Page 17 of Desirable

I push thoughts of Liv from my mind as I pose with Parker, finally feeling more natural as he hugs me close. The dip and the kiss are new, something that makes me laugh outwardly, but my insides freeze. I need to remind myself that he's just doing this for appearances.

Perhaps I will take the chance to sleep with Jean Pierre tonight. Something like that could help me emotionally distance myself from everything going on. Because sex definitely helps create emotional distance.

Sometimes the worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves.

Right in the entrance, where one would expect some sort of flower arrangement or ice sculpture, are two men fucking. The White man has a cock ring on while an Asian man thrusts into him. I stop dead in my tracks, watching as he sinks into the other man's ass with an audible moan. That's when I see the belt wrapped around the White man's neck. I stare as they continue to take their pleasure.

Parker guides me forward with a hand on my lower back and we pass another dais where there are four women and a man similarly engaged. One woman has a large strap-on, which she is using to fuck a gorgeous blonde. The blonde is on all fours with her face between a Black woman's thighs. There is so much going on in the scene that I don't know where to look.

I feel myself growing slick with each display and I want to rub my legs together to soothe the ache that Parker started but has grown exponentially since getting here.

"I thought you might enjoy this party, which is why I threw caution to the wind in having you come."

I look up at him and I know he can see the desire on my face. It makes me want to throttle him, but I don't dare. All around us, there are daises with all manner of combinations. At least one features a man just watching all the hedonistic acts as he jerks off, occasionally making eye contact with guests, and another has a woman fucking herself with a vibrator. I can relate to that desire.

It makes me think of Shanghai and I know Parker is having the same thought as he stares into my eyes.

"What made you think I would enjoy this?" My voice is strained when I ask.

"Because I saw the way you watched that couple at the gala. I see it now on the flush of your pretty tits. They have a separate space if you want to engage yourself, both with your own body or a partner."

"You brought me to a sex party?"

"No, I brought you to a charity event raising funds for FUCK - Foundation for Understanding Comprehensive Kink. It sounds ridiculous, but they do good work. They take on cases worldwide, defending people charged with homosexuality or helping to promote safe sex education and sex work. This is their most provocative annual party, and it never fails to sell out. They raise millions on this one night alone."

"Do you come every year?" I step close to him.

Parker's hand presses on the small of my back, urging me closer to him still. "This is the first year I’ve been to this event. I usually attend their tamer gatherings."

"Parker Worthington, as I live and breathe," a heavily-accented voice calls.

Parker looks over my shoulder and his gaze darkens. "Jean Pierre," he greets through gritted teeth.

"I'm surprised you came this year. I feel like I have to beg to get you to answer my calls."

"That's because every call is for either a sexual or business proposition, and when it's business, you're usually just asking for money."

"Can you blame me for wanting to feel your marvelous cock between my ass cheeks? I promise, I will give you the best blowjob of your life. I know how men like it; women just don't have the same perspective."

I turn to look at the man propositioning my boyfriend, albeit a fake one, but he doesn't know that. Jean Pierre has the kind of looks that should be illegal. He’s a White man with a crooked nose, one that looks like it's been broken a few too many times. Dark hair is perfectly coiffed and brushed back. He looks as if Gaston walked out of the movies and into my life, with broad shoulders and dark, almost black, eyes. When he finally looks away from Parker to me, his eyes alight with keen interest.

Parker's hand tightens on my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Jean Pierre, my girlfriend, Holly. Love, this is the mongrel I warned you about."

Jean Pierre lets out a booming laugh that draws the attention of several people around us. "Enchantée, my sweet. Once you've enjoyed a turn about the room, I would love the chance to see what the pussy that turned Parker Worthington into a monogamist feels like. Looking at you, I would bet you're tight between the legs and wild in the sheets."

"Maybe if you stop objectifying me, I'll let you have a taste."

"I objectify everyone, my sweetness, but if that's what it takes to finally get Parker in my bed, I'll bend over any way you want me." Jean Pierre gives us both a kiss on each cheek before floating back into the crowd.

"He's...wow."

"Say the word and you never have to speak to him again."

"You would like that, wouldn't you? Let me keep Jean Pierre at bay for you. There is history between you,” I surmise.

"I don't want you to do anything you feel like youhaveto. Enough talk about fucking Jean Pierre. Let's go dance, and then you can openly enjoy some of the exhibits. Rumor has it there is an orgy in the hall of mirrors."

There are a lot less people to greet during this party. I think most people want to enjoy the show and hurry home so they can come down from the high. There are naked aerial artists dancing above us and with the lighting, it feels like art. A beautiful woman dances where the live band is and with each hundred thousand increment of funds raised, she removes a piece of clothing until she's joined by another woman and they start to fuck on the stage.