The Pleasure Room

by Simmons, D. N.

  “Excellent.” Alistair ran the tip of his cock along her bottom lip before slipping inside her. He moaned as her tongue ran along his shaft. Felicity applied all of the skills he'd taught her on him and he trembled and gasped with each tentative caress, suction, vocal sensation she dealt him. He tilted his head back, eyes closed and moaning, relishing in the pleasure when Felicity's cell phone began to ring. They both ignored the ringing the first time, the caller hanging up. Then her cell began ringing again, which made Alistair curious as to who was trying to contact Felicity so earnestly. When they hung up, but called again, he growled in frustration, pulling his cock from her mouth and walked over to her pants, picking them up and removing the phone. He looked at the caller ID. “Who's Allison?”

  “My best friend,” Felicity said, growing worried. “I need to answer that.”

  “You know I don't like interruptions. Just this once, since this call seems so urgent.” Giving in, he walked back to Felicity putting the phone to her ear.

  “Allison, wha—wait, what?” Felicity said, her eyebrows creased with confusion and worry. “Oh my God, are you okay?!” She looked up at Alistair, “Get me out of this thing!”

  Alistair's eyebrows creased.“What's wrong?” he asked, genuinely worried if she was.

  “Red! Red! Get me out of here!” She exclaimed.

  Immediately, he released her from the contraption, freeing her hands. She took the cell from him and he went into the bathroom and quickly returned with a soapy, wet towel for her.

  “Allison, where are you at now?” Felicity asked, as Alistair cleaned her face off. “Okay, stay there, it's a public place, I'm on my way. Do not go anywhere.... I know, I'm going to call him right now.” She ended that call and started dialing another number.

  “Felicity what's wrong?” Alistair asked.

  “We need to get dressed right now, I'll explain later. Please Alistair, just get dressed we have to go.”

  Alistair frowned, but didn't argue. He went to his bedroom, dressing quickly. Felicity couldn't reach Jason and she tried five times in the time it took for her to put her work outfit back on. Alistair came back into the Pleasure Room, but Felicity grabbed his arm and dragged him along with her towards the front door.

  “We have to pick up my friend, Allison. She's in danger and so am I!” Felicity said.

  Alistair kept stride with her easily as they left the mansion, heading for his car. He slid behind the wheel and Felicity sat beside him and looked around nervously. He gave her another worried glance before turning on the ignition and shifting the car into gear.

  “You want to tell me where I'm driving to?” he asked as he pulled out of the driveway.

  “The Hyde Park movie theater, she's there. I told her I'd call her as soon as I got there,” Felicity said.

  “Where is this theater at?”

  Felicity gave him the address. “Please hurry.”

  Alistair increased his speed, not too much as he didn't want to be pulled over by the police. He tossed another concerned glance at her. “Now would be the perfect time to tell me what's going on, Felicity.”

  “The mayor is trying to kill us, that's what's going on!” she said, terrified and shocked by the revelation.

  “What? Why?” Alistair asked, his eyebrows furrowed in his confusion.

  “Because Allison and I found out that he's been cheating on his wife and we were going to write a story about it for the Chicago Word,” Felicity said. “I don't even know how he found out about it.”

  “How did you find out he was cheating?”

  “Take the truth with you to your grave” Allison's words to her reemerged. Did she tell Alistair the truth or the “truth” they came up with? As she turned to look at him, seeing the man she loved willing to go the distance with her, she realized she couldn't lie. Not to him. “Look, my name isn't Felicity Davenport, it's Felicity Summers.”

  Alistair looked even more confused. “What? What in the hell are you talking about?”

  “Just listen!” she exclaimed.

  Alistair steered the car onto the expressway, but remained silent, waiting.

  “I joined your club because a source of mine, a source I can't seem to get in contact with right now, gave me information about Mayor Dwight Goldberg frequenting that location to have rendezvous with another woman.” Felicity paused.

  She hoped she wasn't making the biggest mistake of her life. Already she could see the expression on Alistair's face change from confused to angry, his jaw tightening as he stared forward. To his credit, he was still staying quiet.

  She continued. “I lied to Gregory to get him to take me there, told him I was interested in the lifestyle.”

  “Did he know your real name?” Alistair asked, unable to stay silent any longer. He had questions that needed answers and now.

  Felicity remembered the promise she made to Gregory. He'd given her too much for her to throw him under the bus. If she was going to tell one lie tonight, it would be to benefit him, not her. “No. I told him my name was Felicity Davenport. He really thought he was just helping me.”

  “Go on,” he said.

  “So I came to your club trying to catch the mayor in the act of cheating. But he never came into the main dungeon.”

  “How, peculiar. I wonder why he wouldn't want to be seen by all the other members in a BDSM sex club?” Alistair said sarcastically, his voice laced with venom.

  Felicity felt her heart sink. The last person she ever wanted to hurt was Alistair. “I'm so sor--”

  “--What else,” he interjected. “I want to know everything, Felicity.”

  “I wanted to make something of myself. I wanted to help my best friend Allison rise with me. We were going to write the story together, that was the plan. Allison was able to get the high-tech surveillance equipment, and I was going to infiltrate the club. But I didn't expect to meet you, I swear. You were never a part of my plans. Me enjoying the lifestyle was never in the cards either. It all took me by surprise. I got so wrapped up with my new life...with you, that I had all but forgotten about trying to derail the mayor's second campaign.”

  “Oh, God, it just gets worse,” Alistair commented. “So what rekindled your ambition to destroy a man's life?”

  Felicity couldn't stop the tears that began to flow from her eyes. “I swear I never wanted to hurt you.”

  “Didn't you?” Alistair asked, tossing her an angry look. “You had to know that exposing the mayor would also mean exposing me! My reputation! The integrity of my club!”

  “No, I swear! I didn't even mention your club! I never intended to,” Felicity said in her defense.

  “Jesus bloody Christ, Felicity!” Alistair cursed.

  “I know, I'm sorry!” she cried.

  “How in the bloody hell were you even able to write the story. Did you make something up?”

  “No, my source was connected to Dwight's Dominatrix. She was willing to work with me by recording one of their sessions.”

  Alistair's mouth dropped open, he ran a hand over his face, covering his mouth as he was at a loss for words. How a Dominant could betray her sub's confidence was beyond him. It was unfathomable, a complete violation of trust between the two. In his mounting rage, he continued to steer the car at fast speeds towards the south side of the city, but keeping an eye out for patrol cars along the way.

  Felicity continued. “You... you asked me what kept me motivated. I... I almost didn't go through with it.”

  “So why did you?” he asked. Felicity could tell by the tremble in his tone, he was hurt and enraged at the same time.

  “Because Dwight needs to be out of office. He's drunk on his own power and destroying the lives of hard working, struggling people like me and my friends and countless others. But his pockets are deep and his connections—strong. We needed something big to ruin his chances of staying in office.”

  “Most politicians are like him.”

  “Most people don't have the ammunition they need to get r
id of them. I almost didn't. But then I did.”

  “And just how much of your rebellion was for the benefit of mankind and not for your own selfish ambitions?” Alistair shot back.

  Felicity was silent.

  “Answer me!” Alistair barked.

  Felicity jumped, surprised by his rage. “Believe it or not, Alistair, it was something you told me that put things into perspective. You said people who know themselves, who know what they want out of life make it happen. They put things into motion.”

  Alistair chuckled harshly, thinking about his words. “I did say that, didn't I?”

  “It made me think.”

  “Although, I don't recall saying step on everyone's fingers on your way up the ladder.”

  “Fuck, Alistair! Damn it! You weren't supposed to be caught up in any of this. Like you said, no one in the club ever saw Dwight there. I didn't even mention that it was a club he was at. I don't even know who his Dominatrix is.”

  “So you actually have the footage? How did that happen, both he and I scan that room for bugs and such devices before he enters?” Alistair asked.

  “She wanted to be done with him. Apparently, he's been making threats and demands, scaring her and she was hoping this exposure would force him to leave her alone. That it would be so public, she would be safe from his retribution if she tried to leave him.”

  Alistair growled, actually growled in frustration over Dwight's Dominatrix's behavior.

  “What?” Felicity asked. She'd never heard him growl like that before, but she really liked it. He really is in your system, isn't he? that subconscious voice asked. Yes, and I want him to stay, she answered. She forced herself to stay on track, now was not the time to give into her base desires.

  “His Dominatrix. Her behavior is deplorable. She completely destroyed the trust they'd built between them. Granted, it's not the same thing that we had... but it was a betrayal, nonetheless,” Alistair said. “Why didn't she come to me, I could have facilitated a change if she was too afraid to do it herself?” He had no idea the mayor had forced her into a position she didn't think she could get out of short of breaking one of their golden rules.

  His words stung Felicity deeper than she ever thought they would. “It's not the same thing we had...” Past tense. As in he never wanted to see her again. Fresh tears began to pour from her eyes and she actually began to hyperventilate as she felt her heart breaking.

  Alistair looked over at her, seeing her panic, the tears flowing from her redden eyes, and his anger began to subside. His features softened as his expression became one of regret and concern as he watched her inner turmoil. It was painful for him to see her in such a miserable state. “Felicity, calm down, you have to start breathing slowly. Come on...” He took hold of her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Breathe with me.” He began to breathe normally, coaxing her to do the same. “That's it... slowly, regain control.” He darted glances at her, checking her progress as he maintain his focus on the road.

  “I swear, Alistair... I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to betray you. I was supposed to lie to you, did you know that?” she asked, tears still streaming, staining her red cheeks. She wiped at them with the back of her other hand.

  “What were you going to tell me?” he asked in a calm voice.

  “I was supposed to tell you the same lie I told my editor. That the footage came to me anonymously and I ran with it.”

  In spite of the circumstances, Alistair stifled a chuckle. “That was actually a very good lie. Why didn't you use it?”

  “Because I believe in us, in what we have... of what we could have. I didn't want to lie to you. You can't build a relationship on that.” Another round of fresh tears poured from her eyes. “My friend Allison told me to take the truth with me to my grave if I ever wanted to be with you... Looks like she was right,” Felicity said, brokenheartedly, her voice cracking mid-sentence.

  Alistair looked at her, this time he didn't say anything. After a little more driving in silence, he pulled up in front of the Hyde Park movie theater and Felicity climbed out, seeing Allison sitting in the lobby. She ran inside and hugged her friend as Alistair watched the two women from the car through the huge glass windows.

  “Oh my God, what happened?” Felicity said, seeing the scratches, cuts and bruises on Allison's face, legs and arms.

  “I had to fight my ass off to get away from two dirty cops, at least I think they were cops. We need someplace safe to go,” Allison said.

  “Come on.” Felicity led her out of the theater and into Alistair's Maserati.

  “Hi, and thank you so much for coming to get me,” Allison said after climbing into the backseat.

  “No problem,” Alistair replied. He watched as Felicity slid back into the passenger side.

  “Is he the guy?” Allison asked Felicity.

  “Yes, Allie, this is him.”

  “Good lord, you weren't lying when you said he was gorgeous.” Allison had to give Felicity credit, she really knew how to pick them.

  Alistair tossed Allison a glance through the rear-view mirror, smirking slightly at the compliment. He shifted the car into gear and headed back to his home. “Are you all right?” he asked concerned after seeing her battered face.

  “I am for the moment, but if we don't find a way to save our asses, none of us will be all right for long,” Allison said.

  “That's what I need to know. Now that you're both in the car, maybe you could shed some light on what's going on?” He looked at Allison again in the mirror.

  “That son of a bitch, ass motherfucking editor of ours told the mayor's murdering ass about us,” Allison blurted out.

  Alistair raised an eyebrow at the string of obscenities that poured from her mouth.

  “What?” Felicity asked, obviously used to Allison's language. “That bastard!”

  “Girl, I had sent him the proof you told me to send him. I kid you the fuck not, about an hour and a half after I sent those photos and video, two dirty-ass cops come knocking on my door talking about they need to ask me some questions. I was like, 'about what?' and they were all secretive and didn't want to say shit, just wanted to come inside. So I was like fuck that, I ain't got time for dirty ass cops. I told them to come back with a warrant if they wanted access into my apartment. When I tried to close the door, they reached inside and grabbed me. I fought, but one of them held me down while the other searched my apartment. Totally trashed it, that's okay though, 'cause I got their fucking badge numbers.”

  “Oh God, I'm so happy you're alive,” Felicity said, exhaling a deep breath she didn't even know she was holding in. “They were looking for our proof?”

  Allison looked at Alistair. “How much does he know?”

  Felicity sighed. “Everything.”

  Allison cocked an eyebrow. “Everything, everything?”

  Felicity thought it best to guide Allison in the right direction on this. “He knows my real name. He knows that Dwight's Dominatrix and I worked together and that the footage wasn't sent to me without me knowing its origins. Everything.” She prayed that their close relationship would mean that Allison was picking up on her signals to leave Gregory out of it.

  Allison nodded, catching on. “Okay, you really came clean. I told you not too. I can tell by the look on his face, he's pissed. Even from the back seat, that shit is palpable, I can taste it. Rage... it's bitter.”

  Alistair huffed his annoyance at being the topic of discussion while sitting in the middle of it. “How about we leave me out of it for now and you continue with your story, like how did you get away from them?”

  “That's that Dom in him, ain't it?” Allison asked Felicity.

  Felicity half laughed and half cried, but she nodded. “Go on, Allie.”

  Allison wasn't the least bit thrilled to see her friend so upset. Still, more important things to discuss at the moment than Felicity's love life.

  “Like I said, they were trashing my damn apartment looking for the origina
l video file and any pictures I may have made. His partner kept holding me as I struggled and I knew they were going to kill my ass the moment they thought they found what there were looking for. They told me they already killed the mayor's mistress. That's why I told you to call your source. I knew we were next, especially since I'd seen their faces, badges and shit. I've watched enough movies to know that some of that shit you see is real. So, I got clever fast as hell. Told them I had a file with more pictures and a jump drive with more footage in my bedroom. I said I'd give it to them if they let me live.”

  “Did you?” Felicity asked.

  “I don't have any hard copies of the video, but I do have that shit in my Google Drive. I can access it anywhere. They didn't know that, though. I managed to convince them to let me find the stuff for them. They both followed me into my bedroom. I went into my drawer by the window where I keep my unmentionables. I started tossing them around the room pretending that I was looking for the jump drive. I was like: 'Here it is!' and I turned around got one of the cops with my Taser. The other guy attacked me, that's how I got this black eye. We fought and I mean, we fought like two hungry dogs over a bone. I'm talking about scratching, biting, hitting. I grabbed his nuts and squeezed those wrinkly motherfuckers like lemons.”

  “Sheesh,” Alistair hissed, imagining the pain of having his nuts wring out by a desperate and enraged woman fearing for her life.

  “If I could have ripped them off, I would have,” Allison said. “That move gave me enough time to get my ass out of there. I ran my ass off. My track and field past really came in handy. I almost got hit by this car that served to avoid me. But I ran and just kept running until I got someplace where there was a lot of people.”

  “That was resourceful,” Alistair commented, admiring Allison's survival skills.

  “I'm so happy you're alive. This is all my fault--” Felicity said, feeling guilty.

  “--Just wait right there. This isn't all your fault. I had my name on that story, too. Besides, this is all that asshole's fault. If he wasn't a greedy fucking cheat with a God complex the size of Texas, none of this would be happening. It's obvious he needs to be exposed about a lot of shit he's doing that's shady,” Allison said.