Dirty Affairs novel Chapter 53

Meanwhile, after Cynthia ended the call between herself and Sophia, she proceeded in keeping things in place and making sure the sex slaves were ready for the night party and also moving around the party premises to make sure things were going perfectly fine.

Cynthia let her eyes scan the dark room below her almost leisurely. The multicolored fluorescents danced across the room, briefly illumining the dark bodies of various scantily dressed women, most of them ensconced in the arms of their lovers for the night, or as Cynthia preferred to call them, their clients.

From her vantage point perched on the railing of the bar above, she had a bird's eye view of the going-ons below, including the woman whose arse bounced rythmically and shamelessly on the lap of a groaning man who clutched at her milk-white breasts desperately, and even the more discreet couple in the corner who looked innocent at first glance, but on a second were obviously gyrating slowly, their clothes still in place. They were definitely not fooling Cynthia. She knew at that moment, the man had his dick buried deeply in that woman's arse. She'd been too long in this business for all these to be news. 

She swirled her wine in its glass, ran it under her nose and took another sip, feeling a pooling of heat in her own body. She also had some tension to release.

Again, she scanned the room below for any participant that might be willing but wasn't engaged at the moment. This time, she let her eyes scan the darker corners of the room where the other women stood leisurely. Her eyes fell on a lone woman in an armchair at the very corner of the room who sat, legs crossed, sipping a glass of red.

That was the one. Cynthia stared, wishing for the woman to look up at her. In a very short time, she did. Cynthia wondered if it was the inbuilt sense of being watched and assessed all hookers had. 

She slowly looked her up and down. She had a pretty face, but the rest of her was hidden in the shadows. Cynthia beckoned to the woman below, flashing her a smirk and the woman sensuously rose to her feet with a hand on her ample hips. Cynthia's blood ran hot.

She watched as her prey strode confidently up the spiralling staircase, meticulously putting one foot in front of the other, making her hips sway tantalizingly, and the green dress she wore seemed to caress her skin.

Cynthia raised a surprised but impressed eye. Unlike most of the other women here, she wasn't dressed in red, the colour of sex. She didn't need to. The emerald green satin complimented her skin perfectly and her dark red her was offset beautifully.  The dress had a cowl neckline lower than usual, advertising perky cleavage Cynthia couldn't wait to bury her face in. Her red stilettos were sky high, but she walked as though they were an extension of her own legs.

"What's up?", She said and she sidled up next to Cynthia. Her voice was the perfect blend of feminine and husky. "Damn, it's cold up here. My tits are freezing off."

Cynthia slid a look at the aforementioned tits. They looked so bouncy and appealing, she couldn't help but wonder if they were real or fake.

"They're real, honey", the woman answered for her, seemingly reading her mind. "Wanna do a check? I'm Jade, by the way."

Cynthia stopped herself from actively licking her lips. "You're a pretty morsel, Jade", her voice was almost as husky as Jade's. "Bet I can keep those tits warm for you."

Jade snuggled closer, pushing her arms under her boobs and all but pushing them in Cynthia's face.

"They're all yours, honey. And whatever other parts you might want to ah...keep warm." She added a sultry wink at the end of the last statement.

Cynthia flashed her a smirk. "In that case, follow me."

She turned on her heels and marched away, Jade sashaying behind her.