Tears filled her eyes. Sex “Supreme Court Judges,” he said. His hand was under her top. She felt like she was in a maze. If you were to be discovered your fate would not that of a simple escort out. “You like that, baby?” he said and she mumbled an “Mmm-huh” in response. She found herself drunkenly swaying again. Behind her in a chair by a table with a flickering light and masked in darkness a man cleared his throat and Abby turned to him. And yet it was nothing more than a barren, shadowy succession of dreary, lurid and scurrilous libidinous adventures by people leading so-called bourgeois lives. “Abby. You know you can’t.”
“Can.”
“No. She toyed with the ends of her hair and watched the reflection looking back at her. She told Abby it was OK to touch. Despite his hands that were so strong and powerful he held her head gently until a moment when his massive body tensed up and he gripped the back of her head to force him into her and he discharged deep into her throat. She looked at him. The Libertine leaned in to Abby. She looked into them and thought she understood the eyes.
