Page 41 of Glass Wings
I wish you were here.
Hector’s words followed the picture.
“I thought phones were not allowed at this party?” a familiar voice tickled her ear as the blond pirate stood behind her.
“No one has told me that,” Hadley said, eyes wide with worry about breaking a rule she didn’t know about. She was working, after all.
“Do you see them? Everyone is staring at you, the dangerous-looking vixen who stands in the center of the room, alone,” the pirate asked her, putting his hands around her waist and pulling her closer to him. “They’ve all been watching you, wanting you. But they can’t have you, can they?”
“They can’t?” Hadley answered with a question.
“No, because tonight, you’re mine,” he declared. “That one there, he’s been staring at you since he made his speech. Let’s show that rich bastard that he can’t have you,” he said, pulling her arm and leadingHadley towards the stairs.
Hadley looked over her shoulder and saw the man in the tuxedo sitting in a corner, casually talking to a particularly busty woman. The pirate, however, was right; he was staring directly at her, smiling.
“What is your name?” the pirate asked. “You can call me Captain tonight,”
“Hailey,” she replied, and he wrapped his arm around her midsection and began walking towards the staircase.
“Well, Hailey, is it later yet?” he asked, playful behind his mask.
Hadley nodded and let him lead her to the second floor, the red carpet extending down the long hallway. A few steps to the left were French doors purposely left open, leading to a large room with a circular bed in the middle. A long pink canopy covered it but was transparent enough to see the three people engaging each other within it. A woman was on her hands and knees while a man wearing a black bunny mask thrust into her.
Another woman was using her mouth, kissing around both bodies, participating however she could. Other couples sat in the armchairs and loveseats placed in the corners of the room, all kissing or riding one another.
The pirate led Hadley past the exhibitionists, passing a few closed doors before finding one that was cracked enough to see that it was empty. The pirate pulled her inside, closing and locking the door behind him.
“After you,” he said to her, gesturing for Hadley to sit on the bed.
At least I get to take my heels off.
Hadley followed his orders and immediately began to undo the strap on her shoe.
“No, please leave your heels on,” he requested. “You’re not like the other prostitutes here,” he said, pulling his prop sword from his belt and lightly pushing it into her chest. He moved the sword up, exploring her skin, stopping once he got to her lips.
Hadley did her best not to roll her eyes as she let the toy sword go into her mouth.
She let out a soft moan, to the pirate’s delight.
I should go into acting.
“I would be willing to bet that most people here think you’re a guest, but I know better.”
The pirate pulled off his entire belt, touching it back to Hadley’s skin, letting the feel of the leather ignite her senses. She closed her eyes, doing her best to seem enthralled.
Suddenly, the belt was tied around her wrists as the pirate unbuttoned his pants.
“Captain,” she said, trying to pull her hands apart. “I don’t like this.”
“Just play into my fantasy,” he said as he took off his shirt, revealing a hairy chest that did not at all match the color of his hair.
“No, I don’t like this. Please untie me,” Hadley asked, standing up too fast, twisting her foot in her heel and losing balance.
“I will get to enjoy fucking a prostitute like any other bastard at this party,” he said, pushing her back onto the bed. Hadley let out a scream, and the next thing she knew, the pirate had folded up his shirt and laid on top of her, forcing the shirt into her mouth as a gag.
She continued to yell through the gag, muffled, staring up at the ceiling as the pirate backed up. Sitting on his knees in front of her, he began stroking himself, making her watch.
Hadley did her best to hide her emotions, her fear, while she was pinned down by his legs straddling her.
