Epilogue
Bellamy fidgeted nervously under Vesper’s arm as they approached the golden doors of the Downstairs, the chain hanging loosely from Vesper’s hand. They’d never come in together before. Not properly, as clients, at least. Before Vesper pushed open the door, she squeezed Bellamy’s shoulder.
“You good? Sure you still want this?”
Bellamy swallowed and squared her shoulders. “I still owe you,” her voice wavered. It had been almost a year since Bellamy had threatened to fuck Mazz. Vesper had honestly forgotten all about it until Bel brought it back up after Vesper had come home from an overnight mission with Mazz.
Vesper had actually been able to help the group Mazz worked with full time; they successfully cut all communications from their Embunuh branch to the rest of the organization in addition to terminating all existing contracts in the district.
Cedar had—much to Bellamy’s chagrin—been instrumental in getting things taken care of so quickly.
Only a few loose ends to tie up, and they’d be able to focus on the next collapsing branch
After that, who knew. Mazz had mentioned a few weeks ago that the Junuhara branch was close to falling and that they could use a hand. Vesper wasn’t sure how thrilled Bel would be about that though. It’d mean she’d be gone for weeks at a time.
While Vesper was off with Mazz, Bel had integrated well into her family’s company, making surprisingly good money for an Energy Designer, which was a relief because Vesper’s stipend was shit.
Turns out working for a secret group, which doesn’t officially exist, does not pay well.
Thankfully, they’d still been able to pay off Bel’s debt.
Which meant Bel could finally make good on her promise to “get Vesper back for the whores”.
Bellamy took a steadying breath and opened the door, entering the Downstairs for her first time as a client—made obvious by the sexy little dress she’d put on before they left. Just see-through enough that the lingerie set was visible underneath. Vesper almost hadn’t let them leave the apartment.
One of the girls—one Vesper hadn’t met yet—stepped away from the group huddled in the foyer. Her eyes were on the chain in Vesper’s hand, but Sash grabbed her arm, stopping her.
“We don’t approach V if she’s got her girl,” she whispered. Vesper had to bite her tongue to stop from laughing. Bellamy tensed under her grip and she clutched the chain a little tighter, just in case.
“Hey, Sash,” Vesper said casually, an amused smile playing on her lips. Sash’s eyes widened, and she shook her head minutely, darting a glance at Bellamy. “Mazz around?” Sash nodded and Vesper raised an eyebrow. “She busy?”
Sash cleared her throat. “Um, back room.”
“Thanks.” Vesper nodded, leading Bellamy to the back room. She knocked gently on the door. Mazz quickly smothered her surprised expression upon seeing the two of them there so soon.
“Cypress is out with friends, and you don’t have another mission yet,” she said, clearly not having seen Bel’s outfit yet.
“We’re here for an unrelated reason," Vesper said with a smirk, jingling the chain loosely.
Mazz finally took in Bel’s dress, attention lingering too long. A slow smile spread over her face, and she gestured them inside and closed the door behind them. “Another type of business then.”
“We wanted to thank you, for all your help,” Vesper said, sitting in the same plush leather chair she always did.
She pulled Bellamy onto her lap. Bel hadn’t said a word yet.
Vesper couldn’t tell if she was nervous, excited, or maybe angry about Sash’s comment.
She wrapped her arms around Bellamy’s midsection and pulled her closer, resting her chin on Bellamy’s shoulder.
Mazz raised a delicate eyebrow, leaning against the front of her desk. “And how do you want to do that?”
“How much would it cost for me to instruct Bel on how to fuck you?”
Mazz’s lip twitched briefly upward, and she tapped a dainty finger on her full bottom lip. “Depends,” she said innocently. “On if you’ll be participating, or just watching.”
“She will not touch you,” Bellamy interjected, snapping the words at Mazz, who frowned and gave her a slow once over.
“But she’ll touch you, I assume.” Vesper nodded and Mazz continued. “And you won’t,” she paused, lips pursed and staring hard at Bellamy. “You won’t try to kill me again?”
Vesper snickered, and Bellamy shot her a glare over her shoulder. Vesper jingled the chain connected to Bel’s collar, which she still had a tight hold on.
“I’ll keep her in check.”
Mazz thought for a second then shrugged and said, “Two thousand for the hour.”
Vesper frowned. She’d expected it to cost more since there were two of them, but she wasn’t about to complain.
She took out the notes she’d stashed in her pocket and handed them to Bellamy, letting her count and pass over the correct amount for Mazz to verify.
Satisfied, Mazz stuffed the notes into her safe and led them to a room a few doors down the hallway.
A few of the girls lingering about near the door gave them odd looks before rushing off to, Vesper assumed, gossip.
Mazz snickered. “They’re jealous.”
“Sure they are,” Vesper laughed, placing a hand on Bellamy’s lower back and encouraging her through the door after Mazz.
She dragged a chair over in front of the bed and nodded when Bel shot her a nervous glance.
Mazz gently took her hand and led her over, stopping just a little to the side of Vesper’s chair.
Mazz settled on the bed, on her knees, and reached for Bellamy’s chain only for a wide-eyed Bel to smack her hand away.
Mazz froze and looked to Vesper, who chuckled. “Sorry, Mazz. That one is for me only.” She gave her an apologetic smile and Mazz raised her hands, sitting back on her feet.
“What are we doing then, V?”
“Exactly what I say,” Vesper answered with a wicked smile. “Bel, take her clothes off, nice and slow.”
Bellamy angled their bodies so she could watch Vesper better while she slowly pulled Mazz’s skimpy little almost-see-through top over her head.
Bellamy paused, looking again to Vesper, before unclasping her bra.
Vesper nodded, shoving her hands under her thighs and trying to wait patiently. She had told Bel to go slow after all.
When Mazz’s large, plump breasts were revealed, Bellamy didn’t even look.
She didn’t let her hands wander, just moved to focus on Mazz’s tiny shorts, undoing the button and pulling them down—half her attention on Vesper the whole time.
Bellamy hooked her fingers under the hem of Mazz’s thin thong and, again, waited for Vesper’s approval.
“You don’t need my permission to keep going,” Vesper said, her voice low, the anticipation building.
Bellamy glanced at Mazz then back at Vesper. “Seriously?” she hissed. “You’re just gonna let me fuck her right in front of you?”
Vesper’s brows knitted, observing Bellamy’s tense posture and shaking hands. “Isn’t that what we agreed on?”
Mazz, for her part, stayed stock still, eyes wide and darting between the two of them. No doubt remembering the last time Bellamy had gotten upset with her.
“Aren’t you jealous?” Bellamy spat, anger roiling off her.
“Should I be?” Vesper asked, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees—ready to grab Bel’s chain if she needed to.
Bellamy huffed, turning her back on Vesper and all but ripping Mazz’s thong off unceremoniously.
She gripped Mazz’s thighs hard and shoved her legs apart, ready to dive right into it.
Vesper knew it was coming. She already had the chain in her hands, yanking Bellamy back before she could do anything.
“Do you want me to be jealous, Bel?” Vesper asked, keeping her focus on Bel’s slumped shoulders, her submissive position, with her hands behind her back and her head down.
“No,” Bellamy snapped.
“Good,” Vesper said darkly. “On your knees.”
The bed was the perfect height for Bellamy to kneel and still have access to Mazz, who she now turned her attention to.
Mazz was eyeing Bellamy like she might strike at any second.
Vesper couldn’t blame her—Bel was a loose cannon when she was pissed.
Fortunately, Vesper knew exactly how to handle a pissed off Bellamy. She’d had years of practice after all.
“You good, Mazz?”
Mazz looked between Vesper, her hand, and Bellamy, before nodding.
“Do you still want to continue, Bellamy?”
Bellamy huffed and nodded, refusing to lift her head or look at Vesper or Mazz.
“Bel,” Vesper said, a warning in her tone. “Your words.”
“Yes, I still want to continue,” Bellamy ground out, her hands clenched into tight fists. But she remained in her position as Vesper knew she would until released.
“Good, then you may continue. But go slow.” Vesper smirked then, looking at Mazz who narrowed her eyes at the expression. “Her nipples are sensitive, start there.”
Taking the words for the permission they were, Bellamy slowly ran her hands up Mazz’s thighs, lightly trailing fingers over her stomach until she reached her chest. Mazz’s breasts spilled over Bellamy’s hands as she gently massaged them, swiping her thumbs over each nipple.
Mazz’s breathing hitched, and she let out an exaggerated moan, tipping her head back.
“Use your mouth too. Don’t be shy,” Vesper murmured. Bel knew the words weren’t a suggestion.
Mazz let out another moan when Bellamy pulled a nipple into her mouth, teasing between her teeth. She glanced at Vesper, her hands raised and hovering over Bel’s shoulders. Vesper nodded, clenching her jaw when Mazz delicately grasped Bellamy’s tensed arms. Bel froze immediately on contact.
“Relax, Bel,” Vesper cajoled, tightening her grip on the chain but not pulling it—yet.