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On Sunday evening, she was too nervous to eat in the dining hall. Her roommate watched her closely.
“What’s wrong, Chelsea? Got a hot date with a limo later?” Nikki asked sarcastically.
Chelsea blushed, wishing that she had a thicker skin. “I’m just not hungry.”
“Why not? Is your married man taking you out to dinner?”
“Ssh!” Chelsea hissed, glancing around. “God, Nikki, I am not seeing a married man. Where do you get this stuff from?”
“I’ll wait for Valentine’s Day. Then I’ll know for sure he’s married, because he’ll have to spend Valentine’s with his wife. That’s how it works with those guys.”
“Nikki!”
“Chels, I’m not an idiot. You’re sneaking into the dorm at dawn, acting secretive, no one knows where you are… And your mystery man is obviously rich if he can send limos to pick you up. Everyone in the dorm is talking about it. Why won’t you confide in me? I am your roommate.” Nikki looked forlorn.
Chelsea felt bad. “I know, but it’s not what you’re thinking. I just… I just can’t say anymore about it. I’m sorry.”
Nikki’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, God. You’re not pledging them, are you?”
Chelsea’s stomach dropped to her feet. She fought to keep her face composed. “Them?”
“Oh God, no. I never figured you for a sorority girl, but that’s it, isn’t it? I’ve heard of that sorority house—supposedly to pledge their house you have to seduce a professor. Who is it, Chelsea? That humanities professor with the ponytail?”
“No one!” she insisted, relieved that Nikki didn’t know her secret after all. “I’m not pledging a sorority and I haven’t seduced some middle-aged guy with a ponytail. Gross.” She shoved her tray away and stood up. “I have to study. I’ll see you later, okay?”
Her heart knocked about nervously in her chest as she hurried back to her room and dressed for the night’s adventure. Lying to Nikki wasn’t fun but there was no way she could tell her the truth about the Society, Professor Deveaux and her Muse. Nikki’d think she was crazy.
At seven o’clock sharp, she slipped down to the foyer to see the elegant silver limo waiting outside. Its exhaust steamed in the cold winter night. She got in without a word and settled back in the leather seat as it bore her off to her latest adventure.
An hour later, the limo was traveling through a nearby city. Chelsea was growing more nervous as they passed through unfamiliar streets. At last the limo pulled into the curving drive of a high-rise luxury hotel. She stared up at its towering lighted windows with a feeling of trepidation.
This time the limo driver got out. She watched in astonishment as he came back to her door, opened it and helped her out of the limo. Because he was only the second associate of the Society she had met unmasked, she stared hard at him. He was simply an ordinary-looking man of middle age. Perhaps because she had passed her first two tests, she was slowly being entrusted with meeting other members.
He pressed something into her hand with a smile and returned to his door.
She stared at it as the limo disappeared. It was a key card to a room in this hotel, room 2252. Taking a deep breath, she headed through the brass-lined glass doors and into the golden-lit lobby. A bank of elevators waited down a quiet hall. She headed toward them, trying to look as if she knew exactly where she was going.
In the elevator rising to the twenty-second floor, she looked at the key. The true test of erotic love is recognition. What did that mean?
The elevator stopped at a hall with one room marked Penthouse. Well, Nikki had been right about one thing—the Society obviously had money. Uneasily, she wondered if she would be expected to pay dues once she was a member, something she simply couldn’t afford as a college student. Inserting the key card in the door, she found herself in a dark and massive suite. Tentatively, she set her purse on a nearby table and moved across the carpet, heart pounding. One crack of light seeped through
the drapes and as her eyes adjusted, she could see a sunken living room of enormous leather sofas and soft throw rugs. A basket of condoms waited on the table. She was definitely alone.
Still nervous, she opened the heavy drapes. Now that the faint pinkish light of the city filled the penthouse, she could see that no box, outfit or instructions awaited her. Apparently she was simply to wait. She leaned her forehead against the glass and looked out over the twinkling skyscrapers before her. They glittered in a carapace of ice, as pristine and beautiful as a fairyland of white. Never had she felt so alone or uncertain.
The dual sound of doorknobs turning echoed through the room. Chelsea looked to her right and her left in amazement as two doors she hadn’t noticed opened and masked men filtered silently from each.
A wild panic rose in her blood. She hadn’t agreed to this, hadn’t agreed to group sex. Once again her inner alarm went off, reminding her that no one knew where she was and that she was at the mercy of the Society.
The four masked men waited in a line before her. All were naked, all were the same height, with their faces and hair completely obscured. Each wore a mask constructed as an animal head. A wolf, a lion, a tiger and a fox stood silently before her.
The true test of erotic love is recognition. As the rapid beating of her heart calmed, she realized that this was her task, to recognize her Muse. It was wildly unfair and as impossible a task as Venus set Psyche. She had never seen his body, let alone his face. Yet if she did not select the correct man from these four, she would fail her test.
Four pairs of eyes stared at her from the animal masks. For a moment, she was tempted to snap on a lamp. Then she decided against it. Artificial light wouldn’t help her with a decision that would be guided largely on her feelings.
Instead she stepped up to the first man, who wore the wolf mask. She put her hands on his impressively broad shoulders and squeezed. Tonight marked the first time she would be able to touch her Muse and the freedom to explore his body at last excited her. She felt the muscles in this man’s long, well-made arms, squeezing his biceps and deltoids. The naked man before her possessed an athletic physique and she enjoyed running her hands down his smooth, waxed chest. Yet there was no true heat between them as she touched him. It was as if she were stroking a warm statue. Confidently, she decided that the wolf was not her man, though she gave his firm buttocks a squeeze first to be sure.
She moved on to the lion. He was perhaps just a hair shorter than the others and by the lighter tuft of hair surrounding his erect cock, she guessed he was a blond. That definitely ruled him out. She ran her fingernails up his thigh muscles anyhow, smiling as his cock gave a violent twitch. Lightly she fingered his balls, playing with them until his entire body tensed with excitement. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. As he did, his body moved into shadow and she realized his pubic hair was really no lighter than anyone else’s. Frowning, she ran a hand up his cock, squeezing his head until he bit his lip. Yes, he was definitely a stranger. Her Muse had more control than this man.
