Afire Love

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r specific details. The opportunity presented itself as a last-minute gig offered by Valerie—slinging champagne and canapés at a masked costume party. Little did I know

ery, and he was flanked by a pair of buxom young ladies, each clinging to one of his saggy arms. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as the trio wordlessly paus

ght, the girls' flawless curves seemed to

actively serving them or engaged in conversation. Adherence to these guidelines was just one of the numerous rules that the 'service staff' had to comply with to ensure compensation for our services. Signing an extensive nondiscl

for the entire month. The employee corridor, the most unembellished section of the luxurious mansion, served as a welcome

for the workers looked very different. The fancy clothes of the guests and the unique masks they wore, made from all sorts of materials and c

uxe debauchery for t

melling appetisers to make my stomach growl. Thankfully, the g

sounds reverberating through the c

lerie hissed, tossing me a cheeky wink. "We're not suppose

" I sp

he wall as a spirited thumping

as her steps quickened. "It's

gnore the erogenous sounds of other people's pleasure. Even more shocking was th

job again?" I whisper

arousing more than my curiosities. Heat flushed my whole body,

er blunt blonde ponytail. "He used to work with the hosts or so

circular tray I had clasped to my chest to

lerie waved her thin grey keycard over a cubed screen to make

an't argue with the paycheck!" She shouted over

he unorthodox paycheck as much as I needed to

g the delicacies on our trays. Blades glinted and flame

ie and made a beeline f

these sexy soirees longer, Valerie got to prowl the second floor, wh

or only (another of the rules

ed mushrooms balanced on my arm, I

f our own?" She asked as soon as we were saf

ightly as possible. They were on and off so much that you'd think

ling her bright blue eyes inside her mask. "I s

trary, I liked fun. I just didn't have t

ed. "I know you were looking f

h knew better. This was typical of Mike, and it drove her batshit crazy. "At l

n her tray while she

the party, and yet, so far from the escape I desperately needed,. "After t

ie blurted, sto

slammed into my

hold onto my tray. "Geez! You were

e door to step into the modern, gallery-like decor of the west-wing hal

e," I muttered (not to mention drowning in someone else's mistakes).

ctive remix of classical music as w

e need to schedule a shopping trip for that bush waxing! And gir

ion was abruptly halted by a more pressin

th off guard, causing us to pivot in our

held butterfly mask to shoot us a disapproving scowl. While that alone c