Erotic Teasers

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  He groans with anticipation. I turn his chair until his face is eye level with my hips.

  “Please . . . ”

  “No.”

  “Can you at least . . . show me . . . ”

  I slide my panties down just enough to show off my hip bones and the smooth skin right over my pussy. Then I stop. “You have to earn it.”

  I tease him like he deserves, ordering him around until I relent and permit his tongue entry into paradise. But it’s all pretty routine for me, and so I’m mostly watching the main club floor through the private lounge window. The nightly floorshow is going strong, with two men headlining the stage: dark-haired Ryder, considered to be the most beautiful young man at Babylon, and his best friend, Nick, a rambunctious boy who’s only been here five months. Since Nick’s arrival, they’ve teamed up to become the top attraction at Babylon—partners in crime whose popularity has made them unbearably cocky.

  A competitive envy flares up in me as I watch their admirers toss flowers and money on the stage. But I try to focus on my client.

  “And now you want me to use you like the filthy whore you are.” I’m on top of him now, engulfing his cock. Fucking him smooth and hard, holding him by the throat and squeezing to let him know who’s in charge and it’s not him—he’s just the desperate executive who came to Babylon tonight to pay for this while I’m the blue-lit goddess of his dreams. He’s just another customer, someone I’ll never remember, while he’ll remember me and this night forever.

  He struggles against the arm binder, just the way I like. Definitely one of the better clients I’ve had to take my mind off Mira.

  ***

  But the next morning I wake up late to the sound of rain, and she floods my mind again. I drowse in bed, imagining that Mira still works at Babylon and she’s going to open the door with a tray of pastries and crawl into bed with me. Since she quit the club and went back to school four hours away, it’s becoming clear that our feverish affair can’t survive the separation. Instead I content myself with imagining her showing up here alone, dressed in a man’s suit and a fedora pulled down over her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. Sneaking into the Velvet Room with its luxurious sofas, all the time in the world to enjoy each other.

  I get out of bed, cringing at my reflection in the mirror—a pretty-wrapped wreck in peach chiffon, nice legs, a tumble of long reddish-dark hair, and puffy eyes that are beginning to show too many late nights. My comm device is already blinking blue with date requests. Clients enter their preferences—a group or private session, spanking, voyeurism, and so on—and enter their bids. Performers choose based on money, type of sex, the client’s appearance, or any other whim. For tonight I choose a two-hour private session with a young blonde client my age. She wants me to dominate her. Easy enough. If our session isn’t too strenuous, maybe I’ll do a show on the main stage afterward. Emerge in full makeup and sexy costume and do my famous hanging rope dance to remind the audience how much they want to book a date with Gisella Romand, the best bondage performer at Babylon.

  On my way downstairs to brunch I stop at the arched windows. Some of the boys are playing foot-ball, enjoying the rain on their bare torsos. The tallest one throwing the ball across the grass catches my eye: Ryder, all broad shoulders and long legs, with black hair sweeping over his eyes and a slow smile that inevitably turns into a smirk. Allegedly he has a beautiful cock too, not that I would know. We’ve never been requested for a group session together in the year we’ve both worked here. And unlike a lot of performers, he doesn’t get naked onstage, which forces clients interested in his cock to pay for sessions. I’ve always been curious to know if he’s skilled sexually or if he just lets his looks and his muscles earn the money.

  Nick snatches the ball up from the grass. His blond hair is darkened with rain as he lets out a war whoop that pierces the air. He’s popular with clients who like that mischievous boyish energy. Sarcastic and kinetic, he’s too fond of pranks for my taste.

  Ryder goes down in the wet grass, tackled by Nick. Covered in grass and mud, they wrestle—until Nick looks up and sees me in the window. He blows me a kiss and I turn away, annoyed they caught me watching.

  Downstairs, girls are gossiping about a scandal at another house, while other performers are getting their makeup applied and their hair done for outcalls. Others are getting photographed from multiple angles to send out nightly photo cards to entice business.

  I’m reaching for some blackberries in the dining hall when water sprinkles my back. I turn to see a stillmuddy Nick flick his wet hair at me, snapping his head forward like a genie. “Stop it.”

  He does it again. “I’ve got a surprise for you tonight,” he announces. Ryder smirks behind him.

  “How titillating.” I reach for more berries to show how unconcerned I am.

  “Don’t pretend you’re not curious,” he calls as I walk away. But I’m only doing the private session tonight so it can’t be a group scene he’s referring to. I refuse to react.

  The main stage is always a spectacle, with light shows, music, trapezes, cages, and more than two dozen dancers entertaining the three hundred seats in the audience. I bypass it for the corridor of private lounges, where the club booker has assigned me for the next two hours.

  The client is waiting on the couch. She’s cuter than her picture, with big blue eyes and a red corset with matching collar. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail.

  “Do you remember me? Lily. I was here three nights ago.”

  Clients always want to be remembered. I take her breasts in my hands. “If you think I could forget these…” But I remember now. She was the submissive of a beautiful but menacing mistress who tried to buy me for a lap dance. I’d refused and her mistress had been indignant.

  She smiles bashfully. “Thank you. You’re so pretty and I felt like we really connected.”

  If there’s one thing I’ve learned as a performer, it’s that connection is in the eye of the beholder. I can turn out a shamefully lifeless performance and the customer might find it to be the fuck of a lifetime. And there have been times when I was on fire, only to have the customer shrug me off as forgettable.

  “You understand that you’re my slave for these hours.”

  She nods excitedly. These are the women I always draw to me—submissive, giggly. I prefer the Miras of the world, quick-witted and clever. But it’s refreshing to be the voyeur, not the show. To sit back and order her to spread her legs and play with her pussy for me. I stroke my clit slowly as I watch her.

  I don’t come with clients. Even when Mira and I would perform together, we’d put on a wild show for the client and later finish each other off in private. Partly it’s about focusing on the client’s preferences, but it’s also about vulnerability. Getting lost in euphoria changes the power dynamic, lessens my authority. It’s my job to stay in control and that’s what I do now, telling Lily to slide three fingers in her pussy.

  She’s writhing on the banquette when the door flies open and her mistress from three nights ago snaps, “Stop that. Now.”

  I stand up. “This is a private session.”

  “I’m Mistress Ellina and Lily is my slave,” the woman says. She’s tall with long, ice-blonde hair, high cheekbones, and high boots: the picture of the imperious Dominant. “You’ll report now to my group session. Your booker told me I could interrupt.”

  This is unprecedented and I will definitely be chewing out that new booker. But I don’t protest as much as I might otherwise because Nick’s wavy blond head appears behind her, then Ryder’s dark head. Both of them are shirtless. They’re apparently part of her session tonight.

  “I decide what sessions I will join,” I say. “I don’t know what kind of houses you’re used to, but at Babylon the performers decide who we work with.”

  “Please say yes, Gisella,” Lily begs plaintively.

  Her mistress sighs heavily. “I’ll pay you quadruple whatever Lily bid for the session.”

  Nick leans agains
t the door frame, watching me intently. Mistress Ellina’s eyes are cold. She’s going to make me earn that high rate. But Nick and Ryder have piqued my curiosity. So I agree and that’s how we stop arguing and move on to their private lounge.

  Pink lights shine down from the ceiling on the black couches, the spanking stool, and the stockade. A boy I’ve never seen is bent over the stool, his hands and ankles shackled to its iron legs. But the real spectacle is the naked and voluptuous girl suspended in the room’s elaborate pulley system. Her arms are above her head, her legs spread-eagled with high heels off the ground. Her breasts are so luscious I can’t help staring at them. What a shame she’s in private service to this abrasive mistress.

  A light hand caresses my neck: Lily, my submissive client. “I’m sorry we got interrupted.”

  I shrug. Being aloof is like catnip to sub clients; they keep paying and paying to elicit real interest.

  Ryder and Nick move to the boy bent over the spanking stool. Nick spanks his ass hard, and Ryder laughs. “Break’s over, you little slut.” They were taunting him before I arrived, apparently. It’s a hot scene, but I’m distracted by the blindfolded girl suspended like a voluptuous sex cake for the taking. Maybe both boys are going to fuck her. Instead Mistress Ellina picks up a crop and deals out flushed welts on the girl’s creamy skin.

  Lily circles me like a python. I sit in a throne-styled chair and lift my skirt. “I believe you owe me.”

  She kneels at my feet and begins licking my pussy. I watch Ryder and Nick. Their cocks are both bulging in their pants as they taunt the whipping boy. They’re going to jerk off on him, maybe, or fuck him up the ass. And that’s really why I came here: to see them in action at last. But as Ryder unzips his pants, I can’t quite see his dick in the dim light at this angle.

  He shoves it into the boy’s mouth. “Suck it like the filthy whore you are. And if you can’t fit us both in your slut mouth, you’ll be sorry.”

  Lily’s blonde head continues between my legs, licking me skillfully enough to spark a heat spreading through my blood. The boy squirms on the stool. His hands are tied to the stool but blowing Ryder is clearly exciting him because he’s grinding his dick against the leather, his muscled thighs shaking.

  The blindfolded girl doesn’t move. Her mistress has trained her well because she retains a certain dignity in her binds, naked and on display as the crop lashes her skin. I should be degrading Lily but I’m more interested in watching Nick, who’s now pushing his shaft into the whipping boy’s mouth. He’s watching me and Lily, and Ryder has neglected the whipping boy entirely to study our scene. Showing off, I open my legs wider, grinding into Lily’s face. My corset is unlaced and slightly loose, showing everything but my nipples. This is the most the boys and I have seen of each other in action, but we’re still not seeing it all.

  Then Mistress Ellina steps back from cropping the voluptuous sub. Her arm drops as she looks at me, then at Nick and Ryder.

  “What’s this? Three Babylon performers have a little crush on each other?”

  A good Dominatrix, she’s missed nothing. I should have focused more on Lily, who is the paying client. Clients hate it when the performers pay more attention to each other.

  Nick has paused mid-thrust, his dick still in the sub’s mouth.

  “Well, well.” Mistress Ellina smiles, looking both amused and cold. “Here I thought this was my session. Apparently you think you’re here for each other.”

  She’s going to rebuke us. Crop us. Or something horrible. This is a Domina who has no reservations about using her authority.

  She walks up to me. “So which one do you want?” she asks. “You’re obviously pining for one of them. The black-haired one or the blond?”

  I can’t answer that. Whoever I don’t pick will resent me forever, while the one I do pick will be unbearably smug. I glance at the blindfolded sub, but I can already tell her services are not an option tonight.

  “Answer,” she says, her tone going colder. But I hesitate, trying to think of who is the lesser evil, and her crop lashes out on my exposed thighs. “Both then. Lily!”

  At the bark of her name, Lily scrambles over and frees the beautiful sub from the suspension. Oh, no. This can’t be going where I think it is.

  “Gisella.” She says my name so bitingly. “I’ve heard you are quite flexible. That you can be bound for long periods.”

  This is going exactly where I think it is.

  “Ryder. Nick. Get Gisella rigged up. I’m going to teach all three of you a lesson.”

  This is the moment for me to decline. I only agreed to the group session, after all, not the actual bondage, which is normally negotiated in advance. But Nick and Ryder are watching, and I don’t want to admit I’m intimidated by their presence. Because that’s really what’s stopping me, not the brutal mistress and her head games and riding crop. Getting naked with clients is one thing. It’s an acting job, most of the time. But being tied up and stripped and fucked by the same performers I train with and eat breakfast next to is a much more sensitive, vulnerable feeling.

  I stand up, straightening my skirt with as much dignity as I can. Ryder steps up behind me and brings my wrists over my head. His torso against me is hot and damp, his heart thudding with excitement. “I’ll do the honors,” Nick says boldly and yanks my unlaced corset down, grinning with adolescent glee like he doesn’t see naked breasts onstage every night.

  Ryder expertly unbuckles my skirt and throws it aside. Now I’m naked. He presses up close and laughs a low, sinister laugh in my ear. “We’re going to fuck you so hard,” he says, and it sounds like a menacing statement of triumph.

  “That’s only partly correct,” Mistress Ellina says. “Apparently all three of you need a reminder that you’re here for me, not your own pleasure. So yes, I want all three of you to show me a wet, hot, screaming fuck— but none of you are allowed to come.”

  The boys go quiet. I swallow. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue. Not coming with clients is the easiest thing in the world. But it’s the boys and me together for the first time, and with the way they’re eyeing me naked, the air between us is already electric.

  “In fact, anyone who does come,” Mistress Ellina says, “will owe me a very challenging night of submission.”

  Ryder adopts an uncharacteristically humble tone. “Mistress—ah, when will we know to stop?”

  “When I say so,” she snaps and lashes his shoulder with her crop.

  The boys and I look at each other. She’s not going to stop us until someone loses by coming. At that moment, the battle of wills is on to push each other over the edge.

  Ryder begins it by turning me around. Our eyes meet right before Nick undoes my hands and pulls them behind my back, roping them together. He fastens my ankles into the pulley cuffs. And then I’m being elevated and bent over a suspension bar, spread-eagled in the crudest way possible with my ass and pussy on display.

  The crop catches me on my right cheek. I twitch in the ropes. A low laugh; Mistress Ellina has given Nick the crop because she understands that being cropped by a fellow performer is far more humiliating for me than if she were to do it.

  Nick lightly drags the leather tip up my inner thighs, then across my clit. He’s going to tease me until I beg to be fucked. But then Ryder walks around to face me with an evil smile. He slides down his pants and shows off his legendary thick and gorgeous cock.

  “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck your mouth, Gisella,” he says right before he pushes in his swollen crown.

  The taste of his precome makes my head swim. Ryder winds his fingers into my hair and begins thrusting in and out of my face, slowly so I can still suck him. It’s kind of dreamy, actually, and Nick must sense it because he drops the crop and takes me by the hips. His dick drives into me a second later, his balls resting against me, and I almost choke on Ryder’s cock. It feels so good, both of them inside me, Nick driving in and out in a perfect rhythm while I’m captured tight and powe
rless in the ropes.

  But I can’t lose control. This is just another client session, I remind myself. The money, that’s what I need to think about, and not how I’m utterly naked in Nick and Ryder’s control.

  Ryder releases my head and slides his hands down over my breasts. I look up at him, using my mouth as artfully as I can to break through his performance buffer zone. He pushes in deeper and as our eyes connect, his whole body shudders. He’s succumbing to my tongue. He’s going to be the first to come.

  But then he abruptly pulls out and walks away. “Let me fuck her,” he says to Nick. They say something I can’t quite hear and then Ryder’s cock pushes into me, just slightly too big for me until my pussy relaxes and fills with electric sensitivity. A raw and broken cry escapes me.

  “Losing control already,” Mistress Ellina sniffs.

  He fucks me at a steady pace, controlling his thrusts. I wish we were fucking each other in private; I wish I had never accepted Lily’s date request, because my skin is filling with heat and my clit feels more sensitive than it has ever been. I’m turning delirious, the euphoria in my blood going higher. Nick takes my tits in his hands and begins teasing my nipples, and I’m cursing them and glorifying in it at the same time when a commotion behind me distracts me.

  I look over my shoulder as best I can to see the whipping-stool boy being unshackled. He stretches and ambles naked across the floor, more handsome than I would have expected. There’s a flash of his smile in the dim room and then Lily hands him an object: a slender silver vibrator.

  Oh no. Ryder rests it against my anus, its coolness welcome on my hot, flushed skin. There’s a squirt of lube, and he begins delicately playing with my rim. I know what they’re doing—they’re controlling their own excitement while deliberately frustrating me to a fever pitch. Then they’ll unleash the real fucking and drive me into a screaming, twisting orgasm.

  He’s still fucking me in a measured rhythm as he slowly slides the toy into my ass. It’s an unfair advantage on their side but it feels good, so good, being paralyzed and stimulated relentlessly. Everything is being touched perfectly, my nipples, my pussy, and my ass, and then the whipping boy kneels under me. His tongue washes over my swollen clit.