"Sold to the gentleman in the suit up the front" the auctioneer, his bright smile shifting into a slight wince as he looks down at me. "Better luck next time champ"
The crowd slowly begins its customary round of clapping and hushed whispers, idle chatter humming away as people discuss the winner and their purchase. The man doesn't seem to be that affected at all, merely talking into his phone and nodding to the auctioneer to show some recognition of his win.
"Sir, if you could please head towards the..." the auctioneer begins to instruct, freezing up as the man raises his hand before tapping his watch. The auctioneer simply nods back in response, leaning over and whispering a hidden command to the redhead.
Much like the others before her, the redhead quickly pivots in place before tentatively making her way to the stairwell. As she reaches the top landing she pauses, holding her position as the middle-aged woman from both comes wandering up the stairs stark naked. The crowd's clapping ceases, the murmuring and whispers growing louder as we all drink in the slender well-aged body of the first winner before she disappears into the office.
"I see you're all taken with our first leftover" the auctioneer jokes, tilting his head towards the doorway the woman had disappeared into. "She'll be back later folks, and I bet at a fairly deep discount. I mean...we can't charge full price for used products can we?" he asks, eliciting a bout of laughter from members of the audience.
My curiosity piqued, I begin to look around the crowd, my gaze eventually landing on the sight of the first winner. Her rotund youthful form is draped in a set of disposable paper clothing, much like something you'd see in a hospital, the thin layers doing well to hide her larger frame beyond her large rack and generous behind. With a phone pressed to the side of her head and a bundle of clothing in the other she stares up at the walkway in shock, her mouth agape and her cheeks flushed red. After a few moments, her eyes break away, her bottom lip quivering as she marches out towards the entrance.
Suddenly, my attention is brought back to the auction as the auctioneer's voice booms over the speakers once again.
"Okay, next up...how about we see...Lot Number 40!" he announces, taking his time to search the list a little before turning to face the office.
People stand on their toes and shuffle about to get a better look as a young woman quickly begins to walk out from the office area, her short stature making it difficult to get a decent view of her past the safety railing. If the Asian woman had been around 5'4" then this girl had to be around 5'2" or even less, her diminished size causing her to race a little faster to keep pace with the pre-programmed walking speed.
Her hair is a little more styled than the previous Lot, with her black hair having been shaved down on the sides of her head while the top sports a feather dark blue do. Her complexion is fairly pale and pasty, looking like she had never seen a day of sunlight in her life. The features of her face can only be described as cute and impish, a sharp narrow jawline and cheekbones being juxtaposed with soft cheeks and an adorable button nose.
Her physique is the most slender we had seen in the auction all day, with her arms and legs appearing like sticks and her ribs being faintly visible through her light skin. Her chest, while looking positively puny compared to the redhead we had just seen, still looked rather large on her small frame and is certainly a little more than a handful for her own petite digits. Her hips, by comparison, flare out a little more than the previous lot and support slightly more of a pronounced and jiggly rear.
As she reaches the auctioneer she spins in place to face the crowd, letting us all look into her icy blue eyes and at her ghost nipples.
The auctioneer, placing his clipboard under his arm, begins to pat the young woman on the head and ruffles her wispy blue hair playfully.
"Alright folks, so as you can see...she's a compact model" the auctioneer jokes, raising his eyebrows and clicking his tongue with an inhale. "But you know what they say, good things come in small packages."
His hand slowly begins to form a firmer grip on the woman's hair before he pulls at it slightly, causing the young woman to yelp in a crispy squeaky tone. "Don't worry folks, her hair isn't naturally blue" he says with an eye roll, tilting her head around in an effort to display her hair a little more clearly. "The previous buyer wanted a professional dye job before pick-up, and...well as you can see the roots are starting to show" he explains, though it wasn't like anyone in the town could see what he was talking about from this distance.
"Now, why should you consider this pint-sized purchase?" the auctioneer asks in a rhetorical fashion. "Well you see she is one of the best fresh starts, practically made for one. And I know I've said that about the others but bare with me here. This model is in good health, and will remain so, and..." the auctioneer explains, pausing as he releases the young woman.
"Pose...Pretzel" the auctioneer orders, his lips curling into a slight grin. Without a second thought the young woman quickly bends one of her legs up, balancing perfectly as she twists the limb effortlessly behind her head before sitting down and repeating the action with her other leg. Soon she is seated beside the auctioneer, tied in a knot with her cute pink pussy along with a small tuft of black pubic hair on full display to those in the audience who could see her low seated form.
"Great balance and flexibility, come one folks do I need to say more" the auctioneer says with a knowing wink, many a man and older woman in the audience talking amongst themselves eagerly.
"Five hundred" shouts a woman behind me. Twisting in place I'm forced to look down to see her, a sun kissed blonde in her early fifties sitting under a blanket in a wheelchair. Behind her stands a man around the same age, his face framed with ear-length black hair and dotted with wrinkles around his tired eyes.
"We haven't started yet..." the auctioneer chuckles, rolling his shoulders before shouting "but we have our first bid at..."
"One thousand!" I shout, excited by the low starting value and eager to keep in the game.
"And we have one thousand from the young man at the..." the auctioneer calls out, his recognition of my bid being cut off abruptly.
"Two thousand!" screams a young woman, in her early to mid-twenties. Her long brunette hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, the ends splitting due to lack of care. Heavy bags sag under her eyes, her conventionally attractive face devoid of make-up. She is dressed in ill-fitting loose clothing, the sort of gray tracksuit that you'd expect to see someone wearing around the house on a lazy day or after a break up with a tub of ice cream in hand.
Before I can even respond, the woman behind me calls out a new bid as another soon follows from somewhere deeper in the crowd. With all eyes on the young woman who had tied herself in a knot, the bids begin to quickly roll in.
However, much like with all the previous auctions it's over practically as soon as it begins. Familiar voices begin to drop out from the shouting crowd, the din of the room growing quieter and quieter until finally there is a relative silence.
"Is that it folks? Going once!" cries the auctioneer, taking a pause before continuing. "Don't let the height put you off...Going twice! Some people find it endearing...oh okay..."
"Sold to the..."
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