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Lily’s POV

I am angry, I am tired, I am a lot of other things, but being broke tops them all. And that's why I am doing this now and sitting in front of my computer. I only need one fifty thousand dollars for now, I can keep working for my college funds. I just need to pass through this phase of my life successfully. Then I can fulfill my own dreams...

Thinking back at what the nurse said at the hospital and seeing my brother lying down there when something can be done to keep him safe before we find a donor, just shows me how much I want him to finally have peace, I know I have to do this. I know I have to stop being a chicken and sign up for the online auction. I am aware I don't even need to do anything if I don't want to. No one is forcing me, this is not a physical auction like the ones I have heard. Everything happens online, and if I don't like what I see I can just back out.

I'm losing my mind. That's the only thought that sears through my brain as I sit on my couch, staring at the website open on my room’s computer. “PLACEBID.COM” I wish it was as simple as the name implies and it's not the internet's infamous stop for rich guys looking to fulfill their crazy fantasies, because how would you decide you would spend thousands of dollars for a night with a virgin?

“Hey, are you getting into it?” Mira squeaked behind me as she came to my room all dressed for work. Thank God Miss Robson had thought it was ideal to take days off.

“Yes,” I muttered silently.

“Do you need me to help you choose your one-in-a-million-dollar dude for you?” She asked, all too eagerly,

“No, thank you, I would like to choose my one-night stand without having your too anxious eyes on me. Now go to work so that I can do this with a sensible mind” She pouted her mouth but she didn't argue. Kissed me and hurried away. I sat down in front of my computer again when the door was locked and I am now alone to face my demons.

I don't need a prince charming, I doubt I can see that on a site like this. “Hell, I would be glad if I didn’t end up with a creep or worse a serial killer” I muttered to no one.

I like the fact that she didn't tease me about being a virgin like the rest of our classmates in school. In fact, I never had to defend myself because she did that for me. The guys wanted me, and that even made it unacceptable to them. So I just lied, so as long as Henfriend High was involved, I lost my virginity on the night of the Bogus School Concert.

I wasn't that naive, No. I knew my first time would probably suck. I just wanted it to be a little less . . . Well, High school, and now it's too late to get any of my high school boys now that I'm a nineteen-year-old virgin, living in the bubbling city of New York.

I'm too shy to even flirt back when a cute guy chats me up at work because I feel like it's written all over my forehead. Never been fucked.

Virgin for life. No Redemption.

I first clicked the website and proceeded to sign up because I could feel that I was stalling, I mean, yes, 99% of me wanted the money. But that little 1% in the back of my mind is thinking of the dangers that could as well come with this recklessness.

Not to mention I could finally satisfy my raging hormones. I have not kept my virginity because of my lack of desire to have sex. I have a hardcore imagination and willingness to go with it.

I want to finally strip down with a real guy and let him take control of my body, touch me wherever he wants, position me anyway he likes, and then thrust his hot, thick dick inside me . . .

Shit. Am I actually getting turned on by the idea of selling myself to a stranger on the internet?

"It’s the money, Lily," I murmur under my breath. "You aren't committing yourself to anything."

Signing up, I tried not to use my real name, and a lot of real information as much as I can manage them, no sane person would do that.

I click through a couple of sample profiles to reassure myself. There are some hot guys on here—unless the samples are totally imaginary people. Which I guess is possible. But damn, if the real guys look anything like these, I could totally let him fuck me senseless.

The setup page proved to be a lot harder to complete. It's definitely not as simple a dating site, For one thing, it's so long. And for another, the questions asked to be answered. What's your deepest, darkest fantasy?

I pause, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. I thought about my fantasies and started to type. “Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, hard and fast. . .”

I swallow hard. I can feel my panties soaked already and I’m only on the first damn question. Shit. I am not even this bold! No this is all my imagination.

I take a deep breath. Somewhere out there, a lot of guys are going to read everything I type in here. But the thought of my future V-card owner reading this fantasy is what turns me on the most

I erased what I wrote and just typed it as short as possible. “I fantasize about a man taking control and training me during sex, in the bedroom” then I hit enter.

Describe your sex life in one sentence.

“My sex life is Non-existent” I typed. Then added “Unless my vibrator counts” Before I hit send.

Why are you doing this? That was the next question.

I really do not have to tell them any real-life scenarios, so I typed “For the money”

After almost a list of non-ending questions, I was done and the screen of rules and regulations popped up, and as with everything else on the website, it was long.

But I caught the first couple of rules,

You cannot talk about real things on a website designed for

selling yourself to the highest bidder until you have connected physically. Of course, I am a smart woman. I got bored of reading the contract, rules, and regulations so I just scrolled to the end of the page and clicked “Accept” and that sealed it, It was done, I have an account.

I wish I understood my desires. I am not sure why the idea of a guy fucking me doggy style with my face buried in a pillow, or shoving his cock down my throat until I gasp for air makes me wet. I want to try those things, but I’m a little afraid to admit it.

I used a year-old picture of my best features, along with a couple of full-body pictures of me dancing at a dark room event. They were not very recent but it will give my bidder an idea of who to expect. Ass shown, boobs visible.

I take another long breath. Okay, maybe a few breaths. Finally, it was time to write a little thing about myself in my bio, “I am nineteen years old, I write, and I’m a virgin. I’m looking for the right man to claim my virginity, but only if the price is right . . . After all, This only happens once”

Now it was time for me to worry, about what makes me think I would be chosen in the pool of thousands and thousands of beautiful girls. Why would any sane rich guy pick me, well except if they are not sane? Now I wait.

My boyfriend in high school told me enough of that, and as much as I would like to admit, it stuck. He has shown up a couple of times in my work to apologize about the way we broke up and to get back together and I almost gave him a chance.

I checked the time on my clock and saw that I had taken more than an hour to sign up for this thing. I logged off and went to prepare a light dinner. I won't worry about what I have already done. I only need to wait for messages from the bidders now. But I have to sleep early, I have to be in the hospital all through tomorrow.

I made a silent prayer that I would meet at least a dozen messages when I got back on the computer tomorrow evening.