Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

About an hour and a half later, the cab wheeled to a halt In front of a huge building and I gasped In fascination as I stared at the magnificent exterior of the building.

Was this a strip club? Had I gotten the wrong address? I asked myself because I knew there was no way in hell that a place as opulent as the luxurious glass skyscraper that I was currently gazing at was a mere strip club, so I swiped through my phone and read through the address again. To my utter bewilderment, I realized that it was really the building I was looking for.

I settled the driver with the extra change which I had thankfully found wandering in my pocket before I made my way into the gargantuan edifice.

At the entrance, I was met with the sight of a plain-faced woman who was dressed formally in a black, knee-length gown wIth a pair of black dress shoes to match. She looked like an imposing, evil stepmother.

“Are you Miss Ophelia Alvarez?” She asked in a strict, business-like tone.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Good, I am Giselle, the coordinator of this auction. Lana and Ivy will help you get ready for the auction and if you have any questions or concerns, you can ask them, they’ll help you in any way they can. You just have to be quiet and regal in your stance, so you can get the highest bid,” She recited like a robot; unmoving and emotionless, as she gestured to the young ladies who were dressed in identical black gowns lIke her but in place of her stoic expression, they had cheerful smiles plastered on their faces.

It was as if she had reiterated that sentence numerous times already and was tired of uttering it once more.

“Lana, Ivy, take her in,” Giselle motioned to the ladies who darted a clipped nod at her and silently beckoned me to follow them in.

I quietly obliged their order and trailed behind them, tightly clutching my worn-out satchel bag to my chest.

Soon, we got to the elevator and I walked Into it after them. One of them clicked on the thirteenth floor and we got out after a whIle.

Then, I was taken Into a large dressing room whIch was occupied with a lot of chirpy young women who had uniformed female and male staff attending to them. I gulped harshly as I was made to plop down on a chair and my bag was taken away from me.

“You’ll have to take a bath, you reek of disinfectant,” One of the women who were assigned to me blurted as she crinkled her nose.

I cast an offended glance at her before I got up and was led to a large bathroom. The woman made me sit in the jacuzzi before she dropped a strawberry-scented bath bomb into the warm water, and poured in a pleasant-smellIng oil.

I sighed in respite as the water soothed the aches in my body and tightened my pores. After some time, I was handed a bathrobe and taken to another room where I was painfully waxed and powdered in my nether regions by a train of professionals.

My pussy lips were pried apart and a finger was harshly shoved into me to ascertain my virginity status, when the tough-looking woman realized that I was still very much a virgin, she stepped back and summoned the two women who were assigned to me back into the room.

“What are your fashion preferences?” The taller woman between the two whom I deduced to be Ivy asked me, and I craned my neck sideways towards her as confusion took over my mien.

Fashion tastes for a person like me? I scoffed incredulously to myself. They were for people who had more than enough time on their hands to nitpick over luxurious clothes; rich heirs and heiresses specifically.

I didn’t have the money and time to find my fashion niche as I always had to save up all the money I got from the club for my dad, so I had to make do wIth the same washed and old pairs of joggers and sweatpants for a couple of years and sincerely, I didn’t care.

As long as my clothes were covered by nakedness and I felt warm and cozy inside them, then there was no cause for embarrassment for me.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I confessed to her, and she looked slightly aghast for a while before her expression reshuffled to a kind one.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Alright, I can understand. I’ll try my best to get you a nice outfit. Come with me, let’s go to the closet,” She outstretched her arm towards me as a warm smile twisted her lips.

Tentatively, I returned her grin wIth a wobbly one and took her hand as I hoisted myself from the stretcher where I had been previously placed for the waxing and polishing of my skin and pubic area.

With our hands fIrmly Intertwined, we stepped into a large walk-in closet and to my utter relief, we were the only ones that were present in the room.

“Make your choice among them, Miss Ophelia,” Ivy uttered as she motioned to the rack of black, slutty lingeries.

I gaped in disbelief as I walked closer to the rack to feel the lacy and sultry piece of material with my fingers.

There was literally no choice to be made! All of them were identical, slutty and lacy strings.

One of them caught my eyes and I huffed and shook my head as I stared at it.

It was a bra and panties set, and in place of bra cups, there were vertical black lace strings. As for the panties, it was just a pair of black interwoven ropes that would leave little to the imagination of those lascivious old men.

“How is a person supposed to wear this?” I blurted out without thinking as my mouth hung open.

Ivy didn’t respond to my question, she just chuckled and darted me a chuckle before she stood next to me to select a black garter, a black g-string, and a black brassiere.

“Here, change into this and I don’t want to hear any complaint, okay? You can’t dress up like a nun and expect to be bought at a good price. You have natural curves and a small waist to match, why not flaunt it?” Ivy uttered as she handed me the lingerie.

“I-okay,” I mumbled, slid my dressing robe off in front of her, and changed into the seductive outfit.

Moments later, after my face had been dolled up and Ivy had professIonally styled my outfit with a pair of black platform ten-inches heels which I could thankfully walk in, I gazed Into the mirror and stared at my reflection as I internally braced myself for what was about to come.