I glanced around the room. My father held me in a commanding gaze. Luke's eyes were licentiously amused, and my mother wouldn't look at me.
"United?" I asked, but I had a sickening feeling I knew what he meant.
"Our financials have been subpoenaed," Luke said as he stood up from the settee. I thought he might be coming my way, so I took a nervous step backward, which caused him to chuckle. Instead, he walked to the mini bar and poured himself a drink.
"All of our financial records," my father clarified. "Both for Quarter Mine and our family personally."
"Macy," my mother said with pleading eyes. "We have to keep our stories straight. Otherwise, we could all be in very big trouble."
And that is when my eyes started to sting. I knew tears would be forthcoming, but I bit them back. There was no way in fuck I was going to let Luke see me cry. Not after holding it together for eleven years during our intermittent run-ins.
"You mean, you want to make sure I keep up the lie?" I sneered.
"Young lady," my father gritted out, and a quick peek at Luke and I had to control the shudder over the greasy, knowing look in his eyes. "You will do what's right by this family."
I bowed my head, took a deep breath, and whispered. "Of course I will."
I didn't look back as I turned around and walked out, Luke's mocking laugh following me out. I heard my mother hiss something at him, but then I shut it all out.
The tears were pouring by the time I hit the front door, and they haven't dried yet.
Why have I recounted this, Diary?
Because I'll keep the horrid secret from everyone but you and Mac. Your pages already hold the honest truth of what happened, and while I will work to protect this sham of a family, I can't protect myself from the hidden shame.
It's unfair of me to ask you to shoulder this burden, just as it's unfair to Mac. But there you have it. I'm a coward and can't do this alone. I had to at least get it out so someone would know that this isn't going to be easy on me. That everything I've done to keep myself from unraveling is now perilously close to dismantling.
I'm not sure I can handle it.
Sadly,
Macy
Chapter 14
It's ten after nine, and I'm convinced that Macy has bailed on me. Not that I'd be overly disappointed not to have to step foot inside this old, gothic mansion just over an hour away from the city in New Canaan, Connecticut. I've been patiently waiting on the front portico as I've watched limo after limo pull up and deposit wanton couples who are looking to get their rocks off with a public orgy or some shit.
Part turned on, part turned off, my apprehension is mounting. I have no clue if I can actually give this to her. The thought of immersing myself in a deviant culture of beautiful people who will be flashing cock and pussy all around for everyone to see is titillating no doubt. I could absolutely see me bringing a one-night stand to a place like this and busting a very happy nut while fucking her for all to see.
But I'm not sure I can reconcile doing this with Macy.
Who is chased by demons and uses sexual dominance and depravity to soothe her soul. I'm scared this will make things worse.
I'm scared even more that it could make things better for her.
I think she's going to bail because Mac told me Macy had cancelled on their plans together last night. Mac was bothered, I could tell. Said that Macy wanted to be alone, and I took that as some "code" between the two women that only they understood. It made me sick to my stomach imagining all the things that it could mean.
"You look good enough to eat," I hear from my left and turn to see Macy walking toward me. Her long legs are beautifully bare as she strides with surety. A shimmery gold, lame dress hugs her curves, rising indecently high with her breasts showcased in a plunging "V" that comes down below her sternum. It makes me want to stick my nose in her cleavage and bite at her skin.
I'm moderately underdressed compared to Macy. I chose a pair of charcoal-gray slacks with an open-necked black shirt, so I'm surprised when she tosses me a black, Lone Ranger-style mask made of silk. "Here you go, Kemosabe. For anonymity."
As she walks up the five granite steps toward me, she affixes a gold, sparkly mask over her own face, complete with white feathers along the edge. When she reaches the top step, she walks right up to me, rises on her tiptoes, and gives me an openmouthed kiss. Her tongue slips in; she gives a little growl, and just as quickly pulls away.
My cock immediately starts thickening with need for her.
"You ready?" she asks me, a challenging sparkle in her eye.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I tell her, and then bring the silk mask up to secure it to my face. I'm not sure how much of my identity it will conceal, but I promised I'd go in with her. I can't really worry about it now.
Macy laces her fingers within my own and leads me up to the massive wooden double doors, which are guarded by a woman in a black, silk suit and ivory blouse. She looks like a fucking attorney and holds a clipboard in her hand.
"Four-seven-seven-two," Macy says to her, and the woman runs a pen down the clipboard, coming to pause on a line.
"Password?" the woman asks.
"Saint," Macy says and shoots me a wink.
"Welcome to Voyeur," the lady says as she pushes open the door and motions us past her. "Enjoy your evening."
"We will," Macy murmurs and tugs on my hand so I follow her in.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't the lavishly appointed foyer filled with elegant people mingling in opulent masks and sipping at cocktails. Muted music plays in the background and murmured conversation echoes throughout the large room.
A few couples turn as we walk by them, eyes running up and down Macy and me... probably checking us out as potential fuck mates or maybe even thinking we could be competition. I'm not sure, but I particularly don't like the way the men look at the beautiful woman beside me.
Macy just nods at people, handing out brusque smiles, and leads us up to a bar where a statuesque Asian woman who is completely naked mixes drinks. My eyes flick to her breasts, which are small and pierced, and Macy gives my hand a squeeze. "She's lovely, isn't she?"
"She is," I agree, and I wonder briefly if Macy is perhaps gauging my interest in a three-way with another woman.
That's definitely something I could be down with, for sure. While the thought of another man touching Macy bothers me to the extreme, the thought of another woman running her mouth all over her greatly appeals to me and doesn't threaten my security for some reason.
Terrible double standard, I know, but there you have it.
"What would you like to drink?" Macy asks as we step up to the bar and the Asian woman gives us a smile.
"Just some club soda," I say as I look around in interest. I see several hallways leading off the foyer and wonder where all the orgy sex is. I sort of expected we'd just walk right into it when we entered.
"Two club sodas," Macy says, and then turns to me. "No alcohol for you? I thought you might want to loosen up a little. You look absolutely uncomfortable here."
"I don't want my judgment impaired," I tell her honestly, and she nods at me in understanding.
"I don't want my senses dulled," she says sexily as she places a hand on my hip. "I want to feel everything."
"So, where's all the sex?" I ask as the bartender sets two glasses of iced club soda before us with twists of lime.
Macy hands a glass to me before taking her own. "Each of the hallways contain rooms where people ca
n engage in various acts."
"And you know this how?" I ask curiously, and then take a sip of my drink.
"I got an email from the manager here when I made reservations. It contained an informational brochure. There are group rooms where you can engage in public sex. Other rooms where you can partner up with other swingers. Some rooms where you can just observe. They have security in each room to make sure things stay safe, which is something I appreciate."
"I won't let anything bad happen to you," I assure her, and I'm rewarded with a sweet smile and a kiss to my lower jaw.
"I know you won't," she says before taking a sip of her drink. "Want to just walk around a bit and check things out?"
"Sure," I say in what I hope is a casual voice, although I'm vibrating on this weird frequency level that borders between lust and abhorrence. I'm turned on yet still fearful of what may be coming our way.
"Relax, Saint Cal," Macy teases me but it's without malice. "We can leave any time you want."
I give her a nod and place my unfinished club soda on the bar. Macy does the same, and then I place my hand on her lower back, turning her toward the closest hallway toward us.
I'm determined.
I'm going to make sure Macy gets off tonight, regardless of what my reservations are. I'm not sure what my limits will be, but I know, without a doubt, I'm going to give Macy want she wants tonight.
Because deep down... I just sense... she needs this.
The hall is long and dimly lit with gas sconces on the walls that cast flickering shadows along the way. We quickly find out that each room we come upon has a built-in glass window beside the door, allowing wide-open viewing of what's going on inside.
The first window we come upon, a group of about six stand in front of it, calmly sipping champagne while they watch the show. There's not enough room for us, so we give a look as we walk by, and I'm not surprised to see a room filled with various couples and threesomes having sex. There's scattered furniture... a few large beds, couches, and some padded benches. Every surface is filled with naked, writhing limbs, and I feel the first touch of true lust starting to spark within me.
We pass by two more windows but do nothing more than glance in, even though there's plenty of space to stand and gawk. I notice a small light over each door, some green, and others red.