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around you like clouds. Some several dozen feet in front of us, at the center of the suite, is a bed as big as a room.
    “I don’t know why they make it like this,” Julius says. “I mean, it’s an interesting concept, but it should have just stayed on paper. It’s a pain to use anything here.”
    I laugh. “At least the bed’s on the ground.”
    He nods. “So, would you like to take a shower?”
    “Of course. I’ll be ready for you in just a few minutes.” I know he has something to tell me, but I’ll let him get to it in his time.
    I toss off my clothes and hurry to the shower. It’s just a marked, slightly recessed space in the floor near the rising wall—the water falls warmly from what seems like empty space.  I look out over the dark, sprawling city, the crumbling tenements, the soft glow of blazing furnaces in the distance, a haze of deep, quiet devastation over it all. The way this room acts as a perfect cinema for watching all the city, I have to believe that my home is truly meant for rich and powerful men who delight in watching it wallow.
    Yet, I can’t imagine that Julius enjoys it.  I want to turn around, to see if he’s ignoring the city, but I know the answer. I can feel his eyes trained on me, on my back. I move slowly, with what I hope is a sexual energy to make him ache. I bend over at the waist to wash between my thighs, and behind my knees, and down to my toes.
    When I’m finished I step out and hot air is blasted over me, drying me quickly. Julius is standing by the bed, watching me, my new dress for the evening slung over one arm.
    I place my hand on his arm over the dress. “Miss me?”
    “Only when I blinked.”
    I go to take the dress, but Julius lets it drop to the floor before my fingers can wrap around it. His lips are upon me, pressing hard against mine. There’s no finesse, just raw need. I meet him with equal fury and our tongues pierce inside each other’s mouths, dancing, or perhaps even fighting. I wrap my arms around him, clawing at his shoulder blades, tearing off his vest. I can feel his cock hard, pressing through his pants into my stomach.
    Vest, tie, shirt—off. Pants—unbuckled, unzipped, removed. I begin to slither down his muscular chest, trailing kisses and flicks of my tongue along as I go. I feel the heat of his powerful manhood against my neck, and then my chin. I kiss over his short, neatly trimmed pubic hair and to the base of his cock. It throbs against the flesh of my soft throat as I carefully trace a line up his thick, beastly appendage. As I touch the tip with my lips, I leave a dramatic pause.
    My mouth snaps open and slides just barely over the head before Julius has scooped me up and tossed me on the bed. He pushes open my thighs roughly. I’m wet enough already to take him right this moment, so I’m surprised when his face dives between my legs and settles on my soaking sex. His tongue circles my clit for a moment before slipping hungrily inside of me. My hands clamp down on his head as my back arches and I writhe against the pillow.
    I’ve forgotten why I’m here. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. The only thing I can think of is this man I might love touching me in a way no one ever has. I’ve never been tasted there, and now I feel a pooling, burning heat building deep in my stomach.  It’s a desire that fills me with emptiness—I need to be filled. Somehow, I never want this to end, yet I need it to. It’s too much, I feel like I’m losing myself. Again, I’m afraid.
    I tug at his hair as I try to shift my body under him. I need his cock inside me. It’s what I know—I know how to be pleasured by that. And I know how to give him pleasure that way.
    His hand shoots up and presses down against my chest as he goes back to work, thrusting with his tongue, and gently letting his teeth graze against my labia. I groan and press back into the sheets, defeated, as his hand on my chest grasps a breast and massages, rolling my