Behind the Mask Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Behind the Mask Ch. 14

... me."

"What do you do at Taboo?"

I feigned a resigned sigh. "I run I.T., which is mostly just making sure the camera feeds are working.

"If you don't want my help, you can just stop the car now," he threatened.

"Damn, somebody's sassy," I remarked playfully. "Understandable, given the circumstances. Fine." I paused before opening the horse's mouth. "I'm the owner."

The news still took Drew by surprise, though not by much. "Yeah, guess that makes sense," he chuckled. "Damn. I was right, you really are a twist."

"This twist roped you the literal woman of your dreams," I reminded him. "Don't be ungrateful, now."

"Don't worry, I'll never forget what you did." He did a bit of contemplation before speaking up again. "What happens to all the security footage in the club?"

"It gets overwritten every week if it's not relevant, like checking for theft or whatever."

"And...?"

I grinned. "And the good stuff gets sent to my spank bank."

"Your eyes only?" he asked sternly.

"My eyes only."

"Ugh. Alright, I think I can live with that," he muttered.

"It's just good business," I assured him, and he rolled his eyes. "Do the others know?"

"Not that I know of. Maybe Leon might have some suspicions, I dunno. The twins have always wondered from the beginning, but I think they dismissed it after a while. I'm guessing you wanna keep it that way?"

"Yeah. Just for a little while longer, until I'm ready."

He studied me. "So what's the story there? How long have you been doing this?"

"Four years." It felt liberating that I could finally tell one of them.

"You weren't even eighteen yet. What the fuck happened that you ended up running a club like that?" He raised a brow skeptically. "You don't secretly fuck your dad, do you?"

"The only one of us who even remotelylikes their dad is Cherry," I said firmly. "And she went totally the other way with that. I could probably give you a run for your money on how much you hate your old man."

Drew nodded as if it was the most natural thing in the world. We were silent for the rest of the drive, until we finally reached the prison. We were cleared to go inside, and were brought to the visiting area. We had our own room, and sat on one side of a stainless steel table that was bolted to the floor. Drew's leg was bouncing uncontrollably, and I patted his arm in support. All I could hope was he didn't lose his shit the second the guy was brought in.

Andras Narai was led in by two prison guards. His dark hair had grown out a bit, ratty and unkempt. He stumbled as he walked, which was natural. I couldn't imagine it was easy getting used to being blind while in prison. He wore a blindfold over his empty eye sockets, making him the only six-foot-eight dude who didn't have a better view due to his height.

The guards sat him down across from us and cuffed him to the table before leaving. Beside me, Drew was exuding so much hatred, it was a miracle he hadn't launched himself at his ...