Sold to mr stone, p.1
Sold to Mr Stone, page 1
Sold to Mr. Stone
Copyright © 2019 Matt Tims
Edited by: Matt Connors
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Contents
Chapter 1 – Bribery
Chapter 2 – The Auction
Chapter 3 – Same-Day Delivery
Chapter 4 – The Date
Chapter 5 – After-Dinner Activities
Chapter 6 – The Gift
Chapter 7 – Back and Forth
Chapter 8 – A Drunken Recap
Chapter 9 – Bad Girls
Chapter 10 – Fantasies
Chapter 11 – Date Night: Part Two
Chapter 12 – A Verbal Contract
Chapter 13 – Fun and Games
Other Works & Contact Info:
Chapter 1 – Bribery
Monday, April 8th. 2:49 PM.
“It’s for a good cause, Anya.”
Anya wasn’t buying that. Yes, technically it was for a good cause, but there was so much wrong with what she was being asked to do. What year was it? This certainly didn’t seem politically correct in this day and age.
Ms. Rodgers continued to plead her case. “We’ve got nine girls signed up and we need one more. It’s not like you’re the only one or anything. Beth is doing it.”
“You got that right,” Beth chimed in before turning her attention back to her phone. “You’re crazy if you think I’m passing up an expensive dinner.”
“Please,” Ms. Rodgers begged. “It’ll only be for a couple of hours, and you’ll get a nice dinner out of it. It would help us out so much.”
The PTA board at her all-girls Catholic high school had come up with what they deemed a fantastic idea: a charity auction. However, unlike most charity auctions, there wouldn’t be any golf trips or wine tastings to bid on. This was a rather unique take on the age-old idea of fundraising.
“But what if it’s uncomfortable or something?” asked Anya. “Like, what if I’m stuck with some weirdo?”
“That’s not going to happen,” Ms. Rodgers explained from inside her empty math classroom. “We’re familiar with everyone who’ll be bidding, so it’s not like random people can just show up. You have my word that everything will be great.”
Ms. Rodgers being her favorite teacher still didn’t change the fact that this seemed awfully strange. The school was really auctioning off students for dates? And what kind of creep would spend money to take an eighteen-year-old girl out to dinner? She didn’t have a rich dad like Samantha Wilkinson either. It was so obvious that Samantha’s father would be the one who bought his spoiled little princess, but it was a total mystery as to who would be doing the bidding when it came to her own situation.
Anya wasn’t sold on it. “I have to think about it. It still doesn’t feel right to me.”
Time was ticking on Ms. Rodgers finding the tenth and final girl, and she didn’t exactly have a long list of candidates to choose from either. The girls were all required to be eighteen, they unofficially needed to be pretty, and they had to be up for spending a few hours with what would most likely be a complete stranger on a Friday night. How many students in the senior class were eighteen yet? The biggest problem; however, was with the number of good-looking girls who had boyfriends that attended other schools. A relationship all but guaranteed they wouldn’t be interested in participating in the auction, and the rest of the ladies weren’t willing to waste one of their valuable Friday nights to help the school raise money.
Ms. Rodgers was getting desperate—so desperate that she was willing to bend the rules a little bit. “I’ll add ten points to your next calculus test.”
Beth’s ears perked up at the sound of her girlfriend being bribed. “I didn’t get that offer!”
“I’ll add ten points to your next test too,” Ms. Rodgers told Beth. “Only if Anya agrees to take part in the auction though.”
Beth immediately turned to her best friend to beg her to accept the deal. “I need those ten points!”
“She’s not lying,” Ms. Rodgers laughed.
Great, now she was responsible for Beth’s situation as well? Truth be told, an additional ten points on her calculus test certainly wouldn’t hurt, but she knew how bad Beth was at math. Chances are she was in desperate need of that extra boost.
“Like, I really, really, really need them,” Beth went on. “You know how much I suck at math!”
The indecision on Anya’s face wasn’t something Ms. Rodgers liked seeing, and she was ready to pull out the big guns in order to receive a guarantee from perhaps her most beloved student. “Twenty points each.”
“Twenty points!” Beth exclaimed, almost yelling in excitement. “Anya, you have to say yes! I need those points!”
“Are you really comfortable with this?” Anya asked in a moment of complete honesty. “It doesn’t seem like a bad idea to you? I mean, what if something goes wrong?”
“Like what?” Beth questioned. “Ms. Rodgers already said that the restaurant will have both a sign in and sign out to keep track of us, and we’re gonna be driven home right after dinner. It’s not like we have to spend an entire day with one of these guys or anything. We get picked up, taken out to a nice restaurant where we can order something super expensive, and then we head home right after. What could possibly go wrong?”
Ms. Rodgers chimed in once again to calm her student’s worries. “We know everyone who’ll be in attendance, Anya. I can’t emphasize enough that you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Hey, there will even be a few women there, so maybe one of them will win you?”
Win her? Why was she being referred to as a piece of meat or something? What happened to feminism? How about the women’s movement? How were girls supposed to make any progress when this mentality still existed?
Anya wasn’t a dummy; she knew exactly what was going on here. It wasn’t as if Beth or herself were ugly. They were both close to five-foot-six, each possessed long brown hair and matching brown eyes, but the best friends had less in common as you moved down the rest of their bodies. While Beth was blessed with the big bust and voluptuous features that Anya could only dream about, Anya’s perky butt definitely topped that of her friend. One was curvy, the other rather petite, but there was no denying that they were both beautiful young women.
This was obviously a cash grab on the school’s end. The buyers would endure one hundred percent of the costs—dinner included—and the school would collect every single cent of the bids in profit. Part of this seemed somewhat immoral as well. Dangling eighteen-year-old girls in front of a bunch of rich guys was sure to bring in the big bucks. The mythological slutty Catholic schoolgirl dressed in her cute uniform still qualified as most men’s biggest fantasy, right? If she was actually going to stoop to this level and sell herself out, then she would do so for a very worthwhile reason.
Anya announced, “Instead of splitting the points between Beth and myself, I want Beth to get all forty of them.”
Beth’s eyes lit up.
“You need ‘em, right?” Anya double-checked.
“So bad!” Beth enthusiastically confirmed. “Oh my God, I love you so much!!!”
Ms. Rodgers was significantly less exuberant about this change in plans. “Forty points? I don’t know if I can do that.”
“And her grade doesn’t get capped at one hundred points either,” Anya stated her terms. “If Beth gets a seventy, then her grade gets bumped up to a one hundred and ten.”
“And you’ll take part in the auction if I say ‘yes,’ correct?” Ms. Rodgers asked after further pondering this somewhat bizarre proposal.
Anya nodded.
The calculus teacher took a moment to think before locking eyes with Beth. She needed to make one thing extremely clear. “You can’t tell anyone about this, understood? I could get into big trouble if someone found out that I changed your grade—especially for this reason. This stays between us three.”
“Deal!” Beth agreed, struggling to contain her excitement. “I won’t tell a soul!”
“Okay, deal,” Ms. Rodgers said. “Wednesday night at seven o’clock. Meet at the auditorium dressed to impress.”
Beth locked her arms around her petite friend, not hiding the fact that she wasn’t in any hurry to let go. “You’re the best!”
What was she supposed to do? Hang Beth out to dry? They’d been best friends since first meeting in the second grade, and this would definitely help to ease Beth’s parents’ frustration at their daughter’s usually less than stellar report card. The huge favor she’d just done for the girl who was still passionately hugging her didn’t help to reduce her own worries though. Something deep inside her stomach told her that this would be a nightmare.
She could already picture her winning bidder. First off, there was no way he would be good-looking. It just wouldn’t be possible. Handsome guys with money to burn wouldn’t waste their time at school auctions. They were busy working and seducing college-aged girls. Second, he would definitely hit on her. Why else would he have bought her in the first place? A two-hour dinner with some fat, balding, uncomfortable forty-year-old divorcee wasn’t exactly her cup of tea, but that certainly looked to be in her future now.
None of her classmates’ dads were attractive either, were they? The best she could do was probably Stacy Smith’s father, and he was just an average-looking forty-year-old man. There wouldn’t be any Hollywood movie romance on Wednesday night. Nor did she like the odds of a hot college stud showing up to place the winning bid on her; and to be completely honest, that really wasn’t her dream guy a
Anya was all about the older guys.
Let’s preface this by clearly defining what she considered to be her kind of older guy. Unfortunately, her dream man was more fantasy than reality. Her stepdad was pretty much the perfect example of what most men in their forties were like: overweight, somewhat defeated and genuinely exhausted when it came to the game of life, and more than happy to spend their free time in front of the television with a beer in hand. Now, if you want to start discussing the type of guy she would label “boyfriend material,” then it was time to get brutally honest.
He needs to be in shape! Why don’t older men realize how important this is? Guys her age are all either fat, skinny, or possess some kind of awkward lanky-looking frame. It seemed like it took a man until his mid-to-late twenties to gain the ability to put on real muscle, but so many guys that age refused to take care of themselves. There’s literally nothing hotter than some buff older stud with big arms and chiseled abs. Why did that particular type of guy only exist in the movies? Where were the men who took care of their bodies?
He absolutely must have that older guy confidence. She could still remember almost falling in love with Sarah Bandella’s uncle at her classmate’s seventeenth birthday party last year. Funny, sarcastic, charming, and witty: Jim had it all. The forty-something-year-old father of three had a line of high school girls hanging on his every word. He was the life of the party, and she always found herself gravitating toward the charismatic guys. Is there anything hotter than a guy who can make you laugh? Exactly!
She required a man with drive, and she wasn’t talking about his car. This was reason number one as to why she just couldn’t date guys her own age. All they want to do was play video games! Seriously? How about turning off your Xbox, getting to work on picking up a book or enjoying a productive hobby, and then we can talk. She wanted a man who struggled to fit her into his extraordinary busy schedule. While money was a definite bonus, he didn’t have to be rich—he just needed to be passionate about what he was doing. Listening to her stepdad constantly complain about his job drove her nuts. It’s like men have no idea just how off-putting whining is to women. Don’t complain about your problems! Go fix them!
A sense of style certainly wouldn’t hurt. God, she would puke if her date showed up dressed like a high school kid. Do boys her age own anything other than cargo or basketball shorts? How about a nice pair of khakis? Or even some fitting jeans can be sexy in the right environment. Anything other than cargo shorts and flip flops please!
A little chivalry would go a long way. Where were the men who held doors open, offered to pick up the tab once in a while, and maybe surprised her with flowers from time to time? Yes, equality is important and she definitely didn’t want to be treated like some helpless little girl, but what’s so wrong with the basic man/woman relationship? Men like to spoil their woman, and women enjoyed being spoiled by their man—both sides could do just that while still respecting feminism. Not wanting to solely be a housewife shouldn’t exempt her from receiving Valentine’s Day gifts, just like how making more money than her man wouldn’t cause her to look down on him. Everything didn’t have to be so cut-and-dried!
Last but not least, the words “I don’t care” shouldn’t exist in his vocabulary. This was her biggest issue with the guy Beth had attempted to set her up with last summer. While her BFF was apparently gaga over her then boyfriend, his buddy wasn’t so awesome to be around. Everything was “I don’t care.” That’s not hot! She didn’t want anything to do with a guy who couldn’t even give his two cents on which restaurant to go to. Few things turned her on more than decisiveness. A man who took control of the room had a key to her heart. He portrayed a certain status which she yearned to be around.
So, there you have it: the six necessary requirements for being her man. She wasn’t asking for all that much, was she? Beth always told her that she would die alone because her standards were too high, but she didn’t agree what that statement. Her perfect guy was out there—at least she hoped.
“Um…are you planning on letting go of me anytime soon?” Anya asked with a giggle.
Beth finally broke her hold, her perfect white teeth on full display thanks to her ear-to-ear smile. “You’re seriously the best friend ever! Like, I love you so much!”
“Remember, dressed to impress, girls,” Ms. Rodgers reiterated. “The school’s dress code doesn’t apply on Wednesday night. And make sure no one finds out about what we agreed to today.”
The two friends headed for the door, but not before Beth gave their math teacher one last guarantee. “We promise. See you tomorrow, Ms. Rodgers.”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow, Ms. Rodgers,” Anya added.
“Have a good day, girls,” their teacher told them before turning her attention to the big stack of ungraded tests on her desk.
“Coffee is on me for the next week,” Beth announced as the pair strolled down the hallway dressed in matching short sleeve white button-down dress shirts, dark navy plaid skirts, white socks which ended just below their knees, and black flats. “You seriously have no idea what forty extra points on our next test is going to do to my grade. It’s going to bring my GPA up so much!”
Anya still had her doubts. “I don’t think you realize just how much it would blow if we get stuck with some really awkward guy. We’re gonna be at some restaurant for hours. It’s not like we can just get up and leave.”
“Remember Tyler?” Beth asked.
How could she forget him? He was Beth’s “soulmate” for three months during summer vacation, and it was around that time when Anya realized just how quickly her friend fell in and out of love. There had pretty much been a new flavor of the month—every month—from that point on. If her girlfriend wasn’t smitten with one of her classmates’ older brothers, then she was lovestruck by some guy on Instagram, and Anya had to hear every single detail about all of them.
“Well, his dad was super weird,” Beth went on. “Like, really weird, and there were times where I had to talk to him when I went to dinner at Tyler’s house. It’s not a big deal. Just be nice. Smile, laugh at his jokes, and make sure you get super dolled up. That’s all men really want.”
Anya rolled her eyes as the duo trekked down the stairs, toward the first floor. “No, that’s not what all men want.”
“How would you know?” Beth questioned. “No offense, but you’ve never even had a boyfriend.”
Ah, that was long overdue. Beth was always quick to point out that she didn’t know anything about men. Why? Because she’d never dated anyone? Or was it due to her being a virgin? You don’t have to work for NASA to have an opinion about space, and being inexperienced when it comes to dating shouldn’t exclude her from voicing her thoughts on the male species.
“You act like guys want us to be bimbos.”
“Am I wrong?” Beth asked.
“Yeah, you’re wrong,” Anya said, strutting out of the Mount Mercy School of the Sacred Heart entrance, and into the warm early April sunshine. “I might not have a lot of experience with men, but you don’t exactly have a good track record with them either. Let’s not pretend like you’ve ever been in a great relationship.”
This time, it was Beth who rolled her eyes. “Some experience is better than none. All I’m saying is that I’m more likely to know than you, okay? You’re fooling yourself if you don’t think that’s what men want.”
“So, you’re telling me that men would love me if I just smile, act like they’re amazing, and always look pretty?” Anya asked with a huff. “That’s the key to every guy’s heart?”
“You got it,” Beth nodded to verify her stance. She paused just outside her locked Ford Focus to emphasis her final thoughts. “Men love to be babied. They want to be waited on and praised for every little thing they do. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s so easy to make them happy. I honestly don’t know why so many women have problems.”
“You’ve complained about every guy you’ve ever dated!” laughed Anya, dumbfounded from what she’d just heard. “What are you talking about?”
Beth unlocked her car and slipped behind the wheel, while Anya slid into the passenger side.
