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My gasp of shock cuts her off, and her smile grows as she continues. “And, excuse my crassness, but that’s unheard of for Vaughn.”
A desperate hope fills my chest at her words.
“Do—do I need to speak to Vaughn about curfew, or—”
“And spoil the fun?” Her giggle is high-pitched as she stands, tugging me along with her. “No way. His face will be priceless.”
She loops her arm through mine, steering me out into the staff quarters and through a door I know I don’t have access to.
“Where are we going?”
Even as I question her, my eyes greedily drink in parts of Rogue I’ve never seen before. We enter a maze of hallways with dimly lit alcoves, some secluded, others not. All of them are littered with people in various states of undress, in any number of compromising positions.
On my left, a masked blonde is sandwiched between two men, her mouth open in ecstasy or agony as they plow into her. A gathered crowd of onlookers watches eagerly, several of them openly touching themselves.
My eyes move to my right as we walk farther into the maze, and my jaw drops when I spot a well-known unmasked A-lister, Tanner Heath, railing his agent. His teeth are clenched, sweat dripping from his brow as the other man’s groans fill the air.
I quickly avert my gaze, unsure if I’m weirded out or turned on.
My wide eyes find Lucia’s grinning ones. “The rumors surrounding Rogue are true, as you can see.”
The maze continues, and I’m entirely amazed at both the sheer scope of Rogue and the sights I’m witnessing.
A woman in a catsuit lapping milk from between another woman’s legs.
A man blindfolded and spreadeagled on a long table while two women take turns whipping him, shouting obscene profanities with each lash.
Bystanders touching one another and themselves, the whole place seeming like one giant, never-ending orgy.
“Therealkinky shit happens behind those closed doors.”
Lucia gestures toward doors lining the walls at staggered intervals just as one opens, and I snap my eyes forward to focus solely on Lucia’s back until we reach a large door with another biometric scanner.
The pink neon sign above readsRavish. Lucia scans her hand and leads me inside.
“I’ll show youpreciselywhat you’ll be required to do, and then you can decide if you’d like to help out this worthwhile cause. The choice will beentirelyyours.”
* * *
I glance down at myself, swallowing heavily as I take in the red latex painted onto my slender frame.
The skintight dress with thin straps zips up the front and stops just below my knees. My poker-straight hair is slicked back into a high pony, and my make-up is heavy beneath the black masquerade mask that Lucia had insisted I wear.
I hug my arms around my waist as a ripple of fear snakes up my spine. Having agreed to Lucia’s simple request, I’d not anticipated the process of going through with it.
Of dressing like this.
Of parading down a catwalk as Vaughn-approved donors bid for a date with me.
There’s only one person I want to bid on me.
My eyes deepen in color and intensity as everything boils down to one simple fact.
I don’t know what’s holding him back, but I’m willing to play dirty to find out.
And it’s with that thought that I stand tall, tipping my chin higher as I embrace whatever the evening will bring.
Movement behind me makes me turn around to find the girl from the hallway yesterday—the one who’d gone into Vaughn’s office—smiling hesitantly. She’s dressed in a sheer black dress that leavesnothingto the imagination. Her nipples and her pussy are covered with thin strips of black tape and nothing else.
