Page 4 of Bid For Me
I sigh wistfully. “Imagine your virginity being taken by a celebrity or rockstar or famous billionaire.”
“I can’t believe you’re losing your virginity in a sex club,” Candy says, shaking her head as she reaches for her own mask.
“I know!” I grin, before the smile falls from my face and nerves kick in again. Candy immediately senses my shift in mood and pats my thigh reassuringly.
“Babe? Seriously, you don’t have to do this,” she says.
“It’s not that.” I sigh.
“What is it then?” Candy asks patiently, like we have all the time in the world and we’re not holding up a queue of limos behind us with other attendees waiting to disembark.
My pregnant pause lasts so long, I can tell Candy is starting to worry I won’t answer. I’m worried I won’t answer.
But then I take a deep breath and the question flies from my lips before I can stop it.
“What if no-one bids for me?”
“Elle, don’t be insane. You’re…everything. We’re more worried you’ll cause a bidding war and then a riot.” She squeezes my hand reassuringly. “You have absolutely got this.”
“Will you bid on me? If no one else does?” I plead. Honestly, I’m not sure where this insecurity has come from. It’s not me. And I hate it.
“You want me to buy your virginity?” she teases with a smile.
“Just if it’s crickets out there!”
“It won’t be. But fine.” Candy sighs, giving in when she realises I’m serious and worried about this. “What’s my budget?”
“What’s the minimum bid?” I ask.
“Five hundred.”
I pull a face. “Fine. It’s for charity anyway. Five hundred pounds to save my ass from humiliation up there, deal?”
“Babe…” Candy tries to smother a laugh behind her hand, but fails. “It’s five hundred thousand pounds.”
My jaw drops.
“But that’s…that’s insane,” I stammer.
She shrugs. “I’d pay that for a night with you. Not even for the sex.”
Holy shit, that’s an obscene amount of money!
“Just…please. If it comes down to it, bid for me?” I beg, more convinced than ever that no one will be willing to pay that.
It’s just not worth it.I’mnot worth it.
“I promise. I love you, babe,” she tells me earnestly.
“Love you too,” I reply.
I watch as Candy pulls on a white Volto-style mask and smooths her palms down her muted gold sequin dress. It’s absolutely stunning on her, showcasing all of her curves perfectly, and I know that the guys must have had a hand in choosing it. Just because she’s not dirt poor anymore, it hasn’t changed the crux of who my best friend is, and she’s not suddenly shown an interest in fashion now that she has a disposable income. She looks stunning though.
She manages to fix her mask into the right place just as the limo door is opened and a hand appears to help us exit.
Candy climbs out of the limo and I give her a minute, when I hear Dash’s voice filter in from outside. I can’t keep the grin off my face; the two of them are so cute together and I love nothing more than seeing my best friend happy.
Eventually though, I clear my throat and Candy moves to the side so that Dash can also help me from the limo, offering me his arm.