I 100% knew what I was getting into with the auction.

Twenty-two, about to go into my junior year at New York University, I wanted another unforgettable summer. Already a veteran of the club circuit in the city, enjoying the fact that I was hot as fuck and answered to nobody.
One night, my friend Asia tells me about this wild club, a members only kinda place. They ran an auction monthly, and girls that participated got paid handsomely, enough to pay for school for the next two years. Not that I needed it, trust funds were everything, but this would be me money, and as it was still July, I told her I was in.
The men were vetted, there was no issue with violent behavior. I would end up being with whoever purchased my body for a month, which would bring me right up to when I was starting my junior year. Then I would be on my way, money in hand, wild summer stories to tell the grandkids. Back to my real life plan.
Rigged. Perfect.
And that's when Marcos Bans bought me.
A week later, he was dead. And I had new owners...
Seneca, Moth and Bishop.
The owners of Hardluck Ravens, one of wildest strip clubs in New York, and the youngest gangsters the city had seen.
And they decided they were keeping me, a spoil of war.
And god help me...I want to be kept.