Finding Jaime by P. Dawn Read Free Book Online

discuss your membership. My mother likes you, Bunny, she thinks you’ll make an excellent addition to the club.”
    “About that,” I begin, but she keeps walking, leading me away from the bar. “This is my only night.”
    Butterfly spins around and steps so close to me I can feel the heat from her skin. “We’ll see.”
    Why are they so damn sure I’m going to sign up? I watch her hips swaying in front of me and once again I’m fixated. She’s a woman, she’s a woman. I tell myself that over and over, but it doesn’t lessen my confusion. It must be the outfit. Yeah, I see how good it looks on her, and I want it too—that must be it.
    No matter what I tell myself, I can’t make the heat between my legs cool down, and it’s only getting worse the longer she holds my hand.
    “Take it to the rooms, please,” she says to a couple on the sofa we stop next to.
    The two of them are eating each other alive, and the girl has her hand inside his pants, clearly jerking him off.
    “Sorry, Butterfly,” the guy says, not in the slightest bit embarrassed at being caught getting a hand job. “We got a little carried away.”
    The girl giggles. “Just a hand job, honey, nothing more for him.” She continues to pump his dick, and Butterfly looks away.
    “Rooms, now,” Butterfly demands. “We’re a tasteful club, guys. Displays aren’t permitted with this level of activity in the open, so neither are you.”
    “Of course, sorry.” The girl removes her hand from the guy’s pants, and they hurry out of a door to the back.
    Butterfly gestures for me to sit, and I do. She sits next to me and scoots closer to my side. “So, how did you find this place?”
    “Didn’t your mom tell you?” I assumed she would’ve already.
    “She did, but I want to hear you say it.”
    “Well…” I repeat the exact words I told Madame. Every shameful word and she doesn’t even react. “So?”
    “Okay, then.”
    “Is that all you wanted to ask me?” I immediately think of her asking me for other things and surprise the hell out of myself.
    “No. What do you want from this place?”
    “Uh…” I look around. “I have no fucking clue.”
    “Tell me what you see.”
    I take a breath and take in the area in front of me. “People having fun, I guess.” I shrug my shoulders. “Apart from the clothes, it looks like an ordinary club.”
    “It does, but it’s so much more.”
    I look back to Butterfly and see her looking right at me, as far as I can tell. She could be looking at my tits for all I know, and I’m not sure why I like that thought, but I do.
    “This is all a bit fucking cryptic, to be honest. Just tell me what it’s about, Butterfly, so I can stop having long winded conversations about what goes on. I get that it’s a giant secret party house where people can disappear to do God knows what, but I don’t see what I’m supposed to do here.”
    “Can I touch you?”
    My mouth hangs open, and I’ve forgotten how to breathe. “W…a…” I must resemble a fish out of water.
    “I’ll understand if you say no, Bunny. I don’t know your sexuality, so me touching you might make you uncomfortable.”
    I snap out of it and take a huge breath before I pass out. “Touch me how?” I ask, but that wasn’t what I intended to say.
    A small smile plays at her lips. “Nothing sexual, and nothing that I think you’ll run from.” She inches closer to me.
    “Why would I run?” I ask, and I know damn well that my ass is staying put. She just stares at me. “Oh, shit. Yes, you may.”
    “Really?” she mouths. I don’t hear her voice over the music.
    “Yeah, go ahead.”
    Butterfly’s tongue flicks out over her lower lip, and I watch as it moves along the flesh and back into her mouth. She raises her hand to my face, and I close my eyes. Her soft fingertips glide over the side of my jaw and to my chin. My skin tingles and my heart is pounding against my ribcage. She continues up and strokes her finger over my