by Velvet
Mason was a breast man, and had to admit that her boobs were big and juicy, just the way he liked them. He was tempted to take a taste test, but was stopped by the thought of Terra, his true love. Even though she would never know whether or not he fucked around, he would know, and he didn’t want to live with the guilt. “Yeah, they do, but I’m going to have to take a pass.”
“Since when does Mason Anthony take a pass when he could be sucking and fucking?” she asked.
How the hell does she know my name? he thought frantically. Mason always wore his mask when he perused the club, so there was no way she could have seen his face. “What did you say?” Even though he had heard her, he wanted to make sure she hadn’t mistaken him for someone else.
She grabbed his hand and put it on her titty. “Doesn’t that feel good, Mason?”
He snatched his hand away. “Who are you?”
She reached in back of her head and untied her mask. “Don’t you recognize me?”
Mason searched her full lips, high cheekbones, and hazel eyes, but he couldn’t place her face. “No, I don’t.”
“It’s me, Rico,” she said.
He squinted his eyes and looked at her hard. “Rico?”
Mason had met Rico Sanns in college. He had been at Champaign, Urbana, on a four-year football scholarship, studying premed, and Rico had been a dance major. At the coach’s suggestion, the varsity team took a semester of dance to help with their dexterity. While Mason was the star on the field, Rico was the star on the floor. He was a graceful dancer and could perform the most difficult moves with ease. Most of the other dance majors found the presence of the clumsy football players intrusive and resented them taking up space in their domain. But not Rico. He welcomed the beefy athletes and did whatever he could to help them with their dance routines. Mason stood out from the crowd, not because he was the cutest player, but because he was the clumsiest, and Rico immediately gravitated toward him.
Mason had taken one look at Rico prancing around in his super-tight leotards and belly shirt and knew that he was gay. Mason had a gay uncle, so he was familiar with the mannerisms of an overtly feminine man. Having grown up around the rainbow coalition, Mason didn’t take offense when Rico tried to befriend him, but he made it clear that he was straight and had recently started dating Heather Scott, captain of the debate team. As it turned out, Rico and Heather had known each other since freshman year and were quite close, so the three of them often hung out together. Most weekends, Rico could be found camped out on the couch in Heather’s off-campus apartment.
One Saturday evening, while Heather was at her sorority house for a meeting, Mason and Rico were at the apartment drinking beer and watching basketball. After polishing off nearly a case of MGD, they both passed out drunk on the sofa, and when Mason came to, Rico was between his legs sucking his dick. At first, Mason thought that it was Heather, but when his eyes finally focused, he realized that it was Rico. Mason wanted to tell him to stop, but Rico was sucking his dick and licking his balls like no woman had before and the sensation felt beyond good; it was like a natural high. The liquor flowing through his veins clouded his reasoning. He wanted to get up, but his body wouldn’t move, so he closed his eyes and pretended like Heather was giving him head instead of Rico.
Over the course of the semester, from time to time, Rico would beg Mason to let him suck him off, and against his better judgment, Mason agreed, because he wanted that supernatural feeling again. They would meet at Heather’s apartment when she was in class, and Rico would do all the work, while Mason laid back and got his helmet buffed.
Feeling guilty about letting another man suck his dick, and cheating on his girlfriend, Mason finally ended the one-sided affair. That was Mason’s first and last time experiencing oral sex with a man, and once he graduated, he left the memory of his sordid sexual act behind him on the college campus, and never thought about Rico again.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Missy said, dropping her high-pitched voice and sounding more like a man.
Mason was so full of questions that he didn’t know where to begin. “How…uh…where…” he stammered. “How did you know it was me behind this mask?” he finally asked.
“Initially, I didn’t know, but after I sucked your dick in the Aphrodisiac Bistro, I started putting two and two together.”
Mason looked totally confused. “What?”
“Remember that night in the bistro, when my friend Princess—she had on a pewter and gold mask with black feathers—and I took you to one of the booths in the back? I sucked your dick, while you sucked her titties?”
As she described the encounter, Mason began to get a visual of that night and silently cursed himself for fucking around with the members, but it was too late for brow beating. He reluctantly nodded his head yes.
“Well, I thought I knew that dick, but I wasn’t completely sure, so later that night, instead of going home, I waited for you to come out of the club. You didn’t have on your mask, but I knew you were the same guy that I had just sucked off, because I recognized your tight jeans and wife-beater. Anyway, I followed you home, and when I saw your picture on ‘Page Six,’ I started thinking about old times and wanted to reconnect,” Missy said, her voice now back in the higher register.
“When I got your note, I was wondering how you knew where I lived,” Mason mumbled more to himself than to her.
“I’ve been waiting for your call, so that we could pick up where we left off, but then it occurred to me that you were not coming to me, so I had to come to you. Besides, I have another more important matter to talk to you about,” she said, taking a step closer to him.
“Look, Rico, or whatever your name is now—”
She cut him off. “It’s Missy. My new name is Missy.”
“Whatever. Look, we’re not picking up anywhere, and I don’t care what you have to say. What happened in college is ancient history, and I have no plans of revisiting the past,” he said sternly, and started to walk away.
Missy grabbed Mason’s arm. “Wait a minute. You’re not going to dismiss me like you did in college. Before you walk away, you should know that I have a few mementos from back in the day that the tabloids would love to get their hands on.”
“And why would the tabloids care about information on me? I’m not famous.”
“I know you’re not famous. That’s why I’ve held on to this stuff for so long, because up until now it was meaningless, but now that you’re dating a celebrity it’s finally come in handy.” Missy smirked as she watched Mason’s expression slowly turn to one of horror. “I’m sure that the tabloids would be interested to know that Terra Benson’s ‘buffed beau,’” she said, using the term from “Page Six,” “likes to get his helmet ‘buffed’ by the boys.”
“There’s no way you can link me with Terra,” he said, panicked. “That picture in The Post didn’t even have my name in the caption.”
“Oh, I can link you all right,” Missy said, taking out a set of digital pictures from her purse and showing them to him.
Mason snatched the pictures out of her hand and stared in disbelief. He and Terra’s entire day in SoHo had been documented, from the moment they stepped out of the hotel, to their romp on West Broadway, and even their cozy lunch. And unlike the picture in the paper, which only showed them coming out of a lounge, these pictures clearly showed that they were an item. He ripped the photographs to shreds and threw the pieces at Missy. “That’s what I think of your pictures.”
“Not to worry, I have several sets, as well as video footage of me sucking your dick.” Unbeknown to Mason, Rico had set up a camcorder in Heather’s apartment and recorded their head games. It was Rico’s practice to videotape most of his sexual encounters and sell them to the freakiest bidder. He used the money from the X-rated tapes to subsidize his tuition. Fortunately, he had held on to the tape of Mason, because that was his favorite and he kept it in his private collection.
Missy continued. “Now if it was anyone else besi
des Terra Benson, the tobacco heiress, all of this would be irrelevant. But you know how hungry the press is to bite into her personal life. That’s why I called the tabloids the moment I saw you go into Hotel Gansevoort. I had a feeling that Terra was inside. You managed to dodge them, but you couldn’t hide from my trusty camera”—Missy smiled snidely—“and I think they would just eat this information up, don’t you?”
The panic returned, rendering Mason speechless. He had finally found the woman of his dreams. Now that dream was being threatened by an ugly nightmare. “I have money. Just tell me how much you want,” he said, wanting all of this to go away.
“I don’t want your money. I want Terra’s. She must be worth a few billion, and all I’m asking for is a measly million,” Missy said in a deadpan tone, and then turned the corners of her mouth up into a sly Cat in the Hat–type grin.
“You must be crazy!” Mason shouted. “How am I supposed to get my hands on her money?”
“I don’t care how you do it, just do it. You have until next week, and if I don’t have a certified check in my hands for one million dollars, then the pictures, as well as the videos, will be all over the news,” Missy said, and strutted away.
Mason wanted to run after Rico, throw him down, and wring his scrawny neck, but a murder rap was far worse than incriminating pictures. He needed to come up with a plan, and soon, because if he wanted to keep Terra, he had to protect her from this crazy blackmail scheme.
21
“HOW CUTE is this?” Terra asked, holding up a short cashmere midriff sweater. She and Lexi were shopping at the Prada boutique on Fifth Avenue.
Lexi lightly fingered the soft material. “It’s all right,” she said, barely giving the sweater any attention. Earlier, Lexi had asked Terra what she did after she left the Black Door, and Terra had been extremely vague. Now Lexi was irritated because she knew that her friend was hiding something and she wanted to know what it was. “Put that sweater down and tell me what happened the other night,” she demanded.
Terra hadn’t told Lexi about her rendezvous with Mason because that night and the next day had been a magical time for the two of them, and she wasn’t ready to share their private moments for fear that talking about it would ruin the spell. Seeing the sour look on Lexi’s face, she realized that if she didn’t give her friend blow-by-blow details, their friendship might be ruined instead. Terra glanced over her shoulder making sure that no one was within earshot, and then told Lexi exactly what happened that night. “Girl, the next day was so perfect that we hated to leave each other. It felt like we were in one of those corny romance movies, where the two lovers can’t stand being apart,” she said, her eyes glazing over with a dreamy look.
After hearing the entire story and seeing the look of love on Terra’s face, Lexi was sorry she’d asked. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that Terra was in love. Thinking that she should have been with Mason instead of her friend, a twinge of jealousy shot through Lexi. He was her type of man, and besides, she had seen him first that night at Pravda. But Terra had won by default since she’d bumped into him at the coffee shop. In any event, it didn’t matter, because they were in love. “So”—she gave Terra an all-knowing look—“it sounds like you’re in love with this guy.”
Terra blushed and her cheeks turned candy-apple red. “Is it that obvious?”
“Yep, it’s all over your face, but are you sure you’re not taking this too fast?” Lexi asked in a slightly discouraging way.
“I realize we just met a few weeks ago, but I feel so comfortable with him. It’s like we’ve known each other for years. Usually I’m more reserved, but there’s something about Mason that makes me want to be a wild woman. He’s broken down all of my inhibitions, and—”
“I thought Professor Langston did that,” Lexi sniped.
“David taught me how to fuck, but Mason has taught me how to make love, and there’s such a distinct difference,” Terra replied with that dreamy-eyed look again.
Lexi had never been in love, so she couldn’t understand exactly what Terra was saying. “What’s the difference?”
“When you’re deeply in love with someone and he feels the same way, sex is not just an act, but an extension of the love you feel for each other. And every time you make love, your feelings are magnified a hundred times.”
Listening to Terra’s words, Lexi knew that she had never really made love. “You make it sound so romantic.”
“It is. Just wait until you fall in love and then you’ll know what I truly mean.”
Hearing her friend sound so elated, Lexi couldn’t help but feel happy for Terra even though a tiny part of her still felt envious. “Well, when I meet Mr. Right, I’m sure the sparks will fly just like with you and Mason. So, now that you’ve found Prince Charming, what are you going to do about Sage?” she asked, changing the subject.
In her current state of bliss, Terra had forgotten about hatching another plan to star in Sage’s first production. “Trying to seduce him is completely out of the question now that I’m involved with Mason. And it’s not like that plan was working anyway. Maybe I’ll take your suggestion and have my agent set me up with a screen test.”
“If you get the part, just remember to give me my twenty percent consultation fee.” Lexi laughed, returning to her old self.
“Twenty percent? You’re too damn expensive! I think I’m going to have to find another consultant.” She laughed too. Then Terra’s phone rang.
“Hello?” she said, once she fished the gadget out of her purse.
“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me,” said Mason.
“Hey, yourself.” She smiled into the tiny phone.
“Where are you?” he asked in a hushed tone.
“At Prada on Fifth Avenue with Lexi. What’s going on? Why are you whispering? I can barely hear you.”
“I’m not whispering,” he said, raising his voice a decibel, trying to sound normal. “Are you busy tonight?”
“Busy seeing you,” she teased.
“Can you meet me at my apartment around nine o’clock?” he asked, dropping his voice again, as if someone might be listening.
“Sounds like a clandestine rendezvous,” she said, picking up on his lower register.
“You remember where I live, don’t you?” he asked, ignoring her comment.
“Yes. I’ll see you at nine!” she said excitedly.
“Okay, see you then,” he said, and hung up.
She walked over to Lexi, who was looking through a rack of black dresses. “That was ‘my man.’” She beamed. “He wants me to come over tonight.”
“I see you’re claiming him already,” Lexi commented, her jealousy returning.
“Yep, I sure am,” she said, clueless as to her friend’s true feelings. Terra held up a skimpy black dress with leather spaghetti straps. “This is perfect for tonight.” She bounced to the register and gave the saleswoman her black AmEx, without paying any attention to the fifteen-hundred-dollar price tag.
Lexi followed close behind, and bought a similar dress and matching shoes. Once outside, the women hopped into Terra’s waiting Maybach, and headed downtown to Helmut Lang’s flagship boutique. They were like kids in toyland inside the gallerylike space, and the hours flew by as they tried on piece after fabulously designed piece. With armloads of skirts, pants, blouses, and jackets, they handed over their plastic with ease, paid for their treasures, and returned to the car.
“Once I drop you off, I’m going to take a nice, long, hot bath, put on my new dress, and go see my new man!” Terra gushed.
“Ask Mason if he has any available friends,” Lexi said, realizing that jealousy would do nothing but burn a hole in her stomach, so she decided to join the “lovers’ club,” and find a man of her own.
“I’ll ask him. I hope he does, and then we can double date. Wouldn’t that be fun?” Terra was so happy that she nearly sang her words.
“Yeah, it would be. Call me tomorrow and let me know what he said.
If he doesn’t have any available friends, I think I’ll join one of those online dating services, because I’m not meeting any mature men out at the bars. They all seem to be young and silly.”
“I thought you liked them like that.”
“I thought I did too, but they don’t have any couth. All they want to do is fuck, which is fine for the first week or two, but then I want some substance. After hearing about your gallery-hopping lunch date, it made me realize that I need a more mature man,” she confessed.
“Don’t worry, Lexi.” Terra patted her friend’s leg. “We’ll find you a good man, like Mason.”
“Thanks, Girl.”
Terra dropped Lexi off at her apartment, and told Leroy to wait out front once he pulled up to her building. She went upstairs, spread her new outfit on the bed, and took a long soak in her spa-type tub. After her rejuvenating bath, she smoothed Molton Brown’s rich emollient all over her skin. Terra had a tiny waist, slender hips, and a cute bump of a butt. Unlike the rest of her diminutive body parts, her breasts were large and looked fake, but were supple, unlike false boobs. She loved her 36Cs, even though she rarely showed them off. Usually she hid her voluptuous rack underneath support bras and loose shirts, because she didn’t want to cause any unwanted attention. But not tonight. Tonight, she wanted all of Mason’s attention.
She walked out of the adjoining bathroom, into her bedroom, and slipped into her new Prada dress. The sensuous jersey fabric clung to her body and showcased her favorite asset. Terra stepped over to the mirror and admired how inviting her nipples looked through the thin material. She turned to the side and checked out the profile of her tiny tush. She patted her tight butt and felt extremely sexy, since she didn’t have on a stitch of underwear, not even a thong. And to cap off the sexy number, she slid her feet into a pair of rhinestone Choos.
Terra walked back into the bathroom and fluffed out the curls in her hair. She dusted her face with a light translucent power, applied a layer of cherry-scented gloss to her lips, and sprayed her neck, cleavage, and wrists with her signature perfume. She opened the medicine cabinet, took out a travel toothbrush (for in the morning), and put it in her evening bag. She took one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs to her waiting car.
