The Butterfly House
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Authors: Lori Meckley
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The Butterfly House
Text copyright © 2013 Loretta L. Meckley
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This book contains adult content
For future plot circumstances there are certain legal aspects of the story that will remain a mystery or unanswered.
They will become clear in the next story, please remember this is a
fiction
read.
This first book is Nolan & Ava's story
This story is for those who believe in
falling
when they love
Welcome to the Butterfly House
Watch for Sam Rayburn and Angela Mercy's story
Nolan ~
One
I could not stop my hands from sweating, I had never been around so many beautiful women, but
she
wasn't just beautiful, she was
drop dead stunning
and at some point in time those words
drop dead stunning
would haunt me, forever.
But... wait! I am getting ahead of myself, let me start from the beginning.
I was not big on stepping out after work with my clients beyond dinner and a few drinks; however the curiosity had gotten the better of me the night I first heard about
her
, I gave in and got in the limousine with my favorite client and friend Sam Rayburn. He talked nonstop about this amazing club called
The Butterfly House.
I will admit, it had me intrigued after hearing him talk about a dancer they called Lotus. When he described
her
– the words
long, deep auburn hair
was all I heard. A true redhead just made my heart race like thunder and did even more dangerous things to my body.
I had not heard of The Butterfly House,
as I just did not frequent many night clubs, I preferred to knock back a few drinks at a pub or a local bar within walking distance to my condo. I liked to be on top of my game each day at work. New York might be The City That Never Sleeps, but I had a business to run; being clear-headed meant getting sleep.
I spent almost every waking hour – working. After a bitter and broken relationship what else was there honestly? I could feel myself sinking into that bitterness I felt each time I remembered Monica Lansing. I had learned the hard way, never give all of yourself, when you do, there is nothing left. It's next to impossible to pull yourself back from it. The pain, anger and hurt were just not worth the risk – again. I was just surviving now when it came to that part of my life, I tried hard not to go there and I was going to stop thinking about it right now.
As the doors of the limo opened and Sam stepped out first, I followed. My mind went into a bit of shell shock as I took in the huge double doors that led into The Butterfly House
.
There were no words to describe how beautifully the iron doors were engraved with every type of butterfly imaginable. Each one was designed with such detail, down to their tiny bodies. The butterflies were hand-blown glass in so many amazing colors and they simply winked almost twinkling. It was as if they were alive and fluttering in flight. They were the lure that pulled you in. I could almost hear them daring me to step inside.
Once we were inside those doors, it was like stepping into another world. Huge paintings of flowers, ranging from simple tulips to the exotic were placed on each wall. The murals were painted with an obvious erotic intent. The dance floor was huge, with a full bar placed on either side. There were small leather sofas in place of tables and chairs. There was no seating close the dance floor either, small coffee tables were placed there instead. The place screamed comfort and pleasure.
We followed our hostess – who introduced herself as Penelope
–
across the room. The sofa was so soft, it was like taking that first taste of movie popcorn when the butter hits your tongue and you sigh out loud. You don't care who hears you, it's just that sinfully good. I knew by the look on Sam's face I had sighed out loud as the hostesses voice broke my thoughts asking for our drink order. We both ordered whiskeys neat.
“
Did I not tell you this place was something special?” Sam laughed, smacking me on the back as he sat down then slid over a bit, putting a bit of space between us on the sofa.
“
You knew I'd be hooked by those front doors didn't you?” I laughed.
I was suddenly very glad I had given in and come along. My business was glass. I prided myself on being able to make anything out of glass. To date my biggest project was making a huge beach cottage out of glass for a client in California.
“I have some business I want to discuss with you later regarding those doors we just came through.” stated Sam.
Those doors we just came through were amazingly crafted. I had no problem discussing them further.
“Now that has my interest, is tomorrow too soon?” I asked.
“
I'm free tomorrow anytime, but tonight I want you to enjoy yourself. This place is something special.” he said smiling.
Yes it was something special alright. I was going to enjoy this night and if a stunning redhead, in what felt like the garden of Eden was what it took to help me with that enjoyment, well then game on.
Becoming Lotus
Nothing pissed me off more than someone touching my things, I needed to be out there on stage in twenty minutes and my makeup table was a damn nightmare. I quickly worked with what was left salvageable. My shadows and lipsticks were smashed and all my brushes were covered in foundation. These other women and their pettiness, if they only knew I wasn't in this for anything more than the money I was making. I was running out of time each morning when the sun rose and working my ass to the bone each night praying that God and my family wouldn't fault me for this madness my life had suddenly become.
Just when I thought I couldn't take another moment of working here I'd remember why I was here dancing naked instead of just going to college like most young girls my age were. My fight mode would fall back in place and I'd endure, even if it meant ignoring the unkindness from other women working here.
Endure
was exactly how it felt to me. My body was on display for men and sometimes even women, not that all of these men or women were bad but let's be honest, they were here watching each and every girl bare her body and lose her soul, hoping for more than just naked glimpses, a few were predators. We were their prey. Those were the ones that made me feel dirty, worthless and deep down sorrow that my life had come to this.
I was here by choice but my reason had nothing to do with wanting to attract men, or love like some of these women thought each night as they played at catching a man's eye. They were hoping to be swept off their feet by Prince Charming. I had yet to see a real man walk through those big fancy doors out front. A huge number of the men who came inside here were looking for the escape of being away from a spouse or girlfriend and this was where they came for a little thrill that wouldn't follow them home. Little did they know sometimes that little thrill had consequences.
I had dreams of some day of not having to ever walk inside those doors again. Tonight however those dreams felt a million miles away.
I brushed out my long red hair, curling the ends with my hot iron. Tonight I chose a lovely sage green corset, sheer panties, matching stockings and very tall black stilettos. Making up my eyes with the same shade of eye shadow, I got heavy-handed with the mascara too. I ran a light mist of citrus vanilla scented body spray over my arms, neck and wrists. I used my fingers to fluff my curls out. Taking a deep breath, I took one last look in the mirror at my dressing table and then walked out the door, it was showtime.
