Sold to Santa (SinSity Stories)

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    Belle
adjusted her little fur trimmed green skirt and drew in a shaky breath. God,
was she really going to go through with this? One of the performers, Grace,
patted her arm and gave her a grin.
    “Don’t
worry, Belle. It’s only a date. It’s not like you’re selling your body!”
    She eyed
the dark-haired woman in a short leather dress. “I know but I’m only a
waitress. I don’t know the first thing about dating billionaires!”
    “You’re
hot and you’re intelligent. You don’t need to know anything. It’s all for a
good cause.”
    “You’re
lucky, you managed to get out of it now you’re engaged.”
    Grace
flushed. “Yeah, well let’s just say Jett wouldn’t have been too impressed if I
sold myself to another guy.”
    Belle
giggled. Jett had that whole dark, menacing thing going on and she imagined no
one would want to cross him. There’d been rumours that he was a real sadist in
bed but Grace had told her he was an amazing Dom. Of course, the fact that he
saved Grace’s daughter from being kidnapped changed everyone’s opinion of him.
Now Jett and Grace were engaged and from what Belle could see, deeply in love.
    Belle
glanced down at her little elf costume. Striped stockings and a tiny top green
top, also trimmed in fur, completed the outfit. She adjusted her hat, peered
from behind the curtain onto the stage and grimaced. “I’m really not sure I can
do this.”
    “Honey,
you’ve not been on a date the entire time you’ve worked at SinSity. What is
there not to like about being wined and dined by a sexy, rich man?”
    Groaning
inwardly, Belle bent to adjust her stockings. Grace was right. Belle had barely
dated since she’d started working at London’s most prestigious BDSM club. Her
careful balance of college and working meant she had no time to spare at all,
but at twenty-five, she was in danger of becoming a recluse. The only person
she spent time with these days, outside of work, was her flatmate.
    However
being ‘sold’ to someone in a charity auction was not her idea of fun. The rich
clients of SinSity were heavily vetted so she had no fears and the rules were
strict. No one—not even the performers—were expected to sleep with the bidders.
However, she still didn’t fancy going on a date with a stranger.
    Unfortunately
one of the performers had called in sick at the last minute and Belle, with her
curvy figure and long, auburn hair, had happened to fit—and suit—the sexy elf
costume perfectly. So now she was about to be sold to a stranger…
    Somewhere
in the distance, Belle heard her name being called.
    “Go,”
hissed Grace. “And smile. You look amazing. They’ll be fighting over you.”
    Belle
grimaced. She wasn’t so sure. The costume was pretty flattering to her huge
breasts and curved arse but sometime she felt a little too rounded. Guys
loved her breasts—more than they loved her—and it made her self-conscious. She
did a great job of covering it up by being outgoing, but it still frustrated
her that no one seemed to know the real her. Only her flatmate knew she could
be quite shy and intellectual. Most people thought of her as the fun, silly
girl with a great rack.
    Shoulders
straight, she strode onto the stage, doing her best not to stumble in the heels
that were slightly too big for her. The glare of the stage lights made her wince
but it meant she couldn’t see most of the crowd of rich men taking up the
tables in front of it. Thank God.
    Looking
straight ahead, she remembered to smile and propped a hand on her hip as Lilly,
the supervisor and auctioneer for the night, announced her from her position on
one side of the stage.
    “Here we
have the sexy, scrumptious, Belle. Normally found with her head in her books,
we’ve brought her out especially for you lucky men. You won’t find a more
beautiful redhead to have on your arm this Christmas. Shall we start the
bidding at one thousand pounds?”
    Nausea
threatened to rise in her throat as

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