Bare

Chapter Ten- Between the Words

Entering the lobby of the hotel, Gwen was unable to fathom that such beauty could exist before her. The decor of neutral tan and accent of teal, gold, and turquoise made it appear as an oasis in the middle of the city. Those who passed by her scowled at the shock she had, making it clear she was aware she did not belong here. Nevertheless, she was given her hotel key card by Deacon earlier on, and was allowed up to her room. Her mouth dropped as a television lined itself in a small box, showing the weather, the news, and events in the area on that day. But nothing would be compared to the rooms themselves. 

As she made her way to the top floor and advanced forward in the hall, she came to the room at the very end, having it open via two double doors. Her mouth dropped open upon seeing the array of the room spread before her. The same color scheme from the lobby seemed to extend to the very top of the hotel, allowing for the same middle eastern beauty and aesthetic. 

A balcony overlooked the rest of the city below as a private hot tub sat on that very deck. Her eyes scanned the rest of the room, finding a large jacuzzi tub in her bathroom along with the shower that extended from one side of the hotel room to the other. A large window overlooks the entire city along with gold and turquoise carpet and decor that continued with the aesthetic. The bed was larger than any one she had seen prior to this, causing her to jump onto it, splayed as a starfish, as she let out a deep sigh. The soft fabric and foam that made up her bed had been enough to make her at enough ease to begin to fall asleep. But upon making herself comfortable, her hand hit upon the remote set on the bed and forced a television to descend from the ceiling. It rested upon the entire wall while its stunning graphics and impeccable sound filled the room around her. She quickly tried to regain control as she brought the document given to her by Deacon a more thorough look. 

Skipping the formalities of names and addresses, she came to read the guidelines she would now have to follow to remain in his employ. Reading the stipulations aloud, her mouth fell open at the more controlling aspects of what would be expected of her;

"The following signature holder agrees to forego any personal affairs held outside the consent of the club's owner and employer. Signature holder agrees to commit to role expected during employ, without leading to physical intercourse between patron and employee. This consists of the act of vaginal penetration in consent by the employee. Along with this, anal s*x, blow jobs, and handjobs are forbidden from crew to patrons as well. This is done for the safety of client and employee as well as remaining in the realm of professionalism." She couldn't help but gain at the sight as though she felt that this was done out of jealousy instead of "policy".

"Roles expected of the employee is to seduce without touch. This means speaking s****l, innuendos, and teasing is allowed. Touching, kissing, groping, and the aforementioned physical intercourse will result in immediate termination." She thought of all the ways she could torture Deacon as well as her clients with these new rules.

"Employee is to be paid every week in cash, by its end. Only if he/she understands and performs to the employers satisfaction. Nudity is prohibited on the ground floor as well as on stage, kept for VIP members exclusively." Gwen came to understand the allure of the forbidden fruit idea, desiring for the clients to pay more for the risque show. "Use of drugs, excessive alcohol, abuse, or violation of any law or ordinance, the employee will be fired." Her heart stopped as she now felt as though the contract had been made directly against her. "Employee is to uphold all actions listed above as employer agrees p*****t. Etherbrole neglects to make their consensual promise will then find this contract void and invalid of use." Her eyes ran over the conditions a million times as she learned she would be treated as a princess with weekly manicures and hair cuts as well as a generous allowance for clothing, perfume, and makeup, as long as she abides by the rules. 

She hated the thought of being property, and whether she signed the contract out of spite or trust, she was now locked into a year contract with a man who was beginning to get under her skin. She decided not to fight against the rules as she had signed it without force, also, finding the hotel room to be the closest thing she had found to Heaven on Earth until this moment. Besides, the thought of being at Deacon's side would be less favorable if he lacked the charm and appearance that made her nervous around him. 

As she made her way to the lobby of the hotel to see what other amenities it had, she was joined together with Yasmine once again-much to her dismay. Yasmine held a pep that Gwen wanted to squander right away. She had been the overly energetic thorn in Gwen's side that she wanted to remove quickly. Due to that, she decided to kill two birds with one stone as she sat at the bar concocting a plan while pretending as if she had been listening to Yasmine. 

"I know exactly how we can celebrate…" Gwen spoke as a fire lit in Yasmine's gaze. But her idea would have to wait until dark due to the club being abandoned and left until morning. Knowing all the secret ways to enter from years of experience, she had brought Yasmine into the club, where she then turned on all of the lights and fired up the music. She began faux bonding with Yasmine, watching her become more and more loose with each shot of Tequila rose. With the woman's inhibitions slipping away, she decided to place her directly in violation of the contract and dropping her at Deacon's door with an excessive use of alcohol present on her person. Leaving her in a twisted version of ding-dong-ditch, she was rewarded by a feeling of self satisfaction as she thought of getting Yasmine fired and out of her hair. 

She made her hotel room enviable to all whom spoke ill of her by posting pictures on social media sitting in a bath with champagne. The voice of Sam Smith serenading her as she slid chin-level to the bubbles seemed as the perfect end to a rather eventful day. But just as the song came to an end and her muscles relaxed to the jets in the tub, the door to the hotel room slid open, much to Gwen's ignorance. Her arms fell to the mercy of the edge of the tub as she removed her nude body from the water to meet the cold air. Using a nearby towel, she dried her body from head to toe to avoid slipping before moving into the bedroom portion of the suite. Clothes lined the closet for her, all present with price tags while showing the extent of pride Deacon took in those who worked for him. 

But as she brought the line of her panties up to her waist and struggled with the clasp of her bra, her back was met with the feeling of fingers tracing her skin. She should have been terrified and questioning who this had been-but she knew without the need of investigation that it was Deacon. Perhaps it was the feeling of his skin that she came to know as it was a constant in her mind, or the way he exhaled, as if having just inhaled her. She closed her eyes while feeling his bare knuckles cross her back while his hand then rested upon her stomach. He held her against him enough so she could feel that he had been aroused-which wouldn't be a surprise as she stood before him in skimpy lingerie. His hold on her was identical to that which would be seen between dancing partners or lovers, not strangers present with strong s****l tension. 

She nearly set his fingers between her legs to allow herself the pleasure he teased so many times before- yet ceased upon feeling him carry his fingers upright. His touch drew perfectly between her breasts that were held by the fabric of her bra and pushed up enough to give a more perky appearance. Feeling the tips of his fingers make contact with her skin had then caused for her lip to become trapped between her teeth as she fought in allowing him to know his effect on her. However, it seemed her body would continue to betray her as she had formed goosebumps to feeling his caress. 

"You are mine for one year." He spoke in her ear, his warm breath intensifying the desire she felt continue to grow with each interaction they shared. "Otherwise you go to prison." His words made her still as she found herself a slave to whatever he would ask of her, as prison feared her u like anything else. She knew the world was harsh, but the world in there was like hell on Earth. Due to that, she would comply with whatever he asked as long as it kept her from shackles and an eight by ten cell.