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“Well hello,” Marco says.
It is him. He walks in past the other two men and comes right up to me.
“Hi,” I say barely above a whisper.
“Well it certainly is a pleasure to have Nickoli’s sub serving us tonight.”
I remember what Nick told me, that this man wanted to buy me. He told him I was his sub and he respected it. I don’t know much about that lifestyle but I don’t think the men would have their subs serving other men the way I am.
“I’m here tonight.”
“Ohhh…” he says with fake sympathy, knowing what I mean. I’m right, the men wouldn’t just do that with their subs. I don’t know their ways but deep down I admire the level of trust they have for each other. That bond. It’s like they’re sealed. Fated.
I don’t get that impression though from this guy. He reeks of something sinister and disturbing. Instantly I don’t feel safe around him.
“Can I get you guys a drink?” I ask.
He smiles and tilts his head to the side, looking me over. “You may. How about you take your clothes off while you’re at it.”
He says it just as simply as though we were talking about the weather.
The other two guys smile and take their seats on the sofa.
This…
This is the part I would have feared and I hate Nick so much right now for not even giving me a heads up.
I hesitate and I know I’m not supposed to.
Mimi warned me at least. Biting down hard on the inside of my lip, I pull off my negligee.
Underneath I’m wearing a thong that matches my heels.
So I’m practically wearing nothing in front of this man besides my heels, a thong and a fucking mask.
They’re all looking at my breasts.
Mimi said Denise calls the shots on what happens when she works. The rules are that they can’t force me to have sex with them, but they can cop a feel of my breasts if they want. That’s all. Nowhere else.
As if that’s fine, or like it’s supposed to make me feel better.
The asshole of course is well versed in the rules of this place and reaches out to have a good feel of my breasts. When the other two guys come over and join in, I back away.
“No. That’s enough,” I protest. “No more.”
Marco doesn’t like that very much. “We’re allowed to touch you.”
“No, I’m saying no,” I don’t care what the stupid rules are. I crouch down and pull my clothes back on.
I know I just acted out of the ordinary for them but this is ridiculous. It’s ridiculous and I’m not Denise, neither do I want to be.
I stand and try to regain some composure. “Now I asked if you want a drink,” I’m trying my best to sound like I’m in control but I fail. I fail miserably.
Marco looks at me and I can tell he doesn’t like what I did.
What was that Nick said about him being one of the most dangerous men in Chicago?
Yeah. I remember he did say something like that so I’m guessing Marco’s not used to being told no.
