by TorreS, Pet
"Last year he chose me to spend the night in his wonderful mansion!" Natasha confesses and smiles at us all. "It was an amazing night!"
"I hope this year I am his chosen one!" Valentina exclaims, throwing her white towel on her bed and looking to wear her clothes, starting with her mini panties.
I feel dizzy, hearing that disagreeable chatter. Dread invades my stomach when I think Larsson TIGER might choose one of those girls.
Why do I feel troubled every time I imagine him in the company of another woman? After all, it is nothing to me besides a padlock in my life, which unites a chain from end to end so I never really find happiness.
"There's only one thing I cannot stand in Larsson TIGER," Natasha swallows her cigarette and releases smoke through her opened mouth. “He never kisses women on their mouths."
I look at Natasha and she looks at me and also at Valentina.
"All the women here have slept with him and none of them managed to steal a kiss from his lips," she says.
Chapter 4
"Pretend you're my girlfriend tonight."
~Larsson TIGER
Inside the club, everyone is masked, including Lady Constancia. Tonight is special. After all we will celebrate Larsson TIGER’s thirty-four years of age.
Several people are dancing on the dance floor. There is a different atmosphere in this place, at this moment. It doesn’t seem like a luxurious place of prostitution, but a masked ball or something similar.
For the first time, I got dressed to impress someone and I felt pleasure wearing these extravagant clothes to hold the attention of men. In my case, however, it is just to hold the attention of one only man.
But today is just his birthday...
Larsson TIGER finally comes to the club accompanied by his bodyguards. He walks among the people in his dark clothes, without an undershirt and of course his black overcoat. On his face is a black mask.
As he moves forward he is surrounded by women who work for him in this nightclub. They are well-dressed, each in a different shade. Their faces are covered by masks that match their clothing. Larsson smiles happily while they suffocate him with their hugs and caresses all over his body.
A few minutes later he sits on his black couch and asks several drinks from a barman, some women at his side, including Natasha and Valentina. They are straining to be the chosen ones on this night, where one of them will enjoy a night in the important Larsson TIGER's mansion.
I watch everything while hiding behind a pillar, but I'm the only woman in that place who does not dare to woo the party host.
Hours later...
Larsson TIGER walks through the nightclub, his gaze restless and insistence. He seems to be looking for someone.
He glances in every dark corner of the club and all the faces of the men and women whom he sees do not satisfy him.
He continues his persistent pursuit.
Larsson ends up walking towards the garden. There are gas balls in black in the blue water of the pool and at its side there is a bonfire. Men and women are gathered in the garden.
Larsson TIGER walks around the bonfire as he gazes through the orange fire, and in that instant he sees the face he seeks so desperately.
My honey eyes are surrounded by a black lace mask. His green eyes in his black mask meet mine.
We both stand, motionless, next to the fire on opposite sides. The fire between us emphasizes our eyes, our lips and at the same time, our faces.
I realize through his eyes that he wants me tonight, but I'm not sure that he will honor his own desire.
I stand still near the bonfire. He begins moving slowly in my direction.
His eyes slowly move up my body, like an elevator in a building with several floors. My black high heels, my fishnet stockings, my black short dress, my black choker, my black lace gloves, everything attracts his attention.
He holds my hand and squeezes it with his warmth I can feel it in my soul.
His eyes contemplate me without hurry and I notice that I am being led by him into his dark Opal.
When he opens his car door, I'm sure that the girl of choice tonight is me.
***
Again I'm in Larsson TIGER's mansion, but this time, it is a special night for him.
His happiness contaminates me, although I do not show it on the outside. I keep my face emotionless all the time. I feel like someone special in his life that will enjoy hours beside him, mutually celebrating his birthday.
He holds my hand and we slowly climb the stairs inside his mansion. We walk through a long corridor and we stop before a closed door. He opens the door while still holding my hand. We move together in the room.
Larsson closes the door behind us and I start watching the place dazzled. I look to the side and see a round bed with dark bedspreads and pillows printed with tigers. On the floor is a huge tiger-print rug. Next to his bed is a little table with fruit, a bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses.
Further along I see a small dance floor with a rotating globe in blue, black and white hanging on the ceiling. My gaze wanders the unfamiliar place and stops on Larsson's image before me. His hand slides down my face and he walks to the side and turn on his stereo that begins to softly play a melody from Florence and the Machine Band, called Shake It Out.
I look up at the ceiling, when a set of lights starts rotate over us, making the place looks like a nightclub.
Larsson holds my hand and pulls me gently into the center of the small dance floor. His hand touches my waist, while another is still holding my hand up. My palm touches his right shoulder.
He leads me into a gentle, slow and fascinating dance.
His green eyes search mine. Both of us are still hidden in our black masks. I close my eyes, shuddering and come back to opening them slowly, fearing all that might be just a dream in the aloneness of the night.
Then I rest my head on his chest and I feel the beating of his heart, even though it is not as fast as mine at this moment. I imagine that his heart can be as cold as an ice vial or a steel shield that will never be penetrated by any kind of feeling that makes him more human and less insensitive.
Love, he does not know this word, and worse, he does not know that feeling in his existence.
However, I have an enormous desire to change his way of life and try to re-educate him with the ingredient called ardent affection.
His face is close to my shoulder and he says softly in my ear, "Pretend you're my girlfriend tonight."
I shiver at his words. I'm blushing and bewildered by hearing those words from his mouth.
How I wish this could be truth and eternal, i.e. where I occupy a position in his life as his girlfriend and not a luxury prostitute.
My whim puts an answer on the tip of my tongue and I free these words without any guilt in my conscience.
“A girlfriend who can never kiss your mouth?"
I question looking up at his face and meeting his lit eyes. His face becomes more intransigent at my affront.
The romantic melody finishes playing right now. He removes his hands from me and walks over to the table beside his bed and grabs the bottle of champagne, shakes it and a fascinating explosion comes forward, throwing the cork against the ceiling of the room. He then looks up at the ceiling and smiles at it.
He silently fills two glasses of champagne and foam overflows and drips down the edges of our cups.
Larsson raises a glass in my direction and I walk toward it.
When I hold it, he offers a silent toast, touching the two glasses and then he drinks his champagne and lets me do the same. However, he interrupts our champagne and puts the two glasses back on the table.
His arms cross my ribs, so he approaches me and my hands gently touch his chest.
"Today I will undress you slowly," he lets me know in his hoarse voice.
"After all, you're my gift this night."
His hands glide over my body from top to bottom and start smoothly removing my black dress from my body. Now I'm only i
n my black panties, fishnet stockings, black gloves and black high heels, besides the black mask on my face.
He gets rid of his black overcoat too.
Slowly, he gets rid of my shoes, my fishnet stockings, my gloves and finally my black panties. I watch him as he gets rid of his clothes too.
Sitting on his bed, he puts me sitting on his legs, facing him, my arms crossing his shoulders so that I can caress his hair.
His hands glide smoothly down my back, exciting me to the point of distraction.
He leans to the side and grabs his glass almost full of champagne, looks into my eyes, turns his head back and spills a bit of champagne in his mouth, without touching his lips at the edge of the glass.
Then his head moves down toward my chest and he starts to lick and suck my nipples. I can see the champagne liquid mingling with the taste of my breasts and dripping down along my ribs. However, he runs his tongue on the liquid and sweeps it from my skin.
I go crazy with pleasure, feeling his tongue touching my other nipple. And now he makes it different as he approaches his champagne glass to my left breast and compresses it into his glass, moistening part of my nipple with champagne.
Removing his cup from my breast, he comes back to suck them with enthusiasm and appetite.
My fingers weave through his hair and pull it with vigorous agitation.
***
Larsson returns to another part of his room and I turn sideways on the bed to see him walking towards me bringing a round chocolate cake with whipped cream and some red cherries on top of its icing.
Part of my body, completely naked, is surrounded by a dark sheet. Larsson Tiger sits on the bed, holding this chocolate cake.
He is dressed only in his a black satin robe, open in the front, his nakedness becomes faintly suggestive.
His cake is placed in the middle of the bed between us. He rests his elbow on the mattress and lies on his side, facing me.
"Birthday without cake is no fun!" He mumbles.
I smile at him and see how much he seems to become somewhat human with his chocolate cake.
"Where are the birthday candles? The napkins and knifes?" I question looking at the cake by itself.
"Do not trouble yourself about it! We do not need that!" He explains.
"And how will we cut this cake?" I insist pursing the subject with him.
He looks at my face and responds very practically, "I have a fun and special way to do it!"
His forefinger perforates the middle of the cake. He looks into my eyes and licks his finger with the residue of chocolate.
"It is a delight!" He confesses. "Have a taste!"
Again he sticks his finger into his cake, removes it and puts it into my mouth. Then I lick it, look at him and smile then.
"Is it not good?" He insists.
"Yes, it is good and fun!" I smile again.
I shove my finger into the cake and then move my tongue over my fingers. Larsson watches me doing it and his eyes shine intensely at me. I look up to him and his face looks almost embarrassed while watching the image before him.
"Now I want to taste the flavor of the cake on your fingers." He informs me seriously, with his voice full of excitement. I hold the sheet wrapped over my breasts. I walk on my knees on the bed and I lay beside Larsson TIGER.
Our faces are so close that I can see the green of his eyes.
I turn my head to the side and perforate the cake with my forefinger and thumb. I look at his face and rub my fingers on his lips. He first licks my forefinger.
"It's tasty?" I ask him softly.
"It's a delight!" he responds and licks my thumb.
I watch his lips brushing my finger and approach my lips to his chin, as I am crazy with desire to kiss him on his lips.
I pull my finger from his lips and try to close my mouth over his as my lips slide up his chin.
As soon as he realizes that my lips are a threat to him, Larsson TIGER diverts his face from mine before I can touch my lips to his.
"What are you doing?" He asks confused at my movements, and gets up out of his bed in a hurry.
"I just wanted to feel your lips only once."
"The fun is over!" He exclaims, disgusted. “Put on your clothes! My driver will take you home."
I get up out of bed, stretch my arms and exclaim at him, "I hate every time you treat me this way as if I am just a fun toy in your hands."
He looks at me and utters, "But that is exactly what you are to me."
"Fuck you Larsson TIGER!"
I turn my back to him, collect all my pieces of clothing on the floor, wear my black shoes and walk toward the door.
"Will you go home that way?" He asks, gazing at me wrapped only in a dark sheet
"Do not worry. I'll give you back your sheet."
I open the door and leave the place.
Larsson walks to his bedside table, takes out a cigarette and lights it thoughtfully as he looks at his chocolate cake on his bed and then he whispers to himself, “Emily, you always require from me that which I will never be able to give you."
The car is going at high speed. The driver looks at me all the time in the rearview mirror as he seems worried about me, seeing me wrapped in a dark sheet, my tears flowing down with no interruption.
I despair every time I realize that it is impossible for me to reach Larsson TIGER's heart.
Chapter 5
"Perform a striptease for me!"
~Larsson TIGER
Months later...
Despite Larsson TIGER having never admitted it, I became one of his obsessions. Our meetings became frequent in his nightclub and even in his mansion.
Since I went to that house of prostitution, I never slept with another man except the one and only Larsson TIGER.
Whenever a customer tries to order me to enjoy his bed, Larsson always finds a good excuse for this to never occur.
I became a luxury prostitute for only one man, that is, for the prestigious Larsson TIGER.
***
"Wear it!" Larson orders me, throwing the tiger-printed lingerie on the bed.
"Perform a striptease for me!"
He issues his command sitting in his tiger printed armchair close to the window. He is shirtless, wearing only his black satin pants. His feet are bare.
He stands, looking at me as I'm standing on a small round barrel. Dressed in a satin bodice with tiger print, my black panties are tiny. I’m wearing heels printed with tigers and a tiger-print mask over my eyes.
I look around the room, seeking the courage to take my clothes off in a bold and attractive manner. After all, I have never performed a striptease for anyone.
A round bed is covered with quilts and pillows printed with tigers. On the ground is a huge carpet imitating authentic tiger leather.
I look to the side and see a tiger head made of ceramics hanging over the wall and again I look at Larsson TIGER as he is staring at me, waiting for me to start my erotic spectacle.
He holds control of the sound system and presses it tightly. An involving melody begins to invade the room.
Well, if I'm not mistaken this melody is from Florence and the Machine Band (Remain Nameless).
I turn my back to him and pull my hair towards my right breast. The tiger tattoo on my neck is visible to him.
That automatically impresses Larsson TIGER as he feels in his veins a sense of ownership over me.
At that moment his mind envisions the same phrases like a broken record on a turntable.
You are mine! You are mine!
My hips move with the harmony of the melody and even though I keep my back to him, I realize that my spectator writhes on his couch, as he looks fully excited.
I get rid of my tiger print bodice printed and throw it on Larsson TIGER's lap.
Slowly, I turn to face him and pinch my breasts through my fingers.
My challenging gaze seduces Larsson mercilessly.
Just as he wants to see me naked, I want him inside me.
Little by little...
In enough time and no hurry...
***
I look to the side, after opening my eyes. I'm still in the room filled with objects and decorations of tigers. On the floor are my black pantyhose, my bodice printed with tigers, my shoes and also my mask.
I sit in bed and wrap myself up in a sheet...
Then I walk slowly through the dim corridors of the house. Its silence is insistent and intimidating.
I feel alone and insecure in that big house.
Where's Larsson TIGER? I question within me.
Would he have gone out and left me alone in his mansion a few hours?
It's after two in the morning.
My feet in contact with the cold ground shrink automatically.
I finally reach the garden of the house. I see the dark green water lake, sculptures of tigers and also wonderful plants. At the end of the garden, I hear a noise coming from behind a huge plantation of climbing plants.
I walk toward the noise, however, I feel quite apprehensive after all this noise is very different and strange.
I approach more and more. Then I see a man with his back to me, leaning on the ground. He is shirtless, wearing only dark pants.
He is holding a huge piece of raw meat.
I breathe, relieved, when I identify him and realize that I'm seeing Larsson. My steps lead me towards him and I end up seeing a huge cage. Inside there is an adult tiger. I remember Zulu.
My hand touches my mouth while I watch this wild animal only a short distance away.
Larsson rises up, approaches the cage and gives the piece of meat to his animal. His tiger eats his food quickly and Larsson presents him with another piece of meat.
I try to approach them but the animal roars at me. Larsson looks back over his shoulder and sees I am wrapped in a sheet and barefoot.
"What are you doing here?" He questions, grumpy.