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Short story by Erika B Michaels

Authors Note:

This is a slightly unusual story- and it is rated NC-17 - so you know the drill. Do not read if sexual subject matters offend you.

The story is a short-story but I envision it as part of a series possibly, Titled X-Chronicles (subject to change). 

This is pure fantasy...enter at your own risk.

And have fun! 

“You are not serious!”

I held the little matchbox thingy in my hand, admiring the golden sleeve with the raised, shiny black letters. Very simple, very intriguing: XXX  – Nothing else.

“No, I mean, yes; you keep messing ‘round, and you talk a good game, Mike, but I wanna see you put some actions behind that big mouth.”

“Shiiiiit….” I started laughing again, throwing the small objects back at David who I was hanging out with at my condo- indulging in a little bit of wine.  Well, I was- David was hitting Long Island Ice Teas- plural.  He had brought over a huge Tupper ware pitcher, knowing I usually did not stock the hard stuff.  Also, he was smoking weed, and I had to open the window for the hundredth time, desperately avoiding getting high from second hand exposure.

 “I ain’t gotta prove shit to you. And you better believe I can back up what I say. Triple X rated or more, brother…”

“Stop it, man. You can’t throw my present back at me like that. I might take offense…”

“I don’t smoke, David- you do enough of that.  So, what am I gonna do with those matches? Set your silly ass on fire?”

“No- you gotta come with me and check this out, man! I told you- I wanna see how bad you are Jackson.  You and all that talk… So, Imma gonna take you to this place I found.  And you ain’t seen nothing like it. Anywhere. This will put you on your skinny ass.”

“I seriously doubt there is anything out there I ain’t seen, D.  And you know I’m not going into clubs like that.”

Not that I wasn’t into it, really.  It was more like that it was annoying as shit to go in and hear nothing but my own music as soon as I was spotted. Then- I was expected to perform and before I could sit down and chill, an innocent trip to a place where others could kick back and relax, became another show venue.  Plus- it was never like I could simply be myself and have fun.  I was under the invisible, but omnipresent microscope. 

Would the Golden Boy finally fold and show us what he’s really hiding?  Would he drink? Would he pick up some groupies?  What’s his preference:  Boys, girls, …sheep…what?  ‘Cause, as I was starting to learn, my audience was tiring of what they were offered.  Gladiators were not enough- bring in the lions! They wanted all of me- they wanted to slice me open and dissect every aspect.  All in the interest of humanity, of course.  Well, the alien was tired of cooperating.  The wind-up toy no longer enjoyed the endless circles and wanted to just puke at the gawkers some days. Exorcist style, too!

“Well, Mike- this is not just any club.  First, it’s hard as shit to get in…”

I had to laugh again. Really? David was so cute.  Hard as shit for him was probably one little phone call from my people.  There weren’t any places left where my name didn’t magically open the gates. Oh, the keepers of the castles didn’t always like to have the black boy stroll among them- but my money and fame didn’t give them a choice. As long as they whored themselves out to the gods on the dollar bills their ass was mine.

“Look. I really appreciate it…but you know I ain’t in the mood. Remember?”

Had he not been listening?  I had just spent the last two hours ranting and raging against the woman who once again thought she could take me off her shelf, dust me off, take me out, play a bit, take another bite of my heart, then throw me into a corner to collect dust once more.  Only, it wasn’t gonna happen this time.  I was tired of her shit.  And I was not gonna play along. 

She had called last night, asking if I would want to take her out to dinner.  Wasn’t she married?  I couldn’t keep up.  Of course, deep down I knew the answer, but I had taught myself not to care. Not anymore.

“Michael- come on! It would be so amazing.  Q is also going to come and it will be simply spectacular to hang out again.  Just like the old days…” she cooed.

Oh, yeah. The old days.  Kissing in the limo, her hand pulling out my dick- her laughter in my ear… Before we arrived and she’d either parade me around or ignored me if someone with more promise to serve her purpose crossed her path.  Making me run and hide- cry my eyes out, wonder why I was never enough for her to love.  God- what I didn’t want to give her.  What I hadn’t  given her already.  She had my heart, my soul, my desires, my visions of my future.  I wanted to marry her, spend my life with her.  Talk about crossed wires:  All she wanted was to brag about “discovering” me, bask in my rising popularity and fame, suck me dry, and leave me for dead.  The saddest thing was  I don’t even think there was evil intent. As much as her narcissistic heart allowed, she did care for me. She didn’t mean to hurt me.  She just had to have me- because she could.  How had she not seen the scope of my love for her?

“You haven’t called in what- a year?  Why now?”

Her saccharine, artificial laughter needed to come with a health warning. God- I hated her so much. And I would probably love her until the day I died.  That seed had been planted too early to ever be totally removed. 

“I miss you, that’s all. Sugar, you’re amazing! You’re all over- I can’t seem to get away from your amazing, handsome, sexy pictures, your music, your name.  And Michael, I like to see that new edge to you…that sexy swagger…come on…you know you wanna…catch up…”

The high voice dipped low- and images of her on her knees almost toppled my resolve.  Desire and nausea hit at the same time.  Oh no! I was sure as shit not gonna go there. This wasn’t about her missing me.  It was clear she wanted to be seen.  To be noticed.  And I was that vehicle to supply that notoriety and spotlight.  Yes, I indeed was “all over the place.”  I was home for a short break from the tour before the European leg started and obviously, Miss Ross needed to be in the limelight.  So, why not attach herself to me?  After all, she knew, I’d come running like a fucking obedient puppy. Tail wagging and at attention.

“Well, ah…sure…how ‘bout I give you the number of my secretary and your people can figure out with my people when to pick you up and all that.”

That way, I could not show and avoid conflict with her.  Plus, that would piss her off enough to not call me again for a while. Perfect plan.

“You sound so cold, Michael.  You make it sound like it’s a business arrangement.”

Yeah, I wonder, why.

“Unless you call ‘cause it’s my birthday coming up, I think that’s exactly what it is.”

Of course, my birthday wasn’t till much later in the year- when I would be safe and sound in Europe, keeping my candle out of blowing distance.

“Oh, that’s right- it is your birthday. And you finally celebrate them, I hear. Well, we shall see if you have been a good boy and maybe you earned a little present.  And we see if we can’t spice up this ‘business’ and make it a bit more personal, hm?  I still know all your secrets, my love…”

I could imagine her winking at me, and me dropping everything- including my pants in record time.  No- this had to stop.  I was sick and tired of this shit.  And of being at her beckon-call.  I was not her little boy-toy anymore.  Plus, she either had lost track of time or had no earthly clue when my birthday was.

“Mike!”

Reflex had me reach out and catch the matches thrown back at me.  Once again, I caressed the shiny material.  Maybe David was right. Maybe it was time to branch out.  Only- this could really come back to bite me in the ass.  It was dangerous…risky.  And sadly, that made it more attractive.  Still, I was sure as shit not going to go to some freaky place and get it on with some dirty little hookers.  That wasn’t going to make me feel any better.  I’d been around that kind of stuff from way too early on.  And if anything, all that did was get me interested in the psychology of women who lowered themselves like that.  I liked to talk to them to hear what made them tick.  And while getting it on with strangers seemed hot and freaky when watching porn, it was not something I liked in real life.  Too many issues tied up in that for me. And not enough trust in the world.  But it all might be cool for research- I might get all kinds of vibes for new songs…dark and dangerous. Just like I liked them. 

“I know you were thinking about her again- I can read your face like a book!  Dang, that woman did a number on you! So- why don’t you try something …totally off the wall, man?”

David made me laugh, as usual. He was so weird- in a good way.  But man….this?  And just to not think about Diana?  Seemed a bit extreme.

“So, before I accept this ‘present’- how can I be sure no one will know, like you promised?  Plus, I ain’t gonna do some chick just for the fun of it- you know I don’t roll like that, D.”

“But that’s the beauty of it, man! First- you ain’t gonna be the only celebrity there.  This is where people like you go when they wanna just be left alone.  No one’s gonna play your music as soon as your big toe hits the door, no one’s gonna trip over you for autographs, no one’s gonna care.  Everyone there just wants to be left alone.  Live and let live…you know?”

Sounded like heaven.  Utopian.  And utterly impossible.

Only, what if it wasn’t?  How perfect would that be?  Was there really a possibility I might be able to indulge in some of his wildest fantasies- with a safety net? 

“So, I’ll go there, and I see like Mick Jagger and Jane Fonda and Co just getting their freak on? And what? It’s one big celebrity orgy?  Sounds…gross…”  I made a face.

David rolled his eyes and poured himself another drink. 

“You got some food, Mike?  Something not organic and healthy? Getting hungry here… Anyway….no, nothing like that. It is very private.  You get what you want, man. You like a crowd- you get a crowd. You wanna just play with one special lady…you do that.  You wanna play with two…go for it.  It’s so simple. You’re always overthinking everything.”

Which has kept me free of disease and my sex life out of the limelight.  Why mess with any of that?

Getting up, I threw a bag each of Cheezits and Potato Chips at my friends who now obviously had the munchies.  Another reason I didn’t smoke weed.  It was bad for my waistline.  Plus, I liked to stay lucid and in charge of my actions as much as possible.  It was a control freak thing, really. However, another glass of wine would help considering this so called ‘present’ David had presented me with in more detail.

“Nope. I just don’t like hookers.  They are sad.  I mean- to have to do …that…to degrade yourself for money, just for someone else’s pleasure…”

As I said the words I started to wonder how much of a prostitute I had become… Or was it more that I was made into one from the start.  Yes, Father had worked hard to make our dreams come true…but didn’t we also perform for others for money?  Had them mold us?  Try to control us? 

No, I had broken away from all that, hadn’t I? 

I pushed the thoughts about alliances I had formed to keep me where I wanted to be to the side.  It was all on my terms.  I was in charge.  I was breaking one record after the other and I wasn’t done.  They thought they could control me…they tried to strike back at me. But I was stronger.  And smarter.  And I would have it all.  All I had to do was make them believe I was the good little puppet a little while longer. 

So, why not?  Why should I not break out of my mold for once and try something daring?  Something no one would expect Michael Jackson to do.  Something that ran more along the lines of satisfying deep cravings hidden in darker places only Mike and a select few knew about…

“No, Mike, it ain’t just hookers there.  I told you some very high profile people come to play there.  Voluntarily- with others who are there for the same reason.  This place has built a global reputation.  I hear even their employed ‘ladies’- and ‘gentlemen’ have a choice. No one is just served up, so to say.  And they are very well taken care of…healthy, and it’s very confidential.”

“I just don’t get it…play how?  And if everyone is so famous…don’t you think people talk, once they recognize someone?  Like: OH MY GOD,”  I used my best imitation of some white high-society girl, “Did you SEE how Paul Newman ate that girl’s pussy? I sure wish it was me!”

We both cracked up and I felt I was getting the hick-ups from all this silly business.

“Masks, dude….masks…”

I giggled again.  And filled my glass one more time as the idea became more and more tantalizing.

“Yeah,no one would suspect me to wear a mask.  Very unusual.”

“Michael!” David threw a pillow at me, and I ducked, laughing.

“Not surgical masks, dude! Even though, hey, if you do your normal thing where you really don’t want to be incognito, go right ahead.  Also, you could do something totally off the beaten path and not wear a red shirt, a glove, fedora, or an arsenal of buckles and belts….”

“Hey! I never wear all that at once! I got more style than that! You wound me!”

“Seriously- so the patrons there wear masks if they want to…and they let it be known if they want to buy their pleasure or if they wanna interact with others who are there to ‘play’  …and to not know who they are playing with.”

“Sounds kinda gross…”

And yet, even as I said it, I felt thrills shoot through me, getting me all kinds of interested.  How would that feel? To have the freedom to simply let loose?  A willing participant- someone who didn’t know they were getting it on with Michael Jackson…Someone who was there for her own reasons…seeking her own pleasure, hiding her own face.  Without some silly pretense- freedom granted from anonymity.  Freedom from guilt, from stifling fear to be betrayed, from everything I knew.  A trip to another planet… No worries about what someone would think of my body, my markings…not having to care who knew or what their judgment was.  A sexual vacuum- far removed from my usual reality and fears. 

“Hey- all I’m sayin’ is come and check it out.  You talk about all that game you got and ‘bout all those things you wanna do like you’re the player with the most swag.  So, now, I gave you the chance to step out of your comfort zone and to go take that walk on the wild side…and you’re gonna chicken out, aint’ ch’a?”

Was that a dare?  Oh, David should know better! Plus, I had probably seen and done more than he could ever imagine.  And the thing with me was I didn’t necessarily have to do the things that got me off in a sexual way.  For me, the mind was the most powerful erogenous zone.  My imagination could take me places others could not comprehend.  This was part of my curse: reality often sadly lacked behind the thrills and fireworks supplied by my phantasies.

But hey, on the other hand, if it everything was really as confidential as David said, what could it hurt?  I was beyond the stage in my life where I could be coerced or shamed into actions I did not want to set.  I was in charge.  If I didn’t want to do something- I didn’t.  Simple as that.  The one exception was Diana- for some reason I kept flying into that flame anytime she lit it.  Some weird sort of autopilot or brain washing.  Here lately, though,  the physical part didn’t feel as thrilling as it had in the past.  Of course, it had been a while since I had actually given in last time.  I had sworn off that drug a while ago- and had tried to just simply do without sex altogether.  The guilt, the pain, the agony- they were simply not worth the short trip into pleasure.  Me, myself, and I- oh, and my hand- those were my best sexual partners right now.

Funny enough, my wet dreams about Dianay had almost stopped.  And just the other day I had noticed that I no longer saw her brown eyes when I pleasured myself.  No- I had recently switched to a pair of blue eyes I hadn’t thought about in a very long time.  When I saw her picture in a magazine, my innocent dreams of long ago had returned- with a naughty twist as I shot my load across my stomach.

In another life-time, I had told my brothers I would marry that girl.  Then life had taken me along a totally different path.  Funny, how you forget that people also grow up- and when I saw her picture I was stunned by the natural beauty she had become.  So different than the Hollywood crowd I hang with these days.  So different from the styled beauty queens I liked to think about banging.

Dang! Maybe I should have stuck with my original thoughts.  Last I had tried to contact her through her mother I had been shot down, though.  What a bitch Priscilla had been about it, too. She acted as if I wanted to eat her daughter alive.  Well, back then, Lisa Marie had been, what…sixteen?  I simply wanted to catch up with her, which was all.  It was really all pure and sweet.  No sexual intent at all.  But man, seeing her in that magazine the other day, my ideas of what I wanted to do to her shifted slightly. And yes, oral pleasures might be involved, so maybe her high-strung mother should worry about me now.  How funny would it be to imagine how horrified Mrs. Presley would be about this boy giving it to her lily white little girl.  That witch hadn’t even tried to hide her ignorant prejudice.  Too bad for her those days were over: I had my pick of women and I was not going to let some stuck of antiquated racial barrier fuck with my mind.

My cock grew and I shifted in my seat.  Between Diana trying to take me out for another fuck down memory lane and my less than pure thoughts about the little Princess of Graceland, maybe David’s little triple X rated place was what the doctor ordered.  What could checking it out hurt?  And who knew?  Maybe, just maybe the little dirty monster was going to be allowed to come out to play?

XXXXXXX

“Oh, my Gosh!  Holy…!”

Laughing, I sank back into the seat of my limo… And here I thought I had seen it all.  Shit!

David was sitting opposite of me, pouring a drink.  He looked like a cat that just ate a delicious mouse. Well, I am not sure what or whom he ate in the past couple of hours, as I explored the place for myself after he initially had given me the grand tour. 

“Told you, Mike! I done told you! Don’t you ever doubt me again, man! How freaky is that place?”

Shit! David was right. And man- how did a dweeby little Jewish kid find a place like that?  I had seriously underestimated his potential seemed like.  Wow.  Of course, it was also not likely to see a devout Jehova’s Witness there…even it was it ex-Witness by now.

I mean, I had read about places like this before, of course.  But to be there…to see the stuff going on there…. Man! Part of me was sort of surprised we were not either turned into salt columns or struck by lightning when we left this little high end Sodom and Gomorrah behind.  Better not to turn around- just in case…

“Wine, Mike? Or something stronger?”

“I take something stronger… I still can’t get over it…man…I mean….wow…what the…?” 

I started to giggle thinking about all the craziness I had seen.  I had not indulged in any alcohol while wandering the dark velvet halls of sin.  When David picked me up tonight, I had told him, I was just going to check it out.  I needed to be in total control of my senses and I needed to be able to decide if I wanted to leave.  We had a driver on stand-by the entire time, just in case.  But once I got over the embarrassment factor, leaving was the last thing on my mind. 

David had been right.  It was all very discreet, very classy.  We both opted to wear dark domino masks, dark slacks, dark coats… I wore a dark burgundy shirt and a black tie, while David sported some weird little bow-tie thingy.  I had teased him all the way over here.  My hair was tied back, and I hoped I looked very nondescript.  The longer I wore the mask, the less I worried about being recognized.  No one seemed to pay us any attention, at any rate.  Not that way, anyway…. Oh, there were ladies – and guys- checking me out, but it wasn’t with that celebrity hungry glint I was used to.  It was all on a much baser level.  I was just a guy in a classy suit…wandering around.  On the prowl.  Predator or prey… It was all open to interpretation.

The owner, a gorgeous lady with the most beautiful chocolate colored skin and dreamy, huge black eyes, Madame X as she presented herself, met us, and David introduced me as his dear friend.  No name were given or seemed required.  She offered us drinks and I stuck to Perrier- while David immediately went for more high- test fare.   Madame X gave us a little tour.  The upper salons all resembled very classy, dark bars with tables discreetly hidden from view by seductive lighting and ingeniously placed curtains and screens.  I detected amazing fabrics and the most stunning, colorful tapestries and drawings I had ever seen outside European and Asian palaces.  Different styles of music permeated each room, and we spotted couples dancing, floating in their own worlds. 

Madame X also informed us there were several private room on the levels upstairs, and she asked David if he would mind giving me the rest of the tour as she indicated she wanted to ensure I was comfortable to explore as much or as little as I desired.  Briefly, I wondered if she knew who I was.  Of course, she seemed to be a very smart, very accomplished business woman who had to be well aware who she admitted into her paradise and who had to be kept out.

David gave me a tour taking me all over the place- and I teased him about being seemingly so much in the know about the place.  As we left a bar, I watched this gorgeous little brunette make her way up the stairs to the guest rooms.  Her shoes caught my attention- red- with scandalous heels I could imagine as the only adornment on the nice calves and muscular thighs I spotted as her dress caressed her skin.  And her ass looked amazing.  I was staring like a silly school boy.  David giggled and jabbed me with his elbow. 

 “See something you like already, Mikey?”

I snapped back to reality.

“Wow, baby got back! Man, I could watch her climb those stairs all day long.”

“Interesting taste, my man…very interesting.  Kinda appropriate….”

“Oh, stop fronting, you act like you know who she is- and I bet you got no clue. Big mouth.”

“You never know, Mike, you never know what or who I know.  So, let me know if you see some goods you like, and I can hook you up my man.  This is all for you, my friend!”

For some reason, I didn’t like him referring to the girl as “goods,”…not sure why I cared.  And no, I was not going to follow the first piece of skirt I saw.  I wanted to look around first.

“Whatever…so anyway.  You wanna tell me how you seem like this is your home away from home? I knew you were tricky- but man, you’re like a closet freak!”

We both laughed and David led me to the elevators.  Damn- part of me had hoped to be able to follow the little beauty with the fuck-me heels. 

“Well, you know how it is- people get to know me, and get to trust me…guess they know I can keep my mouth shut. Plus, yes, I have had some fun here…”  And he proceeded to fill me in on some of the adventures, leaving me to puzzle if he was pulling my leg or was for real.

Arriving on the next level, he told me all about the accommodations patrons were allowed to enjoy here- for an added fee, of course.  Noting in life was free- and while you didn’t have to pay for hookers here per say – unless you ordered one- you paid for the other comforts.  The guest rooms all were at least one bedroom suites- all with amazing furniture and every comfort the crowd this place catered to was obviously accustomed to.  The bathrooms resembled small spas- and David informed me that masseuses and masseurs were on staff and worked “pure magic.”  Well- again, I was very picky about whom I allowed access to my body. So, for now, I could not imagine becoming comfortable enough to let a stranger touch me.

Which was a ridiculous thought, given the kind of place this was.  And the kind of touching that probably went on here on a regular basis.  Unless my mind was in overdrive and David really had done a number on me, because at that point in the tour, the most intimate thing I had seen was people dancing downstairs. 

“So, by the way…most of the rooms come with amazing porn collections. Anything you can imagine…From straight, to naughty, to dirty, to…barf-worthy.”

“Lovely.  So, why bother come all the way here and pay to watch porn?  Seems like that could be done cheaper and in more comfort at one’s house.  Especially, since the clientele you hinted at seems to have pretty large cribs.”

“Well, because here they can be joined by a friend or two or three as they watch.  Also, there is a little twist. There is a “live” feature…”

Now, my interest was once again piqued. Live feature?  Like…how?

I obviously had asked the question out loud, as David took me to a different area down another hallway.

We entered a room and he pointed to the couch. I eyed him suspiciously. 

“Hey- no funny business. No stripper’s gonna pop out at me, right? Or a guy in drags or something.  ”

“Mike! A little trust, please? I’m not the one pulling pranks here. But really – you just gave me a great idea.  But no- I know how skittish you are about this.  I told you nothing was gonna happen till you wanted it to. This is your present.  And I know your hang-ups.”

“I don’t have hang-ups.  I just wanna be careful…and…you know…” I rolled me eyes, running out of things I wanted to say.   I didn’t wanna sound like a baby- but I also wasn’t gonna be forced into something when it felt just plain wrong.

“Ok, you know what?  I gotta go wizz.  So, here, take this remote.  I know how funny you are about some things. So- I’m gonna go pee and find a drink, and you check this out, ok.  You got all the privacy in the world.  Just hit the play button when I leave.  Have fun!”

What in the world?   How did any of that explain the ‘live action’ he had just talked about?  All I saw was a rather large tv.  Maybe there was a live feed to some strip show downstairs.  What else could it be?  The tv was pretty good size, but I doubt it had enough room for a lady in there giving you some little peep show like they did in Amsterdam. 

Ok, dummy.  The only way you’re gonna find out, is to try it.  Nothing to lose, right?  It’s a tv. And David left you alone. 

It all seemed safe enough.

Sinking back into the comfortable couch, I hit play. 

Of course, I should have known.  The image before me was that of another room- very similar to the one I was sitting in- only, with a large, king size bed.  On it, a man and a woman were getting it on.  They both wore masks, and the lady wore little else. 

Great. David had abandoned me to make me watch some porn flick.  Yeah, that was not uncomfortable at all.  It reminded me of finding some forbidden movie in Jackie’s suitcase one time and Marlon and me checking it out- worrying that we would be discovered. Trying hard to act unimpressed- and not letting on how turned on-and  freaked- out we were.

This was not much different. I was suddenly torn if I should keep on watching, or simply hit the stop button.  The onscreen guy was handcuffed to the bed and she was on her knees sitting before him, sucking the daylights out of his dick. Man! That looked almost painful.  Certainly didn’t do much for me.  Great, so for that steep fee the only thing they gave you was bad, home-made looking porn?

Sighing, I hit another button and the scene switched to two girls.  I scooted forward on the couch. Now, this was getting interesting.  There was one blond and one black, gorgeous lady with the most amazing titties I had seen in a while.  The dark beauty wore thigh high boots and a black leather corset, lifting her breast up like a tasty dessert. Christ!  The petite blonde was on her hands and knees and was being spanked with a paddle.  Ok…now we were getting into the freakier stuff.  My cock started to grow and I shifted, looking over at the door nervously.  David and I had talked about girls getting it on- but I was not sure I wanted him to come in find me getting sprung over some funky, spanking lesbian action.  Man!

“Are you guys ready for Big Daddy…?”

Shit! I almost dropped the remote.  This huge black dude appeared on the screen and his cock was impressive.  The leather clad lady joined her blond companion on the floor as she sank to her knees- and they both took turns licking his very large appendage.  Wow…

Ok, time to leave that channel.  Again, I pushed the ‘up’ arrow- almost fearing what I’d find next.  The next view was what initially seemed like an empty room.  Man- these clips must all be from a similar distribution company.  All the furnishing was similar- as a matter of fact, as I looked around it was clear they were very similar to the room I sat in.  My attention was captured by a movement on the screen before me.  A young lady came into view.  For several seconds she simply stood there, seemingly caught in thought about what to do.  I love when there is some buildup of tension- nothing better than to have that sizzle moment before jumping into action.    

The woman’s back was to the camera and she moved seductively to soft jazz playing.  From what I could tell, she was petite, with a nice, cute, round ass.  Why did she look slightly familiar?  My eyes roamed down her body- and I noticed the red shoes.   Oh, wow! It was the little hottie from earlier.  What was going on here?  Maybe the girl I had seen earlier was simply dressed in a similar way?  I mean, us men sure aren’t experts on slutty red shoes and short, black dresses.  How different could they be? Still, odd coincidence…

When she finally came out of her trance, I sat up and for some reason my cock became interested again as well.  Slowly, her fingers traced the zipper of her dress.  The caress was transmitted to my groin.  Man!  Ever so slowly, she started to play with the zipper, finally undoing it as my eyes skipped down the zigzag of the silver edges that revealed her back.  Her hair was piled high on her head, and after she opened the dress, revealing the creamy skin of her back as well as her bra-strap, she pulled the pins, allowing it to cascade down her back. 

I started to shift uncomfortably- this was such a weird, way out there situation… Really, I should just stop the tape and get out- maybe find David somewhere.  Or better yet, leave this place.  On the other hand- I knew this would be a freaky night- so why end it now before I checked out just how crazy this place could be.  I’d never hear the end if I chickened out.

The girl now had gotten rid of her dress- it pooled at her feet- which were still clad in those sexy heels.

That’s it baby girl- whatever you do, you gotta leave them shoes on.  Please!

  She slowly turned, and I noticed she wore a black mask covering her eyes and nose- dipping low and obscuring most of her face.  Except her mouth. And what a mouth it was.  Her lips were ruby red and moist, and when she bit her lower lip, I almost envied her for the pleasure.  I wish I could see more of her eyes- but for some reason this movie did not allow close-ups.  It almost seemed as if she was being filmed by a stationary camera.  If I had directed this, I would definitely have gone in to give the observer a hint of the expression in her eyes.  Allow a glimpse of that inner experience before panning out again…. Any other film making thoughts were pushed to the side, when her hands ran over her body, directing my attention to her remaining attire.

The little cutie wore a black garter, black stockings, an almost sheer black, skimpy thong, and a silk, translucent bra, making her engorged nipples very visible.  Her creamy boobs were small, but perky and perfect.  Just enough to fit into a hand- and more than enough to suck on.  I felt my mouth watering, - and as much as my inner good boy screamed at me to turn this smut off, I was glued to the tv.   She definitely had my inner bad boy- and my cobra mesmerized.  As if she knew about the power she held, the girl looked straight into the camera, and licked her fingers, then allowed them to glide to her tits, tweaking and pinching her nipples, while the other hand dipped south.  My hand, as if drawn by magical powers imitated her move, finding my now engorging cock and stroking it through the material of my pants. 

Shit…this was really getting interesting now. Was this one of those ‘one-woman’ shows,’ or would she be joined by someone soon?  I almost hoped she would stay by herself… I quite enjoyed watching her little number.  Maybe I should ask if I could buy this nice little movie- so far, so good… This place had a really good marketing plan.  Get your rocks off- and buy a souvenir for home-use. 

The girl on the tv now seemed to have found her pot of honey.  I heard a sensual moan and it made my cock jump to greater attention.  I bet she was wet, too.  Wow- she was a mind reader- allowing me to check that out for myself. She sat back on the bed, propping her foot up on the edge, granting me a prime view of her pussy.  While one hand stayed on her breast, alternating her caresses, the other pushed the soaked material to the side, revealing a nice, bare cunt, with swollen, glistening lips, just calling out to be fucked.  Her fingers teased her folds, and she dipped into her love canal, causing her to moan and me to seriously consider turning this off before I had to greet David with a wet stain in my pants. 

Sure enough, there was a knock at the door and I heard the characteristic zirring of the electronic key.  My cock decided it didn’t like to be observed and deflated slightly- making my level of comfort increase.  Man! I would definitely have to ask for that movie.  I could see getting down and dirty with some lubrication and my hand later on…imagining those small hands playing with herself, bringing herself to climax… There was something so sweet and yet so dirty about that girl.  Wonder if she had any other movies out there.  I was a fan!

“Mike- you ok?”

“Yeah, sure,” came my slightly breathless answer.  I shifted and tried hard to not look at the tv, wondering if it was better to leave the show on or turn it off, and pretend I had been watching the weather report or something.   I really did not know the protocol for this very bizarre night.

“Ok, coming in- just letting you know. So, I don’t embarrass you or anything.”

That made me laugh. What was he afraid of? To be hit by a squirt of jizz in his eye? 

“Well, if you didn’t wanna embarrass me, you shouldn’t have told me to watch some porn flick.”

Or you should have stayed gone longer and left me a towel or something.

I clicked the tv off now- as the girl had started to undulate on the bed, her fingers pinching her very engorged clit.  There was only so much I could stand, even if David’s presence provided a beneficial cold shower.  It made me wonder how other dudes could watch porn like that with their friends- or even have sex with other dudes in the room.  How do you not lose your hard on when some other guy looked at you?  Ok, this was something I did not have to find out first hand.  But, it was an interesting question.

“Was it something you liked?”

“Yeah, it was ok…this girl…” I cleared my throat.

“Well, good, I took a chance- I forgot to tell you if you didn’t like what went down you could change channels and tune into another room…”

Well, David, genius that I am I figured out the channel changing all by my lonesome. Wait- what was that about tuning into…what?

“What you mean, another room?”

David laughed and handed me another bottle of water.  Good, I needed it, too. My throat felt parched. 

“Well, I didn’t know what you would get.  Guys, girls, couples, whatever…but usually there are several rooms on live.”

Was he saying?  No, way! My eyes widened.  Son of a bitch!

“Mike- you look at me as if you just saw a chick with three heads…unless…was it some freaky girl with, like weird shit…”

“No- nothing like that. But what? This was not a movie?”

“Nope- that was a live show.  I told you.”

“Shiiiit! And she knew, right? The people know they are being filmed, or is it some set up?”

That thought worried me.  The last thing I wanted was to star in that kind of movie.  Then again- no…. I remembered her looking what had seemed to be straight at me.

Of course she knew! That explained her staring into the camera- as well as the feel of a stationary view.  There was no camera man and no director.  There was only a girl and a camera.  Wow! A very, very turned on girl and a camera. Man- she had been into that exhibitionist stuff like no tomorrow.

“There are different ways to control this, too.” My helpful friend explained.  “Usually you can enter into a computer to how many rooms you want to feed.  Once one is online, it can be blocked.  Or, you can have it watched by more- whatever l floats your boat.  I was told there is a two way capability as well, where you can talk to your audience- get instructions and such.”

Oh Gosh! Thoughts of telling the little hot lady how I would like her to pleasure herself left me breathless and dizzy for a moment. 

“Really?  And people like that- to be watched like that, I mean. Wow…”

“I guess so.  That’s something I don’t get into- I like to watch, I mean… I just wouldn’t wanna be watched. “ I giggled- yeah, thank goodness for that. Wouldn’t wanna accidentally come across a live-feed of David.  There was only so much I wanted to know about my close friends.

David took another sip of his drink and raised it to the tv.

“To freakiness! To each their own, I guess. And you now this town- it’s all about being seen for some. Even though, here we have the added spice of not knowing who you’re ogling. Other than knowing it probably is someone with enough prestige – or they wouldn’t be here.  Shit, I bet we would die to know who some of these folks are.”

I bet he was right.  And it was good that way- I didn’t really wanna know who the little guy was getting his dick hoovered off and who the lady wielding the paddle turned out to be.  On the other hand, it might still be fun to guess.  Like a weird sexual charades game…

“So- you wanna finish- eh, watching, and I go and find something else to do, or you wanna learn more about this place? You know- in case you do decide to get into some stuff here- or, if you ever wanna come back.  I think you were granted membership by Madame X.”

Of course, I was.  So much for anonymity.  I am sure by now she had a full background check and financial statement on file.  Oh well.  As long as she was as discreet as she had to be to be in this kind of business.  I guess on the grand scale my dossier here would make me feel better than the one the CIA and KGB no doubt were building.  With vast fortune comes vast power- and the combination makes me not very popular in some circles. 

“What else is there?”

“Oh, man! I haven’t even scratched the surface yet.  Observe and learn how to be really bad, Mike!”

David took the remote and filled me in on some more secrets: such as the basement activities which ran the gamut from light BDSM to full on S and M.  Wow.  At times I felt like I was an innocent little worm, greeting the big bad world as I crawled from my cabbage leaf.  Of course, I had heard and read of some of the things I saw- but really….to be so close, to be in the same house where these things went on seemed so totally unbelievably crazy! So, if I ever was in the mood for straps, leather, and whips, I now definitely would know where to get that hunger met.  Of course, from what I had been able to observe, while I could totally get into the leather outfits, the high boots, the hand-cuffs and some of the sexy looking whips and crops, I also was very much against real, lasting pain. 

I also was against handing over any amount of power- to anyone.  So, the idea or some light play variations would have to do for me.  Really, I blushed as I already ran some scenarios through my once pure and innocent mind.  At the same time, the possibilities stimulated my thoughts and body on a whole different level.  Sadly- it might all have to stay in the mental realm, as really, while all this talk of confidentiality and hidden identity was great, I could not afford to test it all out.  Maybe some light play here and there…maybe…

As we left the suite to go listen to some music, a little shorty ran into me, stepping on my feet with her incredibly high, painful, heels. The initial agony kept me from registering that I had only a while earlier admired those shoes- and that slinky dress, before it had been kicked to the side by her shapely leg. Yes, this was without question the little lady who no doubt would later occupy my masturbation marathon.  She smelled of spring flowers and a hint of vanilla- and as I steadied her with my hands around her little waist, I had to resist the urge to bend down and bury myself in her hair which was still loose around her shoulders.  Guess she didn’t bother pin it back up after rolling around that bed. 

“Sorry…” Her voice was darker than I had imagined.  Very sultry…and my mind replayed her moans and sighs from earlier, causing my penis to once again be charmed by her song. 

“Whoa, my friend, don’t mow down nice young ladies with your deadly walk.” David laughed at me, causing her to look over to him.  Was it me, or were the nodding at each other as if they had met before?  Well, they both wore masks- so it had to be my imagination.

“Hey- sorry, no, my fault. I was in a hurry.”

Once again, I tried to read her face in the dark hall.  Her mouth was even more stunning in person.  Possibly, her eyes were a deep dark blue- but the obscure light made it very difficult to get an exact read.  Her cheeks looked flushed- and I wondered if she came out of the room fresh from her orgasm.  I also wondered if she had stayed alone, or had been sharing those charms.  Strange, how I cared…  Who was I, Mr. Secrecy, to invade her privacy?  Still, I wondered what it was that made her come here.  What had her display herself to the camera, needing to share a deeply personal moment with the cold, soulless lens?

“You ok? Sorry, dude, hope I didn’t punch a hole in your shoe…”

I really liked the humor in her tone which was also reflected in her eyes. 

“I’m more worried about my foot- shoes can be replaced, you know.”

She smiled a cute, lopsided grin, pulling something out of my memory banks…calling on some recollection…before it dropped back into the hazy abyss of my mind. No, of course, I didn’t know her.  I had only watched her finger her pussy earlier- normally I did know ladies I thus observed.  So, my brain was probably simply trying to make sense of all this.

“You could always get a cane.- Let me know if I need to spring for one.  Later- gotta run.”

With that, she slipped from my grasp. 

Funny, how I really, really wish I could have asked for her name.  But then again- I was not ready to provide mine, so the memory of her blue eyes, those lips, and her voice would have to do for now.

“Hey, Mike?” David pulled me out of my stupor.  “You like?”

I swallowed.  Was I that obvious?  Man! Maybe I did have to fine-tune my game. 

“She looked familiar. Cute ass.” Maybe if I pulled it all back to guy-talk, I could convince him it was nothing.  Which it was, after all.  Simply a chance encounter in a freaky place.

“Yeah- if you wanna, I can find out who she is and what she’s into.  Told you I got some connections here. And we can arrange for you to…you know… maybe, meet up with her.  Show her what kind of cane you got for her…maybe even make it a candy cane….that mouth did look heavenly.”

I started to laugh.  What a dog! But no, seriously, I would keep my interest to myself for now. Friend or no friend: information was power.  However, the prospect of returning had me humming on the inside. And had my dick twitching with anticipation. So much for not wanting to fuck strangers…

So, as we sat in the limo, talking about all the far out stuff we had seen, I already made plans for a return trip to sin-central.

All for the chance of another look into those mysterious eyes and that luscious mouth which stayed with me as I laid against my satin sheets later that night, my engorged cock in my hand, imagining what her lips would feel like as I fucked her mouth.  When I imagined holding back her hair, watching her cheeks grow full from my swollen head in her mouth, feeling her gag as I gave it to her good, I could almost hear her moans as I ejaculated all over myself in a violent climax.  Sinking back, my breath coming in gasps, I swore I would make that fantasy come true.

XXXXXXX

UPDATE STARTS HERE

“Sir, the lady asked me to give this to you, should you wish to watch her perform again.”

Should I wish to? The little butler made me smile.  He was too funny.  All serious and dignified- in the most ridiculously undignified place.  Wonder if he ever planned on ending up in some high end bordello.  Only worse. 

This place had become my new addiction.  No, correction: She had become my new addiction.  And while the little vixen played it all aloof and cool- I suspected she knew it.  Typical woman- using her wiles to exert power over a silly smitten sap. Well, this silly sap was going to play it cool and stay in control of the situation.  It had started with my first return trip, when I had received a little note from this very helpful, serious man whom I now knew as Jim, inviting me to her “show”- indicating the channel. 

Who was I to turn a lady down?  So, I tuned in.  Heaven help  me! Once again, I was treated to her stripping out of her clothes- for me, and for how ever many other viewers she had invited.  This time, she wore virginal white, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail, her mask a matching satin and lace work of art.  I suspected, these people went all out with their masks, and I also had begun to invest a small fortune.  Masks make the man at this place. And the woman.

This time, I allowed myself a glass of wine, while reclining on the sofa, playing with myself as she touched and teased her body, locking her eyes to the camera.  She removed her thong and granted her audience a daring view of her pussy.  Her fingers had me entranced.  She rubbed them over herself – almost approaching the treasure, then after a soft touch, a parting of her folds, she pulled back again.  Finally, when I thought I could not stand the teasing any longer, she entered her opening with first one, then two fingers, making sure to put on a hell of a show removing them, flooding her clit with her juices while her head was thrown back in abandon.  The other hand was brought up to her lips and she sucked on her index finger while continuing to pump her cunt. Then, reaching down, looking over at the camera with a naughty grin, she tweaked and rubbed first one nipple, then the other, making them stand at attention.

Feeling like a dirty voyeur, yet too mesmerized to turn away, I rubbed my own escaping juices around the head of my turgid penis.  Excitement, lust, exhilaration, and pure sexual hunger swirled like a tornado inside my belly, making me ready to explode.

Come on baby…take it home.  I’ll be a gentleman and wait for you to go first.

Then, in a stunning turn of events, she turned away from the camera, leaving only her heaving chest, and her hand between her thighs in plain view before she finished herself off.  I heard her moans and cries and watched her convulsing body…being left to imagine what it would be like to be inside her as she took the moment to preserve a piece of herself. Fucking shit- I don’t think I ever came this hard simply watching someone as I did that day.  It was a forbidden pleasure-naughty, dirty- and I really should have known better than to be a willing audience.  But hey, I rationalized that she was doing this voluntarily. No harm done- not my business if she liked to get off to men watching her.

Before I left, I had another note delivered.

“Thanks for watching. Just to let you know.  This was for your eyes only…”

Wow- ok, so she got off showing her goodies only to one person per night.  What a sweet angel.  My cynical assessment made me cringe.  Who was I to judge her?  Me, the guy getting off to what she was providing.  Maybe it was healthier to simply stay away…

Said the fly to the honey before diving into the jar, suffocating in blissful agony.

I returned.  And each time her note found me.  I tried my best to run into her as I had that first night. I was dying to smell her sweet perfume or to gaze into those eyes again…maybe even to steal a taste of those ruby lips haunting my dreams.  But no- she kept our relationship within the boundaries of the camera between us.

“So, got yourself some pussy yet? Maybe the little hottie with the round bootie?”

David asked me just about every time we met.  I only smiled my dirty grin at him- leaving him to wonder what the heck I had been up to.

“You go, Mike! Still waters run deep…But you better watch out, you know I might find out all your dirty little secrets one day.”

I giggled again. “No secrets, David. You know me.  Pure and innocent like the driven snow.  And too shy to make my moves.”

David rolled his eyes.  “Uhum, shy my ass! Don’t worry, man- I got your back. I keep your secret safe.”  We laughed before he confided his newest exploration with me.  He probably thought I would reciprocate and share a tale or two. But no- I liked to play things close to the vest.  This was my new secret toy chest- and I didn’t want to share.

Time however, was not my friend.  I was fast approaching the date of departing on the European leg of my tour.  It was getting more and more difficult to not think about my mysterious little friend.  Would she miss me?  Did she even know it was me?  Or did she simply send Jim out every night with a note to some random visitor he deemed worthy.  Maybe it was really Jim who liked me, not her at all.  No, life was not random like that.  And I had long ago learned to not believe in coincidences.

Upon my next return, Jim found me right away- with my drink, and my note. “Sir, the lady asked you be shown to a different room this time. If you read the note, you will understand.”

I raised an eyebrow- but it never occurred to me to question her or feign resistance.  This was too good to fight - and I wrestled away any inherent twinges of guilt, justifying my dirty little pleasure by telling myself I would have to leave soon anyway.  This was time limited sin- and I would find ways to atone. 

Once inside the appointed room, I opened the note. 

“I was wondering if you would like to participate… How about you tell me what you like to see?  I think they call this performance art on demand.”

I did not care what the hell they called it.  It was hot as all get-out.  She wanted me to direct her play?  Holy shit! And when her camera came online, and I noticed a nice little assortment of toys, I about busted through my pants.  I spotted several vibrators, dildos, feathers, vibrating bullets…and what looked like a riding crop. This girl was some sort of freak.  And who was I to object? I quickly changed into the supplied robe.  Smart cookie that I was I had learned this was way more comfortable than staying in my suit.

For the next hour or so, I had my little lady, who by the way sported blood red lingerie –with a matching mask, of course-and had her hair loosely cascading around her face delight me – and her- by teasing herself, playing with her toys.  All of course, strictly by my instruction.  She had an ear bud in her ear to avoid my voice interfering with my own pleasure and I have to say, that girl both knew how to follow instructions while adding just enough creative touches to keep me on the edge. 

She gave me the rules – which included I was allowed to tell her when to hold off and when she could cum- and she actually followed instructions pretty good. At one point, when I had her fuck herself with a glass dildo, I could not control myself, and started to explode.  Obviously, my enthusiastic feedback affected her in my own way, as- against my instructions- she came loudly herself.  I watched in total awe as her juices coated the sparkling glass, making my ejaculation go on seemingly forever.   Biting her lips she attempted to catch her breath before she looked into the camera slyly.

“I’m so sorry…Now, I guess, we gotta come up with a way for you to punish me…I figure you hate disobedience like that.”

“Shit, girl! You’re gonna be the death of me… But ok. How, ‘bout you pick up that crop… And we start by you running it lightly up and down your leg.  Very slowly at first- and don’t even dream about coming close to that swollen cunt.  You wouldn’t wanna make me leave and go home mad, would you?”

“Oh, no, we definitely wouldn’t want that.”  That deadly crooked smile again.  I was putty in her hands.

Slowly the crop ascended on her skin, before I guided it back down the other leg. The night was young, after all.  And when I finally allowed myself to let go again, she had cum for the third time, riding her crop…and I was very proud of my creative nature once again. 

Next time I hung with David, I, for some reason, changed plans and I filled my friend in on some of what was going on.  Predictably, he was laughing his ass off at my version of sex play. 

“Don’t you wanna meet her face to face at some point?  Or putting it more aptly: dick to pussy?”

“I don’t know. I think it would destroy the mystery of it all. Plus, I gotta leave soon- and I’m not sure I could deal with wondering who she’s giving it to next.”

“Shit, man- you better be careful. I didn’t take you there to be hung up on another little…eh..woman.  This was supposed to free you from all that.  To help you get your freak on without getting your heart torn out.”

Well, it had worked, too.  Miss Ross had not been on my mind in weeks. And it felt like a relaxing vacation. Pretty soon, I’d be busy on tour- so she would be far from my mind then as I normally didn’t have the energy to pine after her while working.  Hey, maybe I would break this sick obsession after all.

Yeah, you’re the man, Mike. And all it took was finding an even more depraved fixation. Why could I simply not manage to be normal? Of course I knew: I was not designed to be anywhere near average.  And normal was boring- my taste simply did not run in that grove.

XXXXXXX

“Girl, I have to leave soon- on business.  Just thought I’d let you know… Not that I don’t wanna come and delight in your shows, it’s just I’m gonna be gone for a while.”

I have no clue why I felt the need to fill her in on my plans. But I figured it was plain rude to simply up and be gone one day. I know I’d be pissed.  Then again, who knew how she ran. Not like I knew anything about her.  She never even told me her name- or asked mine.

“Well, we gotta make sure we send you off with a firework.  If I thought of something special, something real sick, would you do it? No questions asked?  Or would you be too…chicken?”

“Girl, that sounds dangerous- you haven’t even seen me- I mean, if you got something in mind that involves you know….meeting….”

 I blushed. This was so stupid! Maybe she hadn’t talked about meeting at all.  Maybe it was indeed time to move on and get the hell out of Dodge. Or Sodom…

“It’s cool. I’ve talked to you.  I’ve heard your voice- I like its tone. So soft, so demanding, so firm…but smooth as silk.  I got you pegged as a gentleman- so I gotta go with my guts on this one. Oh, and I like the way you moan when you jizz watching me.  How bad could you be?” 

Her throaty laughter sent chills up and down my spine.  And made my dick grow once again. Despite having just been drained. 

“Oh, I’m bad alright.  You got no idea…”  At least I hoped she hadn’t.  And really- not like girls like her would expect Michael freaking Jackson in the next room, choking his chicken to seeing her finger herself. 

“So, if you’re up for it…and since you’re gonna leave.  How ‘bout this….”

As she filled me in on her idea, everything inside me screamed that no way in hell would I ever do any of the things she invoked in my mind.  Even as my cock once again jerked against me and part of my mind already started to plan for the grand finale of my stint at XXX.  Plus, she had kinda dared me…and I had never met a dare I didn’t meet head on.

XXXXXXX

The last night.  The grand finale.  Upon my arrival, I was taken to a room by my buddy Jim.  I would miss him!  Maybe I should take him on tour with me. Kind of as a souvenir.  The room he left me in, after handing me my usual drink with the most stoic of faces was very similar to the ones I had previously used- exept there was an added door.   Every Pandora ’s Box has to have a lid, after all.  There has to be an element of choice.  And an exit strategy.  Or was it more the illusion of control and the entry to hell?  I knew the door was not leading to a closet- but to the adjourning room next door.  The key was on a satin pillow on a golden tray.  She was leaving it all up to me.  I could join her, or I could watch…or I could simply leave.  Never to see her again. 

And heaven forbid you do the smart thing for once, right, man?  Of course, heaven had very little to do with this.

So what could one more night hurt?   My rationalization made me chuckle, even as I noticed my hand trembling, making the ice cubs in the glass chime in harmony.  Here I thought, there was nothing left to make me nervous.  But this...shit.  This was something I had read about…thought about…watched in dirty movies and knew that most of my brothers had indulged in.  I hungered for the adrenaline rush the bite of the forbidden fruit would bring.  Or was it the snake I longed for?  As long as the antidote was near.  One time.  Never again.  And no one would know.  Not that it was me, anyway.  Not the good, moral boy my mother had raised. This was all about the depraved monster being allowed to roam free at night- then to be locked up again.  The wolfman I had portrayed- the flip side of the coin.

Or, I could look at it as a social research project.  Learn more about humanity and the crazy recesses of a sexual mind.  What did her suggestion say about her?  Why had she not simply asked for a straight up meeting?  What were her fears?  Maybe this was her version of avoiding  getting too comfy with me.   Of remaining remote and aloof.  And really, it was perfect.   In our weird way we had been getting closer- and this was not a place conducive to relationships.  So, it was time to bring it back to the basics: This was about sex.  About pushing the boundaries.  And wasn’t that what I was about?  Exploring those new frontiers? 

My hands felt clammy as I turned the TV to the designated channel, pouring myself a second glass of vodka.  What an odd choice, too. Normally, I go for wine.  Not here, though- here I reached for the hard stuff.  I know it’s all in my messed up brain- how I justified drinking at all.  Wine let me pretend I have not fallen off the path of salvation.  Crazy! It was all about smoke and mirrors with me. Hey, at least I still was able to tell the difference between the lies I told myself and the truth.  Would there ever be a time when that perspective would be obliterated by the steady eraser of time? 

For now, I did not have the luxury of blissful denial. I knew full well I should not be here.  I knew I should have turn down the apple handed to me by Eve.  There would be a time for guilt, a time for self-loathing, but for now, it was all about this one moment.

The screen still showed a velvet curtain.  Maybe my partner in crime had chickened out herself.  Which would be hilarious.  Maybe she was not as hard core as she pretended.  Maybe she’d already be at a different place altogether, laughing her ass off at the fool sitting in a room with a semi hard dick.

And how could I blame her? This was so out there… For me anyway. 

The screen flickered and I about dropped my glass.  Oh shit- it was coming online.  This was actually going down…Maybe if I pretended this was simply a late-night program.  The naughty kind… If it was too much, I could always leave.  Nothing held me in place but my own decadent longing.

The scene before me seemed perfectly normal.  Two girls- enjoying drinks together.  Well…there were some things that might be deemed a bit out of the ordinary.  First, they both wore silk robes.  Second- one of them, and I immediately recognized her as the princess of my dreams, wore her usual mask.  Her hair was tied back, flowing down her back from a silky, wavy ponytail.  The color of her robe was a deep, scarlet red- and, not surprisingly, matching her mask.  As she reclined on the bed, resting against the black satin sheets, I noticed her shoes: Sinful 5 inch stiletto heels – the same red as her outfit, except for the heel, which was golden. 

My girl’s friend was slightly taller than her counterpart, but just as slender- only she had the most beautiful chocolate colored skin and raven hair which was tied back into a severe bun, making her green eyes stand out like emeralds on her gorgeous face.  She wore a white robe, and black heels.  Both ladies sported lacy stockings, and I could only hope they were attacked to garters- a definite weakness of mine.

Before I could change my mind and run from the room, the masked queen of my dreams looked toward the camera, raising her champagne flute.

“Hey- good evening, my friend. I assume you’re there?”

Shit, I shouldn’t be, and while I clearly was out of my mind- I was in the room.   Hey- it seemed I had passed the point of no return.  I assured them I was there and thrilled to see them. I could only hope they would not catch on to the trembling timbre in my voice.  I had planned to have my voice project confident cockiness- but in the end I was not sure it worked.  Did they hear my insecurity? 

Feeling brazen tonight, I decided to change the rules.  Since there were two of them, it seemed only fair to find out what they called themselves. Tonight anyway.  When I asked for names, my masked beauty informed me to call her Mona- and her friend Lisa.  I thought I caught a moment where they exchanged a glance and Lisa, as my new acquaintance liked to be known, raised her glass to Mona, the girl of my wet-dreams.  I had to laugh: yes, that was fitting.  Mysterious and hiding behind not much more than a smile.  Enigmatic and seductive.  And anonymous.

“So, you’re gonna join us? Or would you prefer to simply watch…”

If only I knew. 

“Watch what?  It seems like there ain’t much going on.”

Maybe if I kept up the strong man act they would buy it…

Mona smiled and once again I marveled at those pouting, luscious lips… and again I wondered who they reminded me of.  Her dark friend, Lisa, put down her glass and leaned over, taking Mona’s glass from her hands, placing it onto the night stand, before pushing back my girl, who giggled darkly as she reclined.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…. My face was aflame with ….what? Lust? Embarrassment? Both?

Mona reached up and cupped Lisa’s face, then pulled her down, meeting her in a slow, teasing kiss.  My cock immediately jumped to life at the sight of those  two beauties tonguing- even as I was pretty sure to be struck by lightning any moment now.  As the kiss continued, Mona traced her friend’s back, slowly pulling the robe from her shoulders.  Lisa sat up, breaking the kiss, staring down at her friend who gazed up, licking her lips.  My hand found my straining cock and without meaning to do it, I started to squeeze it through the fabric of my tightening pants. Holy crap!

The girl reached back, pulling some pins out of her hair, shaking her gorgeous black mane.  Ever so slowly, she removed the silken robe, revealing a black corset top which ended just below her breast.  She also wore matching garters- holding her silken stockings in place- and, from I could make out, no panties. 

Reaching down, she teasingly untied Mona’s belts- brushing her robe to the side.  Uncovered were a lacy, scarlet bra, red garters, and finally, when the robe fell open, a tiny, silken thong.  I had seen my girl’s pussy so many times already, and I had discovered it always turned me on more when she tried to hide herself from me initially.  There was something about her being unwrapped just for me that stoked my fire like not much else.  Seeing her like this- exposed, yet hidden, lying before her friend, made me slowly unbutton my shirt, then my pants… I desperately needed relief. And from what I could tell, the show was only going to get hotter…

“What are you doing?”

Mona must be psychic.  She looked over at the camera.

“Getting more comfortable right now…”

Mona looked over at the camera again as her friend bend toward her, sitting up on her knees now, massaging her legs, first her calves, then her thighs, while bending, placing hot kisses along the stockings, nipping at her skin softly.  Envious, my mouth watered,and I swallowed my desire with another shot of vodka.  I heard Mona sigh and surrender to her moans as she stretched, arching up toward the scalding mouth teasing her. 

“You sure you don’t wanna join us for a bit… I told you it’s up to you…and you don’t have to do anything…but how ‘bout you come over and enjoy the heat over here a bit…Cause baby, we’re two hot ladies- and we know how to put on a great show.”

Oh Gosh- it was decision time.  What could it hurt?  Not like I would get it on with those two.  I brought the condoms merely as a safety measure.  Better that than sorry… 

Minutes later, I was in the other room- not really sure how I had gotten there.  When had I decided to throw caution to the wind and jump onto the magic carpet to insanity? Nothing seemed real tonight- everything was like some dirty dream- and I finally surrendered to the notion of simply floating in that crazy feeling.

Right before me, two beautiful women sat on a silken bed, kissing each other in open mouthed breaths, filling the static space with moans and sighs.  I could see their tongues sliding against each other, and with every stroke I observed, my dick filled more. 

Mona looked over.  I still was not over being in the same space with her- she smelled like a dream and her youthful aura was even more tantalizing than I had remembered from our run-in in the hall.  I had the most difficult time, not constantly staring at her mouth-which was crazy given I had two half naked woman right there, getting it on.

“Hey, big boy- why don’t you take that out of your pants?  I can see you must be- uncomfortable. My friend here…” she smirked over at Lisa, “won’t mind, I tell you.” 

“No, please, by all means…take out that cock and rub it a bit for us. No point in you being in pain.  As a matter of fact, Mona…” – was it my imagination or did she chuckle slightly, “why don’t you be a good girl and rub that dripping cunt that’s ailin’ me…”

Oh shit- I was so not going to last long. 

Mona’s finger started at her friend’s lip, who sucked it into her mouth, drawing it in, licking it with her long, slick tongue, before the digit went on a journey down her chest, took a detour to her tits, which she squeezed and tweaked through the lacy top, pulling them out slightly, offering them to my view, then travelling down the plane of her abs to that clean shaven mound.  Lisa sat back, her head thrown back, her long hair reaching the bedspread. She opened her thighs, and Mona let her finger tease the inner thigh down to the knee, when, as Lisa bent her legs and offered me a prime view of her wet pussy, she switched over to the other leg, this time running the finger up from the knee, to the inner thigh.  Her eyes had found mine, as I started to massage my aching hard on through my pants with more concentration. 

“Come on, Daddy, free that beast… what’cha waiting for?”

Her voice was dark, amber honey.

“Mona- I told you to touch my cunt, come on baby…” Lisa had lifted her ass off the bed, gyrating her hips. 

“Not till he takes his cock out…”

Lisa looked over- “Come on, man- let her see it….I need her to touch me…now…”

Who was I to not oblige the ladies?  A slight smile danced around my lips as I took out my ten inches- my normal shyness not part of my current repertoire. This was all about animalistic desire…one night only…no regrets…no consequences.

Both ladies stilled and stared at my cock- making it grow even more.

That’s right ladies.  Have an eye-full- I ain’t got nothing to be ashamed of.

“My, my, my…our friend is quite…well endowed, seems like. You better prepare this pussy well, my dear, just in case…This is something I haven’t seen in quite a while.  Big boy indeed…”

Mona smiled looked over at me, seemingly waiting for something. I was only too happy to oblige.  “Go ahead, I want to see you fingering that dripping pussy…it looks like it needs some attention…”

I wasn’t kidding- the lady was coated in her juices, dripping onto the bed. 

As I grabbed my cock, grasping it firmly, letting the soft skin glide along the iron core, I watched in fascination as my girl, Mona, changed position now, dipping forward on her hands and knees, her ass toward me, as she approached her friend’s honey pot.  Lisa spread her legs further and Mona rimmed her swollen lips, causing her friend to moan and sigh.  Finally she dipped into the love canal; at the same time I allowed my thumb to rub my glistening head, causing me to moan my delight as well. 

I almost came when I noticed the wet patch on my girl’s panties as well, and I delighted in the evidence of her arousal.  When a second finger slipped into her friend’s tight opening, she leaned forward, gently blowing on the pouting flower before her , causing Lisa to whimper out again.

Lisa suddenly gripped her pal’s hand, holding it still.  Fisting her hand in her hair, she pulled her toward her, kissing her passionately.  Breaking the kiss, she raised herself- urging my masked delight to stay in place on all fours.

“There you go, my little beauty.  I wanna make sure you get some attention now- I think our friend would approve.”  Looking over at me, she winked. 

She walked around to Mona’s backside and stared to rub her back, then used her hands to massage her ass, leaving read marks on the white solid globes.  Oh God! I felt my balls tighten and I knew I better stop my stroking movement as the vision of Mona’s ass being massaged and manhandled drove me wild.  Lisa went a step further and spread Mona’s ass cheeks- granting me a view of the dripping, rosy, pouting lips, which were barely contained by the soaking wet material of the thong.

“You know, my friend. Mona here has filled me in about how much those little encounters with you have turned her on.  Look at that….” She spread the perfect ass once more, “…see her dripping out?  This girl is so bad, so hard core- and you just do something for her.  And she knows it ain’t right. She knows this is not place good girls come to…But she likes to cum for you, anyway.”

Her hands were now gently rubbing that perfect ass, and Mona was moaning and almost sobbing, one hand reaching up, caressing her breast through the bra, lifted it out, tweaking her nipple. 

“This is something she knows she oughta be punished for…” her friend continued.

Before I knew what would come next, Lisa’s hand descended on Mona’s ass, spanking her, leaving her friend to cry out softly.

“Oh shit…fuck…” Her voice was a dark, deep sob, and I could tell from the juices running down her thigh how turned on my naughty little lady was. 

“See? She loves this- she loves being bad, and she loves being spanked...” The next slap was delivered to the other globe. 

My throat felt parched and I licked my lips.  I had stopped pumping myself, too afraid to shoot my load across the room.

“Why don’t you come here- test that pussy…see what it does to her to be spanked like this…”

Oh no! I wasn’t gonna get involved…I was just gonna watch.

In a trance I left my chair and approached the girls.  I made sure my mask was still securely in place.  This was madness.  Maybe participation was the only straight jacket available…

Mona emitted a small sound and licked her lips as I approached, spreading her legs further.  She looked like a work of art- her skin glistening with sweat now, her hair still tied back, her mask giving her the aura of the forbidden fruit she was. My fingers reached out and touched her hot skin- tracing her spine, soothing her finely outlined muscles.

I undid the claps of her bra, taking it off for her, weighing her small, perfect breasts in the palm of my hand- as I had dreamt to do so many times.  They felt even better in real life, soft yet firm, the diamond tips digging into my flesh.  Her moan fueled the fire of my desire into an atomic blaze.  It was odd- both girls were beauties- but Mona was the one I felt drawn to the most- probably because we had that crazy bond fashioned from lust and secrecy. 

I ran my hand down her back and to her perfect ass.  Lisa continued to rub the globes as well and when I dipped between the cheeks toward the center of Mona’s desire, she once more spanked her friend, as I traced her swollen folds, arriving at the protruding pearl, rubbing over it, causing my girl to cry out, while Lisa chuckled softly. 

“Come on big guy- she is close…make her cum. I know she wants to- and I’m sure she’s gonna repay you…stroke that pussy…you know you wanna hear her cry out some more…”

“You want that, girl? You want me to test what you feel like…after having seen you cum for me all those other times…?”

“Oh God yeah, please.”  Her voice was a husky whisper, a plea I could not resist.

Hell yeah! I stroked and teased her for a golden moment, before finally entering her with first one, then two fingers.  She immediately tensed around me, encasing and holding me with a grip making me shiver.  Gosh, what she would feel around my cock…all silken and strong at the same time…

I moved my fingers, exploring her, finding that rippled spot inside her, and watching her tense.  I rubbed against it, then withdrew again, hitting her clit when I re-entered her, the movement coinciding with another slap supplied by her willing and helpful friend. 

Her cunt had become a vice and I felt her starting to shiver.  When her orgasm hit, her now familiar cries and sobs, her gyrating ass, and the way she dipped lower, biting her hand, as well as the flowing juices of her cum almost made me lose it.  I could not remember the last time I had come so close to climaxing without anyone doing anything to my dick.  And yet, here I was, having this gorgeous creature cum around my fingers as I bit my lip, trying my best to hold back.

Several seconds later I felt the spasms subside and I gently withdrew.  Lisa kissed her friend’s ass, and petted her swollen pussy, then rubbed her breasts.

“Well, my friend, how ‘bout we take care of our friend here after he gave you such a pretty orgasm, what do you think?”

Flushed, Mona looked up and sat back on her heels.  “I think that’s an amazing idea.”

She looked over at me and I could see her eyes sparkling at me. “How ‘bout you sit down, big boy, and we’ll see if you’re man enough to handle two little girls like us.”

XXXXXXX

What felt like an eternity later, I found myself with my eyes squeezed shut tightly, thinking of cold showers, having my endurance tested like never before.  I know if I looked down again it would all be over… I would either wake up or, if this was indeed real, I would cum – and most likely would pass out cold.

The girls must have felt my battle, and, as my moans and sobs still escaped unchecked, they backed off slightly.  I felt one of their hands on me, but the torturous heat from being sucked alternately in one mouth or the other stopped.  Of course, now, I almost regretted the loss of heat and suction- as my huge, straining dick felt almost cold.

I swallowed, took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

A set of clear green eyes, and those mysterious blues behind the mask shone up at me, both their mouths glistening and their lips swollen. 

“Need a break?  We could always…watch some tv…”  Lisa suggested, winking at Mona, who continued to supply soft strokes to my cock.

Shaking my head, I prayed my voice would not sound as weak as I felt.
“Nope…never….show me what you got….I can take it…”

Lisa laughed, and bent, as Mona helpfully angled my penis higher, allowing her friend free access to by balls, which, after playfully squeezing them, Lisa took into her hot mouth, causing me to cry out and tremble, gripping the edge of the chair.  Mona came to my side and was getting ready to lower her head again as well, when something came over me.  Reaching out, I grabbed her chin and lifted her face up at me, delighting in studying her features, wishing for the first time, I could see her without the mask.  It was never going to happen, of course, but I would do my best to commit every lovely feature to my memory.

God, I would miss her.  My little naughty secret. 

“Kiss me…”

My voice was deep and raspy- hardly sounding like anything I recalled.  I had no clue if this was against the rules or not.  Kissing, that was… But it seemed only fair to ask as the girls had kissed on and off, every time they took turns licking and sucking me, their tongues meeting as they stroked along my needy shaft, driving me almost into madness. 

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, then rose from her kneeling position, bending over me, her hand cradling my face, as her jeweled eyes melted into mine.  When the lips I had dreamed about met mine, a million volts of electricity seemed to rush through me.  The taste surpassed my wildest expectations- the delicious, pouting fruit of her lips melted against me, her sweet breath tranquilizing me, her tongue stirring my desire into another stratosphere.

“Oh baby…your dick feels like it’s about to explode…Mona’s kisses are magical aren’t they?” Lisa moaned as her tongue licked me up and down, then allowed my dick to go as far as she could take it, allowing me to hit her throat.  My hip gyrated against the treatment as my sobs were swallowed by Mona, our tongues dancing.

Way too soon, she broke away, kissing down my neck, her tongue licking and teasing me as she travelled back down, biting and suckling my nipples, then joining her friend on the floor before me once again.  She looked up and I reached out, stroking her cheek. 

What was it about tonight?  These odd moments of tenderness were so fucking misplaced! For some reason irritated now, I grabbed my cock at its base and stroked it hard a couple of times, as the girls once again kissed, their tongues visible to me.  Tired of holding back, I used my free hand and urged Mona’s head toward my dick once again.  Precum was visible now, and spirals of fire and color were swirling inside my belly, reaching out with tentacles of fire into my balls and my penis.  I felt the twitching and almost could visualize the blood making my veins stand out.

Mona’s hand came to rest above mine and she sucked my oversensitive head back into her mouth. I started to fuck her lips, just as Lisa approached as well and rubbed my balls, her mouth taking turns with her friend.  I have no clue what happened next as I pumped in and out of their hot, wet caverns, delighted by the wet sounds of their administrations, their moans, my sobs… Finally, I felt the fire released like a slingshot from the center of the spiral- travelling from my tight balls up the length of my cock fucking the two mouths, getting ready to ejaculate as never before.

“Oh fuck, oh, shit…I’m cuming…oh Gosh….holy fuck….” The rest was nothing but a heady conglomerate of sobs, screams, color, and painful bliss, as I threw back my head, and felt tears being squeezed from my eyes, while fireworks of the purest color danced behind my closed lids. 

The girls, and really, I had no clue who ended up with the golden shot, drank me clean and milked me dry, moaning, and almost purring.  When I was able to feel again, I felt two tongues cleaning me off lovingly.  Once again, I reached for Mona.  She got up and bent over me as I guided her face toward me, making her kiss me yet again.   I tasted myself on her, and was amazed to find that instead of going down, my dick once again grew right away.

“My, my, my- dear friend.  You’re in some kind of shape…” Lisa giggled against me, her hair teasing my thighs…

“What about you girls?  I mean, you’re champs at taking care of me…but…” I reached down and traced Mona’s thong which was soaking wet.  “It seems like you two need to get your reward, too.”

Making my point, I pushed the material aside, allowing my fingers to glide against the slick folds, parting them, finding her swollen love canal.  Her eyes closed and she moaned, squeezing my fingers tightly.  Lisa watched us, her hand travelling down her belly and between her legs, and while one hand played with her nipples, she found her cunt, and stroked herself.  Mona reached out and pulled her friends head closer, kissing the girl while her hip undulated against my hand.

Minutes later, the scene had shifted once again.  Lisa had led Mona over to the bed, and, almost as an afterthought, my mysterious friend grabbed my hand and pulled me along.  I was on autopilot, feeling as if everything was happening to someone else and I was in some odd spectator position.  Having some sort of out of body experience while still being able to have the most amazing sensations. This definitely was unlike any other sexual encounter I had ever had- and certainly more than I had ever dreamed this could be. 

Lisa was on her back, and Mona leaned over her, kissing her friend on the lips, before travelling down the sinewy neck, the sensual dip in her throat, fondling and squeezing her breast with one hand, while attending to the tightening nipple with her mouth, biting, licking, teasing the tip, causing Lisa to writhe on the satin sheets.  As I sat on the bed, I started to play with Lisa’s breasts when Mona continued her journey down the luscious body.   My eyes stayed glued to her mouth as she kissed and nipped at her friend’s glowing skin, approaching the dripping pussy. 

Lisa’s legs were propped up and spread, and I caressed her thighs, watching the goosebumps decorate her legs, as Mona spread her open with her fingers, dipping into the honey, causing her friend to cry out softly.

“There you go. Come on, show him how to please a girl. Eat my pussy…”  Mona complied and while I watched her tongue lick between the dark, wet folds, then find the clit and suck  and play with it, Lisa reached out for my awakened dick again, causing me to jerk against her.  Holy fuck!

Mona was on all fours now between her friend’s leg, and I could not tear myself away from the view of her sweet ass.  It was so tempting that, after allowing Lisa to suckle me for just a bit, teasing me with her tongue and lips, I changed position and went behind Mona.  I rubbed her back and then her gorgeous, round ass.   Both girls were moaning now, and I was fully aware of the fact that Lisa was approaching her climax.  I had never seen girls in real life eating each other- and obviously, it was true that women knew what they liked.  The vision of Mona’s little tongue disappearing into the dripping cunt before her caused me to almost cum again myself. 

Once more, I grabbed the now soaked material of Mona’s thong and while I fingered her gently at first, grabbed it and pulled- ripping it off her. 

“Let me see what you eating out your friend does.  Oh my…you are so swollen…dripping out…you like it?  Is she sweet?”

Mona simply moaned her yes, causing Lisa to cry out. “Oh God…come on, use your hand as well…I’m so close….”

That was it.   All my resolutions about not fucking either of them were close to being pushed out the window.  Fascinated, I watched, as a pink hue spread across Lisa’s body and face.  Her head was thrown back, her hips coming off the bed as she started to wail, then cry out, her body starting to convulse.  Mona’s hands were holding her friends ass as she drank her, still fucking her with her tongue. 

I backed off, finding my pants… Maybe I should leave… Maybe…

I looked over at the girls and Mona had once again come up over Lisa, who was coming down from her climax.  Lisa grabbed my girls head and they kissed, as I watched Lisa’s hands rubbing over Mona’s glistening body. 

Changing position once again, Mona rose on her knees, while Lisa turned, coming to lay under her. “Come here, you little slut.  I know you are ready to go off like a fire-cracker. And your friend already took those thongs off…now be a good girl and feed me that honey…”

Mona lowered herself onto her friends face, and started to fuck her mouth, gyrating against her  while she threw her head back, reaching for her breasts, rubbing them, massaging then, pinching her nipples.

“Fuck…shit..oh yeah…eat that pussy…”  Suddenly she opened her eyes and I captured her with my gaze.  Surprise registered in her eyes as her gaze dropped to my pants in my hands.

“Come here…please…holy shit…..” I saw her swallowing hard, as her friend grabbed her ass, spreading her, exposing that tight snatch to her treatments.

Oh, God- this was too much.  I was turned on, I was close to losing it, and there was another emotions rushing through me as I watched the dark beauty suck my little masked princess, making her shudder, painting her body in diamond beads of sweat and ruby hue. 

Envy… Jealousy

It was madness.  There was no place for this- and yet I could not help it.  Against all rational explanation, it made me almost mad to see the girl I considered mine being brought to climax by the other woman. 

Reaching into my pants I found what I had been looking for.  The decision was reached without even having to think.  I ripped the condom package open and sheathed my throbbing cock, watching Mona’s eyes widen as I strutted toward her. 

“Get down, I’m gonna fuck that cunt, and I’m gonna make you cum.  And you never gonna forget this…not ever…”

Lisa chuckled and sat up. “My, my, my…. Mona, my friend. Seems like your friend has a possessive streak.  How cute…”

Having arrived at the bed, I stared at Mona, my eyes locking with hers.  I could see the question in her sapphire orbs, then she blinked and smiled in an almost sweet way. She reached out, grabbing my neck, pulling me close, kissing me, her tongue stroking me deep and passionately.  In what must have been slow motion, she turned, and got on her hands and knees.  My hands travelled from her sexy, sinful shoes, up her stocking clad calves, to her thighs, and that amazing ass once more.

“You wanted me, now fuck me…show me what you got…” Her voice was deep enough to be trapped forever. 

I gripped my dick and teased her slick, pouting opening with the heated head, causing her to shiver and moan.  Lisa had come to sit on the bed next to her, and reached down, playing with her breasts, tweaking the nipples, pulling on them as she bent forward, kissing Mona. 

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I entered the tight sheath before me, and trembled as the heat of her entrance scalded me, body and soul.  I felt Mona tensing and she glanced back at me.

“Oh shit! You’re so fucking huge….Give it to me, Daddy…I wanna feel all of you…”

Holding my breath, I pulled back, gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them, almost dying at the sight of her lubricated pussy, her juices on my cock, and running  down her thigh now…

When I surged forward she cried out and dipped onto her elbows.

“Are you ok?” I stilled… She was so fucking tight, so hot,  I almost thought I’d pass out. 

“Oh shit….holy shit….yeah…fuck me…don’t stop…so good….”

Ok, that’s all I needed.  Everything else stopped to exist, but the intense pleasure I found inside her tightness.  Pulling back she held still, and when I reentered her in one clean stroke, she met me fiercely, making me fill her completely.  Shuddering, I clenched my teeth, determined to make this last.  This was totally against anything I had planned, and anything I normally did. Well, that last thought was ridiculous anyway, as nothing about this night was even close to anything I normally did.  Fucking strangers was against all my rules…but then again… Not my fault, seeing her being pleasured by the other girl had awakened some odd instinct of me wanting to be the one showing her paradise. 

Trying to go slow was out of the question.  After a few measured strokes I fucked her hard and deep, causing her to shiver and moan with ever thrust, even as she met me strong and determined. 

“Fuck …I’m so close…so fucking close….”  I felt her tightening around me as she whimpered, and sounded as if she was close to crying. 

“Girl, you’re so frigging tight…your cunt is like heaven….so hot…fuck…”

Reaching around I felt for her clit- finding it hard and turgid, drenched from her juices.  Lightening flashed through me as I felt myself pummeling her little cunt.  This was it- she better be there…as I was not about to last another moment.

When I felt her freezing and shivering, heard her little meowing sound transform into a scream, I already started to see the stars explode and be reborn behind my eyes as well. 

“I’m fucking cuming hard….oh shit….” The rest was a scream which was swallowed up by the firework erupting inside as I came with a force so incredible it literally took my breath away and rendered me dizzy as my body jerked against her own convulsions, my ejaculation painful in its potency. 

I have no idea how long it took for me to calm down.  I had sunk against her as both of us rode the waves of oblivion.  Every time I thought I was done, her body tensed and tightened against my sensitive dick, making it jump and convulse again.

We sank onto the bed, me still inside her body, holding her close, trembling against each other. When the world stopped spinning and the virtual snowflakes before my eyes stopped their mad dance, I looked around and noticed something , someone, missing….

“Hey, I think we must have scared your friend off…”  My voice sounded scratchy, strange.

She looked around, surprised. “Well, I be damned…weird. Oh well….”

 Reluctantly, I pulled from her body, making sure to hold the condom in place as to not cause any accidents.  Slight paranoia about some girl trying to get herself knocked up rose, but I swallowed it down.  Not like she asked me to do it with her.  I got crazy when I saw her friend almost taking her all the way, when I wanted to trick her myself.  What the hell was all that about?

I discarded the condom and took care of myself, then grabbed a wet washcloth and some tissues.  On my way out, I managed to slip back into a robe I found, then headed back in, handing the tissues and cloth to her- to Mona.   Weird to think of her as Mona.  And most likely it was not her real name.  Not that I cared, of course. 

Thanking me for the tissues, she rose and disappeared into the bathroom after giving me an insecure smile.  Well, this was uncomfortable… I had no idea what the protocol was for this… Did we have drinks now? A conversation? Shake hands and part ways?

So, it was nice to have this threesome.  And the fuck was great, too.  How ‘bout that hot weather we’ve been heaving… And those oil-prices…

Mona returned and reached for her robe. She seemed as uncomfortable with this as I felt.  Well, good, maybe that meant she had not done this too often, either.  I hoped so, at least.  I could have asked…but then, how to approach that topic?

So, you come here often, eating pussy and being fucked by strangers?

“Hey, you know what? I’m gonna leave and find ah…Lisa.  I be right back, ok? Make yourself comfy- have a drink.”

Slowly, she sauntered to the door then, reaching out to the handle, seemed to hesitate.  Turning quickly, she approached me, reaching out, pulling me closer.  Her kiss tasted of goodbye and of  something else I could not name.  I felt her hand brush over my robe…then she squeezed my hand and quickly left the room.

Ok, this was all too weird and my head started to pound.  I felt as if I was suffocating.  It was definitely time to hightail out of here.

What? Now you are chicken?  After you wallowed in every possible sin without second thought earlier?

Well, yeah.  Now that my brain was online again, I figured it was a good time to leave.

Looking around, I spotted a pad of paper and a pen.  So nice of Madame X to leave utensils for regular human contacts around.  That almost made this place like a nice little hotel…almost.

Thank you for an unforgettable night. You, princess, will forever be in my dreams.  My thanks to your friend as well.

I hesitated.  What they hell- why did it seem so odd to not sign my name?  She had never asked- and it was not expected to give it.  And yet, I felt as if I owed her.

Ok, stupid. Don’t go overboard.  The point of an anonymous fuck buddy is anonymity, you dummy. 

I signed one letter.  Yeah- that was perfect.  What would one letter hurt?

Discarding my robe, I hurriedly pulled on my clothes, praying the girls would not return, witnessing my attempt to escape into safety and sanity.  Something fell from the robe and I bent to pick up the small object.  It was a matchbox case- like the one David had shown me: golden with black letters: XXX – How fitting.  I turned it and froze:

ThanX  <3

Seemed she also had a similar idea, and suddenly it dawned on me that I needed not to hurry as she more than likely would not return to this room, either.  Not, until I was gone, anyway. 

One more glance, before I left the den of sin and delight behind as the closing of the door echoed like a bell tolling the end of an era in my mind.

XXXXXXX

“I thought you are gone?”

“I told you, I almost was. I have to stop by my laywer’s real quick, and then I’m gone.”

“So, are you serious about not going back to the triple X?”

I stared at the matches in my hand.  It was so tempting.  But no- I had to try and make a clean break.  The tour would help.  Hopefully, the dreams would ease up… Actually, it was fairly easy to not dream as sleep had been not forthcoming lately.  Too much pressure and too much adrenaline before the tour.  So- dreams were not all that threatening. The problem was how would I stop the visions appearing before my eyes while I was awake?  When I imagined I saw her around every corner, smelled her perfume on every breeze gliding by?

“Not for a while…maybe never…”

“Shit- you must have had quite an experience.  You never really said what happened?  Did you get to fuck the little cutie?”

And then some…

“You know I’m a gentleman.  I don’t kiss and tell…”

“Oh, you kissed her, too?  Which set of lips?”

I blushed and giggled.

“Wouldn’t you wanna know…”

“You’re such a tease, Jackson.”

I laughed.  “Yeah, so?  I’ll catch you when I get back, ‘kay, David?”

We said our goodbyes and I walked into the elevator to John’s office.  His secretary, Helen, smiled up at me, informing me he was with another client, but would be with me shortly.  Sighing and slightly annoyed that he left me waiting, I grabbed a magazine.

Lisa Marie still hot and heavy with penniless musician Danny K.- Will the Princess of Graceland marry her Pauper?

I stared at the headline.  Wow, Lisa Marie was getting married?  That was odd…I thought her mother was oh so protective of her? Flipping to the main article one of the photographs caught my eye.  I frowned, backed up, then brought the page closer.  Those lips… No, I was surely imagining things.  My fingers covered her eyes, checking out what she would look like with her face partially hidden.  Obviously, I was losing it… I really had to get a grip on reality! Like Lisa Marie Presley would ever…

The sound of voices interrupted my train of thought.  Seemed, John was finally getting rid of his other client.  About time- I had a plane to Rome to catch.  Once again, my eyes narrowed.  My ears had detected a voice…dark, smooth… a woman’s voice.  My woman’s voice…

Mike, you really need to get yourself together.  She is not here. And she is not Elvis Presley’s daughter. 

The door opened and John Branca appeared at the door, which he held open for a slight, petite girl dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, her hair carelessly tied back in a messy pony tail.  I caught her profile, took in the behind outlined in the tight jeans, caught a familiar scent.

Holy shit! I was definitely not imagining this.  The girl entering the room, barely paying me any mind, and with a sullen pout on her lips was none other than the young lady I had just been reading about.  And if I was not mistaken… No, I had to be.  There was simply no way.  Yes, there was a resemblance, but…

“Ok, Lisa- please.  Remember what I said: your mother can’t force you into this if you don’t want to.  You… Oh, hey Mike.”

I had jumped up from my seat without intending to.  All I could do was stare at Lisa Marie Presley in the flesh, who had donned on her shades, but was now looking straight at me.

My knees felt like butter.

Oh, holy shit! What if she recognized me?  Swallowing, I tried to remember what I wore.  Oh yeah, fedora, hair tied back, sunshades. Some lipstick, having  come from last minute rehearsals.  I never wore any make up in the club, so I should be good.  Unless…maybe her not seeing my eyes was too similar to a mask.  Crap…

Lisa still stared at me, then, looking at John, she said, “Look, all I know is that this is bull.  I know you’re her lawyer, but I need help with this.  I see you’re busy, but I’m not done trying to get you on my side.”

“Lisa, there are no sides…you know…”

“Yeah, whatever.” She turned to me. “Hey-  I don’t wanna be rude, but you’re Michael Jackson, obviously. Don’t know if you remember me, but we met a long time ago when my Dad brought me to see you and your brothers. I’m Lisa Presley.”

Lisa.

Fucking hell! Could she not just have ignored me? Then again…I know I would have hated that as well.  Some crazy part of me even wanted her to catch on.  Even as I was shaking in my loafers that she would.

“Oh, yeah, hi…” I gave her my best high voice and my weakest handshake.  Maybe that would do the trick.  Also, I took my shades off.  God- she was so pretty.  No, gorgeous…  And that was definitely the same perfume I remembered.  The lips that were stamped into my memory…Butterflies went stir-crazy inside my belly.

This was nothing- just the fear of being found out.  Oh  God- why of all the people in this cesspool of a city did I have to have an anonymous threesome with Lisa Marie Presley? Talk about hysterically ironic.   How funny I had called her my princess in my delusional mind.  And even funnier that she was part of Mona-Lisa. 

Lisa reached up and removed her shades, dazzling me with her sparkling blue eyes as she tried to read me, her brow furrowed.

“Okay….So, I don’t wanna exhaust you with all that talking you do- so you and John have a nice meeting.  See y’a around,…maybe… John- I”ll be calling you.”

John giggled and she turned, heading to the exit.

That’s it- she’s almost outa here.  Just a couple of steps more.  You dodged the bullet, you lucky dog.  Just shut up one more second… You can go on with your life any minute now.

“Lisa Marie- Lisa…wait…” The door had already shut behind her, but no, who was I to let such a divine hint stop me. Leaving an astonished John behind me, I darted after her, catching her at the elevator, which she had already entered.  I called out to her again, and she looked up in a strangely startled way. That’s right- I used my real voice this time.  A voice she should know.

I caught the door just in time.

“Lisa- sorry. I thought you dropped something. Here. -See y’a.”

With that, I stepped back, allowing the door to close.  I heard the sound indicating the elevator was on its way down.  Taking a deep breath, I felt as if I had surfaced from a deep dive, and I returned to John’s office.

Making my apologies for my erratic behavior, I made it over to his window.  Maybe I would see her … maybe there was a small chance… Oh, God! What was my problem? What crazy demons were riding me?  Why…?  The getaway had been clear- and I had decided to make myself trip up.  On purpose. Who did something stupid like that?

Only a fool…

John had started to pull the documents I was here to sign out and laid them on the table.  I know he called my name, but I was too entranced by the small woman exiting the building.  When she stopped, I knew what her next move would be.  She seemed to stare at something in her hand, then up to the window I was hiding behind.  I hoped the glare of the sun would conceal me, anyway.

Lisa Marie shook her hand and stepped up to the car waiting to pick her up.  One more time, she looked at her hand- and without being able to detect the small object, I knew she recognized the gold paper with the black letters:  XXX

And sure as shit she would recognize her own handwriting, thanking her mysterious lover. 

That’s it, Princess. You hold on to that for me.  Till we meet again. Because, make no mistake, we will meet again. 

With a slight smile and sudden confidence in the future, I turned back to John.  Suddenly, I could simply not wait for the tour to start. The sooner it would start, the sooner it would end.  There was a new challenge awaiting me, a mystery longing to be solved.  And I was just the man to tackle the Sphinx and win the key to the kingdom.  It would be crazy, and it would be dangerous.  So, basically, I was the right man for the right task.

Smiling broadly now, I turned my attention back to John, ready to meet the future head on.

THE END

 

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