll stop calling him Blake when he stops calling me Bryce. Sound fair?”

Before Bastian could reply, Damian strode to their table and scowled before tossing his phone between them. “We’ve got another girl up on the virgin auction.”

Bastian pulled the phone close and scrolled through several somewhat grainy boudoir photos of a young woman. “Says her name is Misty. Is that ringing a bell for anyone?”

Although her face was pixelated, she was gorgeous, with short, dark hair and generous curves he wanted to pet. Her ass was round and full, and tapered to a narrow waist. Her only identifying mark was a small tattoo on her inner wrist, but he couldn’t tell what it was.

Closing his eyes, he tried not to think about having her between him and Desmond. They’d spent years looking for the right babygirl to share, but she wouldn’t be it for them. Purchasing a woman’s virginity was no way to start a relationship.

Her short pixie haircut reminded him of Titania Andersen for some reason. Laughing at himself, he almost rolled his eyes. There was no way Titania would be selling her virginity—even if she still had it to sell.

Unfortunately, the idea stuck in his head, and he couldn’t help but put her face over the pixelated image. He shifted in his seat, trying to convince his cock to behave.

Victor truly would come back from the grave if he knew of all the filthy thoughts running through Bastian’s head.

Titania between him and Desmond, with Desmond’s cock in her pussy, and Bastian’s in her ass. Bent over for a spanking. Kneeling at their feet, taking their cocks in her sweet mouth…

What is wrong with me?

“I can go through our membership records, but I don’t recognize her,” Braden said, pulling Bastian back to the matter at hand.

“Let’s enlarge the image. Maybe we’ll recognize the tattoo.” Damian touched the screen then spread his fingers apart until they could see the woman’s ink. “Looks like algebra. Who the hell would get a tattoo of an equation?”

“Maybe someone who studied and went to school?” Desmond asked. “That wouldn’t be you, Blake.”

“Fuck you, Bryce.”

“I’m thoroughly tired of both of you,” Bastian snapped. “Grow the fuck up and focus on finding out who this woman is.”

Thankfully, they both subsided. Bastian was about done with their bullshit. Although he couldn’t take a paddle to Damian’s ass, he was more than willing to take his frustration out on Desmond’s.

“Titania would know,” Braden said, easing the tension. “Let’s take a screenshot and text it to her. Does anyone have her number?”

Damian retrieved his phone and scanned his contacts. “I have Mandy’s. I’ll send it to her and let her ask Titania.” After forwarding the photo, he added, “We could always Google it, but I have a feeling Titania will give us a better explanation than a search engine.”

Desmond crossed his arms over his chest and gazed over Damian’s head. “I think the bigger question is which of us is going to bid on her. It’s one thing to let people like Mistress Avery auction their services. We don’t know anything about this girl, and I don’t even want to think about her being in Emily’s position.”

Mistress Avery did brisk business on the auctions, offering verbal humiliation and torment to her clients. Unfortunately, she didn’t know who was running the auctions, but promised to share anything she learned.

“Desmond and I are strapped. We just finished paying for the last of the renovations on our house,” Bastian said. “If the bids go over a hundred grand, we’ll lose.”

“I could toss another hundred thousand into the kitty,” Braden said. “It’ll be worth it if she knows anything about who’s running the auctions.”

“We can beat our money out of them once we catch them,” Desmond muttered.

Bastian laid a hand on Desmond’s knee, unable to disagree.

“Says she’s only twenty-one, so we should plan on Misty going for at least three hundred thousand.” Damian gazed at the photo, then glanced around the club as if he was looking for Emily. “Bid as much as you need to. I’ll cover whatever you can’t.”

“No.” Desmond scowled and shook his head. “We’ll figure it out ourselves. I’m not taking your help.”

“I’m not helping you, dipshit.” Damian leaned toward Desmond and slammed a fist on the table. “I’m helping Misty. If she’s in the same position Emily was, I won’t have that on my conscience. Deal with it.”

To Bastian’s shock, Desmond relaxed and nodded, then held out his hand to his brother. “Okay, Damian. Thank you.”