Belle Unbound Pt. 09

If you're just joining Belle's story, here's what you need to know:

Somewhere out past the dusty roads of 1990s Mississippi, far from curious neighbors or the safety of town, Billy's life was quietly stolen and replaced with someone new--Belle. The change wasn't his choice, but over time, resistance gave way to survival, and survival began to feel a lot like desire. Now, Belle isn't just a pawn in her twisted neighbor Mr. Carver's game. She's learning to play along, using his obsession to carve out small freedoms wherever she can.

Through Carver, she was drawn into the Circle--a secretive criminal network of powerful men who collect and control girls like her. That's where she met Red: bold, sharp-tongued, and owned by the local police chief.

Red is more than just another trapped girl. She's vibrant, rebellious--someone who makes Belle feel seen. In just one day together, they found something Belle thought she'd lost: friendship, understanding, and maybe even something more. The deeper she sinks into this world, the blurrier the line becomes between pretending and becoming. But if there's any way out, Belle knows one thing for sure--she won't take it alone.

But escape won't be easy. Carver still holds the reins, and if Belle wants to survive, she'll have to keep playing his game. The difference now? She's done being his helpless doll. She's learning how to win.

And maybe her old friend from school Tyler can help her? But how will he feel about her transformation?

In the last episode, Belle was near the end of her training at the lodge and set to seduce a young member of the Circle. But she was betrayed and humiliated by Natalie and taken to a secret room for punishment by the Matron, who runs the rule over the girls. The Matron turned out to be a 'girl' just like Belle and she wanted her way with the pretty young Belle. But Belle used her skills to show the Matron the time of her life.

Exhausted and used, Belle must get back to the others and her love, Red.

This is an ongoing thriller, so it will have dark twists and turns. But Belle is our heroine, and is determined she wont be a victim of the circle for ever.

All characters are over 18 and this is a complete work of fantasy and nothing more.

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The monitoring room

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The door clicked shut behind Matron, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room.

The heavy scent of perfume and sex lingered in the air.

I stood in silence, my heart thudding against my ribs, feeling the hot sting of ass after Matron's large cock had penetrated it hard still fresh and painful. My jaw was sore and my throat dry from deep throating that monster.

My breath came shallow, and my fingers trembled as I smoothed back on my disheveled dress. My stockings were now half down my legs, I hitched them up, noticing cum stains on the sheer nylon that would be obvious to all.

"Well, there's no mistaking it, I'm a well-used lil' whore." I couldn't help but laugh at the state I was in.

Matron had left me to work my own way back to the dorms. That wasn't like her at all. Normally she'd escort us around, ensure I didn't get up into any mischief or see anything we shouldn't.

I let out a slow, shuddering breath. I had survived, and I had the marks and stains to prove it. But I'd also won. Using every skill the Circle and Carver had tried to force into me, I had turned the tables, leaving Matron flushed and dazed, her sharp control momentarily dulled.

Still barefoot, holding my heels in her hand, I padded into the hallway on my silent, stockinged toes.

The private wing of the lodge felt cold and clinical, a stark contrast to the rich velvet and silk of the public rooms. The walls were bare, the floor dark wood, polished to a dull sheen. The faint hum of machinery echoed from somewhere nearby.

Although I hadn't seen myself, I could guess I looked a disaster. When I'd sucked off the Matron she'd cum over my face in a large shower. Although I'd wiped most of it off, she could feel some dried into her face and hair. And as I walked a good amount leaked out of my poor abused asshole.

I could still feel the warm glow on my ass as the material on my dress rubbed against the welts where Matron had whipped me with the crop.

For a second I imagined the grin Natalie would have if she saw me in this state. Her rival taken down a peg, used and abused. I could feel the anger boil inside of me.

My eyes scanned for a bathroom or somewhere I could wash my face, sort out my outfit, try and not look such a mess, but the twisting corridor only led deeper into the labyrinth of offices. I passed a door marked "Inventory", then another with "Security Office" etched in brass. Still no luck, and now I was starting to worry about how much I didn't belong here.

I padded down the dark quiet hallway, a creeping fear was starting to crawl over me. I'd suffered one punishment, what would happen if I was caught in this private area? But I just couldn't face the others, particularly the nasty Natalie, looking such a well-fucked mess.

And as the buzz of the moment was wearing off I could feel my ass crying out in pain with each step, a mix of the whipping and the hard fucking I'd had not even half an hour ago.

I cursed my sex drive for making calls my body struggled to cash, now the after glow of the sex had diminished.

A third door opened just ahead.

A guard stepped out, a paper cup of coffee in hand. He didn't notice me immediately, distracted as he turned to close the door behind him.

I froze, my breath caught in my throat.

The sign on the door read "Monitoring Room".

The guard looked hispanic, wearing a brown uniform that stretched around a large stomach. He wasn't one of the burly security guards I was used to seeing. This was a man who spent his days sat on his wide ass getting softer and fatter as he gazed at screens.

He muttered to himself as he walked away, something about being sat too long without some snacks.

The door clicked but didn't latch.

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing with possibility.

I pushed the door open just enough to slip inside unseen. As I did bright blue lights inside blinded me for a moment until my eyes adjusted.

The room smelled of stale coffee and electronic heat. The walls were covered in monitors, a flickering web of black-and-white and muted color feeds, each screen showing a different corner of the lodge and club.

I recognized the dim glow of the lounge where I'd been paired with the young businessman and Natalie. On another screen, I saw Red and Vanessa seated together with their assigned target--a tall, silver-haired man in a crisp suit that screamed old money.

Red's eyes sparkled with playful mischief I knew so well. Her dress a deep crimson, plunging at the neckline and cinched at the waist to exaggerate her curves. Bare shoulders gleamed under the soft lights. Vanessa's gown, a sleek black number with a slit running dangerously high, left little to the imagination.

They leaned in toward their companion, their smiles coy and full of suggestion.

My chest tightened, a mix of protectiveness, jealousy and helpless yearning twisting my insides.

My gaze shifted back to the console.

A volume knob caught my eye. I turned it slowly, the static fading into whispered voices.

"... just say the word, sweetheart." The silver-haired man's voice oozed false charm.

"Careful now," Red purred, her tone syrupy sweet. "We wouldn't want to get into trouble, would we?"

The man chuckled, low and greedy.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to look away. I turned the volume down, not wanting to hear any more.

To my right, shelves lined the wall. Rows of tapes in blue boxes. And then to the other side a cupboard with a glass door, inside more neatly labeled tapes filled the space.

I squinted, the names on the labels coming into focus.

Senator Roderick Davis.

Judge Harold Lindstrom.

Reverend Paul Whitaker.

My pulse skipped. Reverend Whitaker... I remembered Delilah used to watch him on TV regularly.

He was one of those TV preachers, always tanned with bright white teeth, a slicked-back pompadour was how I remembered him. I also remembered Delilah giving him a large amount of Pa's inheritance, hoping his blessing would release her from her sins.

"Well, that didn't work to well for my poor old wicked step-ma did it?" I thought to myself, remembering how I'd got Carver to stitch her up as payback for all the things she'd done to me.

I grabbed the tape and slid it into the player. My eyes darting back to the door, listening for any sign of the guard returning. Adrenaline was starting to kick in.

The screen flickered.

The preacher appeared, stripped of his sanctimony and dignity, tangled in compromising positions with a girl who couldn't have been any older than me. His voice filled the room, lecherous and snarling. The girl was dressed in a college style uniform, with a short pleated check skirt, her shirt open revealing small breasts, her hair in two pigtails. As she lay back on the bed, exposing herself, I could see she was like the rest of the girls here.

"Do as I say, girl. That's what you're here for."

I could see the look of fear in the girls eyes as she submissively did what she was told, rolling onto her front, her legs bent over the edge of the bed while the good Reverend slide up in between her legs to fuck her, slapping her ass hard as he did so.

I could see her pain, feel it, as he entered her. I'd been there too. I wondered if the girl could switch her brain to try and enjoy it, like I had learned to do. But from her panicked face, full of fear and sadness, I didn't think she could.

My stomach churned and teeth clenched. I'd seen enough.

I hit eject and shoved the tape back into its case, my hands shaking. This is how they keep them all in line. How they have so much money and power. It's leverage. Blackmail. Control. And we're the bait. Grooming, training and then using and abusing us. And probably disposing of us when we're no longer useful.

My breath came in short, panicked bursts. I finally understood the Circle now. I knew what they were.

I stepped away from the console and reached for the door--

Footsteps in the corridor. The guard had returned.

I barely had time to duck behind a filing cabinet as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, a sandwich in one hand, his coffee balanced precariously in the other.

He muttered something about missed dinners and sat down at the console.

My pulse thundered in her ears. I crouched low, the thin material of my stockings not protecting my knees as they dug into the cold concrete floor. The guard took a bite of his sandwich, crumbs falling onto his lap as he flicked through the feeds.

The largest screen flicked on, it looked like he'd found what he wanted to watch. From where I was I couldn't see what he was looking at clearly.

Then Red's familiar voice filled the room from the speakers.

"Is that all you've got?" she teased in that southern voice like honey.

The guard chuckled under his breath as he watched her on screen. "You've got no idea, sweetheart," he murmured to himself, his eyes locked on the screen.

I heard Red's voice again "Oh baby, let's see what's in here. Oh boy, that's a mighty fine cock mister. Mind if Vanessa and I give it a lil taste?"

The guard leaned forward, putting his food down on the table, his hands moved to his crotch, his hard-on visible in the brown uniform.

"God you red-headed little bitch. I'd love to have you suck on my cock. You're the best one of those sissy faggots. I'd cover you in my cum any day beautiful."

My vision tunnelled. Hands clenched into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms.

The guard leaned closer, his gaze dark with hunger. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, masturbating to the scene on the screen. To my Red.

The smell of sweat and the musk of his cock was strong, I was now only a few feet away under the table. It was gross, but my brain was now wired to be turned on by that specific smell. Despite what I'd been through, despite the position I was in, I was starting to get turned on.

My god they were turning me into such a whore.

I could hear Red giving a blowjob, Deep-throat by the 'gluk, gluk, gluk' noises I could hear. This only made the guard pull on his penis harder, his voice making low grunting noises mixed with the odd expletive about what he would do to my lovely beautiful Red.

I forced myself to breathe, quiet and steady. I had to focus, this was my best chance to get out of here.

I crawled along the floor, inching toward the door. Every creak of the wood beneath me sent a fresh wave of terror crashing through my veins. The guard shifted, turning his head just enough that my heart leapt into my throat--

He reached for his coffee.

I crawled and slid out the door, breathless. Not wishing to make a sound.

Once in the hall, I pressed my back against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut as the adrenaline surged through my limbs.

I padded silently and quickly back toward my dorm, not wanting to be in this area any longer.

I made it out into the garden, crossing over the manicured flower beds.

Of course of all the people I bumped into it would have to be her.

Natalie walking towards me, confident in her stride, a wicked grin across her face that soon turned to laughter as she saw me 'slut walking' back to my dorm.

For some reason, I just didn't care. In fact it made me laugh. I held my head high and gave her my biggest smile back, reflecting her confidence with my fire.

"Evening Natalie, hope you had a nice evening with that small prick. I had a nice meaty cock in both my holes, it was delicious. Would you like a taste? There's some dripping out of my ass if you want to lick it clean for me?"

I saw her laughter turn to shock as I passed her, my head still up high. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. If she wanted me to be a slut, I could be a slut.

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An idea forms

I slipped into bed after a long shower and moisturising my battered body. I applied some cream to my most tender spots, hoping it would heal them quickly.

I slipped into bed naked, not bothering with the silly sissy night dress we were supposed to wear. I was half asleep when Red sneaked in.

She slipped into the shower and then walked out naked, her body perfect in the soft moonlight. I pulled the covers back, welcoming her in and our warm bodies touched.

"Belle, are you ok? I heard something happened with that bitch Natalie and Matron took you to be punished."

I looked at her sleepily and gave her a warm smile and an even warmer kiss.

"It's ok lover, I handled it. Snuggle up with me, keep me warm."

She smiled and returned my kiss, before pulling my body tight to hers. Soon I was back fast asleep.

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The next day we were given an easy one according to the schedule. As usual we dressed in our uniforms, ensuring all the creases were perfect, our white socks pulled up just so, our patent heels as shiny as could be.

Matron was in a good mood. I laughed to myself "I wonder why?"

She told us that tomorrow we were expecting the a special client. She would pick two girls to look after his every need. The rest of the girls were to please the lesser members of the circle.

She took a dramatic pause to announce the Head Girl. I couldn't help but laugh at the double meaning that title carried in this place.

"And this week's Head Girl, chosen to please our special client, is... Miss Belle."

She delivered the announcement with that signature sharp smile, clearly relishing the tension in the room.

I blinked, stunned. I had never expected to hear my name--I'd been sure it would go to Natalie.

Red pulled me into a quick hug, her eyes bright with excitement for me. Given what I was expected to do, I wasn't sure how much of a prize it really was.

I walked up to Matron, her gaze dripping with the same lust I'd seen in her the night before.

"Belle has proven herself an able and fast learner," she said, addressing the room. "We believe her beauty, youth, and grace will be well suited to our client's preferences. Congratulations."

My eyes sought out Natalie. There she was, face like thunder. The sight made my smile a little wider--I could only imagine how much it stung.

"Now, Belle," Matron continued, "you'll need a partner for tonight. Someone you feel comfortable with. Someone you can perform with."

There was no hesitation. "Matron, ma'am, I'd like to choose Red."

I felt a flicker of guilt--knowing she'd have to endure the same things I would--but I couldn't face the night alone. Having her beside me would make it easier. When I looked at her, she was already grinning from ear to ear.

As I sat back down, she leaned over and whispered, "Well if ya hadn't picked me, sugar, I'd have kicked you outta my bed tonight!"

Matron then dismissed us for the day, telling us we were free to enjoy ourselves--massages, facials, tanning, whatever we pleased. I couldn't help but think: they just want their meat fresh and tasty.

As we got up to leave, Matron called Natalie over. I could see the fear flash on her eyes as Matron sternly pulled her away from the rest of us. I almost felt sorry. Almost.

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Matron had told Red and I that there was a dossier on our bed about the target tonight. We were expected to know all about him so we could fan his ego.

The hallway stretched ahead, cool marble beneath my bare feet. Red's hand was warm in mine as we made our way back to our room. After last night--the punishment, the revelation, the rush of victory and now having a carefree day with the one I loved --I felt lighter than I had in weeks.

Even the air seemed fresher today.

"Head girl for the week: Belle."

The words still rang in my ears. A choice designed to reward and punish in equal measure--an opportunity and a trap. I was supposed to be flattered. Honored. The Circle always made it look like power was a gift. But I knew better now.

I pushed the door open to our dorm room and let Red enter first. The room was just as we left it: the smooth silk bedspread untouched, the faint scent of jasmine still lingering in the air. The dossier lay on the small oak table by the window--neatly bound, innocent-looking. My name scrawled in elegant cursive across the top.

"Head girl perks," Red teased, flopping onto the bed with a grin. "We're moving up in the world."

I smiled at her, my heart quickening as I crossed the room. I didn't really feel like smiling though.

The cover felt cool beneath my fingertips as I opened the dossier.

A photograph stared up at me. I knew that face--

Him.

My breath caught.

Time folded. I was thirteen again, sitting by the pool at Tyler's house, my knees scabbed from climbing trees and my hair smelling of chlorine. His father, with his perfect politician's smile, walked past us, a glass of iced tea in one hand and a cellphone in the other. His white polo shirt tucked just so into his pressed khakis. He had looked right through me.

Billy had barely been a shadow to a man like that.

The name printed neatly under the photograph dragged me back into the present:

Senator James Hargrove.

Tyler's father.

My hands tightened around the edges of the folder. The world seemed to tilt. Red's voice was distant, a murmur of something playful I couldn't process. I skimmed the next few lines, my eyes darting over words like morality platform, family values, governor race.

And then:

Not a member of the Circle.

Of course. This wasn't about him joining their ranks. It was about leverage--control. They wanted him compromised, ensnared. Power meant knowing the cracks in every man's armor, and James Hargrove had plenty of cracks. And I was expected to open those cracks tonight.

My stomach twisted. Tyler, wherever he was, had no idea what his father really was. Did he? I pictured him laughing beside me by the pool, water droplets glistening on his skin as he splashed me. Carefree, unburdened by the lies that now filled these pages.

Red's hand slid over mine, her fingers warm and grounding. "You okay?"

I forced a smile, closing the folder with deliberate calm. The weight of it burned against my palms. Don 't let them see you crack.

"We should relax," I said, my voice steady. "Let's hit the jacuzzi. It's been a long week."

Red raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Now you're talking."

I grabbed a towel, slipping out of my uniform and into the sleek black bikini that lay folded in the wardrobe. The thin straps hugged my shoulders, the fabric cool against my skin. It felt too small--too revealing--particularly as some of the welts on my ass hadn't healed yet, but I was past shame.

Red watched me from the bed, her eyes half-lidded with something between affection and heat. Her own swimsuit was her usual red, in an equally daring cut.

"Come on," I said, and together we stepped into the sun-drenched courtyard.

The jacuzzi bubbled invitingly, steam curling into the crisp morning air. I sank into the warmth, the noise enveloping us in a cocoon of sound. Safe. Or safer.

Red slid in beside me, her leg brushing mine under the water. She leaned back, eyes closed, her smile peaceful.

I watched her, my heart a tangled knot of fear and longing. What am I going to do?

The sun cast a lazy glow across the pool, the soft bubbling of the jacuzzi serving as a shield of noise against prying ears. Red and I sat thigh to thigh, her bare skin warm against mine, our legs stretched into the swirling water. The scent of chlorine hung in the humid air, mingling with the floral notes from the gardens that wrapped around the retreat's grounds. My mind churned like the water, my thoughts racing ahead into dangerous places.

"Red..." My voice came out low, almost drowned by the gurgle of the jets. I glanced sideways, taking in the curve of her lips and the contented tilt of her head as she basked in the sunlight.

"Hmm?" Her eyes opened halfway, catching me in their steady blue gaze.

I took a breath. "I needed to tell you something. Something about... tonight."

That pulled her out of her haze. She shifted, turning fully toward me, her hand finding my arm. "What is it? You're scarin' me, Belle."

I tilted my head back and let my thoughts spin. I had to tell her--everything. The weight inside me needed to come out.

"I knew him," I finally said, my voice low but clear.

Red sat up slightly, water cascading off her shoulders. "Who? The client?" She leaned in, her sharp gaze full of curiosity.

I nodded. "His name was Hargrove. Tyler Hargrove's father."

"Tyler?" she repeated, clearly unfamiliar with the name. "Who's that?"

I sighed, a bittersweet pang tightening in my chest as memories surged forward. "When I was a kid... back when I was Billy... he was my best friend. My protector, really. I was small, shy, and not exactly tough. Tyler was different--confident, strong, popular. But he never let anyone hurt me. He always had my back. I never knew why, but he just... did." The ache in my voice surprised even me.

Red watched me quietly, her brows furrowed. "Was he sweet on you?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, it wasn't like that. We were just friends. He didn't see me that way. And I doubt he ever really noticed me the way I noticed him." A faint smile crept across my lips, tinged with sadness. "I looked up to him. He had everything I didn't--looks, charm, confidence. But he was kind. I never forgot that."

"And his father?" Red's question pulled me back to the present. "What was the deal there?"

I stiffened. "Mr. Hargrove was always... distant. One of those slick, charming types. The kind of man who showed up at barbecues in a polo shirt, all smiles, but with nothing behind his eyes. I didn't think he ever noticed me--just one of the neighborhood kids hanging around. But seeing him now, here... it was disgusting. He was this shining beacon of family values and moral righteousness. All a lie."

Red sat back, letting that sink in. The tension between us grew heavier, pressing in like the steam in the air.

"You think he'd recognize you?" she asked.

"No," I said, more certain than I felt. "I've changed so much. I'm not the same person. And he never really noticed Billy. Why would he see Belle now?"

Her eyes narrowed, worry creasing her forehead. "That doesn't mean we're safe. If you've got a connection to him, that's dangerous."

"I know." My voice trembled slightly, but I steadied it. "That's why we need to be careful."

I took a pause for a moment, looking around to see if we were being watched.

"There's more, Red." My voice dropped further, a whisper just loud enough for her ears.

"After Matron... after she was done with me... I found a room. A monitoring room. They've been recording everything. Every night. Every man. Every girl. There were tapes. I watched one..." I swallowed hard, the image of the evangelist's face twisting with lust while girl paralysed with fear looked at him flashing in my mind. "It's blackmail. That's how they keep power. And they're going to do the same to him."

Red sucked in a breath, her eyes darting toward the entrance to the pool area as if expecting Matron or one of the guards to appear. "Holy hell, Belle. That's... that's massive."

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a hot whisper. "And you think you can use it?"

The plan was a half-formed, reckless thing, but it had roots. "If we get the tape... If we get it before they use it against him... Maybe I can contact Tyler. He might help. He's decent. Loyal. And if he knows what's happening..." My voice faltered, a tremor of fear curling around the edges.

"But I don't know if he'll even talk to me. What if he sees me like this and..." I clenched my fists. "What if he's disgusted? Or worse, what if he finds out what I... what I'll have to do with his father tonight?"

"Hey, stop that." Red's hand cupped my cheek, tilting my face toward hers. "You don't know how he'll react. Maybe he'll be shocked, sure. But you're still you, Belle. Anyone worth a damn will see that."

The warmth of her hand steadied me. "You really think so?"

"I know so." Her grin was small but fierce. "Besides, if he turns out to be a coward, we'll find another way. But I'm with you, whatever happens. We'll figure it out."

I exhaled slowly, my chest loosening under her unwavering gaze. "This could go bad, Red. So bad."

"Yeah, no kidding." Her laugh was soft, a little sharp around the edges. "But you've got a knack for walking through fire and coming out with barely a singe. And I'm a quick learner."

I smiled despite the ache in my stomach. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"That's why we make such a good pair." She dropped her hand, but her fingers laced through mine, squeezing gently. "So. What's the next move?"

"We survive tonight." I squeezed back, letting the certainty of her touch fuel my courage. "And then we steal that tape."

The rest of the day floated by like a strange, glittering dream. Red and I spent the afternoon with the other girls, laughing under the sun and taking full advantage of the luxurious amenities. We sipped fruity drinks by the pool, our toes dipping into the water, the heat of the sun warming our skin. Later, we indulged in massages that left us feeling like melted butter, and facials that promised radiant, flawless complexions.

We lost ourselves in the pretense of pampering, in the illusion of freedom.

But as the sun dipped behind the lodge, the weight of the night ahead settled on my shoulders.

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When we returned to our room, the door clicked shut behind us, and the tension tightened like a corset. Waiting on the bed were our outfits, heels, and two small boxes.

I lifted my dress with trembling hands. It was a halter-neck mini-dress, shimmering gold like liquid sunlight, the material soft but structured, clinging in all the right places. The front plunged into a deep cowl that promised to reveal more than it concealed, while the back was completely open, a delicate cascade of ties running down my spine. Slits climbed high up each side of the skirt, held together with slender knots that exposed teasing glimpses of bare skin. The whole piece sparkled with a metallic sheen, catching the light like something alive.

Red held up her dress--identical, but in a vibrant emerald green that mirrored the fire in her eyes.

"Damn," she whistled, giving it a shake. "If this doesn't knock 'em dead, nothing will."

I smirked, nerves twisting with excitement and dread. "We'll be lucky if we survive the night."

I picked up the box and peered inside. A small silver butt plug with an amber gem glinted up at me. Red showed me hers--emerald, of course. She gave me a lopsided look and a half-smile.

The things they made us do.

After a quick shower together, we dried off and began to get ready.

We peeled out of our soft robes, letting them fall to the floor around our now naked bodies, and began the transformation. My short golden bob gleamed under the lights as I carefully swept shimmering powder over my cheekbones, blending soft gold hues across my eyelids to match the dress. My lips took on a glossy nude sheen, warm and inviting.

Red, with her pixie-cut fiery hair, went bolder--her emerald eyes framed in smoldering copper shadows, her lips a fierce, seductive red. Her high cheekbones looked sharper, more dangerous.

"Glitter," she announced, grabbing the jar of body lotion infused with golden sparkles. She popped it open, the rich, pearlescent cream catching the light as she dipped her fingers in.

"Come here," she said, grinning.

Laughing, I held out my arms, and she spread the lotion in slow, playful strokes, the glitter melting into my skin. Her hands glided over my shoulders, down my arms, over my legs, along my back and around my thighs. Her touch was warm and teasing, and I couldn't help but shiver as the lotion left a shimmering trail behind.

I returned the favor, smoothing the sparkles over her slender arms and up her bare back. She giggled when I tickled her ribs, and for a moment, we lost ourselves in the intimacy of touch--the shared glow of our secrets.

Then it was time for the plugs. We decided to make it a little more fun by doing each other. I dropped some lube on the bulb head while Red bent over her perfect pale ass, her long legs wide apart. I could see her delicious puckered pink hole, I pulled my face close and licked it, making Red shiver and squeal with delight. Then I started to probe a lubed finger in her, soothing the passage for the plug and warming her up.

"Oooh, not too much sweetness, you'll have me too horny to think in a second.

I slowly push the plug in, edging it in, finally the pop and it's inside. The emerald gleaming at me from that perfect butt.

Red returned the favour. It was all I can do to not ask her to fuck me with it then and there.

We slipped on some satin thong panties, gold to match my dress, emerald to match Red's.

Next came the heels--gold strappy sandals for both of us, with high four-inch heels that sculpted our legs and accentuated every curve. Finally, we slipped into our slinky, short dresses.

When we were done, we stepped back to admire each other. The tiny dresses revealed everything; we only had to bend over slightly to show it all. Red looked fierce--a goddess of fire and emeralds. Her legs gleamed with the sheen of the lotion, and the slashes up her dress revealed teasing flashes of smooth, bare skin.

My own reflection startled me--the plunging cowl, the bare back, the daring slits. The golden shimmer of the dress clung to every curve, catching the light with each movement.

"Wow," Red breathed, her eyes flicking over me. "You look..."

"So do you," I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from her.

Her smile faltered, a flicker of fear creeping in. "We're really doing this, aren't we?"

"We are." My voice trembled with the truth. "And we'll get through it. Together."

"Together," she echoed, slipping her hand into mine. Her grip was warm, steady.

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The client

We walked toward the bar, our heels clicking in unison. Ahead of us, Matron blocked our path.

"Evening, girls. I approve of your look. Well done. Don't let me down this evening. Mr. Hargrove expects a little show from you two."

We nodded, accepting what we had to do.

"As a little added incentive," she added with a smirk, "Mr. Hargrove has a certain key that might unlock certain things."

She had to mean our cock cages. It felt like so long since my penis had been free. I ached for Red to be able to touch it--to touch hers. Those bastards knew exactly how to get what they wanted.

"Ma'am, we'll blow his socks off, won't we, Belle?" Red said defiantly, making Matron smirk again.

The bar area hummed with low conversation and soft, sultry music as we stepped inside. Red's fingers brushed mine, a subtle anchor in the swirling sea of people. My pulse quickened at the sight of her friends lounging near the bar--Maya, with her dark, mischievous eyes, and Tia, leaning back with a knowing grin. Their gazes landed on us, widening slightly as they took in our matching dresses.

"Well, don't you two look like trouble," Maya purred, her lips curving with delight. "A golden goddess and her fiery siren. Perfect together."

Tia smirked. "All that sparkle, and yet you're still stealing each other's light. It's almost unfair."

Heat rose in my cheeks. I felt naked under their knowing looks, the metallic fabric of my dress clinging to every curve, leaving my back and most of my sides bare. The thin ties at my hips felt like they might unravel if I so much as breathed wrong.

Red laughed and struck a playful pose, twirling so her emerald dress caught the light. "Just trying to give the Circle something to talk about. We aim to please."

"Oh, you please plenty," Tia teased, raising her glass in a mock toast. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That's a short list," Red fired back, making them both laugh.

I smiled along, but the banter washed over me like waves crashing against a rock. My focus was already ahead--at the far end of the room, where Mr. Hargrove waited. The man was imposing, even from here. Tall, broad-shouldered, and still fit from his days as a college football star, his suit hung just right on his athletic frame. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed back, and his politician's smile was already on full display.

And those eyes--calculating, predatory.

I froze for a heartbeat too long.

Red nudged me with her hip, her voice soft. "Relax. I've got you baby." She winked before leading us forward.

As we approached, Mr. Hargrove's gaze swept over us, lingering a little too long on my bare skin.

"Well, aren't I the lucky one tonight," he drawled, flashing teeth too perfect to be real. "Two beautiful creatures just for me? I must have done something right."

"Or something very wrong," Red teased, her voice syrupy sweet.

He laughed--deep, confident, as if he owned the room. As if he owned us. "A sharp tongue. I like that."

I offered a polite smile, keeping my lips pressed together, terrified my voice would betray me. Red stepped in seamlessly.

"You haven't seen sharp yet," she quipped, letting her hand trail suggestively over his arm. "But we can be sweet too, if the mood's right."

"Oh, I think it's perfect." His eyes flicked between us, his grin widening as we pressed closer. "What do I call my temptations?"

"Red," she purred. "And this is Belle."

"Belle," he repeated, rolling the name around like a fine wine. His gaze locked on me, sending a chill down my spine. "There's something familiar about you. Have we met before?"

I stiffened. My heart thudded in my chest. "No," I whispered, forcing a Southern lilt into my voice. "I'm from Georgia."

His eyes narrowed slightly, his interest piqued. "Georgia, you say? I know Georgia well. Which part?"

"Savannah," I lied quickly, my pulse roaring in my ears.

"Savannah... charming place." He studied me a moment longer, as if searching for a memory just out of reach. "And yet, I could swear I've seen those eyes before."

Red laughed lightly, slipping an arm around my waist and drawing his attention away. "Careful now, Mr. Hargrove. Looking too deep into these eyes might just steal your soul."

He chuckled, the moment passing, and gestured toward the bar. "Let's have a drink, shall we? To a night full of... possibilities."

We followed him to the bar, and I felt the weight of every camera, every hidden lens, recording our every move. Red kept the conversation flowing--playful, flirty, perfectly in control. I sipped the drink he ordered for me, my fingers trembling slightly around the glass.

When we slid into a booth, his hands wandered. One rested possessively on Red's thigh, the other traced my arm, his touch leaving a trail of revulsion in its wake.

"You're quite the pair," he murmured, eyes dark with hunger. "A rare treat."

"We like to share," Red whispered, leaning into me, her lips brushing my cheek. The performance was flawless--a lover's caress, intimate and alluring. My skin prickled under her touch, a mix of real warmth and the cold fear of being watched.

Hargrove's hand tightened slightly. "I could get used to this."

"Don't get too comfortable," Red teased, her eyes flashing. "We like to keep things interesting."

I smiled faintly, letting her words carry us, letting her protect me. My heart pounded with guilt--for Tyler, for his mother, who had always been so kind to me, unaware it seemed of what Mr. Hargrove might truly be capable of. But I stayed silent.

Hargrove leaned over. "So you girls are really, erm, you know, not always girls?"

We both giggled. Red leaned in and whispered "Do you want us to prove it to you mister?"

For the first time Hargrove looked a little nervous, out of his depth. Perhaps he'd played around, but nothing like what the Circle provided.

"It's just I've had some fun with femboys and such, but they were nothing like you. You don't seem like gay men, you seem, well like real women. I would have no idea. The way you walk, how you talk and obviously how you look. You both look a hundred percent like ladies. Beautiful ladies at that."

Red took a swig of her drink before cheekily replying "Well, with the right man we sure don't act like ladies."

I felt I needed to do something, acting so quiet while Red does all the talking. I rubbed my hand up her thigh, turned and kissed her neck gently. Hargrove was watching me the whole time.

Then I feel his hand on my leg, sliding up my thigh and under my short skirt. I felt him touch my panties underneath, I turn, gasping as I look at him.

"Well, well Belle, what do we have in here?"

Red, sharp as ever, replied "Some wicked people put a cage on us, stop us from getting too horny. We need a prince to come and unlock us, set us free so we can play with each other."

Red's tease was like rocket fuel for Hargrove, I could see how turned on he was getting.

"I think I'd really like to see you two kiss now."

Without needing much prompting we turned to each other, kissing deeply and passionately. This would be the one real thing tonight, how much we loved each other. Our passion would be an advantage for once.

"Holy shit you two are the real deal. I think I gonna need another drink."

Without thinking Red got up to get him another glass from the bar, I saw her turn, realising she was leaving me on my own. I winked that it was ok.

I decided to move in close to Hargrove, that way he couldn't get a good look at me. His hand was now firmly between my legs, rubbing up and down against the front of my panties.

"So mister, what would you like to do to us tonight? How can we please you?"

"Gosh you are so beautiful. Just perfect. Don't get me wrong your friend is a knock out, but there's something special about you hunny. I think we are going to have a lot of fun."

Red returned, balancing a tray with fresh glasses of champagne. She set one in front of me before sliding into the booth, draping an arm over my shoulders. Her touch was light but grounding--a subtle reminder: we were in this together.

Mr. Hargrove's hand was still on my thigh, his fingers brushing slow circles around the satin of my panties, the pressure possessive, driving me wild. The flimsy gold fabric between his finger and my caged cock felt more like an illusion than a barrier.

"You're quite the charmer, Mr. Hargrove," Red said, her eyes playful as she sipped her drink. She let her gaze sweep over him, lingering deliberately. "And quite... substantial."

Hargrove chuckled, the sound deep and indulgent. He spread his arms slightly, the picture of masculine pride. "I used to be more than that. All-American at Ole Miss. Tight end. We were unbeatable back in '73."

Red arched a brow, her lips curving with sly amusement. "A football star? That explains the shoulders." She let her hand rest on his arm, giving it a light squeeze. "Bet you gave the other boys hell."

"Damn right I did," he boasted. "Till I tore my ACL. Never quite recovered after that."

There was a brief flicker of something behind his eyes--regret, maybe--but it passed too quickly. He leaned closer, his tone softening. "Now my boy's carrying the torch. Big, strong, just like his old man. College ball. Got scouts looking his way."

My stomach knotted painfully. Of course I knew who he meant.

Tyler. My friend.

The name resounded like a strike of thunder in my mind, followed by a flash of Mrs. Hargrove's gentle smile and the warmth in Tyler's eyes as he'd stood between me and my worst fears. Guilt crashed into me, heavy and suffocating.

I took a slow sip of champagne, hoping it would settle the tremor in my hands. Hargrove's hand tightened on my leg, his thumb tracing a line up my inner thigh.

"So much promise in that boy," he murmured, oblivious to the storm inside me.

Red saved me with a laugh, her voice dripping with mischief. "Sounds like your son takes after you in more ways than one." She shifted, placing her hand on top of his and easing it gently back down my leg. "Bet the girls can't keep their hands off him either."

Hargrove's grin stretched wider, his ego thoroughly stroked. "He's a heartbreaker, all right."

Red shot me a quick, reassuring glance as she leaned into Hargrove, her cheek nearly brushing his. "Heartbreakers run in the family, don't they?"

Hargrove's eyes darkened as he leaned back, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He glanced between us, then tilted his head toward the exit. "Why don't we make this night even more memorable?" His voice dropped, smooth as silk. "Just the three of us. I've got a suite nearby."

Red's smile deepened--pure seduction with a hint of playful danger. She traced a finger along the edge of her glass before leaning in. "A private party?" she purred. "Now, how could we say no to that?"

My heart lurched, and my skin prickled with unease. The silky gold dress clung to my body like a second skin, leaving too much exposed. His hand on my thigh still lingered in my mind, even though it was gone now, a ghostly weight that wouldn't lift. A rush of shame knotted in my stomach--standing here beside Tyler's father, draped in glittering fabric and cheap temptation, so far from the girl they'd known.

Red rose first, offering her hand. I followed, my legs stiff as I stepped from the booth. Hargrove was already in motion, his large frame rising with the ease of a man who knew his own power. He placed a possessive hand on the small of my back, the heat of his palm burning through my bare skin as he guided us toward the hallway.

Every click of my heels echoed in my mind, louder than the low murmur of conversation and music fading behind us. The thin straps of my sandals bit into my skin, and the glittering lotion on my legs felt like a veneer of deceit. Red's arm brushed mine as we walked side by side, her grip steady. Her confidence carried me forward even as my heart slammed against my ribs.

Hargrove led us through the quiet, dimly lit corridor of the lodge, where the scent of polished wood and the faint crackle of a distant fire filled the air. Ornate sconces cast warm, flickering light against dark oak-paneled walls. At the end of the hall, he stopped at a heavy wooden door and pulled a key from his pocket. The metallic clink of the lock sounded deafening.

He pushed the door open with a flourish and stepped aside, his grin widening as he gestured for us to enter. "Welcome, ladies."

Red breezed in without hesitation, her hips swaying just enough to keep his eyes glued to her. I followed, my breath shallow, my pulse hammering in my ears.

The suite was luxurious, with the rustic charm of the rest of the lodge meeting decadent comfort. The warm glow of a stone fireplace danced across the room, casting shadows over the plush leather armchairs and a polished mahogany coffee table. Thick, rich rugs softened the wooden floor, and a decanter of amber liquid sat waiting on a sideboard. But the centerpiece--the thing that drew my eyes--was the bed: a massive four-poster with a dark wood frame, draped in crisp white linens and accented with forest-green pillows.

Hargrove closed the door behind us, and the lock clicked into place.

I couldn't stop staring at the bed.

"Make yourselves comfortable," he said smoothly, moving toward a vintage-looking turntable in the corner. He flipped open the lid and selected a record with deliberate care, sliding it into place.

Soft jazz filled the room--smooth saxophone and sultry rhythm wrapping around us like smoke. He turned back to us, his eyes gleaming. "Now that's more like it."

Red started to dance, and I joined her. We kept things simple--I was never a good dancer--but I melded my body to hers. We started to touch, stroking each other's arms, caressing our faces.

Hargrove sat on the bed and began to take off his clothes, enjoying the show we were putting on for him.

Normally I could switch into my slut mode, helping me deal with what I would have to do. To enjoy it. But with Red in my arms, my feelings so strong for her, it just wasn't happening. Things were made even harder as Hargrove occasionally reminded me of Tyler. An expression, a way of saying something.

Red pulled up the hem of my skirt, revealing my butt, the amber gem gleaming at Hargrove from my ass cheeks. I hoped the welts were hidden by the powder I'd concealed them with. She ran her hand over my ass, caressing it softly. I started to kiss her deeply and passionately. This part was easy.

As we turned I could see Hargrove had his cock out and was stroking it, enjoying our show. It's was as large and meaty as I remember Tyler's, though I never saw him hard. Not like this.

Red started to loosen the ties on my dress, soon it fell the ground with ease, only my thong saving me from being naked in front of the father of my best friend. The sparkly body oil made my body glisten, showing off every curve and every muscle. But I was glad Red was taking the lead.

Red leaned round and whispered into my ear "Just do what you do best hunny, stop holding yourself back or they will get suspicious. Get into it, like I know you can. Send your mind off somewhere else. We'll have plenty of opportunities to make love sugar. This mister wants some cock loving sluts. Let's give him what he wants baby."

She was giving me permission to let loose. To not care about her, to only care about pleasing cock. To be a slut. It switched me in to the right headspace in seconds, soon I was grinding into her, pulling her dress off, sucking her perfect pert titties.

Hargrove threw something onto the floor in front of us. I look down and see a very long rubber object. Red gives him a wicked smile.

She could see the quizzical look on my face. "It's a double ended dong hunny. One part in you, the other in me."

"So mister, you want a show from your two sluts?" I called over seductively.

Hargrove nodded.

"Well, we're so young and tight, do you have anything that might help our poor little pussies?"

Hargrove laughed before tossing some lube over. Red lubed up the shaft while I prepare her asshole, teasing out her plug before licking her sweet bud, causing her to moan and her back to arch before I rubbed in some of the gel. Red soon returned the favour, her hot tongue deep inside me felt wonderful.

I fell on all fours, then I felt Red push the dildo inside of me. I was getting better at relaxing my asshole, welcoming the invader into me. Soon Red was on all fours behind me, feeding it into her ass.

Soon we started to push and grind against each other, pushing the giant phallus in with our hips, while our ass muscles push back. We both moaned with pleasure, feeling our nipples, pinching them for Hargrove's pleasure. Putting on the best show we could.

I looked over to see how we are doing, Hargrove was transfixed by us. His hard cock held in his hand, pants now around his ankles. The slut has taken me over, all I could think about now was sucking on that juicy cock. Feeling it in my mouth as I tease it with my tongue.

I pull the dildo out, give Red a smile and crawl across the room to Hargrove on my hands and knees. Red does the same as we slide in between his open thighs. Our heads reach his waist, licking our lips we kiss each other, before slavering his cock with kisses.

"Holy fuck, you two whores are something. Oooohhh my! That feels..."

I smiled seeing the pleasure we were giving this man, seeing how he was losing control.

Our tongues wrapped around his penis, touching each other now and again, dribbling saliva down the shaft.

Red held him with her fingers, offering the large mushroom head to me. I placed my lips around it, slowly devouring it. Red moved down to his balls, teasing them with her tongue.

"Holy shit you two are the best cock suckers I've ever met. Oh god this is good!"

I started to move faster, my head bobbing up and down. I could see Red's eyes, I pulled back and let her take over sucking Hargrove, while I played with his balls with my tongue.

"I want to fuck one of you. You."

Hargrove has me by my hair, he pulls me up on to the bed.

"Just how do you want me mister?" I ask as I crawl across the bed, on my hands and knees, waving my ass provocatively at him.

"Hmm just like that baby-girl." Hargrove crawls across the bed towards me, his hand pumping his cock.

"Hey Red, why don't you fish around in my pants, there's a set of keys in there. Don't want you missing out. Your girlfriend here can suck on your little cock."

I can't help but be thrilled to think about sucking Red's cock again, I'd been aching to have it inside me somehow all week. She unlocks her cage. Different from mine it had a small belt around her waist to hold it in place. I could see her face relieved to be free of it.

Red slid under me, her cock inches from my face. She has her back on the pillows at the head of the bed, sitting up, my head now between her legs.

"Hmmm, I've missed this sweet thing." I say to her before I kiss it gently, waking it from its long slumber.

I can feel Hargrove probe my ass with his finger, then he slips another in, pushing me apart. Soon the fingers are fucking me. "Hmmm a gentleman" I whisper, glad he hasn't dived in.

Then I feel his cock push against the soft cheeks of my ass, pushing them to one side until it reaches my hole. He pushes gently at first, then with greater pressure. I was starting to enjoy the tight pain I get now as a cock penetrates me.

I wrapped my mouth around Red's cock, teasing her with my tongue, luxuriating in having her penis inside of me once more. I can feel it waking up, growing in my mouth as I do so. I could hear her wonderful sigh as she feels pleasure from my warm tongue teasing her.

Hargrove pushed in harder, I feel the familiar pop as he enters me, groaning as his cock fills up my cavity. Slowly he starts to move up and down inside me.

In spite of myself, despite how wrong it is, I cant help but be turned on by the thought of Tyler's dad fucking me. Seeing him so grown up around the pool. The fact it's so wrong starts to turn me on more and more.

Thoughts of him taking me, pulling down my swim shorts and bending me over. Something that never happened, but the fantasy is building in my head.

Red gets hard, I start to bob my head up and down on her, taking her deep into my throat, my nose pressed against her belly.

Hargrove is fucking harder now, I can feel his cock press against my prostate, some pre-cum leaks out of my cock cage. God I want it harder.

"Fuck me harder daddy, make me your little bitch!" I cry out, shocked at my own words. Hargrove spanks my ass hard, only turning me on further.

He starts slapping into me. I can feel his power, my whole body shaking as he thrusts into me. I have to stop sucking Red, the power too much for me to keep my mouth around her.

I dissolved into an orgasm, my world fuzzy, thoughts of being a cock loving slut getting what she deserves. I wanted this fucking so bad.

I let out a scream as I cum, at the same time Hargrove thrusts into me once more and I feel him fill me up while he groans loudly. I collapsed down on the bed, feeling my wetness soak into the sheets, Hargrove dropped on top of me, he shifted his weight slightly so he doesn't crush me.

Red stroked my hair, whispering "Well done, beautiful girl."

We spend a wild night with Hargrove. He unlocked me as well and, when we are recovered enough, he watched as Red and I sixty-nine each other right in front of him. Devouring each other's cocks.

Turned on by our show Hargrove then fucks Red, this time in missionary, her long legs wrapped around his powerful torso, while I kiss them both and play with Red's wonderful tits.

It's the first time I feel ok watching someone fucking my Red.

When he's close he pulls out, we put our heads next to each other, our mouths wide and inviting, while showers cums on both of us, his head back gasping as the two cum sluts below him swallow his seed as it splatters all around their face and naked bodies.

After a wild couple of hours we collapsed into a pile of bodies and sweat. I can feel stickiness all everywhere, a mix of sweat and cum. Our breathing heavy as we just stare at the ceiling, not moving for a while. Enjoying the moment.

The fire crackles softly in the hearth, its glow casting warm shadows that dance across the room. Hargrove lies sprawled on his back, one arm draped lazily behind his head, his broad chest rising and falling in a slow, sated rhythm. The dark sheets twist around his waist, and his other hand traces idle patterns across Red's bare thigh where she lounges beside him, her head resting on his shoulder.

I sit propped up on the other side, my knees drawn up, clutching the sheet close against my chest as the weight of silence settles between us. For the first time all night, the tension in my body ebbs away, leaving only the strange stillness that comes after indulgence.

Hargrove lets out a contented sigh, his lips curving into a smile that feels softer, almost human.

"Well, ladies... I'll give you this much. You've made a long week feel a lot shorter."

Red chuckles, low and throaty. "We aim to please."

"And please, you do." His fingers tighten slightly on her leg in a familiar squeeze.

"I have to say, I still can't get over it. That you were both once boys? Normally you can tell, the voice or mannerisms, way you walk. I've been around as I said, but there's nothing. You look pure bred ladies. If it wasn't for those little 'ding-a-lings' you have I'd swear on the bible you were born to nag men and obsess over clean sheets."

Red and I fall about laughing at his compliments.

Then, as if compelled by the lingering heat of the moment, his tone shifts. "It's not often I get to... relax like this."

"You seem to be doing just fine," Red teases, her fingers lazily twining with his.

He huffed a quiet laugh and closed his eyes for a moment, his expression softening even more. "It's nice. Being able to just... be. No politics, no cameras, no games. Just people."

A pang flickers through me--an unexpected crack in the persona I'd built up in my mind. "Does it get tiring?" I ask, my voice quieter than I expect.

His eyes open slowly, a rueful smile tugging at his mouth. "Tiring? That's putting it mildly. Every day, it's a chessboard. Every decision, every handshake, every damn soundbite... it's all strategy.

Doesn't leave much room for honesty." He glanced between us, his gaze unexpectedly tender.

"But honesty doesn't win elections."

Red strokes a hand over his chest, her touch light and easy. "And what would you do if it didn't matter? If you could be honest, what would you say?"

He thinks for a long moment, his brow furrowing. "I'd tell people the truth. That it's messy. That real change is slow, and it hurts, and sometimes it doesn't look like change at all. I'd tell them that

I've made mistakes. Big ones." He sighs, the weight of it heavy in the air. "But I'd also tell them that I still believe it's worth fighting for. That a better world doesn't happen unless you're willing to get your hands dirty."

"You sound like a man with regrets," I murmur.

"Don't we all?" He shifted slightly, meeting my eyes. "I regret the distance with my wife. I regret being the kind of man who's here, tonight, instead of home with her."

His hand, large and warm, falls to rest lightly on mine. "But regrets don't undo the past. You move forward. You find your purpose. Mine is my family... and my career, for better or worse."

"Your son must be proud of you," I whisper before I can stop myself.

He smiled faintly. "Tyler. He's a good kid. Better than I ever was at his age. And he'll be a better man than I am too. He's got a bright future ahead of him."

Guilt, sharp and cold, twists in my chest.

"You care about him a lot," Red says, steering the conversation forward with gentle ease.

"I do. More than I can say." He sighed again, the sound heavy with exhaustion. "I want him to have opportunities I never did. And I want to leave a world behind that's worth living in."

For a moment, there's nothing but the crackle of the fire and the soft hum of the music still playing.

Then his hand slips from mine, and his eyes drift shut. "You know Belle, I'm sure I've met you before, it's the eyes, they look so..."

His breathing deepens, his body finally surrendering to sleep.

Red and I exchange a glance. She quirks an eyebrow, a wry smile pulling at her lips. We untangle ourselves from the sheets with careful, practiced movements, silent as shadows as we slide from the bed. My pulse quickens with each step, but he doesn't stir.

The door creaks softly as we pull it open.

We step into the dim hallway, the warmth of the suite fading behind us.

For the first time in hours, I breathe deeply. Tomorrow will be a big day.