Chris got one of the actors up on stage for some Q&A and went backstage while the costumed attendees asked questions. I took this opportunity to sneak backstage and find Chris.
He was standing on the side of the stage watching the Q&A session when I snuck up behind him. I wrapped my arms around him and reached down to grab his man-bulge. “Hi there. I saw you out there and just had to have you in me.”
He looked back at me and grinned. “Well hello there…” He spoke in a deep voice that made me wet to hear. “Where did you come from?”
“I guess you could say I’m with the ‘zombie secret service’…”
“Works for me,” he replied. He turned around and embraced me with his arms, placing one hand behind my head and his other hand on my butt. He pressed our bodies together and our lips met. His tongue went in my mouth and met mine. We tongue-caressed each others teeth and then gently bit each others lips. As his latex rubber suit rubbed against my exposed arms and legs, I moaned with excitement. He spun me around and pressed me up against a wall behind a curtain.
He slowly peeled my dress off my body without removing his tongue from my mouth. At the same time, I reached down and started to pull the top of his stretchy superhero pants down so that I could find my real superhero. We moaned with pleasure.
It was only a moment before my dress and his costume pants were on the floor. He began to remove his mask at the neck. “No,” I whispered with a quick breath, “leave it on.” He grinned and pressed his erect cock against me. “Show me your super power,” I said as I gripped him tightly and wrapped my legs around him.
His long, hard dick was already lubed up and slipped right inside me. He pressed my back firmly against the cement wall so that I was quite literally between a rock and a hard place…or at least a hard on. We found a rhythm to our bodies and rolled with it. A tingling feeling of intensity soon took over my whole body timed precisely with his own penis. I could feel his juices explode inside me and gripped on as tight as I could with every part of my body, including my vagina. Pleasure overwhelmed us both.
I slowly released my grasp as did he. He set me down and we held each other gently for a few moments as the outside world came back into focus.
“Will I ever see you again?” he asked with deep seeded concern.
“When I need a superhero, I will send up the signal,” I replied.
He grinned, grabbed his costume pants, and walked off to a dressing room while I got dressed behind the curtain. Before heading back to the club floor, I gave myself a quick look in a mirror and smiled. “Yeah, you’ve still got it.”
Symphony of Sex and Silence
I came into Diamond Club earlier than I’m used to, Dia handed me a flyer for tonight’s event, a special appearance of some Mash-Up artist, DJ Vibrofone Alliteration much? I got on my phone to search if this guy is any good. I found a video of his Tainted Fever by Soft Cell and Peggy Lee, it also included footage of Jessica Rabbit seductively dancing across the stage.
“So are you coming tonight?” Dia asked placing a straw to her lips. “The DJ is quite… well, I think he’ll like you.”
“Of course.” I answered glancing at her beverage, “are you drinking already?”
“It’s just lemonade.” she said mildly offended at the accusation, “the air in my office is broken.”
“Call a repairman.”
“I did. He’s been here all day.”
“And have you been letting him work.”
“Not quite.” she said hesitantly, “but I’m certainly getting my money’s worth.”
“Are you keeping the best men to yourself?”
“It’s good to be the queen.”
I gave her a laugh as I turned to the door. The usual party should pick up in a few hours, I just wanted to see what it was like with out so many people. It was unusually warm in the city, a high of 90°, and the humidity being pretty high, I could understand her discomfort. The bartenders were slicing lemons and limes for the night’s drinks. I went outside to find a plain white van with a young man behind the steering wheel. He had parked too close to my car and I would need him to move for me to leave.
As I try to get his attention to the problem he didn’t even recognize my existance. He just sat still with his back straight and his eyes closed. He then took one last deep breath and took a pair of earplugs out. They were flesh tone and I hadn’t even noticed them. He then came out of the driver’s side and opened the back of the van.
“I’m Guessing this is you?” I said holding up the flyer Dia gave me.
“Dj Vibrofone?” he asked putting on a pair of glasses to read them, “yeah that’s me.
“How did you get that name?”
“In high school band I took my sister’s…” he began to tell, cutting himself off from the rest, “well, there is a story associated with it. Not the kind of thing you tell a beautiful woman upon first meeting.”
He pulled out a crate of records from the back. A microphone wrapped in a condom fell out into the gutter. I help him by picking it up from the dusty street.
“Did you do this out of boredom?”
“No.” he said slightly embarrassed, directing me to placed it on top of his records, “the condom protects the mic from getting dirty. Like it would have just now.”
“Are you coming back for the show, miss…?”
“Brianna.” I said, a slight giggle at his use of the word miss to have me introduce myself, “and yes, I’ll be here.”
“Well until next time.” He said as he pushes the door open with his back. He turns to the inside as I take a pair of headphones from the van and follow him in. He set the records down on the little stage he took the headphones off his belt and puts them around his neck.
“How about this time?” I said holding up the headphones over my shoulder as I walked past him to the storage room. I playfully bit my lip as I looked over to him as he rose to his feet.
The DJ followed me in as I placed the headphones on my ears. I could see that he said something, but I couldn’t tell what the words were. I then grabbed the sides and realized that they didn’t have a cord to tie myself up with. They were earmuffs, and I became a little red as the deafening silence drove me a little mad at my foolishness. I lifted one up to catch him say. “I didn’t think you were also into that kind of thing.”
“What?” I asked
“Erotic sensory deprivation” he clarified as he took off his hoodie.
“Of course.” I said, not quite understanding what he was talking about, but I kept with it as I put the earmuffs back on and began to undo my blouse.
He turned off the light as he shoved his earplugs back into their place, I could feel his pecks as I undo the buttons of his shirt, and the warm skin of his hands as he lowered the straps of my bra over my shoulder. His breath hot on my neck as he pulled me close, his music swelling with desire as I helped him out of his jeans. The touch of his hands on my lower back sent a tingle up my spine.
He pulled me down to the floor as cleared a small space for us to lie down. I put him on his back and straddled his legs as I took his Microphone and held it to my lips, wrapping around it with my tongue, mere lubrication, but I believe both of us enjoyed the opening act of our time together. I slid my body up his rubbing my breasts against his abs as went to meet his face. As my face passed his chest, I could feel the rhythm of his heart beat rush, changing tempo as I moved further. I then erected myself and put his instrument in it’s proper case, dancing to the silence. I swayed to the sound of my own screams in my head as he took me to the high notes. I could feel the rhythmic pulsing of his music as we came to the big finish.
I roll onto my back, the floor was cold and made me quiver. I can feel his body brush against my own as he rose to turn on the light, I began putting my clothes back on, lowering the earmuffs to my neck. He put his jeans back on.
“Hey, if you’re ever in Salt Lake City…” he said hesitantly, “maybe you could come by my studio.”
/> “I’ll think about it.” I answered, but I think he knew that it wasn’t very likely I’d head up there. “but I think my place is here at the Diamond Club.”
He kissed me as he took back the earmuffs. He then looked down at them in his hand and put them in mine.
“Then silence will be our song.” he said. “until next time.”
I’m sure he’ll be back to the Club for another show.
The Business Card
You know, I’ve always heard of his name. Heard the rumors. Michael Hunt, the Guy with the Golden Tongue. I’ve… always thought of rumors like that as bullshit. No man could ever live up to the legend, live up to the hype. Live up to the unsaid expectations that come along with all the buzz. But, walking into the Diamond Club, I saw… good friends. Good lovers. Amazing fucks. And as I sidled up to the bar, I saw it.
A stark white card, paper soft, the type bold and black. In big, “Michael Hunt”. Below that, “I want to fuck you.” Further below, a simple number. I’ve never thought a piece of paper could be so maddeningly arrogant, but… if you’re that bold just in paper form, I have to see what you are in the flesh.
It wasn’t until I thought that, until I realized that I’ve already dialed the number.
“This is Michael.”
“… Brianna Young? I found your—”
“— card in the Diamond Club.” I could hear the impish grin on his voice, almost imagine the taste of good scotch on his breath.
“… How did you…?”
“Drive to Central and 55th. Two hours from now. And dress nice for me, I want to see if you’re worthy of me.”
Click. His end, not mine. The silence on my handset told volumes, really.
Let’s see, how am I dressed right now? I mean, he must have guessed that I was at the Diamond Club, and as such, was already dressed to the nines. Slinky ruby dress, the kind of dark sultry red that only cherries really have. Absolutely clinging to my form, showing the curve of my waist, the flare of hips, a slit showing off one leg, bare save for the red pumps and simple black stocking. Breasts pushed up, absolutely on lavish display, the black bra performing that trick just barely visible under that crimson satin. Hell, I turn even me on. Probably one of the hottest pieces of ass in the club right right now. Fuck the special preparation. If he doesn’t like me as I am now, then he has to be fucking blind.
It’s about an half-hour commute from the Diamond Club to that little parking lot. He must have figured I’d take some time getting ready for him, the little scamp. But… I chickened out on the way, slid into a Walgreens, just to see how I looked in the mirror. By the stares and ogles I got all around me, well, I didn’t really make it to that bathroom. No real need to. So, as I parked that car… there was nothing. Hell, I could have imagined tumble weed drifting lazily across that blacktop, if I didn’t know better. It’s not like I could get a great look from that driver’s seat, so I got out, and walked around my car. Peering into the late evening scene, looking for anything. It wasn’t until I got to around the trunk of my car, before I could feel a presence slip up behind me.
“Brianna. How nice of you to come.”
I smirked, and tried to face him, but his strong hands went to pin mine to the trunk of my car. A slight grind of his body against my back, just chest and hips. His voice floated dark and mysterious, like rich chocolate, across the curve of my neck.
“You came well prepared…”
I could only really manage a stammer, a slight shiver through my body.
“But you didn’t dress up for me.”
Damn.
“It’s no matter, of course, you’re more than adequate for my services.”
Those hands slid up my arms slowly, almost deliberately, his lips reaching out to touch neck, to drift across softly, tongue flitting out to lap lazily at skin. I tried to speak.
“But how can I know what you look like?”
“Shush, girl. You really don’t need to know that.”
At that, those hands slid straight to breasts, an almost gentle cupping, a light grind of his center to my ass, chest pressed against back. My arms were free, but they only really seemed to want to press against car, push myself into that form. A soft moan accompanying that.
He chuckled slightly out, the kiss turning into a sharp little suckle at the side of neck, his hands sliding down to the sides of waist, touching, feeling how the satin clings to that sultry shape, his continuing grind slow, ultimately intimate, almost lingering on my form. I could feel him grow hard under his jeans, felt between my ass.
“Lay down. Face down, and spread wide.”
His voice continued to be soft and mysterious, but there was a firmness just underneath that, something that let me know that this was no mere request. So, my arms slowly grew slack, body laying across the simple sheen of car, ass raised provocatively, legs spread, long and elegant, braced to leave me free-standing, a canvas as to let him paint with that long-rumored tongue.
His actions remain almost gentle, almost loving, his form sliding down, those strong hands sliding down the outsides of my thighs, down, and under the dress. He simply slides under, the slit down leg giving that fabric a lot of freedom, those hands sliding back up to press against the orbs of ass, a very sultry squeeze, his nose moving to press against my center, through panties.
I let out a slight yelp of a moan, my form tensing slightly under that attention, blushing bright. There’s a car that drives down the street, that reminds me that I’m still in public. Kind of hard to remember that right now. Part of me hopes they don’t see this. Most of me simply doesn’t care.
His hands will simply go to pull down those panties, I help him by slightly stepping out of them, and he bursts forth to almost attack my pussy, licking lewdly, the back of his head rubbing against my license plate, both of his hands simply rubbing against the tops of my thighs, an utter caress to contrast with this tongue work. He’s building a rhythm, a masterful rhythm, applying pressure, and right when I start to really build up, tensed and ready for release, he lets up. Damn him! I’ve never really wanted to come more urgently in my life as much as I do right now. He’s lingering, and seemingly wanting this to last for months, his hand sliding up to press against my clit, a simple press, a rub, as if to challenge me. To dare me to come.
I don’t last a whole lot longer after that press to my bud, crying out in utter ecstasy, the sound echoing off of the for-lease strip-mall storefronts.
He’ll let out a throaty chuckle, despite him still licking, a sound I’ll remember to this day. But, after a few minutes of lingering on my hot cunt, he’ll move out, simply go to stand, and push up my dress just slightly.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
I can’t answer any other way, voice a little breathless.
“Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me.”
He chuckles again, with that impish grin still on his voice, as he pressed in close, his cock slipping into my hot and needful pussy, his lips moving back to the back of my neck, a simple bite, almost claiming me as his. But, the way my hips rise to meet his, the way I slightly rock on my car to aid in that rhythm, the slight whimpers and moans issuing from my ample chest… it’s quite clear that tonight? I’m clearly his, without reservation.
That hot fuck lasts for a few minutes still, starting off, as it always did with him, tender, ramping up to furious passion, his hand pressing back against my clit. Golden tongue may be true, but it’s that touch, the golden touch of his fingers against the top of my clit, that I will always treasure more. I come with a slight whimper, body shaking, walls tensing around his cock, which seems to be the trick to get him off too, plunging deep as he comes inside of me.
We both lay quiet for a couple of minutes, motionless and close, before he simply says. “Be at peace, Brianna Young.” He goes to push off at me, and goes to walk away.
I quaked at bit, getting up a slight challenge, a smoothing of dress down just in case someone catches me now. But, as I turned around to see that man
, he was gone as soon as he arrived.
I never did see him. But as I got into my car, and saw that simple card looking back up at me… well, I had to stick that in my wallet. Keep it with me.
You never know when you’ll need it.
The Honeymoon
While in Yoga class, I received a text message on my smartphone from a number I didn’t recognize: Meat me at the Diamond Club at 6:00. Ive got a proposition for ya, thx. Who could this be? And why did this person want to meet me? I didn’t have time to clean up. As soon as class ended, I headed straight to the Diamond Club in my sweats.
When I arrived, the place was buzzing with people, an unusual amount of activity for a Thursday. I made my way inside through the crowd, and everyone was single-filed entering a side room filled with candlelit tables and a dark stage. I sat down at a table towards the back by myself. Suddenly, a voice came over the loudspeaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Craig Fondelier and Madame Carollo!”
The crowd broke into applause. Fondelier? Could he be related to Les Fondelier?
The lights above the stage came on as an older man with distinguished gray in his hair made his way to the stage with a small trunk. He laid it on the ground and opened it. Inside was a hideous ventriloquist dummy, with a rat’s nest of a black wig on its head and wearing a miniature dirty wedding dress. He sat in a chair and propped the puppet on his leg.
“Madame,” Craig said, “tell me how your day went.” Then Craig goes on to speak in a gravelly voice as Madame that I couldn’t make heads or tails of, but I think Madame was talking about peanut allergies. The wooden mouth chewed up and down.
Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulders from the shadows. I turned to look. It was Les. He pulled up a chair and sat next to me.
“Hope I didn’t scare you,” he said.
“No, no you didn’t,” I replied.
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