Waylander
Meteorite
- Joined
- Jan 24, 2012
People always said Lucas was lucky, That he was born lucky. The truth of the matter is that he was lucky his Father had been born before he was. It was his Father that had built up the buisness, His father that had slaved for years to ensure that Lucas would want for nothing, And it was his Fathers death that raised Lucas into the ranks of the rich and famous.
But Lucas did want something, Something that two Ex-Wives had failed to give him. Which was why tonight he was seated amongst a group of like minded ladies and gentlemen. The group were gathered around a catwalk, And to a passing observer it would look like any other fashion show. Beautiful models in skimpy outfits parading up and down the catwalk. It wasn't the outfits that interested tonights clientele, They were bidding on the women.
Lucas had been there for an hour and had watched as fourteen women had been auctioned off. Each of them destined for a life of slavery at the hands of the luck bidder.
So far Lucas hadn't bidded, But as he looked up as the next women stepped onto the catwalk he knew that was about to change.
But Lucas did want something, Something that two Ex-Wives had failed to give him. Which was why tonight he was seated amongst a group of like minded ladies and gentlemen. The group were gathered around a catwalk, And to a passing observer it would look like any other fashion show. Beautiful models in skimpy outfits parading up and down the catwalk. It wasn't the outfits that interested tonights clientele, They were bidding on the women.
Lucas had been there for an hour and had watched as fourteen women had been auctioned off. Each of them destined for a life of slavery at the hands of the luck bidder.
So far Lucas hadn't bidded, But as he looked up as the next women stepped onto the catwalk he knew that was about to change.