Chapter Twenty-Five

Keith It was Grant’s night with Celia, but I hadn’t seen her hair yet. Grant told me about it but it just didn’t make any sense in my head. I waited for her to come home after her shift at the library and hid from her. When she went to walk up the stairs, I leaned out from the kitchen to have a look at the back.

Okay, not too bad. I tried to lean out to have a better look, but my sock-clad foot slid on the polished, hardwood floors and I fell. I quickly got up and knew I was caught. I ran to the pantry door, slipped inside and quietly closed the door.

“Hey?” she called out as she came back down the stairs. “Are you down here, Keith?”

“Celia, are you home?” I heard Grant call from the living room. “Sorry, I knocked over a plant. How was your day?”

“People like my hair, apparently. I’ve had some stares, some compliments, and someone slipped me a number. Which I promptly threw away.”

I heard her kiss him and knew I was saved. I came out of the closet and went through the other door to the back hallway, where my bedroom was. We’d all moved down here to the first floor when she moved in so that she would have the floor to herself.

It also kept her away from our rooms. Where we were usually hiding when it wasn’t our night with her. Sometimes Grant and I went out, just to have some fun and see what was happening in the world, but not as often as we used to. People had noticed and with all the texts and phone calls, wanted to know why the hard-partying triplets had disappeared.

We hadn’t said a word, just kept it to ourselves. It was nobody’s business really. None of their business at all.

My phone buzzed a minute after I heard the upstairs bathroom shut. She was in the shower then.

“She wants to go to a party. Where can I take her?”

“She hasn’t got a test or exam tomorrow does she?” I couldn’t believe I was asking that but her studies were important to her. I didn’t want her to fuck that up.

“No, nothing. I do, though. Do you want to swap nights?”

I stared at the screen, a little shocked. Had she rubbed off on Grant too?

“Sure, just come down, and I’ll tell her I came down for a drink.”

I heard him come down the stairs, go into his room and I stood up. I’d had a shower and changed when I got home from class and so, was ready for a night out.

There weren’t a lot of bars or clubs I could take her to, but I knew a place that didn’t ask a lot of questions if you had cash. I went out into the kitchen, took a bottle of tea from the fridge and waited for her to come down.

My eyes widened when she came down in a long black sweater dress with a slit that went up to her hip on the right side. The top hung low, revealing most of her cleavage. The back was just as low. She looked stunning, especially with her new hair and I knew we were in for some fun tonight.

“Wow, baby. You look awesome.” I meant it too. I twirled her around when she made it down the stairs, her feet encased in a pair of cheap black stilettos. I’d have to remember to take her shopping I decided. Once she was settled into the idea of all of this. “Are you ready to go?”

“Sure, let’s get out of here.” I knew from the husky sound of her voice that she didn’t just mean a party. My little nympho was ready for more of me.

Luckily, there were currently three of me to handle all she wanted. “Then you shall have all you desire, my dear.”

I sent her a wink as we left and I took her out to the car. I drove a little way out from the campus and headed to the more exclusive part of the city. Out here, you had to have a bank account that could match the prices they charged. It just so happened that my brothers and I had that kind of bank account.

I left the keys with a valet and walked her into the place. It looked like a quiet estate with a few lights to illuminate the three-story house. On the inside, however, there was soundproofing, room after room was full of different kinds of parties, and on the third floor… well, there was more adult entertainment to be had.

“I’m not sure this is what I meant, Keith,” she whispered as she looked up at the house and the marble columns that ran the length of the house. It was some old oil baron’s former palace, but now it was a place for rich kids to get their kicks.

“It is, my dear. Just wait.”

We went through the door a doorman opened for us and walked into a small entryway. The soundproofing was excellent. You couldn’t hear a sound that came from any of the rooms or the floor above.

“Now…” I grunted as I removed her coat. I handed it to a girl that stood there, and she gave me a plastic tab to retrieve our coats later. I indicated a door to our left. “Do you want the music, the drinking, and the dancing to be found behind this door? Or, maybe…”

I held my hand in the direction of the door in the middle which led upstairs. The entire entryway was papered with gold damask wallpaper and the floor was covered in red carpet. It should all be gaudy, but it wasn’t. Even the doors were decorated with gold paint. I slowly ran my hand down the door and stared back at her intently. Every part of me wanted her to choose this door because I wanted to see her reactions to the scenes above.

“That one.” She pointed and I smiled.

“Good choice.” I knew she would prefer the delights upstairs over a hangover tomorrow and an exhausted body. At least upstairs, she’d have some pleasure for any soreness she might experience tomorrow.

The door opened without either of us touching it, and we stepped through. It was like something out of an art-deco artist’s dream. Black iron railings, white marble tiles, and red carpet set off with statues on a multitude of surfaces. There were also several paintings that the world didn’t even know existed but would love to see.

I took her hand and we walked up the wide staircase to the first floor. From former trips, I knew the BDSM was to the left, with more hardcore stuff that probably would frighten her away. To the right, we’d find group sex, gay sex, and a lot more that was, perhaps, tamer than the BDSM, but just as dangerous.

“Come with me,” I commanded as I led her down to the right side of the house, a very long corridor filled with rooms on both sides, almost like a hotel. But then, the place was meant to house guests to show off the master’s wealth. Each room had a door and to one side, a window. If the door was closed, you could watch, but you could not join. If the door was open, it meant you could watch, come in, and if you were polite enough, you might be invited to join in. Closed door and curtains meant the room was occupied by someone looking for discretion or empty. If it was empty, the door would be unlocked.

I knew that the rooms also had glass walls on each side, although there were curtains for privacy. This would be fun. I walked down the corridor until I found the room I wanted. Four men and one woman played in a room decorated with a king-sized bed and two wing-backed chairs. Nothing else. Celia had tried to see what was in each room, but I’d walked so fast, she’d barely had time. I’d her gasp a few times, but she hadn’t stopped me.

I went to the room to the left of the group sex room and opened the door. It was empty, but a small cabinet would provide us with drinks. We could also order more if we wanted. I lead Celia inside and sat her down on the bed. I went to the cabinet as she took in the scene across from us and poured two glasses of scotch. I also took out a small bottle of orange juice in case she needed it.

I walked over to her and put the glass of scotch in front of her. She didn’t even look up at me, her eyes were glued on the scene next door. “Drink this, then sit back and watch.”

She did as she was told and then slid up the bed to the pillows behind her. “It’s so…”

“Hot?” I asked her, my eyes on her face.

“Seductive. How can the men not be fighting over her?”

“They’re interested in her pleasure and theirs. All of theirs.” I answered for her and looked at the dark-haired woman across from us.

She was being used for enjoyment, but she was also using each of the men for her own pleasure. Every part of that could be touched was stroked, sucked, petted, until she was all but buzzing from pleasure. Then the men would pay away and start the cycle all over again.

“I don’t understand.” She looked at me finally, her brows together in confusion.

“It’s simple. There’s no need for jealousy, there’s no need for anger or possession. They all get pleasure and give pleasure.”

“But isn’t this supposed to be, I don’t know, degrading?” she asked softly as if she didn’t want to say it but felt she should.

“What’s degrading, Celia? Does she look unhappy or abused?” I asked, equally as softly. She sipped the rest of her drink down and I handed her the orange juice.

“No, she looks happy as if she’s in control of it all.”

“You’ve got it, baby. That’s exactly what’s happening.” My nostrils flared for a moment as I thought about her, in the same position, with me and my brothers, not those men next door that had her. “Watch, my darling, and learn.”

I waited for her to protest and say that she wanted to leave but as she was so still as if she was fascinated by it all. I could tell that she was going to learn, and judging by her grades, Celia was a fast learner.