Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

I rolled my eyes and then my filter obviously malfunctioned as I said,

“Yeah, gotcha. Don’t worry, damn fine actress over here, remember?”

He chewed the inside of his cheek and let out a “Baby,” like I’d wounded him.

He looked at me for a minute with pain in his eyes. I tried to soften my features so I wasn’t frowning or grimacing at him.

He reached up toward my face and I flinched.

Pain on his face intensified with my flinch.

His hand landed softly on my cheek in a caress.

He let out a slow breath, “f**k, baby, you’re killin’ me here,” then his hands were on my h**s as he eased me off his lap and then took my hand and headed toward the door.

I don’t know what he expected, really.

Did he expect me to act like nothing had happened last night?

He certainly wasn’t acting like nothing had happened.

He’d been giving me long stares, seemed like he was thinking about things he said before he said them, had been sort of acting like he was treading in uncharted territory with me.

We were both lost.

I didn’t know how to behave tonight. I wasn’t feeling like myself and this was uncharted territory.

I guessed I’d just try to blend in and observe and if he was sweet to me in public, I guess I’d try to behave like I was receptive.

We took a limo a short ride to a restaurant, riding in silence, and we were met by five other couples. I held his arm and was introduced to all of them including Ben and his wife Olive, they were probably late 30’s / early 40’s.

They both looked like accountants and I found it confounding that they were looking for help from ‘wise guys’ to fund a brothel and s*x fetish club.

Leo Denarda was probably in his 30’s (wearing a cheap-looking suit and too much jewelry) and his date, Heather, most definitely looked like a hooker.

She probably was one.

I was glad Azriel had me see Suzette today as she’d professionally styled me.

If I’d gotten ready myself, maybe I’d have been mistaken for an escort.

Among the other couples were a good-looking couple just a little older than Azriel and the others were anywhere from a bit older to quite a bit older.

The dinner consisted of fancy good food and plenty of small talk among the women at the table and talk of politics, current events, and sports among the men.

Azriel was pretty knowledgeable in all of those areas and it was interesting to see him in this element, a business type of thing.

I could see that it’d be very possible for him to be a traditional business man as men he met with could definitely see him that way.

This was in stark contrast to Leo Denarda who was pretty clearly a thug in a not-so-nice suit but by the way the guy handled himself I didn’t think an Armani would make a lot of a difference.

After the meal we were all taken together in a stretch SUV limo to see Blue Man Group.

We had great seats and the show was unique.

Comedic elements, great music.

I’d seen them on late night talk shows before and wasn’t sure what to make of them but I enjoyed the show a lot. My mind was never too far from my troubles but I think I was handling myself okay outwardly.

When it was all over, Azriel was about to hail us a cab but Ben and another of the men, a good-looking guy in probably his early to mid-30’s, John, I couldn’t recall if his wife’s name was Kathy or maybe Katie, I think, but her husband John just kept referring to her as Cupcake so I was thinking of her as Katie Cupcake.

They kind of reminded me a little of Posh Spice and David Beckham.

She showed me pictures of their cute kids, six of them, toddlers to tweens, and did a lot of fashion name dropping in conversation.

John nudged him and tried to talk him into attending the club whilst an uneasy feeling crept over me.

As John spoke to him, Azriel looked at me quizzically for a minute and then changed his mind and next thing I knew we were back in the SUV limo and headed with them: Ben and Olive, John and his wife Katie Cupcake or whatever, and Leo and that Heather woman.

The other couples that had been at dinner and the show had made their way back to their hotels or homes.

I was a little queasy at the idea of attending a strip joint and was very surprised that Katie Cupcake wasn’t being ushered back to her hotel instead of being here with us.

I tried to not let my anxiety show.

Azriel was rubbing his thumb across my knuckle rhythmically, maybe reassuringly.

In the limo the energy started to shift and suddenly Katie Cupcake took her wavy blonde hair down from her updo and licked her lips and then leaned into John and whispered something that was obviously very seductive.

A look passed between them that made me feel like a voyeur.

It was actually arousing to see them look at one another that way.

Azriel leaned into me and whispered into my ear, “You good?”

I nodded. He let go of my hand, kissed my earlobe, put his arm around me, and then his fingertips skated down my shoulder.

I noticed Olive’s eyes on us.

I smiled at her and trained my eyes on the window, watching the lights of Sin City pass by.

The club was dim with strobe lights, had a lot of thrumming bass that I felt in my chest, and looked pretty standard as far as I knew from what I knew about strip joints, which was limited to what I’d seen on TV and in the movies.

It was smoky and packed. Unsurprisingly enough.

We were ushered by a giant of a doorman dressed in a suit through the crowd, past the stage that was littered with poles and cages that all had scantily dressed females on, in, or attached, and down a back hallway and into a theater-like small arena with a stage that had a big screen on the back and heavy black curtains on either side.