Auction

“Rita, how are you doing?”
Rita turned around and saw a seven foot platinum blonde slender woman with ice blue eyes. She was obviously of Nordic extraction. She was dressed in yellow jeans and a long sleeve white turtleneck shirt. Her hair was cut short.  
'Debbie, how are you, 'the six foot eight black hair woman with deep brown skin and black eyes. The Puerto Rican woman was thin as well wearing a black skirt with a blue blouse.
The two hugged one another. They had known each other since they both joined the same modeling agency. They had been able to work together on several shoots.
'I assume you are hear for the same reason I am, ' Debbie asked.
'If you mean that I got a call from our agent at the agency to come hear at three o'clock, you would be correct.'
The two young girls, both were twenty two,  were in a large room of a two story building. The building was located in an isolated part of town. About twenty young women, all quite beautiful, were mulling around, chatting with each other and drinking from bottled water that were located along the walls of the room.
'Did our agent say anything about this job, Rita?' Debbie asked.
'Nope, but those people might be able to tell us.'
All eyes proceeded to look at the middle age couple that walked into the room. The man was wearing a suit and looked like he was in his forties. He showed signs of premature balding. He had a slight bulge in his gut. The woman, also in her forties, was a red head. Unlike the man, she seemed to have a certain amount of class. Following the two were about a half a dozen men dressed in black and wearing dark sunglasses. They looked like security.
'Ladies, ' the woman said. 'Thank you for coming here. Let me explain the assignment. We are holding an auction for some high end jewelry. Hence the security. We would like you to model the jewelry. It should be an easy assignment where you will each be paid five thousand dollars. I assume everyone will be interested.'
There were a chorus of agreements. Rita and Debbie looked at one another and smiled. This would be an interesting night.
'Excellent, let us begin.' the lady said.
For the next two hours the girls proceeded to wash and have their hair and makeup done. The building had shower facilities. Because they were modeling jewelry the woman were made to wear black catsuits that covered every inch of their skin except their heads. Even their hands, feet, and neck was covered in the black spandex fabric. Each model was also made to wear black high heels.
'At least we can wear black g-strings under these catsuits, ' Debbie whispered to Rita. 'I feel almost naked in this outfit.'
Rita giggled softly. 'I know what you mean.'
The other girls reactions were mixed. Some did not mind the catsuits. Others felt a touch of discomfort. But they were professionals and would act accordingly. Nonetheless there was a murmur of nervous chatter which became silent as people, with a security detail, brought in the jewelry.
Debbie gasped, 'My god the jewelry is gorgeous.'
Rita nodded in agreement. The jewelry was a mixture of bracelets, necklaces, rings, and earring. Some were gold, others were silver. The gem were also a mixture of different colors of diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires. There were also some pearls in the mix.  Each girl was given one or two or even three pieces of jewelry. A piece of paper with a number typed in large block letters was taped to their backs.
'The numbers are to make it easier for our client to make bids,' the middle age man said to the ladies. Him and the woman had followed the people with the jewelry and oversaw the distribution of the jewelry to the female models.
After all of the ladies were given their jewelry to wear they were escorted to a large room that was located in the middle of the building on the second floor. They were positioned at various position in the room. Security personal were scattered throughout various parts of the room. Men in suit could be seen as well. All had earbuds in their ears. Along the walls, food and drinks could be seen. The room itself was set up quite nice. A lot more elegant that the women expected to see in this building.
The woman said, 'The security personal are here for obvious reasons. The men in suits are hear to answer questions from the bidders and take their bids. The bids are all silent. After a set of jewelry has been bid upon, the woman will be escorted out, the jewelry given to the new owners, and the person will get paid. The bidders will be here in ten minutes so get ready.
The girls started to murmur with excitement.

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The auction had been going on for about an hour. Rita had carefully showed the jewelry she was modeling, two sapphire rings and a ruby necklace. She was able to get over the fact that she was wearing nothing but a catsuit. Though she did notice that some of the guests were checking her out as well as the jewelry she was wearing. She could imagine that the other models were noticing the same thing.
The bidders were of a mixed lot. Mostly men but some women. The men all looked rich. However some were dressed causally while others were dressed formerly. Interestingly all of the women who were there were wearing expensive, pretty dresses. The ages were completely varied. Some looked like they were in their twenties. Some looked like they were in their sixties.
'The men must be buying jewelry for their wives and daughters. Or mistresses.' Rita thought to herself. IT was hard to determine how many bidders were here. Rita noticed that they were moving in and out of the room.
Soon models were being escorted out of the room by security. 'Their jewelry must have been bid upon, ' Rita thought to herself. Rita noticed that Debbie was also being escorted out. Soon Rita was only one of six models still left when a security officer came to her.
'Hello miss, your bids are finished, if you will follow me.'
Rita nodded and followed him out of the room and down a corridor. She was directed to enter a room. Rita walked in and saw a man in a suit along with two security officers.
'Hello, please take your jewelry off, ' then man said.
Rita nodded and took off the ring and necklace and handed the jewelry to the man who put the jewelry in cases. He started to scribble something in a sheet of paper.
'Well I guess..whahwaht' Rita started to say when all of a sudden her arms were wrenched behind her back and she was slammed against the wall.
'Get ommmppph!!' The other security officer shoved a red ball in Rita's mouth. The ball was attached to a leather harness that went under her chin, behind her neck and over her head, effectively silencing her.
Rita tried to struggle but the security officer was too strong. She soon felt something encasing her arms. She realized that a leather arm binder was being used to secure her arms behind her back. Leather straps encircled her chest and around her breasts. Her breasts were sticking out because of the leather arm binder. Leather straps went around her waist and between her legs, pushing her catsuit inside her sex. Finally her ankles were secured by metal cuffs which allowed only a limited amount of movement.
Rita struggled but in the end she was pushed out the door and lead to another part of the building. What scared Rita was the men were silent. They knew what they were doing. Like they have done this before.
Rita struggled as she was led to a room that was adjacent to a loading dock. The dock was full of models all bound and gagged like her. Some of the women were crying. Others were struggling. However, none were getting free.
She was lead to a man that looked bored. He examined the paperwork that was given to him. He took the girl and nodded to the security person who walked out.
'Come on girly have to put you with the others.,' the man said as he escorted Rita to where two models were located. Rita realized that one of the girls was Debbie.
'You see there were actually two sets of bids. One for the jewelry. They are being handed over to the buyers. The second set for the girls that modeled the jewelry. I am afraid that you ladies will be starting a whole new career. You three are going to the Pacific. Should be nice.'
The man walked away with a grin on his face. He looked over the struggling girls as they realized their fate.
Debbie and Rita looked at one another. They good not believe that this was happening. Despite the hopelessness of the situation, the girls continued to struggle even when they were loaded into the van which would take them to the dock and onto their new lives.