Sold at a Vegas bar
"My what a catch I scored me today!" exclaims the woman, holding you in her closed fist.
The woman is cubby with greying black hair and heavy makeup. She looked to be in her early 50s. The stereotypical look for a middle aged woman with a gambling addiction vacationing in Vegas.
"Who are you?! Let me go! Take me back to my mom!" you shout.
"No can do little guy. Tinies are far too valuable here to just let go." says the woman. "Do you have any idea how much someone would pay for a young attractive tiny like you? We're going to that bar over there so I can sell you for gambling money."
You can't believe what you just heard.
"Hey you can't just!"
Before you could finish your sentence the woman stuffs you in her breast pocket and heads for the bar. You hear her enter and begin to slowly walk around, looking for someone to sell you to. Soon she starts talking and your heart sinks.
"Hey. You guys look like someone you could use a tiny." you hear your captress say. "I have quite a cutie in my pocket"
"Can we see him?" you hear an unfamiliar voice ask.
The woman scoops you out of her pocket and presents you to the group of people she was talking to.
"Awww he is precious!" one woman says.
"I could just eat him up!" squeals another.
"Can I hold him?" asks another.
"Is he trained?" inquires another.
You sit in the woman's palm frozen in fear. You want nothing more than to be back with your mom, not about to be sold off to some stranger.
"I just found him on the sidewalk outside the bar" lies your captress. "But I am selling him to the person who offers me the most money."
"$500!" one woman shouts
"$2,000!" another one exclaims
They all start shouting out a price that they are willing to pay for you.
"Hold it! Hold it!" shouts your captress. "The highest I heard was $5,000. Who was it that said that?"
"Me!" shouts a woman excitedly.
Who won the bidding war?
The woman is cubby with greying black hair and heavy makeup. She looked to be in her early 50s. The stereotypical look for a middle aged woman with a gambling addiction vacationing in Vegas.
"Who are you?! Let me go! Take me back to my mom!" you shout.
"No can do little guy. Tinies are far too valuable here to just let go." says the woman. "Do you have any idea how much someone would pay for a young attractive tiny like you? We're going to that bar over there so I can sell you for gambling money."
You can't believe what you just heard.
"Hey you can't just!"
Before you could finish your sentence the woman stuffs you in her breast pocket and heads for the bar. You hear her enter and begin to slowly walk around, looking for someone to sell you to. Soon she starts talking and your heart sinks.
"Hey. You guys look like someone you could use a tiny." you hear your captress say. "I have quite a cutie in my pocket"
"Can we see him?" you hear an unfamiliar voice ask.
The woman scoops you out of her pocket and presents you to the group of people she was talking to.
"Awww he is precious!" one woman says.
"I could just eat him up!" squeals another.
"Can I hold him?" asks another.
"Is he trained?" inquires another.
You sit in the woman's palm frozen in fear. You want nothing more than to be back with your mom, not about to be sold off to some stranger.
"I just found him on the sidewalk outside the bar" lies your captress. "But I am selling him to the person who offers me the most money."
"$500!" one woman shouts
"$2,000!" another one exclaims
They all start shouting out a price that they are willing to pay for you.
"Hold it! Hold it!" shouts your captress. "The highest I heard was $5,000. Who was it that said that?"
"Me!" shouts a woman excitedly.
Who won the bidding war?
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June 3, 2023
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