Taken By The Beast (The Forbidden Fun)

3

Bridget

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I stash my purse in my locker and double check my makeup in the mirror in the break room. No one wants a makeup consultant who can’t take care of her own face, so it’s very important to look polished and yet professional too. Hmm, nice. My eyebrows are a delicate arched shape, the pink lipstick I have on is glossy and fresh, and there’s a sparkle to my eye.

But as I walk out onto the floor, I know the sparkle’s not just any sparkle. Instead, I’ve been floating on clouds since the event out in the field, and haven’t been able think of anything else since.

Marcy grins when she sees me waltz up to the counter.

“How are you, girl? It feels like I haven’t seen you for ages.”

I lean in for an air kiss and then wince slightly. My pussy and ass are sore, but of course, this isn’t the time to expound on why.

“I know, right? How have you been?”

My friend lowers her voice, looking around secretively.

“Totally amazing. Those guys can go for days, literally. I don’t know how they have the stamina because I seriously didn’t think I was going to be able to walk afterwards.”

I nod.

“Me neither,” is my blissful sigh. “It was sooo good.”

Marcy giggles and then flashes me a knowing look.

“So, what did you end up doing? You were alone when I left you. Sorry about that by the way, that man in the goat mask just came out of nowhere! But I’m sure you found someone hot.”

I nod secretively.

“Yeah, but every guy at Sanctum is hot,” I giggle.

“And hopefully we’ll get to try every one of them!” Marcy adds.

We both try to muffle our giggles because we’re practically exploding with laughter now. But that’s the great part about Sanctum. They encourage women to be open with their bodies and no one’s ever branded a “slut” or a “whore,” unless they want to be. As a result, we’re free to sleep with as many guys as we like, and it’s an amazing experience. After another bout of giggles, Marcy finally calms down a bit.

“Seriously though, girlfriend. I want to hear everything. We’re the kiss and tell type, remember?”

I sigh as a secret smile crosses my face.

“You’re right, we are. Basically, I met this one guy shortly after you went off with goat man, and he was amazing. Tall, gorgeous, and sooo dirty too. Girl, you wouldn’t believe what we did.”

Marcy’s jaw drops open.

“No, tell me, tell me!” she squeals.

“Well basically, I was at the bubbly cauldron, and let’s just say we got him his own cauldron to come in. Although I don’t know why we did because he just ended spraying it all over me instead!”

My friend nods fervently then.

“And did you get his name?”

I nod.

“Todd, but that’s it. You know how these things are. The Bacchanal is mostly anonymous because it’s supposed to be this no-holds-barred soiree. I’m surprised I even got his first name, to be honest.”

My friend nods and continues.

“So you stayed with Todd the entire time? Or did you see other men?”

I shrug.

“I was with Todd. He had a suite in the mansion, so we went there afterwards and basically locked ourselves in and didn’t come out for the rest of the weekend. Seriously, he had food delivered from the kitchen and worked me over real well. It was amazing, but I’m sore today as a result.”

Marcy nods, whistling.

“Damn. But are you going to see him again?”

A bitter taste forms in my lips.

“I’m not sure,” is my slow admission. “I didn’t ask for his contact information because you know it’s bad form. And yes, I felt a connection but you know how these things are. Sometimes, the guy just wants a hot time, and then that’s it. Hell, he might not even be from New York.”

My friend nods solemnly.

“Yeah, that’s the bad part of Sanctum, isn’t it? I’m not sure if any of the men I hooked up with are going to request me again, if they can even remember me, that is. I mean, everyone was hooking up with everyone else, so who’s going to remember a pudgy brunette who screams really loud?”

I roll my eyes.

“Marce, everyone loves you, and that’s exactly the point. You’re a screamer, so who can forget?” I tease. But then, my phone buzzes in my back pocket and I pull it out. But instead of answering, I frown.

“What’s wrong?” asks my friend. “OMG, is it Pamela? Is she going to bitch us out for no reason at all again?”

I shake my head.

“No, it’s Melissa. I wonder what she wants?”

Marcy shrugs although she looks very curious because Melissa’s one of the middle managers at Sanctum. The older woman works with the girls of the club to coordinate hostessing duties, event appearances, and the like. It’s not an easy job since some of our fellow co-workers are a bit unreliable, so I don’t envy Melissa her responsibilities.