Chapter 2 #12
I crept out the door silently wondering if he had slept through my getting dressed as I assumed or if he was simply pretending so that he didn’t have to do the normal morning after ritual that I’m sure so many people encountered when they were done playing.
Unlike many of the people who’d gotten together at the club, this level didn’t have a checkout time.
Members could stay until three in the afternoon.
It was so that the staff had enough time to turn the rooms over for the next night.
I closed the door as softly as I could so that I wasn’t at risk of him running after me.
Those types of dramatics were the stuff of whimsical, na?ve young women who loved grand gestures.
I knew better than to expect something so grandiose from a man I didn’t even know.
So why does your heart feel a certain way?
I frowned at my inner voice wondering why she’d been silent all night.
Probably because I’d been busy having orgasms and it shut her right up.
“You had your fun?”
I jumped as I neared the elevator and a voice so clearly filled with disdain stopped me in my tracks.
I hadn’t been paying attention because I was so wrapped up in the memories of the night before.
It was Wilbur, the scowl he wore on his face evident even with the eye mask he wore.
In the bright light of the hallway, I could see more details of his features and saw that he was older than I’d originally thought and his hair was lighter brown than I’d assumed.
“Excuse me?”
I had to remember to drop my normal accent in exchange for the American one I adopted while I was here.
It flashed in my brain that the man I’d just left had heard my accent slip and despite my mask I wondered if he would be able to trace me.
He gave off an air of quiet confidence and an untold capacity for getting what he wanted.
You really want him to want you, don’t you?
Wilbur took a step closer drawing me out of my thoughts.
I was immediately on the defensive watching what he was going to do.
The elevator car hadn’t arrived because I hadn’t been able to scan my key card to call it.
I wasn’t worried about my safety since I knew this place was heavily monitored and if he tried anything I wouldn’t be in danger for long.
But I would never rely on someone else for my own protection.
His cheeks were red beneath the mask he’d obviously slept in and his rumpled clothes showed he’d been here all night. Whether he was waiting for me or not was unclear.
“You went into that room with him and stayed. For hours. I’ve never so much as gotten to see your face without your mask but you’ve gone into a room and done God only knows what with a stranger?”
My frown deepened because he knew the rules, and they were clearly stated. Having expectations of someone that weren’t mutually agreed upon was breaking rule number one of the club. Why he felt the need to approach me as though I were beholden to him was rubbing me the wrong way.
“And how would that be any of your business is my first question?”
“Because we were supposed to be building toward something. The money I’ve spent—”
“Was at your own discretion and I’ve told you plenty of times I don’t care about it.
You wanted to throw it around thinking it would impress like it did for so many others before me, but I don’t operate that way.
It’s not at all what matters to me but a man who is only a one-trick pony, his trick being a trick, will always see women from the same lens.
Misogyny will have you thinking I can be purchased with your money while simultaneously making you loathe me for accepting the only part of you that you’ve offered.
Hating women really doesn’t earn men much does it, Wilbur? ”
He grabbed my arm the outward manifestation of his impotence in our situation. He couldn’t convince me without brute force and all the goodwill the stranger and his ladder had gained withered and died instantly.
“I’m not about—”
“Kindly release my arm or suffer the consequences.” I wasn’t sure who was nearby and it frankly didn’t matter. I’d learned early that taking care of myself was a responsibility I wouldn’t ever outsource again because people were quick to let you down.
Instead of doing as I requested, he gripped my arm tighter and I could see the triumphant gleam in his light brown eyes. Instead of fear staring back at him from mine, he could see the passive indifference I felt for the highhandedness of his actions.
“Are you done with your brutishness or is there more to come? I’m ready to go home.” I yawned conveying how bored with this conversation I was.
“You can come in this room and we can—”
My knife was at his throat before he could finish whatever request he was going to make of me.
Someone having me in a confined space wasn’t going to happen again.
That thing with the Samoan superhero I just climbed off of was a one-off.
His point had been proven and mine would be when he woke up alone.
I might indeed enjoy the physical pleasure of an actual phallus, but the humans they were attached to were still not something I desired a permanent attachment to.
His ego would be properly recalibrated because although he physically got what he wanted, and I did too let’s be honest, he didn’t get a part of me that other people hadn’t had.
I could tell that the Samoan was someone who was easily frustrated by many things and despite his gentleness I wasn’t about to see what fully triggered him.
I would happily be gone and play out a narrative in mind during one of my flights of fancy about him fighting the air waking up solo.
Already planning to dream about him are you?
“Now, let’s see where we were. Oh, yes, I was leaving.
You were going on about some pish posh and I told you I didn’t care to hear it.
You, Wilbur, stinky little pig, decided that I needed to heed you.
Now you have a knife at your throat and no one to save you from my wrath should I decide to enforce your well-earned punishment. Now, pig, tell me what you’ve learned?”
“Is this some kind of joke?”
I almost wanted to laugh at the scent that filled my nostrils as his eyes widened.
“No joke although I think I will laugh when I get home at the idea of you pissin’ yourself in this corridor.
Now, I need to be on my way because, as you observed I’ve had a strenuous night.
A good sitz bath is definitely in order.
You sir, will never see me again. If I’m wrong and you do, you didn’t.
Because the moment you think to ever approach me even if it’s about that fifteen million dollars you’ve gifted me, I will ruin your life.
And that’s not blackmail it’s a promise.
No one wants to do business with a man who can’t even get fucked by a woman he’s paid an exorbitant amount of money to.
You wouldn’t want any of your business friends to see your abject failures in procuring someone like me for your bedroom now would you? ”
His eyes widened as I hinted at knowing who he was. I was sure that he didn’t think I’d have the resources but I wasn’t stupid enough to get involved in this game without knowing the players.
As if fifteen million dollars could buy me.
“No.”
“No, of course not. Men can be judgmental little beasts can’t they? Why ruin a promising future for something you were never going to have anyway.”
He swallowed hard his breathing kicking up as he watched the hand that held the knife. “I promise—”
“Oh, your word means nothing, Wilbur. I know more about you than you could ever imagine, Robert.” I used his real name and his eyes bucked out of his head. “Exactly. Now scurry along back to your pen so I can be on my way.”
My voice was filled with every ounce of disdain I held for men and this man in general.
The audacity to think I could be colonized financially, as though he didn’t understand what the arrangement was.
It just went to show that men would always find a way to disappoint you, no matter how good they seemed.
My eyes flickered briefly to the closed door I’d exited and I battled my mind from thinking any more of him than I did of the others.
Wilbur’s embarrassment had him going back into another of the rooms that he’d obviously been waiting in for me to emerge from the Samoan’s. I happily pressed the button for the elevator chastising myself for letting my guard down.
“You get fucked one good time, Mira, and you let your guard down. Let’s not do that again, shall we?”
I shook my head and stepped into the elevator, leaving this experiment behind.