TouchNode | Complete

3 | In Walks Danger

Walking the walk only seemed like a good idea at the time...

I watched a staggering Dante make his way through the rear of the MPD Headquarters House two weeks later. He sent me a deliberately haunting grin that called the hairs on the back of my neck to full attention. Stubbornly, I didn't return it. The man was a curse if I'd ever seen one.

Trapped, six nights a week, in the same room while he was basically torn apart was beginning to take its toll. Ballarina seemed even more frigid than normal, her fingers eagerly seeking my insides for a repeat performance every time her husband caught us near each other. Each time, he gave me this close-lipped smile that exposed more about his twisted deviance than I ever realized.

It seemed he was getting impatient. With the ever closer date of my release, he was running out of ways to bestow a nickname on me. I wasn't the least bit concerned with other people's business, especially now. A little slip-up, even the slightest, could add time or my most feared word - permanency - to my situation.

Now, I made it my mission to at least pretend to somewhat enjoy the men who attempted to pleasure me. It was working, for the time being, and kept both sides of the twisted couple to the shadows with one eye on me and the other firmly attached to the mayhem that surrounded Dante.

It seemed they were even more attracted to him than ever. I was finally left alone, but they descended on him like flies on garbage. Carter was forced to resort to a numbering system, while Dante took on three people at a time.

Eerily, he kept his mouth shut during the entire party. No matter how bad it seemed to get, those pouty lips of his only opened when it was required of him. But those eyes, those incredibly large hazel eyes of his, always stayed centered on me.

I still remember the single time a TouchNode refused to open her mouth for partygoer, April Shudder had been the newest hottest TouchNode. Gentry Mikes asked her to open her mouth to lubricate a toy, she refused, and Carter broke her jaw in the middle of the party. She now worked in the MPD Pleasure House, permanently, but with no one wanting fuck an imperfect woman - she wasn't granted the title of Gale.

No, April Shudder, is now a Guzzle. Women who only survive to drain and clean fuckpipes. April's mouth never healed properly and she cannot close it all the way. It's always open, ready to swallow the next man's desire - and I do mean any desire.

For me, tonight was different. I wasn't housed in the same room as Dante, I was mercifully ordered to remain on the bottom floor of the Marcroft Mansion. The modern home, decorated in warm pallets of brown and gold, was palatial and was precariously perched off of the edge of a cliff and house a stunning infinity pool that I could see from my location.

I barely had time to eye the smooth decor of the house before I was placed in the second den, eye-to-eye, with TouchNode Blaire Bows. My lip pulled upward in disgust when our gazes unwillingly met. She hated me and I, for sure, hated her.

Blaire was classically pretty, I suppose. With long wavy brown hair, doll-like blue eyes, and her cupid's bow mouth - she attracted quite a few partygoers from the moment she debuted. Her breasts were small, but curved upward to dusty pink nipples that were oversized and she always shaved the hair on her pussy into the shape of an arrow.

She didn't understand why I hated this life and how I didn't accept my situation with open arms. Blaire would end up in the MPD Pleasure House, but unlike Molly Pitch, she would go willingly. I had seen it too many times to count.

The orgasms were addicting. The attention was addicting. The perks were addicting. Almost everything about this lifestyle would seduce you and use you until nothing was left.