Chapter Twelve
Corliss Dreams
Kissing her olive skinned foot as she insisted, I looked up from my humble position on the multi-patterned carpet of the salon.
I was, also as she insisted, as naked as the day I had been delivered into the world and acutely self-conscious in regard of the fact.
And why on this or any other planet would I not have been, given I was not alone in her presence and my shame, together with overpowering need that was responsible for it, was being witnessed by Chou Zhang himself from his position on a high-backed and ornate wooden chair that served as his throne.
“I have permission from my true master,” her musical, evil, and utterly thrilling voice sang in both my ears and my veins, “to accept you as my possession.”
I was aware of the indignity her words besto
