Page 32 of Bad Boy Billionaire Protector

“What is it? Out with it?”

“Amber. You have to investigate her a little bit more deeply, to make sure she’s just an innocent bystander in all this and not a part of it.”

I frowned. “I’m pretty certain I can count her out.”

Andrew nodded. “Okay, sure, but just do it by the book. Dot your I's and cross your T's."

I sighed and nodded my head in agreement. “Okay, I gotta go and get ready for this meeting. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck. And be careful!”

I clapped Andrew on the back and left the coffee shop.

Heading home to the apartment, I stopped by a Chinese restaurant and ordered some takeout dim sum. I wanted something quick to eat before the meeting.

I had a couple of hours to kill before the meeting started, so I showered and looked over some paperwork, before pulling on a button down shirt and dress pants. I grabbed my cloak and mask and put on the ruby ring.

I arrived at The Corinthian, the private members’ club, at eight thirty and went inside the building. Wearing my cloak and mask, I was met by a member of staff who was also masked and was wearing very little except a pair of black tight shorts. My eyebrows raised as I wondered what kind of meeting I was about to attend.

I was escorted down some stairs at the far end of the hallway, the fancy marble giving way to stonework. The stairs led to another hallway which was lit with candle sconces and seemed to take us deeper into the building. The staff member turned to me and smiled.

“This is as far as I can go, Mr. Ianthos. Keep walking down the hallway and you’ll come to a fork. To the left is the changing rooms and restrooms, to the right is the playroom. Enjoy your evening.”

With that, he left me and I stood and watched him go. On my own in the hallway, I suddenly had a feeling that this was going to be no ordinary meeting. It was going to be something entirely different altogether.

I walked down the hallway and arrived at the fork. I wanted to know what the playroom was so I made a beeline for the right of the fork and walked even further down the long hall, which was more like a tunnel now. I could hear muffled sounds that got louder the closer I got to the room.

There were no doors to the room, just a red velvet curtain that had been drawn back. As I got closer to the door, a young woman came running out wearing nothing but her cloak. She bumped into me.

“Ooh, I’m sorry. Oh, wow. You’re very delicious, aren’t you?”

Her hands were all over me, stroking my chest and my abs, exploring the body underneath my clothes. My eyebrows shot up as she grabbed a hold of my package and exclaimed loudly.

“My goodness! I shall have to play with you later. Not now though sweetie. I have two very eager boys waiting on me.”

With that she was gone, skipping down the hallway towards the restroom.

This was no meeting at all. It was some kind of sex thing. A Bacchanalia.

Walking through the velvet curtain I was greeted by a sight that I’d never have imagined. The stone room was hot with steam, and opened out to a stone pool area, surrounded by chaise lounges and tables overflowing with fruit and nuts. Everywhere I turned, there were masked and cloaked people fucking, drinking and chatting. A group of people in the pool were having what looked like a gang bang. I narrowed my eyes in disgust at the thought of the state of the water afterwards.

I walked further inside and was instantly accosted by several young female students who were wearing lingerie under their cloaks. They pulled me to a chaise lounge and sat me down. One of them fed me some grapes while another began to undo my shirt. The last one handed me a glass of champagne. While the girls had their hands all over me, I tossed the champagne out of the glass and then pretended to drink it.

“We can show you the best time tonight if you want us to,” a young blonde said with hope in her voice.

“Um, thanks, but I’m new here, and I think I’d rather watch than participate.”

I winced at how creepy that made me sound, but the girls nodded, disappointed but accepting my lack of consent.

They continued to shower me with grapes and glass upon glass of champagne, which I tossed each time, some of it getting on my shirt and pants. I was going to absolutely stink of booze by the time this was over.

More and more people seemed to join the group in the pool until there were at least twenty people in there, all fucking and kissing each other. Two of the girls who had been pampering me went along and jumped in the pool, laughing and screaming as they went.

Part of me couldn’t keep my eyes off of what was going on, but the other part of me wanted to display my FBI badge and call the whole thing off. There was nothing I could do though. I didn’t want to break my cover, and I couldn’t break anything up inside a private members’ club anyway. Everything going on seemed to be consensual, so there was nothing I could do about it.

The final girl plied me with some more champagne which I took enthusiastically, pretending I was tipsy. When she left me, I poured it away and looked around.

I felt someone touching me from behind. A hand wandering across my shoulder and to my neck. I turned round to see two guys standing naked behind me, one with a huge hard on. I fought to keep my expression neutral.

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