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Here and there, couples twirled in a sensual dance, their bodies intimately entwined, their movements mirroring the ebb and flow of desire. The sound of low laughter mingled with whispered promises, each word dripping with an intoxicating blend of mystery and allure.

Amidst the mingling crowd moved Glitter, weaving through the people gracefully. As per the engagement details, she held a small tray with small, brass cups of Raki, an anise-flavored liquor. Glitter worked that tray with the skill of a dancer, raising and lowering it as she glided with the elegance of a ballerina.

Everyone had to take a cup, and when the tray was empty, a consultant magically replaced it with another.

The music intensified and soon everyone was milling around each other. A head dress dropped near the fountain, a shimmering caftan on the sand. Glitter was on her fifth and last tray of Raki. Everyone would have had several of the cups by now.

Glitter moved to the wall where a gong sat on a table. She picked up the mallet and struck it twice, the sign for the orgy to begin.

Like clockwork, the crowd moved into position.

Some of the older guests had been paired with Cavendish’s youngest-looking consultants. Some women with other women, some men with men. The Cavendish tech ensured that the pairings were sexually compatible, guaranteeing satisfaction for both clients and consultants.

As Nita watched, a client and his consultant met near the fountain and grasped hands, walking to the farthest tent where they slowly undressed each other.

Other guests and consultants paired off in twos and threes, seeming to float to their assigned locations.

Glitter, hovering near the fountain, unhooked the veils around her waist while two men removed her bra and g-string. Then they draped a transparent caftan over her, bowing as they backed away from her.

She undulated from group to group, kissing or stroking, before moving on. Her actions hadn’t been choreographed in the engagement details, other than the line that readGlitter visits the other guests.

Nita squirmed at the sensuous sight below. She watched, as hands gently brushed against bare skin, caressing with a delicate touch that spoke of hidden desires. Eyes met and locked in knowing exchanges, conveying a heated understanding of the naughty pleasures that awaited. One by one, the elaborate costumes were disassembled and strewn across pillows, rugs, and sand.

In secluded corners, behind the veiled archways, and within the silken tents, whispers of longing mingled with the dreamy music, creating a rhythmic pulse of desire across the ballroom. Intimate encounters blossomed, the energy of the gathering raising the heat of the space even more.

Soon, there were groans and moans that rose above the music. Some pairs scurried to the elevator where a waiting staff member would guide them to a private bedroom. A few others, following their script, would leave their grouping and join another.

As Glitter moved to the center of the room, the air became charged with a sensual electricity. She stood on the lip around the fountain, holding her arms out. Gathering around her were several men and women, their hands reaching up and sliding over her body. Her head fell back, and even from her position up on the mezzanine, Nita could see the black desire in her eyes.

Within this evocative harem, the last of their costumes were shed. Two consultants joined the group with tall brass pitchers. They tilted the containers, pouring oil into their hands, then began stroking the guests.

The small crowd became a naked, shining mass of moving limbs and arching bodies, with Glitter always at the center. She conducted the sensual tapestry like a master weaver, using a simple touch or nod to direct the women and men to love her or love each other.

In slow motion the symphony of bodies and desires intertwined, lowering gently to the cushions. Glitter dropped to her knees, guiding a muscled man in front of her. She ran her hands up his legs, her tongue flicking against the rigid cocked that bobbed in front of her. He sank his hands into her long hair, guiding himself deeply between her red lips.

Another man approached from behind, grasping her hips. In a practiced motion, the man she was sucking stepped back, then also kneeled, maneuvering Glitter into a position on all fours. The man behind stroked her back and ass, then plunged his hard cock into her.

Nita could tell by the way she moved that Glitter was in ecstasy. Her hands moved up to grip the man’s ass, sucking him deep into her throat while the man behind her plunged equally as deep into her pussy. The women in the group hovered around the trio, stroking and rubbing themselves against whatever body part they could reach. One woman straddled Glitter’s back, reaching around to squeeze and pinch her nipples.

Nita found herself pressing against a cement railing baluster, letting the rough sequin strap of her g-string grind against her clit. She crossed her arms, letting her thumbs slide over her erect nipples.

Her eyes were drawn to the camera. She stared at the lens, imagining the man on the other side of it.

Amidst the pulsating response of her body the orgy, Nita’s mind was torn between fulfilling her duty where she stood and running upstairs and crashing into every bedroom until she found Ryder.

She’d apologize in the best way she knew—with a good, long fuck. He had to be as aroused as she was, didn’t he? Watching the scene below? It had sure pulled her into a sensuous vortex unlike any engagement she’d seen before.

But maybe it was arousingbecauseof him? Could the distance between herself and Ryder, both physically and emotionally, mean something more than just hurt feelings?

She spun away from the scene below, looking into the stairwell. She needed a moment to get her fuck-crazed body under control.

Was he watching her, or was his gaze locked on the sensual display below? If she confronted him now, apologized for her actions of the other day, what would he do?

A shiver of anticipation tingled through her, a longing to be seen and desired, even by someone that only saw her as an interesting side benefit of a job.

Was that a bad thing? To be my real self with someone who I had no chance of any relationship with?she wondered.

Wait. A relationship? When had things turned into that?

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