Page 69 of Spies Like Us

“Take those, it makes everything easier,” Carla slurs as she approaches us, her body shaking ever so slightly. “Then have a line of coke too. Before you know it, your mind will be someplace else,” she says dreamily before stumbling away again.

Sam shakes her head. “I don’t know why Matthew keeps forcing her to be here. She doesn’t like it, and she’s usually too traumatized for days afterward to work at the Life Lounge.”

Carla’s frame is borderline emaciated, and she looks like she would break in half with a partially decent thrust. I guess Matthew must have something over her too.

“She’s not wrong though, everything will be better with those,” Meri says as Anders brings over a bottle of water.

“Matthew says to take them. He’s watching,” he says coldly, passing the bottle over. I look up, and sure enough, he is watching from across the room. He gives me an encouraging nod, so I pop the pill into my mouth and take a swallow of water before handing it to Miller so he can do the same.

“Do a line of coke too.” Meri finishes dusting me and drags me over to the little coffee table where she shoves me down. Sam does the same with Miller. He and I exchange a look before picking up the straws and snorting the lines waiting for us.

Fuck, it burns. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to snort coke for a mission. My eyes water as the chemicals burn the inside of my nose, and I can taste it in the back of my throat.

I wipe my hand across my nose, hoping there isn’t residue, and watch as Miller’s jaw clenches and he shakes his head.

“God,” he rasps, and when he turns to look at me, I watch, mesmerized, as his pupils dilate, the black irises taking up all the beautiful green until there’s only a sliver left around the edges.

“Let’s go,” Matthew barks, and Keith and Anders approach us, both holding up blindfolds.

“Sorry, boss’s orders,” Keith tells us, not sounding sorry at all while they tie the blindfolds around our eyes and grab our arms, guiding us. The rest of the group chatters loudly ahead of us as we walk down the corridor that leads to the storage area. I roll my eyes behind the blindfold. Matthew must believe we’re idiots if he thinks we don’t know where we’re going. Though I guess he doesn’t know, and the drugs are probably enough to befuddle us. The coke is already kicking into my system, and I feel a buzz of energy run over my skin.

It must take two trips in the elevator, because the sounds of voices die out as they head down to the basement. I’m guessing it’s the four of us remaining, but I’m not sure if there is anyone else. Soon enough, we’re moving again, and it’s apparent we’re in an elevator. We step out, and I can hear the voices again, but they are farther ahead of us, like they didn’t wait and are already in the tunnels, because it echoes back to us.

“Where are we going?” I finally ask, thinking it’s something I probably should have demanded already.

I hear Anders chuckle darkly. “And here I thought you were going to be a good girl and not ask any questions.” His hand brushes lightly against my breast as he maneuvers me around something, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

“Damn, the drugs are kicking in. I can’t wait to see you fuck her,” Keith says. I guess he’s talking to Miller. “I saw that metal in your junk when you stripped. I bet you’ll destroy her pussy. Can you make it hurt? I do like to hear them cry and beg for mercy.”

Anders’s hand tightens on my arm as he answers my original question. “The club is in a secret location, and your loyalty needs to be tested first.”

“And yours doesn’t need to be?” I ask him, and he chuckles again.

“Matthew said I’m as good as dead if I say anything. He also said that he would revoke Max’s membership and release video footage of him fucking you in his school office to ruin his dad’s reputation, so yeah, I plan on being very loyal. No skanky bitch is going to ruin my friend’s life, no matter how big a hard-on he has for her.”

“I hear Governor Turner’s sons are big pervs. Funny how he was offered a membership to the club back in the day and denied it. I bet his wife was a frigid bitch.” Keith chuckles, and this time, I can almost feel the violence surrounding Anders.

“Don’t talk about their mom that way. She was a fucking saint—kind, loyal, and loving—exactly what anyone would want in a wife and mother. She died of cancer when the boys were young, and you should have a little bit of fucking respect,” Anders snaps at Keith.

“Whoa, sorry, man. I didn’t know.” Keith doesn’t sound very apologetic, and I bet it’s taking all of Miller’s control not to deck him.

We walk quietly for a little while. We must pass the cells at one stage, but nobody says anything, which is weird. It would be more suspicious for Anders not to ask about them, so I wonder why he didn’t. Maybe they are empty.

We finally stop, and a door opens before we are led in, and the blindfolds are removed. Everyone else is there, and the drugs are buzzing through my system. I should feel more concerned than I am, but I feel nice and relaxed and happy. Fucking ecstasy. My tolerance used to be good against most drugs, but it’s been a while since I worked on my resistance.

“Alright, get out there and make me some money.” Matthew is a cliché bad guy as he rubs his hands together gleefully before turning his attention to me and Miller.

“You two, follow me.”

Chapter 31

Anders doesn’t even look at us as he walks away with Keith. Matthew follows after them, leading us down a long, dimly lit hallway with doors are evenly spaced on either side all the way down. Each door has a light above it, I guess to show if it’s occupied or not. Ry and Dayton told us about the layout. These are all sex rooms, as well as a hospital room, which worries me.

When we get to the door at the end of the corridor, it opens into a luxurious, large space that’s also dimly lit with wall sconces and table lamps. There are sumptuous couches and seating areas all focused around various sex apparatuses—a St. Andrew’s cross, numerous spanking benches, a set of stocks, and a stage with a stripper pole—but it’s the large cage Matthew leads us over to. It’s double the size of the one I was dancing in last night, and it has a bench seat in it as well as arm and leg restraints.

“Get in.” He opens the door and gestures for me and Miller to hop in. We do as he says, and he closes the door and then goes over to the wall. The cage lifts into the air, until it’s hanging about four feet off the ground. We are literally a centerpiece in the middle of the room. He flips another switch, and a couple of spotlights light up the cage.

“You two better perform, or I will make your life very unpleasant. I have some business to deal with before I will let anyone touch you. I’m hoping you both are going to make me some very good money tonight.”

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