“May I help you find something?” A beautiful modelesque girl in her twenties approaches me.
“Hi, umm, I’m looking for something sexy to wear to a…umm…a pajama party. Co-ed…pajama party.” I smile trying hard to hide my uneasiness.
“I can definitely help you with that.”
“Oh, I have a gift card for one hundred dollars so that’s my spending limit.”
The store clerk smiles. “We should be able to find you something nice in that price range.”
She leads me over to the lingerie. She quickly picks out two outfits. “I don’t really know your style but these two are popular this season. We have a nice satin nightie, with a scoop neckline and lace on the sides.” She turns it around. “It drops very low in the back. Something sexy but not too revealing.”
“I like this.” I rub the fabric between my fingers.
“Yes, this feels very good against your skin.” She sits it to the side. “Now this one is really cute and flirty. Here you have a nice cami with a pair of shorts. It’s satin as well. We have Chantilly lace trim on the front and a deep V back. The shorts have the lace trim at the side slits.”
“I like the fact that I can be sexy without revealing too much. So do you have these two in black?” I don’t want to have to buy a new masquerade mask.
“We sure do. I will get you a size small, correct?”
I nod.
She smiles then grabs both lingerie in black and I follow her to the cash register. I look at my phone. I have just enough time to eat my tuna sandwich I brought from home before Mr. White gets back to the office. I pay for my two outfits then I walk briskly back to my job. I stop by the receptionist desk once I make it to my floor. “Hey, Mr. White hasn’t returned yet has he?”
They both shake their heads no.
“Good. See ya later.” I make a dash for the break room, snatch my tuna sandwich from the fridge with a bottle of water and head to my cubicle. I place the Victoria’s Secret bag, my sandwich and bottle of water down then unlock my desk drawer to put my purse inside.
“Get anything for me?”
I spin around at the sound of his voice. I place my hand up to my pounding heart. “You startled me, Mr. White. I didn’t know you were back.”
He steps around me and peeks into my bag. He cuts his eyes at me. I can feel the blood rushing to my face. His mouth turns up into a sideways grin. He moves around me again until he’s standing outside of my cubicle. “Can you come into my office?”
He walks away before I can tell him that I was just about to sit down to eat. A moment later I follow in his footsteps. I take my time because I’m not sure what he’s about to say. Mr. White has his back facing the door as I enter his office. He’s tapping on the display of his cell phone. “Sir?”
He picks up a file from his desk then turns to face me. "Emily Price is a new interior designer that I want to bring on board. If we get the new account on Friday then she will definitely come in handy. I need you to create a vendor contract for her and email it to her staff for her signature.”
I take the file from his hand, more focused on the file than making eye contact. I try hard to make sure that we don’t touch hands. I don’t think I can handle another episode like I had the last time we were skin to skin.
“Also, I see that Harold has a lot of old paperwork in this office that I need removed. I am focused on new business with the entertainment industry so those files aren't necessary. Going forward, Samson and his team will handle those contracts so I don't need any of those files cluttering up my office space.” He points to the gray filing cabinet behind the office door.
I glance behind me.
“I will have one of the guys move the boxes down to the filing room. It will be your responsibility to have them file by the end of the week.”
“Yes, sir.”
He walks around to his seat. “I’m leaving at four today. I have some important business that I need to attend to. You can leave at four as well.” He takes his seat.
“Oh, thank you, Mr. White. I really appreciate that.”
I stand and wait for further instruction. His gaze travels the length of me. I don’t know why I feel so self-conscious. It’s like he’s studying me. Is he looking for a flaw? His gaze finally meets mine. “Sir?”
He turns his attention to his vibrating cell phone. He picks it up from the desk then looks down at the screen. “That’s all, Miss Riley.”
Against The Glass
I pull into the parking lot. I can’t believe I’m even here. I cut off the car. It’s seven-thirty. I glance to the front entrance. There’s a different doorman this time. This one is a little shorter and even more bulky, if that’s possible. There are about ten cars in the parking lot. I hope there are more than ten people in here though. I’m already nervous I don’t want to stand out in the crowd too much. I take out my cell phone and dial Bianca’s number for the third time. Still going straight to voicemail. Dang it. What is this girl doing? She must have her phone off. Oh well. Looks like I’m definitely doing this on my own. I can’t believe I’m doing this by myself. I don’t even go out to eat at restaurants by myself. Come to think of it, I haven’t even gone to see a movie by myself. Yet here I am sitting in my car, solo, in front of Club Masquerade.
I take a deep breath. It’s now or never. I look in my rearview mirror and fluff out my fringe bangs. This time I decided to wear this wig in a bun off my neck. It was entirely too hot the last time. I make sure the wig is secure on my head before I place the purple masquerade mask on my face. If the guy in white is here then he’ll definitely recognize me by my mask. He probably won’t be here. It’s a Tuesday night. I’m sure he doesn’t come here every night. Or maybe he does. I need for him to be here tonight. I’m not sure what I plan to do if I see him though. I just need to see him. For the first time in my life I’m being “sexually spontaneous” and I would hate for it to be wasted. I don’t know if I would ever get up the nerve again to come to the club alone if this is a major failure.
Seven-forty.
So far only two more cars have arrived. It’s still early. Okay. Let’s get this over with. If I don’t see him by eight o’clock then I’m leaving. I drop my cell phone into my purse, take out my wallet and attach it to my wrist with the detachable band. I then lock my purse up inside my glove compartment. Seven forty-five. Okay, Rissa, you can do this. My heart races as I take wobbly steps toward the front entrance. I’m the only one outside at this point. Besides the doorman of course, who only greets me with a nod then extends his hand waiting for my I.D. I hold up my I.D. still in the plastic case on the inside of my small wallet. He looks at the picture I.D. then at me. With my mask and wig on, how can he really tell I’m the person in the photo? I guess it’s just formality. He opens the door for me without saying a word.
I walk straight over to the check-in desk and get my sticker. I don’t have to sign a form this time. I exhale deeply then walk through the heavy black curtains. Is it me or is everyone staring at me? My mom always said that if you ever get lost never look as though you’re lost. So I raise my head up high and take confident strides to the bar as if I’ve done this a million times. I slide onto the barstool. It’s the same bartender from Friday night. He looks at me with recognition in his eyes. “Water? Or can I get you something a little stronger?” he asks.
I smile. “You remember me?”
“It’s a part of my job to remember what my guests likes.” He winks.
“A glass of water is fine. Thank you.”
“Coming right up.”
I glance around the room. Everyone seems to be in his or her own little world. The bartender returns with my water. “Is it always this crowded on a Tuesday?” I ask, my words dripping with sarcasm.
The bartender laughs. “The night is young babe. Give it another hour or two and you can barely move in this place. Believe it or not, Tuesday is one of our busiest nights.”
“Really? A Tuesday?”
He nods. “There are more people upstairs on the second floor. That scene may be more appealing to you then down here. There’s a bar up there as well, in case you want more water.” He grins.
If I didn’t know any better I’d think he’s making fun of me. “I guess you don’t get many patrons asking for water, huh?”
“Not often. Drinking and letting go of all your inhibitions normally go hand in hand.”
“Right.” I sip my water although I’m not thirsty. I need to busy myself. I survey the room, every few seconds, in search of the man in white. It’s eight o’clock. That was my cut off time. I turn my gaze toward the staircase. My lip twitches.
“You’re not obligated to do anything you don’t want to do,” the bartender says as if noticing my apprehension. “You can just watch if that’s what you’re into.”
I look at him. Flashbacks of that lady with the two men rush into my mind. “I can just watch?”
“Yep. Go ahead.” He points his head in the direction of the stairs. “I promise they won’t bite unless that’s what you’re into.” A wicked grin spreads across his face.
I’m not even sure what I’m into. Until last Friday I never knew that I was into watching strangers. To my surprise, the thought of doing that again excites me. I finish my water then rise from the stool. I take one last glance at the bartender. He stares at me without saying a word. A part of me wants him to stop me, to keep me at this bar, drinking water, and chattin’ it up with him. The other part of me wants to know what’s up those stairs.
I stand at the bottom of the staircase. Okay. This is the point of no return. I slowly ascend the short flight of stairs. The first room I come to is the dungeon that Bianca had mentioned last week. I poke my head inside. It’s empty. I imagined that it would be scarier looking than it actually is. There’s a table covered with condoms, paper towels, disinfectant wipes, and lubrication. In one corner of the room is a black leather swing of some sort. It looks interesting. On the back wall are two sets of chains hanging down with metal cuffs on the end. There’s also a table near the chains with different size paddles and whips. Bianca’s words play back in my mind, if you’re into being spanked, whipped and tied up then that’s where you go. I have a very low threshold for pain. I doubt I’ll ever be into getting spanked or whipped.
I hear laughter so I walk down the hall to investigate where it’s coming from. There’s a vast room to my left with large windows on both sides of the doorway. I suppose the large windows are for those that like to watch without getting too up close and personal. I stand in front of the window. There are people sprawled across most of the beds in the room. Some just talking and drinking while others are having sex, in one way or another.
There’s an interracial couple on the bed on the opposite side of the window that I’m standing in front of. They are completely naked except for their masquerade masks. He’s on top of her, kissing her breasts. Sucking her nipples. She arches her body and entangles her hands in his hair. I feel like a peeping tom watching them in their most intimate moments, but I guess that’s what this whole experience is all about. Being watched.
Just then a tall body stands beside me. I look up. It’s him. It’s him. The man in white. He’s here. Like right now. Right here. Standing right next to me. I quickly turn my gaze back to the couple. What do I do? Maybe I should say hi. He probably doesn’t even remember me. Maybe I should say, hey, remember me? No, that’s lame. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything. I try to steal another glance but he’s looking directly at me. I’m like a deer caught in headlights now. His arm moves around my body pulling me into him. His finger lifts my chin and his mouth crushes into mine passionately. I try hard not to think about the fact that I’m kissing a total stranger. His tongue slides into my mouth and I moan. I hold onto his muscular arms to steady myself. He grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls away from my mouth.
He pushes my back against the glass. The intensity in his eyes excites me. His mouth roams over my body with a fierceness that I’ve never felt before. He leaves a trail of wet and rough kisses over my neck and the tops of my breasts. He pulls my top down and takes my nipple between his teeth. My back arches and my hand grabs his hair. Mmm. He kisses between my breast then does the same thing with my other nipple. My body tingles with desire. He puts his thumb into my mouth and I suck on it. I can feel his hardness against my belly button. I want to touch it. Am I ready for that?
Before I have time to decide my body is twisted around and now I’m facing the opposite direction. Now my hands are plastered to the glass. His thumb presses against the back of my neck while his fingers lay firmly around my throat. My legs are spread wide as if I’m about to be body searched by the cops.
His hand inches up my thighs until they find their way inside my shorts. My breath quickens as he rubs my wetness. I gasp when three of his fingers enter me at once. My eyes close as I relish in the pleasure that’s erupting between my legs. I moan. I want to call out his name but I don’t know a name to call so I just say “Yes” every time his fingers plunge into me. I open my eyes just long enough to see that we’ve drawn a crowd of spectators. Surprisingly I don’t care.
Just when I’m at my peak, begging him to go faster, he bites down into my shoulder. I yell out in ecstasy. Within seconds I reach my climax. My head falls forward as I brace myself against the window. I’m out of breath as if I’d just run a marathon. His hand leaves my throat. He then kisses the back of my neck as he retrieves his other hand from underneath my damp shorts. Thankfully for me they’re black. His mouth now rests on my ear. He nips my earlobe. “Until next time,” he whispers. And with that, he turns to leave. My body slumps down to the floor as I watch him walk away.
Damn.
I hold the bar of soap to my nose and inhale the honey apple crisp fragrance. It reminds me of my favorite jolly rancher flavor. Green apple. I lather my body with the invigorating soap. I close my eyes as my hands smooth over my skin. Flashbacks of the mystery man roaming his hands over my body pop into my head. I touch my neck in the places that his lips had been just moments before. My hand moves down to my breasts and my finger circle my nipple. I smile at the memory of him holding them, gently, between his teeth. Richard had been a sucker. I knew that I liked to have my nips sucked but until tonight I never knew that I love having them nibbled. The pain-pleasure that came from his teeth scraping against my sensitive flesh was hypnotic.
I stand under the showerhead and allow the warm water to rain down on my body and wash away the soapsuds. I feel like a sleeping bear waking from hibernation. My body is so charged with sexual energy that every inch of me is sensitive to the touch now. I cut off the water.
I need more of this.
More of him.
Wing Girl
Friday…
“I still can’t believe you went to Club Masquerade without me, slut bucket.” Bianca giggles into my cell phone.
“In my defense I did call you. A few times, I might add.”
“You didn’t leave a message, so I had no idea what plan your sinful mind had come up with. I would have jumped at the opportunity to get my freak on versus being stuck in a hospital room for four hours. I hate hospitals. I haven’t been in hospital since…” her words trail off.
I know what she wanted to say. She hasn’t been inside a hospital since my mom got sick.
“Anyway, I’m so proud of you for going by yourself!” Bianca squeals.
I laugh.
“You’re a big girl now, Rissa.”
“Whatever.”
“So how was it?”
I sigh. “Intoxicating is the best word to describe how I felt when I left that place.”
“Intoxicating? Wow, Rissa. That’s amazing coming from you. I’ve never heard you describe sex as intoxicating before. I don’t even know if I’ve ever heard you use the word good before.”
I shake my head. “I know because I haven’t. I’ve never really talked about sex with you before.” We both laugh. “This w
asn’t even sex sex, and it was mind-blowing. I had no expectations when I walked into the club that night. My only hope was to see him again. I didn’t expect to talk to him or touch him or anything. Then the next thing I know, bam, I’m having my first orgasm in a sex club up against a window from his freaking hand.”
“Damn. You keep getting action like that, you definitely won’t need Mr. Bullet.”
I laugh. I’d almost forgotten about that vibrator. I guess because I had no intentions of ever using it. “I wore one of my new lingerie outfits that I bought from Victoria’s Secret. Thanks to my bestie.” I smile.
“Really? Let me see what you wore?”
“Okay hold on.” I walk over to my hamper, take out the black satin cami set, lay it out on my carpet then take a pic with my phone. I send the photo via text to Bianca. “Just sent it to you.”
“That is so cute, Rissa. Wow,” Bianca says after a few seconds. “I bet you looked deelish in that.”
“I imagine it did the job.”
“I honestly think lingerie is really for the woman’s pleasure. Men can care less what you have on. As long as you are naked in the end…they don’t care.”
“I actually like dressing up. Even if they don’t pay attention.” I toss the pajama set back into the hamper. “I wonder if I would’ve done stuff like this for Richard, would it had made a difference. Would we still be together right now?” It’s strange to even have this thought since it’s more than clear that Richard has completely forgotten about me and moved on.
Bianca sighs. I know she hates that I still talk about him. She was never his cheerleader anyway. “You may have been a prude and all," —she laughs— “but you were still a great girlfriend to Richard. I think that you guys grew apart, and that’s okay. Growing apart from you actually helped you grow into this sexual adventurous sex kitten. The most important thing is you haven’t lost who you are deep inside. You just added a little spice to your life. The next guy you give your heart to will be one lucky dude.”
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