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Casanova
The Feast is packed. I’m relatively new to Vixen’s Lodge Feast nights, but I’m pretty sure it’s not common for there to be so many people in attendance. The scene before me looks more like an overflowing nightclub breaking their capacity limits. There’s barely enough room to weave through the patrons, which is kinda weird with everyone being naked and all. Flesh on flesh everywhere you look. For the first time since coming to this secret sex club, it doesn’t seem all that appealing.
Where’s my girl?
Rhys George owns my balls, my dick, and my fucking heart. It started out as fun, and to my shock, I was struck down with more than lust for this chick. These Feast nights are set up to be anonymous. I’m not meant to know who I slide Thor inside. My only task is to enjoy the ride, but fuck, all I’m interested in doing is finding Kitten and getting lost with her. I’m even happy to include Skipper in the scenario, if I must. Being with her, no matter how that looks, is all I’m interested in.
It still blows my fucking mind that Rhys’ sponsor here at Vixen's Lodge is Tyler Foster, otherwise known to me as Mr Foster, my fucking PE teacher at Fox Pines Catholic. When I think about it, I know how fucked up it sounds, yet when I see them together, all concerns fall away because that motherfucker cares about Kitten, much the same way I do.
Fucked up? Hell yes!
But it is what it is.
After doing three laps of all the rooms available to Feasters in the lodge, worry trickles its way in because I can’t find Kitten anywhere. I know she arrives late sometimes, but Tyler is usually here fucking whoever he can from the get-go. Weirdly though, I can’t find Skipper either.
Rhys told me she was coming to the Feast tonight. She said she’d probably have to grovel for what she did on Sunday night when she turned up uninvited with no mask, and in an agitated state. I assumed her grovelling would most likely involve Madam Vik, but she’s right here in the middle of the room setting up some chain thing from the ceiling over the podium, and Rhys is nowhere in sight.
My eyes focus on Madam Vik as a waiter walks up to her and murmurs quietly in her ear. She nods enthusiastically and turns around, an excited expression lighting her face. Madam Vik and Master Hill are the only people who don’t wear masks to hide their identities. Since we are intheirhome, I guess they can do whatever the fuck they want, while the rest of us Feasters have strict rules to follow.
“What’s going on?” Moxie comes to stand next to me, and I shake my head, not wanting to take my eyes off Madam Vik. There is something going on. I just haven’t figured out what it is yet.
“No idea.” I shrug and glance at Moxie. She’s gotta be in her twenties. I could be wrong since it’s hard to tell with the floral mask she’s wearing, but her skin is firm and youthful, so I’m only going by assumptions. What the fuck do I know? “Have you seen Kitten or Skipper?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “Maybe they aren’t coming tonight. They weren’t here Sunday night either.”
I wanna tell her that Rhys said she was coming tonight, but that will give away that Kitten and I know each other personally.
The sound of a bell draws my attention again, and I glance back over to Madam Vik, who is now holding up the offending noisemaker.
“Darlings. Hello. And welcome to a special evening of the Feast. Tonight, we need to address an unfortunate incident which resulted in the rules being broken.” Madam Vik smiles like it’s a good thing while murmurs spread through the naked audience.
Ice slithers into my veins as I replay her words.
“We need to address an unfortunate incident which resulted in the rules being broken.”
Is she talking about Kitten?
“As you know, rule-breaking can have serious consequences for us all. The rules are in place to protect everyone who walks through our door and to ensure we can continue operating foryourpleasure.” Madam Vik sweeps her eyes over her minions as they hang onto her every word. “Unfortunately, one of our most treasured Feasters broke two stringent rules. Therefore, we must administer punishment here before you all this evening so that she and everyone else here remembers the seriousness of breaching the rules.”
“Kitten,” I whisper, and Moxie darts her head to me.
“What?” She whispers back, and I nod.
“What’s the punishment for breaking the rules?”
Moxie’s mouth drops open, and her eyes widen in panic. “Humiliation.”
“What?” I blurt a little too loudly, but no one pays me any attention. They are too wrapped up in Madam Vik.
“Let’s not put this off any longer. Please bring in ouradoredKitten.” Madam Vik raises her arms in the air like she’s announcing a fucking game show.
The Feasters cheer like they are in the audience of a fucking game show, and the crowd parts, making a path for Master Hill. As usual, he’s in a black suit—the only person fully clothed under this roof—and he swaggers in like he’s a fucking king. Trailing behind him, Brock, the bouncer, is carrying Kitten over his fucking shoulder, her dark loose hair falling past his calves. That’s when I realise she is bound and gagged.
No!
I step forward, but Moxie stops me, her hand wrapping around my wrist.
