CH 13: The Party

The car moved smoothly through the rain-slicked streets, neon lights bleeding across the wet pavement like electric veins. The city pulsed around them, alive, hungry, and utterly shameless.

Outside, the skyline was a shifting landscape of steel and glass, but it was the ever-present advertisements that dominated everything. Towering holograms, massive digital billboards, and projected screens displayed a constant stream of desire, each one more explicit than the last.

To the right, a holographic projection of two women played out in looping slow motion. One was kneeling, her mouth opening as her tongue slid along the length of the other’s slit, her hands gripping the other woman’s hips as if savoring every second. “Taste her.” flashed above them, the letters dripping with pink liquid before dissolving into an elegant shot of a sleek, glass bottle tipped over, its contents spilling in slow motion. The words “Savor Every Drop – Velvet Kiss Flavored Lubricants” pulsed in soft neon, the final image lingering on the kneeling woman licking her lips with satisfaction.

A towering screen on the side of a sleek, black building displayed a woman lying on her back, fully nude, her body glistening under soft, golden light. Her fingers trailed over her skin in slow, teasing motions, her lips parted as if caught mid-moan. A delicate glass vial rested between her breasts, the liquid inside glowing with a faint, pink shimmer. “Desire, distilled.” scrolled across the screen in elegant script, followed by, “Siren—The Aphrodisiac of the Elite.” The ad lingered on her fingers dipping between her thighs, a breathless sigh escaping her lips before the scene faded into a close-up of the vial pouring its contents onto a waiting tongue.

A massive digital billboard displayed a live feed of a young woman lounging on a plush, oversized chair, completely naked, her legs lazily spread as her fingers worked between her thighs. She smiled playfully at the camera, her lips moving in silent conversation with her audience, her free hand gesturing as if she were casually chatting with friends. A transparent overlay filled the screen with neon hearts, fire emojis, and usernames flashing by in rapid succession, reacting to every slow, deliberate movement. “EroStream – Always Live. Always Free.” pulsed in the corner, a counter beneath it showing tens of thousands of viewers tuned in, watching her in real-time.

A ten-story display flickered above them, the high-definition screen cutting through the rain-soaked afternoon with crisp, undeniable clarity. The image wasn’t just any girl sprawled on silk sheets—it was Lila.

She was completely naked, her body glowing as if basking in the afterglow of a recent orgasm. Her hair was messy, her makeup smeared, and her lips were swollen, parted slightly, her chest rising and falling in ragged, heavy breaths. A lazy, satisfied smile graced her face as she ran her hands over her bare skin, smearing thick, glistening cum across her breasts and down her stomach, rubbing it in with slow, sensual movements. The camera lingered, following the way her fingers dipped lower, spreading the mess along her inner thighs, the image perfectly capturing the wetness of her freshly-used slit.

Above pussy, the words pulsed in bold, playful neon: “PLEAZURE EXPRESS – FAST, FRESH, AND FRIENDLY!”

The image shifted to a sleek, neon-lit building, its doors sliding open invitingly before flashing back to Lila, her cum-slick fingers teasing her own lips before fading into the next cycle.

“Well,” Andrew said as she noticed he was leaning over to look out the window, his face inches from hers, “they certainly captured your best angles. Don’t you think?”

“I thought after I quit, they would stop using my photos,” she said, glancing out the window. “Guess not.”

“It’s only been a little over a month since you left, so it makes sense they’re still using them,” he shrugged.

“I guess,” Lila sighed.

“Besides,” Andrew said, his hand resting on her bare knee, his fingertips tracing light, lazy circles along her skin, “I happen to think they’re tastefully done. Very sexy, very classy.”

“You have a funny idea of classy.” she laughed, shaking her head.

James let out a low whistle from the driver’s seat, his eyes flicking up to the towering display of Lila’s naked, cum-slicked body with unmistakable appreciation.

“Damn,” he muttered, shaking his head slightly as his smirk widened. “Gotta say, Miss Lila, I’ve seen a lot of these ads, but that one?” He glanced back at her in the rearview mirror. “That one takes the cake. Looks damn good, if you ask me. Prettiest girl on the whole block, easy.”

Lila stiffened, sighing under her breath, but James wasn’t finished.

“Look at you, all spread out like that,” he chuckled, his tone playful. “Rubbing it in like you love the feeling of it. Bet that got a whole lot of guys pulling over just to take a second look.” He let out a low, appreciative hum. “Shit, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t pay good money to see that in real time.”

Andrew didn’t react immediately, but the way his fingers pressed just a little more firmly against Lila’s knee told her he was listening.

“Can’t say I blame them for still using it. That ad’s doing exactly what it’s meant to do. Gets guys hard, gets them spending. You, though? Damn shame you quit. I’d spend every credit that Mr. Barrington pays me each day on you. One session a day, every day, all year long, just to hear you moan my name.

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“That pussy of yours. Fuck, I bet it’s as tight as it looks on screen. I’d stretch it out real nice, make sure you felt me for days. Maybe even pay extra to see you lick every drop clean after I’m done, just like you do in that ad.” His eyes flicked back to the screen before it disappeared behind the cityscape. “Shit, Lila, you were made for this. Watching you smear cum all over yourself like it’s the finest moisturizer? That’s not just talent, that’s pure, natural beauty. And, god damn, those tits, those hips, that ass? You’re a slutty girl, the things I’d do to you.”

She could feel Andrew’s calm, unwavering presence beside her, his hand still idly tracing patterns against her skin, as if testing how she would react.

Lila’s jaw tightened, but she refused to give James the satisfaction of an outburst. She forced herself to keep her posture relaxed, to act like his words didn’t affect her, even though they did. Even though the way he spoke about her, about that ad, made her feel small and degraded. Not that she didn’t like being a Pleazure Girl, because she did, but she felt like James was demeaning it, making her feel like less than the professional she was.

She had heard of the stories of the old way of thinking, the days when sex workers were just whores, used and discarded without any respect, but she’d never actually met someone who still had those beliefs. She had also never been called a slut, or slutty before, the term had been phased out long, long before she was even born. In this world, sexuality was embraced, not shamed. Women who worked in pleasure industries were seen as professionals, skilled and respected in their craft, just like any other service provider. There was no stigma, no sneering judgment, no outdated morality dictating what a woman could or couldn’t do with her own body.

The idea that someone would use such an antiquated, degrading word felt almost surreal. It was like hearing a slur from a language no one spoke anymore. It didn’t sting, not exactly, but it unsettled her, like encountering a relic from a darker time.

Andrew, shifted slightly beside her, his fingers pressing more firmly against her thigh.

“James.”

“Yeah, boss?” James’s smirk widened as he met Andrew’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

“Try to remember your place,” Andrew said, voice calm, almost amused. “Unless, of course, you’re looking to find a new one.”

He turned his attention back to the road, but not before his eyes flicked back to Lila once more.

“Still, hell of a thing to see up there. Makes a man wonder what he missed out on.”

Lila finally let out a slow breath, forcing herself to look away from James and back out the window as the car continued down the neon-drenched street. Even with the ad of her cum-covered body no longer flashing in her face, its presence still clung to her, an unshakable reminder that no matter where she went in this city, she was still part of it.

The ads continued as the car glided deeper into the city, each display a relentless barrage of flesh and fantasy. The screens flickered and pulsed with shifting bodies, moaning lips frozen mid-ecstasy, fingers tracing over glistening skin, each loop crafted to entice, to tempt, to sell. More girls, more positions, more orgasms—each ad trying to outdo the last in sheer eroticism, pushing boundaries, demanding attention. The air itself seemed thick with unspoken promises, a citywide invitation to indulge without consequence. The messages weren’t subtle—they didn’t need to be.

Sex was for sale. Sex was everywhere. Sex was normal.

A towering structure loomed ahead, its smooth, reflective surface shimmering under the neon haze of the city. Unlike the chaotic sprawl of flashing ads and pulsing holograms surrounding it, this building exuded quiet dominance. Minimalist, controlled, deliberately uncluttered in a world obsessed with excess and sex. A statement in restraint, not because it lacked wealth or power, but because it had nothing to prove.

The entrance was framed by sleek, vertical lights that pulsed in a slow, rhythmic fade, a stark contrast to the frantic energy of the streets behind them. There were no flashing images of writhing bodies here, no desperate attempts to entice. The only display was the logo projected onto the glass doors: Barrington Corp.

James pulled the car smoothly to a stop at the curb, the hum of the engine barely audible over the distant buzz of the city. Without hesitation, he stepped out into the rain-slicked street, adjusting his jacket before moving to Lila’s side of the car. The door swung open with practiced ease, and James leaned in slightly, his smirk returning the moment his gaze landed on her.

“Lie to him all you want, slut,” James whispered, “We both know I’ll see your tits Monday.”

Lila stared at him for a long moment, her face flushed red, her heart pounding, unable to speak. She was annoyed that he was right, that she would show him her chest willingly when she needed a ride to school next. A tactic she could use to shut him up, but one she didn’t use in front of Andrew.

James’s smirk widened, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. He offered his hand, the gesture more mocking than gentlemanly, and helped her out of the car.

“Have a good night, Miss Lila,” he said, his voice smooth and confident.

Lila ignored James’s smug tone, stepping out of the car without acknowledging his last remark. The cool night air kissed her bare skin, the city’s neon reflections dancing along the slick pavement beneath her heels. As she straightened, her hands smoothing the sheer panels of her dress, she felt Andrew step out behind her. His presence was immediate, commanding, the subtle brush of his fingers at the small of her back a silent claim as he guided her forward.

Two large men flanked the entrance, their suits crisp, their eyes sharp beneath the faint blue glow of the vertical lights. They didn’t speak, didn’t ask for identification—just gave Andrew a single nod of acknowledgment before stepping aside, allowing them to pass.

Inside, the air was noticeably cooler, the lobby a stark contrast to the bustle and chaos of the city. It was immaculate, minimalistic, a carefully calculated balance of control and elegance. The floor was polished marble, the walls a dark, slate gray, with soft lighting casting the entire space in a gentle, warm glow.

At the center of the lobby stood the reception desk—entirely glass, seamless and pristine, giving a full, unobstructed view of the woman standing behind it. The transparency was no accident; it was a design choice, a deliberate invitation to admire.

The woman behind the desk was a vision of carefully curated seduction, her outfit straddling the line between professionalism and temptation. She wore a sleek, jet-black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, the high slit revealing the smooth length of her leg with every subtle shift of her stance. The neckline plunged daringly, exposing the upper swell of her full breasts, the fabric just sheer enough to hint at the curves beneath without fully revealing them. Thin, delicate straps traced over her shoulders, dipping low in the back, leaving the elegant arch of her spine exposed.

Her lips, painted a glossy crimson, curved into a smile the moment they entered.

“Mr. Barrington,” she purred, her voice velvety smooth, effortlessly sultry. “Always a pleasure.” Her gaze drifted to Lila, a flicker of intrigue passing through her expression before she returned her attention to Andrew. “Your guests have begun arriving on the top floor. Would you like me to inform them of your arrival?”

“No need.” Andrew’s fingers pressed a little firmer against Lila’s lower back, his tone confident, dismissive.

“Very well.” She bowed her head slightly, her smile never faltering. “Your private elevator is waiting. Have a wonderful evening.”

With a nod, Andrew led Lila across the lobby, their heels echoing softly against the marble floor. A single, mirrored elevator waited in the far corner, its doors opening with a quiet chime, inviting them inside.

As soon as the doors slid shut, Lila felt the necklace around her neck pulsate softly, just enough for her to feel the subtle, constant pressure against her clit and G-spot. It was weak, gentle, just enough to let her know the device was active.

“Andrew...” Lila started, her voice hesitant.

“The lowest setting,” he replied, as if reading her mind. “Just a little reminder, a gentle hum to keep you aware. Nothing else.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the elevator.

She exhaled slowly, steadying herself as she felt the gentle, insistent pulse between her legs, a slow, rhythmic reminder of his control. It wasn’t overwhelming, not like before, but it was there, teasing her, constant pressure against her most sensitive spots. Still, she knew she had to compose herself. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would have to face it with perfect composure.

The elevator ascended smoothly, and within seconds, a soft chime announced their arrival. The doors slid open, revealing the rooftop.

Lila stepped forward, her eyes immediately drawn to the sky. The rain had stopped—or at least, it wasn’t touching anything here. She could still see it, still hear the distant patter of droplets falling just beyond the perimeter of the rooftop, but none of it reached the elegantly arranged event space. Something invisible was keeping it at bay, shielding the open-air terrace while the city lights stretched endlessly beyond them.

Her gaze shifted downward, taking in the crowd. The men were dressed in sleek business suits, their jackets crisp, their postures relaxed yet exuding power. The women, just as poised, wore elegant but professional attire—long dresses, fitted blazers over silky blouses, refined and controlled.

She glanced down at herself, the high slit of her dress exposing the smooth length of her thigh, the sheer panels hugging her curves, the plunging neckline leaving her breasts framed, barely contained. Compared to the understated refinement of the women before her, she looked more like something to be admired rather than taken seriously.

But she knew she was here for a reason. She wasn’t meant to blend in. She wasn’t dressed to be a businesswoman. She was here to be seen, to be desired, to be his. A living, breathing statement of Andrew Barrington’s power, of his indulgence, of his ability to claim and own whatever he pleased. She wasn’t out of place, she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

Lila straightened, inhaling slowly as she shifted her posture, rolling her shoulders back. She tilted her chin up, her lips curving into a delicate, playful smile.

Beside her, Andrew remained composed, his presence effortlessly commanding as he turned slightly, offering his arm. His expression gave nothing away, but Lila could feel the quiet satisfaction in the way he held himself, in the way he knew she would fall into step beside him without hesitation.

She hesitated for only half a breath before slipping her hand onto his forearm, her fingers curling just enough to feel the solid muscle beneath the expensive fabric of his suit. The touch grounded her, reminding her of the role she played here, of the way she belonged—not as one of them, not as a business figure, but as a symbol. His symbol.

The soft, ceaseless pulses from the necklace teased her relentlessly, a hidden force tugging at her composure, urging her to shift, to react, to moan. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Not here, not in front of these people.

She held her posture perfectly, her steps slow, deliberate, elegant as she walked with Andrew. Her breathing was even, her heartbeat steady. She was calm. She was composed. She was in control.

And then it started to fall apart.

Andrew led her toward a small group of men and women. The women elegant, refined, their postures relaxed, their smiles poised. The men were no less put-together, their hair carefully styled, their suits impeccably tailored. They were relaxed, comfortable, the very image of success.

She felt a twinge of nerves at the sudden realization that she was going to be introduced as Andrew’s companion. She could tell that these were the bigwigs, the high rollers, the people who Andrew wanted to impress.

“Ladies, gentlemen,” Andrew said smoothly, his voice carrying the effortless confidence of a man who belonged. “I’d like you to meet my companion, Lila.”

Silence.

There was a brief pause before the polite smiles returned. The men straightened, the women adjusted their stances, but none of them acknowledged Lila. Not really. Their gazes flicked over her as if she were part of the décor. An extravagant centerpiece, nothing more. No hand extended toward her. No names offered in return.

Instead, one of the men, older, broad-shouldered, dressed in a navy suit that cost more than most people’s yearly salary, nodded at Andrew with a look of quiet sympathy.

“Barrington,” he said in a low, measured voice, “I was so sorry to hear about Olivia.”

Lila’s stomach clenched.

“Thank you, Robert. It’s been a difficult month.”

The woman beside Robert, sleek and severe in a perfectly tailored black dress, reached out to touch Andrew’s wrist lightly.

“She was a remarkable woman,” she said, her voice laced with the kind of sorrow reserved for the truly elite. “A true loss.”

Their eyes flicked over Lila’s bare shoulders, the deep cut of her dress, her petite body and her smooth, pale skin, her small breasts and her delicate waist, the way the sheer panels hugged her curves, but never once did they acknowledge her as someone worth speaking to.

Lila kept her posture steady, chin lifted, fingers still resting lightly on Andrew’s arm, but she could feel it, the unspoken dismissal. The way they had collectively decided she was not part of the conversation, that she was not someone they needed to engage with.

Another man, younger than Robert but still carrying the same quiet confidence, let out a small sigh.

“A shame, really,” he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Olivia had an eye for talent. I would have loved to work with her. Maybe we could have made this city a better place.”

The other men hummed in agreement, the women nodding solemnly.

“Her vision is not dead.” Andrew reassured, his voice full of conviction. “If anything, her death has inspired me to push forward. She would want this.”

Robert took a sip from his glass, his expression thoughtful.

“May we speak freely, Andrew?” He asked, his tone suddenly serious.

Andrew looked at the group around him and simply nodded.

“I heard you’re looking for investors, is that correct?” Robert asked,

“That’s correct,” Andrew said, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

The man nodded slowly, his gaze shifting toward Lila, lingering on the low cut of her dress, the curve of her hips.

“Is she one of your projects?” He asked, a slight edge of amusement in his tone. “Not bad. A bit old, but definitely has potential. A small set of tits, but they’re a decent size, and they’re quite perky. Pretty face. Nice ass, too. Very nice.”

The woman beside him laughed.

“A nubile little toy,” she said, her eyes roaming over Lila’s body. “I suppose I can see the appeal. Though, I have to admit, I was hoping for something a bit more ... unique.”

Lila’s stomach twisted. She wanted to say something, to defend herself, but she knew she couldn’t. The weight of Andrew’s expectations kept her silent, his presence a constant reminder of the role she had to play here.

“She’s a very special girl,” Andrew replied, his hand coming to rest against the small of her back. “But I’d rather not discuss business details just yet. There are a few other investors I’m speaking with tonight, and I’d prefer to keep the conversation as general as possible.”

The men and women nodded, the woman still smiling knowingly.

“Of course,” she said, her tone playful. “You don’t have to show us all your cards just yet. Though, if you ask me, I’d say you’re being a bit too cautious.” She leaned forward slightly, her hand resting lightly on Andrew’s shoulder, her gaze drifting down the front of Lila’s dress. “Don’t keep us waiting too long, Mr. Barrington. I’ve been known to bite.”

Her teeth grazed her bottom lip, her smile widening.

“I’ll make sure the offer is extended to you at the right time,” Andrew said, his voice smooth, professional.

“See that you do,” she laughed, her eyes still roaming Lila’s body, her fingers lightly brushing against Andrew’s chest. “I’m not a patient woman.”

“Now, now, Sarah.” Robert chuckled. “Don’t frighten the poor girl.”

“I’m not frightened,” Lila replied, her tone surprisingly firm, despite the nerves twisting her stomach.

The woman’s gaze sharpened, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tilted her head, sizing Lila up.

“Of course not,” she purred, her tone suddenly sweet, her fingers sliding from Andrew’s chest to Lila’s, the touch slow, deliberate. “How silly of me.”

Lila felt the sudden urge to pull her hand away, but she forced herself to remain still, her expression impassive, her posture relaxed.

Sarah’s fingers traced the curve of Lila’s breasts, her touch light, teasing, before finally moving to her arm, giving her a gentle squeeze, leaning in closer.

“You’re not the first one to wear that necklace, you know.” She whispered, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness.

The words caught Lila off-guard, her eyes widening slightly.

“What was that?” Andrew asked, his hand tightening slightly on Lila’s hip.

Sarah laughed softly, her fingers trailing over Lila’s bare skin.

“Oh, nothing, Mr. Barrington.” She cooed, her voice laced with poison. “Just a little girl talk.”

“I don’t think I need to remind you that Lila my guest here, not your plaything,” Andrew said, his voice low, dangerous.

Sarah quickly pulled her hand away, her smile faltering.

“Of course, Mr. Barrington.” She said, her tone suddenly polite. “My apologies to you and your ... Companion, as you called her.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse us.” He took a step back, guiding Lila away from the group. “There are other guests I’d like to introduce her to.”

“Of course.” Robert nodded. “Have a wonderful evening, Barrington.”

Andrew’s grip on Lila’s hip tightened as they walked away.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

Andrew exhaled sharply, his grip on her hip firm but not punishing. His stride didn’t falter, his posture remained perfectly composed, but she could feel the tension coiling beneath his skin, a quiet storm simmering just below the surface.

He didn’t look at her right away. Instead, he guided her toward a quieter corner of the rooftop, the city stretching out beyond the invisible barrier that kept the rain at bay. The hum of conversation faded slightly, leaving only the distant sound of glasses clinking and the low murmur of business deals unfolding around them.

Then, finally, he spoke.

“You were right to speak up.”

“What?” Lila blinked, caught off guard.

Andrew turned to face her, his sharp blue eyes studying her closely.

“I don’t want you to apologize for standing your ground. I brought you here to be seen, to be admired, not as a silent piece of arm candy. You did exactly what I wanted, what was expected of you. It doesn’t matter if those investors were trying to intimidate you, or if they were merely trying to flatter me. Either way, they need to see your confidence, your conviction. I brought you here to make a statement, and you delivered. Don’t ever apologize for that.”

Lila swallowed, unsure how to respond. She hadn’t expected this. Not reassurance, not an acknowledgment of the way they had treated her.

Andrew’s fingers trailed up from her hip, tracing along her collarbone before tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“You did well, Lila.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine.

“I didn’t know if I should have said anything,” she confessed, her voice wavering. “I was nervous, but I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You didn’t,” he said firmly.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. It was a gentle, tender kiss, and she felt herself relax into him, the tension in her body easing.

She could hear the conversations begin to quiet around them, the crowd was watching, taking notice of the way he was claiming her, the way he was publicly displaying his affection for her.

Andrew didn’t seem to care. Instead, his hand cupped her cheek, his touch firm, possessive.

“They’re staring,” she whispered against his lips.

“Let them,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “They need to see this. They need to see me with you.”

Lila could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she deepened the kiss, letting her hands rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the expensive fabric of his suit.

The crowd began to stir again, the soft hum of conversation returning, the sound of clinking glasses filling the air.

“We should rejoin the party,” Andrew said, his lips hovering just above hers.

Lila nodded, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“But I’m going to turn the intensity up a bit. Just a little.”

Before Lila could react, the pulsing between her legs began to increase. The sensation was still subtle, gentle, but it was more intense, more persistent. It was barely noticeable at first, but the longer the stimulation went on, the more she could feel it. Her breathing quickened slightly, her pulse racing, the pleasure slowly building inside her.

“How do you feel?” Andrew asked, his voice a low, husky whisper.

“It’s fine,” she whispered back, her voice shaking just slightly. “I can handle it.”

“Good,” he said, his eyes roaming over her. “You’re beautiful, Lila. So damn beautiful.”

“Thank you, Andrew.” She smiled as her clit throbbed.

We have more people to meet,” he said, his tone lighter now. “Try not to make too many enemies before the night is over.”

“No promises.” She smirked.

“That’s my girl.” Andrew chuckled, his arm tightening around her as he led her back into the fold of the elite.

The next hour passed in a blur of polite conversation and subtle innuendos. Andrew’s hand never left Lila’s waist, his fingers a constant reminder of his presence, while the pulsing between her legs reminded her of his control. She did her best to keep her composure, her posture straight, her breathing even, but the subtle waves of pleasure were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

Many guests of the night focused on Olivia, discussing her brilliance, her talent, her achievements. Lila was able to remain silent for most of these conversations, allowing her to focus on staying calm and keeping her composure. She had expected people to be more interested in the fact that Andrew had a new companion, but no one asked.

Every time someone brought up the conversation of Andrew looking for investors, he would let them speak briefly, only to redirect them toward another subject. It was clear that he had no intention of discussing his plans in front of Lila, and she couldn’t blame him. She knew nothing about the world of business, and she would only end up making a fool of herself if she tried to engage in such conversations.