“Don’t forget the spare key.” Zoe prodded.”
“For what?” came Paige’s coy reply.
“You know exactly what. I’ve been stranded there before. Just slip it behind the visor in case you get too tied up to go home.” Zoe twirled a strand of Paige’s hair as she spoke.
“OK, but we both know you’re not leaving without me.” Paige winked at Zoe as she slid the key behind the visor and sped on down the road.
As they wound through the Colorado hills, Kira felt her nerves getting the better of her. This is insane! Before Kira could breathe another word of protest she heard the tires of the Bel Aire pull off the main road and onto gravel. They started winding up the tight dirt and gravel road. This is a crazy place for a club. With no streetlights or markers to guide the way, they were surrounded by darkness. In a moment they came to a clearing. Rising out of the blackness illuminated by the moon was a mansion as old as the hills. Kira shuddered and looked at the tremendous beauty and eerie splendor before her. The car pulled to a stop and an enormous valet with a face as dark as the night took the keys and smiled at Paige.
“Good evening, Paige.” The large man’s voice boomed as he took Paige’s delicate hand and helped her out of the car. Kira noticed him looking her up and down, an appreciative smile on his face. Zoe and Kira climbed out the other side.
“Thank you, James,” Paige said. She warmly took Kira and Zoe on each arm and began walking up the massive stone staircase to the entrance.
Kira heard James let out a low whistle behind them as they walked away.
“You girls go get some drinks and find a table. I’ll see you in a little bit.” Paige said as soon as they walked into the grand marble entry. She kissed Zoe and then disappeared up a set of red-carpeted stairs as if she owned the place.
“Come on, Kira, let’s get our drinks. We don’t want to miss anything,” Zoe urged. Kira had never seen Zoe so excited. Zoe led her into a sort of ballroom with a bar at the entrance that had several small tables rounded out with a dance floor and a stage at the other end. Kira tugged at the much-too-short black satin skirt, attempting to pull it just a little farther over the fishnet stockings. Her efforts were completely in vain, however, since the silver and black corset was severely limiting her movements. Zoe grabbed a couple of glasses of whiskey from the bar and directed her over to an empty table. “Wait there. I’ll have the bartender mix us up something yummy!” Zoe disappeared in the growing crowd. Kira looked around the posh room and couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
Just then, the lights dimmed and Paige took the stage. Kira watched her stride up to the mic commanding each step. Kira found herself in awe of Paige’s confidence. She really could do anything. Paige’s jet black hair glistened under the lights. Streaks of teal and purple placed earlier that day danced through her tresses, transforming her usual rockabilly style into a vaudevillian cavalcade. Her pale, inked body fit exquisitely in the black corset and kerchief skirt. Kira wasn’t sure whether to be jealous or just plain impressed. How Stark was interested in her with Paige in his life she would never know. Looking down at her own thin frame she clearly lacked the curves and confidence that Paige so proudly displayed.
Kira was still wondering why Paige had brought her here in the first place when the lights lowered and the music began. A lone spot light illuminated Paige and the eclectic sounds of a violin, horns, and a wicked guitar filled the room. Kira wasn’t sure she had ever heard music like this before. She took a long sip of Jameson and let it absorb her. The energy in the room was transformed into another place in time, New Orleans maybe? The rich sounds made her want to move. Suddenly a low, sultry voice erupted into melancholy lyrics and the room began to sway in Paige’s trance.
I digress in my self-loathing, collapse in my despair.
Sinking further from the light, buried in my complacent existence.
Do I let these hands choke around me or fight for a last breath of fresh air.
I wasted the days of my youth following the plan.
The perfect life, but the heart of a gypsy.
Always longing to be free.
Secret dreams to explore, the ever-lurking urge to roam.
Kira couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was like Paige was describing her. How could she know exactly how she felt? Paige was so open and free and in control. She never seemed to worry what anyone else thought. Kira found herself being pulled into the song along with the crowd.
As I sink into the ground I hear your winsome voice calling from the darkness.
A spark awakens.
I am entranced by the lure of your magic, the lust of your lies.
I know the danger that waits ahead, yet I am drawn in.
I feel the rhythm of your music sway me.
The illusion fanciful, smoke and mirrors, but through the haze I see your eyes.
Knowing better, I linger holding a last strand of light knowing
The darkness before me will swallow me whole.
You are mysterious and dangerous, everything and nothing.
You fill the room and suck out the air.
The asphyxiation of your presence makes me dizzy.
I want to cling to the strand and find I have let it go.
Captivated and inspired, I never felt it leave my fingers.
I am floating, swirling, alone but encompassed by you.
Flinging forward as if limits do not exist.
Inhibition now merely a word as foreign as my new surroundings.
Kira sat upright, startled when Zoe joined her at the table. Her long red hair bounced and swayed as she sat. Carefully Zoe brushed the crimson locks aside. A group of well-dressed men with their carefully tailored suits and starched shirts strained to watch her sit. Kira stifled a giggle and rolled her eyes noting just how much Zoe resembled Jessica rabbit.
“She’s really lovely, isn’t she….” Zoe usually chipper voice was soft and smooth like melting butter. Her eyes twinkled with adoration as she watched Paige move with the music. “She’s like a goddess up there!”
“I never knew she could sing. This is pretty incredible.” Kira scanned the room noting the captivation of the audience. All eyes were on Paige. The sea of bodies flowing gently with each word reminded Kira of seaweed drifting with the current.
“She puts on quite a show when she wants to. It always leads to a lot of fun later,” Zoe said, then turned and gave one of the expecting businessmen a wink, much to his delight. She turned back to Kira and said, “You haven’t seen the best part yet.” Zoe’s smile spread across her face as she spoke. Her eyes danced wildly with anticipation.
I hear you calling to me…
At once a smooth dulcet male voice joined her and captured the room. He seemed to be calling out to Paige drawing her in. Kira felt herself being entranced as well.
In our past lives we were pirates and wanderers,
Lovers of the sea
Bound by no man,
Destined to be free.
Walk with me for a little while….. let all your cares go by
Walk with me for a little while
He moved slowly around the stage with hypnotic movements. Their voices blended beautifully. He was a captivating match for Paige, with his dark hair swept over in classic Cary Grant style. His dark shirt, black vest and pants were well-fitted over his thin, muscular frame. He could have stepped out of the 1920s and directly onto the stage. His haunting voice and movements flowed gracefully in an erotic duel back and forth with Paige until his hand met hers. He held her there, one hand touching hers, the other trailing slowly from her cheek down her neck and over her ample breasts. He took her around the waist and pulled her to him tightly. They stopped for just a moment and the lights faded.
The audience drew in a collective breath. Kira felt herself on the edge of her seat with anticipation. That couldn’t be it. She turned to Zoe, whose Cheshire smile was about to take over her face.
When the lights came b
ack up, the entire band was now visible and the tempo picked up encouraging the moderately intoxicated audience to leave their seats and dance. Kira swallowed down the sweet pink liquid that Zoe had brought her. “Mmmmm. What is this?” She asked slightly skeptical.
“Don’t worry about what it is. Just finish it and let’s dance!” Zoe grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. The eclectic sounds of the gypsy funk band had something magical about it that Kira couldn’t explain or understand. But at that moment she didn’t care. She let herself go completely to the beat and danced. As she swayed and moved she could feel Zoe’s hands on her. The violin picked up tempo into a heated mix. The band followed suit, pulling the patrons with it. Kira couldn’t get over the lead singer’s voice. It was so captivating. He sounded English but she wasn’t sure. The horns, violin, and guitar swirled around her. Kira danced until the room seamed to spin. The dizzying trance took over her mind and body. In a moment of clarity, she looked around the room and realized she was not alone. The crowd was moving at a fevered pace in perfect time with the music. She felt herself being passed around from partner to partner. The room was whirling delightfully. Suddenly, she realized she was in the arms of the singer himself. Her breath caught still in her chest as the music played on. He twirled and spun her around the room. Kira couldn’t explain the magic of his touch. She opened her mouth to speak but he twirled her away into the hands of Zoe and Paige as he once again took the stage.
“Who is that?” Kira asked, trying to catch her breath.
“My darling, that’s Lysander. Trust me that’s no place you want to go,” Paige said smiling. Her eyes were shining like Kira had never seen before. She had never seen Paige like this. Not even Owen Stark made Paige look like that.
Zoe leaned over to Paige and pulled her lips to her own. Kira stood watching their soft sensual kiss. She knew she should look away but she was unable to move. Zoe’s hands slid over Paige’s curves, claiming them for her own. They moved together with the music as if no one else was in the room. But the room was filled with people dancing and finding partners of their own. Everyone was pairing off in groups of 2 or 3. What the hell kind of club is this? Kira’s foggy intoxicated brain barely registered a warning as she felt a set of masculine hands wrap around her small waist. He spun her and she was staring at an unfamiliar face. He pulled her close and leaned in toward her. Kira attempted to step back but was unsteady on her feet. “Hey, baby,” he said his breath heavy and whiskey-laden. “I think this is what you’re looking for.” He took her small hand and moved it down, pressing it firmly into his rigid cock. Kira gasped and stumbled back slightly. She felt small but firm hands on her shoulder.
“Back it up asshole! She’s with us,” Paige said loudly and authoritatively. But he would not be discouraged so easily. He tightened his grip on Kira’s waist and pulled her closer. Kira struggled absent-mindedly but Zoe and Paige were already moving in. Zoe stepped quickly between Kira and the intoxicated man and Paige pulled Kira away and close to her. Kira could feel Paige’s hips behind her moving with her own, dancing her away from the drunken man on the floor. They spun and danced over to the edge of the room. Kira could feel herself surrounded by Zoe and Paige. She couldn’t escape the erotic tension of being pressed between these two women.
The music of the band faded and house music started to play. The loud electric thumping was erotic but in sharp contrast to the band. Lysander appeared and stood watching them appreciatively. Kira stopped moving and stared back at him. She felt suddenly intimidated by his gaze.
Lysander reached out and took her hand. “My name is Lysander. But you can call me Ly. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gently pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Its very…VERY nice to meet you.” The words slid effortlessly off his lips and caressed her in places she dared not admit.
Kira breathed out slowly and struggled to remember her name.
“Lysander this is Kira,” Paige cut in and broke the spell. “Before you get too excited Ly, she’s off limits.”
Lysander stepped back slightly and looked down at Paige with an amused smile. “My dear, here nothing is off limits. I can take you places you didn’t even know you wanted to go.”
“This is Owen Stark’s girlfriend,” Paige said curtly. His smiled faded. He took another step backward.
Before he could say anything, an obviously intoxicated and very scantily clad woman stumbled over and draped an arm around Lynsander. “Did you say Owen Stark? Is he here?” she slurred. Despite her inebriated state her eyes were bright with lust and excitement. “Where is that hunk of a man? Mmmm, I can’t wait to sink my teeth into him again!” She licked her deep red lips as she spoke.
“Cool it, Lila.” Paige rolled her eyes. “He’s not here.”
“I could have sworn I heard his name,” Lila said.
“They were introducing me. I’m his girlfriend,” Kira said, feeling her blood pressure rising.
“You, me, and everyone else honey,” Lila said, smiling smugly. She looked Kira up and down as she continued. “Baby girl there’s not a woman in here that he hasn’t nailed to the wall. That man can curl your hair and your toes and leave you unable to walk in the morning. But then, you know that, don’t you?”
“Shut the fuck up, Lila,” Paige said, stepping between Lila and Kira, pushing her back. “Why don’t you go upstairs? There’s enough cock here to go around. Even for your gaping hole.”
“Oh, don’t take it so hard. You didn’t really think you were the only one, did you? Come on baby, come play with the big girls,” Lila purred, and brushed a strand of hair out of Kira’s face.
“Enough, Lila. Go upstairs,” Lysander put in, his voice calm but firm. Kira recognized the tone. He spoke to her the way Stark had to Paige in the video. Kira shuddered. Lila immediately stopped. She winked at Kira, then turned and went in the direction of the stairs.
Kira’s head was spinning. What was Lila talking about? Had she dated Stark? She looked from Paige to Lysander for an explanation.
“You brought her here, Paige. What did you expect?” Lysander was still talking but Kira could no longer hear him. Her heart was racing. She pushed past Paige and headed for the stairs. It couldn’t be. Despite the alcohol and spiky heels she took the stairs two at a time. She had to see what Lila was talking about and there was no way Paige was going to stop her. Once on the landing, she crossed quickly to the first set of heavy wooden doors and opened them. The smell of sex hit her like a brick wall, thick and heavy before the moans even reached her ears. The dimly lit room was filled with nefarious groups of people all engaged in some stage of sexual act. The walls were a deep shade of red that reminded Kira of Lila’s lipstick. The black marble floor had thick ornate rugs strategically placed with black leather furniture. Plush chaises, lounges, chairs and ottomans dotted the room, all covered with scantily clad or naked bodies. Kira struggled to grasp what she was seeing. She had stepped into a full-on orgy and no one seemed to think this was abnormal but her.
Kira felt like Alice in Fuckland. Despite her horror, she couldn’t help but feel a familiar stirring beneath her fishnets. A loud moan immediately to her right caught her attention. A very muscular man was sitting in a large leather armchair. The woman on the ottoman in front of him, naked except her stilettos, was laying on her back. Her long black hair pooled on the floor. Her well-shaped legs spread wide before him. The woman moaned again loudly as he worked her clitoris with his mouth and buried his massive fingers in her dripping slit. Kira felt her own breathing in time with the bare woman’s heaving chest. She made eye contact with Kira and smiled before throwing her head back and cuming hard. Kira felt a sweat break out on her brow. The woman was completely exposed and unashamed as she squirmed, her small breasts bouncing with each movement. The man kneeled forward. Kira watched breathlessly as his lips closed around her delicate nipple. She felt her own breast burn with the need to be touched. The man moved between her outstretched legs and positioned his thick coc
k at the edge of her folds. He looked up noticing Kira watching. Her eyes met his and she bit her lip. His gaze dipped to the swell of flesh atop Kira’s corset. He smiled and licked his lips as he entered the small woman. Kira felt her breath catch as the woman writhed and screamed, enjoying the sudden intrusion. She couldn’t look away. The only sound louder than the moans was the pounding in her ears. Kira couldn’t tell if it was the intense bass of the music or her own heartbeat. The pulsing could be felt through the floor as if the room was alive. A loud crack from the other side of the room startled Kira and she looked up.
A stunning blond woman in a black latex corset that fully exposed her oversized breasts stood straddling a smaller brunette woman in a short lace dress. With one hand she held the back of the woman’s head firmly. Her thigh-high Latex stiletto boot was planted on a man’s chest who lay back on the chaise fully enjoying the blow job the brunette was being forcefully encouraged to give him. He moaned stridently as the woman’s head moved up and down in a transfixing rhythm. In the other hand the blond woman held a small crop which she used at will on the brunette, striking her ass and turning it a bright pink. Kira gasped as the crop struck the woman loudly. She was appalled and aroused and frightened. She could feel her lace panties growing wet beneath her own fishnets. The man reached up suddenly, grasping the brunette with both hands as his body went rigid. He convulsed as he came, still embedded deeply in her mouth and throat. The blond woman jerked up on the other woman’s hair exposing thick strands of cum dripping from his glistening cock and her ruby red lips.
Delicate fingers clasped around her arms. Kira looked down at jet-black fingernails and olive skin pressing into her flesh. “So you came up to play, baby.” Lilah’s delighted voice echoed in her ears with the throbbing pulse of the house. Lilah marched her forward. They stepped over the back of a redhead buried deep between the legs of a masked girl. Kira’s eyes grew big as saucers as the onyx lips grinned at her from the cutout in the latex mask. Her heel grazed the woman’s back as she crossed over her. Its vibration traveled straight up her leg and set her on fire. A beautifully tattooed hand reached up and caressed her leg, fingers trailing with the movement of her step. Kira’s breathing shortened into, excited movements as she allowed Lila to lead her deeper in to the web of this house.
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