Chapter 9
This wasn’t part of the initiation.
I knew that.
Whatever this was, it was Alexander’s way of intimidating the girls. They’d been asking too many questions, and just like I wondered, I knew Alexander questioned why Kincaid was among the girls. He was feeling challenged, and that was the only explanation for what happened next.
We all remained silent as Alexander took his seat on stage and his Plan B took effect right in front of us. “See, ladies,” he began, “our dear Arlene got comfortable in life, and that’s a no-no.” I looked over at the woman, and she stood tall and still with Jacob and Donovan on either side of her. “Her birthday is in two weeks.” Alexander smiled at the girls. “Just two weeks,” he repeated. “Arlene will be thirty and free from The Order if she so chooses.”
“What’s your point?” Kincaid bit out, and she was only provoking the bastard more.
“I’m pointing out her error, Ms. Black,” Alexander answered. “She got complacent and ignored sound advice that was given to her by her sponsor. Me.”
“And what advice was that?” Rylee asked, and the girl kept making me proud. I knew she was going to be a hard sell, but I was secretly thankful for it. It showed she had fire within her.
Alexander’s blue gaze shot towards Rylee. “Arlene had the world at her fingertips, Ms. Madden,” he said. “But instead of focusing on a successful career and making a name for herself, she chose to fall in love, get married, and start a family.” My gut turned as it dawned on me what this reptile was about to do.
I wanted to fucking kill him.
“That’s the one sincere piece of advice I can give all you ladies,” he continued. “Do not forget your life is not your own until that favor is paid in full, or you’ve reached the appropriate age.” He swept his arm out towards the trio standing by the settee. “All your dreams in exchange for your patience. Every opportunity at your disposal as long as you are disciplined enough to wait until after you are thirty to fall in love and do the family thing.”
I heard gasps, and when I turned my head, Jennifer had her hand cupped over her mouth. Her eyes were round, but hers weren’t the only ones.
Turning back towards the trio by the settee, I saw that Jacob’s lips were on the right side of Arlene’s neck. Donovan’s lips were latched onto the left side of her neck, but his hand was also caressing her left breast. The dress she was wearing doing very little in the way of protection.
“I was fortunate enough not to need Arlene’s favor all these years,” Alexander went on. “So, I’m calling upon it now as both a lesson to her and everyone else in this room.”
“You’re a pig,” Rylee blurted, and I wondered if shit was about to get violent.
Alexander just smiled at her. “Why? Because I’m asking her to honor her commitments? Because I’m asking her to keep her word?”
“Because that’s not necessary,” Rylee spat. “You don’t need to make her do that. You don’t have to make her betray her husband and family just to prove a point.”
Alexander leaned forward in his chair, and all his attention was centered on Rylee. “But I’m not making her do anything, Ms. Madden,” he countered. “She has a choice in this. She can say no. She can leave. Arlene’s choice-the choice she’s making now-is the one where her life gets to remain blissfully domestic. Don’t paint me as the villain, Ms. Madden, simply because Arlene’s finally paying the price for her perfect life. A life that was given to her by The Order.”
By now, Arlene was sandwiched between the two men, Jacob at her back and Donovan at her front. With Jacob’s lips now on the back of her neck, his right hand was in between her legs, the movements of his hand obvious. He was finger fucking her, and the woman did not look put out by it, either. Not with Donovan in front of her, kissing her, while he had both her breasts held securely in his hands.
Fuck, I wanted to kill Alexander.
I couldn’t see any of the girls willingly eager to sign up for this shit, and I think that was Alexander’s plan all along. The more I thought about it though, the more it made sense. Rylee had been unplanned, a last-minute change of plans, so this wasn’t about her. This had to be about Kincaid. Alexander had seen her name on the list and was just as wary as the rest of us as to why this girl would want to be a part of all this when she didn’t have to be.
Alexander’s scoff could be heard through everyone’s shock. “Besides, does it look like she’s objecting?” he asked no one in particular.
She didn’t.
Like a horrible car wreck, everyone’s eyes were glued to the show taking place on the corner of the stage. Arlene was still fully dressed, but now she was on her knees, in between both men, and she had a cock in each hand, taking turns blowing them, and she was not looking like a victim. She looked like a woman who knew everyone’s attentions were centered on her, and her alone. She looked like she was enjoying herself.
Donovan finally reached down and pulled her to her feet. Jacob’s hands unzipped the back of her shiny gold dress, and it slid fluidly down her stunning body, and pooled at her heeled feet.
If this were a bachelor party, a weekend in Vegas, or a damn frat party, I couldn’t say this wouldn’t be enjoyable, but this wasn’t any of those things. This was our future, and Alexander’s little show was jeopardizing those plans for our future. I also knew I wasn’t the only guy here fuming at this turn of events. We were all here for a reason, and this wasn’t it.
My hands fisted in my pockets when I realized just how far this show was going. Before the men moved to unbutton their slacks fully, they each pulled out a condom from their pockets, and we all watched as they sheathed themselves and began to undress from the waist down. The fact that they were keeping their suit shirts and jackets on made the entire thing look more obscene than it already did. Like Arlene wasn’t worth fully undressing for.
The tension in the room was thick and the atmosphere wasn’t littered with sexual urges or desires. No. The air reeked of doom. It reeked of the despair of knowing you’d just been caught in a trap.
Then I heard Rylee’s breath hitch as Donovan laid on the settee and Arlene straddled him, lowering herself onto his hard cock. There was no escaping the vision unless you closed your eyes. However, by closing your eyes, you might as well admit defeat before Alexander. This was a test to see how much we could stomach. Admittedly, I couldn’t care less about public sex or people fucking in general, but this wasn’t about that.
This was about our resolve and our strength.
This was to see if we were powerful enough to get these girls to sign their contracts, even after witnessing the bullshit in front of them.
I had definitely underestimated the impact of Kincaid Black’s attendance at this thing.
Rylee let out a small gasp of air when Jacob came up behind Arlene and worked his cock into her ass. The room echoed with Arlene’s appreciative moan as both men began to piston their cocks into her ass and pussy at the same time. If Alexander had meant this to be a public humiliation for Arlene, I think he might have failed, because Arlene didn’t look humiliated in the least. Perhaps Alexander had overestimated how happy her marriage was.
The entire room was filled with nothing but moans, grunts, and whimpers as Jacob and Donovan fucked Arlene in both her holes, and I couldn’t stand it any fucking longer.
I leaned down, and my breath was hot on Rylee’s ear when I said, “Don’t worry. I don’t share.” She stilled in her seat, but I quickly stepped back in place behind her chair.
Things went from bad to worse when things got really pornographic. The moans, grunts, and whispers turned into filth, and the two men really started giving Arlene what she wasn’t objecting to.
“You like that?” Jacob grunted. “You like being fucked by two cocks, sweetheart?”
My heart dropped when she moaned out, “Yes…” This little exhibition had been meant to make her look like a whore, and to make the girls believe that they could be Arlene one day if they didn’t play by the rules, and it was working. Arlene moaned like she was a real whore for it.
Donovan grabbed Arlene by the back of her neck and brought her lips down against his. “Such a good girl,” he encouraged between pants. “Ride our cocks like a good girl, Arlene.”
And she did.
We watched in horrid fascination as Arlene took the rough thrusts of Jacob and Donovan and begged for more. She wasn’t a woman being humiliated in a room full of people. No. She was a woman enjoying the hell out of what was being done to her. She was a woman putting on the best show of her life.
And the worst part?
Jacob and Donovan weren’t fucking her like they were out to humiliate her. They were fucking her like they were on performance, and they wanted to make sure they got good reviews. They were fucking her to please her. They were fucking her to make sure she came all over them. And while she might be enjoying it, none of the girls would see it that way. They’d only see Alexander’s manipulations as the entire scene played out in front of them.
The shitshow played out for another few painful moments, as we couldn’t escape how both cocks were splitting her wide open, before Arlene cried out, “I’m going to cum. Oh, God…don’t stop…”
“Take it,” Jacob growled. “Take that dick.”
“Yeah,” Donovan joined in. “Cum on our cocks, sweetheart. Cum all over us.”
“Show everyone how good you can take two dicks,” Jacob continued and that’s all it took for Arlene to scream out her pleasure, and we all stood, silently by, as the beautiful woman’s body trembled from head to toe. With her perfect blonde hair, smooth skin, and sexy body, there was no denying the fact that Arlene looked stunning as she came all over Jacob and Donovan. But, then again, every woman looked stunning when she was cumming.
Grunts got louder and thrusts became more powerful as both men rode Arlene through her orgasm right before they each came in a final drive into her body. Their breaths were harsh, and chests were heaving, but it was over, and that’s all that mattered.
In the awkward silence of the room, both men pulled out of Arlene’s body and both men rubbed her back and hips as she took time to come out of her euphoria.
The fucking shit didn’t look humiliating at all.
The sound of clapping resonated throughout the room, and I looked over to see Alexander’s smug smile spread across his face. “Beautiful, no?”
Before Rylee could give him a piece of her mind, Laney spoke up. “Seriously? If that’s the worst that can be asked of us, sign me up,” she huffed. “I’m not passing up on my dream life because August might ask me to screw a guy one day. Or two.” She made it sound so insignificant, it was clear that she had missed the point of all this.
Alexander’s smile widened. “Good to hear it, Ms. Spinner.”
I could see Rylee tense when a fully redressed Arlene walked by the seats, collecting the dossiers Alexander had handed out earlier. She even smiled at each girl. Donovan and Jacob were back on stage with Alexander, dressed as well, condoms disposed of as if this was everyday shit.
Alexander grabbed another stack of papers off the table that was on the stage, then made his way to stand in front of Laney. Looking at August, he said, “State your intentions.”
“Circe,” August automatically replied, and Alexander gave a short nod in acknowledgment before handing Laney her contract. She signed it without even reading the damn thing.
Alexander took a step back and eyed the other girls. “Anyone else?”
Jennifer looked spooked as she timidly raised her hand as if we were in class. Alexander walked to stand in front of her, then looked at Ross as he demanded the same that he had demanded of August. “State your intentions.”
“Circe,” Ross replied, and Jennifer was handed her contract. She made a pretense of skimming through it, but she quickly signed as well. While we needed all the girls to sign, I was still surprised they were willing to sign after what they’d just witnessed.
“Oh, to hell with it,” Alexis muttered, and she put her hand out to take a contract.
Alexander grinned at her outburst, then looking at Fox, he repeated, “State your intentions.”
“Circe,” Fox replied, then Alexis snatched the contract from Alexander’s hand and signed without reading it. That left Kincaid and Rylee only.
Alexander walked in front of Kincaid. “What’s it going to be, Ms. Black?” he taunted. “Do you trust Mr. Voss enough to make sure he doesn’t turn you into a criminal or a whore?” Kincaid stood up, and Alexander had to take a step back. She was only about five-foot-three, five-seven in her heels, but she was staring Alexander down in the way only a Black could.
She put her hand out for her contract, and Alexander scoffed before instructing Saxton, “State your intentions.”
“Circe,” Saxton replied, and Kincaid signed her contract without bothering to read it just like the others.
That left Rylee.
Alexander gathered all the signed contracts before walking to stand in front of me and Rylee. Looking down at her, he said, “You know, it’s okay to admit when you’re in over your head, Ms. Madden.”
Rylee’s reply was cool and firm. “You don’t know anything about me.”
Alexander’s grin turned into a sneer. “That doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”