by Velvet
“Good, because I’m not talking about a gym. This club is called the Black Door and it’s an erotic playground just for women. Men can’t be members, they can only work there,” she said, giving Terra the lowdown.
“What? Are you kidding? How did you find out about this place?” Terra asked, with her mood gradually lifting.
“Last week when I was at Barneys, I ran into an old classmate from NYU, who was a party promoter back in school. Between picking out Marc Jacobs bags, I asked her if there were any new hot clubs not on the radar yet, and she gave me the scoop about the Black Door. She said it’s for members only and is off the chain. She told me that there are several rooms where you can get your freak on, dance, play pool, or eat aphrodisiacs. So put your party shoes on, because we’re going to check out every single room tonight!” Lexi said excitedly, sounding like a kid who had just discovered a new candy.
“How are we going to the club if it’s for members only?”
“Because I joined a few days ago, that’s how!” She smiled into the receiver, and then went on to explain. “I met with the owner, Trey Curtis, who is fine as hell, I might add, at the main club uptown, and after going through an extensive interview process, he approved my membership and personally designed a mask for me.”
Terra had never heard of anything like this and was full of questions. “What’s the mask for?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, all the members and the servers wear masks, so you’re free to get your freak on without anyone knowing your true identity.”
“I like the sound of that, but what about me? I’m not a member, so how am I supposed to get into the club?” Hearing about the details of the Black Door had Terra totally intrigued and she’d forgotten about her dilemma with Sage.
“I borrowed my friend’s mask for the evening, and if you like what you see tonight, then you can join too.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Terra’s dark mood was completely lifted now, and she was eager to experience something different. Professor Langston had taught her in acting class to always seek out new adventures and store them in your memory bank to use when needed. “Instead of having Leroy drive us, let’s take a taxi. I don’t want him in my business.”
“Since I live on the way, why don’t you pick me up in an hour?”
“Okay, see you then,” Terra said, and hung up.
Terra was so caught up in the excitement of hearing about such a decadent club that she agreed to go without giving it a second thought. But now that she had gotten off the phone and had a minute to digest all the information, she began to feel a bit hesitant. What if a nosy photographer snapped her picture going into or coming out of the club? It was one thing being seen leaving a lounge, but the press would have a field day if they caught wind of her partying at a place like the Black Door. She picked up the phone to call Lexi back, and tell her that she wasn’t going, but hung up before completing the call. With a mask concealing her identity, she rationalized that even if photographers were lurking around, they wouldn’t have a clue that she was the woman behind the mask. Besides, checking out the club would take her mind off of Sage, and she definitely needed a momentary distraction.
Terra went into her bedroom closet to decide what to wear. Since they were going to a sex club, she chose a black leather halter top with matching miniskirt, fishnets, and a pair of red four-inch Rene Caovilla sandals with a faceted jeweled ankle strap. Instead of wearing her hair curly, she blew it straight for that long flowing look. She sprayed her neck and wrists with L’Heure Magique before putting on a white Andrew Marc raincoat to conceal her outfit from the nosy doorman, and headed out the door.
Lexi was waiting outside of her building when the taxi pulled up. She was also wearing a trench coat, and laughed once she got inside the cab and saw Terra’s. “I see great minds think alike.”
“I didn’t feel like dealing with a million and two questions from my doorman. He’s used to seeing me suited up. Probably thinks I’m some type of prude and I want to keep it that way. The last thing I need is for him to call one of those tabloids and tell them that Terra Benson is hooking at night.” She’d read too many articles about a celebrity assistant or someone close to their camp selling stories and pictures for thousands of dollars to the rags. Terra didn’t think her doorman would betray her privacy, but it paid to be cautious nonetheless.
“You don’t look like a ho.” Lexi surveyed her outfit. “Well, maybe a little.” She laughed.
“Who you calling a ho? Let’s see what you have on.”
Lexi untied her belt, revealing a hot pink, see-through blouse, but you couldn’t see her nipples because she wore pink pasties to conceal her breasts. Her pants were crocheted, revealing her skin through the pink yarn. And she had on a pair of silver Giuseppe Zanotti jeweled T-strap sandals to complete the outfit. “Thought I’d wear pink to match my mask,” she said, removing a pink mask with silver rhinestones around the eyes from a brown paper bag.
“Wow, that’s beautiful,” Terra said, touching the delicate half mask. “Where’s mine?”
Lexi then took out a burnt orange mask covered with multicolored faceted stones and handed it to Terra. “Here, and be careful because I have to return it tomorrow.”
“No problem,” she said, tying the mask around her eyes. Terra took out her compact and looked in the mirror. “This is so exciting. You can’t even tell it’s me,” she said after seeing her reflection.
“I know. It feels like we’re going to a masquerade ball, except instead of an engraved invitation, you need a password to get in. Your password is ‘Unadulterated Lust,’ and mine is ‘Lick My Clit,’” Lexi said, securing her mask.
“I like your password better. Mine is a little tame.”
“Well, if you decide to become a member, you can choose your own password. One more thing, there’s a greeter to welcome us before we enter the club.”
“A greeter? You mean like a welcoming committee?” Terra asked.
“Not exactly.” Lexi raised her eyebrows. “Actually, it’s only one man, and his job is to get you all juiced up and ready for the club,” Lexi said, taking a tube of pink lipstick out of her purse and applying a layer.
“What do you mean ‘all juiced up’?”
“I mean he grabs you from behind, rubs your ass, and if you’re willing, massages your clit until you’re on the verge of climaxing,” Lexi said, closing her eyes for a second, remembering her last encounter with the greeter.
The expression on Terra’s face registered shock; this club was sounding more and more seductive by the second. “Are you serious?”
“As serious as Dick Cheney at a gay rally.” She laughed.
On the way downtown, Lexi told Terra about the various chambers and what to expect so she wouldn’t be shocked by some of the lewd activities. And just as she finished her mini tutorial, the taxi was pulling up in front of a nondescript building in the Meat-Packing District.
Terra got out of the taxi, looked at the building, and was unimpressed by the warehouselike structure whose only discerning feature was a black metal door. From the description of the club that Lexi had painted, she expected to see a renovated facade like most of the other buildings in the area. “This is it?” she said, turning up her lip.
“I know it doesn’t look like much on the outside, but just wait until we get upstairs, and you’ll see what I’m talking about,” Lexi said, leading the way to the front door.
Lexi pressed the tiny bell to the right and a man with a menacing-looking face slid open a small window and asked for their passwords before opening the Black Door. He then took them up in the freight elevator to meet the “greeter.”
Gee did exactly what Lexi had said, only Terra didn’t let him massage her clit, even though deep down inside she really wanted him to; but that was a little too personal for her. She hadn’t had sex since Mason and though it had been only a week, she was horny as hell. Professor Langston had unleashed a desire in her that she never knew existed
, and after he left, she had put her libido on ice and concentrated on graduating. Mason had thawed her sexual drive, and now it was in overdrive.
After their warm welcome, Lexi and Terra checked their coats and went into the Disco where Gloria Gaynor was belting out “I Will Survive” over the loudspeakers as strobe lights flashed on the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. They wormed their way to the middle of the crowd and as the song blended into The Weather Girls’ “It’s Raining Men,” two servers began dancing along with them.
Terra’s dance partner pulled her close and quickly turned her around so that her butt was directly in front of his cock. He held her by the waist while grinding into her ass. She could feel his dick harden with every beat of the music and grooved in time to his movements.
“You’re making me so hard that I want to fuck you right here on the dance floor,” he said, reaching underneath her skirt and rubbing his hands between her thighs.
Terra was horny, but she wasn’t that horny. She wanted to get laid, but not with a random stud in the middle of a crowd. “No thanks,” she said, wiggling out of his embrace and dancing away.
Lexi noticed Terra leaving, and asked over the music, “Where’re you going?”
“To check out the rest of the club,” she said, making her way to the exit.
“Hold on. I’m coming with you,” Lexi said, also dancing away from her partner.
The hallway outside of the Disco was painted midnight blue, and was lit by dim, overhead pin lights. Terra could barely see where she was walking, so she followed Lexi, who knew the lay of the land. As they continued down the darkened corridor, Terra could smell the enticing aroma of chocolate, and she inhaled to get a better whiff.
“Hmm, what smells so good? Is there a bakery here?” she asked Lexi.
“No, that would be the Chocolate Chamber. Come on; let’s see what’s cooking.”
Terra couldn’t believe her eyes. Inside were two women, standing in the middle of the floor buck naked, getting their bodies painted with melted chocolate by two servers. A third woman was lying on a chaise lounge with her legs spread-eagle, and a server was licking chocolate off of her clit. “This sure isn’t Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory,” she mused.
“No, it’s better,” Lexi said, walking over to a server who was standing behind a glass display case full of assorted chocolates. “I’m in the mood for white chocolate,” she said, pointing to a block of white confection.
“You’re not going to have your body painted are you?” Terra whispered in her ear, so the server wouldn’t hear.
“Why not? I hate to admit it, but I haven’t been laid in months, and my clit needs a little stimulation. I’m tired of turning myself on with my vibrator. Now that I’m here, I want him”—she pointed to a server with rippling muscles underneath alabaster skin and a long ponytail—“to play with Ms. Kitty.”
Terra loved her friend dearly, but couldn’t imagine watching Lexi get fucked by a Fabio look-alike. “Okay, girl, get your freak on. I’m leaving.”
“You’re going home already? We just got here.”
“No, I’m not going home just yet. I think I’ll stop by Hotel Gansevoort for a nightcap. I need a drink to help me process everything I’ve seen tonight.” Terra wasn’t a prude by any means. She just wasn’t ready for communal sex. A one-night stand she could deal with, but making love in front of strangers was a little too freaky for her tastes.
“Okay, I’ll talk to you later,” Lexi said, turning back to the server, who was heating her chocolate selection over a double boiler.
Terra made her way back to the lobby, got her coat, and went down in the freight elevator. Once she exited the building, she took the mask off and tucked it in her purse. As she walked the short block over to Hotel Gansevoort, she was totally unaware that she was being followed.
17
SAGE WAS having one of those days from hell. His secretary had called in sick (which was rare) and the temp that the agency sent over was beyond incompetent. She didn’t know how to make a decent pot of coffee, so he sent her across the street to Starbucks for a double espresso with low-fat milk, but she came back with a cappuccino with heavy cream instead. And every time she tried to transfer a call to his office, she’d disconnect the caller, and if that wasn’t bad enough, she must have been dyslexic because she kept transposing telephone numbers on his messages, so he couldn’t even return calls. He was accustomed to Pearl, who’d been with the company since he was a little boy. Having been his father’s longtime secretary she was the epitome of efficiency. Pearl arrived at the office before he did, and had his daily itinerary typed and on his desk when he got there. The temp didn’t have a clue how to pull up his schedule on the computer, so he had to do her work as well as his, and was getting more frustrated as the day went on. Sage thought about calling the agency to get a replacement, but he didn’t want to chance getting another nincompoop. He made a note for Pearl to change agencies, because clearly this one didn’t screen their applicants properly.
“Uh, excuse me, but there’s a Ms. Walker on the phone,” the temp said, peeking her head through his office door.
“Put her through. On second thought, I’ll answer the call at your desk instead,” he said, remembering that the girl couldn’t transfer calls.
Sage walked out to the secretary’s desk, picked up the phone, and said in his most professional voice, “Sage Hirschfield speaking.”
“My, my, don’t you sound like the Big Kahuna,” Missy teased.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Walker, how may I help you?” he asked, ignoring her comment, knowing the temp was standing right over his shoulder and listening to every word he was saying.
“You can help yourself to some good loving,” she said suggestively.
“Actually, I was thinking along those same lines. How’s six o’clock?”
“Six is perfect. Bring both of your appetites because I’m cooking dinner, and after you eat, you’re going to fuck my brains out. See you later, lover,” she said, and hung up.
It was four-thirty, and Sage decided not to prolong the agony any longer. “There’s no need for you to stay until six. You can leave now,” he said to the temp.
“Leave now? But my agency said this assignment wasn’t over until six o’clock. If I leave now, I won’t get no overtime on my check, and I need the overtime,” she said, looking like she was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get paid for a full day. Put your out time as seven o’clock and I’ll sign your timesheet,” Sage said. He was willing to do just about anything to get this girl out of his office.
“Oh, wow! Thanks, Mr. Hirschfield,” she said, smiling from ear to ear.
Once she was gone, Sage went into his private bathroom to freshen up, and then headed out the door and over to Missy’s apartment.
“Come here, Girl,” Sage said, pulling Missy close to him the moment she opened the door and led him inside.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hope you’re hungry.”
“I’m always hungry for you,” he said, sticking his tongue down her throat.
As he was kissing and grinding on Missy, his mind traveled back to his encounter with his architect. Sage was perpetually horny and loved sex almost as much as he loved running his family’s company. Being at the helm of Hirschfield Publishing afforded him perks that very few were privy to, and he relished every second of being in such an elite group. He knew that if he wasn’t CEO of a major corporation, he would have never been allowed inside of Roy Snyderman’s private world. Sage wasn’t shocked that Roy was a switch-hitter, because he had a distinctive air of class and sophistication, which bordered on homosexuality. Sage thought about calling Roy for some more dick sucking, but he’d broken one of his cardinal rules by mixing business with pleasure, and decided not to deal with Roy personally again until after the studio was complete.
She kissed him back. “Sounds like you want your dessert before dinner.”
“I want it
now and later,” Sage said, running his hands underneath her blouse and rubbing her back.
“Well in that case, let me put the pots on simmer, while we get things heated up in the bedroom,” she said, easing out of his embrace and walking into the kitchen. After she turned the fire down on the stove, she walked back over to him, took his hand, and led him into her lair.
Missy wore only an oversized, sheer silk blouse and a bright red thong. Sage could feel his dick rising as he watched her ass sashay underneath the delicate fabric, and he couldn’t wait to release his throbbing cock and fuck her good. He began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as they walked down the short hallway, and by the time they reached her bedroom, he had his dick out and was masturbating.
“Come here and let me do that,” Missy said, sitting at the foot of the bed.
Sage walked over and waved his semi-erect dick across her face; he then eased the head into her waiting mouth. “I want you to suck me slow and hard, until you taste my cum, and then I want you to start sucking faster and faster and don’t stop until I shoot my hot load down your throat,” he told her.
Missy couldn’t say a word since her tongue was preoccupied, so she just nodded her head and did as instructed.
Sage put his foot on the edge of the bed so that he could feed his dick deeper down her throat. Missy was now sucking his cock fast and furious and the sensation was driving him wild with ecstasy. “That’s right, suck that dick, Bitch,” he said, grabbing her hair to balance himself as she bobbed up and down on his long rod. Sage felt his semen rising to the top. “Get ready to swallow, Whore, ’cause I’m cumming!” he screamed, holding her hair even tighter. He climaxed with such force that he collapsed onto the bed after he released a mouthful of creamy cum.
“How was dessert?” Missy asked, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her blouse.
“Hot and sexy, just like I like it,” he said, lying on his back with his hands behind his head.
Missy stood up, took off her blouse, and slipped out of her thong. “How about a little reciprocation?” she asked.
