When the tour was over, Stone took my hand and we walked back to the hotel, the promise of plans for the night had left my head, until Stone said he was going to take a shower before we went out. I figured it was to a club, but Stones not really a cluber and neither am I. Maybe one of our favorite bands is playing or something, I’m almost tempted to look up on my phone to see, but then think better of it and know the surprise is what Stone wants. So, I strip my clothes off and join him in the shower.
Stone finishes before me and when I emerge wrapped in a towel, I see the fishnet dress on its hanger laying on the bed, the black leather bikini, black platform knee high boots, and my neon green bob-cut wig. He’s got his maroon ‘dress pants’ on already, but nothing else and I look at him with raised brows.
“Is there a Halloween convention going on?” I ask.
Stone shakes his head minutely, walking over to me and taking my hands in his.
“I want Calico tonight. I want the real you tonight.”
The use of my old name. The way it rolls off his tongue. It causes my insides to tense instantly, and I can’t tell if it’s with excitement or fear.
“Stone,” I swallow thickly.
“I want you to forget the Lisa you’re trying to be for that town, for the weekend, and be the girl I know you’ve been hiding since you left Magnolia.”
I search his eyes, looking for any sign that this is solely just for me. Because I don’t want this to be for me, but for us.
“If you aren’t down for this-”
“Trust me…I’m the one who reaps all the benefits from this.”
His rough hand slides across my cheek as his fingers lace through my hair and he pulls me toward him a few steps.
“But we get there and it’s not cool, just tell me.”
**
I get dressed, and it didn’t take me long to feel like the old me. Looking at myself in the mirror as I did my make-up, a charge of excitement slowly filled my belly. I still didn’t know what Stone had in store for the night, but I knew I could be me, well, this side of me. Calico. I exit the bathroom and Stone takes me in. I see the spark of lust and level of turned-on I don’t think I’ve ever seen in him before, if that’s possible. Maybe I’m just thinking I see it because of how excited I am.
“Ready?” I ask, turning and holding onto the doorframe of the bathroom, lifting a leg and mocking an old school pin-up pose.
We walk hand in hand down the cobblestone streets, partiers and bars lively and loud as we pass by. I curl into Stones side, my lips pressing a kiss atop the black dress shirt covering his upper arm and he looks down at me with a smile. I can’t help but grin like a lunatic as we walk. I’m excited and well, excited. I still don’t know where we’re going, but it has to be somewhere good for my hubs to want me to wear this. People look at me, but not like I’m a freak and again it all feels so long ago that I was truly able to be me.
Stone slows his pace as we approach a building between two jumping clubs on Frenchman Street. The music thrums and people wait in lines to get in, but none of that is in front of this building. The exterior is black, with no neon lights or flashing signs to get patrons to enter the place. Rather, it almost seems vacant, and I wonder how many people pass by here not even knowing it’s here. As we get to the doors, a large man in a black suit steps in front of us, and I look at Stone to show him our I.D.’s since I didn’t bring a purse and mine’s in his wallet. Instead, he hands the man a black card. It’s not shiny like a credit card, but more matte like a business card. I don’t see writing or anything on it, but it’s given so quickly, it’s not like I had time to study it. The guy takes the card and moves aside.
“Have a good night,” he tells us as we enter.
The black door opens and we step in, another man standing at the end of a red lit hallway. Maybe this is another haunted tour or something, because this shit is legit a little creepy. Because I know Stone wants to surprise me, I don’t ask, just take his hand once more and let him lead the way. I then hear music, but maybe it’s coming from the clubs on either side? The man at the end of the hallway asks if we want to check any items before opening another set of doors and it’s like entering the gates of heaven.
“She Sells Sanctuary” by The Cult is playing, as I see a menagerie of sex. Women and men on poles, people dancing naked, waitresses dressed in leather sex suits and I inhale deeply, the scent of sex filling my lungs.
“What is this?” I ask.
“A sex club,” Stone says directly in my ear.
Purple and red lights shine, bathing the club in an odd dark light. Illuminating what wants to be seen and hiding what doesn’t. Stone tugs on my hand and I let him lead me once more, my eyes focused on the goings on rather than where he’s taking me. He stops and I nearly run into him, looking over as a gorgeous woman now leads us to one of the booths that line the walls of the space and are either under black light or purple, ours purple. We slide into the center of the u-shaped booth so we can see out to the club and she asks for our drink orders.
“Bourbon,” Stone orders and I give him a look, oh he definitely wants this night to kick off.
His arm moves over my shoulders as I lean into his body, the music is alternative and absolutely perfect for the vibe. It takes sitting here and nearly finishing half my drink before I feel like I can finally take it all in. The people that are dancing don’t work here, but rather are club-goers I’ve surmised and I can’t tell if this is a couple thing or how people get in here exactly, if single people can walk in and want sex? The patrons look like normal people, mainly older than Stone and me, but I give anyone props willing to come out and make it known.
“What do you think?” Stones voice in my ear and his breath across my skin causes me to shiver.
“I like it,” I smile, looking at him.
“You can do anything you want here,” he tells me.
“I might dance,” I shrug a shoulder. “I’m enjoying it so far.”
He gives me a wink and runs his fingers along my bare shoulder, then takes a sip of his bourbon. We sit and watch, and I like seeing the couples making contact and then I notice people leaving the main floor and walking to another area, with another doorman.
“What’s back there?”
“Theme rooms, you wanna go check it out?”
“Maybe in a little bit.”
A while later, Stone goes to use the bathroom while I continue observing the place and crowd. I like the feel of this place. People are going for it. Just living and exploring their fantasies. This is the life I know, and I feel comfortable in it. When Stone comes back to the table, he’s smiling the crinkle eyes smile which causes me to grin back.
“This song is for Calico, come on down,” I hear a voice say over the loudspeaker and my smile falls as my mouth drops open and my eyes widen.
“Go on,” he says, still smiling as he nods toward the dancefloor.
I look to see a red spotlight on a small stage with a pole in the middle. “Do You Love Me” by Nick Cave and The Badseeds comes on, a song I’ve stripped to many times before for Stone. This is what he wants, so…here comes Calico. I kiss his cheek and slide from the booth, the music thrums in time with my racing heart as I feel that adrenaline of everyone watching me that I felt when I walked out to cattle call at The Magnolia.
My feet take the steps one at a time, until my hands fold around the metal pole and I tilt my head back, remembering then I have the short wig on, which further propels me into the role of a character I once was. I close my eyes and move my body, spinning and gyrating slowly as the song builds. All the while, feeling Stone’s eyes on me. I lip sync to the words and let the music take over. My back remains to the crowd until the line “Do you love me?” and I turn to face Stone as I mouth them, dropping down slowly as I part my legs, before slithering back up. I move around the pole and small stage, looking down at the crowd around the floor and notice all eyes on me, although I’m not the only person dancing. My hands roam over
my body, really putting on a show, but it’s all for Stone, doing the moves and things I know he loves.
How did I get so lucky to have him? The man finds out I’m a whore, and marries me. I tell him I need more and he brings me to a sex club. There’s nothing on the face of this earth I could do for this man to show him how much I love and appreciate him.
I dance for him. Like it’s just us. And I know by the next few songs that play, that Stones given them to the DJ for me to dance to. The Afghan Whigs, Depeche Mode, Love and Rockets, all music I know this place probably doesn’t normally play. So, I do my dances and shoot my husband glances from across the room. On the fourth or fifth song, a woman joins me on the stage. She’s older, maybe mid-fifties, with an amazing body and spunky attitude I can tell from her dancing. She touches me and we move together, having fun and playing into the fantasy she might be having with her partner right now.
“You’re beautiful,” she says in my ear after the song and I smile. “Do you wanna come back to a room with me and my husband?”
“I’m here with my husband-”
“No, that’s okay, he can come too.”
I begin to shake my head and thank her, but she cuts me off. “We’re sitting over there,” she points and I look over my shoulder to a man who’s about her age and he waves at me. He’s an attractive guy, salt and pepper hair, and the kind of guy I usually liked at The Magnolia.
**
“What did that lady say to you?” Stone asks once I return to the booth, my lips curling around the straw as I drink the short glass of bourbon on the rocks in front of me.
“She asked us to come back to a room with her and her husband,” I say as I catch my breath from downing the liquor.
“And?” he adds.
Looking over at him, because his tone of voice is anything but casual. I see his face is displaying an expression of…tension? Like he doesn’t want me to do that.
“I said I was with my husband but thanked her.”
“You can…go back there I mean,” he says, not looking at me.
My brows furrow. “That’s not what I want,” my head shaking as I look at him confused.
Stone looks at me, his face a mask of trying to be cool with this. “But that’s what we’re here for, for you to have fun and be yourself.”
Reality comes over me in that moment. “Stone,” I state, sliding closer so he can hear me better. “I can be me with you. I’m Calico with you. I don’t want to do anything with anyone else. I miss this feel, this energy of being around sex, doesn’t mean I miss being in these situations.”
“But- it’s just…we haven’t been like we used to. I don’t want you feeling like you’re not getting enough from me.”
Oh my God. His words have me wounded to the core. My heart aching, because this is really what he thought?
I shake my head, my eyes instantly brimming with tears and I take a deep breath. “No, Stone.” I shake my head again.
I look out at the club, feeling a flood of shitty feelings and knowing that my behavior and my confessions over the last few months have led to this. He thinks he doesn’t please me enough. I thought our conversation about this, when he asked me if I wasn’t happy with where we lived, or if I wasn’t happy with him, that we resolved this.
“I see how my friends, hell- how any guy looks at you. I work and I know that any of them could have you- not that I think you would. But I let the fears control me and I get possessive and shitty,” he growls.
Hence the outside strokefest while his friend watched.
“I don’t want to lose you-”
I stop his lips with my fingers. “You won’t. I don’t want anyone else but you.”
“There’s something sick in me though that likes the way men look at you, the way my friends want you. I got hard as fuck that night at the fire, when Brent watched us. Like I wanted to fuck you in front of them, wanted them to see me make you come.”
“Me too,” I nod.
His eyes meet mine.
“I wanted them to see what you do to me. For them to be jealous that they’ve never fucked, and will never fuck like we do.”
His lips stop mine, forcing a kiss that has my legs falling open and my tongue lapping at his in an instant.
“I love you so fucking much,” he tells me, grabbing my chin and making me look at him. “I want to fuck you in front of all these people.”
I nod, wanting that too, and just about anything he wanted from me at the moment. With one more hard press of our lips, he takes my hand and we get out of the booth. We walk toward the other set of doors I saw people going into and Stone leans into tell the man at the door something, he nods and then nods again before opening the door and leading us in.
“We have a room with windows to be observed by other clients, we also can get an audience for you, and we can also record on video, stream it out on twenty-five, seventy-inch monitors located throughout the club and also make it available to stream online through our members only website and own a copy to take home.”
Stone looks at me and I nod, “All that, we want all that.”
“Very good, sir.”
The room is like a bedroom, except there’s only two walls, the other two are glass. One looks out into the hallway we’d come down, and the other is to a black room with bleacher like stacked seating. The rooms well-lit with overhead lights and the bed is a four-poster with ties and cuffs hanging from the corners, much like the one I had at The Magnolia. This one however is black with a black mattress cover and two black covered pillows. There’s a black, long, hip-high table against the window to the hall, a black leather chaise lounge by the bandstands window, and the wall opposite and ceiling is covered in mirrors. Everything looks extremely clean and I don’t feel like if a black light was turned on in here that I’d want to vomit. Looking around the room, I see cameras mounted in the corners and wonder if there are others hidden. Just then, monitors flick on in the hallway of us in the room. The shot changes and sure enough, there are plenty more cameras not visible.
“You good with this?” Stone asks, his face close to my ear as he bands his arm around my torso and pulls me into him.
I nod. “Yes, but if you want to stop at any time, I’m cool.”
His hands roam over my mid-section, grazing my breasts and my thighs. Reaching up, I remove my wig and toss it, shaking my hair out and running my hands through my long hair. His lips kiss my shoulder, nipping and licking, biting and suckling, those low moans that make me weak in the knees, emanate from his chest and rumble against my back. Lifting my arms, and reaching back, my fingers run through his loose hair, arching my back in the process. My ass teases his dick, feeling the steel grow as I move. Music begins in the room, the opening song to Nine Inch Nails- Pretty Hate Machine album and I wonder if Stone requested this too. My hips sway to the music as he continues to kiss my neck and my eyes close, but flutter open when I feel his thick, strong fingers dig into the fishnet covering my body and rip the front open along my tits. It’s then I notice the faces. The people crowding in front of the window in the hallway. Stone palms my breasts hard and I feel it between my legs as they become more dependent on his strong body behind me.
Fingers pluck at my nipples over the bikini top, sliding the barbells back and forth through the skin. I moan and tilt my head back against his shoulder, my hand dropping to reach between us, my palm gliding over the bulge along his thigh. We begin moving toward the bed, but I want to suck his dick right this minute, so I stop moving and turn to face him. His eyes are all bedroomy and molten as I make quick work of his black button-down shirt, sending it to the floor before undoing the button and fly on his pants. His cock is so hard and ready, it finds freedom on its own and Stone inhales slowly as I begin to stroke him, both hands in unison along the shaft of his cock.
Dropping to my knees, I catch the television screen in the hallway change angles and it’s like there’s a camera right next to us and zoomed in, but there isn’t one that I
can see. I also take in that more people are watching us through the windows. My eyes meet my husbands as I open my mouth and with my hand controlling it, I rub his scrotum covered head sloppily over my lips, tongue, and chin. Stones facial expression, his body tensing, his muscles flexing as his hands tremble by his sides, he’s holding back. I give him a silent plea with my eyes, that I want him to take control and in seconds his hands lace in my hair, grabbing a fistful as he thrusts and the head lodges in my throat. I gag and cough, the fullness there making the sound so much more desperate and deplorable, and we both get off on it.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he moans, moving my head fast and hard, literally choking me with his dick and I love it.
I take more, want more, need more of him. Thick drool is landing on my chest, I know my eye make-up’s fucked from my watering eyes, and I glance at myself on the T.V. and I look like one of those victim girls in porn, a look I find hot and I know so does Stone. His hands flex, pulling me harder, the back of my throat numb to the ruthless assault from the head of his cock. My hands grip his hips, moaning and choking, and I hear the most amazing sound in my ears as Stone begins to come.
Hot lashes of semen begin to fill my mouth, immediately going down my throat, Stone pulling back so he can come on my outstretched tongue and lips. As usual, the amount of cum this man produces is jaw dropping, literally. His tight fist squeezes the head as he spurts onto my outstretched tongue, dripping down my chin and onto my tits. Stones groans and grunts are what I live for, and in these moments, I know I own his body. I purr as I bring my tongue back into my mouth and swallow, licking my lips and running my fingers along my tits to gather the ejaculate to suck off my fingers, moaning and enjoying my savory unicorn treat.
His thumbs wipe under my eyes to clean me up of the smudged mascara, before he’s lifting me and tossing me on the bed. My limbs fly as I move through the air, landing with a grunt when I hit the bed. Stone grips my ankles with his hands and yanks me toward the end of the bed, ripping the rest of the front of the dress and tearing down the bottoms of the bikini. Then he spreads my legs wide, holding my thighs open with his hands as he loudly spits on my pussy. I’m already wet as fuck and he knows this, but he does it just for show. Then, he drops to his knees and begins eating me out like I’m filled with chocolate sauce and whip cream. My head falls back, my hips grinding against him. I turn my head and open my eyes, looking over at the window with the seats to see people touching themselves, touching each other, getting off on watching us. Stone’s lips latch onto my clit, causing me to come, but he keeps going. Fingers teasing and circling, before plunging into me. As my third orgasm builds, my hands plant on his, again holding my thighs back. I look down at him, my eyes pleading as he looks up at me with a devilish stare.
Calico & Stone: A Spin-Off from The Pussycat featured in Brothel: The Magnolia Diaries Page 4