“Next up, for the ladies, we have a fine specimen of male
prowess, Derrick Constantine.” Derrick stepped out onto the stage, smiling at
the throng of women who immediately stormed the front of the room, clamoring
near the podium as the barker continued. “Derrick is a local club owner with
deep ties to the community and a poker player despite his better judgment. He
enjoys fine dining, fast rides on his motorcycle, and quiet evenings at home
reading in front of his fireplace with someone special. He’s a learned cook, a
skilled masseuse and knows…” the barker cleared his throat and looked over at
Derrick hesitantly before continuing. “Knows how to make a woman’s toes curl!”
The audience laughed and Derrick gazed down, briefly locking eyes with Victoria
before stepping up onto the platform to begin the auction. “Bidding will start
at $50.00.”
“$500.00,” an eager blonde near stage left quickly replied,
salaciously flaunting her heavy chest in front of her and giving Derrick a peek
down her dress. He gave her a slow wink and she tipped the drink in her hand at
him.
“I have $500, do I hear $550?”
