Tempting Bad

by M. Robinson

  We got dressed on the plane. Brooke bought me a black Armani suit with a grey undershirt and a silver Bvlgari watch. It probably cost more than my car. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, and said that they were my Christmas presents. I reluctantly took the gifts, but with the smile she displayed on her face, as she watched me put them on… it was worth it.

  She wore a tight red dress that went down to her knees, it had two slits that ran up the front and stopped an inch, maybe two, from her panty line. It had tiny straps and was very low cut; her tits would be in my face the entire night. Her shoes were red, with red soles, they were crazy high, and I had no idea how she would be able to walk in them; she made it look so easy. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and pieces fell around her face.

  She added diamond earrings and a diamond necklace. She sparkled everywhere. Her make up was heavy, the heaviest I had ever seen her wear. Black was all around her eyes, they appeared smoky and made her bright, baby blue eyes pop out more. Her eyelashes were long and thick, and her vibrant red lipstick made her teeth shine white. She said it was stain proof lipstick, and it wouldn’t come off without make up remover, so she could kiss me all night.

  To say I wasn’t nervous would have been an understatement. There was something completely different about her, her demeanor, her appearance, and her attitude; all of it. The way she walked, the way she moved, and even the way she talked. This woman before me… I had never met before.

  And…

  It pleased me as much as it shocked me.

  It was New Year’s Eve and I wanted to do something different, I wanted him to meet the other side of me. The side I had been hiding. We were getting closer, he needed to know that I was different with him, and the girl that I became was in love with him. However, there was another completely different girl that he had yet to meet. She was just as big a part of whom I was, as the one that lay in his arms every night.

  It wasn’t a test… it wasn’t a ploy; I wasn’t trying to trick him. I wanted to play. I wanted to have fun. And I wanted to be free. For one night.

  With him.

  We stepped off the plane and a Rolls-Royce Phantom EWB awaited us. By the look on Devon’s face, he was dumbfounded and speechless.

  “It’s just money,” I whispered in his ear, trying to ease his apprehensions.

  The chauffeur had the doors opened for us and we stepped in. A Krug Brut Vintage 1988 chilled, waiting for us.

  “Jesus Christ, Brooke, that’s a half a million dollar bottle,” he observed.

  I handed him his glass and took a sip of mine. “And it doesn’t taste much different than a hundred dollar bottle.”

  He laughed.

  “This is VIP, Devon, the best of the best, of the best. Madam wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  He took a sip from his glass. “Does she know you’re here? That you’re doing this?”

  I smiled. “Of course. Who do you think put this all together? I said I wanted to go to Vegas for New Year’s Eve with a friend, and it was done.”

  He grinned. “A friend?”

  “Would you have rather I said fuck buddy? She would have asked how much I was charging you, for her half,” I stated.

  “So that’s how it works?”

  “Pretty much, very simple.”

  “How many girls work for her?”

  “I don’t want to talk about this,” I blurted. “I want to have fun. I want to dance and drink, and laugh, and fuck! You think you can let go of all the questions for one night?”

  “Sure,” he reluctantly agreed.

  “Great! Because you’re about to eat the best fucking steak of your entire life.”

  Minutes later the car stopped and the doors were opened. I looked over at him, “You ready for the time of your life?” I asked.

  He nodded toward the door. “Lead the way.”

  We walked into the most expensive restaurant in Vegas. They escorted us to a private room that overlooked all of the Sin City lights. I watched Devon’s reactions to everything, experiencing them for the first time through his eyes. He was like a baby learning to walk and I was holding his hands, showing him the way.

  Our private server brought out our drinks, appetizers, salads, and then our meal.

  “Watch this,” I directed, taking my butter knife and cutting it along the steak. “Have you ever seen that before?”

  He shook his head no with his eyebrows raised.

  “That’s how tender it is,” I added.

  We finished eating and Devon leaned back in his chair, polishing off his drink. “Damn,” he said, grabbing his stomach. “That must of have been the best meal I have ever eaten.”

  “Only the things money can buy.”

  “Yeah, this meal must have cost a fortune.”

  “I wouldn’t know.” I shrugged.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t ever pay for anything.”

  “You’re lying.”

  I leaned in and put my elbows on the table. “See Devon, here’s the fucked up part about life. When you have enough money in the world to do whatever you please… whatever you want… whatever you desire or need… you don’t have to worry about it.” I beamed. “Because people will give it to you for free. From restaurants, to designer clothing, to cars, to yachts, and trips around the world,” I paused, allowing him to process everything I was saying.

  “Why?” I asked what he was already thinking. “Just so you’ll make an appearance, and tell your other ridiculously wealthy friends about it. It’s sad, isn’t it? You can finally afford everything you ever wanted, you ever dreamed of, and it doesn’t fucking matter. You will literally have people kissing your ass, just so they can say you were there.”

  He didn’t say anything for several minutes. I knew he had hundreds of questions, but knew he couldn’t ask them… not because I told him I wanted a night of letting go.

  No.

  He was worried about the response he would get.

  About my answers.

  I wasn’t prepared for everything that was being thrown at me. I knew VIP was a lucrative and moneymaking establishment, I just never thought that pussy could bring in that much money.

  I guess at the end of the day…

  Sex sells.

  Always has and always will.

  We sat there for the next few hours drinking, laughing, and flirting. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever had the pleasure of being around. Seeing her; and knowing her. There was this special, different magnetic pull to her that night. I didn’t know if it was the clothes or the make up, but she was distinctive and diverse, in every sense of the word.

  I felt like I was learning a new side to her that I had never seen before, with fresh eyes and a new exterior. I loved it as much as I hated it, not for the reasons that one may think. I prided myself on being able to read her like a book. We had this special and unique connection that we shared alone. It was something that attracted us to one another, and not being able to figure out or understand the reason why. However, that night it was as if I was with a new woman. Someone I hadn’t ever met before.

  But it didn’t matter.

  I still loved her.

  I loved her as Brooke.

  I loved her as Bambi.

  I loved her as a VIP.

  It was her… the different shades of her.

  I realized that as I looked into her wicked and sinful allure, that she had about herself sitting before me. Touching me in all the right places under the table, enough to have my heart thump and my breath elevate. Saying all the right things at the right moment, with a tone that could have any man falling to their knees for her.

  Falling at her altar.

  I wanted to own this woman, as much as I already knew I owned the other. This woman knew no bounds, no ties, or restrictions; there were no causes for complaints. She was confident and poised, as much as she was slutty and sultry.

  A minx.

  A vixen.

  A mixtur
e of innocent and malicious.

  Heaven and hell.

  Angel or devil.

  In that moment, I knew why she was a VIP.

  Why she is a VIP.

  It’s in her blood. It’s who she is. She was born one.

  Knowing all of her… is loving all of her.

  There was no going back for me.

  There was only going forward.

  With her by my side, and with me by hers.

  Together.

  The more I let myself go, the further, clearer, and more distinctive his eyes became.

  At first they relayed nothing, but caution, chaos, and concern. Now he’s as intrigued and pulled in, as he was the first night he met me. I loved being able to share a whole new world with him; a whole new me. He had yet to see what else was in store… I wasn’t holding back.

  Tonight he would see it.

  He would experience it.

  I hoped and prayed that he would be along for the ride. Take each and every turn with me.

  I was ready to push the boundaries.

  And by that…

  I mean him.

  We got to the club around eleven, and walked right up to the front of the line; they lifted the red rope and let us in. The line was long and crazy; it went around the corner. The private hostess greeted us immediately, and we were seated at our private table near the D.J.

  The best table in the house.

  It was already fully stacked, with liquor and mixers; we were served immediately. Devon had relaxed, the alcohol flowing through his system freely. We danced, hung out with people I knew, and had the time of our lives; enjoying the madness that only New Year’s Eve could bring.

  “Ten, nine, eight, seven…” the whole club yelled. I turned to him and whispered, “Are you ready to start the New Year with me?”

  He raised an eyebrow and gave me a predatory stare. “I’ve been waiting for you all my life.” He roughly grabbed the back of my neck…

  And we passionately kissed at the stroke of midnight.

  Ringing in the New Year, entirely mesmerized in each other’s arms.

  Not wanting it any other way.

  We walked out of the club at nearly three in the morning, both of us consumed with entirely too much alcohol. The chauffeur was waiting for us with the doors opened. We stepped in and Brooke nodded at him.

  “The night has just begun,” she celebrated, opening another bottle of champagne; shrieking when the cork hit the roof.

  I laughed. Her momentum and energy was contagious. We drank some more and made out like we were teenagers, dry humping all over the seats. The car came to an abrupt stop, and it was then that I realized we were parked in front of a house. No. Not a house. A mansion.

  “Where are we?” I asked taken back and disoriented.

  “At an afterhours. Ever been to one?”

  “Yeah… like a rave or something?”

  “Hmmm… not quite the rave crowd, more like people with a fuck load of money, looking to have a good time behind closed doors. You ready?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

  I nodded not knowing what to say. She smiled, kissed me one last time, and exited the car with me on her heels. The door opened as we walked up, and we were led into a scene right out of some goddamn movie. They didn’t stop or even acknowledge her, and I wondered how many times she had been to this place before. You could smell the hedonism as we walked through the foyer. The smell of sex ran rapid though the air.

  I felt like I had just stepped into Sodom and Gomorrah. There were people snorting cocaine off the tables, and it was obvious that drugs ran swiftly through the mansion. There were half naked people everywhere, some having sex, and others looking like they were about to. Others wore masks and just observed their surroundings.

  I held onto Brooke’s hand firmer, and she squeezed back in reassurance. She led me to another room where women were dancing on poles, but it wasn’t dirty like a strip club, it was classy, sophisticated, and elegant in every way; I had never seen anything like it. The women were flawless, and the men were just as good looking. It was an exclusive club, for beautiful people.

  We went into another room where people were dancing, some of the women were naked, as they provocatively danced for the partner by them. Women dancing on women, with men in the middle; it was one big free for all. I would be lying if I said my cock wasn’t hard from the sights in front of me.

  Brooke found a couch in the corner, away from the immediate attention. I sat down, and she placed herself in my lap. Drinks were brought to us immediately, and I started to feel more comfortable, and less anxious. She provokingly danced on my cock, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. I tried not to touch her even though I knew it would be more than okay, if I fucked her in front of the entire room.

  I didn’t know how long we were there, just enjoying the atmosphere and everything it had to offer. This woman caught my attention from the corner of my eye, and Brooke noticed it immediately.

  She lay back on my chest, pushing me to the back of the couch. She turned to speak into my neck, not stopping the swaying of her hips on my cock. “Do you like her?”

  I looked at her with wide eyes, not understanding the question. “What?”

  “Do you want her?” she added, not missing a beat.

  “Brooke, I want you,” I replied honestly.

  She beamed and licked her lips. “I want you, too.” She peeked up, looking toward the direction of the girl; she was staring straight at us. “But I also want her,” she murmured.

  Fuck me…

  “Do you want to play?” she goaded in that familiar tone, she had spoken in all night. “It’s okay, Devon, you can say yes. I want you to.”

  I didn’t know what to say, I was in shock that this was even happening. Brooke sensed my apprehension and grabbed my hand; standing me up and having me follow behind her. We made our way into a bedroom that had a mirror on the ceiling, and one as a headboard. I felt like I had just stepped into Hugh Hefner’s bedroom. She pushed me down to sit on the couch, and I looked up at her adoringly; she looked down at me salaciously. She pecked my lips, before stepping towards the bed that was displayed in the middle of the room.

  She grabbed the straps of her dress and it slowly fell down her body, hugging each curve on its way down. She stood there for a few seconds and then sat on the bed, making sure to spread her legs, so I could see her perfect, pink pussy through her crotch less, black panties.

  The door shutting, and the clicking of heels, turned my attention to the noise coming from where we just arrived. The girl that was staring at us before stood there with her back against the door. She was looking straight at Brooke and then at me.

  My cock jolted and sprang up high, aching. My mouth went completely dry and parted slightly. I watched with fascinated eyes, as she removed her dress. It pooled at her heels, leaving her in nothing but a bra, panties, and fuck me heels; exactly how Brooke was dressed. She was fucking gorgeous, completely opposite of Brooke. She looked like she could be Latin. Her tan skin, dark eyes, dark hair, and big pouty lips made my dick jump. My mind immediately went to what they would feel like around my cock.

  I felt ashamed and turned on. Two contrasting ends of the spectrum, but that’s the only way I could explain it. I looked back at Brooke, who was watching me like a fucking hawk, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do or allowed to do. I had no fucking clue what was going on. I didn’t want to disrespect her by asking, so I just sat patiently waiting for her next move. Brooke looked back at the girl that was standing there, eagerly waiting by the door, and made a come here gesture with her finger.

  The girl grinned and strolled over, each step precise and calculated. I couldn’t help, but watch the way her deliciously, plump ass moved, and her ample tits bounced with each stride. Brooke was still sitting on the bed and the girl stopped when she stood in front her; right between her legs. Brooke scooted back on the bed, placing herself on her knees. They were now the same height, wit
h Brooke behind her.

  “You see that guy over there?” Brooke announced, nodding over toward me. “His name is Devon. Why don’t you tell him your name?” she asked, looking deep into her eyes.

  The girl turned and peeked up at me. “Marina,” she revealed with a slight Spanish accent.

  “Marina,” Brooke coaxed, making her turn back to face her. “Devon is a really nice guy, and he’s probably over there thinking that he shouldn’t be hard at the sight of you. But it’s okay, because you made me wet the second you stepped into the room,” she said, looking over at me. “I told you that tonight I am a VIP, Devon, and I meant it, so right now you could consider yourself a client. With every client we always, always, make sure that they get a show,” she paused. “Now… I’ll ask you again. Do you want to play? Because if you do… I guaran-fucking-tee you that you will have the time of your life.”

  I rubbed my finger back and forth against my lips, which were suddenly dry. “What are the rules?” I blurted before thinking.

  “There are none,” I informed, making his eyes widen and his jaw drop.

  I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on, with how loyal he was being. It was admirable and fucking adorable to witness.

  He cleared his throat. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Once we cross this line, there’s no going back, Brooke,” he cautioned as if I didn’t already know.

  I took a deep, exaggerated breath and pulled Marina onto the bed; she came effortlessly. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. We were both on our knees in the middle of the mattress; I slowly slid the strap of her bra down her arm and then the other. I grazed my finger along her cleavage, making sure to stop right above her nipple; never taking my eyes off of her. I walked my fingers to the clasp at her back and undid it. It immediately fell onto the bed and her big, perky breasts bounced free.

  She took my lead and proceeded to do the same thing to me. I moved her hair from her face, and roughly pulled it back at the nook of her neck. My face now hovered above hers. I leaned forward, and kissed and licked along her jawline, making my way down her neck. Her skin was soft and smooth, and she smelled like lavender and lilac. Once I got to her breasts, I slowly blew on her nipples, making them hard pebbles, before taking the tip of my tongue and licking back and forth.