Michael and Charlotte are both watching me, laughter in his eyes, joy in hers.
“That was intense….” I say.
Michael slaps me a high-five. “Let’s share a glass,” he says.
“Excellent idea.”
He vanishes off to the kitchen while I release my emerald-eyed beauty. She perches on the edge of the bed, still breathing a little quickly. I kiss her and wipe her face clean with a towel. “You look beautiful.”
The click of the door and the clink of glass. Michael enters with a tray bearing three flutes and a bottle of cava, dewy with chill.
Yes, this is a celebration….
The wine bubbles and froths as he pours. “A toast I think,” he says.
He pauses for a moment then raises his glass. “To my future Wife, and my Best Man.”
What better toast?
I raise my own glass. “To my Best Friend and my Wife-de-Facto.”
And my Jade clinks her glass against ours. “To my Master and my Husband-To-Be.”
*****
Two Years Ago
“Are you ready, Charlotte?”
Her stomach clutching at the thought of what she is about to do, a young woman, twenty-two years old, red-haired, green-eyed, scans the auditorium. Demurely dressed in blouse and skirt, the leather collar at her throat is a biting reminder of the reality.
The hall is full, men of all ages, races, colours; perhaps two hundred or so. They have only two things in common….
They are rich….
…. and they want to fuck a virgin.
She resists the rising panic.
One week….
It’s only for one week….
If she can keep her nerve, if does this right, she will be free.
“Charlotte, they’re waiting.”
Taking a deep breath, Jenny lifts her chin….
…. and Charlotte steps up to the podium.
*****
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