Page 43 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

The music instantly washes over us, loud and vibrant. There are men in masks by the entrance and they all look at me.

As if on instinct, Nick releases my hand and slips his arm around my waist, protectively pulling me close. Showing I’m his.

They look away, all of them simultaneously.

I’m in my heels. Six inch heels Mimi gave me and prayed I could walk in them. She said Nick likes heels. It made me wonder about the other women he’s been with.

Women he’s been with under normal circumstances who hadn’t gone to him looking for a job. Not like me.

It begs the question of what I am?

Personal waitress… so what am I doing? Getting him drinks and being a fuck toy at his request for a hundred grand a year?

That’s what it is. I can’t push that part aside no matter what.

I can’t even deny it or turn it into meaning something else. Not the way I would if this were some intellectual property dispute and my client wanted to ascertain their ownership of a particular idea or trademark. This is not that, and thinking about law right now isn’t helping me.

I was in my element in L.A. but it wasn’t even the fact of being in L.A. It was because Silvermans really valued me, and I saw myself going places. I mentored under the best senior partner there. Her name was Olivia Hawthorne. I wanted to be like her. Strong and beautiful, married with kids and still with the zest for her career.

I’m here now, on the arm of a seriously drop dead gorgeous guy, in his sex club and I don’t know when I can think about law again.

Feels like another life I lived. Worse when I look at the people around me.

We’re walking slower as we move further into the crowd.

Again everyone looks normal, having a good time. The women in their lingerie laugh as they dance and the men are in boxers. Everyone’s wearing masks.

It looks like an erotic lingerie party.

Add the dancers wearing masks in their see through bra’s and thongs on the raised platforms dotting each corner of the room and I would say it definitely passes for an erotic lingerie party.

The whole set up is actually quite fascinating. The people, the style, the acrobats on the aerial hoops and everything really. I’m just not used to it.

We move over to the furthest end and suddenly we’re up close to the outskirt cubicles where the people are having sex.

These cubicles don’t look like the Arabian tent style ones above us that I passed the other day to get to Nick’s office.

They’re nice but more like the chill-out areas you’d see in a VIP lounge at a regular club. Jus way more classy, with padded leather sofas the people are sprawled on. Nick stops with me beside the first cubicle. There’s a woman and two men having a threesome. All are naked except for the masks.

As I watch them it dawns on me that the mask doesn’t just conceal who you are. The shield of it beckons me to stare. And stare I do without blushing or feeling as uneasy as I did the other day without it.

I’d worn my mask up to find Nick earlier but I didn’t really see that many people on the way to him.

Not like this. The woman sits in between the two guys, stroking their cocks while they suck her breasts. The guy to her left has his fingers in her pussy, fingering her.

My mouth waters and my breath hitches, the longer I look. The heat creeps into my cheeks and my whole body flushes when the guy to her left stops sucking her breast and pulls her onto his lap. She straddles him, going down on his cock and he starts to fuck her.

I look away, straight to Nick and see he’s not watching them, his eyes are on me and there’s a smirk on his face.

On the balcony he told his brother he wouldn’t share me. I can’t even believe I’m thinking about that. Sharing.

Maybe I can stand to watch but I don’t want to be shared. He might have told his brother no, but that didn’t mean all that much. What if there are other people he would share me with.

Again I ask myself what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.

Today was so busy with all I had to sort out that I didn’t speak to Chloe. She knew I wanted to talk but I didn’t tell her what about. As far as my best friend knows, I’m still job hunting and I turned this down. She doesn’t know that since we last spoke— only yesterday— all manner of shit has happened to me.

Nick doesn’t say anything. I wouldn’t have heard him anyway because the music is so loud. Instead he moves along the cubicles with me like he’s taking me on a tour at the museum and we’re looking at some prehistoric display of people. The next cubicle isn’t all that different, I suppose, from what would have happened at that time.

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