Page 181 of Midnight Curfew

Strolling around the corner, we come to the coup de grâce. Couches and chairs sit in the dark to our right, a perfect view to the wall on the left. Three women sprout from holes in the wall, on their backs, thighs strapped open, and a velvet curtain keeping their top halves secret on the other side. Two ladies lie, bare pussies open, ready, and unoccupied, the third getting railed by Mr. Kenmont. Pants down around his feet, he grips the mystery girl’s thighs as he drives into her. Her moans echo from beyond the wall.

“There was a story,” I tell Aracely and Dallas, “when I was finishing my senior year.”

I gaze at all the women, ready to be taken, and my stomach twists a little. He wouldn’t have brought Sophia here. He would’ve wanted his friends to know who they were having sex with. He would’ve wanted to watch her with them.

“Some girl got pissed,” I continue. “Maybe at her parents, maybe at everyone. They say she gained access to the Den. She planted herself.”

“Where?” Dallas asks.

I nudge my chin, gesturing to the wall.

Officially, daughters aren’t allowed in here. But the powers that be are delusional if they think we all didn’t know about this place.

“For revenge,” I tell them.

She planted herself here for revenge on her father. Wouldn’t it just serve him right to learn what his deviancy cost him?

“Do the men know?”

Dallas’s voice is troubled, and it should be. He could have students in here right now. And if not, they will be eventually.

“Are you kidding?” I taunt. “What do you think every one of them thinks about now as they screw these women?”

He looks back at Kenmont as he grunts and pumps his sweaty body.

If the story is true, it didn’t have the effect she wanted. It just turned some of these pieces of shit on more.

“It’s incredible what people will do when they know they can get away with it,” I say in a low voice. “But when they have deniability? ‘Oh, I didn’t know.’ ‘How was I supposed to know?’ ”

It gets them off to fantasize about it, though.

Dallas turns to me. “Let’s go.”

Why? Am I supposed to believe he hasn’t slept with a married woman? Been watched? Had a threesome? A foursome? Desired someone he wasn’t supposed to have? Dallas Jaeger’s heart doesn’t interfere with his conquests. He belongs in here. He loves overpowering others, especially in the head.

Maybe his conscience is firing, knowing it’s entirely possible for one or more of his students to sneak in at some point, but does he really care? Or is he just afraid of getting fired?

“You don’t have to participate in here,” he whispers to me. “Let’s just go.”

My eyebrows pinch together, his voice almost sounding pleading. What is he playing at? It has to be past midnight now. Is he afraid he won’t make it home with Aracely all of a sudden?

In any case, we can’t leave yet.

“Let’s get on with it.” I move back into the main room. “This isn’t the last time I’ll be in here.”

“I don’t want you in here,” he growls in a low voice. “You’re better than this place.”

I’m not like them, he means. I’m not as strong or ruthless.

He never knew me.

He will by the end of the night, though.

Pulling Aracely with me down the three steps into a sunken area of the massive room, I spin her around and push her down onto some pillows.

She lands on her ass, her hands behind her as she looks up at us, mouth open and her chest expanding and caving hard.

“Just like Mrs. Coldwell,” I tell Dallas, peering over at him. “You remember.”