I retreat from the crowd, eyes never leaving her for one instant as I exit the room through the east door, practically racing to the west, in order to watch her again.

It’s not a test as such, because I know what she’ll do, but I’m curious. She turns, lost, uncertain—even if I can’t see her face, it’s obvious in the way she looks here and there, desperate.

Someone approaches, likely talking to her. She takes a step back, shaking her head.

Hell no, she won’t accept help half naked. Good girl.

Claire’s hands move to the knot at her waist, but she talks herself out of it, obeying my order, as she keeps turning and turning, walking through the half-naked crowd, snapping at anyone who dares come too close.

I grin. In truth, not too many people here would hit on her. Her hair’s recognizable enough, and I marked her as unavailable. I only know a couple of dicks who’d cross that line. People are approaching her because she looks lost, and they want to help. But given that they all have their cocks or pussies out as well masks over their faces, she runs.

Literally. She’s racing to the doors, panicking. And remaining just as bare as I left her.

Very good girl.

“Nine! Eight! Seven!” Cynthia starts to count down into a microphone.

The energy changes a little, people desperate to be just where they intended to be at midnight. Couples leave their lovers to find their real partners, flirting pairs start to take it to the next level, most crotches still covered get stripped. Including mine.

At five, I race to my prey.

I grab her around the neck from behind, and she immediately starts to fight back, kicking out, arms flaying. “Let me go!”

“Three, two⁠—”

Before she can turn, I shove my cock right at her entrance and push in, though she’s as dry as I’ve ever found her, and still trying to flee.

“One! Masks off!”

I remove mine, and thrust in again. “You heard her. Mask off, little ghost.”

“What?” she snaps. “Oh my god, Keller!”

It’s a wonder how her tight vise instantly floods with warmth.

“You’re the fucking worst!” she grunts between pants as I laugh, lifting her leg up.

Her hands fly to the wall, keeping her balanced. She hasn’t had a chance to remove her mask yet, and I rather like that, so I don’t tell her off.

“How did you like playing hide and seek?” I ask, grinning.

Her pussy’s giving me all the answer I need.

“I hated it.”

“Mmhmm.”

Seriously, she’s strangling my cock, already moments away from losing it.

“You could have been anyone!” she whines.

“Would I let anyone else fuck this delicious cunt of yours?”