The Pleasure Room

by Simmons, D. N.

  “Ah, yes. I do need that proof to come to me anonymously.”' Felicity nodded. “We take the story to the editor and only him. Let him know we do have the info to prove it. He publishes it and we see our positions rise. I deal with my boyfriend later... much later. He doesn't have to know it was me right away.”

  “No he doesn't.” Allison said. “besides, it's not like you knew it was his club the guy was at, right?”

  Felicity nodded absently as she thought about it.

  “Felicity, that's the part you need to take to the grave with your ass. That you didn't know the footage came from his club since someone mailed it to you,” Allison stated. “I know you don't want to. But it's a small lie that you need to hold on to if you don't want to ruin your relationship.”

  “I know, I know. I get it. He's just such a great guy. You'll see once you meet him.” Felicity smiled , thinking about Alistair.

  “Oh, I bet. His dick must be magnificent. I mean, it's got to be legendary, Hall-of-Fame bound and Guinness Book of World Records all rolled up in one. Your nose is open wide enough to push the planet Saturn through,” Allison taunted. “He's got your ass cock-slapped.” She busted out with laughter.

  Felicity flipped her the middle finger. “You're a bitch, and I need you to know that,” she remarked, then she frowned, confused. “What the hell is 'cock-slapped' anyway?”

  “The female version of 'pussy-whipped',” Allison said.

  “Oh, fuck you!” Felicity shooed her away and turned around to her desk.

  Allison continued to laugh as she returned to her own work.

  ~*~

  Throughout the rest of the day, Felicity was nervous and teetering on the edge of bailing out. Every time she thought about giving up, she thought about what Allison had said. If she was willing to tell one white lie and hold on to it for dear life, she could make it work. She could be someone important in her field and keep the man of her dreams by her side. Allison gave her a hug and a few whispered words of encouragement before they'd parted their ways. It was all going to be on her tonight. She had to make sure she was available during her window of opportunity. If she wasn't. That would be it. A part of her wanted it to fail and for it not to be her fault. The other part of her felt like she was punking out. How can she expect to make it as a serious investigative reporter and not take a risk? Not be willing to make the hard decisions.

  “Get your shit together, Felicity. It'll be game time soon,” she said to herself as she drove home.

  No doubt, Alistair would have another outfit laid out for her that he'd want to see her in when she arrived at the club. Some hot little leather or vinyl number he was well versed at purchasing for her. The last time she went to the club, he wanted her to wear a leather bra top and hot pants with a zipper opening for easy entry to her crotch. She wasn't sure if he knew just how nervous the outfit made her. She wasn't too keen on having a zipper that close to her pubic hair or vagina, for that matter. Although, when he unzipped them, his face pushing between her thighs right there on the leather benches of the public dungeon, his tongue bringing her to a life-altering orgasm... well the zipper's placement cease to matter.

  “Hi, Bernard,” Felicity greeted as the butler opened the front door and stepped aside.

  “Good evening, Ms. Davenport,” Bernard said, pleasant as always.

  “Is he home?” she asked.

  “I'm sorry, ma'am, you've just missed him. He did want me to pass along a message.”

  “Okay, what is it?”

  “He wanted you to meet him at A Porterhouse Elm and wear the outfit he picked for you. Also, he did say bring a toy,” Bernard reiterated with a facial expression so calm, Felicity had no way of knowing what he thought about her or his boss' extracurricular activities.

  “All right, thank you, Bernard.” Felicity smiled then continued to make her way into The Pleasure Room to see what outfit Alistair had laid out and to pick a “toy” to play with. She entered the room and saw the outfit he wanted her to wear sitting on the leather table like always. A leather strappy harness with Velcro flaps over the breast and crotch areas. There were matching leather strappy gauntlets and heels. She picked the outfit up and looked at it.

  “Kinky bastard,” she mused with a playful grin. She went into the bathroom, prepared herself then quickly dressed. She walked over to her personal toy shelf, giving all of the objects a good look. She decided on a Hitachi vibrating massager, picking up the device and slipping it inside her purse. “I may regret this, but what the hell.”

  Before leaving, she made sure she had her lipstick camcorder and that it was fully charged. She snatched up her ID, membership card and keys and left, driving toward the club. While still en route, her cell started ringing. She looked at the caller ID and answered.

  “What's up Jason?” she greeted, slightly confused as to why he was calling. She hoped his source wasn't bailing out... like she was trying not to do. The more the other players kept their nerve, the easier it was for her to keep hers.

  “What'd I tell you about using my name?”

  “Sorry.”

  “I let it slide before, but shit's getting real, and I need you to remember the top secret code.”

  “Okay. Sorry,” Felicity said again. She couldn't understand why he was so nervous about her using his name. It wasn't as if their telephone conversations were being recorded. “I won't do it again. So, why'd you call?”

  “I just wanted to catch you before you went to the club.”

  “Why. Please tell me she's not bailing out?”

  “No. She's totally game. She thinks he's an asshole that's why she's breaking it off with him. She doesn't feel it's right to dislike your sub, ya know.”

  “Why did she become his Dominatrix anyway if she didn't like him?” Felicity couldn't help but ask. What little experience she had in the scene, she never met a Dom or Domme who didn't genuinely care for their subs.

  “Well, their relationship isn't like the others you see at the club.”

  “Oh, that's right. She gets paid to deal out the abuse. Still, there has to be some kind of connection?”

  “Yep, there is, but it's easy not to get attached when money is involved. It's a business that brings her great pleasure. I think with the mayor, though, business is going bad. From what she's told me, he was all right in the beginning. She thought he was cute, but as time passed, he's starting to cross her comfort zones and I think she's afraid he's getting too clingy and kind of repulsive.”

  Felicity's curiosity was really peaked now. “Was it sexual repulsion?”

  “Not at first. I think it's mainly personality-wise. I do know that he wants her to start doing crazy shit she doesn't normally do, not for any amount of money. She also doesn't think a man like him needs to be in office,” Jason said.

  Oh right, back to the real issue at hand. “A lot of people feel that way. That's why we're doing this.”

  “I came to you with this because I don't want her to be with a man that's starting to scare her and creep her out. You were the only person I knew of that I felt I could trust with this story,” Jason reminded.

  “I know, I didn't forget. So why did you call?”

  “My source was concerned about tonight. She wants to make sure you don't get discovered taking pictures of them. She's wants this to be as covert as possible. So she's wondering if you could just slip in and leave the camera with her.”

  “I don't think so. How can I trust her to even let it record?”

  “My source isn't a liar,” Jason snapped, obviously insulted.

  “Geez, calm down. You may trust her, but I don't even know her name. I can't even get in contact with her. What guarantee do I have that she'll even hand over the evidence?” Felicity pointed out.

  “I'm giving you my word, I'm asking you to trust me. I've been keeping my part and helping you every step of the way. I need you to do this for me, for her.”

  “I am trusting you, Ja—J, but you aren't the one I'm leaving
my camera with.”

  “True. But I'm also asking you to extend that trust to my source. She'll follow through.”

  Felicity sighed. “So let me get this straight. Between eight and nine tonight, I'm supposed to sneak into her room while she's with the mayor. Quietly place the camcorder on the floor and leave it there?”

  “Exactly. She'll discreetly pick it up and give it to me tomorrow. I'll drop it off--”

  “--Mail it instead. Mail it to the Chicago Word care of Allison Thompson.”

  “Okay, I'll do that. I won't put a return address if that's all right with you.”

  “Just make sure you have it signature confirmation. I need for someone to sign for it.”

  “I can do that,” Jason said. “So, are you cool with that plan?”

  “I don't have a choice, do I?”

  “No, not really. If you had said no, she was going to pull out.”

  “Then, yes, I'm cool with the plan,” Felicity said.

  “Good luck. Talk to you later.”

  “Talk to you later.” Felicity hung up and huffed. “His damn source is more trouble than she's worth,” she said to herself. She thought about the newest change and if all worked perfectly, she'd really be able to pull this off. She pulled into the members-only parking lot and climbed out. The cold temperatures were acutely felt under her trench coat considering her lack of clothing. She wasted little time running in her five-inch heels inside.

  By now, the employees knew exactly who she was and they were pleasant as she passed by them giving greetings. Quickly, she went upstairs towards Alistair's office, and knocked on the door.

  “Come in,” he beckoned.

  Felicity opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind her.

  Alistair looked up, smiling. “Do you have something for me?” he asked, his silky voice as sexy as ever.

  Felicity bit her bottom lip and nodded. Slowly, her fingers undid the belt around her waist, then each button. Finally, she opened her trench coat, revealing the outfit he bought for her.

  Alistair leaned back into his chair, smiling appreciatively at her as his eyes trailed over her figure. “It's even better than I'd imagined. You look... so fucking good.”

  “That's all you have to say to me? Use your ginormous library of words, you English gent and be creative,” Felicity teased.

  “Oh my, have I been too lenient with you as of late, Felicity?”

  “What?”

  “One and Two.”

  It took her a minute to grasp what he was talking about, but then it dawned on her. “Oh, no, sir. Forgive me Alistair. I forgot that this was not one of our 'date nights', sir.” Felicity said, remembering their protocol.

  “That's better. Now to answer your question, sometimes the most honest words one can use to express oneself lean more toward vulgarity,” he pointed out then rose from his chair making his way around his desk. “Did you bring a toy?”

  Felicity nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “Let me see what you picked out. I hope it isn't anything that would displease me.”

  Felicity frowned. “Why would a toy you purchased for me, by the way, displease you, sir?”

  “Because, my dear, I purchased a promising selection of toys for you from beginners to advance. You are far from your humble beginnings, so I expect your choice to reflect that,” Alistair said.

  Now Felicity was nervous. She was thinking about the pleasure aspect of the toy, not the 'pushing limits' option. Of course, what she picked out could very well be used to do both. She was hoping it was be the former, but having earned herself two infractions, she was thinking it was going to be the latter. As long as she was able to get to that secret room in time, it could all still work out.

  “I brought this.” Felicity reached into her purse, pulling out the vibrating massager still wrapped in its plastic casing.

  Alistair eyed the item and smiled. “Very good choice.”

  “Are you going to use it as my punishment, sir?” Felicity asked imploringly.

  “That all depends on you. In any case, it will be for your pleasure. I wanted to push your limits tonight. Do you think you're ready for a public scene? Not one where we enjoy ourselves in the corner, but with you bound and exposed for all to see?” Alistair asked her.

  Felicity's heart thundered inside her chest. Was she really ready to be put on display. She remembered telling him she'd never do that, but she also didn't think she'd ever have sex in public either. There was something about all of it that was so liberating. So erotic. It was almost as if her orgasms were stronger because of the added voyeurism.

  “I want an answer, Felicity.” Alistair's voice brought her back to the present. “That is your third infraction. Do you need time to answer me?”

  “Yes, sir,” Felicity said.

  “Very well. I will give you until seven o'clock.”

  Felicity looked at the clock. She had two minutes to decide if she wanted to push her limits to the next level. As she thought about the scenario, a voice came to mind. Well, not so much as the voice, but the words spoken at the time. “Oh, doubt all you want. It's in your eyes, sweetie. It's only a matter of time before he has you on that St. Andrew's cross begging to cum.” At that time, she didn't know the woman's name was Miranda and she had seen her coming a mile away. She just thought it was bullshit. But here she was, a month later, having done her fair share of begging since meeting Alistair. She was getting ready to give her consent when it dawned on her. Could she out the Mayor without outing herself?

  If you follow the plan, you can. Keep your identity, said her subconscious voice.

  Yeah, but for how long, she asked it. Fucking conscience could be one hell of a trouble-making nag, sometimes.

  If she did allow him to tie her up, would she be free by the time she had to deliver the camcorder?

  You can always say “red”, said that nagging voice.

  Yeah, but I wouldn't mean it... would I? She asked herself. After careful consideration she made her decision.

  “Yes,” she said. “Yes, sir.” She decided to do it anyway. It may even lead to her credibility that she wanted him, accepted him. It was true anyway. One of the most honest things about her.

  A slow seductive smile spread across Alistair's face. “Excellent.”

  “Are we going to do it now, sir?” Felicity asked, as she shifted from one foot to the other, feeling a bit anxious.

  “No, but it will take place tonight. Right now, I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on since I've been putting some of it off for you,” he gave her another quick smile, reassuring her that he wasn't angry about that.

  “What do you want me to do, Alistair?”

  “For now, go have fun. If you're hungry, I can have a meal sent up here for you.” He looked at her, awaiting her reply.

  She thought about it for a moment, the gnawing in her stomach gave a resounding answer. “I am hungry, sir.”

  “Look over the menu and when you decide what you want, let me know,” Alistair said, returning to his desk chair and taking a seat. He tapped a few buttons on his computer and a menu popped up on the screen. “Come over here, Felicity.”

  She did as she was told, walking towards his desk and standing behind his chair.

  “Here you are.” He pointed at the screen.

  Her eyes scanned over the limited menu. The food in the restaurant/cover section of the club was delicious but the options were skim. One thing that was to die for was the signature dish; the porterhouse steak. But she wasn't sure she wanted something that heavy on her stomach tonight. She was already feeling nervous enough to vomit as it was.

  “I'll take the shrimp chipotle salad,” she said.

  “Very good choice,” Alistair complimented. He typed a few more buttons on his keyboard. “All right, it should be ready soon. You can relax, love.”

  Felicity decided to lounge on the leather sofa and watch him as he worked. She found him so fascinating. An entrepreneur, philanthropist, int
ellect, gentleman and the sexiest, most gorgeous Dom in all the world. She loved him, she loved all of him.

  Alistair felt her gaze upon him and he looked at her. “What is on your mind?”

  “Can I speak freely, sir?” she asked.

  Alistair studied her for a few seconds then nodded. “You may.”

  “I was thinking about you and how sexy you look in your leather Dom gear,” she said, partially telling the truth. She wanted to tell him she was thinking about how much she loved him, but was too afraid the revelation would force him to slam on the brakes. She wanted this ride to go on and on.

  Alistair smirked. “So you like to see me in my 'Dom gear' as you call it?”

  Felicity nodded. “You haven't worn it since that first night in the club. I really want to see you dressed to your Dom nines.”

  Alistair belted out a hearty laugh. The sexy, masculine sound filling the room and touching Felicity in ways she hoped his hands would soon. She wanted him. No other man she'd ever known could make her feel that way. Loving Alistair made her feel complete, like she had found the missing piece to the puzzle that was her destiny.

  “Unfortunately, I will not be wearing it tonight. But if you behave, I might surprise you one day soon,” Alistair said.

  “What if I'm naughty?”

  Alistair's gaze shifted into a predatory one as his lust for her began to rise along with his cock. “I might still surprise you,” he said, his voice husky with his need. He was one second away from going to her and fucking her brains out on the sofa when there was a knock on his office door. “Who is it?” he called out.

  “Hello, sir, we have the meal you ordered,” the employee said.

  “Come in,” Alistair beckoned.

  The door opened and one of the partially dressed restaurant employees walked in carrying a tray with Felicity's salad, calorie-free fruit water and utensils. He placed the tray on the coffee table in front of the leather sofa.

  “Do you need anything else, sir?” he asked.

  “No, that will be all, thank you, Martin,” Alistair said.