Chapter 104

I catch sight of another girl in the corner. I vaguely recognize her as another runaway rich kid whose parents think she has gone off the rails. I’m sure her parents know mine, and she’s leaning forward on the lap of a man with gray hair, gray fucking hair! He’s like fifty, and he maneuvers under her. I can’t tell if he’s messing with her, unbuckling pants or doing the deed, but I click that under here, where another floor above acts as a roof to conceal this shit, in the dark private corner where Camilla has set up, there’s a lot of sex going on. Sex between wealthy-looking older men and young tearaway girls, like I was. Subtle to drunken dancers who are paying no attention, but I’m practically sober, alarm bells ringing and homing in on what’s happening around me in sheer mortification. It’s all so fucking sordid.

Camilla starts gyrating in towards me sexily, pulling my hips into her pelvis and running her hands up and down me seductively, in time to the music. She seems to