Bratty Subs get punished
𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock beeping uncontrollably. Wake up to start a new day. It's the last day of Senior Year a.k.a choosing day. Incase you are wondering what choosing day is. It is the day where all the eligible Doms choose their sub. I'm almost certain I won't be chosen considering all the other girls in my senior class are way prettier. I've never seen myself as one of the girls to get chosen considering I'm curvier, brown eyes, and brunette hair. They normally choose the blonde hair, blue eyes, and skinny girls. Like my best friend Mackenzie. Speaking of Mackenzie she should be here in about an hour I need to get ready.
45 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧
I just finished getting ready and I am wearing a black top that shows a little cleavage, blue ripped jeans, and white sneakers. My hair is curly and I'm not wearing makeup.
As I'm about to get breakfast Mackenzie honks her horn. I start walking towards the door when she honks it 2 more times.
𝒮ℴ 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾ℯ𝓃𝓉. I hurry and run out.
"What took you so long slow poke?" Mackenzie says.
"Sorry. Sorry." I say back
"Whatever get in. We're gonna be late and I CANNOT be late!! I'm too excited!!"
She says
"Of course you're excited you look amazing." I say.
Mackenzie is wearing a white shirt, blue jeans, and White sneakers as well. Though her hair is half up half down and straight. She has a little bit of glitter on her eye lids and lipgloss.
We get to the school and see the parking lot is PACKED so we park farther from the school. As soon as we get in we are rushed into a room with all of the other senior girls and guys who are being auctioned off. We were categorized off of a questionnaire we took in the beginning of the year. Me and Mackenzie were both categorized as subs.
We get pushed into stage with numbers on. I'm number 21 and Kenzie is number 22.
It's not too long before the auction starts. We stand as numbers are called then out of nowhere I hear an old man in the back yell
"I'll take Number 21 for $2,000." Oh God, no.
"NO I want Number 21 for $5,000."
Another man yells.
"Number 21 for $30,000" Somebody yells. I can't see them from where I am because they're too far in the back.
The announcer says "Ok mister please come and get her."
As he gets closer my heart pounds. Why am I so nervous?
"Mr. Jones pleasure to have you" the announcer nervously says while looking down.
Mr. Jones? I thought as the mysterious stranger came closer I noticed more and more about him. Like his extremely muscular body, his tan skin, the small glimpses of tattoos you could see on his neck, his brown hair, and those dark brown eyes. They look like they could kill you with one look.
Then I get pushed out of thought when he comes up to me and grabs my hand and pulls me off of stage. But not before I hear Mackenzie's number called. God how I pray she gets a good one. By the grip of "Mr.Jones" hand it doesn't seem like I'd be so lucky.
After we're off stage I try to pull away. Key word: 𝓉𝓇𝓎. He gives me a glare that clearly says- "You better not" I look up at him with an annoyed and confused glare.
He yanks me in front of him and goes "Listen we just started and you're already starting to misbehave. Stop it or else I'll make a bigger scene than we already are."
After that I keep quiet considering I don't want to get in trouble already.
