Marissa & Mr. White: (Sexy Contemporary Romance)

by Allen, Yolanda

  “I know.” I flop down onto the bed. “So what did you bring?”

  Bianca smiles as she unzips the bag. She takes out a black lace teddy that looks like a one-piece swimsuit. “Is that for me?”

  “Of course, my darling.”

  I take the lingerie from her hand. “Umm, this may be a little too provocative for me, Bee. I’ve never worn lingerie in my life.” I hold the material up in front of my face. “Will this even cover my butt?”

  “Just put it on. You’re thinking too much.”

  I sigh.

  “Rissa.” She gives me a warning look.

  “Okay, okay. I’m going to wear it.”

  “As if you have a choice.”

  I roll my eyes then go into the bathroom and put on the bodysuit. I was right. It doesn’t cover my whole butt. But I guess this style of lingerie isn’t for someone looking to be too modest. I step out of the bathroom. Bianca is already dressed in a similar outfit in blue. She looks drop dead gorgeous. But she always looks drop dead gorgeous.

  She looks back at me. “Oh my freaking gosh! Rissa…turn around.”

  I do a slow three-sixty.

  “You look dee-licious!”

  I can’t help smiling. “Thanks, Bee. So do you.”

  She reaches inside her bag and takes out two wigs. She hands me the auburn colored one then proceeds to put the blonde bob wig over her hair.

  “You wear a wig?” I ask as I examine the long auburn wig with thick fringe bangs.

  “Yeah girl, I don’t want anyone to recognize me.”

  I walk over to my full-length mirror and put the wig on. Bianca helps me tuck my hair underneath. I’ve never worn a wig before but I must admit, I look kinda cute and different.

  Bianca gives her approval then reaches into her bag again. “Here.” She hands me a purple masquerade mask with beautiful matching feathers. “Try this on.”

  I put on the mask then turn back to the mirror. “Wow.”

  “Hot right?” Bianca moves next to me. Her eyes are covered with a red and black lace mask.

  “Definitely hot. We look so mysterious.”

  “Mysteriously sexy,” Bianca says then blows a kiss to the beautiful bombshell staring back at her.

  I smile at my reflection. I never knew that I could look this damn good. Wow. Now I see why men like to see women in lingerie. It’s extremely appealing to the eyes. Very sexy.

  “Now to top it all off.” Bianca turns to the bed and retrieves a pair of black high heels from her bag. “Put these on.” She dangles the shoes from her index finger in my direction.

  “How high are those heels?”

  Bianca shrugs. “About four inches.”

  “No, thanks. I prefer two inches.”

  “Let me be the only one to ever hear you say that.”

  “What? Oh gosh, Bee. Leave it to you to make it sexual.”

  She laughs.

  “Let me clarify for all the pornographic minds in the room. I prefer two inch heels.”

  “Come on, live a little, Rissa. It’s not going to kill you to wear these shoes.”

  “I’m already out of my comfort zone wearing this lingerie. Can my feet at least be comfortable?”

  “Suit yourself.” Bianca tosses the heels back into her bag.

  I grab my black kitten heel sandals from my closet then put them on.

  Bianca gives an approving nod. “So tonight your name will be Camilla, if anyone asks.”

  “Camilla? That’s interesting. And what is your stage name?”

  “Natalia.”

  “Hmm. You kinda look like a Natalia.”

  “Thanks.” She zips up her overnight bag. “So Camilla, are you ready?”

  I take a deep breath. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

  We pull into the parking lot of a warehouse building. It’s three levels and all the windows are dark. We find a spot close to the entrance. A man dressed in all black that looks as if he drinks steroid shakes for breakfast mans the door. Bianca turns off the car.

  “So what do we do with our clothes?” I ask.

  “We leave them in the car.”

  “And walk outside with just our lingerie on?”

  “Uh, yeah. Do you see anyone else walking around covered up?” She points out the window.

  I look out the window at the few couples and groups of single ladies walking toward the club. They are all proudly sporting their lingerie. Some women even have on thongs. Definitely more comfortable than I think I’ll ever be wearing something in public that’s normally for private use. I’m not the one that likes to draw attention to myself but I don’t think that I’ll have the privilege of being invisible tonight.

  Bianca and I discard our cover-up clothes. I take a twenty and my driver’s license out of my purse then tuck it securely underneath the passenger’s seat. I examine my reflection in the window when I exit the car.

  “You look great,” Bianca says as she walks towards me.

  “Thanks.” I manage a smile.

  “You ready?” she asks.

  I nod. Bianca hooks her arm through mine and leads me toward the front entrance. The doorman with a no-nonsense look on his face welcomes us. “Ladies, may I see your I.D. please?”

  I hand him my I.D. while Bianca takes hers out of her wristlet. Once he verifies our age he opens the door for us to enter the club. I step inside then hand my driver’s license and money to Bianca to put inside her wristlet. To my surprise there’s a “check-in” desk in the front area. Two brunettes wearing black sequined masquerade masks and barely there lingerie greet the guests. Clipboards and a stack of papers are on the table in front of them. We walk over to the table and stand behind one of the couples with the lady sporting a thong. One of the check-in ladies takes payment for entry into the club.

  “It costs to get in?” I whisper in Bianca’s ear.

  “Only for couples and if you want to pay for a private room. Single ladies are always free.”

  Finally it’s our turn. Both ladies’ scarlet red lips part into wide smiles. I smile back. "Welcome to Club Masquerade. Is this your first visit?" the lady on the right asks.

  I nod.

  "Okay." She hands me a form. "This is a 'no disclosure' statement. It's pretty much stating that what goes on here stays here." She winks.

  I look to Bianca and she nods. I sign the form then get my entry sticker so that I can go in and out of the club at will. “Okay, Bee, take the lead.”

  Bianca smiles then enter through the heavy black curtains. I follow close behind not sure what is waiting for me on the other side. My heart races with anticipation as I let the curtains close behind me. To my surprise it looks just like a regular lounge with a bar and a few couches and tables. A handful of people are scattered around the spacious room, talking and drinking. The music isn’t too loud, making the space ideal for socializing. There's a decent sized dance floor, which features a pole on the far left side. A slim chick in a red lace bra with matching panties slides down the pole and lands into a split. One guy steps up to her and puts money in the front of her bra once she gets up from the floor. She repays him with a kiss on the cheek before twirling around the pole again.

  “So as you can see, this is the lounge area where the club goers can have a few drinks and get acquainted. There are restrooms over there.” Bianca points to our right. “There are two floors upstairs. The second floor is an open area with huge beds, some behind curtains and some in the open. There’s also a large and well-equipped dungeon.”

  “A dungeon?”

  “Yes, a real dungeon. I’m not really into the Fifty Shades of Grey type stuff but if you’re into being spanked, whipped and tied up then that’s where you go.”

  “I don’t think I’ll be getting spanked or whipped or tied up tonight.”

  “Hmm, tied up could be fun, actually.” Bianca looks as if she’s really contemplating the idea.

  “What did you do the last time you were here?”

  “I came w
ith Rodney. You remember Rodney?”

  “Vaguely.”

  “Yeah, well he only lasted a good month. But anyway, he paid extra that night so that we could get a private room. We had a few drinks once we got here, did a little tour, and then got down to business. It was fun…for what it was. The private rooms are on the top floor. You have the option to pay extra when you check in, however, if you’re a premium member then that’s included in your monthly membership.”

  “A monthly membership? Are you serious?”

  “I’m serious.”

  Who knew? Well it is a club so I guess it makes sense to have a membership option. I shrug. Just then a guy in plaid pajamas with a potbelly waves at me. I shake my head no, and inch closer to Bianca. Times like this I wish that I did drink. I’m sure a shot of something would ease my nerves. “Bee, I think I need to use the bathroom.”

  “Are you okay?” She looks into my eyes with genuine concern.

  “I just need a moment.”

  She nods. “I’ll be at the bar.”

  I turn to head to the restroom just when a large group of people enter the club. They are laughing and talking as if this is their typical Friday night outing. I try not to make eye contact although I know that no one here will know me not to mention it’s hard to tell who I am with this mask and wig on. I squeeze through the crowd and push open the bathroom door. It’s empty. Great. I walk over to the sink and grab a sheet of paper towel from the dispenser. I pat the sweat that has pooled underneath my armpits. I’ve never been this nervous out in public in my life. Well I’ve never been half naked with a mask on in a club full of strangers having sex either.

  I don’t know if I can go through with this. Maybe just the fact that I showed up would be good enough. Maybe I can leave Bianca here and then come back to pick her up later. I’m sure she won’t mind. It’s not like we paid to get in.

  I exhale deeply and grip the porcelain sink as I stare at the stranger in the mirror. How can I possibly go from being sexually inexperienced to having multiple orgasms with masked men?

  I’m just not ready.

  I pass two giggling girls with half empty martini glasses as I walk back toward the lounge area to find Bianca. Just in the past few minutes the crowd has doubled in size. The lighting seems to have dimmed more than before. I stand near the entryway and scan the room looking for a girl in a blue outfit with an auburn wig. Not only is it much dimmer than when we first arrived but now there’s this smokey haze. I’ll never find her unless I walk through the crowd. I exhale deeply then take the first step toward the bar. I say a thousand “excuse me’s” as I slide between the half naked people. My gaze lands on a pale woman as she stands in the middle of two men. Her head is thrown back in pleasure as the guy behind her plays with her nipples and the other one has his hand between her legs. Her panties are pulled to the side and he has three fingers inside her. My face warms as I look up to find the lady staring at me stare at them. She smiles then bites down on her lower lip. The guy in front of her notices that I’m looking as well. He looks at her and she rolls her tongue across her top lip still looking at me.

  I can’t move. Do I want to move?

  He looks back at me and grins. Her long fingers with red painted nails grips his shoulder as his fingers slide in and out of her faster now. The faster he goes the louder she moans. The guy behind her now has her full breast exposed sucking on her pink nipples. I watch her body move against the guy’s hand. My body involuntarily moves in rhythm with hers as if we are one. I can feel my own nipples strain against the fabric of my bodysuit as I’m now wet with desire between my thighs. I can’t take my eyes off her. My nails drag up my thighs as the lust intensifies. Our gazes are locked. Within seconds, she climaxes without breaking eye contact. I let out a slow breath. The lady smiles then blow a kiss at me. I turn away as I realize what just happened.

  I need to find Bianca.

  I finally make my way through the crowd to the bar. No Bianca in sight. Dang it. Where did she go? I’m hot. I need something to drink. I find an empty stool at the bar and I slide onto the seat. My damp crotch reminds me of just how aroused I am. I’ve never watch anyone involved in a sexual act live before. I’ve watched a porno or two just out of curiosity but this was different. This was…better.

  “What can I get for you sweetheart?” The bartender smiles.

  “Water, please.”

  “Bottle or glass?” he asks.

  “Whichever is free.”

  He nods.

  I take a napkin from the bar and dab away the sweat from my forehead. These damn bangs from this wig are hotter than I expected it to be. I gather my hair into a ponytail and sweep it over my shoulder. Ahh. It feels so much cooler with the hair off my back. I normally wear my hair in a low bun so I don’t really have to deal with it. The bartender returns with my glass of water. He sticks a long black straw inside then walks off to attend to the next customer.

  I grab the glass of water and take a sip through the straw. My eyes close as the cool sensation travels across my chest providing instant relief. After a few seconds, I get this weird feeling that I’m being watched. I open my eyes and find a guy in a white masquerade mask staring at me. I can only see his mouth. And what a nice mouth it is. My gaze travels from his mouth down to his well-sculpted chest then over his pronounced abs and down the dark hairy trail that extends into his white silk pajama pants. His body shifts and I immediately look up. He’s still staring at me but he’s now resting his forearms on the bar. I can see his tattoo now that covers the top half of his arm. Nice arms.

  My gaze revisits his mouth. He grins. I try to return the gesture but I realize that I’m still sucking on my straw. I place the glass of water back onto the bar. Before I can turn back to kissable lips he’s moved closer. His bare chest is now pressed against my arm and his finger is rubbing the back of my neck. I soon realize that he’s actually tracing the breast cancer awareness ribbon that I had tattooed on the back of my neck a week after my mother died. His touch reignites the lust that I’d felt earlier. A tingling sensation courses through my body as his cool lips press against my skin. I don’t remember if Richard ever kissed the back of my neck before. If he had, it hadn’t felt this good.

  Suddenly his mouth is close to my ear. “Nice tatt.”

  Before I can even say thank you he’s walking away. I stare at his back, more specifically the sprawling tattoo across his back, as he makes his way through the crowd. Damn.

  “Marissa!”

  My head snaps in the direction of the familiar voice. “Oh. My. God. I’ve been looking for you. Where were you?”

  “I waited here, but you were taking so long that I went looking for you. Are you okay?”

  I jump off the stool. “I think I’ve had enough for one night.”

  Bianca nods then hooks her arm through mine and we make our way to the exit. I glance over my shoulder and see the man in white walking up the stairs hand in hand with a blonde.

  For some weird reason, I wish it were me.

  Can You Handle It?

  Monday…

  Today is my first day as the Executive Assistant to the new Marketing Director, Mr. Austin White. I’m just as nervous now as I was when I was sixteen going out on my first date with Richard. I think the fact that I’m starting my first day in this new position with a new boss is adding to the anxiety. I have no idea what to expect. All Harold said before he left was the guy was great for the position and I should do fine. Okay. And what does that really mean? Great for the position doesn’t mean that he’ll be a great boss or that he’ll even like me. I need him to like me. I mean really like me. I need him to feel as if he can’t live without me because honestly, I can’t live without this job.

  I take a deep breath as I exit the elevator. “Good morning, Josie and Denise,” I say with a huge smile as I walk up to the receptionist desk.

  “Well good morning to you, big timer,” Josie greets me. “So are you excited?”

  “I�
��m so nervous.” I rest my elbows on the receptionist desk.

  “You’ll do fine, Marissa. I’m so glad you got promoted.” Denise smiles and pats my hand.

  “This is my first time working as an assistant though. I just wished that Mr. Chase were still here for my first month to get situated first. It would have made the transition much easier.”

  “Well sweetheart, the time has come to hop on that bike without the training wheels,” Josie says.

  “I guess you’re right. Fingers crossed that he hires me on permanently.” We all cross our fingers, kiss them, and hold them up to the sky. “Eek. Alright, here goes nothing.” I wave goodbye as I make my way down the hall. I get to Harold’s old office. No one is inside, but the light is on. There’s a black briefcase on the desk so I know the new guy is here. I glance behind me. Perhaps he went to the restroom. I shrug. My new work home is two cubicles down from my boss’ office. It’s your standard cubicle. Nothing fancy. A little drab if you ask me with the dark grayish blue walls. At least they are high walls. I don’t have to worry about looking at other people while I work. Sharing an open workspace for the past two years with two other people was definitely not my idea of a good working environment. But that’s what you have to deal with as a receptionist. Lucky for me Denise and Josie are great girls and we get along great.

  This area is spacious. Easy to keep neat and clean. I take the pink sticky note from the monitor. My username and password. Great. Oh and the last girl had a screen guard on the monitor. Good. Now I don’t have to worry about the eye invaders walking down the hall spying on my computer. That’s what I like to call nosey people who are always looking over your shoulder. Eye invaders. I laugh to myself as I turn on the computer. While it’s booting up I place my bag on the floor underneath my desk then I open the third drawer on my left and sit my purse inside. Once the login screen pops up I enter the username and password. I have to remind myself to change the password to something that I will easily remember.