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Chapter Eight

Elodie

M y long trench coat goes down to my ankles and covers my mostly bare body underneath. I hold my white matching heels in my hand as I hurry along the corridor of my house. Father is currently in his office with some buyers, and it’s way too late for him to be making any room calls. Glancing at the grand clock behind me, I walk a little faster. Two hours ago, Elton brought me a note that had my best pen pal’s name on it. Wini made it clear that a driver would be here at ten o’clock, and I’m one minute late with a ten-minute walk ahead of me.

Servant quarters are silent as I creep through them to get to the tunnel. Every sound has my nerves fritzing out. Father made it clear that I am firmly under his thumb, and what better way to tell him to go screw himself than to have my virginity taken the week before he plans to sell me off?

Finally getting to the opening, I take off into a sprint down the hallway. Water splashes under my feet as the sour scent of mildew clogs my sense of smell. Hopefully, I don’t come out of here smelling this gross. Right now, I just need to focus on getting to the car. I have never actually timed how long it would take for me to get out of the tunnel, but I’m broaching the street in no time. Not wanting to risk getting caught, I don’t put my shoes on until I find the car and get firmly settled in.

The chauffeur drives me to where I assume, the club is. My knee bounces as I take in the street lights as we drive into town. Turning the corner, I notice a long line of people standing under a bright neon sign.

Drenched in Sin.

Heart in my throat, I can’t stop the anxiety from running through my veins. I can already guess what is going to happen here tonight, but it’s the point of walking into the unknown that I’m scared of. What if someone Father is in contact with goes here? What if Father decides to pay me a late-night visit? What if-

“We are here, ma’am,” the driver calls as he pulls into an alleyway. A super tall, burly dude stands at a red ribbon with his arms crossed and a scowl firmly planted on his face. The driver doesn’t give me time to soak anything in before he opens the door and ushers me out. I have no idea what I’m supposed to say. “Bunny is here for her introduction.” The driver pulls out a small card and hands it to the burly dude. He eyes me up and down, glances at the card, then nods.

“Welcome to Drenched in Sin.” His tone is gruff and deep, almost like he has rocks lodged deeply in his throat. If I weren’t nervous, my panties might be dripping wet. Thankfully, the fear of the unknown has me drier than my laundry.

“Thank you,” I squeak and take off inside once he lifts the clip. Seductive music pours from the speakers all around me, a beat that has my heart pounding in rhythm against my sternum. It’s not what I would expect from a club, though I guess it’s not really a party club. Moans mingle into the music, and to my left, a woman is hanging from a rope. Her entire body is bound tightly while a man is kneeling between her legs. I can’t see what is happening for sure, but with the way his head is moving and her moans, I can make an educated guess.

“Hi, can I help you?” A husky voice asks from my right. Startled, I look her up and down, my eyes wide when I realize all she is wearing is a set of black pasties over her nipples. Hidden behind a desk, I’m thankful I can’t see the rest of her yet. She laughs at my horrified expression. Shaking my head, I attempt to clear everything free.

“I’m Bunny, I’m here for an introduction.” My soft tone is almost hard to hear even for me, but she doesn’t hesitate. She types something on her computer, then reaches her hand out. “Uhm, I don’t-”

“I need your coat, little rabbit,” she says, her fingers pointing to the fabric covering my body. “We have a pretty strict dress code, and that covering breaks it.”

“Oh.” I don’t know what else to say, so I shimmy out of the coat. Everything inside of me is begging that I cover up. The air isn’t chilly, probably because of the numerous bodies here, yet the unease in my stomach twists sharply like a knife. She yanks my hand closer to her, writing the number 71 on the top of my hand.

“Try not to wash that off if you can, that will be how you get your coat at the end of the night,” she informs me as she hangs the coat inside the closet. “Do you know who you are here to meet?”

“Uhm, I think his name was Henley? Henley Eryx?” Her face blanks with shock before she barks out a laugh.

“Honey, they are all trying to get in with that man,” she confesses, wiping the tears from her eyes. It takes her a moment to realize that I’m not joking. Brow raised in warning, and she shakes her head. “Shit, okay, well he isn’t here right now, but you can wait by the bar.” Her manicured nail unfurls from her fist as she points toward the bar. “There’s a two-drink maximum for safe play.”

“Oh, I don’t drink,” I admit, a hot blush covering my cheeks. I should have just outed myself as a virgin and kept it moving, it would have been less embarrassing. Well, no it wouldn’t, but in my head it sounds better.

She levels me with a stare, and I take that as my cue to walk away. Instead of going directly to the bar, I turn toward the left where I saw that guy with his head between her thighs. Only, he is standing tall as he uses the rope above her to swing her around. A silly smile is on her face as she gets brought back to him. Face first, her mouth drops wide as she audibly chokes on his penis. I hold the gasp in my throat when she swings off of him and does it again.

“Who’s my dirty whore?” He taunts her as his length disappears inside of her mouth. I have no idea where it could possibly go, but with the way her throat expands…

Maybe this was an awful idea.