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turned into a prison.
    What better way to celebrate her newly won freedom then to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, drown in a total and reckless sexuality with the kind of man that absolutely demanded everything of her? Kennedy had never done anything halfway, and somehow this immersion in sex—and maybe even perversion—suited her sensibilities.
    A never-been-kissed virgin getting fucked by a powerful stranger in a sex dungeon, Kennedy thought, as she pulled her sweater off and discarded it. The thought made her smile to herself. She faced the wall.
    This one takes the cake, Kennedy. Even for you, this is truly an unexpected solution to a complicated problem.
    She unsnapped her bra and let that fall as well. Now she was completely nude, and she looked down to see her nipples hardened, her shaved pussy slick. Thank God she’d shaved her legs, underarms and everything before going to the interview. It would have been embarrassing to not feel totally clean and ready to be seen by a discriminating eye.
    Her skin broke into goosebumps. At any moment, she knew, the door would open and Easton would come inside. And then…there was nothing more she could imagine, although images cascaded across her mind’s eye.
    The seconds turned into minutes and she began losing some of her enthusiasm.
    Where was he? What was he doing? What if he sent some other man in his place, simply to humiliate her? What would she do then?
    That last thought took all the giddiness and allure out of her, and now her stomach roiled in fear and anxiety. She felt tears spring to her eyes. He might be filming her, even now, laughing as he and his degenerate friends watched her plight.
    Red Jameson might even see a copy someday.
    Calm down, Kennedy , she told herself. You’re letting your mind play tricks on you.
    But the scene was quickly losing its luster, and she’d started to think that maybe the whole decision had been a big mistake. She bent down, grabbed her bra and panties and began getting dressed again—but just then the door opened.
    “Shit,” she said, standing up straight and turning around again.
    “I told you to stay facing the wall.”
    “I’m sorry, I—“
    “Go home, Kennedy.”
    “It was an accident—“
    “I said, go home.” The door shut again.
    She waited but it never opened again, and she knew he would not return.

    ***
    Kennedy didn’t sleep very well that night.
    Lying on her mattress on the floor, she awoke fully in the darkness after tossing and turning for hours on end.
    Her skin and senses were on fire with longing, with desperate need that she hadn’t even realized she possessed.
    She threw the blanket aside and spread her legs, allowing the long t-shirt she’d worn to hike up her hips. Pushing her fingers down her panties, she touched a delicious wetness and pictured his face, the look in his eyes, the sound of his voice.
    And then she was stroking into herself, and imagining him—remembering him, and allowing him to be there with her in spirit.
    God, if only she hadn’t panicked at the last minute, who knows what might have happened? Maybe she’d still be with him even now, feeling his body against hers, taking him inside of her.
    With that thought, her legs widened and her back arched, and an orgasm crashed through her, and she cried out in surprise and elation.
    It was quickly done and the euphoria faded almost as fast. She was alone again in her tiny little apartment, feeling lost and alone and confused, directionless for the very first time in her entire life. Adrift. Completely and utterly without purpose.
    The tears came and she allowed herself a good cry, and then, like a baby, drifted off to sleep.
    She awoke to the sound of her cellphone going off nearby. Blearily, she opened her eyes and crawled to grab it and see who was calling at what felt like the crack of dawn.
    The number was restricted, but she answered anyway.
    “Hello?”
    The impatient voice was all too recognizable. “Where are