A good-looking middle-aged man…

Stunned and a little confused you replay Malik’s instructions in your head, wondering what you might have gotten yourself into, while following him into the main room, clutching to his arm. You blush as the men you pass turn their gaze towards you, taking a quick break in their conversations. You feel a rush and smiles at each man, enjoying being the eye-candy for these strangers but also remembering the role you’ve got for Malik.

“Ah, Mr. Howard” a man in his forties exclaim as he approach Malik and you.

“Mr. Goodlove, good to see ya!” Malik shakes his hand, “Seems to be a great event, as always!”

“Thanks, I hope it will be…” he smile and shift his gaze to you, making you blush slightly as you feel attracted to this distinctive gentleman.

“Let me introduce Joy. Joy, Mr. Goodlove…” his hand, resting on your back, pushes you forward a little.

“My pleasure” Goodlove smiles warmly as he envelopes your hand is his, “haven’t seen you before, I must compliment Miss Bella!” he continues, still holding your hand, “You simply must come to one of me and the wife’s parties!”

“She’s not with Bella… she’s doing some modeling for my man Tyrone” Malik interrupts.

“Oh, well the invitation is still open… off course if you like, Joy” he say and then something catches his eye and, excusing himself, he leaves to greet more guests.

“What was he talking about?” you ask Malik as he guides you further into the room.

“The Goodlove’s arranges sex-parties at their house, all kinds of people come there…” he reply, but quickly turns his attention to some men and you return to the task of being a decorative piece of jewelry on his arm.

You make several rounds of the room, Malik tapping your side a couple of times and dutifully you try to charm the men the best you know. At one point you see a menacing looking black man staring at you, sending a shiver down your spine and making you divert you eyes away.

As Malik talks business with several people, you don’t catch on to the specifics, just do your best to be the air-head eye candy that he wanted you to be, you see the man maintaining his interest in you, often looking your way and grinning as he talks with his following about you.

“I see Mr. Jackson has taken a liking to yo ho…” Malik whispers in your ear, as you’re looking towards the menacing black man, “… he runs a club downtown, in addition to his other ‘activities’…”

“Hmm… a club?” you mumbles, feeling a strange attraction towards this Mr. Jackson, but in another way then to Mr. Goodlove.

“Yeah… a gentleman’s club you could call, though not many gentle men come there.”

“Oh…” you mumble, but don’t get a chance to ask any questions as Malik engage in a conversation with a group of men in suits. Before you turn your attention to the men, as Malik taps you, the black man, Jackson, winks at you.

“Hey Malik, we’ve gone over the deal and it’s looking good!” one man say, looking you over with a grin on his face.

“Yeah, we should be able to work out the final details soon… but it’s looking damn fine!” another grin, licking his lips as his eyes travels the length of your body, clearly talking about you and not any business deal.

“Yeah, well let’s talk it over…” Malik reply, as you twist your body a little, showing off to please these seemingly drunk businessmen, hoping to help Tyrone get a good deal.