Page 40 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

I punch the buttons on the controller to bring up the sleeping Call of Duty session. I scroll through the players until I find JuicyJuice69. Kayne and I both slip on headsets, and I speak into the mic. “Yo, shithead.”

“Yo, yourself.” Automatic machine guns echo.

“Seen daylight at all?” Kayne snarks as he blasts the shit out of some bad guys.

“Daylight. What’s that?” Juice shoots back. CJ, or Juice as we affectionately call him for numerous reasons, has been our handler for the last six years. He’s our only link to the outside world. Our operation is top secret, black ops. If he goes dark, we go dark. This game is our only mode of two-way communication. He’s linked into the cameras in the house so he can see everything, which means he’s exposed toa lotbut has extremely limited interaction.

“You need to get out more,” Kayne ridicules.

“Easier said than done,” Juice sneers, assassinating a virtual opponent.

“We might be able to help with that,” I interject.

“Oh, yeah? Granting me a window in my cell?”

“Building you a fucking greenhouse.”

“Do tell.”

“We’re getting an import. Big package.”

“Intriguing.”

“Estimated delivery, four weeks.”

“I’ll mark the big event on my calendar.”

“Something to finally look forward to.” Kayne continues to heckle Juice.

“About fucking time,” Juice fires back.

Kayne, Juice, and I continue playing until we beat the level.

“Hey, Juice,” Kayne calls. “Don’t beat the meat too hard.”

“Fuck off, asshole.” Juice signs off, and just like that, the wheels have been set in motion.

After a long, involved dinner with Kayne and Alistair brainstorming, strategizing, and devising possible plans of attack, I make my rounds through the house. Everything is working like the well-oiled machine I tinkered it to be. The girls are happy and so are the clients. Both are coming and going, and as usual, that familiar air of aphrodisiac is breezing through the halls. It may not be traditional, or even socially acceptable, but this is the world I know. This is the world I grew up in. This is what I’m good at—among other things.When my mother and Alistair fled to America, they needed a way to support us. Besides holding a few odds-and-ends jobs at first, they turned to what they knew. Tricks.

And it was lucrative.

And educational.

It didn’t always make my life easy, though. Once my peers and the community caught wind of the rumors of my household, there was definitely a backlash. During most of middle school and high school, terms like whore and slut circulated, and I was the target of more than one beating. Which is why Alistair got me involved in martial arts—so when six guys ganged up on me I could defend myself. It’s not like I was ever big or overly strong. I’m long and lean and muscular. But nothing like Kayne, or even Alistair, who has an imposing presence. I had to search for my strength. Which I found comes from within. From my mind, my wits, and my agility.

The ironic part of it all is that the same guys who used to beat the hell out of me are the same guys who showed up on my doorstep to get laid years later. Fucking losers.

All those experiences worked in my favor, though. It taught me who I was. Sent me on a quest and brought me to where I am now. As bumpy as that road was, when I see London walk down the hall with Amber and Jenna, draped in only pearl necklaces and a matching skimpy thong, I know there’s no other place I want to be. No other place I belong.

They smile as they pass, and at the last second, I snatch London’s hand and haul her into the closest doorway. I barely have any control when I see her on a normal day, but when I see her scantily clad and built to sin, a fire lights within me. An engulfing line of flames ignites from the top of my chest to the bottom of my balls.

I shove her up against the bedroom wall, my front to her back, and pin her hands over her head and grind my throbbing cock into her ass. I can barely contain the raging lust burning a hole through my body. An inferno ensues every time I’m near her.

London moans that titillating sound as I skim my lips over her skin and reach around her chest to pull at one of her nipples. She stretches, feeding into my ministrations, fueling the raging fire.

“Don’t come tonight.” I suck on her shoulder ravenously, squeezing her breast. “Save it all for me.”

“You want me to fake it?” She shivers as I slide my hand gluttonously down her torso.

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