Reaper’s Oath

I stare into the different cameras, scowl on my lip. I despise watching these bloody Americans indulge in their depravities.

Not that I have an issue with their desires. I enjoy them, too. It’s just that Americans take the finesse of this lifestyle and turn it into a monkey show.

I sit back nursing my drink and watch the guests as they enter, listening to the doorman speak their names into a recording.

“Master Bate Her. Plus one,” the doorman says.

I hmph, no subtlety.

“Mike Hunt,” another guest says and I roll my eyes and sip my drink.

“Nanaya.” Another one.

Bloody hell, this is a sex party so name yourself after a sex goddess. I pinch the bridge of my nose, annoyed at everyone’s obviousness.

After sitting through a few more names, I am about to make myself another drink when my attention is taken by the next guests. The woman with the guest to be exact.

She wears a bright red open robe, with a white dress underneath and a red full face mask.

“BJ Ghost and his plus one,” he says.

What an awful name he gave himself.

I snort. “Blowjob Ghost,” I say, chuckling at my own joke.

They head from the entrance to the bar where he gets a tall drink. I watch their every move. Something about her demeanor and how she saunters through the party has me enraptured. Her white dress is in perfect contrast with her caramel skin.

They meet with another patron and after a while head to one of the private rooms. The Blowjob almost pushes her into the room after the third person walks in.

The whole time it doesn’t escape me that she is tense and uncomfortable with the interactions between the Blowjob Ghost and the third person.

I shake my head and continue with what needs to be done.

Beep beep.

I click my wrist. “Reaper.”

“Alpha team is on standby and the rest of security is in position,” my lead security, Jasper, says.

“And you are?” I snap out.

“Walking the party, enjoying the view while also being envious,” he says in jest.

“Like you are interested in anything these Americans have to bring,” I say.

“Hey, I am American you know,” he says with a fake gasp.

“Right, Expat.” I hang up.

He gives me the finger in one of the cameras and I chuckle while taking a sip of my whisky. Jasper moved to London ten years ago, when I offered him a job.

The team and I are in America this week, doing a big job for an important person, who is having a BDSM masquerade party. I happen to partake, so I work them a lot.

I glance at one of the hallways and a couple is having a heated argument. Looking into the camera more intently, I’m sure it’s the plus one, with the Blowjob guy.

The man’s hands are moving aggressively in her direction and she flinches. She says something with her hands and he slaps the wall next to her causing her to shrink. I am gripping the cup and the ice is trembling in my drink. I hate abusive men and it’s clear this cunt is.

I turn the volume on to make sure I don’t need to send Jasper there.

“I could tell you liked it too much,” he seethes his words.

“I did what you asked me to,” her voice is confident, even though her posture is tense.

“Did you like sucking another man’s dick?” he whispers menacingly.

“No… I never want to do anything with other men, Ghost. You do, not me,” she says with a hand on her hip.

She’s a fighter.

“But you did it too well. Remember who you belong to,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I. Know,” she says, exacerbated.

“Then stop being a fucking whore,” he snaps at her.

She waits a moment before pushing his arm out of the way and walking away.

Good girl, stand your ground.

I find her on another screen and as soon as he’s out of sight, she relaxes and sighs. My insides are burning with rage. What is that dynamic anyway? Regardless of your kinks, all parties should be in agreement. She doesn’t seem to be in agreement.

Her voice was sultry and melodic, almost purring in my ear. My dick flinches at the thought. I look down at my slight bulge. I shake my head at the thought and get my head back in the game.

I check in on Jasper, who is currently helping a drunk man to his car. I try to focus on the job, but my thoughts go back to the sensual voice.

After a few minutes of quietly nursing my drink and watching the cameras, the door opens softly. It quickly clicks closed.

I tense, putting my mask on and keeping a hand close to my holster.

“This room is off limits,” I say looking at the dark silhouette.

“Oh… I’m sorry,”—that voice—“it was the only unlocked room, and I needed a moment.”

It’s her, the girl from the video. I stand up and slowly walk over to her, trying not to scare her.

She is looking into my mask’s eyes and when I am close, her head rises. She is a small little thing, about chest height. Her silk white dress is tight, accentuating her tits and curves. I clear my throat, trying to focus on something other than her body.

“Do you need help?” I ask and she shakes her head in response.

After a moment she says, “Just needed to get away from people.”

“People or a specific person,” I ask, knowing the answer.

“Something like the latter,” she huffs.

I want to offer her sanctuary, so I say, “Thirsty?”

She places a hand on her hip in response, “Excuse me?”

I sigh and say, “Would you like a drink?” I point at the bar in the room.

“Oh,” she gives a soft yet timid laugh.

Fuck that’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard.

“Lucky, you have your own bar,” she says.

“It’s the least the host can do,” I say, turning towards the cameras.

She looks at the monitors and says, “Ahh, security.”

I nod my head and grab the whisky.

“Can I have some, neat?” she says, staring at the whisky then looking into my mask’s eyes.

“Not a fruity drink drinker?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

She shakes her red masked head. “Not even a little.”

“Every American girl I’ve met—”

“Let me stop you right there. I’m not like most girls, period,” she interrupts.

“Noted,” I say, smirking at her tone.

She’s feisty. I like that. She’s a bit bratty in the best way.

She takes the first glass and downs it. “Ahhh that is smooth,” she says almost in a satisfied moan.

Christ, this woman is doing something to me. I turn to the camera to not let her distract me too much. She follows and stands next to me.

“You saw, didn’t you?” she points to the camera that points to where she was standing.

I don’t want to embarrass her so I say, “I see a lot of things, but I don’t focus on anything unless it needs my focus.”

She nods and takes a sip of her drink.

She leans and says, “This is an E29, series four.”

I snap my head at her and of course my dick stirs. A woman who knows technology, especially security equipment.

“How do you know that?” I ask, the shock evident in my voice.

She tenses and looks at me. “I like technology.” But she doesn’t elaborate. After another silent moment, she says, “You should upgrade, the series five is out and it’s got a lot of cool functions.”

I chuckle and say, “I will have to look into it.” I don’t want to push the topic of her knowledge of the cameras, so instead I change the subject. “Enjoying yourself so far?”

“This is by far the highlight of my night.” She lifts her drink before taking another sip.

I reciprocate the move and do the same.

Beep beep.

“Reaper,” I reply.

“We have a plus one missing.” I look over to her and Jasper continues, “BJ Ghost says his plus one is named Muse and he can’t find her. He is requesting for us to intervene.”

“I hear you. Outfit?” I ask and she looks over to me pointing at herself. I nod, answering her question and she smirks.

“White dress red mask,” Jasper says,

“Received, I’ll get back to you,” I say before I disconnect. I look back at her with my arms crossed. “Muse?”

“God, that is the stupidest name, but yes, that’s me. I guess he is looking for me?” she sighs exacerbated.

“Why be his sub if you aren’t enjoying it?” I ask, not being able to control the need to know any longer.

“You know, that’s a good question.” She turns towards the door and whispers, “One I’ve been asking myself every day.”

As she walks to the door I can’t take my eyes off her back. Her hair is in a tight bun, and her dress is backless. She has a scythe tattoo with a very intricate handle down her spine. It looks like the word Reaper is engraved in cursive.

I smirk. What an interesting woman.

Once she is at the door, she stops and says over her shoulder, “Thank you for the reprieve and the drink.” She takes a shaky breath. “I will probably be punished for drinking Whiskey.”

I tick my jaw in annoyance.

“Don’t you like to be punished?” I ask.

“Not anymore,” she says with a hint of sadness and fear.

She opens the doors and before she can step out, I grab her wrist, tighter than I want to but I’m angry at her insinuation. She stares at my tattooed hand before looking back at me. My fingers are tingling and her skin is visibly filling with goosebumps. I take some gum out of my pocket and give it to her. Without saying anything she shifts her mask and pops it in her mouth.

She takes a moment before she covers her mouth.

She licks her full lips and then says, “Thanks.” She puts her mask on properly and walks away.

I close the door and immediately look to find her on screen. She looks at the camera and gives me a small wave. Too soon, she gets to where Ghost is with Jasper. The blowjob, grabs her hand and pulls her to the exit.

I slump in my chair, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, hating the moment she walked out of this room and left with another man.

Blimey, what is wrong with me?