The Scene (Book 5): The Virgin Auction

By Abbey Kypner

Ever since Tayson saved Jase from the streets, he's made it clear that Jase's virginity will be the first part of repaying that kindness. Now after months of training he's finally ready to give up his cherry and become initiated as a new manwhore. Yet Jase is torn between his duty and his passion when he goes to meet his client. How will he handle the Virgin Auction?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abbey Kypner
• Release date: Jul 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476027814

Abbey Kypner

Abbey Kypner has been writing since she was in grade school. In college she discovered adult fiction and found a love of story-based adult romances.

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The Scene (Book 5): The Virgin Auction

By Abbey Kypner

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Copyright 2012

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The Virgin Auction

The air is humid, thick with the smell of sweat and cool mist from the fog machines. My fingertips graze a Corinthian pillar as I circle the crowd, savoring the wubs as they flow through me. Different kinds, too: there are ones that hammer you down, that crash through your body in waves. There's the bass that thumps through your chest like a second heartbeat against your own. Then there's the pulse that you tap your foot to, feeling it reverberate through the floor to the rhythm of your steps.

My hand runs along the wooden banister as I climb the broad, curving staircase. The newcomers edge away, still fully clothed and too shy to mingle. That's always a sad thing to see: a guy drops forty bucks at the entrance and just ends up being a wallflower the whole night. Several of the regulars glance at me as I pass, and the darkness hides their blushes. They know who I am and what I do, and a few ache to sample my infamous touch. They've certainly heard the rumors. Most of them are skeptical as to their accuracy.

Those guys are too smart for their own good: crazy as it sounds, it's all true.

A few women are in the crowd too, basking in the glow of sweaty male bodies and safe in the knowledge that they won't be accosted. We used to have a problem with straight guys sneaking in to get their sleaze on. I took care of that, though. Whenever I saw one of them putting the moves on a woman, I'd cup a cheek, shake