He laughed. “Well, I couldn’t bake anything to save myself.”
“Then you’d better pray that we don’t descend into a dystopian nightmare and lose our cooks.”
“It’s hot the idea of coming home to a sexy wife baking a cake.”
I shrugged. “Why not? I just don’t believe in the concept of happy families and that a happy life requires a happy wife.” I sipped my Scotch pensively. What I hadn’t told James was how my life had begun. No one knew about that. All that existed was a short-on-detail Disney version I’d rolled out just for the record. “Tell me all about your night. This subject of marriage is making me drink faster.”
James laughed at my dryness. “That’s what you do.” He pointed. “You get off on my little adventures. A form of voyeurism.”
I grinned. “Oh, I’m a voyeur, all right. I’ll own up to that quite freely.”
James laughed. “Aren’t we all?”
I summoned memories of Rebecca, the voluptuous maid from Raven Abbey, bent over the kitchen table, the cook’s big dick ramming hard into her, and her squeals of delight. Or maybe it was pain. I could never tell, but she kept allowing him in, so to speak. At the age of thirteen, I would sneak a peek through a crack in the door. That was the beginning to my dark descent.
“Tell me about this club.” I stretched out my legs.
“It’s hidden down an alleyway. One can’t get in without two things.”
“Those being…?”
“An invite and proof of wealth … oh—three things. They need a blood test.”
“A blood test?” I asked.
“That’s if you want to fuck without a condom.”
“You fuck them there?”
“Pretty much.” James looked at me. “Oh, come on, Blake. Don’t go all righteous on me. It’s sex. And these girls are willing and, you know…”
“Desperate? They’re poor, and they need money, right?”
He sipped his drink. “At least it’s only once, given that virginity can only be sold once.”
“Did you end up buying one?” I cringed at how that sounded. The thought of a young innocent commodifying her virginity was morally difficult to grapple with. But James was a friend, and apart from his predilection for eighteen-year-old virgins, his heart was in the right place. I also had to remind myself that it was consensual and they weren’t underage.
“Not yet.”
“What does that mean exactly?”
“The one I like is asking for one hundred thousand pounds. I’m used to picking up girls at clubs for as little as a weekend of wining and dining and a night or two at a luxury hotel. Even a week on the Riviera for those special girls”—he raised an eyebrow— “doesn’t cost that much.”
“But, James, you’re rich.”
“One hundred thousand, though? For one night?” He held out his hands.
“Depends on how much you want it.”
“To be honest, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind. She’s beautiful.” He drew a curvy line in the air.
“She’s voluptuous?”
“No, she’s nearly flat chested. But she’s got a cute round ass, and her little pink…”
I interjected, “You saw her pussy?”
“They parade each girl.”
“And they pose with their legs apart?”
He nodded, biting his lip. “Didn’t I tell you it was sordid?”
“But you didn’t buy a girl?”
“I paid a thousand to get in. Everyone does. That goes to the girls that don’t get a buyer, apparently.”
“Oh, well, I guess that’s kind of fair.” My eyebrows gathered tightly as I contemplated the intimate details. My dick jerked a little, which added a streak of guilt to my fascination. My innate decency hated the idea of women forced to subject themselves to such debauchery.
“Are you in?” asked James.
I turned my head sharply to look at him. “In? By that, you mean, do I want to visit this den of iniquity?”
James laughed loudly. “You sound like my grandfather.”
I smiled. “It sounds a little depraved… but I suppose I could do with a little eye fucking.”
“Ah… that’s more like it. And who knows? You might find the girl of your dreams.”
I thought about that. I hadn’t fucked in a while. It always left me a little cold afterward. Not that I didn’t feel desire. My dick never remained inert for long. For me, sex was never about love. I didn’t believe such an exulted state existed. How could I? I’d never experienced it.
“Once you’ve tasted virgin pussy, it’s hard not to want to go back for more,” James said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I sat forward. “Tell me… why are virgins so coveted?”
“Tightness, my friend. A sweet, perfect exotic flower that only