The Pleasure Room

by Simmons, D. N.

  But he wants you, her subconscious voice said.

  She didn't know if she should feel like the luckiest woman in the world or if she should be worried. Then she thought about what he said to her the night before. What he did to her and how he made her feel.

  And you really want him, the voice urged.

  “So it would seem,” Felicity mumbled.

  “Huh? What was that?” Allison asked, having overheard her.

  I guess I said that out loud, Felicity thought. “Nothing, just reading something. Not important.”

  “Your ass was talking to yourself again, weren't you?” Allison giggled.

  “Shut up, no I wasn't.” she lied again.

  “Oh, okay, if you say so.” Allison snorted before returning to her work.

  Felicity grabbed her purse and looked for the card Alistair gave her with his number on it. She found it and snatched up her cell phone at the same time. Without saying a word, she rose and left her desk going to the bathroom. She was happy to see that it was empty. Immediately, she dialed the number.

  “Hello?” Alistair greeted.

  A shiver ran down Felicity's spine. If just the sound of his voice could do that to her, just what other tricks did he have up his sleeve?

  “Um, hi, Alistair.” She was so nervous! She couldn't remember the last time she was this anxious talking to a guy.

  “Good afternoon, Felicity. Have you given my offer enough thought?” he asked.

  Straight to business, I see. “Yes, I have.”

  “And...?”

  Felicity took a deep breath. “I want to do it. I want to take the contract.” Oh My God, I'm actually doing this!

  “Excellent. I'll text you the address. I'll have the papers ready by tonight. You can come by--”

  “Ahhh, not tonight.”

  “And why not?”

  “Look, I haven't signed it yet. You can't tell me that I can't go out with my friends yet. I don't need your permission yet.”

  There was a silence over the phone and Felicity wondered if she said the wrong thing.

  “Such attitude, it will require a substantial amount of adjustment. I look forward to it. Very well, tomorrow morning, then. No exceptions.”

  “Fine, tomorrow afternoon.” She ended the call before he could argue about the time. She exhaled not even realizing she was holding her breath for as long as it took for Alistair to reply. “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into” she said to herself. Her cell phone chimed and she looked down to see she had a new text. She clicked it and like promised, Alistair had sent her his address. Along with a message that said: “See you tomorrow morning at 10AM”. Damn him!

  ~*~

  Alistair lay sprawled on his sofa, staring at his cell phone on the table. He smiled as he thought about her sly little move changing the time she was to meet him before he could correct her. Still, his message would be clear in the text he'd sent. “This is going to be interesting.” He was so excited about his new submissive, her strong will, her liveliness. All qualities he admired.

  He climbed off the sofa and walked to his office on the second floor of his three story mansion. There, he started on their contract. Adding in all of the details they'd discussed, but making sure to leave plenty of options open, mainly to interpretation. He knew she had no idea what was in store for her and he needed to be able to work within the confines of their agreement. Once that was finalized, he made a doctor's appointment for himself. Above all, he needed some new toys. Just for her. Turning on his computer, he loaded up his favorite online stores. He purchased a new assortment of sex toys and outfits guaranteed to unleash all of her hidden desires. By weeks in, she'd be his.

  ~*~

  “I don't know why I let you talk me into eating at that place,” Felicity said as she climbed into the back seat of Allison's car having called “shotgun” too late.

  “Hey, no one told your ass to buy those drinks. That stuff is expensive. This place we're going to, you could drink all you want for twenty-dollars. Why do you think I was like: 'just water for me'?” Allison shot back.

  “Shut up. Now you want to tell me.”

  “I told you then! But you was all like: 'That's just cheap booze, I want something exotic' and went on and spent your stripper money on all those apple martinis,” Allison pointed out.

  “She did tell you, Felicity,” Courtney chimed in. Being the victor in the shotgun passenger seat game, she was sitting comfortably in a spot normally designated for Felicity.

  “She sure did,” Gayle added, buckling up beside her.

  “Allison didn't need you two to co-sign with her, I don't need to hear all that 'I told you so',” Felicity joked. The four of them laughed. “Besides, I've got twenty dollars in singles for those boys. That's all they're getting out of me tonight.”

  “You've been hanging around Allison too much. You're starting to sound like her,” Gayle said.

  “Hey! What's that supposed to mean?” Allison asked.

  “It's true,” Courtney defended.

  “I see two chatterbox broads that's gonna be catching the bus home if they keep talking shit in my ride,” Allison playfully threatened.

  Again, the four women laughed as they drove to the strip show. They discussed other things along the way. Allison made certain not to bring up Felicity's top secret story, even though she was curious as to how far along she was in it. If she didn't know better, she was suspecting her friend was more interested in the club than the story. But she could be wrong.

  A half hour later, they found a parking spot two blocks away from the club. Having purchased tickets at lunch time, they were able to walk right in without any issues. All purchased the twenty-dollars-all-you-can-drink package and sat down at a table with their beverages.

  “This better be good. I don't want to see a bunch of stiff ass wiggling up there,” Courtney said.

  “You and me, both,” Allison agreed.

  The master of ceremonies came out, setting the atmosphere as the lights dimmed and the spotlight came on shining its brightness solely on him. Unlike the men who would be performing that night, he wore a suit that wasn't meant to rip away from the body. But like the men performing, he was handsome and well built.

  “Ladies and ooo, even more ladies... I love my job,” he paused to let his joke take effect. There were a few claps and lots of lighthearted laughter throughout the club. Felicity and her group included.

  “Whatcha got underneath that?” Allison yelled.

  “Shhhhhh!” Felicity chastised and lightly slapped Allison's arm.

  “Girl, calm down. That's what this is all about. I knew I shouldn't have sat next to your uptight ass, ” Allison shot back, giggling.

  Felicity scoffed. “I am not uptight!”

  “Whatever, shushing me like somebody's grandma,” Allison continued to teased.

  Felicity pouted playfully.

  “Ohhh, my stripper days are over, ladies, but not to worry. You are all in for a treat tonight, so I hope you brought your purses, let me see those dollar bills!” the man said, hyping up the crowd of horny and excited females. Many of whom waved wads of money up in the air, including Allison.

  “Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about ladies! For five dollars, you can come up on the stage and get a whole lot of special attention from our guys. Your own personal lap dance from either of our sexy studs. So when you see someone you like, come on down... or just cum.” He winked. He also took this time to go over the Do's and Dont's for the evening's festivities. “And now, without further ado, Cameron's going to have his hands full reading you ladies your rights.”

  With that, he left the stage to the first male performer of the night. Cameron pranced around on stage in his policeman costume, grinding, hips pumping to the music as he slowly removed one piece of clothing after the other. Felicity enjoyed his performance. That's all it was to her. After last night, nothing would ever compare to anything Alistair had done. Her and her friends enjoyed the speci
al attention of the guys as more and more came to her table for private dances. Finally, the show was winding down and it was time to say goodbye, or dance at the club that was now making room to carry the night out.

  “So, I'm broke. Do you guys want to stay and party, or go home,” Allison asked.

  “I think Gayle's had more than enough to drink,” Courtney said.

  “You mean when she fell out the chair trying to sit down?” Felicity asked.

  “Yeah, that.”

  “Maybe we can prop her up in a corner somewhere, let her sleep it off,” Allison joked.

  “You're a mess, Allison. Listen, if you aren't ready to go, we can take a cab,” Courtney said.

  “Naw, I feel bad about that. We came together, we're leaving together,” Allison stated.

  “No, really. Stay, have fun. We live on opposite sides of the city anyway. Our apartment isn't that far from here. Stay. See you on Monday,” Courtney insisted, kissing both Felicity and Allison on the cheeks.

  “You sure?” Felicity asked.

  “Positive,” Courtney said. Then she walked over to Gayle, taking her hand. “Let's go, you lush.”

  “Bye,” Gayle waved drunkenly at Felicity and Allison as they waved back.

  “She's going to be feeling that shit in the morning,” Allison said as she watched the two women leave.

  “Or later on tonight,” Felicity joked. “So, I'm ready to dance.”

  “Me too.” Allison beamed as they began to dance and drink the night away.

  ~*~

  Felicity's head was banging loud drums as she forced her eyes to open. She knew she shouldn't have drunk as much as she did last night, but she was having too much fun. It was almost as if she was enjoying her last night of freedom for the next three months. At least that's what she'd told herself as she ordered her third Long Island. Now she wished she had quit when she was just tipsy. She turned, looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand. 1:27PM. Shit, I wonder how pissed he is? She thought. After a few moments of laying there, in pain, she managed to drag herself out of bed and into the bathroom to wash up. She showered quickly, got dressed in a pair of jeans and an “I love Darian Alexander” T-shirt of her favorite Knights of the Darkness TV character and left the apartment.

  When she arrived at the location of the address, her mouth dropped open. He lived in a sprawling three-story red brick mansion in the suburbs of Chicago. She would drive through neighborhoods like this and wonder what each amazing house looked like on the inside. She'd also end her fantasy with a “Rich bastards” comment as she drove away. But now she was going to go inside one of those houses, to make merry with her very own rich bastard. She pulled into the long, winding driveway and turned off her engine. She made her way to the front door, waiting a few seconds after ringing the doorbell. A man answered the door who wasn't Alistair. She really wasn't surprised to see that he had servants. No doubt a man of his means would want to be served at all times.

  “May I help you?” the butler inquired.

  “My name is Felicity...Davenport, Alistair is expecting me,” Felicity said, almost forgetting her alias.

  “Ah yes, Ms. Davenport. Please come in,” the butler said as he opened the door for her to enter.

  Felicity stepped inside the home and tried very hard not to stare like a kid in a toy store. But she had to admit, it was a beautiful home. Elegant with a bit of old world flair in the furnishings and artwork. She was willing to bet even the lamps cost more than her rent. A grand, mahogany staircase was front and center in the middle of the parlor. To her right, was the living room decorated with lavish cream, suede furniture, oak wood tables, white carpeting and a lovely ornate fireplace with its marble molding. To her left was the elegant dining room with a beautiful polished redwood dining set and crystal chandelier.

  “This is a beautiful home,” she said. She couldn't wait to explore the rest of his home. What she did see left her enchanted.

  “Yes it is,” said the butler. “Please follow me.” He walked off. Felicity followed him through the house, taking in everything. She was led to a large room with a huge seventy-inch LCD television mounted on the wall. There was a bar on one side of the room that looked to be fully stocked. Just one look at it, though, turned her stomach. On the large sectional black, leather sofa, sat Alistair, cross-legged with a drink in hand. He was dressed in a light gray cashmere v-neck pullover with dark blue jeans that hugged every curve of his impressively long legs.

  “That will be all, Bernard, thank you,” Alistair said, dismissing the butler. His gaze never left Felicity and he frowned. “You're exceptionally late.”

  “I had a long night and I'm not feeling very well right now, so can we just get this over with?” Felicity shot back.

  He stared at her for a few seconds then rose from the sofa. He walked to the bar and gestured for her to come over and she did. “Read it all over and then sign.” He slid the contract over to her along with a pen.

  Felicity read every line as he stood near, watching her intently.

  “Is it to your liking?” Alistair asked.

  “It looks like what we discussed before.” Felicity said and then she signed the paper. Afterward, she slid it back to Alistair so that he could sign and he did.

  “So, now what?” she asked.

  “Now, it's official. Which mean that spunky little attitude you walked into my home with is unacceptable,” Alistair said.

  “It's part of my personality,” Felicity counted.

  “Not within these walls, it's not.” Alistair folded the contract up sliding it into his back pocket.

  “Fine. I just don't feel good, like I told you.”

  “Hangover?”

  “Yes. My stomach and head are still spinning.”

  “I do have a remedy, if you're interested,” Alistair said, taking a sip of his own drink, ginger ale.

  “Sure, I'm willing to try anything because my pain meds aren't working,” Felicity said. Everything was too bright and her head was still throbbing. It took a lot for her to get out of the bed and drive to his home. As far as she was concerned, he ought to be grateful.

  Alistair walked behind the bar, opening the little fridge. He pulled out a blue bottle then removed a glass from the rack, placed it on the bar and pour the contents of the bottle into the glass. The liquid looked thick and its green color left little to be desired. Felicity swallowed hard, fighting the bile that was threatening to rise.

  “Here, drink this.” Alistair handed her the glass.

  Felicity looked at the glass suspiciously, then at him, then the glass again.

  “Take it and drink it all,” Alistair ordered. “Remember our contract. It's is now in effect.”

  Felicity rolled her eyes and took the glass.

  “That's one infraction,” Alistair warned.

  “What?”

  “For every action you make, there is a consequence. Depending on what you've done, your consequence can be a great reward or an inventive punishment. You have earned yourself the latter,” Alistair informed.

  “What did I do besides show up late?” Felicity asked.

  Alistair held up his right hand extending one finger. “From the moment you signed the contract, you gave me unwarranted attitude.” He extended another finger. “Two, you hesitated on taking the beverage I’m offering.” He extended another finger. “Three, you've rolled your eyes when I reminded you of our agreement.” Another finger extended.”Four, you failed to respond appropriately.” He lowered his hand. “Keep in mind, I'm excusing your extreme tardiness based solely on the fact that you hadn't signed the contract yet. However, my leniency does have its limits. Now drink.”

  Felicity stood before him, shocked. Was she really going to go through with this? She asked herself again. The stirring in her nether region indicated that she would. Just his commanding tone alone was getting her aroused. Still, she was kind of pissed that he spoke to her as if he owned her.

  But he does, doesn't he? That annoy
ing voice in the back of her mind pointed out.

  She reached up, taking the glass from him. He stood watching her, his gaze stern. She tilted the glass up to her lips and immediately made a face. “Ugh! This tastes horrible!”

  “Drink up. Soon you'll feel better. I want you of sound mind before we truly begin your training.” Alistair tapped the bottom of the glass and nodded at her.

  She took deep swallows of the liquid hoping to get it down as fast as she could. Alistair walked behind the bar and when he came back around, he was carrying a stainless steel, plastic lined garbage can. Felicity looked at it, confused, but just then her stomach constricted and a huge wave of nausea rolled through her. Alistair placed the garbage can in front of her just in time to catch the purge. He rubbed her back as she gagged and heaved.

  “There, there... it's almost over and when it is, you'll feel amazing,” Alistair said.

  Felicity was far too embarrassed and weak to feel anything close to amazing. She spit that last of it all into the basket and he sat it down beside the bar.

  “How do you feel?” he asked her, genuinely concerned.

  “I can't believe I just did that and why didn't you tell me I'd do that?” Felicity asked. How could she puke her guts out in front of this gorgeous man?

  “Because you wouldn't have taken it had you've known,” Alistair said. “Come with me.” He walked off, expecting her to follow. She did and he led her up the private staircase into the sleeping quarters. They entered a large bathroom adjacent to one of the guest bedroom.

  “So does that staircase lead to your bedroom, too?” Felicity asked him as she looked around the bathroom. It was beautiful. Modern, average size with green and black marble and porcelain designs.

  Alistair nodded. “I like the convenience and the privacy.”

  “Is this going to be my room?” Felicity asked.

  “No.” Alistair reached into the medicine cabinet and produced a brand new toothbrush. “I take it you want to use this right now?”