Chapter 14 Corrupting Modesty
•Mel's POV•

I don't care how far my brain has already floated away into subspace, because of the colossal amount of bliss both men bestowed upon me. As soon as my muddled subconscious processed Duke's sentence that used the word love, and referred to me. I slammed back into reality so fast and hard I got whiplash!

I pull the edges of the throw blanket wrapped around my naked shoulders closer into my still shivering body as I stand up. I blink my unseeing eyes back into focus. Before giving the empty room a final once over.

I spot an envelope that's propped up on top of the toy chest in the corner of the room. My name is written across the front of the envelope in bold, black script, and my silk blindfold is folded in half beside it. But, other than those two things, nothing else is in the room.

I take a wobbly, half step toward the toy chest. Followed by another, until I'm walking on steady legs again. I carefully pick the card up from on top of the chest, and hide it under the corner of the throw. Then I rush out of the Stockade Room, and back down the stairs.

I make it to the locker room behind The Glory Hole, change into my street clothes, then start walking out of Sinful Delight about twenty minutes later. I keep my head down as I speed walk through the open spaces of the club. Pretending I don't hear or see anyone trying to get my attention as I flee.

Outside the club I manage to hail a cab rather fast. I do t mean to be rude to the driver by cutting him off each time he tries to talk to me, but I can't stop myself. Thankfully he takes the hint after awhile staying silent until he pulls up outside my empty apartment about an hour later.

I don't pay any attention as I reach in my clutch bag pulling out some money to cover the fare. Blindly handing it over before jumping out of the back of the cab, and running up the stairs to my front door.

I make quick work of unlocking, then opening the door, and walking inside. I close the door just as fast before sliding he deadbolt closed again. Hurrying across the still dark apartment to my bedroom. I flip on the light as soon as I pass through the doorway, and place my clutch bag down on my bed before sitting down as well.

I start twirling the heavy white envelope back and forth around my fingers studying it. My name is written in the same bold, neat, black font as all the other times before, but there isn't anything else to give me the slightest clue on the outside. Finally after several more turns I give in, and blow out a deep breath before opening it.

I slide the white card out from inside the envelope, and read the front as it's pulled free. It's an invitation to Duke and Dean's shared loft for a private Christmas party next Saturday at 4pm. The card looks expensive with a lot of thought put into its design. I run my fingers over the indented words as I read the invitation a few more times.

After that I flip the card over. On the back is two different handwritten notes from both Duke and Dean addressed to me. I compare both men's handwriting for the first time, since they are side by side. Finding it extremely odd at how similar their handwriting looks to one another.

The first note is simple, and straightforward from Duke.

'I hope you accept this invitation to help Dean and I celebrate Christmas. Plus it will give him and I to shower you with the gifts we've already bought you. See you then My Precious, Duke.'

Dean's note is just below Duke's. Unlike Duke's, Dean's is a little longer, and a lot more personal.

'My Beautiful Goddess, Ive never felt this type of spark, or shared such a deep connection with anyone else before in my life. I understand the three of us barely know one another past the surface, and this incredible thing between us is still so new. But we, No I, can't wait around another moment. Mainly because Duke nor I have to any longer. Just promise me you will listen to what the both of us has to say completely before making up your mind, and our future. Don't worry My Goddess, it's nothing bad, but keep thinking about only that single word. Future. Until we see you again this weekend. Goodnight and sweet dreams My Sweetheart. Dean.'

Once I finish reading both notes again I flip the card back around to the front. I let the pads of my fingers glide across the engraved script one last time. Then slide the card back inside the envelope and close the flap. Before hiding the invitation under my pillow.

Even though my body is sticky, covered in dried sweat, and all other kinds of disgusting bodily fluids I'm to exhausted to remain standing long enough to take a shower tonight. Instead I strip off all of my clothes. Then crawl into bed, and burrow myself under the covers.

I try a little deep breathing, and basic yoga to help clear my head. Sending all my restless, chaotic thoughts about the invitation, and what the guys could possibly want to talk with me about to the deepest, furthest part of my mind. Locking them all into a tight little box out of sight just as darkness consumes me. Instantly putting me to sleep.

When I wake up Sunday afternoon I'm still alone in the quiet apartment. Abbie stayed at Drakes again this weekend, but only after demanding she be allowed some time to study. He agreed to give her all day today to study for her final exam of the semester that are coming up this week undisturbed.

I wouldn't be able to see Abbie myself until she comes home late Monday night. Let alone talk to her about my dilemma for the rest of the week. Damn Abbie's endless drive, and pursuit to smash her final test!

Though I couldn't talk any of my growing anxieties out that weekend with Abbie I tried to not let it bother me. Which I believed I accomplished at the beginning of the week. I came to work each morning smiling, happy, and full of joy. At least the co-workers I'd recently worked with closely over the last few weeks seemed to buy it.

Everyone that is except for my cubical neighbor, Modesty Perkins. She caught me several times over the week day dreaming, spacey, absentminded, and sometimes altogether in a downright snappy mood when brought out that mindset. After witnessing all of my daily slides back into 'mega-bitch-to-avoid' Friday morning the usual meek, shy woman grew a pair of brass balls before walking into my cubical.

(This is the person I imagine as Modesty Perkins! I 😍 her hair)

Modesty leans the left side of her body against my open doorframe before knocking lightly against the inside wall of my office space. I look up from the papers I'm working on in front of me shocked, but genuinely happy it's Modesty who's here to see me. I notice the color of her flaming cheeks is the same color as the fire engine red unruly curls on top of her head. As she nervously looks at me twirling her thumbs together.

"Happy Friday Modesty. What brings you to my cluttered space?" I finally ask her after several awkwardly silent moments breaking the ice.

"TGIF to you too Mel. May I come in?" Modesty ask me letting her hands drop to her side.

"Of course. You're one of the few people welcome anytime!" I chuckle at my own lame joke as Modesty walks into my cubical. Closing the glass door behind her, and taking a seat in front of my messy desk.

After Modesty sits down she continues to stare at me without saying a word for several more awkward moments. Until I can't rake it any longer, and break it. "So?"

Modesty seems to perk up coming back to the here and now at my voice. "Oh Right! Well I just wanted to know if you and I could grab lunch together this afternoon? You're the only other female employee I like, or seems to like me around here, and I've missed talking to you since the project finished. I'll even call Ne-Ne at the Deli across the street, and make sure she holds the booth you like in the back corner. How's that sound?"

I think over the offer for a few seconds. I glance at the papers in my hand once more knowing I'm no where near finished with the work I have to do, but for the life of me I can't seem to concentrate on any of it! I blow out a frustrated breath sitting the papers down, and give Modesty a megawatt smile.

"You, Modesty Perkins, are a life saver! I'll meet you there at noon. How's that sound?"

"Perfect!" Modesty tells me standing up from her chair. "I'll see you then!" She says before leaving my cubical.

I still had about an hour and a half before noon, so instead of picking up the papers from my desk and starting back to on what I was previously trying to do. I began doing quick, simple task that didn't require much focus from me to finish to pass the time. Essentially taking care of the rest of my to-do list for the day, except for the original two page report.

A couple of minutes before noon I organized the cluttered mess on top of my desk so what, and started cleaning up. I turned my computer to sleep mode, then stood up from my desk chair, took my charcoal gray wool pea-coat from the back, and put it on. I fastened the last button on my coat as I pull my purse from under my desk. Then out of my cubical door.

I walk out of the front doors of my office building at exactly noon. Merging in with the other lunch time commuters congesting the New York streets. Following the crowded flow to the other side of the street, and walking in to Ne-Ne's Deli within minutes. Spotting a waving Modesty already sitting in my favorite booth in the back instantly.

I slide into the seat across from Modesty. Smiling in shocked delight at the cold glass of one of my guilty pleasures, Dr Pepper, already sitting in front of me. I never told her about my closet soda addiction, so I wonder how she knew?

"Wow! Are you a mind reader, and just haven't told me?" I ask her jokingly as I pick up the glass, and take a much appreciated sip.

Modesty blushes from the roots of her red hair down her body, until I can't watch anymore under her clothes. Chuckling lightly. "I wish! I just guessed you needed it today. You haven't been yourself again this week. I mean, your mood isn't nearly as bad as it was a few weeks ago, and you've done a really good job trying to hide it. But I can tell something is on your mind bothering you."

I sit my glass back down on the table, and sit back against the booth stunned. Once she finishes calling me out on my shit I start shaking my head and chuckle in disbelief. "Well damn Modesty! I thought I was fooling everyone, and hiding it so well!"

Modesty's body relaxes and begins to loosens up with my laid back answer. She give me an innocent smile as she tucks her long bangs behind her ears before speaking. "I definitely wouldn't call your performance Oscar worthy!"

"There goes that dream up in smoke!" I say then blow out a puff of air.

We share a genuine full on belly laugh at that. Calming down at about the same time. Modesty sobers up first, and gives me a small lope-sided smile. While her green eyes drill into mine.

"Mel, will you let me help you figure out what's going on up there?" She ask tapping two fingers against her temple as she speaks. "Before you let whatever it is year you up again from the inside out. Anything you tell me will stay strictly between us. I won't tell a soul I swear. I just want to be a friend to you that's here to help."

I'm flabbergasted, and sit there stunned speechless. I turn everything Modesty just said over again giving it some serious thought. What relief it would be to finally tell someone what happened this past weekend at the club with Duke and Dean. Except I have to know the answer to a rumor I heard at work first.

Because if the rumor is true. It means Modesty Perkins, almost 30 years old, 5ft 6in tall, creamy Irish skin, freckles covering a small button nose, bow-tie pouty lips, vivid green eyes, killer hour-glass figure, and nicely proportioned assets. Is the last true virgin in this Sinful City!

I scan my eyes around making sure no one is close enough to our table to hear our conversation, and lean forward whispering to Modesty. "I have to ask you a personal question first, and you can feel free to tell me to fuck off if it's none of my business. But, are the rumors true? Are you actually a virgin?"

Modesty turns her rapidly heating face back toward the wall in embarrassment. I give myself a swift mental kick in the ass, and try to think of a way to extract my foot from my mouth. But before I can come up with anything remotely good enough Modesty is looking back at me in determination.

"Unfortunately yes, but not from my lack of trying I tell you! I've went on countless blind dates with men I've met on various dating apps, or been hooked up with. Problem is they either don't even show up, or fail to mention their apartment is really his childhood bedroom still in his parents house." She finishes with a sigh sounding dejected.

"Oh Boy! Are you sure you want to fall into this rabbit hole then? You might not be the same when I'm done." I tell her completely serious.

Modesty claps her hands in excitement, and jumps around in her seat. "More than you'll ever know! Tell me everything!"

I take a big drink of Dr Pepper before sitting he almost empty glass back on the table and starting. "It was almost 3 years ago when a fellow law student from my class named Serena Moore overheard me in the library complaining to a friend of mine. About me desperately needing a part-time job, and how I couldn't find anything around the area during the time I wasn't in school."

"A week later Serena waited until I was alone, and cornered me again in the library. She knew I had a wild reputation around school from letting off some steam and maybe going a little too far after a massive exam. So, she didn't bother playing around offering me a chance to work part-time at the same club she worked at. Sinful Delight, an exclusive BDSM club located here in New York, that caters to the wealthiest of clientele's. Working only the first Saturday of each month for a few hours as the newest GEM inside The Glory Hole. A room I would either be strapped down, or behind an actual glory hole waiting for any and everyone to use me as they wanted."

The next hour flies by as I talk nonstop to Modesty. Telling her every detail of the club, the private rooms inside, the entire floor called The Rabbit Hole, and what every piece of equipment is in the entire club. I tell her about my first Saturday night working at the club. Being shackled to the hanging-v, and fucked by multiple unseen hands and cocks. I barely mention anything about my problems with Duke and Dean. Keeping it all superficial actually, and not even coming close to scratching the surface of my real conflicting thoughts.

Instead I'm content to watch Modesty's green emeralds burn with a never experienced pleasure. Before jumping in with her own extensive questions about the club, and my many experiences. Making another hour melt away in laughter and x-rated learning.

It takes me until fifteen minutes after two to finish answering all of Modesty's questions. She is looking into space with a calculating look on her face as I take the last drink of my water. As soon as I sit the empty glass back down on the table she turns her emerald gaze on me. Giving me a look that is anything but innocent this time.

"Will you take me to Sinful Delight after the first of the year as a quest? I'll stand in the corner, or completely behind a wall out of the way. I just want to experience the club once in my life, and see what it's like."

I think about it for just a second before shaking my head at her smiling. "Sure I'll take you! I will need to make a few calls first to make sure it's ok. I'll even try to get Abbie to join us. How's that sound?"

"Ahh!!!" Modesty screams jumping up from her seat, and pulling me into a bone crushing hug over the table. "This is going to be so freaking amazing! Thank you!"

Modesty lets me go then, and we leave the deli. Going back across the street to our office. Unlike Modesty though I don't stay for the last two and a half hours of the working day. I grab the papers from my desk taking them home with me for the weekend then leave.

Once home I use Modesty's excitement as a natural high to push through, and finish the report. Completely forgetting about both men creating chaos in my life, or what they have planned for me tomorrow. Even falling smoothly into a dreamless sleep that night.

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Soo how do y'all like it?
This is going to be the basis of book 4, and I can't wait!!!
Also what do y'all think the guys have to discuss with Mel?
Drop me a line in the comments with your guess, and don't forget to vote!
Till next time my kinky friends!
Callie

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