Exalted Auctions: The Virgin Bride

Jessica laughed before concluding, "Then I guess we can call this one a draw. Never thought I'd talk you into seeing things my way for once."

I returned from the bathroom and joined the two women at the table. No more was spoken of the auction website. Eventually we were served our food which was very mediocre. Fortunately, when it came time to pay the bill, the gift card Judy had received from her work more than covered the expense of the meals and drinks. I'd later learn that Jessica and Judy had another conversation sometime after our dinner at Chotchkies.

1. Vanholt Corportation - District Office

The next time Judy and Jessica talked was following a mandatory corporate seminar titled Sexuality in the Workplace. The seminar was led by a woman from HR named Susan who served as the company's LGBTQ+ coordinator. While Judy did not know much about Susan, she had heard others previously describe her as a lesbian.

The seminar took place in a large room with desks arranged in grid pattern. Susan, dressed in a suit and pants, spoke from a lectern. On both her left and right side, a PowerPoint presentation was projected on two white screens that had been pulled down from the ceiling. The room had white walls with a white tiled ceiling and a cheap-looking carpet floor. The projectors hummed softly. If one were to look towards the lens, they'd see dust floating in the air. The only other sound that could be heard was the distant ringing of telephones coming from outside of the conference room. The rather utilitarian room was sparsely decorated aside from a few posters celebrating different iterations of diversity.

During her PowerPoint presentation, Susan explained that big changes were coming both culturally and legally to the Vanholt Corporation. Most of those working at the company were used to working with employees who were gay or lesbian. However, Susan emphasized that in the future they would likely be working aside not only transgendered male-to-female and female-to-male individuals but also people with nontraditional genders and sexualities. Susan then began going through some of the more eclectic sexualities and genders that employees might begin to encounter at the workplace.

Susan raised the PowerPoint clicker up towards her chest with the pointer aimed to her left. Susan's PowerPoint presentation was ultimately contained on a laptop computer that sat atop a stand in the corner of the room to her immediate left. Susan clicked the pointer which brought up a slide titled, Cuckolding.

"Cuckolding is a type of sexuality where a man's wife and girlfriend sleeps with other men," Susan explained in a sterile, professional tone with a slight nod of her head. "The woman will have sex with either one other man or potentially several other partners. Unlike an open or polyamorous type of relationship though, typically the man will be expected to remain faithful even while his partner has sexual contact with others."

"There are men who actually want a relationship like this?" Jessica interjected as she crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

"Yes, indeed, many men are satisfied with or even desire such an arrangement," Susan explained as she tried to suppress a subtle sneer. Susan clicked the pointer again which brought up a copy of a news article. "In fact, according to scientific research, cuckolding can help promote healthier relationships and lead to increased happiness and wellbeing of both parties in the relationship." Susan clicked on the pointer which popped up blown up and highlighted quotes from the news article that were consistent with what she had just said. "Obviously though, like all sexualities, it's not for everyone," Susan said as she glanced towards Jessica.

"It's important for you all to know that mocking someone in the workplace engaged in cuckolding could constitute legal discrimination against someone's gender or sexual orientation. It could be considered sexual harassment," Susan narrowed her eyes as she lectured her audience. "This could be you mocking the cuckold as being pathetic or a wimp. Alternatively, criticizing the more promiscuous partner as a slut or inconsiderate could also be a form of discrimination or harassment. Also, while this type of sexuality typically involves a hetero man, there may be some variants where it is a woman, a trans person, a gay man, or a lesbian who is the cuckold."

Susan clicked on the pointer again and the presentation shifted to a new slide titled, Sex Workers. Susan cleared her throat and then resumed speaking, "Some people exchange sexual favors to make money. This takes many forms which could include dancing nude at a club, selling provocative but not necessarily sexual photos of oneself, or flat out agreeing to perform sex acts with someone in exchange for compensation."

Susan looked back and forth across to room to make certain her audience was paying attention to what she was saying. "In the past, insensitive language was used to label these individuals as strippers, prostitutes or even whores," Susan explained. "These types of terms are not acceptable in a contemporary diverse workplace. While some sex workers chose to engage in sex work to make money, others view it as an essential part of their sexuality or gender identity. Any attempt to disparage or shame an employee for his or her former or ongoing participation in sex work is prohibited by policy. It could lead to a sexual harassment complaint against the company."

Susan paced across the room and continued, "To supplement their incomes, some women are using social media websites to sell pictures of themselves. What our employees do outside of the workplace is not our concern, but it can become a problem if your employment here or our company's brand becomes associated with sexualized content. It's also strictly forbidden that any company equipment, worktime, or office space ever be used for any private business purpose. If you suspect an employee is violating our policies with such an account, it is essential that you do not disparage that employee. Do not gossip or share such information with other employees. Instead, report it to HR right away."

Susan placed her hands on the top of the lectern and looked seriously at the audience. "I want to emphasize however, any solicitations in the workplace for sex work, inappropriate photos, or sexual favors are absolutely prohibited," Susan explained with great emphasis. "Because of the ongoing risk of sexual harassment lawsuits, which unfortunately several of which have been filed against our company in the past, our policy requires written consent between any employees who elect to participate in an interoffice relationship."

"If I'm out for drinks with another employee and we decide to make out together, I'm seriously supposed to sign some consent form beforehand?" Jessica asked as she blinked her eyes at Susan.

"Not only that but you both have to sign a specific company form and submit it to HR before any such making out can occur," Susan snapped with flattened lips. "Our company takes a zero-tolerance policy on this. Failure to furnish the form to HR ahead of time is a presumptive dismissal. If the relationship involves a superior and someone who works underneath them, it is dismissal on the spot. Our company got hammered during #MeToo and the new director has made her position on this extremely clear!"

Susan clicked on the pointer again and the final slide of her presentation came up which contained nothing other than Susan's email address. "Does anyone have any questions?" Susan asked as her eyes surveyed the audience in front of her for any raised hands. "No? I understand this subject can be awkward or difficult for some people to talk about. Especially in a public setting like this. If anyone would like to talk more about sexuality or sort out any issues they may perceive about their own sexuality here at the workplace, I'm more than happy to discuss them in a closed meeting in my private office," Susan offered as she shot a gentle glance in Judy's direction. "You all can go ahead and break for lunch. Be back here by one for the payroll training."

Judy and Jessica left the conference room and walked over to a small employee break room. As they exited the conference room, the sounds of ringing phones grew louder and the chorus of a whirring copy machine belting out paper could also be perceived. The pair retrieved their respective lunches from a small office refrigerator and sat down together at a nearby table.

"I never expected to hear so much about sex at the office," Judy remarked as she opened her lunch bag. Her nose twitched as she received yeasty, rubbery smells emanating from the bag. "I guess the director is really serious about clearing out the old boys club that used to exist around here." Judy pulled a bologna sandwich on white bread out from the bag.

"Speaking of sexual harassment," Jessica replied with a brief pause. "Mr. Palmer is on his way over here."

Judy's boss, a middle-aged man, slowly approached the table the pair of office workers were sitting at. Mr. Palmer was a large man, both tall and fat, and the loose-fitting polo shirt he was wearing just barely managed to conceal the jiggling of his prodigious beer belly. "Judy, I need to speak to you about something," Mr. Palmer explained to her. "Can you come into my office for a second?"

"Uhh, sure," Judy replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Judy lowered her sandwich and placed it on top of the table. She then pushed her chair back and stood up. "Is this about those copies you asked me to make? I left them on the table next to the printer," Judy explained as she followed Mr. Palmer into his office. Stacks of paper were piled high on the desk along with scattered paperclips and post-it notes. The various filing cabinets behind the desk that Judy had meticulously sorted appeared to be back in a state of total disarray.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Palmer said dismissively as he shook his head. "Thank you for doing that. That's not what I wanted to talk about though." Mr. Palmer sat down in the chair behind his desk and gestured to Judy to sit in the metal chair in front of the desk. "Management's been on my ass about cost cutting. This new director is a real bitch," Mr. Palmer said before chuckling. Mr. Palmer glanced at Judy and quickly adopted a more somber expression as he remembered who he was speaking to. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Sometimes that is the type of person who you really need to oversee things. I meant it in a good way. Unfortunately, though, I am going to have to cut some of your hours."

"Oh, Mr. Palmer," Judy quickly replied as she held herself tight. "My boyfriend and I really need the money right now. We're trying to save up for our wedding." Judy rocked back and forth in the metal chair. After pausing for a second, Judy stuck out her chest and leaned forward, permitting a slight view of her large chest through the top of her shirt. "Isn't there some other way you could cut costs without having to take away my hours?"

Mr. Palmer leered at Judy as he rotated his head exposing his neck. Before saying a word, however, his eyes caught a glimpse of the portrait hanging across the hallway of his office. The portrait depicted the new director of the company in a business suit with a stern, no-nonsense look on her face. With a bit of a scowl Mr. Palmer responded, "I'm sorry Judy, but my hands are tied." Mr. Palmer refocused his gaze back to Judy's chest. "But I'm sure a young woman like yourself... you can figure something out on your own. You can come in tomorrow but the rest of the week you need to take off."

Judy let out a deep sigh. "I understand," she said as her tone shifted back to annoyance. "I'm going to finish my lunch now. If you need anything else, I will be back at my desk when I'm done." Judy quickly exited Mr. Palmer's office and walked back towards the break room.

Upon seeing Judy return, Jessica asked in a deepening voice, "Are you ok? You look really shaken up. He didn't try anything with you, did he?" Beeping could be heard in the background followed by the sound of the office microwave being turned on.

Judy shook her head as she sat back down across the table from Jessica. "No, even worse," Judy explained as she sat down stiffly in her chair. "He's cutting my hours. Fuck, I really needed that money."

1. Dumpy Apartment Building

"Fucker," I exclaimed as I fumbled around with the television antenna. For a moment the picture regained clarity and I could see a rerun of Family Guy begin to play only for it to completely deteriorate again. After hearing the apartment door open, I turned around and sighed.

"I have bad news," Judy pouted as she placed her purse down on the kitchen table. "They're cutting my hours at work," Judy explained as she slipped her arms out of her jacket sleeves. "I'm still working tomorrow but for the rest of the week, I'm done." Muffled voices could be heard through Judy's wall. It sounded like some of her neighbors were arguing.

"Why did they cut your hours?" I asked as I turned my attention back towards the television set. I fiddled with the antenna some more and managed to fix the picture again.

"Giggity" the clear voice of Quagmire came through the speakers of the television set. The picture then became corrupted again and the sound returned to static noise.

"What are you doing with the TV?" Judy asked as she hung up her jacket in the closet next to the door.

"Maybe if I change the channel?" I asked myself. I pressed the up dial on the television set. The picture failed to clear up. I sighed and clenched my jaw. "Just great," I complained. "What are we supposed to do now?"

"Don't ask me," Judy replied as she poured some water into a pot. "Do you think you could pick up more hours at the store?" Judy offered as she turned the stovetop heater on. "Or maybe you could get an early start on deliveries?" Judy asked as she began to open a package of instant noodles.

"It's too early for that," I responded as I let go of the television antenna and turned my attention down towards my smart phone. I had already eaten into the data plan. There was no way to treat myself to a little bit of streaming entertainment in Judy's tiny bathroom tonight. My eyes darted over towards her bedroom. "Uhm... Judy?"

Judy dropped a block of dry noodles into the boiling water. Steam rose from the plot spreading a pleasant aroma across the apartment with hints of onion and garlic. "Yes honey?" she responded.

"Ehh," I stammered. "Forget about it. It's so frustrating. I can't wait until we finally knock out this wedding so we can finally end this dry spell." An ambulance siren could be heard in the distance.

"I wouldn't get too excited," Judy cautioned as she stabbed at the contents of the pot with a fork before swirling the utensil in a circle. "At least for the time being, these cuts to my hours are permanent. We're going to have to put saving for the wedding on hold."

"Oh no," I responded with slumped shoulder. "Why do I have the feeling that every time we start saving money, stuff like this is going to keep happening?" I rubbed my hand against my face as I let out a sigh. "There's nothing else you can do over there?" I asked. "You can't work somewhere else for that period of time?"

Judy shrugged before turning off the stovetop burner and lifting the pot up. "Well, Mr. Palmer isn't going to give me any more hours," she explained. "I suppose I could go to HR and see if there are any other positions they are looking to fill."

"That sounds better than staying at home the rest of the week with no internet and a busted TV," I pointed out.

Judy poured the contents of the pot into a large bowl she had set out in the kitchen table. As she sat down, she manipulated the contents of the hot soup with a fork making no attempt to consume any of the salty noodles. The lack of television did not bother her. She was lost in the world of her own imagination.

It seems so obvious to me in retrospect. I was too focused on my own desire to get laid that I failed to realize just how thirsty my girlfriend was. Not thirsty for sex in the way I was. Although I do believe that may have played a role. Added its own little tinge or accent to her cravings. But that was never the ultimate object of my girlfriend's unconscious desires. All that time spent studying biological trivia only to spend countless hours doing menial tasks at a bland and boring office. Saving money while neglecting her wants and needs. She desperately hankered to embark on the feminine odyssey. The emotive quest to add some bullshit drama to her boring life.

1. The Dreamworld - After Bedtime

Judy, dressed only in a one-piece lingerie outfit stood before an older handsome man with a neatly trimmed beard. Judy blushed at the man as she felt flushes of warmth flowing out from her groin. She had waited a long time for this moment. The time she would finally lose her virginity.

"Are you ready to finally proceed from being a girl to a true woman?" the attractive man asked as he removed his jacket and shirt. As he disrobed, Judy's glossy eyes couldn't help but focus on his muscular chest and perfectly chiseled abs. "Why do I even ask? You have to do everything I say. I bought you at the auction." The man let out a booming laugh that echoed off the nearby walls.

Oh yeah, the auction, Judy thought to herself. We went through with the auction and now I must sleep him. Judy's body shivered. She could feel moisture flowing from her pussy and felt tingling all over her body. She had never wanted sex more badly in her life.

"You took my money and now I will take your precious flower," the attractive man bellowed through laughter. The tall man held his chin up high as he strutted towards Judy and showed off his muscular torso. Upon reaching her, the attractive man placed a hand on each of her shoulders. He then pushed down on Judy bringing her to her knees so that her face was level to his crotch. The man's booming laughter continued as he began to unzip his pants. He then pulled his pants downward causing a huge, veiny cock to come tumbling out right in front of Judy's innocent face. "What are you waiting for virgin whore? Suck my penis now, I own you."

"Of course, sir," Judy agreed as she felt her body grew numb. "I have to do what you tell me to." I can't believe how big it is, Judy thought as she took hold of the man's weighty cock with both of her hands. "It's so hard. Can it even fit inside of me? Nevermind, it must; I have to do whatever you want me to." Judy guided the head of the large and thick cock to her mouth. Judy hesitated. She had never performed felatio before and wasn't quite sure how she should proceed. Slowly she opened her mouth and wrapped it around the hard cock head. She could feel it vibrate in the inside of her mouth. She then moved back and forth against the cock, slurping as she went along. "Mmmf, ughnn, is, unh, this, mmm, right?" Judy with eyebrows drawn together asked as best as she could while sucking the man's big cock.

"You may be a virgin, but you suck cock like the true whore that you are," the man responded before laughing loudly once again. The man paused and allowed Judy to continue pleasuring his manhood before eventually stopping her by telling her, "Enough." The man pulled back causing his spit covered penis to swing out of Judy's mouth and bounce lewdly in front of her young face. "Get on all fours. I will take your flower now and you will take my seed."

"You purchased it; I don't have a choice," Judy responded hypnotically. With trembling hands, she pulled down a zipper on the front of her lingerie. Slowly Judy unzipped her clothing as she felt her knees weaken and her body become overwhelmed with a feverish wave of heat. Judy blushed a shade of red as her large, voluptuous breasts fell out into the open. Finally, she reached the bottom of the lingerie and revealed her wet, throbbing pussy to the man. Judy stepped out of the lingerie and turned her back to the man. Gently she bent over, placing her hands on a nearby table. Judy then moved her hips backwards towards the man providing him access to her tight, moist vagina. "My flower is yours to take," Judy responded as her body tingled all over and her inner temperature rapidly fluctuated between a fiery heat and frigid chill.