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Part 7
Ben took Lee’s coat as they entered the warm pub. The air outside was cold and crisp, and they were still shivering from the short walk. Ben’s hand rested on the small of Lee’s back as he guided her to a high-top table near the back. They’d spent the last two hours at a cinema, and the quiet hum of conversation and clinking glasses felt like a natural extension of their date.
“This was a great idea,” Lee said, sliding onto the stool. Her knee brushed against his under the table, a conscious point of contact that warmed his heart. “I needed this after that movie. My brain is still trying to process that ending.”
“I told you the scientist was the villain,” Ben said with a soft laugh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her thigh. “You never believe me.”
Before she could retort, a voice cut through the ambient noise. “Ben? No way. Ben!”
They both turned to see a short, slightly heavyset man waving from a few tables over, a wide and genuine smile on his face. Ben’s face lit up with recognition. “Enrique? Wow, it’s been forever.”
Enrique was over in an instant, pulling Ben into a brief, back-slapping hug. “I can’t believe it! You look great, man.” His eyes, warm and friendly, then shifted to Lee, and his smile softened into something more polite, almost shy. “And who is this?”
“Enrique, this is my girlfriend, Lee,” Ben said. “Actually, this is my fiancee, Lee” he quickly corrected, his voice radiating pride, making Lee’s cheeks flush. “Lee, this is Enrique. We survived high school together.”
“A shared trauma bonds men for life,” Enrique said with a chuckle, offering his hand. Lee took it. “It’s a real pleasure to meet you, Lee. You know, you look… incredibly familiar. Have we met before?”
Lee’s smile looked a bit more confused, pensive. She looked at him more intensely, trying to jog her memory, but nothing came. “I don’t think so,” she said tentatively. “Maybe I just have one of those faces.”
“Maybe,” Enrique mused, though he still looked thoughtful. “Well, regardless, it’s great to finally meet you properly. Ben, you lucky son of a gun.” He pulled over a stool from a nearby empty table without asking, his cheerful energy letting him get away with it. “Mind if I join you for a bit? The next round is on me. Gotta celebrate you two!”
They fell into an easy conversation. Enrique regaled them with stories of a perpetually single, awkward Ben from years past, and Ben countered with tales of Enrique’s disastrous attempts to pick up women at university-sponsored events. Lee relaxed into the dynamic, enjoying the way Ben’s eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way his hand never fully left some part of her – her arm, her back, her leg.
Enrique was a fantastic audience, his laughter booming, his attentiveness making both of them feel like the most interesting people in the room. He was clearly, genuinely happy for them. But halfway through his second pint, his laughter suddenly died down. His eyes, which had been flitting between them, settled on Lee with an uncomfortable recognition. He grew quiet, nursing his beer and offering only short, distracted replies.
When Lee excused herself to find the restroom, the vibrant energy at the table evaporated. Enrique watched her disappear into the back hallway, then turned to Ben, his face uncharacteristically serious.
“Dude,” he started, then stopped, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Look, man, I… I have to tell you something. And I don’t know how you’re gonna take this.”
Ben took a slow sip of his whiskey. “Okay. You’ve got my attention.”
“I remembered where I know her from.” Enrique’s voice dropped to a low, conspiratorial rumble. He looked pained. “It was a few years back. At one of those… clubs I sometimes go to. The private, members-only kind. You know the ones I mean.”
Ben simply nodded, his expression unreadable.
“She was there,” Enrique continued, his eyes flicking toward the restroom hallway again. “With this guy, Mark. Big name in that whole… Scene. She was on a leash, man. On a leash, sitting on her knees on the floor. Naked. Basically naked, just like tiny little black panties. She had beautiful boobs.” He swallowed hard, looking wistful, the memory vivid in his eyes. Then he realized what he’d just said. “Sorry! Sorry man… Anyway… the thing about his table was… shit, Ben… whenever anyone came over, she’d… she’d go to them. I mean, it wasn’t just her. There were other girls there. Mark has a following… But one of them would go to anyone who came over. And it was sometimes her, you know? And she’d…” He couldn’t say it for a moment, wiping a hand over his mouth. “She’d offer. She offer them. If they agreed she’s go down on them. Anyone. Men, women, didn’t matter. One of the girls would come and offer. Shit, I thought they were just, you know, call girls for the party.”
He leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper now, laced with a mixture of shame and concern for his friend. “I… I was there that night,” he started, his words hesitant, his fingers tightening around his glass. “And… look, man, I need to be honest with you, but… fuck, I don’t even know how to say this.” He paused, his eyes flicking to Ben’s face, searching for permission, or maybe some sign that he should stop. “Do you… do you even want me to keep going? Like, is this something you’re okay hearing?”
Ben’s expression remained unreadable, a small nod his only response.
Enrique hesitated again, clearly struggling. “She was there, and it was just… it was part of whatever was happening, you know? Okay, okay… So, I… I joined the table. But… shit, Ben, she was so submissive. She came to me on her knees, her head down, with her breasts just… It was like she didn’t even think about it.” He trailed off, his face flushed with guilt, his voice barely audible now. “She… she offered. Obviously I accepted, you know? Who wouldn’t? And then she did it. For me. Just like that. And it was… goddammit, it was incredible. Like, some of the best I’ve ever had. She used her hands and everything.” He let out a shaky breath, his eyes darting away. He paused for a bit, clearly struggling, before continuing in an embarrassed voice “And then… I…” He stopped again. After a few moments of silence, he heard Ben. “Just say it.” Swallowing hard, his hands trembling slightly, Enrique finished in a whisper. “I came. In her mouth. And… and she…” his words now all but inaudible. “… she swallowed.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Enrique looked like he wanted to disappear, his gaze fixed on the table, unable to meet Ben’s eyes. “Fuck, man, I’m so sorry,” he muttered, his voice breaking. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I shouldn’t have… I don’t even know why I told you. I just… I thought you should know.” He grimaced, shaking his head. “I feel like an asshole.”
He leaned back, bracing himself for the explosion, the anger, the betrayal, the denial.
Ben placed his glass down on the table with a soft click. He couldn’t say he liked hearing that. He’s been dating Lee for sightly over a year now, engaged for just under a week, and he managed to keep away from any such details from her other life. Until now, that is. And his depiction of the head she gave him… It sounded surprisingly alien to his own experience. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that either. But as he looked at Enrique’s anxious, guilt-ridden face, he found a slow, easy smile spreading across his own. He reached out and clapped Enrique firmly on the shoulder.
“Enrique,” he said, his voice warm and steady. “Thank you. Thank you for looking out for me. I mean that.”
Enrique blinked, utterly confused. “You… you’re not mad?”
“Lee told me about Mark. About her other life. Right from the very start. She’s always been honest with me.” Ben’s gaze was calm, accepting. He saw Lee beginning to weave her way back through the crowd toward them, a curious smile on her beautiful face. He turned back to his stunned friend, his smile turning into a playful grin.
“So, since you brought it up,” Ben said, his tone light and teasing. “I think buying just one round is pretty cheap. You really ought to buy the next two rounds. You know, you kind of owe Lee for that favor.” Enrique froze for a second, trying to make sense of what Ben was saying. Then he guffawed, relaxing into his chair. “Yeah. Yeah, I believe I kind of do.”