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Caitlyn licked her lips before diving in to kiss her. The taste of her own Mistress's pussy lingered on Becca's tongue.

"How are you doing there, darling?" Jane lifted off of Becca's back and sat up. "Is your face numb yet?"

"Not yet."

"It will be." Jane pulled out of Becca and rubbed her sore ass. "Don't worry. Because it's my turn to lie down, you lazy women."

She flopped onto the bed. Becca rolled over, exhausted. It was up to Caitlyn to finish taking off her sweater dress and looking at Jane as if she were a piece of candy.The kind you suck for a long, long time.

That was exactly what Caitlyn intended to do.

I still don't know what I did to deserve this life.Becca watched from the edge of the bed, turned on but still too tired for round three.But I thank the universe every day.

Someone cried out in girlish delight. Becca wasn't sure who. It didn't matter. She was in heaven, surrounded by angels.

Epilogue

There were a handful of parties they could have attended that weekend, but nothing was better than staying in town and being around people they knew. Sometimes intimately.

“Well, isn’t this big fun?” Jane had to yell over the chaos of voices echoing in the penthouse suite recently converted to a private nightclub for those with avision.On public GPS systems, it was merely labeled as the separate LLC “Alimon Group,” a portmanteau of Alice and Damon Monroe’s first names. To everyone invited to be a member, though, it was merely known asThe Hideaway.

Becca knew little about what happened behind the scenes between Jane telling Damon about the price drop and the Monroes jumping on this to create their new dream venture. All she knew was that she was impressed by the transformation from slightly derelict penthouse to cozy nightclub where fantasies and dreams could come true.

Tonight, for the soft launch, it was a laundry list of personal friends and Diamond VIP members of The Dark Hour. Rebecca recognized most of the faces around her as she held hands withCaitlyn to survive the initial crowd. Jane led the way, a hostess right in front, because the three of them were guests of honor at tonight’s party.

“Right this way!” the hostess called over the riot of people drunkenly conversing in the dark. “Mr. Monroe asked me to take his honored guests to one of the VIP rooms.”

They weren’t asked for their coats – there wasn’t time – but Becca was comfortable enough in her light sweater after the fake-spring heatwave that announced things were about to bloom and thrive. She also wasn’t surprised to find some hooks awaiting her sweater on the VIP wall once they ducked into what was once a bedroom. By the looks of it, the primary bedroom where one Priscilla Winchester-Payne slept for countless decades.

“Isn’t it lovely, watching dreams come true?” Jane offered a hug to her friend, the host who conversed with two other special VIP guests on the center couch. Caitlyn and Becca opted to shake Damon’s hand in congratulations, and he was more than happy to keep it simple. “Congratulations. Looks like a smashing place to get right pissed on liquor and tits.”

“I hear those are your favorite,” Damon said in his usual way.

“Where’s the missus?” Jane asked.

“Bed rest. I have a feeling this will be the last kid for a… well, probably ever.”

“Aw, but then you have a brood of squids to inherit your big smutty empire.”

Becca laughed. Caitlyn put in a drink order with the waitress who came by to pick up what they wanted.

“How many people are out there?” Caitlyn asked as the waitress waded out into the main crowd. “Is this what you have planned for a regular Saturday night?”

“Think of it like a big debut party for the new business,” Damon explained from his perch on a lounge chair. “Everyonegets to know about it. They get to have fun. They get tours and ideas put into their heads. Why, what if I told you that we’re already booked out for three months starting next weekend? We can even open up for the odd night during the week if you’re willing to pay the extra charge.”

“Fascinating.” Jane’s way of making herself comfortable on the couch was by leaning against Caitlyn and tossing her legs across Becca’s lap.Someone pregamed, all right.Was that why Caitlyn had to drive? Jane was already tipsy after getting dinner with a client? “Tell me, what can one do with this room? Besides get a lap dance and drink their night away?”

“This is one of the experience rooms. All of this furniture can be moved out with enough notice, but ideally, it comes as it is.”

“That must be why it’s made out of such easy-to-clean material.”

“Jane, please,” Caitlyn said. “I haven’t had enough to drink yet.”

The door to the VIP room was left open, allowing the riotous sounds of the party to filter through until it was so loud that Jane and Becca felt like they had no recourse but to get up and go check it out for themselves. Caitlyn stayed behind, wishing to talk some business with Damon while she had his ear. Becca wondered what that was about, but Jane merely shrugged.

“Let them talk about boring bollocks, Becca.” Jane slung her arm around Becca’s waist. “Let’s take a tour and meet some people! I bet you have some friends in here somewhere!”

It didn’t take them long to find some quite eager to talk to them. Like one of Becca’s closest friends, whom she wasn’t expecting to see there that night.

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