by Mika Lane
Miss M greeted me, like she always did, with a kiss on my mask. I ran a soft finger down her bare arm, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Her usual steely look dissolved momentarily, and I could practically smell her need. She might be in a sex club night after night, but that didn’t mean she was getting serviced. It was a shame.
I wandered through the packed first floor, discreetly watching one couple take seats on a large sofa next to another man and woman. After some furtive glances, the two women began chatting, leading to introductions, and eventual laughter. It was just a matter of time before they retired to a room upstairs where the men would trade their eager wives, everyone excited at the prospect of some unfamiliar pussy and cock. I couldn’t help but smile inside my mask. Some couples played all the time, and for some, it was a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. They’d never forget their night at the club, that was for sure.
I grabbed myself a drink and cruised up to the second floor where the real partying took place. I spied my friends X, Y, and Z and decided to kill some time chatting them up while waiting for Saffi. Or B, as I’d be calling her. It was fucking hot she had no idea who I was. And I planned to keep it that way.
“Well, look who it is! Mr. Mask.” I couldn’t be sure which woman was which, but did it really matter?
“Ladies. How are you, my beautiful friends?”
After a chorus of greetings, one leapt to her feet to get a fresh round of drinks. The curvy one patted a spot on the sofa for me to squeeze into. Once wedged between two of the beauties, one of them played with the edges of my mask.
This, I did not like, and gently removed her hand. “Now, now. You know I don’t remove my mask at the club.”
“Aw, c’mon. You’re so hot. I want to see more of you,” she whined.
“Sweetie, that’s not part of the deal.”
She shrugged. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“Hey,” the other said, running a finger down the side of my neck to my chest. “What do you say we go to one of the rooms?”
“Yes,” the skinny one said. “How ‘bout a little ménage?”
I stretched my arms along the back of the sofa, and reached around their shoulders.
“How ’bout you show me what you’re talking about?” I drew them toward each other with a hand on each of their backs.
They leaned in at my invitation, their mouths close but not quite touching, perhaps contemplating what they might do to convince me to take them to a more private setting.
“Well. Look at you three.” The third had returned with drinks. She stood before us, clad in sheer lace panties, high heels, and glittery nipple tape on her perky breasts. Her mask was an ornate confection in all black with feathers shooting from the brow, like the plume on a quail. She ran off to say hi to someone else, and the little bounce in her tits made my dick twitch.
Shit. Saffi. Where the hell was she?
“Ladies,” I said, untangling myself from their limbs and standing. “I’ve got to move on.”
They rolled their eyes.
“C’mon. Beauties like you never sit alone for long,” he reassured them.
“All right then. Maybe next time?”
“Of course.” I ran a finger down each of their cheeks. They were hotties, no doubt about it. But I had other plans for the night.
I surveyed the room, greeting people I knew as regulars, stopping to make small talk when I had to. I planned to see Saffi before she saw me, which was entirely possible since few single women attended the club alone. She might not realize, it but she stood out like a store thumb. In a good way.
I made a lap around the second floor. Most of the playrooms had wide open doors regardless of what was going inside. Only on the rare occasion did someone close or lock a door for privacy. I poked my head inside a couple of them, and while the scenes unfolding were damn exciting, none of them turned up Saffi.
The last room I looked in had a literal pile of women going at it. I didn’t want to intrude, seeing as there were no men there, but the play looked sweet. My cock stirred again, reminding me it would soon need some attention of its own.
Just inside the door, watching, was the woman in the half mask I’d seen the night before. She was stunning in her high heels, pencil skirt, and perfect hourglass shape.
Why did she seem so familiar?
She didn’t notice me, so enthralled as she was with the scene playing out before her.
Hmmm.
I left to check out the third floor, the part of the club that saw the most action. It lacked the dance floor and bar the other floors had. People went up there for serious play. Or whatever suited their fancy.
But still, no Saffi.
So I broke down and texted her.
Chapter 23
Saffi
I was so blown away by the hot as hell girl on girl scene unfolding before me that I nearly missed the vibrating phone in my skirt pocket. I tore myself away from watching the woman using a strap-on, glancing back as I left. I had to admire their complete dedication to pretending the big faux-penis was a real, live cock. After all, they’d stroked and sucked it like it was. And then, fucked each crazy other with it.
you coming? the message from G said.
Was he already there? Where was he? I looked around in panic but his distinctive mask was nowhere in sight.
almost there, I lied. I needed time to run to the ladies’ to rinse off the sweat I’d accumulated. And of course hide my mask.
I finger combed my hair and touched up my lipstick. Ready to go.
I headed for the first floor, with no idea where G might have been, to try and pretend I was just arriving. And there was M, watching me, like always.
Does she know something?
But I ignored her. From my position on the stairs, I evaluated the floor below. No sign of G. He wasn’t likely on the third either since that seemed to be where the hard-core partiers hung out. I ventured back to the second, where I approached the bartender I’d kissed the night before.
I beckoned him closer with a finger. He didn’t recognize me without my mask, which was just as well. “Hey, maybe you can help me find a friend. His name is G, and he wears a full-length mask. Venetian style.”
The express on his face changed, becoming downright unfriendly. “Sorry. Can’t help you.”
Whoa.
I poured on what hoped was just the right amount of indignation. “Relax. I didn’t ask for his name or social security number. I’m supposed to meet him here for a date.” I dramatically stormed away from the bar.
What was with the place and its damn secrets?
I wandered around the floor, casually poking my head into one party room after another. Just as I was about to give up and text him to set up a rendezvous point, I spotted him near the same bar I’d just left. He was mostly facing away, which was perfect. I could watch him.
Naturally, he was wearing his mask. He watched the people filing by, occasionally nodding at someone or raising his glass in a toast.
There was a tap on my shoulder.
“B, my dear friend,” M said in her warm, dripping voice. “Having a good evening?”
What did she want now? I took a deep breath to conceal my irritation. “What can I do for you, M?”
Her head snapped back at my tone, which was fine with me. The last thing I wanted was for her to think she was getting to me.
“Why are you watching G? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with your behavior,” she said sweetly.
Passive aggressive bitch.
“I’m meeting him tonight, and I wanted to learn more about him first.” I faced her head on. “Is there something wrong with that?”
She ran her hand up my arm, and up to my face, where she cupped my cheek. It was astounding how presumptuous she was.
“Actually, yes. People come here to mingle and to play. Not to spy on one another.” She pursed her lips, studying me. “Some might say you are invading his privacy.”
I looked down at
my feet, then back up. I wanted to punch her, but instead decided to comply with her strange rules. “I understand. Checking someone out is not cool. I gotcha.”
I decided to lay it on. “It’s just that I have a fondness for watching. But I’ll curb that.” I tried to look contrite. “Thank you for letting me know this was not in the spirit of the club.”
“You are welcome, B. You are always welcome.” She finally left.
That woman was paranoid.
Although…she had good reason to be.
I headed toward G, my spying thwarted. There probably wasn’t much to learn by watching him, and with M up my ass, I was just short of losing my shit.
There was another tap on my shoulder.
Jesus, what does that woman want?
But it wasn’t M. It was the bartender.
“Hi.” I continued toward G.
But the bartender moved faster, blocking my way. “Can I get you a drink? I’m done for the night.”
“Thanks, but I have plans.”
He grabbed my arm. And it wasn’t a gentle grab. “Aw, c’mon. We can finish what we started.”
He recognized me without my mask?
I pulled away, but his grip only tightened. What the hell? “Will you let me go?”
His brows furrowed. “Why?” He looked surprised.
“I am meeting a friend. I need you to let go of my arm. Now.”
But before he could release me, someone grabbed his arm.
He looked like he’d seen a ghost. “Oh! Mr. G, nice to see you this evening.”
What a relief, in more ways than one.
“I appreciate your keeping my friend company.” G’s voice was friendly. His expression was not.
“Yes, sir,” the bartender said obediently. “Have yourselves a great evening.” He disappeared into the crowd.
And that was how it was done.
“Thank you. I appreciate that.” The red marks from his grip were fading. Fucking asshole.
“Glad I could help. I’ll be talking to Miss M about her over-enthusiastic employee.” He led me by the hand to a loveseat at the edge of the room and I fell into its soft cushions.
Stay cool.
“Thank you again for saving me over there. It was very gallant.”
“Well, his grabbing your arm like that was bullshit. He’ll be looking for another job soon enough.”
This was my opportunity. “Speaking of Miss M, I don’t think she likes me.”
He laughed. “She interesting, that one.”
I persisted. “Earlier, she asked why I was looking at you and told me I shouldn’t. It was very strange.”
What was strange was talking to someone whose face I couldn’t see.
“Well, were you looking at me?”
Busted.
“I guess. What’s the big deal?” Of course I was looking at him. Who wouldn’t?
He shrugged. “I don’t see any harm in it. But she likes to keep everything under control and to her liking. I wouldn’t worry about it.” He nodded to a couple walking by.
Now that we’d found each other, I had to get some info out of him. Every other inquiry I’d made had been met with a wall. I needed a new approach.
And I needed to move fast. M had a problem with me, and I didn’t want to know what she did with problems.
Chapter 24
Varden
Jesus, she was beautiful. And intriguing. Innocent and earnest, but on another level sophisticated and sexy. She probably hadn’t been with a whole lot of guys. Maybe she’d had an older lover at some point who’d taken his time and taught her how to have some game. He’d probably been very patient, licked her pussy slowly and carefully, and opened her up like a flower—
“G…hello?”
“What? Oh yeah, sorry.” Get with the program, asshole.
I threw an arm around her shoulders. “I have to tell you—” I cut myself off just before calling her Saffi. Jesus, be careful. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
I seriously wanted to kiss those lips. But the goddamn mask...
“Thanks.” She hid her face with a sip of her champagne.
“You are beautiful, B.”
She didn’t look up.
I hooked my finger under her chin to look at her. “You know that, don’t you? That you are fucking beautiful?” My dick had been hard since I rescued her from the asshole bartender. I might as well go for it.
“You know how many times I jacked myself while just thinking of you?”
Holy shit! Those pretty cheeks were turning red now…and I could swear I got a whiff of sweet pussy from under her skirt.
“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” I said. “But that time on the stairs the other night was hot as hell…” I let go of her face and hung my head. I had to go big since she couldn’t read my expression.
“No need to apologize.” She patted my arm.
“I have an idea. Let’s go to one of the private rooms and get away from the crowd.”
I stood and took her hand to help her up. She smiled modestly.
Damn if she wasn’t nearly my height in her skyscraper heels. Her narrow pencil skirt hugged her hips to perfection, and her halter-top danced over her swinging breasts.
That’s my girl. No bra.
I walked as best I could with my raging hard on, leading her by the hand to a room few knew about—and for which we paid dearly for the privilege.
“Wow. I didn’t know this was back here,” Saffi said.
Varden shut the door behind them. “Not many do.”
The room’s light came on soft, creating a boudoir-like atmosphere. I’d been here a few times before, but Saffi explored the room with an open mouth and wide eyes. She ran her hand over the velvet-flocked wallpaper, and circled to check out the huge, tri-fold mirror in one corner, and the satin settee and lounge chair in the other. She stopped in the center where two chairs clustered around a small table.
I hadn’t played in a room like this in ages, probably because I hadn’t been inspired. But I was now. Even if she was the daughter of my attorney. Something about her…
“You like it?” I asked.
“Like it? It’s amazing. Gorgeous. It even smells nice.”
“Like you.” I reached into a small chest of drawers and pulled out a long strip of silky fabric. Holding the fabric between two hands, I held it up to her. “May I?”
She knit her brow. “Um. I’m not sure what you want to do, but I think I can guess…”
“I’d like to blindfold you. Then I’ll take off my mask and kiss you.”
Her face softened and she moved closer. “Oh! Okay.”
She was killing me with her big grin. I wouldn’t have minded just tearing her clothes off.
Instead, I draped the silk over her eyes, tying its ends behind her head, careful not to catch her glossy hair.
“Comfortable?”
She reached up to adjust it. “Actually, yes.”
I backed her up until her ass was planted on the room’s table. I checked her blindfold one more time, and removed my mask.
Ahhh. Fresh air hit my face and it was heavenly. The mask served its purpose, but it could be a pain in the ass, too.
I leaned toward her to finally feel her lips. And they were as soft and delicious as I knew they’d be.
I brushed my lips against her mouth, as if to warm up, and she relaxed into the sensation with a small moan and shuddering breath. With a hand behind her head, I pressed more firmly and hers parted just enough for to tickle her with my tongue. She leaned into me to increase the pressure and in a moment, I was pressing kisses all over her stunning face, even on the silk that covered her eyes.
I pulled her toward the edge of the table and pushed up her narrow skirt by slowly parting her knees, exploring until I gripped the back of her thighs, and then her juicy ass.
I looked down at her, legs spread wide open, skirt pushed up to hips, and my god, she was wearing no panties. I spread my f
ingers, still gripping her behind, so that they fell into the crack of her ass cheeks. My fingers crept to the center of her cleft, sliding until they found her growing moisture. Her breath came deep and hard.
With her firmly in my grip, I returned to her mouth, licking, nibbling, teasing. Her knees spread wider and she squirmed against my hands.
“Baby,” he whispered.
She continued grinding. “Yeah?”
“I’m gonna taste your pussy.”
She shivered, her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her top.
I got to my knees, at last face-to-face with her clean-shaven pussy. I’d had my hand down there the other night, and I’d been thinking about burying my face in it since then. She smelled amazing, just like a woman, sexy and turned on.
Her lips were swollen with the excitement of watching people fucking and the knowledge that she was about to get fucked herself. I almost creamed myself right there when a few drops of her cum ran down her pink slit. I ran a finger through it and drew it right into my mouth. She tasted like heaven.
“Fuck, baby. You’re good.”
I wet my finger with her juices again, this time bringing it up to her mouth.
“Open,” I told her.
She greedily sucked, enjoying her own tang and licking her lips like a hungry little animal.
“More,” she murmured.
I smiled, not that she could see it, and my fingers returned to her pussy for more. This time, I paused at her opening. Impatient, she pushed her hips against my hand.
I slipped two fingers in her, making that “come here” motion to get her G spot. And I definitely got hers.
“Oh god. Oh my god. Yes, like that,” she croaked.
With the blindfold on, she reached for anything in front of her, and got a grip on my shirt. She yanked until the buttons burst off.
Christ. Wait till she had my cock in her.
I withdrew my fingers, stood her up, and spun her to face away.
“Bend over,” I commanded, guiding her shoulders down to the table until she was bent at a ninety-degree angle.
There she stood in her high heels, creamy ass hanging out, pussy dripping cum onto the floor.