Chapter 3

The white thong she held up to me looked unbearably uncomfortable.

"And the bra?" I asked. "There's no bra in the set," I stated, incredulous.

"Oh, you'll go without."

My eyes widened. My gaze shot to Graham. He gave me a reassuring smile.

"So I'm to wear just a scrap of underwear and walk around topless?"

"Non, you're to wear this over your body."

She handed me a flimsy blue floor-length gown. It was diaphanous. Practically transparent.

I sucked in a breath, and hardened my resolve to get through this and get it over with. Holding the gown and thong, I trodded over to the restroom to put it on.

Coming out, Graham took me in impersonally and whistled, saying, "Perfect." The room was empty now, all the girls having gone on to the stage moments ago.

Graham exited the room, stating he'll come get me when Daurelle, the older woman, was done with me. Daurelle proceeded to do my makeup after he left.

Tampering with my hair, she looked at me through the mirror and sighed, "Aren't you just a beautiful little thing. I doubt Monsieur Vitale would be contented with just one night with you."

Growing uncomfortable, I asked, "So I'm to sleep with him as well?"

"Yes. Graham didn't mention this to you?"

Perhaps he didn't because he thought I'd balk if he did, if that was so; then he'd had every reason to be afraid. I was currently shitting myself. Blinking rapidly, I tried to dispel the pangs of anxiety shooting through me. I could do this. I could do this. It was just one night, right? We wouldn't have to see each other again.

Daurelle styled my hair into an elegant updo, stating that I had only to pull out a pin on top to let my hair fall down my back. The Monsieur would like that very much, she'd said. My make up was perfect. My dress sinuous.

The peeks of my n*pples were fairly straining through the dress, my ar*olas visible.

"Parfait," the woman said quietly, standing back to appraise me.

Graham came in at that moment. It was time.

He didn't give my dress a second thought, and I greatly appreciated that. He held out his hand for me to take, I took it, steeling my resolve.

The decor of the hallways we passed through was warm and sophisticated, pictures depicting expert works of art hung on wide, beige toned walls. Crystal chandeliers glittered down the high ceilings, lighting our path. A few waitresses were out here, most of them carrying ice buckets and drinks from one room to another.

The few people in the hall we passed by stopped and stared. At me. They looked at me as if I were some kind of goddess. Growing uncomfortable by their stares, I stuck closer to Graham. He looked down at me, "We're almost there, sugar."

I swallowed.

My eyes had the misfortune of catching sight of a man thrusting into his partner in a shadowy alcove, he stopped suddenly and locked his gaze on me. To my shock, his pace increased, ramming into his partner while he drank me in. I sharply looked away.

We took a staircase and came across a wide, red carpeted hall. He led me towards a room on the left. He knocked on the door thrice and the voice that came through the room had involuntary shivers rushing down my spine. Deep, smooth, cultured. "Come in."

Graham turned to me, mild tension etched on his features. "Now this is where I leave you. Give him the best night of his life, Alta, that way your payment would increase. Okay?"

I nodded.

He nodded, too. Then left me.

Opening the door, I stepped into the large, dimly lit room. A slow song I didn't recognise was playing, its undertones breathy and sensual. A wine rack stood off to the side, as did a shelf with various pleasure gadgets; dildos, vibrators, and a variety of straps and ball gags. Perspiration beaded my forehead.

A large bed stood a distance beside a raised platform. A single pole rose to the ceiling from it. I faced it, my apprehension starting to melt away and being replaced by determination. I would give this billionaire the night of his life.

As if my thoughts drew his attention, the sound of a throat clearing reached my ears.

"I'm guessing you're the woman who's to warm my bed tonight?" That slow, accented baritone wafted through my ears, making my body clench in places.

"No," I said without thinking. "I'm the woman who's to give you the most unforgettable moment of your life."

I felt, more than saw, a black brow rise a fraction. "You have a lot of work cut out for you then, because the day I was brought into this world is by far my best moment."

"Oh?" I asked, slowly walking up to the raised platform. He sat on a wide sofa, his muscular arms splayed on their plush backs. Grey eyes followed my every moment raptly. "You were just a baby then, barely aware of anything in the world. Barely knew the meaning of pleasure. Raw... Unfiltered... Pleasure." I raised a leg high on the pole, the cursed gown parting to reveal a great deal of my thighs. His nostrils flared.

Feeling empowered by his reaction, I contemplated pulling out the pin to let my hair down as Daurelle had suggested; but I decided against it. I'd save that for later.

My mind was a riot of moves and steps from the dancers I'd seen on the ground floor. Contemplating the next step to take, I shook my hips seductively. I hoped it was, seductive, I mean; because right now I didn't really feel it. turning around slowly, I bent downwards. A sharp breath sounded behind me. A split ran up the back of the dress, so I knew my white thong and butt cheeks were fully on display.

Behind me his voice sounded indifferent. "Is that all you've got?"

Surprise and irritation sprang into me, and I shot upright. "As a matter of of fact; it's not," I said and proceeded to straddle the pole and swing around it. Tightening my hands on the thin pole, I threw my legs rather unattractively around it. Then made to swing. The worst happened.

I fell.

Face first.