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6 | Vulnerable Alcoves

If I make you a promise, it'll be ironclad law shortly. The truth is, darling, you'll never get away from me.

"Dressed for someone special?"

I turned to meet Carter's inquisitive stare. He smiled, showing two white, perfectly straight rows of teeth in what I assumed he thought was a friendly grin. Clearly, it was predatory and made my blood run cold.

I shrugged, I sent him a close-lipped smile to appease him before I answered, "new outfits came in this morning."

He nodded his head in response and glanced towards the entrance of the basement. Ricky was leaned in partially, calling his name with urgency. I watched Carter walk in his direction, listening to the measured click of his polished Oxfords.

I rolled my tensed shoulders and tried to relax, watching the Glosses and Teases check and double check to make sure the hors d'oeuvres and all the drinks were perfect. Carter would expect nothing less.

Edythe stood at the back of the room, her blonde hair coiffed into a high bun wearing a new uniform of a black leather mini-skirt matched with a bright red ruffled bustier. I expected she'd be wearing the standard platforms and minimal makeup. Glosses were meant to entice, not distract.

Still, her presence was odd. I had only seen her a handful of times hosting the same room as I and now, she'd been in every room I'd worked since Euphrates appeared. And the questions she was asking yesterday only added to the intrigue.

I swept my gaze back to the rest of the room, watching Dante adjust his pouchless g-string at the base of his quickly strengthening erection. Theresa was directly across from me, her back against the wall wearing satin and patent leather strappy pumps with a red transparent glittery robe over a simple pair of matching red panties. She looked young and doll-like, her eyes were fringed in dark makeup to enlarge them and bring out the sparkle in their dark depths. I returned the soft smile she offered me before I turned to inspect the rest of the room.

The basement was oversized, including a full bar to my right that was stocked with top shelf liquor, easy to make snacks and also held a some of the sex toys the partygoers were allowed to use on us. A setting area was gathered around myself, Theresa and Dante individually for those waiting for their turn. But while Dante and Theresa were backed against a wall, I was standing underneath the relative cover of an alcove.

Before I stepped into the cleverly lit area, I let my eyes roam the scandalous hand-painted masterpiece that dominated the curved cavity. It featured a raven haired woman with her arms wrapped around a lover's neck, he was buried deep inside her - a look of total ecstasy on his handsome face. I rolled my eyes as I glanced back at it again, disgusted with the irony of the painting relating to the activities about to happen in this very room.

The home belonged to quickly rising pop-star, Atlanta Frees. She had a mounting reputation for her small stature, old hollywood features and low, husky singing voice. Even though I was surprised someone like her would throw a party with MPD, it didn't stop the fact that her steely voice would remain on my personal playlist. She breezed through the basement just as we came in, speaking lowly with Ballarina as they inspected the decorations.

I tensed as music began to play, signaling the start of the party. My eyes quickly sought out Dante's and then Theresa's as the partygoers entered the confined space. Dante's body immediately stiffened as the first set of five friends came in. The men laughed quietly to themselves, eyeing myself and Theresa before turning to lock their gazes on him.

Almost immediately they gravitated towards him. Three of the five took seats, casually unzipping their pants to free their erections. The three laughed together, shifting to get a better view of the festivities.