beautiful. There was a sour taste in my mouth. As I backed away from her to head to the balcony for a smoke her expression and posture both dropped.
** ** **
In the banquet room I’d been invited to that night there was a table for 12 that was up on a platform three steps up. I didn’t know what sordid events were to take place but the whole thing set my teeth on edge. Felicia was on my arm in a little black strapless short cocktail dress and blue strapped high heels, toes and fingernails painted metallic blue and her hair pinned up with curly tendrils cascading down. When we arrived I saw that we were the last to arrive and that between each chair was a cushion. Most of the guests had a woman on her knees on the cushion beside them. One had a man as his slave. I fought back the rising rancid disgust in my gut at the entire scene.
Their cushions matched their collar colors. Some had leashes attached to their collars. Every one of them wore a collar of some sort. As I approached it Felicia let go of my arm and let me step ahead and she went right to her knees on the satin royal blue pillow beside my chair, which was at the foot of the table. It was going to take a lot to hold my attitude in check tonight.
Gan Chen rose from the head of the table.
“Welcome guests. Everyone, this is Dario, son of Tom, our dear departed friend and partner. This dinner is in honor of the loss of Tom.”
I clenched my teeth.
Everyone expressed welcomes and I got introductions. A few that sat close by offered their condolences for my loss. I hadn’t known the tone of the evening when invited to this dinner but what Chen said next gave me a sense of relief.
“In light of the occasion this will be a standard meal. We’re serving all of Tom’s favorites. For anyone looking for play, there will be play in the Townsend room after dessert, also in honor of Tom.”
I looked down to Felicia. She was kneeling on the cushion, face pure and sweet like an angel, her expression blank, revealing nothing about what she was thinking.
Thankfully the meal was fairly uneventful. I had no idea if sex would happen in the room, if the servers would be nude. I had no clue at all what to expect but it was a lot like a formal business dinner like dozens I’d sat through at tables with people I didn’t like but with a big exception; slaves at the feet of the businessmen. Two of the men at the table were partners, then there was Gan Chen, Rafe Ruiz, and several other club members. I had to follow suit and feed her from my fingers like the others. She accepted food graciously from my fingers without looking up at me. I made sure she ate more than I did. I noticed the other “masters” were not nearly as generous with their slaves. I was anxious to get back to the room. I got through the meal as best as I could, trying to be cordial but there were conversations that took place in there that had turned my brain upside down. And a few stories were told about my Pop and things that had gone on while he was here that made me feel absolute disgust.
One older guy, probably around 60, who was seated to my left, had looked down at Felicia with lust in his eyes and said, loud enough for the entire room to hear, “Sad to see her go. You’ll be very happy, son. Very.” He’d licked his lips but I cocked a brow at him in challenge and then he went red-faced. He’d had her. He’d fucked her and he was staring at what he wouldn’t have again with lust in his eyes. All of it was a true test of self-control for me.
I’d have liked nothing better than to put bullets in the skulls of every single motherfucking scumbag in that room, him first. I looked around. Every eye in the room that wasn’t the eye of a slave was on me and I suspected every eye in that room’d had her. I clenched my teeth and Chen and Ruiz both seemed to read my body language. Ruiz whispered in his boss’s ear and that’s when Gan Chen had ended things.
Ruiz’d probably told him I was
** ** **
In the banquet room I’d been invited to that night there was a table for 12 that was up on a platform three steps up. I didn’t know what sordid events were to take place but the whole thing set my teeth on edge. Felicia was on my arm in a little black strapless short cocktail dress and blue strapped high heels, toes and fingernails painted metallic blue and her hair pinned up with curly tendrils cascading down. When we arrived I saw that we were the last to arrive and that between each chair was a cushion. Most of the guests had a woman on her knees on the cushion beside them. One had a man as his slave. I fought back the rising rancid disgust in my gut at the entire scene.
Their cushions matched their collar colors. Some had leashes attached to their collars. Every one of them wore a collar of some sort. As I approached it Felicia let go of my arm and let me step ahead and she went right to her knees on the satin royal blue pillow beside my chair, which was at the foot of the table. It was going to take a lot to hold my attitude in check tonight.
Gan Chen rose from the head of the table.
“Welcome guests. Everyone, this is Dario, son of Tom, our dear departed friend and partner. This dinner is in honor of the loss of Tom.”
I clenched my teeth.
Everyone expressed welcomes and I got introductions. A few that sat close by offered their condolences for my loss. I hadn’t known the tone of the evening when invited to this dinner but what Chen said next gave me a sense of relief.
“In light of the occasion this will be a standard meal. We’re serving all of Tom’s favorites. For anyone looking for play, there will be play in the Townsend room after dessert, also in honor of Tom.”
I looked down to Felicia. She was kneeling on the cushion, face pure and sweet like an angel, her expression blank, revealing nothing about what she was thinking.
Thankfully the meal was fairly uneventful. I had no idea if sex would happen in the room, if the servers would be nude. I had no clue at all what to expect but it was a lot like a formal business dinner like dozens I’d sat through at tables with people I didn’t like but with a big exception; slaves at the feet of the businessmen. Two of the men at the table were partners, then there was Gan Chen, Rafe Ruiz, and several other club members. I had to follow suit and feed her from my fingers like the others. She accepted food graciously from my fingers without looking up at me. I made sure she ate more than I did. I noticed the other “masters” were not nearly as generous with their slaves. I was anxious to get back to the room. I got through the meal as best as I could, trying to be cordial but there were conversations that took place in there that had turned my brain upside down. And a few stories were told about my Pop and things that had gone on while he was here that made me feel absolute disgust.
One older guy, probably around 60, who was seated to my left, had looked down at Felicia with lust in his eyes and said, loud enough for the entire room to hear, “Sad to see her go. You’ll be very happy, son. Very.” He’d licked his lips but I cocked a brow at him in challenge and then he went red-faced. He’d had her. He’d fucked her and he was staring at what he wouldn’t have again with lust in his eyes. All of it was a true test of self-control for me.
I’d have liked nothing better than to put bullets in the skulls of every single motherfucking scumbag in that room, him first. I looked around. Every eye in the room that wasn’t the eye of a slave was on me and I suspected every eye in that room’d had her. I clenched my teeth and Chen and Ruiz both seemed to read my body language. Ruiz whispered in his boss’s ear and that’s when Gan Chen had ended things.
Ruiz’d probably told him I was
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