“I’m diabetic,” Erin blurts.
“We know,” Tony says. “There’s a full array of your normal testing supplies in your bedside end table and insulin in your room’s mini fridge.” He points at a spot beside the hidden chest of drawers. “The fridge is in the wall. Took me forever to find mine. Bridget, you have one too, but it’s full of Coke Zero and Zone bars.”
Just like my fridge at home. What the hell is going on here?
“Every bedroom has a private bathroom.” He heads toward it, and Erin follows. I hang back a little, looking around.
You’ll find the room fully stocked.
I spy the end table, which in Erin’s room apparently contains diabetic supplies. I open the drawer. Inside I find a copy of Catch-22, which I’m reading at home. It’s not my copy, but it’s the same book, and there’s even a bookmark inside it.
Beside the book is a silver vibrator exactly like mine.
My face is suddenly hot. I shove the drawer shut, and the sound turns Erin’s head. But Tony’s voice lures her back around as I come forward to join them.
“Jacuzzi, dual-head shower, toilet with all but jeweled toilet paper, motherfucking bidet. I have no idea what to do with mine. Am I supposed to wash my dick off every time?”
Erin giggles nervously.
“You don’t normally live here?” I ask.
Tony shakes his head. “No, we’re on the job. All three of us. We usually work as a unit, but this is the first time for Mr. Ross. But Mr. White knows Mr. Ross, and … ” He shrugs to convey the sense everyone can relate to, about how sometimes silly billionaires have to share what I can only assume are studs for hire.
“You’ve worked for Caspian White?” Erin asks.
“Relax,” Tony says, laughing good-naturedly. “He’s not as interesting as everyone seems to think, trust me. And I get the feeling he’s taken anyway. Or at least has his eye on someone.”
“Oh,” Erin says. I almost want to smack her, even though I like her. I’m not sure why either of us is still here after all we’ve seen and heard, and I certainly don’t know why we’re both acting like it’s all so normal and expected. But wetting her panties like a teenager for GameStorming’s darling? It’s so trite I can barely stand it.
We leave the bedroom, and Tony shows us a dozen other places in the mansion, each more impressive than the last. There’s a massive outdoor pool with a vanishing edge, heated. Several hot tubs. An indoor pool and an indoor/outdoor pool. A game room with five full-size bowling lanes. Two theater rooms. A glass-ceilinged atrium. A rooftop deck larger than most parks I’ve visited. A small pool that turns out to be an enormous and presumably sharable bathtub, fillable not by faucets (“that would take forever”) but from a tank-and-pump system under the floor that fills it in thirty seconds. A fully-stocked gym. A dedicated video game room (home systems) and a proper arcade (freestanding game machines). Two grand pianos, tops propped open, on opposite ends of the house. We don’t enter the kitchen because all the food will be prepared for us, but Tony assures me there’s a fully appointed one two or three floors down if any of us feel like cooking or baking for ourselves just because we enjoy it.
The absurdity of staying is suddenly replaced by a fresh insanity: staying and baking. Maybe they’ve stocked the kitchen closet with little French maid outfits so we can bake with our asses out.
It’s too much. I shake my head, and Erin is staring before I so much as open my mouth.
“Stop,” I say.
Tony turns to look at me.
“Just … stop. No more. I want to leave.”
“Really?” Tony almost laughs. “I want to stay here forever.”
“Not me. This is stupid. I shouldn’t have come. I want my ten thousand dollars. The ten I was promised for showing up. And then I want to get the fuck out of here. Fly me, drive me, get me to an airport. I don’t care. Just show me the way.”
“What’s bothering you?”
Something snaps. “Are you kidding me?”
Tony looks honestly baffled. I almost feel sorry for him, as nice as he’s been. He’s incredibly handsome. Erin probably doesn’t even realize she’s done it, but she’s threaded her arm through his, as if he’ll protect her. She looks so tiny beside him. Like he could break her in half if he wanted to.
“What is this, some sort of a fucking sex ranch?” I blurt. “Who are you people? Why do you know so much about me? How did you know about her insulin? The end table with … my book!”
Now I’m split, equally angry and flushed. My mind flashes back to the main room, to the blue-eyed guy with his hand casually on the girl’s pussy beside him, as if it was the most pedestrian thing in the world. I get an unwanted vision of him fingering her wet folds, of him making her come. Of the girl on his other side unzipping his fly and sucking his cock while everyone watches, doing lewd deeds of their own.
Is that what they’re doing right now? If we went back there now, would we see an orgy? Would we be expected to join in? Was that what it took to win this, to attract the favor of some rich asshole by proving we’re the biggest whore? Well, FUCK. THAT.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, you know.” Then lower, more confidentially, he says, “Trust me, this is a pretty sweet deal.”
“Says the man hired to fuck me!”
“Only if you want,” Tony says.
I hate that the words send a shiver down my spine.
“This is wrong. Twisted. Fucked up! Come on, Erin, tell the man I’m not crazy, will you?”
I slap Erin on the arm for emphasis, but she’s quiet. Still holding Tony’s enormous upper arm, straining the fabric of his large white shirt, its front still open, displaying abs you could scrub laundry on.
“They’ve been spying on us, Erin. And now that we’re here, they expect us to perform. For cameras.”
“Only if you sign a release,” Tony reminds me, his voice eminently reasonable.
“And in front of everyone. Just like that. It’s what they expect of us, after Daniel tries us out like we’re fucking appliances.”
The old Bridget is back. Her power feels good.
“What do you mean, about Daniel?” Erin asks.
And just like that, I know Daniel didn’t do the same with her that he did with me. Only I was slutty enough. Only I needed a tryout, it seemed.
I back toward the door, away from Tony. I hold out both hands to Erin.
“Come with me,” I tell her.
Her small hands on his big arm. The look in her eyes. Scared. Wary. Like a doe.
“Come on,” I repeat.
But now it’s me Erin seems unsure about. Because something happened between me and Daniel, and Erin’s just putting two and two together. We were equals, until now. Both confused. Both brought here unknowing. Except for me. I can see it in her eyes. She’s no longer sure about the one person she’d been counting on.
“It’s disgusting,” I tell her. “The things they expect us to do for their amusement.”
She’s just watching me.
I back the rest of the way out, my head slowly shaking. But I strike the wall, even though I know I’d lined up with the door.
But it’s not the doorframe or the wall I’ve backed into. It’s the solid presence of Daniel Rice, who seems to have returned after all.
“‘The things we expect you to do for our amusement,’” Daniel repeats, his eyes on mine. Then, in an innocent tone: “What things do you mean, Bridget?”
I swallow.
To Tony, Daniel says, “Show her.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Bridget
Tony nods to Daniel. He smirks. And then he’s turning to look at Erin, who’s fixed him with a stare. At first, I think her doe-eyed look from earlier has switched targets and now she’s somehow afraid of our guide and what he’s going to do. But then I see the desire. The kind that’s afraid to admit its true nature. That hides until it’s pulled from the shadows and awakened.
“She seem
s so sweet,” says a voice in my ear. It’s so close, I can feel breath on my neck. And my skin shivers. Not with cold. With something else. I don’t look back. Fifteen feet away from me, Tony is watching, Erin and Erin is watching Tony. They’re almost frozen, but the air is thick with waiting. I can’t look away. “She seems so sweet,” Daniel repeats from behind me, “and yet under her skin, she’s awaiting permission.”
Daniel’s hand at my waist. His big, strong hand covering mine, pressing it between flesh and the fabric of this foreign dress.
Tony’s huge hand on Erin’s hip. Moving down. Even from here, I can see the way her chest is rising and falling faster than normal. A little afraid. A lot of something else. And still, she’s just watching him as the fabric rides up. As I see more flesh, then a hint of white fabric. Tony’s fingers trail across the inside seam of her panties. Only slightly. And I watch her breathe faster, watching, waiting, entirely motionless. Her hand hasn’t moved an inch. It’s like she’s prey eyeing a predator, hoping it won’t see her. Hoping it will and then do as it wishes.
I should stop this.
And if it’s going to happen anyway, I shouldn’t be here.
I turn. Daniel caches me, blocking my exit. He takes me by both upper arms, looking down at me. I can see every hair in his stubble. Every curve of his hard jaw. His hungry eyes as he stares deep into me. I won’t be intimidated. But I can feel my heartbeat and my breath, the same as Erin’s. Fast, tympani beats. The rise and fall of my breasts against his chest, my nipples inappropriately at attention.
“Look at her,” Daniel says, turning me enough to see, and I can hear the fascination in his voice. “Yesterday, she was cleaning strangers’ teeth, and today she’s in a mansion with everything she’s never dreamed of having. Yesterday, she thought her type was nice boys who got straight As and were good to their mothers. She lived with her parents for nineteen years and then moved into an apartment just ten miles away. The most adventurous place she’s ever had sex was the floor beside the bed. Because this?” I feel Daniel nod into the side of my hair. “This doesn’t happen to a girl like Erin.”
“Stop it,” I say. I don’t even know why, except that all of this seems wrong.
“She’s never had a one-night stand. She’s had two boyfriends, six months and a year and a half. The first one, the year-and-a-half one, she made wait for nine months. Because she’s a good girl. Unlike you, Bridget.”
I want to ask how he could know any of this. But I’m afraid of the answer.
I can’t stop staring. Tony’s hand has moved to the front, and I watch as his big hand bunches Erin’s dress at her lower belly, fingers pointed down, cupping the space between her legs. Erin’s eyes, of all things, are on me. Then Tony’s hand moves again, and I watch her eyes close in a sigh. I watch her throat hitch as she swallows. Her knees buckle, but Tony’s behind Erin to keep her from falling, ass pressing back into his groin.
“Make him stop.”
“She’s a big girl. She can make him stop if she wants him to.”
“She’s going to regret this. She’s not thinking straight.”
Tony’s fingers slip below the waistband of Erin’s panties. Something about this is wrong, wrong, wrong. His movements tent the fabric where it meets her upper thigh, and I catch a glimpse of black hair beneath. The spot nobody is supposed to see except Erin’s boyfriends who put in their time. Not for strange men. And not for girls who should leave the room and leave her alone to make her passionate mistake.
“I think she’s thinking straighter than she ever has,” Daniel whispers. His hand brushes my hair back, and his lips graze my neck.
I turn. Daniel blocks me again.
“Let me go.”
“She wants you, too.”
I can’t help it. I look back. Erin has turned, and now her little hands are on Tony’s pants, gripping something massive. His hand is still in her panties, now working, circling, bending knuckles to test her entrance. The fabric stretches, and I watch one of his fingers slip inside. Her blue eyes are open. Watching me watch her.
I can feel Daniel’s muscular body behind me. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass.
“Go join them,” he says.
“Fuck you.”
“Wish you could,” he says, a laugh in his voice, “but I’m against the rules.”
His hands are around me at my waist. Strong, holding me from behind. Then one of the hands leaves my front, and I feel it on the back of my thighs, moving up. I can’t help it; my eyes close at his touch. And a small sigh escapes me.
“If you join them,” Daniel says, “you’ll gain points. You’ll show Trevor that you’re the kind of girl he wants to keep around instead of eliminating. The kind of girl he’s willing to keep paying to stay. Money badly needed for … oh, I don’t know. For certain dire circumstances that cash can surely fix.”
“I’m not for sale.”
I hear a laugh. The sound sends a wave of tiny shivers up my spine, and it’s as if he’s run a finger along my naked back, tips whispering against bare skin.
Tony peels Erin’s panties down her legs to expose a small patch of dark hair. Then one hand returns to her sex, and I watch her tip her hips up to meet it, just enough that I can make out the lips of her pussy.
“I want to leave,” I say. “I want out,” I lie.
“Liar.”
I turn my head. I don’t want him to see my front, in case he notices how hard my nipples have become. In case even the turn excites me, because despite it all, I feel somehow full below the waist. Swollen from the inside of one thigh to the other. And if he touches me wrong — or right — I might explode. Even the trailing touch of his fingers, at the back of my legs, moving up under my dress, is far too much.
“Don’t tell me what I want, you son of a bitch.”
“The door is right there.” His sarcastic smile is so sexy, I want to slap it off his face.
His hands on my inner thighs. Rolling up across my ass. My knees wanting to fail, unable to support me. He casually raises my dress from the back, and I feel the room’s cooler air infiltrate the hothouse beneath.
“You won’t let me go.” But I barely understand the words. I’m just mouthing them. Willpowering through. I could come right now and ruin everything.
“Go,” he says, “if you want to.”
The dress coming up higher in back. His hands beneath it, brushing the tops of my inner thighs, playing with the hem of my panties.
“You won’t go. Because you want to see this.”
Erin unbuckles Tony’s belt. Unbuttons his pants. Unzips them and pushes them down. A giant cock springs free, and Erin slides down him, her dress still up and her panties still down, her pussy bare for the world. Her small hands run over the massive shaft, the head with its drip of eager precome. Then it’s in her mouth, all at once, as if she’s finally given in after too much resistance. Tony’s dick is too big for her mouth. I can’t stop watching her try to take it. I can’t stop watching her gently palm his balls. I can’t stop watching his hands grip her hair.
I try again to push past, but again Daniel stops me. There’s no question now; I press full against his stomach, and his cock is rail spike-hard against it. My mind flashes back to it entering me, once from each end. To the feel of his hot come spilling down my throat in the limo.
“I didn’t fuck her, you know,” he says, nodding toward Erin.
“Let me go.”
“Just you.”
“Get out of my way!” It comes out angry, but really I’m panicked. Even through our dodging and weaving, Daniel’s hand hasn’t come out from under my dress. There’s a tickling as his tips brush me through the fabric. And if I don’t get out of here soon, he’ll make me come again. Because right now, I want him more than anything. What Tony and Erin are doing, I want to do it too, and I don’t care who sees.
But I won’t.
“Your problem,” Daniel says, “is that you’ve never let yourself want what you wan
t. You won’t allow yourself to desire what you desire.”
“I don’t want any of this!”
Daniel palms the top of my head with his free hand. Turns it around. And I watch Tony’s enormous, tattooed arms lift Erin off the ground like a doll. He tears off her panties, ripping them at one leg. He pushes her against the wall, palming her pussy. Erin’s arms and legs wrap him, her breathing leaving like moans. I can see the space between them as Erin reaches down and pumps Tony’s cock, trying to pull him inside. Then he obliges, and she screams as he enters her, thrusting.
Daniel’s hand slips past the fabric of my panties and into the pool of spreading wetness beneath.
“Tell me again that you don’t want it. Tell me that this isn’t turning you on more than your ordinary life would ever let you admit.”
“It’s not — ”
His finger slips inside me. We’re back against the wall, my ass against the hard ridge of his cock. Erin is lost in ecstasy, Tony thrusting into her with animal grunts. She’s whimpering. Gripping. I think she’s already come once; it’s impossible to tell. Her eyes keep returning to us. To me. But the way we’re standing, I can’t let her see what we’re doing because for whatever reason, Daniel’s off limits.
His finger pops inside my pussy, and I gasp. He reaches farther and finds my clit. I practically collapse. It’s all slick down below. I’m a gusher for him, and all I want is for this horrible man to fuck me as roughly as Tony is fucking Erin.
“Why are you here, Bridget?”
I try to respond, but his finger is on my clit and I’m inches from the edge.
“Everyone here passed a test. Everyone here was hand-selected by Trevor Ross. Everyone but you. So why are you here, Bridget Miller?”
The finger has abandoned all pretense. He’s not just idly playing with me. Now he’s stroking, trying to make me come. His other arm is across my chest, just above my breasts. He’s clamping me tight against him, pressing his erection against my leg. The intelligent part of me doesn’t want to come, but there’s no fucking way I’ll tell him to stop.
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