Finding Jaime (6 page)

“Take it to the rooms, please,” she says to a couple on the sofa we stop next to.

The two of them are eating each other alive, and the girl has her hand inside his pants, clearly jerking him off.

“Sorry, Butterfly,” the guy says, not in the slightest bit embarrassed at being caught getting a hand job. “We got a little carried away.”

The girl giggles. “Just a hand job, honey, nothing more for him.” She continues to pump his dick, and Butterfly looks away.

“Rooms, now,” Butterfly demands. “We’re a tasteful club, guys. Displays aren’t permitted with this level of activity in the open, so neither are you.”

“Of course, sorry.” The girl removes her hand from the guy’s pants, and they hurry out of a door to the back.

Butterfly gestures for me to sit, and I do. She sits next to me and scoots closer to my side. “So, how did you find this place?”

“Didn’t your mom tell you?” I assumed she would’ve already.

“She did, but I want to hear you say it.”

“Well…” I repeat the exact words I told Madame. Every shameful word and she doesn’t even react. “So?”

“Okay, then.”

“Is that all you wanted to ask me?” I immediately think of her asking me for other things and surprise the hell out of myself.

“No. What do you want from this place?”

“Uh…” I look around. “I have no fucking clue.”

“Tell me what you see.”

I take a breath and take in the area in front of me. “People having fun, I guess.” I shrug my shoulders. “Apart from the clothes, it looks like an ordinary club.”

“It does, but it’s so much more.”

I look back to Butterfly and see her looking right at me, as far as I can tell. She could be looking at my tits for all I know, and I’m not sure why I like that thought, but I do.

“This is all a bit fucking cryptic, to be honest. Just tell me what it’s about, Butterfly, so I can stop having long winded conversations about what goes on. I get that it’s a giant secret party house where people can disappear to do God knows what, but I don’t see what I’m supposed to do here.”

“Can I touch you?”

My mouth hangs open, and I’ve forgotten how to breathe. “W…a…” I must resemble a fish out of water.

“I’ll understand if you say no, Bunny. I don’t know your sexuality, so me touching you might make you uncomfortable.”

I snap out of it and take a huge breath before I pass out. “Touch me how?” I ask, but that wasn’t what I intended to say.

A small smile plays at her lips. “Nothing sexual, and nothing that I think you’ll run from.” She inches closer to me.

“Why would I run?” I ask, and I know damn well that my ass is staying put. She just stares at me. “Oh, shit. Yes, you may.”

“Really?” she mouths. I don’t hear her voice over the music.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Butterfly’s tongue flicks out over her lower lip, and I watch as it moves along the flesh and back into her mouth. She raises her hand to my face, and I close my eyes. Her soft fingertips glide over the side of my jaw and to my chin. My skin tingles and my heart is pounding against my ribcage. She continues up and strokes her finger over my lower lip. I instantly part them, and a shaky breath escapes. All too soon, her hand disappears and I open my eyes.

“Whoa, that was…” Butterfly’s expectant look catches me off guard. “Can I touch you?”

She nods quickly and some part of my ridiculous inner teen surfaces. “I can’t promise it won’t be sexual, though,” I chuckle.

“Bunny,” she snaps. “This isn’t a joke to me.”

“Sorry,” I say and glance down.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jaime. Give it a rest!
I try again. “May I touch you?”

“Touch me how?” she asks and smirks.

“I don’t know, yet,” I reply and look down at her chest, then her legs. “But I won’t grab your tits, I promise.” I cringe at myself.

“Yes,” she laughs. “You may.”

I lift my hands and wiggle my fingers while she sits there waiting for me to do…whatever I’m about to screw up. Fuck, I feel like a dastardly villain about to grope the innocent damsel. Well, she has the heaving bosom so…

I take a calming breath, and my shaking hand reaches out to touch her left shoulder, which is fine. I’ve gripped Sadie’s enough times that this doesn’t feel weird.

“You’re shaking.”

“I haven’t done this before,” I laugh nervously. “Just bear with me. I’m trying to hold it together and not fall into your cleavage.”
Which doesn’t seem all that bad right now.

Butterfly just smiles at me, and I feel better that she’s not ridiculing me for being an ass. I leave just my fingertips on her skin, and I move them as slowly as I can across her silky skin to her collar bone. I notice the pulse in her neck is pumping furiously, and I feel her quick breaths fan across my face.

“Is this okay?” I stroke across to the other side when she nods her head. “Does this feel weird to you?”

Her breath catches and her lips purse. “No, Bunny, it doesn’t.”

Shit, I’ve offended her now, so I drop my hand to my lap. “I’m sorry, Butterfly, I didn’t mean that like it sounded.”

Her fingers hook under my chin, and she turns my face to her. “Well, how did you mean it?”

I swallow down my cowardice. “I meant me touching you. You don’t know me.”

“Well, did it feel weird when I touched you?”

No, I liked it, and I want you to do it again.
I’m not about to admit that completely, not even to myself. “Actually, no. I…kinda liked it.”

“Can I touch you again?”

I don’t even think to ask how or where I just nod my head like she’s just offered me a tiny puppy wearing a blue collar and a ribbon.

She raises both of her hands and places them on my shoulders. My stomach clenches so hard, and my pussy fires up as she moves her hands down towards my mine. They’re in my lap, but I don’t move them at all. I’m frozen to the spot, worried that if I move the tiniest bit, she’ll stop, and then somehow I’ll snap out of it and run screaming like a banshee out of the building. I’m so close to freaking out due to the way this stranger—and a woman—is making me feel as her hands run over my bare skin. I like it much more than I should and the way my heart is fluttering in my chest, maybe too much.
 

Her hands reach mine, and she lifts them up in between us. I look down at her delicate hands and curl my fingers around the sides at the same time she does until we’re holding each others.

“This is what it’s about,” she says, lowering my hands back to my lap and I haven’t a clue what’s she talking about.

“What is?”

“The club. Exploring things you wouldn’t normally do outside in public. You’re safe here to discover what you like without judgment.”

I get it now. If you want to fulfill some weird kink fantasy, you could try it out here instead of surprising your date to a session of whatever the fuck you want them to do to you.
 

Then I have another thought. “Do people come here to cheat?”
 

“We don’t know,” Butterfly replies and turns her head towards the dancing crowd. “We’d rather they didn’t, of course, but that’s not for us to decide. If they want to try some light restraints but are too worried to tell their partner, then they could come here to fulfill that need. But, personally, I wouldn’t do that myself.”

“So you’re not seeing anybody?” My stomach flips uncomfortably as she turns her attention back to me.

“No, Bunny. If I were, I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.” The flip leaves as quickly as it came and I find myself smiling. “Are you?”

“God, no,” I snort and wave my hands in front of me. “I don’t do relationships. I’ve never met a guy I want to date.” The words come out without me even thinking about it. “Sorry, I don’t know why I told you that.” I reach for my soda and take a sip.

There’s no reaction from Butterfly at all and I don’t know whether she’s bored of me already or she’s thinking about what I said.

“What about girls?” she says, and I almost spit my soda across the table.

“What?” I wipe the liquid that’s unattractively dripping down my chin.

“Girls, Bunny. Do you like girls? You didn’t seem to mind me touching you or you touching me.”

“Yeah, but I touch my friends all the time,” I say defensively, and making an ass out of myself as I do. “I do my roommates hair for her sometimes, and I sweep her hair up from her neck. I hug her and my other friends too.” I shrug a shoulder.

“Do you feel anything when you do that?”
 

I see where this is going, but I can only tell the truth that I don’t get a lady boner when I do that. “No.”

She nods her head slowly, and a face comes to my mind. A beautiful heart shaped face, with hair as black as Butterfly’s, smooth skin, toned body, and lips as luscious too.

“There is one girl,” I say, and her head snaps up. “I don’t know why but I think about her a lot. She’s beautiful, but she doesn’t even know it. She’s so quiet, though. I doubt she’d ever come to a place like this. Hell, I think
I
terrify her most of the time.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Come on,” I laugh. “If you ever met her, you’d understand. She’s sweet and shy. Not like me at all, and I think that’s why she doesn’t seem to like me very much.” My pity party is starting up again, and I try to shrug it off by sipping on my drink.

“I bet she does, Bunny. I bet she likes you a lot more than you think.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure she likes guys too.” Those words give me a sinking feeling in my stomach, and I understand them more and more the longer I sit with Butterfly. “I’m not sure anymore if
I
do.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” she says, and I see her raise her hand and point to somebody. “Just a thought, do you find him attractive?” Butterfly asks, and I follow the direction of her hand, and it leads to the bartender who served me.
 

“Well, he’s handsome, I guess, but he’s not shooting up my skirts if that’s what you mean.”

“Fidel has a good reputation for satisfying those women who choose to be with him.”

“So that automatically means I want to bend over for him too? Hey, I may have slept with my fair share of guys, but there’s only so much my vibrator can do, you know.” I drop my head back. “Shit, I don’t know why I told you that either.”

She shakes her head and pulls her lower lip in between her teeth, and I stare at it hungrily.
What the fuck?
I thought I might have had a tiny girl crush on Joss, you know because she’s so sweet and cute, but now this?
Explore your feelings.

Yeah,
that’s
what I’m going to do. ‘Oh hey, Butterfly, can I make out with you, just to see if I like it?’ I don’t think that’s wise. If she’s gay, bi, or whatever, then wouldn’t that be fucking with her if I do kiss her and it turns out I
don’t
like girls after all?

But, fuck she’s gorgeous.
I rub my chin while my head is taking my emotions on a fucking terrifying rollercoaster ride.

“Look, this has been a strange ass night, and it’s also been a real eye-opener, but I should go. I have work in the morning and my friends don’t know that I’m okay.” I stand up, and Butterfly moves with me.

“It was lovely to see you, Bunny,” she says and lifts her hands. “Can I hug you goodbye?”

Just thinking that I’m going to have contact with her has me quaking in my heels. “Yeah,” I reply and swallow hard.

We move towards each other, and her arms wrap around me, her chin resting on my shoulder. She pulls me tight; our chests press together, and her skin is cool against mine. My nipples are like hot rocks against the inside of my dress, and I desperately want to take it off and apply ice to the hot tips.

“Bye, Butterfly, it was nice to meet you too.”

“This way.” I jump at Fuchsia’s voice.

“Jeez, woman, you scared the crap out of me!” I squeal and clutch my chest, and the bitch laughs right in my face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

I follow her out of the room, and through to the main one we saw Thor getting his rocks off to Jasper flogging him, and through to the office. It’s empty, but Fuchsia retrieves my things from the safe and my jacket from the chair where I left it.

“A cab is waiting for you at the corner,” she says and walks me to the door. She hands me a card. “Bring this the next time you visit and bring your mask. I look forward to seeing you again, Bunny.” Then she closes the door and leaves me in the corridor where I started.

“Fuck me,” I whisper to myself. I remove my mask and leave the building.

Chapter 6

So-called friends!
I didn’t get a single text message from them asking if I got home okay.
Bitches.
I could’ve been lying in a ditch somewhere for all they knew.
Fuckers.
I got a message from Sadie, but I don’t count her as I never told her we were going out anyway.

I’m sitting at my desk, staring at the screen while I’m sorting through pages and pages of financial reports from the investors, and I’m finding it easier to focus without wanting to throw the damn thing out of the window.