Brandon, Finn and I all climbed into his Escalade and drove over though we made sure we looked the part. I was simply there for eye candy, and because I had grown up around the wealthy and glamorous, knew when something was amiss.
“I am so glad we didn’t bring Dylan. They would have tried to weasel out on the deal immediately,” Brandon remarked.
“It’s a good thing he got out when he did,” Finn replied. “He never was good at blending in. Perhaps Monika can finally teach him some manners.”
I sat in the back studying my bracelet and clutching a blue crocodile Birkin I’d purchased a couple days earlier with the line of credit my father had given me for my birthday. It was the smallest Birkin they made but it was perfect for carrying my weapon along with other things I needed like my small cosmetic bag, phone and other general girlie goodies that were tossed in.
Etienne had called me the day before to warn me I only had so much time to get to L.A. but when I did, my mother had purchased a brand new 2012 Mini Cooper S in silver for me. It was a birthday present so I could get around town in style but I also knew it would make me less conspicuous. Sometimes everyone and sundry knowing one had money wasn’t necessarily a good thing, and it wasn’t a “stupid girl” car. That would be something much more flashy where I was supposed to have a special purse so my micro-mini rat dog could fit comfortably inside.
Nope, that would never be me, and young women like that in L.A. drove me crazy.
As we stepped out of the vehicle after passing guards that led us into an ultra gated community where each house still had—gasp!—gates of their own, we had plugged the security code the young guy had given us and the gates opened to a McMansion with gothic-style architecture, an elaborate water fountain that served as a roundabout for the driveway and lots of huge trees which blocked the view from its neighbors’ McMansions.
I had to roll my eyes at this one and unfortunately, Brandon caught me doing it.
“Uh oh, what kind of vibe are you getting?”
“The kid’s definitely connected. I would say one of his parents is in government and probably married a trust-fund wife with nothing but money. They met at Harvard, Yale or Princeton and have two point five kids, a horse stable and membership to an ultra exclusive country club that still doesn’t accept blacks or Jews as members,” I explained in a no-nonsense way.
Finn whistled. “Not bad. This house belongs to Trevor Winston the third and his mother is a trust-fund babe. Her family made their money in the steel industry in Pennsylvania. The Pfeffermans’ are practically royalty in the state and part of the Pennsylvania Dutch that came over in the seventeen hundreds. Of course they are of German-American descent. Trevor Winston Junior is part of a family that is wealthy in their own right. Originally from Maine, his father, Trevor Winston the first was a self-made billionaire and he is a Congressman for the state in Washington, D.C.
“Trevor goes to MIT and although he and his friends are hard-core studiers, they are also hard-core partiers. This is just a coke drop off. No hillbilly heroin was required for this well-heeled crowd. Since you know the type so well you know what not to do so we should be okay.”
“The operative word being should.” I grabbed the package, which was in a small Cartier shopping bag to make it look less conspicuous, and the three of us walked to the double front doors.
Trevor answered after one elaborate ring from the doorbell when it was pushed. He looked at all three of us in a shifty, uncomfortable way. He was already high but obviously, his stash was running low.
“Hey, Finn…Brandon…who’s the chick?” he inquired in a baritone voice that did not match his preppy look.
“My girlfriend—”
“Elvira Sandstrom,” I interrupted Finn. “Daughter of Athena Donahue and you know that Swedish action mega-star? So, I would be in just as much trouble as you if this ever came out.”
“No way. You’re related to some of the biggest Hollywood stars in the world and you’re their daughter? Finn, I didn’t know you had it in you.” Trevor laughed as he opened the doors, and we all stepped in.
The foyer was beyond grand. It had a large crystal chandelier replete with pale marble flooring and dark wood paneling. The place smelled of nothing but ancient money and the host had the ease of someone used to getting what he wanted.
“Thanks for coming on short notice, lady and gentlemen. I know I didn’t give you a lot of time but this party was kind of planned in haste. My parents are out of town—the south of France beckons—and I decided to have a few friends over. I knew you would be discrete, and you have never failed me before.”
“We wouldn’t be in business if we pissed off customers,” Brandon replied. “You’ve always been solid, Trevor, and you always pay cash. It’s good enough for Finn and me.”
“Love you two Irish boys. I tell all my friends I have this great connection and they always think I am dealing with a bunch of goombahs. I tell them I wouldn’t deal with the mafia or that kike boy—what’s his name?—Reynold Schumacher. Thinks he’s a regular drug dealer, yo, with his fucking third-rate cocaine that is always cut with too much bathtub meth.”
I rolled my eyes, and hoped we didn’t have to stay for long. When the ethnic slurs started flying, it was never a good sign. People like Trevor thought they could say what they wanted but I had grown up around all types of people, and it wasn’t cool. I didn’t find it the least bit charming either.
Both Finn and Brandon seemed to be engaged with the conversation and replied with snide comments or off-the-cuff remarks but I kept watching the door, and hoped we would be leaving at any moment. This guy seriously crept me the fuck out and I didn’t want to have anything to do with him. He was like the flip side of Clive had he gone all the way over to the dark side, and really explored the underbelly of drugs.
“Listen, I got a favor to ask you,” Trevor began as he stared at me but obvious he was speaking directly to Finn.
“What’s up, man?”
“I’ll tag on a five grand bonus if I can see that sexy piece of ass of yours suck your cock. It’s just a little light entertainment for me and my friends. Seriously, we wanna start an orgy but the chicks are wimping out and if you two walk in and she goes down on you, we think it’ll loosen ‘em up.”
I glared directly at Finn, and told him where to take this offer with an arctic stare.
“Let me discuss it with my girl, first.”
“Okay, we’re all in the game room so meet us there. Brandon, why don’t you come with me?”
I watched Brandon walk off with Trevor before feeling the physical pull on my person from Finn. “What do you think? I saved a little for you so you can have a few bumps before we do this.”
I snatched his arms away from my waist and took several steps back. “Are you fucking insane? How could you even consider an offer like that with a straight face? Five grand? Is that all I am worth to you?”
I turned around and looked away because I couldn’t face him, not even when I felt him walk towards me and press his hard body—cock included—against my back.
“Listen, it’s not like we haven’t done similar stuff in front of our friends or at parties—what’s the difference? Besides, I want you baby…and when we get home, I’ll eat you and fuck you all night,” he whispered in my ear.
“You just don’t get it, do you?” I turned around to face him. “I said no and I won’t do it. It’s demeaning. If I were just some chick from Southie, it would be different but I know people like this, and I’m probably familiar with a few of the people in that room. I won’t get down on my knees and suck you off in front of an audience like some cheap porn star, Finn!”
His crystal blue eyes resembled ice chips. “I get it. You’re too good to do anything that you don’t want to do but look at the way you’re dressed. You are wearing a mini dress that ends at the top of your thighs and sky-high Louboutins. What did you think Trevor would deduce about you? You look like a whore, Evie, even if you are rich.
So tonight I need you to become one because I want that five grand bonus.”
I shook my head and tried to stop the tears from falling. How could I have deluded myself into thinking we were meant for one another? I was too young and I didn’t know shit about the world. I felt lost and trapped. Where would I go when I’d come with Brandon and Finn? What had compelled me to wear such clothing in the first place? Perhaps I deserved this to happen.
Just like that, all the fight was out of me and I accepted this as something I would have to do but when I was finished, there would be no Finn and me. I couldn’t take the love of my life treating me like a common skank.
“Fine,” I replied.
Finn smiled and kissed my lips. “Thank you. I promise I won’t ever put you in this position again, not after tonight. Do you believe me?”
“Yes.” My voice was monotone because there wasn’t much to say. I knew after that night I would never be in that position to be humiliated ever again.
He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a little vial of coke. I grabbed it and did a bump in each nostril. As I handed it back to him, I felt the drip as it leaked down my throat like his semen would in probably less than a half an hour. The feeling made me sick to my stomach and I desperately wanted to be anywhere but there.
Finn slipped an arm around my waist and we began to walk to the game room.
“Just think of it as an adventure…and it’ll be easy for you to do. You’re so beautiful and you have such a gorgeous body. Every man in the room is going to be in lust and every girl is going to be jealous. You know I would never let anything happen to you, right?”
I nodded my head before I mumbled, “Of course you wouldn’t, sweetie.”
It reinforced all my ideas about having my own money because there would be no way I could trust anyone to always do right by me. Men were liars, the same as parents, teachers, and other adults of influence. It made no difference I was an adult now too but here I was being ordered to do something that went against the very grain of what I would ordinarily do and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it from happening.
Finn and I walked into the game room just about the time the cocaine started to do its job. I was high and happy so it would make my humiliation that less difficult to handle at the moment. I had plenty of time for shame and regret; this was not the place to show any weakness what so ever.
I observed Brandon talking to Trevor while there were at least a dozen couples sitting and talking. A very WASPish blonde sat in a comfortable lounger, and it didn’t take me long to deduce she must have been Trevor’s girlfriend. From the looks on the people’s faces—Trevor’s girlfriend included—and the drinks they precariously held, I could tell they were all high and drunk. It wouldn’t be so difficult because it wasn’t as if most of them would remember me humiliating myself.
The game room was indeed that with dartboards, an expensive pool table and a fifty-inch, flat screen television mounted to the wall. Several guys were playing on the Xbox while their girlfriends chatted with one another about inane bullshit people usually discussed when they were drunk and high.
Trevor excused himself and placed two fingers in his mouth before he whistled to get everyone’s attention. The chatter stopped and all eyes were on him.
“Since the coke and expensive booze wasn’t enough to get some of you prudes in the mood, I have provided a little…X-rated entertainment. Perhaps this will get you hot and bothered enough to shed some of the unnecessary clothes everyone’s wearing!” he proclaimed in a diplomatic way as if he were talking about the weather.
“That chick is pretty hot for a Southie…I thought you said she’d be skanky,” Trevor’s girlfriend said in a clipped, New England accent I couldn’t quite place.
“Well, that is because Evie isn’t a Southie, Christine.” Trevor’s eyes were glued to mine and he made me feel as skeevy as a two-bit whore. “She’s actually part of our crowd, honey. Ladies, this is what happens when you go slummin’ so let it be a lesson to you to stay in your own class, and with people who are of similar breeding as you.”
“Who is she?” a male voice inquired somewhere in the room. “I’d do her in a heartbeat.”
“Elvira Sandstrom,” a female voice replied. I couldn’t see the young woman until she stepped out of the crowd.
She was perfect, a brunette with blue eyes I could see from across the room. She smiled at me, and that is when recognition came but it was too late.
I knew her vaguely and her parents’ were from the East Coast but she’d been born and reared in Los Angeles. We’d gone to the same high school and hung around the same people.
“Well, well, this is a nice surprise. What’s she gonna do, Trevor?” the brunette inquired.
“Well, if I told you, Madison, what would the fun be in that?” Trevor inquired.
Madison Washington. That was her name and the only reason why I remembered it was because she was one of the only white Washington’s I’d ever met. There was a rumor her father held a direct lineage to the first President of the United States which would obviously mean somewhere in her family tree, someone had a touch of the tar brush.
Trevor turned toward Finn and me. “Well, when ever you two are ready, you can get started.”
My heart pounded in my chest with deep, rhythmic beats and I wasn’t sure if I could go through with this but I had to. Finn brought his right hand to my chin and pulled me toward him where he kissed me passionately. I could taste the mint on his breath and his tongue set me on fire. If we were alone, this would be so hot and sexy, but we weren’t and I knew that too. My cheeks began to burn, and I knew my face must have blushed beet red but there was nothing I could do.
He whispered in my ear, “Get down on your knees. The quicker you do this, the quicker we can get out of here.”
I did as I was told and began to unbutton his jeans and down went his zipper from the gentle touch of my fingers. I grabbed his cock to the sound of hoots and whistles from the guys. It sure beat the surprised sounds from the women in the room who could sense my humiliation but they reveled in it. There was a feeling of “I’m glad it’s not me in that position” from them and it was so palpable, it radiated from their pores.
Finn and I were like a car crash they couldn’t tear their eyes away from and so when I gently began to tease the mushroom head of his manhood with my tongue, several of the women seemed to blush several different shades of red while they fanned their faces. I zoned myself out and began to work on the task at hand and remembered Finn’s voice. The sooner I finished, the sooner we could get the hell out of there.
His cock slid into my mouth and I could taste the salty-sweetness of his pre-cum but I continued to suck and tease. He’d forgotten the crowd and all he felt right now was pleasure. A bright light flashed from the crowd, and obviously several people were either using their smart phones to record or were taking random photos.
I hid my face with my hair because if the photos could ever be identified as me doing the one giving head, I would never live it down. I worked faster and faster on his manhood until he moaned and sighed. He began to thrust his cock into my mouth faster and faster until he finally came and the relief to me was all that and more. I swallowed, withdrew him from my mouth and stood, refusing to face the crowd.
Before any more photos could be taken of me, I ran out of the game room, my hair still covering my face, as fast as my Louboutins’ would carry me.
There was only one word that repeated itself over and over again and that was humiliation.
I felt ashamed, stupid, led astray and couldn’t believe I’d done that in front of those people, in the presence of people I knew. However, I also had to protect myself and right outside the game room, I stopped, grabbed my Ulysse Nardin out of my Birkin and walked toward the double doors again.
The women were talking and the men were carrying on as usual. I quickly snapped the button on my phone and took numerous photos of Trevor paying Finn and Brandon. I t
ook photos of the people in the room, of the coke and alcohol scattered about. Before I left, I had to make sure these people knew it too. I brushed my hand across my mouth just to do a quick check before I walked back inside.
Madison was the first one at my side. “Nice show. I thought you were in school. What the fuck are you doing performing like some two-dollar hooker at one of these parties? Is that guy your boyfriend or your pimp?”
“Neither after tonight,” I replied and faced her head on. “You tell everyone in here who filmed and snapped photos of what I was doing with their iPhones that I also have evidence of my own. If any of those photos turn up on Facebook, I will make sure all the photos I just captured of my own turn up on my timeline. Is that clear?”
“Wow. I never thought I’d see you in this position, Evie. I’ll let everyone know. I’ll make sure the photos stay private, and I will personally speak to Trevor about this. If one of his parties were to come out, he’d ruin his family name and rep. No one fucks with him because they know there will be hell to pay.”
“Thanks,” I replied before I turned to leave.
“Wait,” Madison said and walked over to me. “Don’t wait until it is too late. If you are serious about leaving that jerk who made you perform for us like a goddamn circus animal then do it tonight. Not tomorrow or the next day but as soon as you can get anywhere they have public transportation.”
I smiled at her. “Don’t worry about me. I have every intention of leaving this scene…permanently.”
Shortly after the interaction between Madison and I, we left without much fuss. Finn handed me twenty-five hundred dollars in cash and I threw it in my Birkin.
My silent behavior continued long after we dropped Brandon off and made our way back to the house. I didn’t have anything to say, and I knew Finn knew if I had a line, he’d seriously crossed it. There was absolutely nothing for him to say because I had no wish to hear his excuses and lies.
We didn’t need the money that badly. Hell, I didn’t need it at all and neither did he. I wondered if he’d done it just to prove he had some kind of hold over me. If it was his way of showing he “owned” me, he was dead fucking wrong on that account.
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