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“Why did you want me to come with you tonight?” she asks, breathing huskily into the air between us. “Why didn’t you already have a date?”
Her expression is the same as it was when she was back in that shithole I found her in. When I first saw the lips and the hair. The first time I imagined wrapping those long brown locks around my fist, tug on them firmly - just enough to make her sweet pussy wet and craving me. The first time I knew she was mine.
“I wasn’t able to find the girl I wanted.”
She shudders again when I give my response. Her gaze drifts back out the window. It’s ironic, almost, because we are back inherneighborhood. Maybe it turns out she and I are not all that different.
But there are guards where I am taking her now. Security. It’s secret. It’s underground unless you know where to look, what rocks to check under. The key is hidden somewhere you can’t access.
But unlike the place I plucked her from,Club Skinhas a business card. Our name is etched in the minds of the city’s most powerful, the most notorious. The men with peculiar tastes, the men who want something extra.
That’s what the holiday party is about. It’s a celebration at the end of the year to mark a new beginning. New opportunities.New skin.
But she isn’t working. God dammit, she won’t use her body ever again. Not in that way. Even if she never had to sell herself, she won’t have to worry about that again.
She will never have tothinkit ever again.
“The girl you wanted?”
“Yes,” I say. I put my hands around her waist and slide her to me. She yelps softly as we pass over a rocky patch of cobblestone. We’re somewhere near West Broadway, but I’ve lost track of the streets. All I can see is her.
“I was looking for you,” I say.
She is wordless again. She doesn’t have to say anything. Her eyes drag down my body, across my broad shoulders, and down to my lap. My pants are tented obscenely; I can feel it without having to look down. Her eyes widen and they come back up to meet mine.
“See something you like?” I say to the young brunette.
She nods softly and her fingers come to my belt. They’re confident but clumsy, too.
“No,” I say, pushing her hands away and sweetly taking them in mine. “We have to go to the party.”
“What should I expect once we’re inside?” she asks inquisitively.
“I don’t want to spoil your innocent eyes,” I say, brushing a lock of hair away from her forehead, “but you might see some things you haven’t seen before. But you are here as my girl; remember that. You don’t have to look at anything if you don’t want to. The things you may see happen behind closed doors. So don’t open the doors if you don’t want to see what’s inside.”
Don’t open the doors if you don’t want to see inside.
I turn over the notion in my mind. I want to see how far she will go. But she won’t be corrupted by anyone - but me.
She won’t be spoiled by anyone but me. Bathed in pleasure. Begging for me. Begging formore.
“No one touches you but me, baby.No one.”
Avery
The colorsfrom the street swirl around us, and I feel myself becoming lightheaded at the softest of touches.
I feel something else, too, and I don’t know what it is. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Looking down, I catch a glimpse of my cleavage. I’ve always tried to cover myself up. When I interviewed at the massage parlor, my prospective boss said I would be perfect for the position. He’d looked at my breasts. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. It felt lewd. I covered myself up from then on. It wasn’t the first time I’d been looked at like that, but it was the first time I’d been looked like that on a job interview.
It didn’t feel good. I felt like something was being taken from me, and nothing was being given to me in return.
It felt uneven. Uneasy. Unbalanced.
But now it’s different.
Now it feels new.
I feelfresh.
