CHAPTER 56: The Virgin’s Choices, Part 3
The moment is a long one...
...Until... “Master, um, Michael’s right. A body can only stand so much. Could you please take out that vibrator…”
Both men laugh, and my Master, withdrawing, slaps my butt again as he stands.
“Now,” he says. “We’re on vacation. Time to eat, I think. Where shall we go to celebrate?”
The following morning, I wake, blinking open, to find my Master watching me, soft-eyed, head propped on a hand on the pillow beside me. He says nothing, but winds a lock of my hair around a finger then traces the outline of my lips with the finger.
He kisses me, very softly, his lips barely touching mine, and I glow inside.
The silence is broken by a groan; Michael’s voice.
“Ah fuck! What are you doing to me Charlotte? I’ve woken up again with a fucking hard-on. The fucking thing’s levering me off the fucking bed.”
I crease up with laughter, then lie back, spreading my legs. “Climb on board, Michael. Get it out of your system.”
“I thought,” says my Master, “that since this is to be our last night in the city for a while, we might go to the club. How do you feel about that Charlotte?”
The last time my Master suggested this, at first, I went into a blue funk at the mere idea. I’ll not be doing that again.
“Sounds good to me, Master.”
“Michael?”
My blond-haired lover just grins in reply.
My Master claps his hands, rubbing them together. “Good. We’re agreed. Charlotte, is there, um, anything particular, you would like to do there?”
“Well, it’s just going to be the three of us for a few weeks, isn’t it? We can relax and enjoy being with each other. I think for this evening, I’d like something... intense…”
My Master raises an eyebrow. “That’s an… interesting… choice of word. Intense?”
“Yes Master, intense.”
He and Michael lock eyes for a moment. Michael spreads his hands in a kind of ‘Well what can you do?’ gesture.
“Very well Charlotte. Intense it is.”
We step into the hub-bub of the club, the three of us, Michael and my Master flanking me, either side. I am wearing the gorgeous dress they bought me for the last time we visited, and I luxuriate in the feminine sway and sparkle of the beautiful fabric. It shimmers like black diamonds in the evening lighting. Haltered at the neck, gathered below my breasts, it is held in place by a mere two buttons at the back of the halter.
Faces turn as we enter, calling ‘Hellos’ to my Master and Michael, and this time to me. I am recognised now. Groups invite us to join them. We make small talk, exchange pleasantries and move on.
Michael becomes somehow separated, drawn for conversation into another knot of people. He draws the eye, does my Golden Lover, and I see women, and some men, eyeing him speculatively.
My Master speaks quietly by my ear. “He has never had any problems getting partners Charlotte. But he wants you.”
Then he steers me to the bar, ordering me a large drink. “Um, I’m not sure I want another drink, Master. I’ve already had quite a lot.”
He glances sideways at me. “You asked for ‘intense’. You’re going to get it. I suggest you have the extra drink.”
Stomach fluttering, I gulp down a heady cocktail, wondering what my Master has planned.
Be careful what you wish for...
My Master mutters to me, eye-pointing across the room. “I think Michael would like to be rescued. Marcie is trying to get her claws into him.”
Through a tangle of people, Michael is looking imploringly in my direction. Marcie, whom I have previously met, and disliked immediately, is pressing up close to him. Backing away from her, he is clearly trying to be polite, but she has him cornered between the bar and an overly large potted palm.
“He doesn’t like her?”
“No more than I do. Go on, give him some moral support.”
Unexpectedly, I find my hackles rising. Is it because already, I don’t care for Marcie? Because Michael doesn’t? Or, I try to analyse my feelings, is it because another woman is making a move on Michael?
Michael is mine…
Relief washes over his face as he sees me approach, giving him an excuse to look in another direction and to slide out from his trap between the bar and this brash woman.
As he breaks loose, her head swings in my direction, her expression briefly sour as she sees me, but then a saccharine smile washes over her features. Marcie should be pretty, but her unsubtle deviousness robs her of all charm.
“Oh, hello Charlotte. How nice to meet you again. We were all so concerned when you had to be carried out last time.”
“I was fine, Marcie, thank you. It was my first time here, and I just got over-excited.” Taking Michael’s arm, I pull him in close...
Marking my territory?
A stranger joins us.
I don’t know him, but his manner says he is with Marcie. “So, you’re the famous Charlotte. I’ve been dying to meet you. Anyone who can keep Michael and James on their toes must be worth knowing.”
His implication is obvious, but he makes my skin crawl.
“Why don’t you and Michael, or the three of you, join us?” he invites, gesturing towards a darkened room.
“Thanks, Steve, but we already have plans for this evening,” says Michael.
Thank God.
It occurs to me that I do not want my ‘intense’ experience to be with these two.
Michael gives my arm a surreptitious squeeze, drawing me in my Master’s direction. Across the room, he is watching us carefully.
“Aw, c’mon,” says Marcie, pawing at Michael. “It’ll be fun.”
He politely steps back from her again, taking me with him. But the two follow us, crowding our space.
‘Steve’ strokes my arm and I flinch. “I’d certainly like to get to know you better, Charlotte.”
“Yes, Charlotte. We all want to know what it is you do, that keeps these two hooked…”
Who does this bitch think she is?