“Oh! Yes! Yes!” She cries, “Right there!”I want her screaming louder.My hips rock into her, pounding into her pussy so hard, it’s a fucking miracle I don’t draw blood.“Don’t stop, baby!” She cries, “You feel so good!”I wish I could gag her.Blondie number two sits on the other side of the couch, right next to Blondie number one. She has legs spread wide, playing with herself, as she rolls a nipple between her fingers. All this, on a normal day would do it for me. The girls, the drugs, the fucking. It’s my life, the adrenaline of all this shit. But today isn’t one of those days.Blondie number two is staring into nothing, high off her ass as her friend screams right next to her. There’s something about her cloudy blue eyes that’s pissing me the fuck off.They’re blue alright.But they’re just not the ride shade. Not bright, not innocent, not hers.I’m on edge.My jaw is locked tight, there’s tension wound into my entire body. I thought this would be good enough of a release, unfo
I tuck myself back into my jeans, buttoning pants as I cross the room over to him before he can make it out.He rips his arm away from my grasp the second I touch him.“What?” I joke, “Think I’ll stain your Valentino?”“More like infect it.”I roll my eyes, “Listen, you’re way too fucking serious these days. Do you even eat breakfast?”He starts walking away again.“Hey-” I reach out.“Don’t touch me.”Again, I lift my arms up, showing the damn beast I mean no harm, “Let’s hang out.”He looks at me like I just threatened to kill him with a water gun.“What?” I ask, “It’ll be like the good old days. We used to hang out all the time, what’s changed?”“Not you.”“Yeah,” I agree, getting in his face, “I’m still sane enough to have a sense of humor and at least one fucking fun bone in my body. You don’t get tired of your goddamn attitude? You gotta loosen up man. Listen, I have just the thing.”He’s standing there, waiting, but part of me feels like he’s not listening to a word I’ve said.
I’ve been idling by the window all morning, keeping an eye out for the package I’m supposed to receive before work this night. It’s almost past noon, the workers come and go through out the day. But there’s been no sign of a delivery yet.The odd hours of the job came as a relief to me. I wouldn’t have to worry about being called while I’m out working, since everyone would be asleep already.It’s almost two more hours of waiting when I see the unfamiliar black car idling by the front of the estate gates. I make my way outside, dismissing the worker on their way to question the parked vehicle. The driver rolls down the tinted window the second I walk up to it, his eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses. Without a word, he hands me a small rectangular box, rolling up the window as soon as I take it. He drives away.I tuck it to my chest, dodging all the staff as I make my way back to my room.It’s a velvet material, soft. It feels expensive. I untie the satin bow, then pull the box op
It’s… Lingerie.The girls don’t seem fazed by any of it. They make quick work of the pieces in front of them, shedding their robes and adorning the scanty pieces. Some walk buck ass naked around the racks, searching for fabrics more their style. My face heats. What the hell is happening?“Is there a problem?”The Mistress touches my shoulder lightly, her brows furrowed as she fixes me with a concerned look.“This…” I gesture all around me, “I didn’t… I didn’t know what this was… I had no idea…”She smiles at me, but this time it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “What did you think it was then? You received the rules, you also fulfilled the application and accepted your membership.”My hand moves to the damn mask on my face, I move to pull it off, “I had no idea-”She grabs my arm, stopping me, “You can never be seen without your membership. Did you forget?”“You don’t have a mask.”“I don’t need one. I am The Mistress, I wont be auctioned.”I blanch, “Auctioned? What do you mean auctione
There’s no way.I want to believe I’m seeing things. I want to tell myself neither of them are present right now, and all of it is just a figment of my imagination. But I cant. I cant do that, I cant do anything, but stand there frozen. My hands twitching nervously at my sides as I think of what to do next.I don’t have the acrobatic skills of the last girl. Or the confidence of the one before her.None of this was part of the arrangement I signed up for. And now I’m the sole object of everyone’s attention, in a room full of men and women alike willing to blow thousands of dollars for a rewarding night with whatever girl they choose.It feels like a dream. And I keep wishing for someone to wake me up.The Mistress inches closer to me, the dazzling smile still fixed on her mouth. She reaches for my hand, “Twirl.” She whispers, guiding me, and spinning me in a slow circle.My movements are stiff, unpracticed, I have no idea what to do.“I cant do this,” I whisper.“You’re doing great,”
Across the room, he holds my stare.I cant even keep the shock off my face. The girls and their silent conversations grow louder, my heart rages. No one else in the room says a word.“Twenty million dollars for Blue Ivy.” The Mistress calls, “Going once, going twice. Sold! The prize is yours for the night, sir. The night has kicked off with a bang!”The Mistress pushes down on my back, urging me to step down from the stage. A waitress dressed more appropriately than the others waits by the edge, greeting me with a warm smile.I feel Kane’s eyes on me the whole way down. It’s choking, I’m finding it so difficult to inhale under the weight of that stare. My eyes try to look anywhere but right at him. They move up to the ceiling, taking in the lone man resting his arms on the edges of the cubicle high above everyone else. He has a mask on. It’s simple, black. And just like everyone else, his eyes are on me. I look away immediately.The girl holds her hands out to me, “I’ll be your esco
My knees part, the cold air hitting my already damp folds.“Wider.” But Rune grabs my calf before I can even comply, setting my foot on the edge of his knee. Carefully, I slide my other foot on Kane’s, quietly watching him for a reaction. His fingers flex on his glass, but he doesn’t shove it away.Rune runs a hand up my shin, his gaze fixed between my legs, “Go on.”My hand drifts back between my legs, finding my clit, and drawing slow circles over the small bud. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as the pleasure builds, cresting so fast under their intense scrutiny. My other hand moves to one of my breasts, palming and squeezing.Rune lets out a rough breath, shaking his head.I don’t let the reality of what’s happening weigh me down. It’s like I’ve shut off my mind. Right now, none of this is wrong.It’s mind alteringly good.Rune’s hand runs up my thigh, inching towards my pussy, and on reflex, I go to push him away-or pull him closer to me, I’m not entirely sure-but Kane snatches m
With the grocery bags pressed to my chest, I take my time strolling down the idle street, it’s empty, understandable at this time of the day.The more I think about everything, the more insane it all becomes.The fact that less than twenty four hours ago I was putting on the show of my life with a mask on my face and a different name, for men who’d paid a fortune just to see me in that light. For my step-brothers.There’s a massive difference between writing fantasies about them on paper, a whole other world from everything that happened last night.I want to hate myself for it.I want to not replay the memories back in my head as often as I do.I want to never want a repeat.But I can’t. No matter how hard I try.It feels like a horrible itch I’ve only now been able to scratch. The dirtiest, most demented parts of me coming to life and relishing in the dreams that have now become my reality.If I had the chance to go back, I know without a doubt that I’d do it all over again.And it