At night, lawyer Laurie Deloit becomes Raven, the star of a brothel with glass-walled bedrooms. Her wildness gives her what she sought after the man she loved broke her heart—sex, money, and a life without secrets. She also discovers an ability to sense explicitly the sexual desires of any man or woman whose gaze lingers on her. It’s the one man whose mind she can’t fathom who draws her into a new adventure.
The desires building in their heads press at me like a hot wind. In the Torch Lounge, my ability to divine the sexual thoughts of people who look at me becomes overloaded. All the hotshots have wild sex on their mind, and they’re keyed to want it badly.
Sometimes I pick up a clear read on what positions a certain bidder plans to try, but more often the specific thoughts are lost in a storm of males and females thinking with their cocks and cunts.
Toussaint steps in with his iPad ready. He says, “If you will finish, please, we will proceed to the auction.”
The hands leave me. Toussaint says, “Tonight is a rare event at Seattle Young. We offer you a three-way with Raven and Desiree, our two most popular ladies.” He passes the iPad to the female bidder. Her eyes are hard. If she gets me in the glass room, she won’t be easy.
Take it, baby. Run your tongue where you please. Bend me like a rubber doll. Fill my face with your cunt.
She taps the pad, sees the challenge in my glance, and taps it again on a higher number.
Toussaint glances at the iPad and hands it to one of the men. The woman looks disappointed. She entered a bid she thought preemptive. The man holding the pad looks at her entry, screws up his face, and touches a higher number. The woman shrugs and leaves the circle. Another whore kisses her and leads her to the glass rooms.
Three of the men give up when they see the new bid. Eager women are quick to engage them. Toussaint hands the iPad to the one hotshot in the running for Denise and me who hasn’t entered a bid. His white dress shirt and expensive-looking denims cover a slim body. I make a mental note to kick off my shoes if he wins. My heels make me taller than him.