AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Course, I was up to something, too.
“Good. Very good,” she said.
I breathed her light perfume, and then her lips were on mine, soft and light.
If she was testing me, I planned to pass with flying colors.
She pulled back and examined my face. “You see, it’s my job to make sure my guests are comfortable, and enjoying themselves,” she explained.
“That’s good of you, M,” I said. “I appreciate your looking out for me, and for making sure I settle in well.”
Bullshit.
She stood, extending a hand to pull me to my feet. “Let’s head back to the party, shall we? I have guests to check on, and you need a cocktail.”
“Let’s go.”
I replaced my half mask and followed her out of the office, where we left the port behind. Music blared a thumping dance beat, bodies writhed on the floor, and people fucked on a high stage overlooking the room.
M disappeared into the crowd.
Good riddance. It was obvious she was trying to scare the shit out of me—the question was, why? She couldn’t possibly know I worked for the paper. And the funny thing was, that was what scared me.
I worked my way through the crowd toward the bar and ordered my usual bubbly. Rooting through my purse for a cash tip, I saw my phone flashing. I’d just received a text.
Chapter 17
Varden
As soon as the redhead had recovered from having her mouth and ass delighted, I excused myself. Luckily, the preppy perv had grabbed our friend’s attention and was now chatting her up, enabling my easy escape.
I wandered through the club, finally cooling behind the mask, and pissed as hell I hadn’t been able to come. This was one of those times I really wanted to take it off. The consequences, though, could be so serious that I never did. I’d worked my ass off to build my company, and my weakness for kink was not going to ruin it. I suspected Beau might have had an idea about my secret habits, but he’d never let on.
I ordered a drink while I was cooling off, and glanced down the stairs leading from the mezzanine. Miss M and some others who’d been watching me navigated the last step. She was with—wait a minute, she was with the woman with the half mask. But before I could make a move, they’d exited the stairs and turned the corner. I tried to follow, but when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I’d lost them.
Damn.
So, I went back up, all the way to the third floor, to the Twist Room. I knocked on the door and the usual oversized bouncer let me in.
“How are ya?” I extended my hand.
“Mr. G, my friend. So good to see you,” he answered with his gap-toothed smile.
“There’re some hotties in here tonight, G. Get on it.”
“You’re not lying,” I said, patting him on the shoulder.
I honestly wasn’t up for any more playing, the redhead having sucked the energy out of me—minus the orgasm—but I was always game
for watching. I settled into a club chair so no one could sit next to me, and watched the scene taking place just to my right.
Some lucky bastard had two gorgeous women. The blonde with her hair piled on her head—what did they call those? Buns?—was full-figured with flawless skin. The other had a dark-brown pixie cut and was boyishly thin with tits topped in tight, pink nipples. The contrast between the two was extreme, and yet they moved on the man in perfect rhythm.
And he looked to be having a pretty damn good time, too, laying on his back with the skinny one riding his tongue.
At the other end of him, the voluptuous one kneeled, ass in the air, his cock in her mouth, hoovering him like he was her last supper.
The skinny one started bucking on his face, convulsing with barely a sound as her face twisted. The big-titted one sucked until the guy’s legs spasmed. He thrust his hips into her face one last time and began to shoot. She pulled back and let his load coat her full tits.
