But the hostesses, waitresses, bartenders, and other concierges in black were still beautiful. They still displayed themselves as much as they were comfortable, and this woman wassocomfortable in her skin that she might have been a Butterfly in previous seasons.I wonder if being a staff member still pays well?Benson almost braved asking, but the hostess had processed his guest card to confirm his status. She hit a button on her phone screen before grabbing a handful of black wristbands from a drawer in the wall.
“Here you go, sir.” She handed over the wristbands. Benson went ahead and slipped them over his left forearm. “If you enjoy the company of a Butterfly at tonight’s party, please give themoneof your bands. If you have any leftovers when you leave, please hand them to the woman at the club exit.”
“I’ve done this before, thank you.”
“Oh, excellent. Enjoy your evening, sir.”
Benson, still in his black top – and still unbuttoned, of course – and linen pants entered the club with his matching black wristbands. It didn’t take him long to see two guys sitting on a couch with two Butterflies, one guy sporting bright red wristbands and the other forest green.Christmas is coming early over here.Benson sauntered past them, then a waitress in black, and soon realized he had entered a world where he could barely see five feet in front of him.
The Low Light party tested the best man’s eyesight. Butterflies wore fluorescent white clothes that glowed in the dark, and corners were marked with blacklight stickers, but otherwise, Benson might be knocking into a chair or a table without realizing it. The club was also infamous for replicating a certain New York club’s labyrinth, which meant the front was ideal for ordering drinks and enjoying social company, but the backwas an endless curve of hallways dropping unsuspecting visitors off in crevices full of easy-to-clean furniture. Outside of clearly marked bathrooms, the only things Benson could see were the glowing serving platters carried by black-clad waitresses wearing fluorescent makeup, shoes, and jewelry.
Benson had shown up fashionably late, but not so late that most of the action had already happened. Did he hear one happy Butterfly get the ride of her life around some corner he couldn’t see? Sure. Did he assume that other wristbands had been collected already? Definitely. But guests like him either paced themselves to enjoy maximum pleasure in one night or simply got it out of the way. Benson wasn’t sure what he wanted yet.
Well, he knewonething he wanted. That Butterfly from the poolside. But there was no guarantee she would be assigned to the party that night.Or I’m too late to claim her first. Go figure.She could be in some guy’s room right now.
In such dark spaces, he was nearly blinded by a bright, glowing tunic dress around the next corner. A Butterfly sat on a loveseat – or a couch, or a settee, who the hell could see? – one leg over the other so her glowing white flats took turns dangling in the air.
She was alone. Was she waiting for someone?Some other guy’s lost.Benson hadn’t had a conversation with anyone since arriving. Not unless he was checking in, ordering dinner, or getting into the party.
“Hi,” he greeted, before sitting next to her.
Her head slightly moved toward him. “Ah… uh… hi.”
Damnit. She sounded adorable. Friendly. Way too pure to be here.
“I’m Brim,” she introduced, surely using one of those cheeky codenames they gave everyone to use.They all have a script to follow when they meet someone random.It allowed them to collect data on the guests so they could report it later.I knowmy sexcapades are tracked on this island.It was how they figured out who wasn’t doing their jobs, and how they doled out the coveted “bonuses” so high-end escorts and full-service sex workers would keep signing up to make this place a billion bucks every year.Everyone’s gotta get paid.Benson was in finance. He knew all about it.
“Lovely to meet you, Brim. Are you having fun tonight?”
Was she taken aback by that? “Sure. It’s electric in here.”
“You like that?” Benson hadn’t meant to sound so… pervy… when he said that. “I mean, I like it, too. People having fun. They can just be themselves and do whatever they want.”
She perched her elbow atop the back of the loveseat, pushing her unbound breasts in his direction.Can’t miss two nipples poking through a shirt like that.She probably wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Are you someone who likes to be spontaneous?”
“Suppose… in situations like these…”
She laughed.
It was then that he knew. It washer.The perfect woman from the pool.
She was here. She was available.
In about two minutes, she would behis.
Chapter 3
Eden
Everything about the Low Light party, which many of the Butterflies had been assigned to that night, was exactly out of a party from The Dark Hour, or from the crazy stories Eden had heard about a certain club in New York City that made all sorts of fantasies come true. Yet to find herself here? Among the darkened, pinkish-toned rooms as she wandered around in nothing but a glow-in-the-dark white T-shirt that barely covered her hips?
She was nervous. But it was the electric kind of nerves that made her nipples hard and her whole body warm.
I am so getting some here.She tried to contain herself as she came upon a couple of guests, but they were already tended to by other Butterflies looking to score some wristbands. Both of Eden’s wrists were still empty. Wasn’t that a bother?
Sure, she was assigned to this party for another hour if she hadn’t hit quota yet, but after this?I just found out I haveto spend an hour in the showers.Blair had warned her that sometimes light “hazing” occurred like that. New girls got the triple shifts that others didn’t immediately sign up for. In this case, since she hadn’t scored at the pool, Eden was hitting the showers in more ways than one after this.
Hopefully, it would be good for her.
