Sarah handed me a shot of red liquid. “Drink up.”
“What is it?”
“Doesn't matter—drink!”
We tipped our drinks back at the same time and slammed our shot glasses on the bar. I giggled as the liquid tingled in my throat and settled in my belly, loosening up my muscles a little bit in order to stand my ground in the club. I noticed two men on the other side of the floor. I thought I saw one of them point to us, but I couldn't see their faces. The laser lights above the dance floor cut through the air and made it near impossible to recognize much more than a limb or torso.
I pushed it out of my mind. Besides, that meant the dress was working. Maybe I could loosen up enough to flirt. I had a celebration in mind, and that required a little bit of attention. As Sarah and I got deeper into our drinks, I took her hand and led her out to the floor. The music was pumping through me faster than I could have imagined, taking me to new heights and inspiring me to swing my hips.
As Sarah wrapped her arm around my shoulder, she leaned back and wiggled her shoulders. I giggled with her, getting lost in the sensation of being close to my best friend. She raised her arms up, and I circled her hips with my hands, hugging her gently as we swayed together. It was then I felt a touch—the slightest brush against my neck just above my shoulder—and flipped around to see who it was.
No one was there.
I swallowed hard and turned back around to continue dancing. Sarah could tell I was nervous. It was probably all over my face.
She leaned in close to my ear and shouted, “What's up?”
“I don't know. I think someone touched me.”
Really, I didn't know. I think maybe I had drunk a little too fast.
“Do you want to go to the back? Wind down?” she offered.
“What's in the back?”
With a wide grin, she took my hand and began leading me towards the back of the club near the speakers. Well, so much for winding down—this wasn't really the spot for that, was it? As we approached the dark corner, the shadows broke apart, and I noticed a bodyguard standing in front of a crimson door. It stood out strikingly against the black wall, seeming to be a bright beacon into God-knew-where.
Sarah held up her wrist. A small, black tattoo sat just underneath her palm. It was a shape I didn't recognize, but it sort of resembled the infinity symbol. When he ushered us inside, the music cut off immediately. It was dead quiet.
And I was nervous.
A slew of whispers and low moans came from down the corridor. Everything was painted red—the walls, the curtains separating other adjoining rooms, and even the floors. It was shiny like leather or PVC, twinkling in the dim light from the false torches lining the walls.
I swung around and held her wrist, studying the tattoo. “What the hell is this place?”
“Your salvation.”
“Don't tell me you joined a cult while I was in Alabama.”
She side-eyed me. “Never in a million years.”
I gulped and gripped her hand, raising my eyes to hers. “Sarah?”
“Don't worry—you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Just pick someone and tug them aside.”
“But...you know...”
She smiled assuredly and placed her hands on my shoulders. “Nothing goes here unless you say so. A little heavy petting can go a long way. Besides, you'll need to snap that virgin status eventually.”
“Just not tonight.”
“And that's fine—no pressure. But you said someone touched you—he probably brushed you very quickly and then moved back here. That means he's interested.”
“This place gets more and more confusing the more I live here.”
She grinned. “It'll be fun. I swear.”
“Do I have to get ink?”
She giggled and rubbed her finger against it. “Temporary tattoo, babe. No need to commit too hard with this place.”
With that, she started walking down the crimson hall. I reluctantly followed and held my arms together, trying to hold myself in place. We came upon another door—this one painted obsidian black—, and she gestured to the pile of lace masks sitting next to it. "Anonymity for your thoughts?"
I took one and slipped it on, hoping I wouldn't be recognized by anyone in town. It wasn't like I had made much of an impression here yet, but I wanted to keep it simple just in case the man who hired me caught wind of this wild excursion. It was completely unlike me; totally out of bounds.
And even though I felt nervous, I was starting to kind of like it.
Beyond the door was a grand room. It almost looked like a dungeon. Everyone spoke in hushed voices crouched over couches or were lip-locked in a tongue battle. I couldn't help the tingle of arousal that rose in my gut. I could feel every touch, every heated whisper, and every desirous look. Overwhelmed, I sank into a corner as Sarah took off, joining a couple on the other side of the room.
I took a few slow steps backward and finally landed in the shadows only to collide with someone already occupying the corner. “God—I'm so sorry.”
“Don't worry about it. I was waiting for you.”
I swallowed hard. “Me?”
He hummed. I could feel his hands smoothing over the fabric covering my hips. He kept his hands on my dress, on the areas most sensitive around my stomach, but he never sank lower. Though it felt oddly soothing, I felt the twitch of panic in my chest.
“Sorry, I just--”
“I can help you relax. You feel tense.”
“I'm not used to this.”
He chuckled. “That's okay. Come with me.”
The wall opened up—how many doors did this place have? He led me into a candlelit room where another man was sitting in a chair. As the door creakily closed behind us, I stared at the two of them. They both wore masks.
Well, it looked like anonymity could work.
I timidly stood near the door.
“Just lay down. We'll help you,” said the one who had led me inside.
Although I couldn't see his features, I was struck by his eyes, by the familiarity I felt looking into those pools of emerald green. They were strikingly bright in the light of the flames, reflecting each lit candle in the room all at once, it seemed. I obeyed without much opposition, a strange reaction to these new surroundings.
I laid on my back, but the shorter one turned me over. They ran their hands over my dress and massaged my shoulders, my neck, and my lower back. I sank into the bed and moaned low, feeling the stress slip away rather quickly. They never once sank beneath my clothes. I was shocked by this notion. Most men were quite happy to sneak underneath to try to cop a feel, but these two men were highly respectful—and I hadn't even told them my boundaries yet.
How did they know?
“Were you the one who tapped me?” I inquired.
I couldn't see them. I had my cheek pressed to the satin sheets, and I was staring at one of the candles across the room, enraptured by the flame dancing frantically. Though I was calm, I was still curious.
I needed to know.
The taller one came into view—the green-eyed cutie. He was wearing a handsome smile, a sweet one. It was the sort of grin that melted away all of my worries and made me feel safe.
How the hell was he doing that?
“Yes, that was me, little one,” he replied.
“Why?”
“Because you're beautiful.”
“You don't need to wear that mask,” the other one added. “But if you want to keep it on, that's fine.”
“I don't understand,” I whispered.
The green-eyed man stroked my cheek. “What don't you understand?”
“Why are you touching me like that?”
He paused for a moment, a look of desire flickering over his eyes as he glanced down my body. “You set the pace, darling.”
“Me?”
He nodded. “Nothing goes unless you say so.”
“Actually, I...”
He knelt closer, his lip
s drawing dangerously close to mine. “Yes...?”
I slowly opened my mouth, my tongue dancing behind my lips as I tried to muster up the courage to say what I wanted to say. I did want more. I felt my skin crawl with desire as the other continued massaging my back. His hands were strong, determined, and receptive to me...I wanted to see what else they could do.
But how the hell do I ask?
Chapter 5
Elijah
She was trying to tell us something.
I was shocked when I saw her near the bar, standing out from the others even though she was wearing something sexy just like everyone else. She was stunning; a true vision of a Goddess if I ever saw one.
And it made me hungry.
I suggested to Arthur that we lure her to the back. I had agreed that we wouldn't try to push anything on her, but if I could just have a taste of her, then maybe my cock would quit bugging me to convince her that fucking was a good idea. Just like I had said earlier in the day, we had to be careful. But at least we could have a small taste of her before she came to work for us.
While she was laid out on the bed, I couldn't help admiring her body. I tried to keep my eyes on hers, but God—her legs were impeccable. Her ass was small, taut, and absolutely perfect for smacking if I could convince her that such a thing was a great idea. As I looked back at her lips, they parted to speak.
She was trying—oh, she was really trying to say it, and it finally burst forth in the most gentle whisper I had ever heard: “Touch me…?”
It was such a soft request, yet one I was happy to oblige. Without a word, I stopped Arthur from working on her lower back and directed his hands up to her shoulders. He rubbed there as I sank down the length of her short dress, pausing just at the hem that sat right below her ass. I glanced at her, waiting.
She nodded.
As I peeled up her dress, she shuddered. I knew she was untouched—or at the very least free from penetration. That meant her level of arousal was likely shooting through the roof. I didn't mind her reaction to my hands. In fact, I found it quite endearing. I ran my fingers over the small curve of her ass and sank down between her thighs, softly rubbing the skin there in long, gentle strokes.
She hissed.
I glanced down to find her eyes squeezed shut in a near-painful expression. She could hardly handle a slight touch—that was hot. I bit my lower lip and glanced back at her bottom, focusing on following the curve of it up to the hem of her dress that was sitting up against her lower back. I traced every area I could possibly think that would potentially cause her to moan...and each touch just made her sink further into the mattress.
She was shivering now. Every inch of her had sprouted goosebumps, further inviting me to touch into the more forbidden areas. God, I couldn't resist her. How could I? This was too much; too enticing. My cock was already poking a tent in my pants and throbbing against the fabric, begging to be touched.
I groaned and leaned over to taste her skin, unfurling my tongue to trace over her ass.
She shuddered and gasped while shooting her head up from the bed. “Fuck.”
“Too much?” I whispered breathlessly. I had her ass between my hands, waiting patiently—albeit painfully—for her to give me consent. “I can stop.”
“Don't stop,” she gasped. She nodded towards Arthur who was working on her neck and upper back. “Please, keep going.”
I smiled and went back to kissing her bottom, coating each visible inch with my mouth. Every kiss elicited a soft moan from her, the sound rolling from her lips sensuously and causing my cock to throb even harder. I reached in between her ass and stroked her purple thong, searching for her point of pleasure to get an idea of what she could handle.
She shot up again.
“Maybe I should stop,” I suggested.
“No, please...” She flipped over on the bed and glanced up at me through her lace mask. “Please, just keep going. I want to try some petting.”
Those blue eyes were pleading me to continue. How could I deny her pleasure when she was laying here begging for it? I simply couldn't say no. That would make me a devil.
I glanced at Arthur who nodded. As he went to work massaging her chest, I sunk below the hem of her dress and found the front of her thong soaked with juice. Mouth agape, I rubbed my finger over the protrusion of her clit, stroking it slowly as I listened to her soft moans. Her legs stretched, extending over the edge of the bed as she pointed her toes. I applied more pressure against her clit and became hypnotized by how much more fluid was gushing out of her.
I was practically drooling as I tugged on her thong, pulling it down to expose her partially shaved pussy lips. She had a small section of hair just above her clit, perfectly trimmed down to expose her pussy entrance and lips to me. I half-assumed that she had anticipated our arrival and had done this on purpose, but she couldn't have possibly known. Still, it made me hot just thinking about it.
As much as I wanted to ravish her insides with my fingers, I did my best to take it achingly slow. I tugged her thong upwards and pressed the cloth against her clit, gently applying more pressure as I pulled on the band. She responded delightfully well to this sensation and released a long bay that was cut short. Arthur was kissing her. I could hear their lips smacking together.
Fuck, this wasn't helping.
I kept my pace steady. When I pulled her thong aside, I revealed her pink pussy lips and carefully parted them to peek inside. She was perfect—an absolute Goddess. This pussy was pure, practically untouched by men. I could only venture to guess that she might have explored before, but by her reactions, it wasn't much at all. As I glanced back at her, I found that her lips were occupied still with Arthur's.
I grinned. “Can I?”
She pulled away from Arthur to nod excitedly, appearing drunk on lust. I turned with a desirous sigh and lightly touched her clit, just barely, just enough to make her shiver. I hissed while admiring the way her pussy lips twitched under my touch. I traced a circle around her clit and traveled down and around her lips, outlining them with my finger. She parted her legs wider to allow me more space as liquid trickled out of her entrance.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“I wish we could,” Arthur commented.
“Not yet,” she whimpered. “Just touch me.”
So, it was a possibility. I wondered what would get her to that point as I continued my hypnotic motions, smoothing my fingers down to her pussy opening and barely poking inside. I just wanted to taunt and tease, not penetrate. Although I wanted very much to be inside her, I just wanted her to ache as much as I did; to feel the tension between us.
We were electric, the three of us. There was energy flowing enigmatically between our bodies at the points where we were attached. Overwhelmed by the feeling, I unbuckled my belt and let my pants slither down my thighs slightly. I glanced at her again. She was caught up in Arthur rubbing her breasts, in him gently nudging down her sparkling purple dress in order to reveal them to us. They were absolutely perfect: two pear-shaped beauties that were perky and ready for tasting.
But I was too mesmerized by her pussy. I didn't want to stop to touch her nipples. I hadn't been this overwhelmed in years, not since my college days when I first began the art of pleasing women. Belle wasn't difficult to satisfy, but definitely hard to resist as I slipped my briefs down to reveal my hard cock.
I felt her hand brush against my inner thigh. Shivering, I leaned closer to her pussy and breathed slowly over her pussy lips, causing her legs to shake with every breath I delivered. Her hand moved from my thigh up towards my cock, gently touching my balls before moving to my shaft. I could feel her hesitation as well as her curious excitement. I felt it in the way her pussy lips twitched when I parted them wider.
As she reluctantly cupped my cock, I stroked her clit with my lower lip. No objection from her. She gripped my cock as I returned to her pleasure point, brushing a little harder against it with my lips. A muffled whimper erupted from her, causi
ng my ears to perk up. I could only imagine what Arthur was doing to her nipples. It was likely a pleasure she had never felt in her life; an arousal that would leave her wanting more.
Good—I hope she wants more.
I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and gently nudged her clit, pushing against it rhythmically. She was stroking my cock now, causing my shaft to tingle with the desire for more. Fluid leaked from the tip of my cock and she ran her fingers over it. The liquid caused her hand to stroke faster, to slip easily up and down my cock.
I licked down to encompass her lips and entrance, feeling her body tense when I poked my tongue inside her pussy. I rubbed her clit in feathery strokes while keeping her pussy lips parted to coax more fluid out of her entrance. I could taste her on my lips, that sweet and delicious nectar coating my mouth as I kept licking. When her pussy lips twitched again, I turned my lips completely to her clit and devoured it, sucking it hungrily into my mouth.
She bucked hard.
That's it—I've got her.
Chapter 6
Arthur
Fuck, what a coincidence.
Belle was here at the same club that was our stomping ground, our usual stop before going too much fancier places. Here, at least, we could just be two normal gentlemen enjoying drinks and flirting with the local hotties. But when I saw her, there was no doubt in my mind that tonight would be the night I could try her out—even if it was for a few minutes.
But, to my relief, we got much more than that.
Once, Elijah, had her spread out on the bed, we went to work rubbing her into submission, into a state of vulnerability. I didn't mind the slow process. I loved how her muscles relaxed under my hands, allowing me to dissolve the stress she undoubtedly carried. I felt sorry about our blind date and even wanted to say so, but I knew better.
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