The Black Door

by Velvet

  They were each on their second glass of champagne by the time Ariel came rushing toward the table. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” she huffed, “but the partners’ meeting ran over.”

  Preston stood up and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Honey, there you are,” he said calmly, trying to hide the angst brewing inside the pit of his stomach. “Ariel, this is Senator Robert Oglesby and his wife, Angelica.”

  The senator stood up as well. “Ariel, I’ve heard great things about you.” He smiled warmly, extending his hand.

  “I’m so glad to finally meet you,” she said, giving him a firm shake. So this is the man who’s been interrupting my time with Preston, she thought. Though she had seen him numerous times on C-SPAN, and in the Times, she had never met him in person and was struck by his commanding presence. The distinguished-looking senator was tall with graying temples, and his clean-shaven face was extremely handsome. He resembled a young Clint Eastwood, and could have easily been a movie star instead of a politician.

  “The pleasure is all mine.” He smiled broadly. “I was hoping to meet you in Washington a couple of weeks ago, but Preston said that you had to rush back to New York unexpectedly”

  Ariel cringed at the memory of Michele intruding on their weekend and scheduling a series of time-consuming meetings. “Yes, it was quite unexpected.” She smiled politely. Switching from that unpleasant memory, she turned to the senator’s wife. “And please excuse my tardiness, Mrs. Oglesby.”

  “Angelica, please.” She smiled. “I know how unpredictable meetings can be. Robert’s always running late for lunch, brunch, and dinner, so I’ve learned how to occupy my time.” She chuckled, lightening up the mood.

  Ariel assumed the senator’s wife would be a buttoned-up, pearl-clad, gray-haired, bun-wearing matron, but Angelica was extremely stylish. Her platinum-blonde hair was cut short with wispy bangs swept over to one side, and instead of a single strand of Mikimotos, she wore a necklace of graduated diamonds. Dressed in a multicolored Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress, she reminded Ariel of Meri, older but no less up-to-date with the latest fashion trends. For a second, Ariel wondered if Angelica was a card-carrying member of The Black Door. Ariel shook off the thought, thinking that it was ludicrous. Besides, she lived in Washington and was married to a high-powered politician. Ariel was so preoccupied with The Black Door that she immediately assumed that every woman she saw who had a touch of flair was a closet freak. Ariel’s reverie was interrupted by Angelica’s necklace, which sparkled in the candlelight like the illustrious Hope Diamond. Ariel blinked, and couldn’t help but stare; the “bling” was blinding. “Angelica, your necklace is stunning.”

  She touched the center diamond, which must have been five carats or better, and said, “Thank you so much. An anniversary gift from Robert.”

  What an extravagant present, Ariel thought, but didn’t dare utter those words.

  Robert noticed the look of awe registered on Ariel’s face. “Nothing’s too good for my wife.” He beamed, looking longingly at his spouse.

  Ariel could clearly see the love that he had for his wife. It was visibly apparent that he absolutely adored her; their love was palpable. Suddenly, Ariel felt a tinge of jealousy creep up her spine. She knew that Preston loved her, but she wondered if he was her soul mate. It was clear that Robert and Angelica were made for each other, but Ariel had her doubts about herself and Preston. They were both preoccupied with their own interests; he had visions of his precious nomination to keep him warm at night and she had visions of her black-masked lover. Their last tryst was so incredibly hedonistic that she was getting wet just thinking about how her body melted into his, and how their rhythm was synchronized as if they were soul mates instead of she and Preston. The thought of him sucking her clit until she came made her want to run out of the restaurant, go home, put on her disguise, and rush to The Black Door for more fucking. But she couldn’t, because after seeing his face, she vowed that she would never return to the club again.

  Ariel looked around the table and noticed that they were drinking Veuve Clicquot. Though she loved champagne, she wanted something stronger to take the edge off. But before she could order a vodka on the rocks with two limes, the waiter came over and poured her a flute of champagne. Once her glass was filled, Robert lifted his and toasted. “To Preston, the next Supreme Court justice.” They followed Robert’s lead and raised their flutes. “To Preston,” they sang in unison.

  “Hey, why didn’t anyone invite me to the celebration?” asked a deep baritone voice approaching the table.

  Preston turned around in his chair and faced his offspring. “Son.” He smiled proudly. “What are you doing here?” he asked, knowing it took months to get a reservation.

  “I’m meeting Michele for dinner. The chef is a friend of mine, and I have an open reservation,” he said, looking around the table, waiting for an introduction.

  Preston stood up and proudly put his arm around his son’s shoulder. “Senator and Mrs. Oglesby, this is my one and only son, Preston III.”

  Preston III was impressed. Senator Oglesby was a heavy-hitter in Washington, and could make or break a career. The mere fact that he was in New York having dinner with his father could only mean that he was helping his father achieve his lifelong dream. Until now, he had always thought that his father’s dream of sitting on the Supreme Court was far-fetched, but now he realized that that dream was closer to being realized than he thought.

  “Preston III.” The senator smiled. He knew that Preston had a son, but had never met him. “It’s so nice to meet the chip off of the old man’s block,” he said, shaking the younger man’s hand.

  “Please call me Trey,” he said, returning the shake. “Preston III sounds too formal.”

  “Of course you know Ariel.” Preston nodded toward his fiancée.

  Ariel’s heart was palpitating and her palms began to sweat as Trey smiled in her direction.

  “Hi there, how are you?” Trey asked Ariel. The last time he had seen her was at the engagement party, and she’d been upset about being neglected by his overambitious father.

  She looked at him quickly, then darted her eyes down to the table, and answered in a shy, mousy voice, as if speaking in a low tone would diminish her presence. “Fine, thanks.”

  He noticed that she was avoiding eye contact with him. She’s probably still embarrassed about sobbing on my shoulder.

  “Well, Trey, why don’t you join us for dinner?” the senator asked. “Preston has bragged about you over the years, so now I finally have a chance to talk to his number-one son,” he said in jest.

  “Well, since you put it that way, how could I possibly resist? I’m sure my date won’t mind.”

  Preston motioned the waiter over and told him to bring two extra chairs and place settings.

  Blood immediately rushed to Ariel’s head, and she began to feel faint. This was the moment that she had dreaded ever since her lover’s mask had fallen off during the fuck of her life, revealing someone she would have never expected in a trillion years—Trey. Her two worlds were colliding, and no one at the table was aware of the catastrophic collision but her. She tried to remain calm, but she was breaking out in a cold sweat. Trying to cool her jets, she picked up the champagne and drank it down in one smooth gulp. When the waiter returned with the extra chairs, she ordered a double Belvedere sans the rocks. She needed the extra shot of vodka to help her deal with the fact that she was about to have dinner with her fiance and his son—her lover.

  “So, Trey,” the senator said, pinning him with an inquisitive look. “What do you do for a living?”

  Trey hesitated for a split second, as if contemplating the question, and then answered, “I just passed the Series Seven, and I’m going to try my hand at equity investing. I’m also into real estate investing.”

  Listening to Trey speak, and seeing him sitting across the table from her, brought home the reality of what she had actually done. Her one saving grace was that he hadn’
t seen her face. She tried to take comfort in that thought and remain calm, but after five minutes of watching Trey converse causally with the senator, she was unable to take the pressure any longer. Ariel abruptly said, “Excuse me.” She got up from the table and rushed toward the ladies’ room. She couldn’t bear to sit there another second. On the one hand, she still desired Trey, but on the other hand, she knew fucking him was practically incestuous.

  In the ladies’ room, Ariel ran cold water and soaked some paper towels for a compress. As she patted her forehead with the cool towels, she silently cursed herself for being so naïve and getting into an impossible situation. But how could she have known that Preston’s son was a “server” at The Black Door? Her last memory of Trey was of him as a gangly young man barely out of his teens. She had no way of knowing that he would grow up to be a buffed stud. Besides, she would have never recognized him behind that mask. But one look at his face and she knew immediately that she had been fucking her future stepson. With that thought, she ran into the nearest stall and lost her lunch.

  “WELL, HELLO EVERYONE,” Michele said, as she approached the table.

  Trey immediately stood up and pulled back her chair. “Hey there,” he said casually, as if greeting a platonic buddy. Ever since his last encounter with his mystery woman, he’d been standoffish with Michele. She was beautiful and a great lay, but she wasn’t the woman in the red mask.

  Michele looked at the senator and his wife and knew exactly who they were. She’d seen enough press clippings to recognize the eminent power couple. But what she couldn’t figure out was why were they having dinner with Preston and she didn’t know a thing about it. After all, she was his personal assistant and should have set up the meeting in the first place.

  “Judge Hendricks,” she said to Preston, “I didn’t know that Senator Oglesby and his wife were on your calendar this evening.”

  Robert looked from Preston to Michele. Assuming she was merely Trey’s date, he wondered why she would be privy to Preston’s schedule.

  Preston noticed the puzzled look on Robert’s face and knew exactly what he was thinking. “Michele is not only Trey’s girlfriend, she’s also my personal assistant. She’s the person you’ve been speaking with over the telephone these past few weeks, regarding my Washington itinerary,” he said, clarifying the issue.

  “Oh, yes. It’s so nice to finally put a face with a name.”

  Michele chimed right in. “I was with Preston in Washington.” She put her hand to her mouth. “Oops, I mean, Judge Hendricks,” she said, correcting her slip. “But I didn’t get a chance to meet you, because I was locked away in a hotel room, shuffling his schedule around to accommodate a few impromptu meetings.”

  “Yes, Michele has been a lifesaver,” Preston said, singing her praises. “She’s going to be a tremendous help going forward.”

  “That’s good to know, because my man here”—Robert slapped Preston on the back—”is headed for greatness, and he’s going to need a tight crew on board.”

  “I can assure you, Senator, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ve got his back.” Suddenly Michele had an idea. “If it’s okay with you, Judge, I’d like to throw a small cocktail party at the town house while the senator and his wife are in town. That way he can see firsthand that you’re surrounded by a tight network of supporters.”

  “Michele, that’s an excellent idea,” the senator agreed. “And of course I hope you’re going to be there, Trey. I’d love to pick your brain about real estate in New York. I’m thinking about investing.”

  “Sure, I wouldn’t miss it.”

  “Miss what?” a calmer Ariel asked, returning to the table.

  “Michele just suggested that we give a cocktail party while Robert and Angelica are in town,” Preston said gleefully He was pleased that the senator had agreed to spend time in his home.

  Upon hearing those words, Ariel nearly broke out in another cold sweat. She wanted to scratch Michele’s eyes out for being so damned efficient. Why couldn’t she just keep her big mouth shut? Getting through dinner would be touchy enough; now she would have to see Trey again in the same week. She was trying desperately to steer clear of him, but that was proving impossible. Ariel was clinging to the one shred of hope she had left: her mask had stayed intact and he still didn’t know her true identity. But the question was, how long could she keep up the charade?

  21

  LYING AWAKE with the moonlight streaming through the blinds, Michele perched herself up on one elbow and watched “her man” sleep. This was the only time that she could stare at him without him feeling self-conscious. She loved everything about Trey, from the curve of his lips, to the sexy dimples that pierced his cheeks, to his slightly shaved head. He was so fine, and she was proud to be his woman.

  Since the age of three, Michele had lived in the shadow of her younger sister. Two years her junior, Janet was prettier and smarter, and their parents never missed an opportunity to sing Janet’s praises. “Look at my baby, she’s the cutest, most talented girl in the pageant,” her mother would say, as she watched Janet take command of the stage and wow the judges. While Michele was chubby and clumsy, Janet was the polar opposite. Her petite frame and graceful mannerisms made her the perfect contestant for the beauty-pageant circuit. Convinced that Janet was a future Miss America, their mother entered her daughter in as many competitions as possible. She’d drag Michele along as a junior roadie, and Michele would have to carry her sister’s gowns and makeup cases like a little flunky. She resented being treated like Cinderella, but never complained, just waited for the day when she’d grow into her own. As a teenager Michele began to shed her baby fat, and her body transformed from a chunky kid into a voluptuous young woman. Armed with a new figure, she threw out her baggy pants and sweatshirts and replaced them with sexy T-shirts and tight jeans. Though she had finally overcome the fat-girl complex, she still didn’t win over the cute boys, because they were always attracted to her sister the beauty queen. It wasn’t until college that Michele was able to step out of the shadows, and she stepped out in style wearing even more revealing clothes. She used her body to get the attention she never got as a child, and when Trey noticed her titties that day at Preston’s town house, she knew it was just a matter of time before she got him into bed. But she wanted more—she wanted to marry him. He was the son of a future Supreme Court justice, and by marrying him, she would finally trump her sister, who was married to a traveling salesman. She knew that her father respected Preston and would be thrilled if she became his daughter-in-law; then maybe she’d finally become the apple of her dad’s eye.

  Michele’s eyes roamed the length of Trey’s nude body and beneath the thin top sheet, she noticed that his dick was growing longer and longer until it was fully erect. She assumed that he was having a dream about making love to her, so she leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Is that for me, baby?”

  AFTER DINNERAT Town earlier that night, Trey had planned to put Michele in a taxi and send her home, but she insisted on spending the night at his apartment. She had even brought along a small tote bag in anticipation of going home with him. Since they hadn’t been spending much time together, he reluctantly agreed. Michele could be aggressive at times; when he first met her at his father’s town house, her confidence turned him on, but now it was becoming annoying. She wanted to be with him every waking second of the day, and her constant affection was suffocating. He knew the real reason behind the annoyance was the fact that he wasn’t with the woman he truly desired. For the first time in his life, Trey was falling in love—or was it lust? He knew it was crazy to feel strong emotions for a woman he had never formally met; well, he had actually met her at his father’s engagement party, but for some reason he hadn’t felt a connection then. However, at the club, their chemistry was off the chain—it was cosmic—and he couldn’t deny what he felt. Initially it baffled him as to why she fled after seeing his face, but then he realized that she probably recognized him from the e
ngagement party and was embarrassed because she’d been making love to Preston’s son. The way she ran out of the room, he knew that she wouldn’t return to The Black Door anytime soon. But that was okay. He had her file, which included her name and her address. Trey knew that it was totally unprofessional to show up on a client’s doorstep, but their relationship had gone far beyond professional and was now personal. He felt it, and he knew that she did too.

  “BABY,” MICHELE WHISPERED again. “Are you asleep?” She lightly nudged him.

  Michele’s words were drowning out his thoughts, but he kept his eyes shut, trying to replace her face with Meri’s. Preferring to stay in a pseudo dream state, he didn’t answer her question, but just remained on his back as if he were comatose. Trey didn’t make a sound, hoping that she would take the hint and leave him alone.

  “Well, I know somebody who’s up,” she said, lifting the sheet. Michele reached down and began stroking his dick.

  He wanted to yell, “Stop! Get out of my bed! I don’t love you.” But her touch felt too good, and with his testosterone now in high gear, he craved more.

  Trying to elicit a response from him, she replaced her hand with her tongue. She seductively traced the rim of his penis’s head, and then trailed her tongue down the shaft. When she got to the end of his erection, she began licking his balls is if they were sugarcoated.

  Unable to play possum any longer, he instinctively moved his pelvis up and down in a slow rhythmic motion.

  Feeling him come to life, Michele wasted no time going for the gusto. Trey hadn’t made love to her in weeks and she was long overdue. Her hormones were raging and she desired him with every fiber of her being. She threw the sheet back all the way and straddled his naked body. She positioned the opening of her moist pussy on top of his shaft and rocked back and forth until his hard dick slipped inside of her.

  The warmth of her wet pussy turned him on even more than her wet mouth, and he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her down even harder so that he was deeper inside.