Page 18 of Fragments
I purse my lips. “I was working out, yes.”
“And you just decided to pop into a club you’ve never been to before?” Amusement lines his features.
I can appreciate that it seems strange, because it is. But just being in here, especially knowingMr. Kadeis here too, is giving me the jolt of excitement I’ve been craving. The same thrill I had the day I followed Professor Kensington into his office.
It’s like the sting of fire against my skin… The slice of a sharp blade into my flesh.
Strike the match.
Burn burn burn.
Taking a sip from my drink, I swallow and puff out a tired breath. “Okay… I’ll be honest. I came here looking for a job.”
The man’s head slants. “Ajob?”
I nod, solemnly. “My parents kicked me out. I’ve been crashing on a friend’s couch, but I need to find my own place and I’m completely broke. I barely have twenty bucks to my name…”
Chewing the inside of my cheek, I peer up at the stranger, who’s watching me intently. I can read his face like a book… The not-so-subtle cues given away by men.
They can be so obvious sometimes.
And whether it was his intention or not, the man I followed in here taught me a lot more than just how good it feels to be held down and fucked into submission…
When people see you asbad, they stop expecting you to begood.
“And what makes you think this is a place you’d like to work?” the stranger hums, his eyes falling to my mouth when I swipe my lower lip with my tongue.
“Because I’m desperate,” I whisper, then lift my hand, dropping it gently on his thigh. “I’ll do anything… Serve drinks, if that’s what you need. Or I can do more.” My fingers inch up to his crotch. “I’ll show you… if you want.”
A hitch in his breathing squeezes my stomach with uneasy delight. He stands slowly, gaze darkening as he reaches out, running his fingers over my lips.
“Well, Ren… I think you’ll fit in perfectly here,” he rumbles, brushing them down my throat. “Welcome to Club Edge. I’m Dom, the manager.” He takes my hand in his to stand me up, then he runs it along my hip, down to cup my ass. “Follow me to my office… for yourinterview.”
Today…
Consider this…
My life now isn’t all that different from back then.
I know what you’re thinking.You’re in prison, Warren. How could youpossiblythink it’s similar to the life you led as a rich boy living in Manhattan?
Well, here’s how. It’s the fuckingsame.
Take away the penthouse in the Upper East Side, and some of the luxurious amenities I definitely miss, and I think you’ll find that I’m living pretty much the exact same lifestyle I did four years ago.
I’m still being constantly nagged and berated by annoying people. But now, instead of my parents, bosses, the dean, and teachers at Columbia, it’s prison guards and the Warden.
I’m still anescort… I’m just selling my body for goods and information rather than money and designer drugs.
And I still feel empty doing it.
But it’sstillwhat’s expected of me, regardless of whether people want to admit it or not.
I’m just a body, albeit a fucking tight one. I still look good, even in prison, because I know how to take care of my shell with what limited options I have, to make it nice for the men who want it.
My exterior is stunning. An almost ethereal creature with gem eyes and perfectly chiseled features. On the inside, I’m decaying and rotten.But no one sees that part, so it’s okay.
I’ve always been this empty husk, with the sole purpose of being used up and discarded by whomever needs to do so. And just like it was before my arrest and arrival in Alabaster Penitentiary, it’s my source of power.
