The Party and the Afterparty

Any movement I make sends me to a world far beyond where I stand now.

I hear laughter, but I can't sense where it is coming from.

"I'd take her for a joyride, but I like my girls whiter." The boss says wiggling his fingers in his pockets.

Surprisingly, I can't formulate a witty comeback in my mind. I am so dazed out.

'Is this how it feels to be high?'

The men leave me alone to suffer by myself.

It takes a while, but when the drugs finally subside we are landing on Russian soil.

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I am then taken out of the plane still handcuffed only in my underwear.

It is chilly, but familiar as I lived in Michigan my whole life.

The snow falls gently and I can't help but admire it. I am then stuffed into the back of a limousine and the men drive off with me.

I finally am able to see the other girl.

She is quiet, hair straight and pale blonde down to the roots, skin white as a light cream petal or vanilla ice cream. She is pretty in a strange way. Surely she will be auctioned off at a higher price than me since men in this world prefer paler, blonder women. And me with my stark white hair and dark in between almond and espresso brown skin would probably be too exotic for their tastes.

'And she has pretty blue eyes.'

I frown suddenly feeling ugly.

I quit my thinking when I notice that she isn't bound or gagged.

The car suddenly jerks to a stop and the boss man suddenly gets into the back with us eyes locking in on the other girl.

I then realize why he came here.

The man scoots over to the woman and begins fondling her breasts and kissing her. The car begins to move again and she spreads her legs weakly and lets him put his small d___ in her.

Trying hard to ignore the sounds and looking away from the display. The boss man then grunts after a while and I peep from the corner of my eye as he is pressing deeper into her.

Holding back my vomit, I turn away and close my eyes.

Then I feel someone grip my hair.

"You're lucky. Just wait, When you get purchased you will do the same." The boss man says.

'I feel sick.'

That is when there is a knock at the window separating the driver from the passengers.

The window opens and the snarky man opens the window.

"We are almost here boss." He rasps.

He eyes me and smiles.

"This one looks like she wants something."

I start shaking my head no vigorously and my eyes start tearing up.

"She is a breeder, can't touch her without getting her pregnant. And that won't be good for our customers if they get a pregnant product." The boss says "And I just used our only condom."

Hearing that made me feel safe that they couldn't touch me, but worried about my new life.

My back length hair falls onto my face and I pray to god that they at least have good hair supplies wherever I will be sent to so I don't have to cut it all off.

I would say that perhaps I have good genetics. I have long hair, long white lashes and white perfectly arched full eyebrows and blue-white sclera, not too many blood vessels all over my eyes and not a single eye freckle in sight.

Both of my parents are black my mom being black from the states and my dad Caribbean. I was born with thick lips with a bigger top lip and a sharp nose and almond shaped eyes because my dad is half Chinese. I would probably look better with black hair, but there is nothing I can do about my hair and I don't want to dye it and poison my roots. 

When we make it to the private mansion we are taken out of the car and the cold air hits me after being in the warmth of the car.

Like an ice bath. After a few minutes I suddenly feel comfortable as I take a shaky step towards my fate.

My sneakers squelch in the snow. They push me inside the big mansion.

'Wonder if my parents are wondering where I am? Will my younger siblings miss me?'

Shaking my head I step through the doors. A bunch of other women only in their underwear, it is enough to shock me out of my thoughts. Many were barefoot or in skimpier clothing than I am in. Seeing as the men were kind enough at least to leave my undergarments on.

We aren't the only ones. A whole bunch of men are waiting to sell off women. 

Me and the other women are put in another room.

'I have never seen so many white women in a room. Maybe I might not get sold.'

But the closer I look, the women look plain or average. This gives me a boost of confidence for some reason.

From the window I watch as the sky becomes darker from it's pale grey, baby blue, to a mysterious midnight blue. The clouds black. Seemingly a sign from above telling me that my time has come.

And so it did.

We are made to march out of the room in a line. The blonde woman from before is in front of me. There is a jab at my neck when I reach the large party room stage.

A rush of heat floods my body and I fall to my knees panting.

The auction begins.

The first few women go for no more than five hundred thousand.

The mafia loan sharks come out and then introduce the blonde girl.

"She may not be a virgin or very fertile, but she will give you the time of your life as the perfect partner or slave, very docile and submissive to orders. And it's a plus's that she is beautiful. Price starting at one million."

There is discussion from the crowd.

"One million and one!"

The bids reach close to my price and ends at forty-five million. So I have heard the men gaggle about in English.

The woman is promptly sent off to the man who bought her.

I gulp because now it is my turn.

"Starting for 50 million, it is the rare lab created girl we have present for you today. She is more on the exotic side and was made for breeding as our intelligence pieced together."

There is a strange silence as the others contemplate my existence while I stand awkwardly on the stage. I understand nothing.

Then a man and a woman push forward, still not understanding anything anyone around me is saying.

The man then speaks:

"I guess I will participate in this event. I will buy her." He raises his bidding sign and the men who were selling me off froze in fear.

"Mr. Moon? I thought he doesn't come to these events." They all huddle in.

"Sold to, Mr. Moon!"

I look over to the man who bought me and a sigh of relief washes over my heart.

He is not an old man.

He is pale, too pale. Eyes blue-black and hair a soft medium brown. He gives off an almost otherworldly look as he stares back at me.

Suddenly, I am pushed off of the stage.

And I fall straight into the arms of the woman who followed him over.

She too is also Asian, her black hair swooped up into a bun, and her skin is tanned a lovely blanched almond, warm brown eyes glance back at me. Her face is petite and if I didn't know any better I would have assumed she was a model. But I knew that she was probably his assistant by the fact that she was here following around the model like man in a businesswoman's suit. A skirt and top with a vest a set from what I recognize as Jucci an old, but well worn brand.

Perhaps they are dating and they want me to be their third. I am scared now of my own thoughts. Better to stop thinking now.

I right myself and blush, to myself at least.

The woman had accidentally grasped my breast when she caught me.

"Interesting selection, Mr. Moon." The woman speaks in her home language. I look at her in confusion.

Then I look over to Mr. Moon. His eyes are trained on me in what seems like disgust.

"You can bring her along. Oh, and take off that thing that is in her mouth."

She unstraps the gag and throws it onto the floor far away.

Breathing it a sigh of relief, I then lick my lips.

I look aimlessly as the woman grabs my arm to my surprise and I gasp and look at her.

"Come." She says with an angry look.

"Huh?" I respond with a confused look.

When she drags me away, it comes to my attention that she isn't very strong.

I start to walk making her trip. It is my turn then to catch her.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"You speak English?" She asks surprised. This time I understand her.

"Yes?" I ask.

She growls and turns to Mr. Moon who is looking over his shoulder with a scowl. His eyes piercing. He is standing by one of the men who are fiddling with a scanner.

"Follow quickly." She says and I do so.

I follow her quickly out of the building where Mr. Moon pulls off his coat and throws it over my body where I clutch it tightly.

More and more bodies rush out of the mansion and I can see why. The police are here.

In the confusion, we slip into a limousine and move out.

"This is the last time I attend one of these conventions." He speaks with an upset tone hiding away his credit card.

"This surely was a spur of the moment choice sir." The assistant says smiling at me.

I smile back awkwardly despite having no clue at all what she is smiling for.

I then take this time to observe my new owner.

His body is sculpted his thick coat obscured his massive pectorals and strong arms. They connect from the torso to a slim waist seamlessly. He is built like a tapered rectangle, no, like two trapezoids, looking more like a sherry schooner champagne glass. Wide shoulders to a tapered waist and a nice round… let's not complete that thought shall we.

The woman becomes more friendly with me.

"Don't worry about Mr. Moon. He has been struggling with English since the third grade. Never seemed to grasp it as well I have."

"Oh, I see." I say side eyeing him.

Mr. Moon grunts and turns to face the window.

The woman then becomes cute?

She pouts her lips.

"Hey, at least pay attention when I am talking to you!" She whines.

I let out an amused breath. Then another. I break into laughter. Tears begin to pour from my eyes.

"She's hysterical!"

I didn't catch what she said as Mr. Moon notices and he turns to face me.

"Please don't cry." The woman says turning around to me.

Mr. Moon then sits next to me and pulls me forward so that I can smell his breath. It is like a inhaling cinnamon and sugar. His tongue is red, probably from eating candy, and I feel my nostrils burn before becoming numb.

I feel panic rise in my body before becoming mellowed out. In a daze, my eyes roll back and I pass out.

When I wake up I am on the plane.

'This is the second time I have woken up and been on a plane this week.'

The woman sits directly across from me.

"!!" I sit up shocked.

"You slept well." She smiles. "My name is Lee Chung Cha. What is yours?"

"What did he do to me?" I ask her ignoring her question.

"He used the collar on you. Lucky for you he only used a small dose."

"What is in it?"

She makes a face and then huffs.

"That I can't tell you."

"Where are we?"

"Korea. We should be landing soon. He only gave you a small dose so you shouldn't be too. Besides you should be celebrating. You get to have the most sought after man in Korea as your owner." She says with a straight face.

"But, if you take it from me, maybe it is better to find someone else." She adds with a tilted headed smile.

'Suspicious. I am unsure whether to trust her or not.'

For a good amount of time I just stare out of the window.

We touchdown in Korea in two minutes and I am escorted out of the plane and into a car where we head off to a private mansion.

The night sky sparkles with the moon and from the large house you can see one bright twinkling star.

I managed to get transported through three borders in one week.

Sighing as I am ushered into the house.

'Rush, rush, rush. Can't I catch a break?'

Mr. Moon speaks quickly.

"This is your room. You will assist me when I ask of you…"

Ms. Lee Chung Cha then relays his words in English. I quite remember the last name comes first when they introduce themselves.

Perhaps her name is Chung Cha.

"This is your room. You will assist him in bed when he asks of you. You will eat when he tells you to eat. Misbehave and he will ensure you are punished accordingly."

I am then pushed into the room and it is unsurprisingly decorated well, the room isn't to my taste.

It looks exactly like the situation I am in. Unplanned, but done over with a neat bow.

The walls and floor are white. The floor has little crystal particles in it with shimmers of what I can only tell as glitter. The bed is in the center of the room black headboard and base with drawers and white bedsheets. A silvery chandelier hangs just over the bed inside of the hanging arched canopy of the bed. White curtains hanging from it. It is a princess sized bed. A bed fit for a princess indeed.

The room is massive enough that it outsizes my old shared bedroom with my four brothers. The bed outclasses my old twin sized one in a heartbeat.

I still remember all of us sleeping on the two twin beds pushed as close as possible without touching. Me and my brothers Finneas, Gerald, Harold, and Ishmael. Our names follow in letter order. Me being the eldest since my name starts with an E.

Bored from standing still, I walk over to the bed and look closer at the fibers feeling them in my fingers.

Smooth and silky, but light weight.

I look in front of me. There are two fine black dressers with white marble counter tops. A finely made intricate black lamp with a crystal lampshade sits one on each dresser.

Behind in a corner is a door with a sleek handle and I pad over there and open it. Inside is a wardrobe and silver rods for hangers. A similar chandelier hangs in the center of the room. And there is a black and white patterned chair with a black metal table with a glass top.

A black based ottoman with black and white pattern sits in front of the sofa chair.

"A walk-in closet?"

'Surely, I might not get any more clothing than what I am wearing.'

I look down to my periwinkle purple bra and panty set.

'Not with how Mr. Moon is. The nice lady might. And she is quite pretty, she must have nice clothes I can borrow despite my chest being big and my hips being a bit wider. Maybe she might have a big shirt.'

My double D sized chest bounces as I pull up my bra because my areolas are showing.

Next to the black wardrobe is a silver. Mirror with black and white rim.

A rosé glass body with a thicker stem. Big bust light due to whatever they added to my genetics in the lab. Small waist and round cute shaped butt.

I close the distance with the mirror and stroke a hand through my hair.

'I guess I am pretty.'

Turning around, I walk back out of the room. On the ottoman sitting at the foot of the bed is a towel and fancy looking soaps.

"I am guessing the other door closer to the bed is the bathroom."

The bathroom is just as intricately thought out as the bedroom and the walk-in-closet.

The flooring is the same as the outside only black. There is another door separating the rest of the bathroom and to my right is a white vanity with white iced glass designs and a neon light strip going around the room. A remote that is probably for changing it's color sits on the vanity.

I eagerly set it to the periwinkle purple that could be used to describe my underwear set and eyes. From there I continue to explore.

Opening the door and shutting it behind me I note the things inside. The sink is to the right of the room with a black cabinet and white marble counter tops a crystal faucet to boot greets my eyesight. I look up and imbedded in the wall is a black, silver mirror medicine cabinet.

My eyes reflect eerily in the silvered glass.

Behind me is a black, shimmery hot tub and to the back of the room is a shower tucked off in the corner with a crystal shower head.

"Just how freaking rich is he?" I gasp out in disbelief. All the faucets were made out of crystal.

I shakily walk into the shower and then I realize there is no handle to turn it on.

But there is a big silver button on the black backsplash of the wall. So I press it?

I press the button and there is a holographic door and something scans my body.

A big silver X appears on my chest and it scans me.

I put the tray down through the hologram on the short table. Once it is down the shower makes a relieved sigh sound and asks me a question in Korean:

"Please select temperature and jets of the shower."

From a range of blue to red it pulls up a screen. I put it near cool. As I am guessing. The screen moves to the side and I stick my hand through the hologram doors and take the soap and shampoo and conditioner.

I slide under the water.

Figuring I have been cold enough I decide to test the waters and increase the warmth.

"Ahhh. Oh my god, it feels so nice."

My head practically rolls back and I sigh into the water.

It feels so nice under the water that my hands start moving on their own.

Grasping my breasts. When I get to my neck I feel the collar. My fingers slide around it and it doesn't budge as if it is a part of my skin. I think I should be able to get it wet.

I ignore the collar and begin to refocus on cleaning myself.

The soap smells like moringa.

"Ah." Must also clean the cookie and butt.

I try my hardest to ignore the arousal building up in my body, but I make it through the shower and washing of my hair.

Perhaps he might call on me to rid me of this tension.

When I get back into the room Chung Cha was waiting for me, and I am completely naked.

"I was wondering if you were hungry so I bought some…" She pauses when she looks at me.

"Titties." (K)

And here, I didn't know what she said, but whatever it is, I do know I need clothes.

"Eek!" I scream covering my breasts with my arms and my private parts with a hand.

Chung Cha sighs and walks out of the room. She comes back with a soft robe.

"Wear this, tomorrow we will go shopping, that or have the tailor design something for you if nothing fits."

By my bed is an elaborate tray of fruits on the dresser.

I sit myself on my new bed and watch as Chung Cha brings my tray to me.

"Eat up, I figure you might want something light to eat before bed."

"Oh, thank you." I say looking up at her. something about her is so off, but on at the same time.