The Happiest Ending - Chapter 6
Chapter 6: All Aboard
My room was too quiet. I had been sitting here since I was escorted back after the auction but the echoes still lingered in my ears.
The muffled applause, whispered bets, the faint hum of desire and money colliding. But here, back in the softly lit confines of my suite, silence pressed against me like a second skin. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded in my lap like a doll waiting to be posed.
I wasn’t told to change. I wasn’t told to move. So I didn’t.
The only thing I had was the black envelope still resting on the vanity table, opened and reread so many times that the card inside had started to curve at the corners.
You’ve been chosen.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat there. 30 minutes, maybe longer, until a soft knock came at the door. No voice, just the sound of it opening, the brief hush of footsteps, and then closing again. I turned my head slowly.
A box had been left for me. Matte black. Ribboned. No note at first glance. Just the sharp spike of anticipation in my chest.
With fingers that felt less like mine and more like something borrowed, I pulled the ribbon loose. The lid lifted with a soft breath of air, and for a moment, I just stared. My breath caught.
Inside, nestled in layers of soft tissue, was a gown.
A formal gown. Long, flowing, elegant. So unlike the short skirts and fishnets I’d grown used to wearing for clients. This was expensive. A dusty mauve satin, with a sweetheart neckline, gathered at the waist with a sheer overlay that draped like falling mist. It was cut to hug and shape the body beneath it, but in a way that whispered opulence rather than screamed sex.
Beneath the gown was a pair of full, silky pantyhose in classic suntan, shimmering slightly under the warm lights. Not stockings. Not something held up by a garter, something for easy access. No, this was full control. Coverage. Femininity in one smooth, encasing layer.
And beneath that — heels. Tall, strappy, designer. A soft champagne gold, the kind that caught light in flirtatious flashes. Thin stiletto, pointed toe. Meant not for walking far, but for being seen.
There was a note, finally. Nestled under the bodice of the gown. The same silver script as before.
Put it on. All of it. Then wait.
