Exalted Auctions: The Virgin Bride Ch. 10

51. Chotchkies Parking Lot -- Honeymoon Day #3 -- Early Afternoon

"Why don't you start by telling me why on earth you two are dressed like this?" Officer Ramirez asked as he squinted his eyes at Linda and me. We were handcuffed outside of Chotchkies in the parking lot being interrogated by two police officers. One of the officers was sitting inside a patrol car clacking away at some sort of bulky computer. Officer Ramirez was the one interrogating us. I knew his name because it said Ramirez on his uniform. The lunch crowd was shuffling out of Chotchkies and staring at us as they walked by. We stuck out like sore thumbs with Linda's bee outfit and heels and my porn stache, aviators, and sailor hat. Yes, I had reaffixed the fake moustache to my upper lip in hopes no one I knew would recognize me. If I were to see two people being questioned by the cops dressed like we were currently, I'd assume it had something to do with some seedy prostitution deal.

Before I could answer, Linda responded, "You're really going to drill us over something stupid like this? Look we were on a date and decided to dress sexy. Who wouldn't want to get stung by a sexy honeybee or boned by a raunchy sailor? Have you ever worn your uniform on a date? Because I bet it'd be a real turn on for your lady friend. You should try it. Anyways, this situation isn't too complicated, Officer. I got a boner and my boyfriend wanted to give me blowie in the Chotchkies backroom. Y'know, its extra sexy doing it back there because you never know whether someone might walk in on you."

Officer Ramirez shook his head before replying, "This is a place where people bring their families to eat at. What the hell is wrong with you two?"

"Hey, it's not like we were doing it in the customer bathroom," Linda snapped. "There's only supposed to be employees back there."

"So, you knew you were trespassing then?" Officer Ramirez asked before his face grew into a wide grin as he placed his hands on his side. Officer Ramirez walked back over to the other officer and whispered something. I couldn't make out what they were saying but I believe I heard the phrase indecent exposure leave one of their mouths.

"You're not helping us by talking to the cops," I whispered to Linda as my eyebrows drew together and my lips pursed. "You kind of fucked us there."

Linda thrust her chest out as she nodded decisively. "We were already fucked on a trespassing rap," she whispered back. "No doubt about this. We're not beating this shit in court. Might as well just admit to it and hope these cops aren't going to be assholes about it. The court's not going to give a fuck that we trespassed at Chotchkies. What we don't want is to get booked into jail."

"I thought I heard one of them say indecent exposure," I whispered as my brow wrinkled and I bit down on my lower lip.

"Oh shit, y'know what that means," Linda whispered before quickly clamping her lips down and looking away from me. "We're both going to have to register as sex offenders together." Linda laughed. "Fucking relax. They're not going to charge us with that shit. If they do it'll get tossed. It has to be intentional, the exposure. Trust me, I have had experience with this law. That's why I told my little story making it clear we were just being reckless is all. It was reckless. I didn't intend for that bitch to walk in on us like that."

Officer Ramirez walked back over to us. "Ok, I have good news and bad news," he said as he adopted a serious demeanor. "The good news is that Chotchkies doesn't want to press charges. You're just being trespassed from the premises. I'm going to give you both a copy of the trespass order. You have you sign a form acknowledging you received it."

I felt a lump in my throat as I chewed on the inside of my cheek. "And... the bad news?" I asked.

"Oh, well for you there is no bad news," Officer Ramirez nodded his head towards me before turning to Linda. "Your little friend here though has a warrant out for his arrest. We're going to have to book him into jail on the warrant."

Linda gritted her teeth as her hands balled up into fists. "You're seriously going to take me to jail?" she asked in a raised voice as a sneer formed on her face. "Ok, what jail are you going to take me to? That men's jail next to City Hall? You might want to give them a call first. You see, last time I was there it resulted in at least two lawsuits. If you think they're going to let you just drop me off there you've got a real rough afternoon ahead of you. I hope you just started your shift, officer, 'cause we're going to be spending the next several hours together while you desperately try to find somewhere, anywhere that will take me."

I could see more than a few eyebrows raised as the lunch crowd continued to pass by us in the parking lot in earshot of Linda's angry rant. I made sure my aviator sunglasses were pulled snugly up against my face.

Officer Ramirez let out a heavy sigh before yelling over to the parked patrol car. "Hey, that warrant. Was it a felony or misdemeanor?"

"Misdemeanor!" the other officer yelled from the inside of the patrol car.

Officer Ramirez shook his head. "I don't have time for this bullshit right now," he complained before turning toward Linda. "Ok, fine. But tomorrow you need to go down to the municipal court and get this taken care of. I'm not going to give you a break if I see you out here again and you still have this warrant." Officer Ramirez released us from our handcuffs.

"Uhm, I know you're not charging us so that means there isn't going to be a police report about what we were doing, right?" I asked as I leaned towards Officer Ramirez and gently bit my lip.

Officer Ramirez shook his head. "Of course, there will be a report, how else are we going to document that you were trespassed?" Officer Ramirez asked before shrugging his shoulders. "Look, it'll just be on file back at the station. It's not like you have a criminal record or something that's going to show in a background check. Just stay the fuck away from Chotchkies and you should be fine."

After signing paperwork acknowledging we received a copy of the order banning us from Chotchkies, Linda and I walked back to her car. "Asshole cops," Linda cursed as she spit at the ground. "Like I'd ever go eat at that fucking place again after that bitch snitched on us like that." Her gaze shifted back towards me. "Hold on one second." Linda walked in front of me and grabbed both of my upper arms with her hands before giving my arms a gentle squeeze. In a soothing voice that seemed out of character for her she reassured, "Some of that stuff your wife and her boss were saying in that bathroom. About her having sex with all those guys. The herpes. I think they were, y'know, exaggerating. Trying to put on a show for me. Remember, I told him I was a germaphobe. The way they were speaking. It was kind of fake sounding. Like who the fuck uses the word spooge? I know your wife is a slut, but it all seemed too ridiculous to believe. Even for her. Her boss wouldn't be fucking her raw like that if he thought she had herpes." Linda offered me a weak smile as she looked me in the eyes through her prop glasses.

I looked down at the ground as I felt my ribs squeeze together. "Yeah, I think you might be right about that..." I agreed.

"Here take my keys." Linda extended her arm out to me and dangled her keys in front of her causing them to jingle. "You didn't get to shoot a load back in there. Only fair thing for me to do is blow you while you drive us back to your place. I bet you've never gotten your dick sucked while driving before."

"No way," I said with a decisive nod. I looked at Linda still wearing the glasses with the freckles painted on her face and brought my eyebrows together and frowned. "I'm sorry. That came out rude. A blowjob from you would be lovely. It's just that everything that just happened in there. Well, tonight this stupid honeymoon thing is over. My wife is coming home."

Linda pulled back her arm holding the keys and crossed it over the chest with her other arm before smirking at me. "I get it," she teased. "You're all hot and bothered after your slutty wife fucked her boss in the Chotchkies bathroom. You want to shoot a big load into her nasty soiled pussy. I get it. I don't fault you at all for that. I guess I'll just owe you a raincheck then. Don't forget to remind me when you stop by office next time to pick up these photos. I'll let you know when they're developed." Linda winked at me as she began to unlock the driver's seat door.

I expected I may have upset her but when I studied her, her eyes gleamed, mouth grinned playfully, body stretched, and arms loosened to the sides. She looked much less like someone who had been turned down and much more like a woman who had gotten exactly what she wanted.

The two of us climbed into Linda's car. The noise it made when starting up was very odd, like a squealing noise, and was soon replaced with the static hiss shooting out from the car's speakers. "I'm just going to take a little nap when I get back," I said. "Make sure I'm well rested for tonight."

52. Dreamworld -- Honeymoon Day #3 -- Late Afternoon

Two silhouettes stood next to each other in darkness. Light fog seeming green in color flowed across blue looking foliage. Or so it appeared; the lack of light made it difficult to reach any certain conclusions about the color of anything. The air was cool and wet and smelled and tasted vaguely of some spice similar to but not exactly like cinnamon.

Projected into the sky through unclear means or technology was what appeared to me to be a flickering video recording depicting the escapades of Judy, Palmer, Linda, and I at Chotchkies. The two entities visible only as silhouettes appeared to be observing the events either as they had played out or after the fact. I struggled to understand how the figures had obtained such recordings when no cameras had existed in these locations. As the events played out however, I began to realize that these recordings were somehow being drawn out of my own memories.

When the recording appeared to be finished, one of the figures stepped forward. What had been an unidentifiable silhouette came into focus and I could see it was a handsome man, nude. His penis flaccid. However, the depiction of the man soon began to slowly crumble. It appeared as if the man were made of individual specs of sand and those specs began to break apart and float independently of one another. The figure retained the form of a human face, body, and limbs but one that was made up of floating sand. The sand appeared to be kept together by a glowing green sort of energy. An aura of sorts. Again, I couldn't reach any certain conclusions about the color.

"Are you satisfied with what you've seen?" the Sandman asked. His voice was otherworldly. It was clearly not produced by lungs and vocal cords but instead seemed to consist of different human sounding voices layered on top of one another. The Sandman's genitalia had seemingly dissolved when his body transitioned from the handsome man to its current state, yet his body retained a masculine shape. The Sandman's voice meanwhile seemed to be an amalgamation of both masculine and feminine voices. Upon finishing asking his question, the Sandman looked dead-eyed and expressionless at the other figure.

The other figure stepped forward and came into clarity. Large, ridged black horns stuck out horizontally from either side of his head, each roughly twice as long as the figure's head and bent slightly inwards at the tips. His skin was dark red and his hair the darkest shade of black. His hair was cut short, neat, and well-trimmed and traveled down the sides of his face into a long but narrow and pointy beard. His muscular torso appeared like that of a human man except for the red skin and the fact that behind his back appeared to be a folded set of red, bat-like wings. A red tail with a spade shaped tip hung out of a dark colored robe that covered only his waist and legs and left his chiseled red torso exposed. He was barefoot except he did not appear to have feet at all. More like hooves. He appeared to be considerably taller than a human and seemed to tower over the Sandman. His cologne smelled strongly and it caused me to wonder if that had been the source of the cinnamon-like smell I had perceived earlier. A strap hung diagonally across his chest connected to a bag hanging near his hips. The bag overflowed with ornate scrolls and wicked contracts. I do not how I was able to ascertain his identity but for reasons unclear to me I was aware that this figure was Mephistopheles, an arch-devil from hell.

Mephistopheles puffed out his chest and laughed to himself as he rubbed his palms together. "I must admit," Mephistopheles began, his voice sounding much more natural and human sounding than the Sandman but considerably deeper than the average human voice. "I would've never believed you could ensnare such a beautiful young couple into such filthy acts of utter debauchery simply by intervening in their dreams. You were able to take over their minds and render these two nothing but a cuckolded sodomite and an unrepentant whore. You have ruined them entirely. The lessons that can be learned from this will be invaluable to hell in our future business endeavors." Mephistopheles patted his bag of contracts and scrolls and laughed boisterously.

The Sandman paused as he continued to look at Mephistopheles with no expression on his face. Finally, the Sandman responded, "They made these decisions of their own free will. I merely pointed them towards options they may not have explored otherwise. It has yet to be seen whether they will put this all aside and reconcile when it is over or if they will continue to indulge their hedonism by continuing these torrid affairs of theirs. This last day was very perilous for him and although he didn't resist every temptation, he did not indulge the infernal suggestion of yours. You mistakenly conflate them with the devils and demons you are used to encountering in hell. Their destinies are not preordained but belong entirely to themselves."

Mephistopheles folded his arms across his chest and smirked. "You're in no position to question my judgments. Not when your own opinions are so colored by all the time you spend loitering in the dreams and fantasies of others. My treacherous suggestion would have succeeded if I didn't have to filter it through such a crude mishmash of a man posing as a woman and then again through a blasted cell phone. The devil is always in the details; the body language, sex appeal, and the expressions on one's face. All devils know that. But ultimately it doesn't matter. How long do you suspect it will be before word spreads of their debauched activities across town? To think they can just return to their lives as if nothing happened is utter foolishness. Admit it, you have broken them in the cruelest way possible. The work you've done here would make any devil proud."

The Sandman shook his head and replied, "I am no devil and have done nothing of the sort. Yes, they could be consumed by all that has taken place. It is also true though that they may learn from their experiences and benefit from those insights. As I said before, it was their own decisions that led them down this path and the outcome of their destinies will ultimately be up to them. I did not expect that things would have turned out as they have but it isn't over yet and there are many possibilities. I have now fulfilled all the terms of our agreement at this point. I will interfere no further in their dreams."

The two figures blurred into darkness as I drifted seamlessly from the dream into mindless sleep. All memories of the events that had transpired inside of the dream were lost inside my head. When I next awakened, I had no recollection of having recently dreamed about either the Sandman or Mephistopheles. It was only later when you showed me that photograph that I began to recall some of the details.

53. Dumpy Apartment Building -- Honeymoon Day #3 -- Evening

The music coming from the bar across the intersection thumped. When I peeked out the blinds, my heart raced when I saw Mr. Palmer's black town car park next to the bar. The front passenger door swung open, and my laughing wife stepped out onto the sidewalk wearing the same baggy black coat I had seen her wear at Chotchkies. She was finally coming home. I stared intensely as her as she crossed the intersection and began making her way over to me.

I could feel my palms sweat and my hands tremble as I waited for Judy to enter the apartment. I paced back and forth as I heard someone walking up the apartment steps. As I watched the doorknob slowly begin to turn, I felt my heart pounding.

Judy entered the apartment quietly and shut the door. When she saw me standing and staring at her, she averted her gaze and scratched at her face. "Hey honey," she said. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," I said as I wet my lips. "So, what was it like?" I tapped my foot against the floor. "You must have had a lot of sex with your boss over these last few days. Why don't you tell me all the things that you did?"

Judy blushed and shook her head. "That's all over and done with," Judy explained as she waved her right hand back and forth. "I don't really want to talk about that. It was always about the money and never about the sex."

I slowly shook my head and bit my lip. "I get it," I said. "I am just... curious is all. I'd like to know what it was like being auctioned off to a guy like that. I'm sure you two did some real wild stuff."

Judy cleared her throat before itching at her left hand. "There's something I need to say to you..." Judy said before hesitating.

"What is it?" I asked as I stared at her intently.

"I'm sorry," she said as her eyes teared up. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long to have sex. I don't just mean the last three days either. We should have hooked up a long time ago."

"Better late than never," I said as I tapped my foot against the ground. "I've been waiting here alone for three days with a non-stop boner thinking about you," I lied as I felt my body begin to tingle. "So, if this apology is your way of saying let's fuck, my response is it's about fucking time."

A smile slowly began to build on Judy's face as her hands trembled and she stared firmly into my eyes. "That is exactly what I'm trying to say," Judy explained as she lifted her chin up. "No more delays. We're going to fuck. Right now." Judy looked towards the bedroom and then back over to the sofa. "We'll sleep together later tonight. We can have sex on the sofa."

Judy unzipped the long, baggy jacket she was wearing and let it fall to the floor. The falling jacket revealed that Judy was wearing the same black and pink, ribboned lingerie I had seen her clad in when she was with Mr. Palmer. My eyes could not help but notice a few dried stains of Palmer's semen near the brassier and crotch of the outfit. I could even make out a few short and curly hairs adhered to some of the crusty stains. The sight of the tops of my wife's jiggly, natural breasts spilling out the top of the debauched, semen-stained outfit sent shivers across my body as I experienced the squeezing sensation in my ribs. I wet my lips before parting them as I started intensely at Judy. My hands moistened.

Judy blushed and rubbed the back of her neck. "I forgot I was wearing this," Judy explained before clearing her throat. "I probably should go ahead and slip out of this."

Her boss had followed through with his promise to move on from his ex-wife and he had allowed my wife to keep the outfit as a memento of their wild affair together. While I do not forgive the older man for the wicked acts he performed on my young wife's body, I won't lie and tell you that I wasn't more than a little bit grateful for the souvenir. Especially so given Linda's own greedy proprietorship over that contract she tricked me into accidentally signing.