“It’s alright.”
You can do this.
Sex in public. In front of them, all of them. These people watching us with masks on their faces and enough money that one of them has bought me.
With Buck, Kayden and Aiden.
I swallow. Hard.
“Alyss.” For once, Buck doesn’t use my nickname. “None of us are going to do it.”
I lift up my bottle. “I want to get out of here. All of us, and it sounds like we have a chance. If that means putting on a show now, then I’ll do it.”
I don’t wait. I throw the contents of the bottle down in one. It tastes a little like honey, something spicy chasing the sweetness as it slips down my throat.
Kayden and Aiden reluctantly follow my lead.
Only Buck hesitates. “I didn’t want it to be like this.”
I plead with him. “It won’t always be like this. But if we don’t, we’ll never get the chance, Buck.Please. Do what you need to. You have my permission.”
I swallow. “All of you.”
My voice lowers. “They want a show? Give them one.”
Buck swallows his down, throat flexing as he finishes the small green bottle.
All of us wait for whatever the fuck they’ve given us to kick in.
It doesn’t take long.
Kayden straightens in his chair. His cheeks are flushed. “What the hell is this?”
Buck and Aiden shift in their chairs.
I shake my head, pressing my hand against my cheeks. I feel warm. Too warm.
And my body… it feels looser, somehow. More languid, my posture softening.
“There we are.” Red’s voice is low. “Whenever you’re ready.Lights.”
The lights around us shut off, one by one. Until we’re the only figures illuminated in the darkness.
My hand moves to my lips. Lower.
My breasts… start toache. They feel heavy, my nipples suddenly chafing against my corset.
Buck groans, a pained look on his face. “Trouble…,”
I grip the table, breathing harshly. “I know. I feel it too.”
Some sort of… fucking aphrodisiac.
I shake my head. “Doesn’t change anything. What do we do?”
Aiden shifts. His hand pushes down, between his legs. “I want to get you out of here. For all of us to get out of here. So if we have your consent, I think we should get started.”
“Yes.” Sweat prickles along the back of my neck. “Yes.”
