New Story, Any Chance Auction, by Joe Doe

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ANY CHANCE AUCTION

A new story, inspired by the wonderful TRYING ON A COLLAR stories on Literotica by Carl Bradford.


It had started over Thanksgiving, when my friend Rita and her family visited me in Chicago. We both grown up in the same neighborhood, and our moms were close friends. I stayed in Chicago, making a fortune in the bond market and buying a mansion on the Gold Coast. Rita took a different path, falling in love with a good old boy named Rosco Hunt, and following him back to his home town in Dallas.

Rita’s almost 15 years older than me, but our mothers were inseparable, so I saw a lot of her growing up, and we became close. Given our age difference, in some ways Rita’s a bit more of a mom to me than a sister, and her son Sam, whom she calls Skeeter, is only a few years younger than I am.

I stayed in Chicago and got my degrees from Northwestern and the University of Chicago, and the rest is finance history. Once she moved to Dallas, Rita went totally Texas, learning to speak with a thick Texas twang that I often teased her about, much to her annoyance. Never one to stop halfway, Rita was more Texas than Rosco, or anyone else I had ever met from Texas.

“Say library,” I’d say.

“Lie-brrareee”, she’d drawl, and I’d burst into laughter.

Okay, it was a little mean, particularly when I made fun of her accent when we were out-and-about in Chicago, but if you can’t be a little brat with your big step-sister, who can you brat with?

We had a nice holiday over Thanksgiving, and Skeeter seemed to appreciate living in a mansion with a maid and a driver. As he had just turned 21, he was free to explore the city’s clubs, which he did with a vengeance, and I very much enjoyed being his cool Aunt Annie, which came out “Annie-Annie” in HIS thick Texas twang.

The visit was a huge success, and it wasn’t until the end that Rita pulled me aside. “I reckon ya’ll know Skeeter gotta TOTAL crush on ya, right?”

“Really?” I said. “I’m his Aunt!”

“No you’re ayn’t. We ayn’t related, and yer his cool Almost-Aunt with more money than ya' can shake a stick at. He’s totally horndog for you. It’s bad enough I got my husband eye-balling ya’, now you got my son all hot and bothered, too.”

“I’m just having some fun. Skeeter’s a kid! Besides, I don’t think Roscoe likes me. He seemed pretty pissed the other night.”

“That’s cuz you called him a racist and an “ignoramus” for supporting our blessed President Trump. Plus, ya' practically a-cuse-ed him of cheatin’ on me, right in front of Skeeter.”

“I just asked him if he had sex with the slave girls at The Big D.”

“For the zillionth time, Anne, it ayn’t sex. It’s work. He’s a-trainin’ ‘em.”

“Hello, Rita? Anyone home? Roscoe works as a MANAGER, in a SLAVE MARKET. That’s what they sell at The Big D, isn’t it? Slave girls? I asked him if he had sex with the girls. It’s a fair question.”

“They ayn’t GIRLS. They’re inventory. Merchandise! Lord love a duck, Annie, for a girl with so much fancy-pants Yankee education, you shure enough are DIM. Now you embarrassed Rosco in front of his boy.”

“Skeeter didn’t even hear. He was staring at my legs the whole time.”

“Because you’re wearin’ a hooker dress, in Chee-cago, in November!”

“It’s pronounced, Chicago, Rita, and I was just having a little fun. They wear a lot less at The Big D, Rita. Don’t act all high-and-mighty with me. Your husband sells slave girls for a living, which is about as sexist as it comes. And your boy is studying “Slave Management” at the Ag College, like women are livestock, and that’s even a real degree. You’re a total hypocrite!”

“Don’t you DARE come after my boy!” Rita said, pointing her finger in my face. “I’m a hypocrite? You’re one who took like a dozen classes in Slave Yoga. You’re the one who has your official, Prime- grading certificate hanging on the wall right next to your college degree, and don’t think Skeeter’s eyes didn’t bug out when you showed him THAT.”

“I was showing him my degrees, and encouraging him to study hard, that’s all. My Prime- certificate, which I am very proud of, by the way, as I worked VERY hard to earn, just happened to be next to my many other accomplishments.”

“And when he asked you if you were really Prime-, and then your turned up your lip, and had him read back the Slave Identification Number on your lip, and compare it to your certificate? And when you bragged about how pretty the gold seal was, and how the drawing of the naked slave girl at the top of the certificate was in the same pose you were in when you found out your final grade? You are totally slave hot! Ready-and-rarin’ to go!”

“I am not!” I said indignantly. “I just have… a healthy curiosity.”

"Healthy my ass. Ya gotta hankerin’ for the collar. As for my son’s degree, he’s had slave psychology, so don’t think he don’t see through all your fancy degrees. Teasin' him, turnin' him on. Yer nothin' but a slave tease, and if he got ya’ naked and collared, he’d teach you a trick or two!”

“Skeeter’s a little kid,” I shot back.

“Which you never stop teasing him about. He’s short and scrawny, Annie, but he’s 21. He might be nervous as a June bug round you, he’s pretty handy with the slave whip. Maybe he should show ya’ some time!”

“What exactly do you mean by THAT?” I said, egging her on. “Perhaps you’d like to expand on that proposal?”

“Well, YER’ the one quizzing Rosco about The Big D, and what the kennels are like, and if he’s ever butt branded a girl. YER the one askin’ about ‘inventory turn’, and how high they stack the cages, and what shit they put in the slave chow.”

“I’m curious,” I said, sounding a bit too defensive. “I’ve watched the videos of The Big D like 10,000 times, but those are ads. All they show is laughing customers in cowboy hats slapping each other on the back as they put their bids in. I want to know what it’s like for the girls.”

"Who gives two shits?" she said. "They're Pleasure Sluts."

"I care! I want to know what it's like!" I shot back.

“Well, if yer’ so dang curious, maybe I should check ya’ll into the slave pens, for an overnight stay. That way you could find out what the kennels are like, first hand.”

There was a huge pause as I just stared at her, using my power over her to let her outrageous suggestion hang in the air. When I finally spoke, my voice was measured and calm.

“How dare you,” I said quietly. “Look at this mansion. Do you know who I am?”

Rita laughed derisively, but when she responded, her voice was equally calm, and equally powerful.

“Do you know who you are?” she said. She smiled, enjoying the shocked look on my face as the question hung in the air, and then turned and exited.
***

Rosco and Skeeter hadn’t heard our argument, or at least, didn’t let on. The next morning was bright and cheerful, and made all the nicer when they found out that I had upgraded them to First Class, and had arranged for my driver to take them to the airport.

When Skeeter and Rosco were in the limo, Rita took me by the hands. “Thanks for the hospitality, Anne. Ya’ know, the weather in Dallas is a spell nicer in January. Maybe y’all should come down and see-us.”

“I might do that,” I said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“I was thinking about what you said about Rosco, and I am kind of curious about what he does when he’s managing the place at night. You know men: everything’s “fine”.

We both laughed.

“If I checked you into the slave kennels, you could find out what it’s like, and give me a report on Rosco.”

I looked at her, a little stunned. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek, and disappeared into the limo.

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I didn't see a part one, will there be more to this story?

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I didn't see a description of Annie or Rita, what do they look like? I want to look around for photos of dressed woman in cowboy boots with a naked girl handcuffed with a rope lasso around her neck walking across a parking lot.

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Joe: I just started re reading this series and forgot what a bitch Anne was to Rita her "sister" from the beginning and also how old she was compared to Skeeter. I assume due to her degrees and accomplishments in business and her vast wealth she is in her 30s and Rita and Rosco mid 40s. Rita sounds like a person that enjoys revenge and Anne has belittled Rita's family and Rita for years first with her accent, then her conservative beliefs, then with her son's education, finally Rosco's job. Ann deserves everything she is about to receive as the story continues. I am loving the re read thank you for continuing it. In this streaming TV world it is great to do the same with an erotic book like story.