Susan and John Ch. 13

By Dan57 with characters from Jill York

Mr Gupta adds Vicky Furham, the Mayor's wife to his harem

Mr Gupta had driven to Elizabeth's hometown. Tomorrow was the scheduled date of Vicky Furham's auction. Her husband who wished to gain popular approval for the next election had proposed her name. Elizabeth's auction had been a real success and had earned to the vicar's charity the tidy sum of two thousand pounds, just for the pleasure of dining with a local celebrity and dancing with her... Vicky had been quite reluctant : she had no political issues to meet and she considered a married woman shouldn't date other men, especially when she would end up in the private room of a restaurant, alone with a stranger! Under her husband's insistence, she had finally caved in and accepted to be offered in public auction!

Vicky felt it quite weird that a stranger would pay a high sum just to have the pleasure of a dinner in private with just two waitresses! The vicar's wife had done it and the public gossip was that she had earned in a single evening more than her husband had netted in ten months from the whole community! It was obviously quite lucrative even if Vicky felt it dreadfully wrong!

Mr Gupta, the auctioneer, had phoned her to inform her about the auction. She was totally free to choose the outfit she wanted but she had to keep in mind she would be on display for the whole length of the auction and she would have to parade on the stage for any potential bidder to see her from any angle. If she wanted to attain the two thousand pounds level Elizabeth had reached or get better results, she had better to wear sexy clothes, smile broadly, wiggle her hips to have a sexy gait, and such things to attract the attention of the assistance. The auction was filmed on three local channels and followed by four local and two national radios : a good performance would certainly help the re-election of her husband but a poor one would most probably cripple his candidacy!

- What do you think I should wear, Mr Gupta?

- I would advise you to put on a summer dress with spaghetti straps or even better a bustier type. It must be as close fitting as possible but if you don't want to put on a bustier, choose a dress that will be sleeveless and as low cut as you can accept : you will look sexier and it is of uttermost importance!

The dress Vicky had finally chosen was so low cut that it gave her vertigo. It left most of her breasts exposed with her nipples just covered by a see through lace. The dress had a built in push up bra and her cleavage was not shown but exhibited down to a little above her belly button but her breasts were lifted up quite wantonly. It was way sexier than anything she had ever worn! She had bought it just for the occasion and her husband had never seen her wearing it! It had a low waistline that made it appear longer than it was really was : it barely covered her crotch! Her husband would have surely objected if she had worn it in his presence but she trusted completely Mr Gupta. He was waiting for her at the feet of the stairs : he looked her up and told her

- Vicky, do you definitively want to leave the field to Elizabeth? She is older than you and you should make much more money than she did! Look at the hem of your dress : I can see your knickers poking out!

- I know it, Mr Gupta, but the skirt is too short and these high heels don't help!

- A single solution, Vicky, pull down your knickers. Your bare skin will be much less visible!

- But I can't enter on stage in such a short dress with nothing underneath : I'm a married woman!

- No, Vicky : for the time being, you're a competitor, ready to do anything to win! Isn't it so, pussy?

Vicky let the soothing voice of Mr Gupta convince her : the many objections she could harbour melted like snow in the summer sun! She inflated her chest in a quite belligerent manner and pulled down her knickers. Mr Gupta extended an upturned hand toward her and she dropped the garment in his hand, blushing quite fetchingly. She looked at her reflection in a mirror at the base of the stairs : Mr Gupta had been right : It was quite difficult to see from a distance that she wasn't wearing knickers. She entered the scene like a pirate jumping aboard a ship. She was superb in her tight fitting dress. The fabric was so thin that her nipples poked out. It was quite enough to attract the general attention!

Vicky paraded throughout the podium, just turning her bust to enhance the tightness of her waist and sending distant pecks to the men whistling as she strolled in front of them. At a moment, she stopped in front of a mirror and smoothed the dress along her body. The men cheered and clapped their hands. She crossed her legs at every step like a top model and the dress clung desperately along her thighs. She tottered on her sandals with five inches heels. They were golden with a side buckle that lopped around the ankle. They were quite elegant with her black gown and her clear skin but she wasn't accustomed to walk with such high stilts.

The main thing that really bothered Vicky was the flimsiness of her dress when she passed in front of a projector, the fabric became almost transparent and any one could see under the material. Same problem if there was a breeze, the dress could fly up and they would see everything that only her husband should see! The rest was much more usual for any pretty woman who often attended receptions, balls and public meetings. But Vicky had no opportunity to emit any protest. Mr Gupta made her climb on a podium, not so different from the pedestal of a Roman statue. She gasped when she realized that the front rows of attending people would have a very good view up her thighs. Mr Gupta climbed with them and pushed away her hands that were desperately trying to hide her intimate parts!

- Vicky, I think you are real stupid : I have you parading around to excite the assistance and warm them to get the highest price for you! Don't forget it's a charity for the town vicar, we aren't selling a slave at the market : tomorrow morning, you'll be quietly cuddled against your husband and you will be able to tell him everything the winner of the auction would have said or done to you, unless you decide to keep it a secret : your husband will then fantasize about your sexual prowess with that man, but everything considered, how can we be sure it will be a man : bids from a woman would be accepted quite easily! What would you think if you were hired for a whole evening by some dyke or your best friend, maybe?

Vicky was speechless as she thought to the possible implications : she had several very rich friends and she had equally wealthy enemies who would be quite glad to make dirty photographs and publish them on internet! There had been nothing in the contract about photographs and anonymity! But it was too late to relent on the possible consequences! Mr Gupta continued with his usual Olympian calmness :

- Now, I want you to smile to the public and act seductive until I announce that the auction is finished! If you don't behave, I have under the scene, a good cane that could teach you a lesson and make you keep quiet!

Vicky bucked but Mr Gupta prevented any objection by telling her :

- I remind you that we are trying to earn money for a very important charity. Elizabeth is downstairs, ready to replace you at any moment. If you behave, she will be auctioned a second time just after you. Maybe she will get a higher price than what you'll get. Imagine the shame on you!

That was a real threat for Vicky and she calmed down instantly! She was now determined to

act as seductive and happy as she could to win her personal feud with Elizabeth! She would do everything possible to make the bidding to get as high as possible! She wouldn't hold anything back! She couldn't prevent herself from enquiring :

- Could someone bid for me and later for Elizabeth?

- There is nothing in the contract preventing him or her to do it! The only provision is that neither of you will end up hurt or permanently damaged!

- What does that mean?

- That your owner won't be allowed to have you pierced or have an arm, a knee or a shoulder dislocated. It could arrive if you try acrobatic rock! I've seen a girl thrown upward by a brawny guy, maybe ten feet above ground but he didn't catch her on the way down : so better prevent such accidents! We want you to offer yourself in auction again in the future!

- I see! You're really organized!

- We have better! There's even a possibility of bidding through the telephone or Internet for people wanting to protect their anonymity! In that case, I will deliver you by car personally! Now hush for the questions! It's too late for it. You should have read all the fine prints on the contract you signed! We are going to switch on the projectors so everyone can really see you!

- But anyone will be able to see everything : the dress is totally transparent when brightly illuminated!

- That's the whole idea to let everyone have a good look at what you have so they will bid really high. They will keep the image of you nearly naked in the restaurant and then when dancing with you! Don't be ashamed, Vicky! It's for a good cause! Try to be very competitive when you are out in full view on the stage! Smile as soon as the lights went in!

Vicky remembered a pause she had seen in Vogue magazine. She made her right hand into a cup covering her right ear and extended her left arm to her back down while turning around. It gave a nice twist to her body! She remembered to fill in her lungs when the lights came on. She must have given a good image of her body as the crowd burst into applauses and some men began to cheer loudly. She has never faced such frenzy. For a high-class scion like her, it was quite inebriating. She now understood what her husband felt when he won an election and his screaming supporters surrounded him!

- Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you'll reserve a good reception for the wife of our mayor who agreed to put herself to auction for the benefit of our good vicar! As you can see : she is stunningly pretty if not definitively statuesque. She could have been a top model, don't you think so? Imagine having her totally to yourself for a nice dinner and afterward to dance with her until you decide to call it a night! Yes, it will be YOUR decision, not hers!

The crowd was now hollering madly. Mr Gupta knew how to sell anything!

- Look at her magnificent full breasts ; they measure an impressive 40D! Imagine the nice cushion they could make for you on a Caribbean beach. She is twenty-nine, shapely and quite healthy! She may dance tirelessly with you until the wee hours of the morning! Would you like it?

A loud cheer answered him! Vicky felt really like a mare sold by a horse dealer but she was too dizzy with the cheers to protest. He continued in the same way!

- Imagine how you would feel if Vicky was your mate, your girlfriend and you had just decided to breed her. She still doesn't know it but, this evening, when you'll decide it, you are going to cum in her belly, to fill her fertile womb with your potent seed! Imagine it! How much are you ready to pay to have a chance to fulfil your fantasies with her?

Mr Gupta was becoming rather crude. Vicky didn't like the turn of events but the crowd seemed to love it! She was taken by the general frenzy and she wiggled her buttocks making as if she was fitted with ball bearings. Her dress danced around her hips as the bids climbed.

- Two weeks ago, for our first auction, Elizabeth went to Mr Melborne for two thousand pounds. Now you know how auctions go, I think we could double that amount! It's not the wife of the vicar we are offering today but the young wife of our mayor! I got fifteen hundred, eighteen hundred, twenty hundred! Twenty five hundred! That is done, ladies and gentlemen, Vicky is the record woman of our auction! But beware, afterward, we are offering again our generous Elizabeth! She may decide to win back her crown! Did I hear thirty hundred! Yes, it's Elizabeth with a bidder on the Internet! I propose a loud cheer for our dear Elizabeth!

Elizabeth lifted her arm and stood up, waving for the assistance. She received a standing ovation! She was quite popular among the crowd!

- Who will give me forty hundred? Nobody? For the time being, it's Elizabeth on Internet at thirty five hundred!

Vicky turned around on her pedestal to give the bidders a good look at her. Elizabeth was watching closely what Vicky was doing on stage, looking at what interested the crowd, increasing the ambient noise level! But now the bidders waited feverishly for the auction of Elizabeth!

- Thirty five hundred for this fine piece of meat! It's a bargain! Going, going, sold! Our superb Vicky has been sold for thirty five hundred to a gentleman on the Internet! Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! We are going to take a five-minute break to cool down before we auction off Elizabeth. You may buy a drink or a sandwich! Vicky, thank you for your participation! Someone is going to accompany you to my car. You'll wait for me there until I'm ready to drive you to your owner for the evening! You are going to the Treadmill restaurant : they offered the dinner as their participation to the charity!

Vicky threw a victorious glance to Elizabeth. She had earned more money than the vicar's wife had done! Vicky would have loved to receive biddings on Internet or on the phone. She would have had the impression of selling off her rival to a stranger and it was a really heady cocktail. She would have whispered to the man that he should corner Elizabeth in some quiet place and fuck the old bitch stupid!

Five minutes later, Elizabeth climbed on the pedestal to her turn. She was ready to fight Vicky even if it meant exposing herself publicly. Mr Gupta resumed with the bidding that reached soon the twenty hundred pounds level . Elizabeth then took the hem of her short dress and started to gyrate it around her hips. The bids reached at once twenty five hundred but Elizabeth was ready to anything to equal or surpass Vicky. She then remembered Marylyn Monroe with her skirts flying in the air for the pleasure of a whole crowd. She lifted the hem of her dress even higher, as if by accident! Her knickers came into view but she continued to lift her dress up. Her knickers were as sheer as Vicky's dress and she knew they would become quite revealingly see through under the electric lights. She was going to exhibit her pussy to maybe forty men and a dozen women!

Vicky had expected to offer the view to the winner of the auction during the dinner and she had shaven her pussy just in that perspective! The crowd would have a nice unrestricted view on her slit! There was a moment of silence as people understood what she was offering them, then a gasp and a gigantic cheer. Mr Gupta had his cell phone in his hand and was yelling

- Thirty five hundred... Forty hundred pounds! Once, twice, sold! Elizabeth has won back her crown! Congratulations, Elizabeth! You are the winner, today but Vicky may try other tricks next time! Showing your bush in the flood light was a nice idea but I don't want you to get any further : we must keep appropriate modesty! Showing off your pussy through see through knickers may be acceptable but I don't want you to make a full strip tease to win the auction!

Mr Gupta took Elizabeth's arm to walk to his car while the crowd slowly dispersed. The charity of Edward had gotten more than seventy hundred pounds that day. They were making way. In two weeks, there would be two other girls to be auctioned : It was better to leave the uproar die slowly and Elizabeth had her own job to mind : she was a whore in high demand and her husband loved to lick cum out of her pussy. He also needed to have his ration! Vicky was quite surprised to find Elizabeth accompanying Mr Gupta!

- You might get a surprise, soon, Vicky when you discover who will be your owner this evening! I can tell you it's a man and someone you happen to know!

Vicky immediately thought that it was her husband who had won the auction! It was impossible : he had trouble to repay the cost of the latest election! They arrived to the parking lot of the Treadmill restaurant. Vicky was quite surprised when Mr Gupta told both of them to accompany him.

- Yes, I forgot to tell you : it's the same person who bought both of you! Instead of a tête-à-tête, you are going to discover the many pleasures of a threesome, Vicky! I told you that any one could bid on both of you. I happen to be rich enough to win both auctions!

Vicky and Elizabeth were quite ill at ease having a blind double date with a girl they considered their arch enemy. They were jealous of the other and they had been ready to come to blows. They put on a little jacket to cover their shoulders. They couldn't enter that top class restaurant with their low cut dresses. The other customers would have considered them just harlots! They were ushered toward a side entrance. Two waitresses greeted them. Elizabeth was not surprised to recognize her daughter Susan and Joan. Mr Gupta seemed to love having that pair at hand!

Susan and Joan curtsied in front of the newcomers, touching their foreheads with their joined hands. Mr Gupta turned toward Vicky.

- This is called Namaste. It's a formal traditional greeting in my native country. Try to remember it. I will expect you to perform it, the next time we meet!

Vicky seriously doubted she would ever meet Mr Gupta again... Meanwhile, Susan and Joan were helping Mr Gupta out of his coat. They placed it in a large cupboard before turning toward their two female guests. It was so strange watching the two girls wearing several centuries old outfits helping Elizabeth and Vicky out of their fashionable jackets but Vicky seemed the only one finding it weird. Elizabeth exchanged a few words with the waitresses about the menu...

Mr Gupta had taken the biggest armchair just as if it was his normal place. Joan pulled a smaller armchair on the opposite side of the table and helped Elizabeth into it. Susan had drawn back the last armchair and offered it to Vicky. She was frustrated : as the wife of the town mayor, she was used to be the first to sit down and not to be coerced into the last available armchair! Mr Gupta smiled at her and she had trouble staying cross against him. He had such a magnetic presence that she had felt against her will deeply attracted to him since the first time they had met. He was so tall and handsome. He had made her dripping wet the very first time she had seen him!

They chatted quietly together. Suddenly, Mr Gupta stood up and walked toward Vicky. He asked to stand up in front of him and put his huge hands around her tiny waist! He could completely encircle her waist!

- That was just I thought! I could obtain the same result with Susan and in a few months with Elizabeth and Joan but they will need a sturdy corset to obtain that result but your waist is so narrow that I could do it without help : we were meant to meet!

Vicky was scandalized by Mr Gupta's cockiness : how could he speak in these terms to a woman married to a public person! She was so upset than she didn't notice he had leant his head down. In the same movement, he kissed her lips! There was something wrong : the contract stipulated that she would be an escort girl for the dinner and the ball. There had been no provision for such a scandalous behaviour! Mr Gupta seemed not affected at all by her obvious rejection. She had placed her hands on his chest and she desperately tried to push him away but he was so much stronger than she was! She didn't even realize she had kissed him back!

Mr Gupta slid his hands along her sides and, with the same quiet assurance, he cupped her buttocks. She gasped helplessly but it was a major mistake as his tongue entered her mouth. She relished the feeling of having her mouth invaded by such a mighty man. Even when she dated her husband before their marriage, she had never felt anything like that! He must have understood her thoughts as he smiled to her. He kissed her again, but this time their kiss became more passionate. She was giving in to him and she had less and less remorse about her husband. She felt a hand passing between their chests. It was Susan and she was deftly opening Mr Gupta's shirt. Another contact startled Vicky : this time it was Joan who was unzipping her bustier!