The Pet

Chapter 7

Damien stood in front of the full-length mirror thoroughly unhappy. He was wearing a leather midriff shirt and a pair of leather pants. The entire outfit was black and completely ridiculous. The leather outfit showed off his body and he wasnt too thrilled about that. It would only bring way too much attention to him.

Alex had explained the rules of a party. You were not to fight with the guests no matter what they did or said. You were to serve the guests drinks and so forth. If the master or mistress of the party ordered the Pet to please someone the Pet must do it. Alex had reassured him that he would not have to please anyone at the party. He would only serve the guests and try his best not to lose his temper. Yeah. Damien could see this entire night going bad if someone touched him in a sexual way. Oh, he would do his best not to lose his temper. He had promised Alex he would try his best, but Damien knew that his best may not be good enough. He still had a hard enough time letting Mr. P touch him let alone a complete stranger.

Three taps on the door let him know that it was his time to enter the living room. He was now going to be showed off to everyone. He took a deep breath and went to the door. His hand hovered over the knob and it trembled. He was afraid and that pissed him off. He had to get in control of himself before he stepped out into the living room. He had to because if he went out there pissed it would take nothing to set his temper flying. He took another deep breath and opened the door.

The room wasnt decorated. The couch was still in the center of the room with the coffee table a few feet in front of it. The windows were still covered with the dark blue curtains, the black rug was still there, and the radio was in its place below the TV on the entertainment center. The only difference was that the CD player was on blaring Beethoven and the room was filled with expensively dressed Lords and Ladies. Everything was the same yet at the same time it was different. It blew Damiens mind.

The entire room went silent and everyone's attention was on him. Damien stood there not knowing what to do.

"Everyone," Alexs voice called over the music.

Damien looked for him. He needed to see him.

Alex came out of the crowd and went right to him. He wrapped his arm around Damiens waist and smiled brightly.

"Everyone. This is Damien. My Pet."

Cheers overpowered the music.

"Finally, Alex!" A man said coming out of the crowd. "We've been wondering when you'd break that vow of yours and get a Pet."

"Yes," said another coming to stand in front of Damien. He grabbed Damiens chin and lifted his face. "Where did you find such a beauty?"

Damien blushed. No one had called him handsome or beautiful besides Alex.

"And he's bashful," a young woman said coming out of the crowd.

"Please, you all flatter me," Alex said.

Damien could tell that he was uncomfortable with all the attention. He also saw that Alex was on edge. Alex was so close that no one noticed when Damien touched him gently on the back. Alex relaxed and nodded. A message of sorts telling Damien that he was fine.

Damiens heart started to race as the woman reached for him.

"Stella, please he is not yet used to all this. This is his first party," Alex said.

Stella's hand stopped halfway. She turned her gaze to Alex and then back to Damien.

Oh, God, he thought anxiously. Stella's expression was of one complete hurt. After a moment her hand continued to reach for him. Her hand was soft as it cupped the side of his face.