by Mika Lane
“Well,” Nelle started, “I’m off to London next week for work. I’m psyched.”
“Oh my god, that sounds so glam.”
She laughed. “It sort of does, doesn’t it?”
“Hey, whatever happened with your office crush? The one who asked you out?” I asked.
She pursed her lips. “Ugh. He was a dick. We went to dinner. He had bad manners, was boring, and then was pissed I wouldn’t let him up to my apartment at the end of the night.”
“Oh, yuck. Well, glad it didn’t go anywhere. You don’t want to get involved with someone you work with, anyway.”
“You’re right. It could have been a freaking mess. Crisis averted,” she said, dramatically swiping her hand across her forehead. “And what’s up with your job?”
I hesitated, but I was desperate to talk. “That’s pretty much why I wanted to see you tonight.”
Her eyes opened wide. “No! Did you sleep with that guy in the office? And now everything’s fucked up?”
“No, I did no such thing.
Disappointment washed over her face. She always loved a drama.
“What I have to tell you is way better,” I teased.
Her disappointment was replaced with glee. “Ohmygod! Tell me.” She slid to the edge of her seat.
“So…I told you I lined up a good assignment, something I hoped would really kick start my career and earn me some respect at the office.”
“Yeah. I remember.”
I took a sip of my beer. “I’m doing an undercover investigation.”
“Get. Out.” She cuffed me on the shoulder.
“It’s true. And I want to tell you about it, but you’ve got to keep this top secret and confidential. You cannot tell a soul until the story comes out.”
“Promise, I promise.” She did the whole cross my heart motion.
“Have you ever heard of Club Silk?”
She ran her hands through her hair while she thought. “You know, I have. Wasn’t there some story in the news a few years ago that it was some secret sex club, but every time it was discovered, they moved it to another location?”
I nodded.
Her eyes bugged out of her head. She looked around and whispered, “You’re doing a story on a sex club? Holy shit, tell me everything! Have you been there?”
I nodded.
“Was everyone just fucking with abandon, right there in public?”
“Pretty much. I mean, that’s what goes on there, basically.”
“Oh my god. Did you hook up with anyone?”
“I knew you were going to ask that.” I laughed. “Yeah, there’s a guy there who I’ve played with a couple times.”
“So that’s the term? Play with? I like it! Now tell me about him.”
“Well. He’s very sexy. Kind of commanding, which I like. A lot.”
She looked like she was going to explode. “Is he hot? What’s he look like?”
Some things were going to be hard to explain. “I don’t exactly know.”
“What?”
“I know that sounds crazy, but I don’t know. He wears a mask.”
She grimaced. “Okay, that is creepy. Really weird. He must be ugly. Not sure I’d be down with that.”
“I suppose he could be ugly. He says he wears it to protect his privacy. Whatever that means. Anyway, it’s been quite the experience. It’s also a mysterious place.”
“Yeah?” Nelle asked. “How so?”
I leaned closer to her. “When I ask questions—really basic stuff like how long the club’s been around, how many members it has, etc.—no one will answer them. It’s the weirdest thing.” I ordered another round of beers.
Nelle put her elbow on the bar and propped her chin on it. “Oooh. Do you think it’s safe to go sniffing around there for info? Do you think you should leave well enough alone?”
“I feel safe, I mean I’ve been pretty discreet. But without some background on the club, I don’t have a well-rounded story.”
In truth, the story wasn’t the only reason to go back. The masked man had been intruding on my thoughts all day long. And left an ache between my legs.
“Just be careful, okay?” Nelle grabbed my arm. “I’m serious. Don’t take any chances. But I do think it’s super cool you’re going to a sex club.”
“Shhh. You don’t have to announce it.” I looked around the bar. “Jesus.”
She clapped her hands. “So, what’s it like? C’mon, tell me.”
I lowered my voice even more. “At first it’s jarring to see people fucking in public. But once you get beyond that, it’s hot. I mean, it’s a real turn-on.”
“After I come back from London, will you take me there?” she begged.
“I’m not sure, I’ll see. I mean, once my story comes out, they may never let me in again.”
She nodded. “Right. Well, you better enjoy it while you can.” She threw her head back and laughed. “My little friend, Saffi. Sex goddess.”
Actually, I did feel like a sex goddess, thanks to G. What was wrong with that?
Chapter 28
Varden
I got to the club well before nine to make sure I had time to scope the place out before Saffi arrived. Now that I knew her real reason for coming, I had to admit I vacillated between anger and intrigue. She was no wimp, that was for sure. She was going for it. And reaping a few benefits while she was at it. Lucky me.
“G! I’m so glad you could join us tonight,” M said. She was poured into a slinky red number that stood out like a beacon in the sea of mostly black-clothed club goers.
“M. Stunning as always.” Her nipples strained against the silk of her dress. But strangely, I didn’t feel anything beyond admiration; there was no attraction. Maybe I was saving myself for someone…?
M hooked her arm in mine like we were best friends, and led me from the crowd to a private corner.
What was she up to?
“G.” She looked very intently into my eyes. After all, it was all she could see of my face. “I’ve noticed you playing with a new member of ours. B? I asked you about her before.”
“Yes, we have been playing together. But I really don’t know anything about her. If you’re looking for info you’ll have to ask her yourself.”
I was not about to share what I’d just learned. No freaking way. And M did not look happy with me.
She continued. “I don’t know about her. Something doesn’t seem right. I may ask her to leave the club.”
Oh shit. Had she been discovered?
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “She seems okay to me.”
“I need to find out who she is and what she’s doing here. You won’t help?”
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t want anyone in my business, so why would I pry into someone else’s?”
Frustration crossed her face. “This is not the same, and you know it. This is about the safety of our club, ensuring its longevity. We all need to be vigilant.”
What a shit show.
How was I going to tell Saffi that M was on to her when I wasn’t supposed to know who the hell she was?
“I’ll see what I can do,” I told M.
She smiled demurely and gushed, “I knew I could count on you. Thank you, G.” She planted a light kiss on the side of my mask, the closest she’d ever get to my bare face.
It all made sense, now. Saffi had probably thought she’d been plenty discreet, but really had no idea what the hell she was getting into. Women rarely came to the club alone, and when they did, they didn’t wander around asking questions. The ones who did were asked not to return. No wonder M’s suspicions were raised.
Then why was M still letting Saffi come around?
Maybe because of me. M knew I’d taken a liking to her.
Things were getting complicated. What would M do if she found out Saffi was not only a reporter, but also doing a story on her beloved club?
With the evening young, I went up to the second floor and found an empty playro
om. I locked the door and took a seat, removing my mask. I had to find a way to clue Saffi in. Shit. Things had gone too far. And with the daughter of a business associate, no less.
Initially, going after Hugh’s super hot, off-limits daughter had been a rush. But it wasn’t a game anymore. Not for Saffi, and not for me.
I had to talk to her, tell her what was up. There was just no way around it. Even if it meant revealing my identity.
I replaced my mask and ventured back into the club. In the few minutes I’d been hiding out, the place had transformed into a party in full swing. From my vantage point on the stairs leading down to the main floor, I spotted Saffi just coming in. Miss M had also noticed her and was beelining through the crowd toward her. I ran down the stairs and pushed through the crowd. I had to reach her first.
I caught them just in time for M to invite Saffi to her office for a “talk.” There was no telling what she was up to, nor why she had to speak to Saffi in private, but I quickly inserted myself.
“Hey beautiful.” I put an arm around Saffi and pulled her to me.
But M did not give up so easily. She put her hand on my arm. “Excuse me, G. We were just going to have a little chat.” She stared at me with a strange intensity.
“Oh, M, I know you don’t want to deny me the pleasure of my friend’s company. Your chat can wait till later, can’t it?”
Saffi looked between the two of us.
M looked like someone had gravely insulted her. And yet her smile never wavered. It was as if nothing could break through that veneer of perfect composure. The dark annoyance existed only in and around her eyes.
M generously placed an arm around the shoulder of each of us. “You two go have fun. This promises to be a great night.” She blew us a kiss and disappeared into the crowd.
I vowed to keep Saffi within my sights. And when I took a good look at her, I could think of nothing more that I wanted. How the hell did she get out of her father’s house looking as gorgeous as she did?
Her dark red sleeveless dress was made of some slinky material that swirled around her curves as she moved. Her high-heeled pumps must have been five inches. Part of her dark hair was pulled behind her head, and the rest of it tumbled down her back in long waves. Her lips were infinitely kissable, and for the first time in a long time, I was irritated my mask stood between me and her soft skin.
I extended my arm for her to take and leaned toward her ear. “You look amazing.”
Her smile startled me. How was it she was more gorgeous every time I saw her? How was that even possible?
“Well, you don’t look too badly yourself.” She laughed, running a finger down the side of my mask. She tilted her head and considered me.
I shook my finger at her. “I know what you’re thinking. Don’t even bother.” She laughed. “The mask stays on,” I told her.
She gave a good-natured shrug. “Okay, my mysterious friend.”
We approached the stairway to the second floor.
“So what’s on the agenda tonight, G?” she asked flirtatiously. Seemed like she was getting more comfortable with the place. And me.
“Well,” I said as we climbed the steps. “I have ideas. But what about you?”
She took my hand, surprising the hell out of me, especially after the way she took off last time. “I have an idea or two.”
I led her to the quietest spot available—a small, empty loveseat in a semi-dark corner. I got her champagne and for myself, the usual.
After a long draw on her bubbly, she settled into the seat’s cushions. “I’m starting to see some familiar faces now that I’ve been here a few times. I wonder how many members there are.” She looked around the mezzanine and turned to me as if expecting an answer.
Now that I knew she wasn’t a pain in the ass, but just trying to get ahead at work, I felt for her and for some crazy reason was driven to help. She wasn’t likely to learn much more about the club than what she could gather with her own eyes. Her inquiries were drawing attention—and not the good kind.
She waved her hand to encompass the whole room. “Would you happen to know?”
I shrugged.
“Why is this place so secretive? I just don’t get it.”
“C’mon. Can you seriously ask that question?” I said.
She raised her eyebrows. “Why not? What’s wrong with being curious?”
Was she really that naïve?
“Sa—silly girl.” Shit, I’d almost called her Saffi. “Those of us who come here want our privacy protected.”
“So the thought is that if you don’t ask questions, no one will ask you questions back?”
“Now you’re getting it.” I patted her head.
She laughed. “If you don’t watch it, you’re gonna get it.”
I looked her up and down, and damn if her tits didn’t hang just right under that silky fabric. She had the perfect rack for going braless, and I couldn’t wait much longer to get my hands on her.
I had to find a way to help.
Chapter 29
Saffi
Ugh. G still refused to fork over even a bit of information about the club. Who knew this would be so hard? What a lesson learned. To have thought I could just waltz in and uncover all the club’s secrets to share with the world. What the hell had I been thinking? No wonder Ed had been on my ass for a draft. He didn’t believe I could do this. And now I was beginning to wonder if I could, too.
But I wasn’t going to dwell on that. I couldn’t give up yet. I was in the company of the sexy and mysterious G, and even with his stupid mask, he still got my panties wet. God, what if he was hideous behind that thing?
Well, it’s not like I was going to marry him.
He reached for my erect nipple, straining against the clingy jersey of my dress. Scooping just inside the low neckline, he pushed the stretchy fabric out of the way. When he made contact with my flesh, his fingers tightened just until the pain became too much. I dropped my head, savoring the tingling that shot from my breast straight to my core.
His other hand reached for my cheek and stroked it slowly, caressing my face. As his hand wandered along my jaw, his other one grabbed a fistful of my hair and held it tight.
“You wanna play with me, little girl?” he growled.
The power in his voice sent me to an unfamiliar place, one that was both scary and exhilarating. Paralyzed with an aching lust, all thoughts aside from being ravished fled my mind. It was disorienting, and yet I knew exactly what I wanted.
I pushed his hands away, causing him to stiffen. Unable to see his face, it was the only way I could read him. But I didn’t care. He’d be very happy in a few short moments.
I left the couch to drop to my knees. He relaxed back on the sofa to watch me fumble with his belt and fly, and finally free his hard cock to enjoy for the first time.
A drop of precum hung from its tip. I ran my finger to scoop it up to my lips. With closed eyes, I savored his salty essence, sliding my finger in and out of my mouth with his eyes locked on me.
My fingers, grasping his erection, were unable to fit around its circumference, and when I reached the swollen head, my grip had to open considerably. I moved closer, pushing between his legs, to lower my mouth on him. At first, I took only enough of the head to taste him and get the crown wet. When he growled and threw his head back, I engulfed him with my mouth, his length sinking to the back of my throat. He released a laugh, followed by a holler.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he said, banging his head against the sofa.
I continued pistoning with my mouth, taking his balls in hand and twisting them gently. With my free hand I reached back between my legs to pull up my dress and begin working my clit. G thrust his cock into my mouth as if I might be able to take him deeper. With a hand on top of my head, he pushed until I gagged.
He started to explode.
I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m coming,” he bellowed.
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sp; I continued to suck until his cum slammed against the back of my throat and gulped it quickly so I could take more. When I’d swallowed it all, I slid off his softening length and rested my head on him. He stroked my hair, mumbling things I couldn’t hear but nevertheless understood.
He took me by the arms and pulled me into his lap.
“You are really something, my beautiful B. Maybe someday, you’ll tell me your real name.”
“Maybe I will,” I said, “if you’ll let me see your face.”
He laughed. “Fair enough. We’ll see, beautiful, we’ll see.”
I slid from his lap to rearrange my disheveled clothes. He straightened out his own shirttails and tucked everything back into his pants.
“You know, B,” he said, “you ask questions, and yet I know nothing about you.”
“I thought you were the one just lecturing about privacy.”
“You’re right. I did. But that didn’t stop you from asking.”
I shrugged. “I’m just naturally curious.”
“Okay. I’m curious, too. What do you do for work?”
Oh shit. Was he suspicious?
“I’m a writer.”
“A writer,” he exclaimed. “Now that’s interesting.”
Shit. Here come the questions. Time to exit.
“Tell me what you write.”
“Oh, all sorts of things. But hey, I don’t want to talk about this now. In fact, I’m tired and I have to get up early.” With some reluctance, I stood.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
Was he? Or was I just a booty call?
“Walk me to the door?” I extended my hand.
Before I could lead him downstairs, he surprised me by stopping, holding my arms, and looking at me intently. It was the most uncomfortable stare I’d ever experienced, and yet I couldn’t tear myself away. It was also the closest I’d been to his masked face, and in the dim light, I saw flecks of blue in his otherwise dark eyes.
It wasn’t fair. I needed to see his face.
“I want see you again, B.” His demanding tone reignited the throbbing in my sex.
