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The first two windows didn’t open, locked from the top with a latch system I couldn’t figure out. The last one was unlocked and slid up pretty easily. Testing it to make sure it wouldn’t guillotine me on the way out, I swung out a leg. Adding to my natural physical awkwardness was the fact that I was wearing a skirt and had to sort of hover over the window sill as I swung my other leg out. Hanging onto the sill, I tried to get a foothold in the brick on the outside wall like I’d seen a rock climber do.
Getting what I thought was a good hold with my foot, I relaxed my grip on the sill, getting ready to use my hands to climb down. The move was too soon it turned out, because my foot slipped, and I tumbled down off the sill toward the ground.
I didn’t actually feel the hit, but it must have been hard. The black started coming faster than I could fight it off. The last thing I could see before the darkness took me was the group of men running toward me.
It came in bits and flashes. I was vaguely aware of someone picking me up as though I weighed nothing. I managed to look and saw the homeowner looking down at me with genuine concern while holding me as though he was going to start rocking me at any moment. Truth be told, I wouldn’t have minded if he did.
I felt movement and realized I was being taken back inside the brownstone I’d just tried to escape from.
“What’s going on here, Warren?” someone asked, as the homeowner sat down with me on a creaky bit of furniture.
“She’s my new pet, Preston. Just trying to get attention.”
The others laughed, as though that was a normal thing to say.
“Hold her up a bit, Warren.”
I felt myself being lifted without knowing why. Suddenly a light started shining in my eyes. I wanted to turn my head, but Warren was holding me still.
“May I touch her?” asked the same voice.
“Of course, Jim.”
Hands were on me — my chest, my sides, my hips, and down my legs to my ankles. It didn’t feel like grouping. The touches were too firm and business-like. It was then, and only then that I realized that Jim was a doctor. He was seeing if I’d hurt anything in the fall.
“There might be some bruising later, but she should be fine. There’s no concussion. Nothing is broken or sprained.”
It all really came together at that moment, and I came back to full awareness.Chapter Five - WarrenI couldn’t remember the last time I was so scared. We had seen the girl fall through one of the sitting room windows. It was like a jolt of lightning had been put through the room as we all ran out to see what happened.
None of the other members had seen the girls come in, so it wasn’t too hard to explain her presence. For all they knew, she was already in the house before they arrived. I wasn’t the only member to have pets, most of whom were live in. It was a temptation to try and explain things right away, but I figured it would be better to wait until someone actually asked. Otherwise, the answer might seem a bit too made up. It wasn’t made up, really, at least as far as I was concerned. I fully intended to play with her; I just hadn’t asked her yet.
I got to the girl first and was glad of it, unable to stand the thought of anyone else touching Amanda. I scooped her up into my arms and was surprised by how light she was. She looked pretty small, but I hadn’t expected her to be almost weightless. It was nothing to cradle her warm, petite body in my arms. She felt so good against me; it was a struggle not to take her right then and there in the alley. The window she’d gone out was at the back of the house, going down into the alley between my building and the one facing the other way.
Reading my mind, Jim started looking her over, basically giving me the green light to move her. I certainly didn’t want to leave her in the alley and got her back into the house as quickly as possible, the rest of the club following close behind.
“She’s been a naughty girl,” Hank teased.
“You should punish her. The bad little pet,” Aaron chirped.
I wasn’t sure at first, but after finding out Amanda was physically okay, my desire for her started to rise again.
“Punish her, Hamilton. It is the only way she will learn,” advised Andrew Moore.
He was the president of the club, and his word was law. I could have defied him, but I would have basically been blackballed from society as I knew it.
