It was a full moon—the first one in three years. My sugar daddy, the Stetson man, and I were attending the Christie’s auction and he was still on a high from purchasing yet another high priced piece. As we walked around the gallery, you could see all of the who’s who of the art world. There were celebrities, musicians, famous artists, and photographers in the gallery—and those were just the ones that I recognized. This auction attracted buyers from Europe, the Middle East, and China.
My Stetson man loved art, but it became pretty clear that he also wanted to show me off. It seems that rich, older men love to brag about who’s on their arm. I was the prize and he was so proud. You could see the acknowledgement by the nods from other men—he was getting their approval. I thought to myself, “I’ll give them a show.” So, little by little, I made sure that my blouse was pulled down as low as it would go. I could see men’s eyes fixated on me, trying to drink me up. And I loved how it made the Stetson man pay extra attention to me.
As we moved throughout the room, the Stetson man told me that he usually stayed up front to be close to the auctioneer, but tonight, we were going to be in the back. We walked back and in one corner, there were huge flat screen televisions that showed what piece was up for auction next. Up at the front was the auctioneer and to the left stood many of the foreign buyers with their entourages. Many of them had people that would be bidding for them when they got the sign to bid. A lineup of phones being attended to ran down the other wall. You could literally feel the excitement in the air.
My Stetson man could not keep his hands off me and was determined that every man in the area saw us together. He kept touching me and putting his hands on my breasts in full view of everyone, and I just leaned into him. He loved the willingness of my body, but little did he know that I was putting on a show for all of the other rich men standing nearby. If the Stetson man was there for high dollar art, so were the other men—that meant all of these handsome older men had money to spend. It was like heaven…