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“I’m just joking,” Miranda laughed. “I said all that just to lighten the mood for the reason why we’re not going to Posh. We’re not going because someone tried to ruin that.”

“Why are you talking in riddles? Someone like who?”

“Someone like Terry. After I left your office this morning, I bumped into Terry. I didn’t even recognize him. He looked so bad. He lost about 120lbs, and even though his clothes looked brand new, they were about three sizes too big for his small frame. His skin looked like it was covered in a fungus or mold.

“What was even crazier than his appearance was the fact that he didn’t seem to notice that he was fucked up. He said he saw me in Posh last year without you and wanted to know if we were going tonight because he wanted to clear the air about the game of truth or dare that you witnessed.”

“Truth or dare?! The game of truth or dare?!” Myla screeched so loudly that Miranda’s ears burned.

“Myla—”

“The audacity of that piece of shit!” Myla shouted. She was so angry that she didn’t hear Miranda calling her name. She had mentally transported back to New Year’s Eve 2021.

“Baby, I’m home,” Myla announced from the doorway as she rolled her luggage over the threshold. Normally she would call Terry to pick her up from the airport. But a dead phone prevented that from happening. Instead of sitting around a loud, crowded airport and waiting for a charging station, she grabbed her carry-on, made her way to an awaiting Uber, and enjoyed a peaceful twenty-minute ride to Terry’s house.

“Babe!”

Myla called out, confused. When she arrived, she had walked past his all-black Alfa Romeo in the driveway. Terry was the type who never let her do the heavy lifting, so the fact that she had called him twice and he hadn’t come to greet her didn’t sit well with her.

“Terry, I’m back. Where—”

Myla’s body and words froze when she rounded the corner to the living room. Her stop was so abrupt it was as if she were never in motion. Myla shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut, thinking the scene in front of her would disappear; it did not. The scene in front of her was not anything that she ever expected to see in her home. Three men, dog leash, leather face mask, nipple clamps.

Myla opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The sight had paralyzed her. She watched Terry on his knees, with a dick in his mouth and one in his ass. The man wearing the leather dog mask and nipple clamps growled in ecstasy as Terry deepthroated his elephant trunk-sized third leg.

Saliva poured from the corners of Terry’s mouth as he greedily sucked on the man’s erection. Myla could not speak as she watched the man that was supposed to be her husband swallowing what appeared to be a foot-long length of manhood effortlessly without gagging. Terry’s head bobbed back and forth as the man behind him gripped the dog leash around his neck. He drilled into Terry mercilessly.

“Oh, God, Aaron! Yes, baby! Fuck me!”

Terry screamed loudly as he begged another man, his barber, to fuck him. The feminine moan that came from his mouth made the carry-on slip from Myla’s hand and hit the hardwood floor. The sound of the Samsonite luggage hitting the ground made all three men jump.

“God no!” the dog mask-wearing man said as he ran out the front door into the biting cold.

“Oh shit!” Aaron screamed as he pulled his raw penis out of Terry’s backdoor and ran to the bathroom. He refused to say anything. Terry would have to handle this situation on his own.

“My…Myla, baby, it’s not…it’s not what it looks like. I promise. Let me explain!”

The recollection of that morning instantly put Myla in a bad mood. So many things about the situation made no sense to her. Terry was the most masculine man she knew; he didn’t even like sex toys in his home. Yet there he was being a bottom and cum guzzler for two men. Rage filled Myla’s body all over again.

Truthfully, the act of cheating was not something that bothered her. It was a part of dating that she could accept. But this had fucked her up. Her self-esteem had been severely damaged. Because no matter how many relationships in her past ended from infidelity, none of those men had ever cheated on her with other men.

Irritation, anger, and self-doubt began to gnaw at her nerves. Now she just wanted to stay home.

“You know what, this was too soon. I need to go—”

“No, ma’am. We will not let some man that still refuses to be honest about his sexuality and his prognosis ruin our night. Posh hasn’t been hitting for a while anyway. So, his lame ass will be in there bussy popping on a handstand by himself. You and I are headed to an invite-only NYE event.”

“Invite only. Ok, Ms. Upper Echelon. I’m listening.”

“As I knew you would, my PhD-having friend. Your first night out needs to be memorable, so I reached out to a friend of mine, dropped some of this good pussy on him, and I got us exclusive invites to Château Noir.”

“Château Noir!” Myla screamed and nearly jumped out of the windshield when Miranda handed her the onyx card with gold writing that said, “Come as strangers. Then cum again…”

Château Noir was once the Hôpital de l’Espoir, Hospital of Hope. It served as a mental institution until the deinstitutionalization of mental health facilities. When the hospital closed, a private investor bought the property and turned it into a members-only club.

Myla had been curious about what happened inside the club for years. However, the hefty annual membership fee kept her in suspense as to what went on behind the doors of the establishment. She didn’t know if Château Noir was a country club or an adult entertainment venue.

“I knew you’d be excited; you’ve only wanted to go inside for the past ten years,” Miranda laughed. “After running into Terry’s polluted ass this morning, I knew we had to change plans. I met one of the owners a few months ago. I called him and asked if two pretty women could bring in the New Year at his establishment, and well, you know the rest,” Miranda said as she approached the behemoth-sized building.