Manwhore 3 (A Ferro Family Short Story) by H.M. Ward

Volume 3
    I ’m sitting in an office waiting to speak to the infamous Miss Black. It’s her club and the guard was beyond pissed. He took Sean before I could say anything else. Claire was afraid something horrible happened to me, and they expected to find things the other way around.
    It’s going to depend on Sean and what he says to her. We were all put in separate rooms within the club to wait. It’s not a matter of being thrown out of the club. I could deal with that. It’s Miss Black’s reputation with rule breakers. She doesn’t take having sex on the premises lightly. She’s done things to people, things that makes me feel sick sitting here. She could tip off David, but that would be too direct. She’ll wait and do something else, something worse.
    Before I have a chance to wonder about anything else, an older woman with a playmate figure walks into the room. She’s probably got ten years on me, and more class than I thought possible. She’s wearing a black dress that clings to her figure. Luscious black hair cascades down her back like a sheet of water. Red lips are pulled into an amused smile, which scares the hell out of me. There’s something about her that is frightening.
    “Miss Driskill, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, although I must say that I’m surprised about the circumstances. I wouldn’t expect my best bottom to sexually accost another member.” She’s the devil’s daughter. I’m sure of it. Something about her scares me in a way that’s unreal.
    Trying to explain, I offer, “I didn’t—”
    She holds up a hand and looks irritated. “Don’t bother attempting to refute it. Mr. Ferro told me everything. It’s really too bad since you earned every perk all the way up to Level Nine. Such a shame.”
    “I didn’t break the rules.” Technically. Sort of. I wasn’t in a playroom. And it wasn’t sex, like the vag-shaggers in the hallway. It was a blowjob. I doubt that rationale will go far with this woman. She’s already made up her mind. She hates me.
    Miss Black walks around to a black glass desk that matches the bar downstairs and sits. She opens her hand and smiles. “Then explain. Why were you in a supply closet with a wealthy man chained to the grate? You knew it wasn’t a public area and you knew the rules.”
    I start rambling, suddenly worried she’s going to have that Gabe guy tie me up and drive me away in the trunk of an old Caddy. “We were scheduled to be on stage on Level Four. I went to the prop room looking for something different, and Mr. Ferro followed me. We got locked in.”
    She nods, not believing me even though that part was mostly true. “Explain why you had sex with him. Please indulge me. Was he good?”
    I blink. My mouth opens and shuts. I hesitate. “What? I don’t know if he’s good, we didn’t—”
    She cuts me off before I can say anything else. “Please, Paige! He was covered in sweat and chained. What was it going to be for round two?”
    “Wait, we never did round one!”
    She cocks her head to the side. “Really? You didn’t ride his cock so you can go brag to your girlfriends that you fucked a Ferro? Or are you going to sell pictures to the papers? He’s already been slaughtered in the press. If you think I’m going to let you-”
    I jump up and slap my hands on her desk. “I did not ride him. I am not bragging. And I do not tell anyone that I come here. Ferro had nothing to do with it.”
    “How dare you!” Miss Black is livid. I don’t know what I’ve said, but she clearly plans to kill me right now. Before she can stab me in the head with her pen, the door opens.
    She looks like she may have an aneurism, but that viciousness retracts and she’s suddenly all smiles. “Mr. Ferro, I thought we called your car?” She looks confused, as if she expected him to be gone already.
    Sean is composed again, but I sense a fragility in him that was absent before. “You did, thank you very much. I realized that I have Miss