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left moves over,
giving me space to sit.  When I do, they each loop a leg over one of mine,
effectively holding me down.
    “Would you
like a drink?” the other blonde whispers to me, her full lips mere centimeters
from my ear. 
    “Yes,” I
answer.  “Whiskey.  Neat.”
    “Done,” she
answers.  She slips away and while she’s gone, her blonde friend massages
my thigh, then slips her fingers around to my lower back, soothing my tired
muscles. 
    Within
minutes, the other girl comes back with a glass of whiskey on a tray, and a
black velvet blindfold.
    “Amy wants you
to wear this,” she says softly.  “Let me help you with it.”  Bending
forward, her soft tits envelop my face as she slides the blindfold over my
head.  I inhale her feminine scent, soft and flowery. 
    “Now what?” I
ask as I lean back, totally blind. 
    “Now, enjoy
your flight,” the girl says brightly. 
    And I fully
intend to.  
    But as they
softly stroke my back, my thighs, my face, my chest… their soothing touches have
the opposite effect on me than they intend.  Because I’ve been up and
on-set for ten hours today, I’m exhausted. 
    Instead of
turning me on, their soothing touches put me to sleep. 
    When I wake, we’ve
landed in Amsterdam and Amy is glaring at me from across the plane.
    “Seriously?”
she demands.  “I went out of my way to plan the perfect evening for
you.  I have everything you could possibly want on board this plane… and
you went to sleep?   What the hell, Dominic?”
    I can’t help
but grin at this, just a little.   She’s pissed. 
    “I’m sorry,” I
tell her as soothingly as I can.   “I’m exhausted and
jet-lagged.  It’s not a reflection on you.  Or of your sexy
assistants.”  I glance at them and find that they’re fully clothed now.
“I’m sorry,” I tell them.  “I didn’t meant offend you.”
    They both
smile warmly.  “Not a problem,” one says.  “We’ll can pick up where
we left off later.”
    I glance at
Amy and raise an eyebrow.  “Later?”
    She nods in
satisfaction. 
    “I told you…
you’ll fuck me by the time this night is over.  We’re all going to Sin’s
party.  And we all know… if something freaky doesn’t happen at one of his
parties, then it’s not meant to happen.”
    I have to give
her that.  My brother’s parties are beyond the normal….so far beyond the
norm that they’re off the map. 
    I nod, not
committing, but not declining, either. 
    As we deplane,
I have a brief memory, a fleeting vision of one other time, years ago, when I’d
been at a party and had gotten the worst phone call of my life.   The
night that had changed my life forever. The night that had crushed my heart
into ash. 
    I reach into
my pocket, twisting the pendant round and round in my fingers. 
    I can’t feel
anything, not anymore.  So what I have to do is go through the
motions.  And if that means trying to do crazy, kinky, sexual things just
to be able to feel something, I’ll do it. 
    Because
honestly, I haven’t decided what’s worse:  not being able to feel
something, or being so stuck in the pain of the past that I’m paralyzed with
it.   For six years, I’ve held out the hope that I’ll come
around.  That the pain will stop. That I’ll miraculously become
normal. 
    But slowly,
I’m coming to terms with the fact that it isn’t going to happen. 
    I’m not normal.
    There’s no use
pretending to be. 
    And if I’m
going to hell for all the shit that I do, I might as well make the crime fits
the punishment. 
    Until I burn
in hell, I might as well make every single moment worth it. 
    Starting
tonight.

Chapter Six
     
     
    Sin’s
penthouse suite is the entire top floor of a glitzy hotel in the center of the
city.  Sin never does anything understated.  He prefers to be the
center of attention at any given time and he always pulls it off with
panache. 
    Amy, me and her
two ‘assistants’ push through the throngs of