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“You’re not running,” he notes.
I don’t know what to say. “I might later? We’ll see when the shock wears off.”
“Really?” Jason tilts his head. “Cain told me he saw you last year, when we were in the lockers with whoever it was. You watched for quite a while before leaving, according to him.”
My jaw drops. “Cain saw me?”
He shrugs. “He wasn’t about to let you know and make you run prematurely. As I said, we like being watched.”
Given what I’m seeing right now, it’s silly, but I’m still embarrassed.
“There are a lot of legacies here. Are all of you guys…” The bartender interrupts, handing me my top up, and a glass of scotch for Jason.
“Not all, no.” He drinks a sip. “The Heritage Club started as a gentleman’s club, with all the depravity that could entail a few generations ago. It morphed when three of the members married some of the…” He weighs his words. “Female employees.”
“Prostitutes. You mean they had prostitutes.”
Jason shrugs. “It was the 20s, doll. Between Prohibition and the post-war mess, they were having whatever fun they could. Anyway, they started sharing wives. Other members figured that was a good practice, too. The thing is, when you’re raised by swingers, it changes what you consider the norm. You might have seen Mommy and Daddy kiss, while not kissing anyone else? I grew up watching my mom kiss my best friend’s dad. That’s my norm.”
He pauses to gauge my reaction. I honestly don’t know what he finds, but it makes him continue.
“The Heritage doesn’t hire prostitutes these days. Well, notmany. The club hires a few escorts from time to time, but they generally work with our grandparents.” He wrinkles his nose. “I guess things get less fun at that age, especially when they lose their partners.”
I nod, because most of the girls I see are my classmates. They’re wealthy, bored, and privileged. The only reason why they would do this…is because they want to.
“Most of the legacy kids end up joining the club. Some don’t.” He shrugs. “There are a few of us who somehow end up monogamous.”
“Somehow,” I echo. He says it like it’s a rare and incomprehensible choice.
Jason’s eyes bore into mine. “Monogamy is the default vision in our society, and everything else is seen as deviant by the masses—but when you’re raised in this world? It’s like seeing a bunch of vegans never questioning whether they should even try eggs or milk. A lot of those who do try end up liking it. Some remain vegans. Likewise, some omnivores also decide to switch to a more restrictive diet. It’s less common, though.”
I appreciate the analogy, because it’s a lot easier to imagine when I think about food rather than fucking different people in front of an entire room.
“So, you’re polyamorous.”
“No,” he replies immediately, without hesitation. “I’m not romantically interested in various people. Hell, I can’t even imagine the effort forming several relationships could take.”
He lifts a finger and softly massages a spot between my eyebrows. I realize I’m frowning, and relax my face. He smiles. “Better.”
“So, what then?” I try to stay focused on the subject.
Jason tilts his head to the rest of the room. “I like this. Wild sex. Sharing. Swinging. But at the end of the day, I’d want to go home to one person.” His hand moves to my chin, and lifts it. “I want to go home to you, Nadia. I want to fuck you every night, every day. And I want to watch you get fucked occasionally. Potentially while fucking someone else whileyouwatch. Never without you.” He grimaces, disgusted with himself. “Seriously, it’s pathetic. Almost two months and I haven’t even been able to get it up for anyone. You messed up my game, big time. I hope you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry,” I lie.
He shakes his head, usually cold eyes laughing over the rim of his drink.
“Why do you drink scotch? It’s disgusting. Are you an old man in disguise?”
I’m changing the subject to give me time to think, and he lets me.
“Maybe you haven’t tried good scotch.”
He offers me his glass. I sniff it and shake my head. “Pass on eau de piss. I love myself too much for that.”
Jason laughs out loud. “That’s a five-hundred-buck bottle, doll.”
“Expensive piss.”
