by Vi Carter
“I will let Lady Linda know.”
Jake snorts a laugh. “Lady Linda. She’s a far cry from a lady.”
Both women gasp and I don’t know if Jake is dumb or if he thinks this will all go away. Either way, I need to get these women out of here.
“You ladies should get some refreshments while I deal with this.” I glance at Jake who’s turned his back on us. He’s picked up a candle holder, turning it upside down to see if it’s stamped.
“Are you sure? Maybe we should stay as witnesses.” Mary half whispers but I hear Jake’s snort.
“Thank you, Mary, but I’ll be fine.” It feels like it takes a long time to get both women out of the door.
“I think we should clip the two bags.” Jake grins.
“You shouldn’t think Jake. This isn’t your place to think. And I don’t go around killing people. Those two bags are very rich clients that keep these doors open.”
“You do kill people.” Jake places the candle holder back on the mantelpiece. His earlier grin gone.
“I need you to leave,” I say. I shouldn’t have ever brought him here.
“Just like that. I’m thrown aside for your rich friends.”
“We aren’t kids anymore.” I clench my jaw. I should have killed him when I had the chance.
“You really want me to go?” I didn’t like the way he asked the question.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Jake glances around the room as if it’s the last time he will ever see it.
“I didn’t want it to end like this.”
He holds up his hands. “No need to explain. I get it.” He walks past me and brushes his shoulder against mine. “Go play with your rich friends.” The door closes behind me and I ring Marcus.
“The blond man who just left the office, make sure he leaves the property.”
“No problem.” Marcus hangs up and I slip my phone back in my jacket pocket. I knew it wasn’t that simple with Jake. I just hoped he didn’t push me so far that I had to kill him. If he disappeared now, I would let him walk away. I also needed to move Mickey’s body, he knew where he was and I couldn’t allow that to be held over my head.
***
I arrive at the club. My number one goal is to find Wendy. She’s laughing with one of the other girls but when she glances my way her smile slips. I look away from her and glance around the club. It’s getting busy and I easily get lost in the crowd while keeping my eye on Wendy. She’s keeping an eye on me too. She gets up from her seat and walks along the front stage. I move along the back wall until she disappears out the back. I wait for another ten minutes and she reappears searching the club. Once her eyes meet mine, she ducks her head and pulls up her shoulder bag before leaving the club. I count to thirty before I make my way after her. Staff park behind the club and that’s where I find Wendy with car keys in hand. She hadn’t opened her door, her back is still to me.
“I’m sorry.”
I nod to her back before walking to the front of her car.
“Sorry for what?” I ask her and she looks up at me, her eyes clouding.
“I’ll tell everyone it was a lie.” Her mouth twists as she fights to keep her tears down. A pity she didn’t think about that before.
“It’s a little too late for that.”
Tears fall from her eyes. “Please Gerald. I messed up.”
Fear blossoms in her and I tap the top of her bonnet before walking away. “You’re right, Wendy. You messed up.”
“Please Gerald. I’ll do anything.” She calls after me but I keep walking, feeling confident that she understands to keep her mouth shut in the future.
I stay outside and slowly make my way to the forest. I needed to make sure I could find Mickey’s grave easily later tonight in the dark. I would dig him up then. The sun is starting to dip, but it’s not dark enough yet. Thankfully, not many people are around, I pass only two tourists who are walking around the grounds. I had Marcus place tape at the entrance of the forest to make sure no one entered. Lifting up the tape, I duck under it and glance behind me to make sure no one is watching.
I arrive at the site where I buried Mickey. The ground looks the same. But later tonight it might not be as easy to find. Picking up a large rock, I place it on the grave as a marker. Throwing it down, the breeze shifts some of the leaves and display’s heavy footprints, the tracks look like runners and that’s something I don’t wear but I know who does.
God damn it Jake.
He is going to force my hand. Leaving the forest, I make my way back to the house. Later I would deal with this, but right now I had an appointment to keep. It was one I was very much looking forward to.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
HER
I never noticed how much creaks and noises this house made. Sitting here waiting for him to come has me hyper aware. The leather costume that he left out for me is still sitting on the bed. I’ve tidied over the room several times and each minute feels like an hour. I just want him to come so I can get this done and over with. I am going to take control just like Linda said. Every time I look at the outfit my stomach twists. I’m up and opening the drawer that I left the piece of paper in with my fantasy written on it. Moving all the clothes both ways doesn’t make a difference, it’s gone. I quickly open all the drawers dumping the contents onto the floor, but the note isn’t here. My heart pounds as the lights go out. Closing my eyes, I tell myself to be strong.
“You’re not wearing the clothes I left for you.”
I don’t bother searching the darkness this time. “I’d hardly call them clothes.” My voice shakes slightly and I hate it for betraying me.
“Everyone is very brave today.” I had no idea what he meant.
“There’re other girls locked up like me?” I hate the sting of jealousy I feel at that thought.
“Put on your outfit.”
My heart thumps painfully against my chest threatening to break free. “No.”
His hand brushes hair behind my ear, the hairs rise on my arms at his touch. “So brave. So defiant.” A cloth covers my eyes and I raise my hands to grip it. “Leave it.” Something in his voice has changed.
My hands flutter to my sides as he ties the blindfold at the back of my head. I’m surprised at the gentleness when he takes my hand in his. I know when we leave the room, the light changes but I still can’t see. I’m aware that if I pulled off the blindfold, I could see him.
We stop, and the ding of an elevator has me looking around at the darkness. “Where are we going?” I ask as we descend.
He doesn’t answer. A few seconds later his hand takes mine again. Mine feels so small in his. His skin is soft and warm and I know I should be repelled but I’m not. We step out of the elevator and start to walk. It’s colder now. We pause and a door opens.
“Hello.” A male voice that I don’t recognize has me pausing and tightening my hold on Gerald’s hand.
“Don’t be afraid.” His words are closer now and I take a step back. I can’t go far as Gerald still holds my hand. His hold on me tightens.
“I want to go back to my room.” I hate how small my voice sounds.
A hand I don’t recognize touches my face and I try to move away from it.
“It’s okay.” Gerald’s voice pulls me towards him as he starts to walk again. My hand touches the silky fabric of a bed. My stomach twists and tightens as I sit on it, Gerald lets my hand go and I feel like I’m falling down a rabbit hole. Lips touch my neck on both sides. My hands grow slick with sweat.
My fantasy. He found it. He was making it come true.
A panic in me rises as I’m pushed back onto the bed. Lips trail down my neck while hands roam across my chest. I gasp as my trousers are opened.
“Lift up.” It’s Gerald’s voice and I raise my bum off the bed as he pulls my trousers off. Hands touch my bare flesh and make their way between my legs touching and gently rubbing the outside of my underwear. I know the moment Gerald touches my face. I know the feel of
his hands and I’m not sure if I should be horrified by that.
“Let yourself go,” he whispers into my ear, before placing a kiss behind it. It seems such a personal thing to do. My legs are widened and the other man moves in between them, his thighs brush against mine. His erection brushes against my throbbing privates and I turn my head to the left, towards where Gerald is. His lips still brush my neck as his fingers work on the buttons of my shirt. The moment he has it open, his fingers trail down my stomach, past my belly button and to the band of my underpants. Large hands touch my breasts, the erection solid against me. I bite my lip as my bra straps are slid off my shoulders and my bra is pushed down. I groan as Gerald takes my nipple into his mouth. Fingers run under the band of my underwear and touch me. I jerk as electricity shoots through my body.
Gerald’s tongue strikes out, my nipples harden and when his teeth graze it, I think I’m going to come off the bed. The man between my legs leaves and I feel the loss immediately, but it doesn’t take him long to return, as he removes my underwear. His large erection is placed at my opening but he doesn’t push through. Instead he takes my other breast in his mouth and sucks. Gerald disappears and I can hear the ruffle of clothes. The bed dips beside my head and something warm touches my face. Raising my hand, I touch the meaty cock. My heart pounds as Gerald’s fingers sink into my hair and he directs my mouth closer to his cock. I keep my lips pressed together and my body dulls, it’s like someone has doused me in cold water. I reach out to push the man away from in between my legs.
“Shh it’s okay,” Gerald whispers close to my ear as he kisses my neck. It’s an ember in the dark, and it sparks to life again as fingers touch my private parts, separating the flesh before dipping in. I arch my back and move back down as Gerald’s mouth consumes my breast. Fingers touch my ass and it’s all too much. I want them to stop. I want them to keep going. Gerald’s hands take over from his tongue and when his cock twitches against my lips I open my mouth and he enters slowly. I pause as a cock enters me, it’s painful as it stretches me but the movement in and out turns the pain to pleasure. My tongue flicks out and licks the top of Gerald’s penis, I hear him groan and it makes me feel powerful. Everything stops and my body screams no. Hands direct me until I’m crawling across someone. The moment the hands touch my hips I know they are Gerald’s as he positions me on top of the other man who directs his erection into my opening. I don’t move as he pushes himself into me, his hands going to my breasts. Squeezing my nipples, I let my head fall back onto Gerald’s chest. Warm liquid coats my ass and Gerald pushes his fingers inside as the other man finds a rhythm inside me. Gerald’s hands hold my neck from behind as he thrusts the tip of his erection into my ass. I’m being stretched everywhere, lips touch my neck before teeth graze the sensitive skin. I find myself rocking to the rhythm the three of us have created.
Gerald pushes deeper into my ass and my hand reaches behind me for his thigh, wanting him deeper. Inside my pussy the other penis feels like it’s growing bigger, filling me, stretching me. Our rocking grows faster. I bite my lip as my nipple is squeezed, a sensation is building in me and I don’t want it to end. Gerald pushes deeper into my ass, his teeth sinking into my skin. Every part of my body is screaming for release, every nerve on end. The pace quickens and when Gerald groans in pleasure along my neck, I let my own pleasure slip through my lips. It encourages both men to go deeper, to go faster. Hands tighten on my neck cutting off some of the air, and I throw my head back wanting to give both men access to every part of me. Everything is too much, I want my release, but I also don’t want this to end. Gerald’s breathing quickens along with the man under me who pounds into me heightening my arousal, my wetness is dripping from me. I can feel it on the inside of my legs.
“Come for me Cara,” Gerald speaks as he sinks fully into me and I groan and cry out as the man under me pounds into me and stops releasing himself. I’m so close as Gerald’s hands leave my neck and find their way into my hair. Pulling my head back painfully he pounds harder, the pain sears through me but the pleasure isn’t far behind as he continues to slam into me. Fingers prod at my clitoris and I can’t stop the onslaught of electricity that smashes through my body as I shout out my release. Gerald comes seconds later and I can feel him fill my ass.
As my body trembles and comes down off the high, I’m so aware of everything. The pain as Gerald takes himself out of me. The burn of my scalp to the humiliation that scorches my body. The man under me shifts and he removes himself from me. The heat of both bodies leaves and my hands shake as I push my bra back into place and try to button up my shirt. Tears soak my blindfold as I cry silently. What was wrong with me? How could I have enjoyed that? I felt so cheap. I can hear them get dressed, the door to the room opens and closes and I stay still, wondering if I am alone. Hands touch my shoulders and I jerk.
“It’s okay.” Gerald’s voice has me shifting towards it.
“Sit on the edge of the bed.” He commands and I do.
He’s gentle as he pushes my underwear and trousers back on as far as he can. Taking my hands, he helps me stand and pulls them up the rest of the way. A sob shakes my shoulders as Gerald buttons me up. No more words are spoken as I’m led back to my room. I sense he has paused at the door but he finally leaves.
I don’t move but stay standing in my room where he left me. I can’t take off the blind fold. I’ll hate what I’ll see in the mirror. I feel so disgusted with myself. I don’t recognize myself anymore. What is this place doing to me? What is he doing to me?
***
I still can’t seem to meet my eyes in the mirror. “Are you okay? You seem pretty quiet today.”
I smile at Candy in the mirror. “I’m fine.” Linda is behind me and catches my eye.
“Okay everyone onto the floor.” She claps her hands and everyone grabs last minute items before leaving but I don’t. Once the room is empty, I turn to Linda. She hasn’t left either so she’s expecting this.
“Taking control didn’t work. I said no and it made no difference.”
Linda smirks at me and my blood boils.
“What’s so funny?” My anger burns my chest and I clench my fists.
“You don’t say no to him.” Her smirk is gone now.
“But you said to take control.” My cheeks burn. I should have never listened to her.
“Yes, Cara, take control, but you’re still in a box. You just have a choice of what you do while you’re there. Do you understand?” She says stepping closer to me.
“No, I don’t,” I answer honestly.
“When I say take control I don’t mean to say no, it’s not an option. I mean you control the situation that is already transpiring.”
“You think I should instigate it?”
“Whatever it takes to survive.” Linda replies and something in her eyes has deepened.
“Did he do this to you too?” I hate the twist of jealousy that tightens in my stomach. Linda is gorgeous and I am no match for her.
“No. Now get out on the floor.” She doesn’t wait but leaves the changing room and I do as I’m told and go out onto the floor. Candy winks at me and I manage to give her a real smile back.
Could I instigate sex with him? Excitement burns my body as I spin around the pole. Doubts cloud my mind, Linda could be telling me what he wants her to tell me. I had no idea if she is playing me. Maybe at night they lay in bed together and laughed at naïve, messed up Cara. I swing faster trying to get away from my thoughts. I watch the floor. Wendy has her back to me as she raises a glass to her lips. The liquid is clear, as she places the glass on the table beside her but when she looks at me, I can see the alcohol in her eyes. Her nose flares as she stares at me before picking up the glass and draining it. Placing it on the table, she walks around the room, her eyes shooting to me to see if I’m still watching her. This place could do that to a girl. I understand how it could break you or make you break yourself. Drink, drugs or to actually enjoy the sex, it was better than fighting
it all. Fighting it wasn’t going to save any of us. I think in a place like this, we were all doomed to becoming so stretched and worn out, that we just dissolved like a tablet in water.
With my morbid thoughts, I dance until Linda comes for me to take me back to my room.
“How do I know you’re telling me the truth?” I question.
“You don’t.” Linda doesn’t flinch or even glance at me.
“Great. Thanks for everything.”
Linda’s hand tightens around my forearm as she stops me. Her brows furrowed. “I haven’t done one thing to you. I owe you nothing. You being here is your own fault. Or your father’s fault but it has nothing to do with me. You understand?” Her anger has her lips thinning out into a straight line.
“You are the one who collects me and drops me off in my room. You are the one who knows what’s happening to me. You are more responsible than he is.” Her eyes flash a warning as she tightens her hold on my arm and pulls me the rest of the way back to my room. When she opens my room door, it’s dark inside. She flicks on the light switch but no lights come on.
“He’s here,” I say to the darkness.
“Leave her.” Gerald’s voice comes from inside the darkened room. I think I feel Linda hesitate before she pushes me in and closes the door.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HER
I swallow the saliva that’s gathered in my mouth the moment the door closes. I’m going to take control. I startle as hands push my hair back behind my ears, and material touches my face. A blind fold. I reach up to stop him.
“Leave it on,” his voice is soft but deep as he holds the material against my face. It would be easy to follow directions. My body hummed with the thoughts of what happened the last time I put the blindfold on. In the darkness where all I had to do was feel. It is an easy pass, but one day it won’t be so easy. Maybe one day I won’t be enough.