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13 | Tick Tock

Words bring karma too, pretty kitty.

"Powerful, untouchable, like-able business executive by day," the mystery woman was back, whispering lowly into my ear. "And thirsty, cunt hunter by night. I'd have to agree with what they say about her. She truly is versatile."

The woman she was referring to was none other than ultra-business woman and femme fatale, Angelique Quinn. She and her husband, Varik Quinn, were party rarities. They showed together tonight, closely hugging one-another, until Varik laid eyes on Dante.

A slow burning grin had overtaken his features, and almost immediately the man had abandoned his wife at the bar, taking long strides to come face-to-face with the attractive Stud. Varik slowly circled him, dragging his blue-eyed gaze up and down every inch of exposed flesh, before he took a seat on the couch nearest to him. The man spoke to Dante, leaning forward to catch his eyes as he questioned him. Dante's lips didn't move, not even once.

"What about her husband?"

She chuckled again, letting the warm air from her mouth draped across my shoulders. Sidling closer, her other hand flattened against my belly and dropped beneath the lip of my panties to toy with my clit. My hips pushed forward, grinding against her wondering fingers.

"Ahh... Varik Quinn prefers to be on the bottom," she paused to lean forward and catch my ear between her teeth. "But that particular Stud has an ass that just begs a good cocking. Don't you agree?"

"If that's what the client wants and is permissible by MPD rules."

"Maybe they'll let me fuck you too. Maybe they'll make that permissible by MPD rules." Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, "I'd sure like to see what makes you come."

Tipping my head to the side, my gaze locked with hers. A leer consumed her face as she raised her shoulders in a shrug, but continued to massage my clit. The earring she wore swept back and forth like a pendulum, catching on the wide collar of the suit she wore. "You seem surprised."

"Not surprised, I've heard that sentence many times. What I would like to know is who you are."

"A friend." Her body pressed tightly against mine, "no response to my offer?"

"I am a TouchNode. If you would like to fuck, the Pleasure House has Gales to accommodate you and your tastes."

"Yes, they do. I've seen them." Her voice lowered further, forcing my ears to strain. "But there's not a single one like you. I'm guessing Varik feels the same for Dante. He can't seem to keep his hands to himself."

I had to admit, Dante did look quite delectable in his black and white bowtie and matching speedo. He stood at the far corner of the room, practically completely hidden from the partygoers. Unfortunately the debacle at Andres' party had left him injured.

Though the yellowing bruises around his neck, wrists and thighs were covered with waterproof make up, there was nothing they could be done about his slight limp and the curl of pain that remained on his lips. Watching him scale the stairs to his position nearly broke my heart, there were drugs in his system. Ballarina had watched my gaze cling to him and quickly explained it away as painkillers.

Varik's wife, on the other hand, was more subtle. I was stationed on the second floor, standing in a darkened corner at the end of a clear glass balcony. From my perch, I could see the entire party unfolding on the first floor of basketball phenom, Avery Lilton's mansion.

Her chestnut colored locks glittered under the lights as she fluidly moved through the thick crowds. She critically eyed the other TouchNodes. Frowning at Tawny, flicking her hair dismissively at Theresa, and barely giving a second thought to Vanna - Angelique quickly abandoned the first floor and took the stairs at a languid pace.