His voice dropped to a low, oily smoothness, dark and inviting. “Is she not exquisite? Surely, my lords, you have never seen a body like this.” He ran his hand up the inside of her legs. “Note the alabaster whiteness of her skin, the taut play of her muscles, the curves of her form. Oh, truly she is a fine creation.”
He patted her ass and left his hand there as he stepped to the rear of the block. “Now. Who'll start the bidding at one hundred thousand?”
(With Spanky still on hiatus, Flash Fiction Friday is leaderless. Nilla provided the pic this week and Luna put out the challenge -- well, Nilla provided challenge details originally too, but the post has now disappeared. I seem to recall something about 100 to 250 words length, so that's what I provided; if you want to play too, go see Luna.)
-- PB
Delicious PB - nice way to get the blood going this Friday.
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Southerngirl: It does tend to conjure images in the mind, doesn't it? Thanks!
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can i play the slave and slut? i can bring my own collar! ;-)
ReplyDeleteThis just leaves me wet and confused. Do I want to be the slave or the master to such loveliness?!
ReplyDeleteOh, very nice.... love it!
ReplyDeleteFrances: I'm sure you'd fetch a very high price!
ReplyDeleteVamp: I guess it depends on which way your pendulum is swinging on any given day!
Scarlett: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
-- PB
Mmmm, there goes the mercury...
ReplyDeleteI do love good filth woven with such delicious economy!
I like this scenario, PB. A lot. Makes me curious what I'd bring on the auction block, and who the bidders would be. ;)
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~Luna
Minx: I do like Sting's "Mercury Falling" album but "mercury rising" is more interesting to me. :)
ReplyDeleteLuna: "Starting the bidding at two million dollars...." :)
-- PB