It doesn’t take him long to hone in on the man and his very young escort, whom I presume is his daughter, or else he has a taste I cannot fulfill.
Hanging by the glittering bar in one of the plush carpeted lounges, under low lighting and chandeliers as Alexi swoops like a bird of prey and is fast in pushing me and my breasts right under the other man’s nose.
He isn’t shy about handling me in whatever way he wants, and tonight is no exception in that respect. I am a piece of attractive meat to be dangled in front of a very hungry animal. Alexi is the game keeper.
Now I see why I was getting the appreciative glances from Alexi as Demagio becomes instantly mesmerised with all that creamy flesh on show and practically salivates between them. Alexi knew he was a boob man, clearly. Another premeditated game play on his part and I honestly feel like nothing he does is ever genuine.
Anger and a sense of hurt pride aching low inside my gut and I push it away as stupid. He brought me as a pawn and I shouldn’t be upset to be treated as such. This is who he is.
‘’Alexi! What a pleasure running into you here tonight; I wasn’t sure you still came to the opera, it’s been a while.’’ Demagio literally cannot tear those watered green eyeballs off my derriere as he talks and even though this is something I am used to, I am finding it increasingly uncomfortable as his young date eyes me warily with a distasteful look. She looks all of thirteen at most and has a haughtiness that is reserved for spoiled brats of rich people. I ignore her completely but it’s hard when a teen is giving you the mother of all death glares.
Young, short, mousy brown, chubby and dressed in a mother approved gown that would be better suited on a pensioner. I can see why this red painted woman is a source of disgust and her mother must be a joy. Now I see why it is a sexless marriage. I am guessing this offspring marked the last of their bedroom romps.
Demagio is a round, red-faced and balding specimen that reminds me of an over inflated tyre about to pop out of his trim fitted tuxedo. He seems like a man who should be eternally greasy in a vest and scratching his balls on some swampy back porch somewhere.
‘’I’m a busy man and Camilla here insisted on this little outing to show off her new dress, didn’t you sweetheart? Camilla this is Marcus Demagio … Marcus, Camilla Walters.’’ Alexi throws me a fake look of adoration and gently presses his hand into the base of my spine, so I am thrust back into the fold of the two men, with my boobs right up under Demagio’s chin once again. I wasn’t aware I had been back stepping to get away until this moment and I throw on an equally fake smile back at him, at his lame pet name and manhandling. Standing my ground, so he can’t get me any closer.
I sure as hell do not need any prompts on seduction from him. I can handle this on my own. There is more skill in this than just waving my breasts at the man and Alexi has no comprehension of how to subtly work a man into a sweat. He is all about the full offensive and that is not how I play.
‘’Charmed Dahling.’’ I shake Demagio’s outstretched hand and smile sweetly as he practically melts at my feet. ‘’He likes to keep me hidden in little dark places away from any form of human contact, as though I am some sort of ugly leper, don’t you baby? Anyone would think he is ashamed of me.’’ I flutter my lashes adoringly Alexi’s way and almost grin at the hint of annoyance that flickers fleetingly by. Demagio bursts into an over dramatic laugh and brings both our attention back to him.
He is one of those enthusiastic types who over laughs at women’s attempts at humour because he thinks it might get him laid.
In your dreams creep! You couldn’t even pay me to let you at me.
‘’How delightful, you’re a Brit? I love your accent, how very royal. So completely charming and funny too, you are just divine!’’ He swoops up my hand in his for a second time and attacks it with sloppy wet kisses that get an Alexi eyebrow raise before he looks away and smooth’s down his jacket, fixing his bow tie a little aggressively.
I try not to pull my hand back and wipe it down Alexi’s sleeve, even though I get the impression he didn’t like that little move at all. Demagio is a little more hands-on than Alexi would seem to tolerate but as he is trying to sweeten him he is letting it slide, I learned quickly that you do not touch Alexi’s toys, he is not a sharing player even when it’s a ruse in his favour.
Demagio makes my skin crawl but as requested I am all smiles and charm with little subtle touches to encourage the flirtatious play as I slide an arm in his, giving him the full Camilla spotlight treatment which assures men I am completely smitten for them.