My Boss. Part 5

I almost lost Devon's hand in the fabric and nearly panicked until the curtains finally opened up to reveal a lavish room decorated with antique furniture and classic nude portraits. Most of the furniture was occupied by bodies covered in glittering silk and mesh. Each face was covered with a mask, the identity of any individual effectively hidden.

As my eyes washed over the scene, I realized that the bodies sitting incredibly close were actually humping. Legs were intertwined with multiple body parts and hands were lodged firmly between thighs while drunken moans floated across the room. Horrified, I searched around for a door that led somewhere else, a bathroom perhaps, where I could compose myself.

Devon noticed my panic and took my hand, pulling me towards one of the paintings that opened up into a lounge room. Panting, I sat in one of the lush chairs available and held my hand to my heart. It was beating heavily against the inside of my ribs, threatening to bust out