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Kristy has a whip in hand that I’m curious about how she’ll incorporate that into her performance. She cracks it and several patrons moan.

“On your knees. Worship me.” She offers a boot to those closest. Men scramble to lick the leather.

Oh, she’ll work out nicely.

As the night continues on, she has men with their shirts off, parading around the stage as if they were ponies. Me, Van, and Wick cackle, as do a few others not quite hypnotized by Kristy’s lust experience. Several people have paired up to fuck wherever they please. The sounds alone make me hard, but I keep watch on the act.

“I’m gonna go find a hole,” Van says as he slinks away.

Wick swallows. “I think I’m going to head out.” He tips his head toward the door. I nod in acknowledgement.

While I’m not sexually attracted to Kristy, even as she’s pouring out all her succubus talents, I know she’s an excellent performer.

The last call for alcohol goes out. I’d gotten lost in the show. When the stragglers leave, Drake turns on the house lights. The scent of arousal and cum and lube and everything else that comes with a night of fucking fills my head now that I’m not distracted.

“Ava’s going to have a fun morning,” Drake says.

“Let me get a clean-up crew in here. She doesn’t need to deal with this.”

“Fine.” Drake hands me a key. “I’m going home to bed. See you at noon.”

I nod and call in the best crew of brownies I know of. They’re in and out almost as fast as I called them in. All for a box of cereal each. I lock up, then I’m back home with Frankie.

Chapter 9

Lark

“Get up and get in the shower. You have an appointment.” Drake’s voice takes me out of my pleasant dream of playing in the meadows back home.

“Appointment?” I wipe the sleep from my eyes. Drake stands at the stairs leading up to Flutter. There’s a plastic bag in his hand.

“We don’t have all day. You need to be ready by noon. And put this on.” He lifts the bag.

I push to my feet and stagger towards him. I’m not usually up so early. When I make my way to him, he whips me around and unlaces the binder. I suck in a deep breath and let my wings flap behind me as I take the stairs behind Drake. I always breathe easier with the binder off.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask at the top of the stairs.

“Don’t ask questions. Just get washed up. And put on glitter. Make yourself sparkle.”

My stomach tumbles. “What’s going on, Drake?” I cling to the bag.

“Nothing. Just do as I ask.” He threads a hand through his hair, then opens the bathroom door and shoves me inside.

“Please, what’s going on?”

“Wash up.” Drake locks the door behind me and I hear him slide down to add another barrier to me getting out. I may have tried to escape in the past. He got rid of the one tiny window the bathroom used to have years ago.

I can either refuse to do what Drake asked or follow directions. It’s always easier to do what I’m told. I’m not interested in a beating today, so I strip down and shower. There’s actually hot water and I almost cry because of it. But I push my emotions away to finish my task. It doesn’t take too long to wash up, hair and all. I dry off and wrap my hair in my towel to investigate what’s in the bag.

No. No, no no no no. What even is this contraption? I dig around looking for more, but there’s just five pairs of… this? I imagine it’s underwear. Each item has a strip of cloth, then straps. I’ve always performed in what Ava called booty shorts since they’re so form fitting and, well, short. It’s what Sparkle performs in too, and the other guys. I’ve never seen anything like this.

“I think you gave me the wrong bag, Drake.” I call out.

“No, it’s right.” Drake unlocks the door. I cover myself as he peeks in just before entering. He pulls one of the things from the bag. “It’s called a jockstrap. The cloth goes over your front and the straps keep it in place. Pick one and put it on.” He throws the glittering pink pair at me and I let it fall to the floor.

“No.” I don’t wish to expose myself to him, so I stomp my foot instead of cross my arms. My wings flitter behind me. I can’t keep them still. “Get me something else. I won’t parade around in…” I wave a free hand at the jockstrap. “No.” My cheeks heat and the mirror shows the flush goes down my chest.

“Once. Just once, I’d love it if you wouldn’t fight me.” Drake pinches the bridge of his nose. “Ava! Grab one of Trick’s shorts, will ya?”

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