Vegas (Burnout)

by Dahlia West

  Mark pulled out his wallet and paid the man. Abby waited to see if there would be a secret handshake as well. The man’s gaze turned from Mark to herself and she felt herself shrink just a bit as he looked her over. Her cheeks pinkened and stung. She glanced at Mark to see what he had to say about this man so obviously leering at her. Surely Mark would step in and punch him in the throat or something, but Mark remained silent as Abby was inspected like meat on a rack. She shivered as though she were really in an industrial refrigerator.

  “Watching or playing?” the man finally asked as he grinned at her. Abby started at his question, not understanding what he was asking. She glanced again to Mark.

  “Watching,” Mark informed him.

  The man frowned deeply. Apparently this was the wrong answer. Apparently there was a password, not a secret handshake, and Mark had obviously gotten it wrong. After a moment the man stepped aside, swiping a card into a reader to the left of the door before jerking it open.

  “That’s a damn shame,” he said as Mark ushered Abby inside. “Just a damn shame. I get off in twenty. Woulda been nice to get off in her.”

  Abby’s eyes darted back to him, shocked. She gasped, but Mark continued to push her inside. When the door closed behind them firmly, she turned back to face the direction she was being led. Along the right hand side was a series of doors. These weren’t steel; they were solid wood with no peepholes or windows. Above each one was a single light fixture. The lights above some doors were lit while others were dark. Mark stopped at an unlit door and turned the knob. With one hand on her back, he guided her inside and closed it behind them. Abby trembled a bit as her eyes adjusted to the darkened room. There were two large upholstered chairs facing a large window. As she stepped closer she realized it wasn’t a window, but one-way glass. She stopped short as she stared at the scene in front of her. Beyond the tinted glass was a large room. It was carpeted, with heavy drapes cordoning off small private areas on either side. A bar was tucked into the corner, gleaming lights reflected off the glass liquor shelves providing quite a bit of light compared to the rest of the mood-lit room.

  Several couples were occupying every seat, couch, and otherwise flat surface made available to them. Some were fully dressed and seated at tables, laughing and flirting with small groups of people. Others had apparently moved on from social interaction and were now in various stages of sexual play. A small brunette in a short skirt sat on an older man’s lap. Her legs were spread and Abby could see that she’d forgone underwear for the occasion. She had the man’s trousers unzipped and was sensuously giving him a handjob while he dipped his hands down the front of her dress.

  On a nearby couch, another man was fingering a similarly disrobed woman. She was slightly older than Abby while the man was about the same age. One of her legs was slung over his to give him better access. Her silver high heels sparkled even in the dimmed light, but it was not so dark that it wasn’t easy to see what others were doing. Even though Abby herself had never been to a place like this, she assumed being able to see and be seen was part of the point.

  She pressed her lips together as she moved in between the two chairs and got closer to the glass. “Have…” she began, clearing her throat nervously. “Have you been here before?”

  “No,” Mark said from behind her. “I’ve heard about it, but I never had a lot of interest. Or anyone worth bringing.” His large hand slid across her hip and down over her ass.

  “I can’t believe people do this,” she whispered.

  Mark pressed his lips to her bare shoulder. “Yes, you can.”

  As Abby watched the various combinations of couples pleasuring each other, it seemed to her that not only did people do this, but also they clearly really enjoyed it. The showpiece was a very large, round ottoman that sat directly in the center of the room. It was dove grey with several square black pillows tossed onto it. Only a few people were using the pillows. In the middle was a blonde, young and lithe, with shoulder length hair. If Abby had to guess, she’d say they were the same age, which baffled Abby because, despite all the things she and Mark had done together since they’d met, she couldn’t imagine having the courage to perform the way this woman was doing. And performance seemed to be exactly the right word. The blonde appeared to know very well that she was the center of attention and was enjoying every minute of it. A dark haired, well-toned man was between her legs, licking her slit intently and Abby wondered how the woman could concentrate on the blow job she was giving to a second man who was kneeling beside her.

  The blonde didn’t miss a beat though, opening her ruby red lips and sliding the man’s cock into her mouth. Abby was impressed when the woman managed to take in the full length of him. Mark wanted her to learn to do that and they were slowly working up to it. So far he hadn’t seemed to mind that Abby hadn’t yet mastered the skill the way this woman had. The blonde lifted her hips, pressing her pussy directly into the face of the man servicing her. It was then that Abby knew this woman wasn’t just a piece of meat, not just a vapid three holes for horny men of all ages to masturbate into. This woman was clearly directing the show and she had obviously decided that she was going to get as much pleasure as she gave.

  As she watched, Abby could feel the heat from Mark’s body behind hers. His fingertips skimmed along her bare arms and down to her hips. She gasped as she felt the tug of the hem of her dress. “Which one do you like?” he whispered in her ear.

  The room felt hot and Abby felt a little dizzy. She reached out to steady herself against the glass with one hand as one of Tex’s hands disappeared up her dress. She swallowed hard. “The blonde,” she replied, wetting her dry lips.

  “She loves it,” said Mark, sliding his hand between her thighs. Abby’s legs instinctively parted for him. His fingers found her clit and rubbed gently. She felt her nipples harden in response. “All these people watching her,” Mark continued quietly. “She knows she’s a star. She can’t get enough.”

  His strong fingers penetrated her, first one and then another. He pushed in and out of her rhythmically, at the same pace as the largest of the men fucking the blonde on the bed. Slow but relentless, pressure building steadily.

  “I want you, pet,” Mark informed her. She heard his zipper sliding down. She waited with razor sharp anticipation as she felt him pull his fingers out of her dripping slit. She felt a tug on the large silver plug at her rear entrance and gasped as he pulled it from her. As soon as it was out, she felt Mark’s slippery fingers coating her puckered entrance. He spread her cheeks wide and she felt the familiar pressure of his cock, just barely softer and more forgiving than the hard steel which had been in her moments ago. As his cockhead breached her, she pushed out the way she was supposed to, opening herself up for him. Once he was fully seated inside her, his hand returned to the front of her, sliding into her wet folds again.

  Abby moaned at the feeling of being penetrated by both his cock and his fingers.

  “Think this is close to what she feels, pet? Being taken in both holes?”

  She whimpered a bit at his words and the suggestion that she feared might be behind them.

  “Pet,” he admonished softly. “You think I’d ever let another man fuck what’s mine? You still love this, though.” His fingers sank deeper and she gripped his arms for support. Mark’s mouth found her ear again. “You’re more beautiful,” he told her. “No one would even glance at her if they had you to look at.”

  Abby felt her heart pounding and somehow she knew that while Mark would never share her with another man, being watched was what he expected of her.

  “Tomorrow night, pet,” he promised as if he read her thoughts. “Tomorrow night it’s you on the ottoman with me inside you and everyone wishing they could have a turn.”

  Chapter 5

  Abby stirred when she heard the click of the hotel room door. She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly 10:30 in the morning. Mark had let her sleep gloriously late and s
he was grateful. She stretched, sitting up as she tugged the bathrobe tighter around herself. A bellhop entered the room pushing a room service cart. Mark was close behind him. “I would’ve let you sleep longer,” he told her as the man positioned the cart by the small, round table in the corner. “But you have a busy day and you don’t want to be late.”

  The bellhop thanked Mark for the tip and shuffled out of the room. Abby raised a hand to smooth out her hair. She wondered what she looked like to the other man. Like a woman who’d had anal sex in a swingers’ club the night before? Very enjoyable anal sex? Abby accepted that deep down she was that kind of girl, but did she look like it?

  She crossed the room to the table and sat down in one of the chairs. Tucking her leg underneath her, she reached for the plate Mark handed her.

  “Busy day?” she asked.

  Mark nodded. As they ate, he reached for a folder on the desk beside him. Abby craned her neck to see what it was. All she could make out was “Spa” embossed on the front. She let out a little squeal of happiness. “Are we getting a couple’s massage?” she asked. “You know that doesn’t have a happy ending in a place like this, right?”

  He laughed and shook his head. “I’m not getting anything,” he told her. “You are getting a day package.”

  Abby flipped open the folder and read the details of her reservation: massage, mineral sea salt body scrub, and a facial. It sounded like heaven, but Mark wouldn’t want any part of that. She glanced up at him. “So we’re on a mini-vacation, but we aren’t spending it together?” She tried to hide the depth of her disappointment so as not to seem ungrateful.

  “Believe me,” he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee, “we’ll be together tonight.”

  Abby pressed her lips together firmly. She hadn’t exactly forgotten about tonight, but she had been trying to put it out of her mind.

  “You’re too nervous, pet. Always worried who will see and what they’ll think. You’re so worried you can barely come half the time. Since you can’t seem to let go and enjoy yourself on your own, I’ll make you.”

  Abby took a steadying breath and picked at her scrambled eggs. This was what she’d signed on for. Mark had never lied to her about how difficult it would be to submit to him, but each time she’d let herself go and allowed him to lead her, her mind and her body soared to heights she’d never even considered out of reach because she hadn’t known they existed in the first place.

  Mark was worth pain, humiliation, and degradation, though it was never like that. The goal tonight was clear: to enjoy herself. She just had to trust Mark that she could. “Yes, Sir.”

  The masseuse he’d booked was female. No surprise there. True to his word, Mark had never allowed another man’s hands on her, which was just how Abby preferred it. Under the woman’s expert hands, Abby felt the knots in her shoulders melt away. Not all her tension was bound up in the idea of Mark putting her on display; some of it was just plain work-related stress. Abby loved her historic hotel, but running it was no simple task. The Custer, like an engine, had a thousand and one moving parts and Abby oversaw the performance of every single one of them. She wasn’t one to whine or complain about her workload, but leave it to Mark to see beyond her strong façade to the stretched-thin woman underneath. She closed her eyes and imagined his hands on her, his tongue, his piercing gaze.

  What would he do to her tonight? And how much would she like it?

  After her facial she wasn’t surprised to find out Mark had not only paid for the service, but had also covered the tip. She was, however, surprised when she turned to head toward the elevators and back to her room only to be told she had another “appointment.” Abby flushed a bit as she thought about her smooth pussy. She didn’t need another wax right now. The attendant took her to the hotel’s salon, but instead of a private room, Abby was directed to one of the chairs. It appeared as though Mark had also booked her a wash and a styling. She didn’t need to wonder why.

  A well-groomed pet is a beautiful pet.

  She was finally finished at a little past five in the afternoon. As she walked past the row of mirrors leading toward the bank of elevators, Abby had to admit that the stylist hadn’t done half-bad. Her red, wavy locks shined as they cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She wasn’t always certain if what Mark saw when he looked at her and what she saw in the mirror were the same thing, but tonight she thought perhaps she was inching a bit closer.

  The elevator doors slid open and she stepped inside. As they closed, Abby caught one last glimpse of herself and thought that maybe she wasn’t all the way there, but she could maybe pretend that she was - for tonight anyway.

  Back in the suite, Mark had ordered dinner for them. Abby feigned disinterest in the large white box on the bed. “After dinner, pet,” Mark admonished when he caught her glancing at it.

  Abby clicked her tongue nervously. “Is it see-through?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

  Instead of punishing her curiosity, Mark laughed. “God, no. Sexy, pet. Not slutty.”

  Abby relaxed a bit more, but only picked at her chicken breast.

  “You can’t skip a meal,” he told her.

  “I know,” she sighed. “But I’m nervous.” In truth she was more than nervous. As the clocked ticked away toward nightfall, Abby’s body felt like a live wire.

  Mark wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood up, moving toward her. “Stand up,” he ordered.

  Abby surged to her feet. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid is hand into her panties. His fingers brushed past her clit, making her gasp. He parted her and pushed in a finger. With his free hand he pressed her head to his chest and stroke her hair in rhythm with the hand that was stroking her pussy. “I know you’re nervous, pet. It’s okay,” he crooned. He pushed in a second finger. “But we talked about this. What I want from my good little pet.” Abby groaned and swiveled her hips against his hand. He allowed it. “You,” he said, rasping his thumb against her clit as his fingers penetrated her, “are mine. You are beautiful,” he told her. Abby whimpered and clutched at his arms. “And you will obey me.” His lips found her ear. “Come for me,” he whispered. “Now, pet.”

  Abby clenched around his fingers, feeling herself soaking his hand. He took his hand out of her jeans and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Better, pet?” he asked. “Less tense?” Unable to answer, she nodded into his chest. “Good girl,” he told her. When she finally stopped struggling for breath, he tugged up her jeans and patted her lightly on the ass. “Now go get dressed for me.”

  Chapter 6

  Abby steeled herself against the bouncer’s solicitous gaze, although the dress Mark had bought for her was bound to draw attention. It was black, strapless, and barely hung at mid-thigh length. The bodice was fitted, but the skirt flared out a bit. If she twirled, her thong would no doubt draw even more attention. She hoped Mark wouldn’t order her to twirl.

  Mark guided her to the door on the right this time. Abby’s heart hammered in her chest as they emerged from the small lobby into the play area. She purposely kept her gaze from the wall lined with one-way glass. It was difficult enough to think about the people in the room, there was no sense in worrying about the faceless people watching as well. Abby tugged on Mark’s sleeve. “Can I get a drink?” she asked.

  Mark nodded. “One.”

  They headed to the small bar in the corner where Abby climbed onto a leather stool and ordered a drink. She surveyed the room as she took a huge gulp of her filthy martini. There were even more people here than the night before. She supposed that made sense for a Saturday night. Couples younger and older were paired, sometimes grouped, off at tables and seating areas throughout the room. A man and a woman were on the famous ottoman, making out, though they were both fully clothed. It seemed things didn’t start getting serious until late into the night.

  Abby was lifting her glass for another shot of liquid courage when a hand came down on her bare shoulder. She turned, narrowly avoiding spilling he
r drink. She was surprised to find the blonde from last night smiling down at her. “We haven’t seen you here before,” she declared, glancing between Abby and Mark. A man stood slightly behind her, dressed in a pair of pressed khakis and a polo shirt. Abby hadn’t known what kind of people frequented swingers’ clubs, but this pair was attractive and roughly the same age.

  Abby shook her head. “We’ve… never been here,” she replied. “Well, last night… we watched.” She sheepishly indicated the bank of mirrors.

  The blonde grinned at her. “Did you see me?” she asked in a put-upon, sultry tone, laughing as Abby’s face turned scarlet.

  “Yes,” Abby told her.

  The blonde leaned down, giving Abby a full view of her perky tits inside her strappy sundress. “Did you like what you saw?” she whispered. Before Abby could answer, she stood back up and reached for a lock of Abby’s curled hair. “So you’re here to play?” she asked them.

  Abby took a deep breath and nodded. The blonde laughed again. “Don’t be shy!” she said, putting a hand on Abby’s knee. Abby had to admit she hadn’t even considered moving away. The woman’s ease and light demeanor were almost infectious. She was the kind of girl you’d look at even if she never got naked.

  “I’m Lilah,” she said. “This is Sean.”

  “I’m Abby. This is Mark.”

  Sean reached for Mark’s hand. Mark was gracious but firm. “I don’t let her play with other men.”

  Abby was a bit startled at Mark’s abruptness, but that kind of thing must have been par for the course at a place like this because Sean didn’t appear to be offended. He simply nodded. “Fair enough.”

  “What about me?” Lilah asked, still stroking Abby’s hair. She let her fingertips glide down Abby’s bare shoulder. “Will you play with me, Abby?”