Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“Let’s not waste another second, shall we?” I question, my tone hitching with excitement as I address the crowd. Cheers and applause bounce off every wall in the room as I indicate the side of the stage. “Tonight we welcome our new brothers, the new heads of Dynasty and we initiate them into our ranks with the sacred, traditional vows; Calvin Huntington and Charles Vandenburg.”
The applause is so damn loud that anyone would think a fucking rocket was taking off in here.
The two gentlemen make their way up onto the stage and look out to the crowd with pride. They shake one another’s hand and I take note of the way they seek out their wives and children, speaking volumes about the type of men they are and telling me everything that I need to know about them. You know, apart from already knowing every little intricate detail of their lives.
I move across the stage, hoping to God that I don’t slip in my cum heels as I position myself in front of the small table, taking each of the men through the same initiation ritual that I went through only a few short months ago.
The second the dagger is placed back down, Mr. Danforth comes screeching out onto the stage and scoops it up. He gives me a narrowed stare and silently scolds me for what happened last time I was anywhere near this thing, and within seconds, he’s gone again, leaving me on stage with the two new recruits and no idea where to go from here.
A laugh bubbles up my throat as Mr. Danforth scurries away, carrying the dagger as though it was as fragile and precious as a newborn baby. I disguise my laugh with a cough as Calvin and Charles both look my way, so without skipping a beat, I indicate to the dais and offer them the floor, giving them each the chance to eat up the spotlight while I give myself the chance to get off this damn stage and clean up Cruz’s mess.
Calvin isn’t one to skip an opportunity and moves in front of the microphone, quickly thanking me for the millionth time tonight and for taking both he and Charles through the initiation. I give them each a forced smile and make my way off the stage.
I find Cruz in the crowd and nod toward the back of the stage, silently letting him know that I’ll be gone for a minute and he nods, understanding exactly what I’m trying to tell him. I take off a second later, hurrying around the back in search of the closest bathroom.
From memory, we’re supposed to do some kind of traditional dance following the initiation so I’m going to have to make this quick.
I scramble through the massive state-of-the-art kitchen, not wanting to use the same bathroom as the guests, assuming that I’m going to have to get half naked just to find out exactly where all of Cruz’s yummy goodness has gone. I’m going to have to slip out of my heels, clean my feet, and somehow clean out the inside of my shoes as well. It’s going to be a disaster.
The caterers gape at me, probably not used to seeing a gowned moron racing through their kitchen, but fuck them. If they knew the issue I was currently dealing with, I’m sure they’d understand. “Bathroom?” I question, realizing that if they’re going to stop working just to stare, they might as well be helpful.
The girl closest to me blinks a few times before pointing to the right of the kitchen. “Through there. Third door on the left.”
I nod and keep scrambling, the relief quickly taking over me, knowing that it’ll only be a moment longer before I can finally walk in my heels without feeling Cruz’s cum squishing between my toes. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love it when the guys come. In my pussy, on my back, in my mouth or hell, all over my face too, but having it squished between my toes isn’t exactly something I ever thought would happen. I mean, there’s a reason why I like to race to the bathroom right after they’ve finished fucking me and it’s to avoid this exact situation.
I barge in through the bathroom door and step into a room fit for a king, though in a place like this, anyone should expect impeccable bathrooms. Besides, if Dynasty had anything to do with building this masterpiece, then I can guarantee that the rest of the building is just as flawless. Hell, I can only imagine what the main guest bathroom looks like.
I kick my heels off and tiptoe across the bathroom, hating the feeling of being barefoot in here, but it’s a necessary evil. I get myself into a stall and within seconds have my gown bunched up with my ass dropping down onto the heated toilet seat.