Virtuality

by Ladee Katherine

  I look at my reflection in the mirror above my vanity. Taking the combs that held my wild and fiery red hair back, out. I watch as it tumbles in lose waves well past my shoulders. The make-up I wear is artfully applied to make my hazel eyes stand out at their brightest. I pull at the straps of my gown, and watch as the black silk slowly slips down the golden tanned curves of my body. I walk to my bed and sat down staring at the card once again.

  The name, ‘Plaisir Den,’ is embossed in crimson, with beautiful, sweeping cursive letters. I flip the cardstock over and on the back it says, ‘Numérique’. I pick up my cell phone from the nightstand & swipe at the screen to pull up my web browser. I type in the name and a website for it comes up. The page matches the card, all black with the crimson lettering. A phone number sits directly under it. So much secrecy! I was most definitely intrigued.

  After a 20 minute phone call and a smooth, coaxing tone on the other end, I am now making my way to this place. For some supposedly high-end exclusive club, it sure is in a shitty location. I’m sure with the kind of transactions I’ve seen in this brief walk, is an indication that people in the area know how to keep their mouths shut.

  I walk down an alley to go through the side door as I was instructed to do. A feeling of trepidation slithers its way through me, making me hesitate in my footing. Do I really want to know what this ‘Den of iniquity,’ may hold for me? The rounded green awning with its single low voltage light shines softly on the large mahogany door. I take a look around once more, fearing my identity would be noted but who here would recognize me. It is my own guilty conscious that I am doing something dirty that is making me paranoid. A little round camera buzzes, catching my attention as I walk the three steps, raising my closed fist to knock on the door when I hear a snick. I see a sliver of the oriental carpet that lies on the floor as the door releases inward. My already outstretched hand pushes the cool wood the rest of the way.

  The foyer is richly decorated in deep, sultry tones of gold and burgundy. A baby-faced gentleman makes his way toward me in his pressed butler’s uniform. He is maybe two inches taller than my five foot-eight inch self. I breathe deeply, the scent of wood polish and a light floral medley fills the space.

  “Hello, Ms. King, my name is, Andrew. May I take your jacket?” Andrew’s voice is friendly, putting me slightly at ease. By slightly, I mean my stomach isn’t churning anymore. He walks around to my back to grasp the shoulders of the trench. I tremble in nervousness as the material slips slowly down my body. He folds it over one arm while offering me his other. “Please come with me, Ms. King.”

  I place my arm in his and we begin our walk towards the stained glass door covered in red blooming roses. He opens the door, ushering me to go ahead of him. I am only two steps into the hall when cobalt blue rays of light scan me from head to toe. I hear the click of the door shut behind me. I turn and see that Andrew has left. It’s okay, Lucy. What’s the worst that can happen? Someone can knock me out and steal my kidney, that’s what. Oh Lord I am going to be some unwilling, black market organ donor. When the light finishes its scan, Andrew walks back in offering me his arm.

  “What exactly is going on here, Andrew? And please call me Lucy.” I say, my voice a little shaky, as I take his arm once again.

  “You will see in just a moment. I suggest you press enter.” He winks at me with a half-smile painted on his baby-face, giving him a devilish mien. Christ preserve me! What the hell am I getting myself into? He walks me down no more than three doors. Andrew inserts a plastic card into the slot, much the same as hotel rooms use. He opens the door and it is one of the most sterile environments I have ever seen. The room is a stark-white back drop for a machine that almost looks like a tanning bed. This must be why the voice on the other end of the phone had asked me if I was claustrophobic.

  “Would you please go behind the dressing screen and change into the outfit provided.” He points me in the right direction. Like I would miss it, it’s the only other object in the small room.

  “So…tell me about what I am to expect.” I ask curiously. Slowly I undress, methodically folding every item in my possession and setting it on the chair provided in this area as well. A white jumpsuit hangs on a hook just behind the screen. I reach for the silky spandex material and weigh its lightness in my hands. I’m just procrastinating, putting off the realization that I am really going to go through with this virtual encounter. I slip on the jumpsuit and it molds to me like a second skin. I can see all kinds of flexible wire woven throughout the breathable material.

  “Just press enter.” Andrew says to me and I have to remember again the question I had asked him previously.

  Ah! What to expect. Still it doesn’t answer the question though. “So you said.”

  “Ready?”

  “Ha! About as ready as I’ll ever be.” I respond while walking out from behind the screen. I see Andrew has the sleek tanning bed looking contraption open. It is lined in some kind of clear plexi-glass and glows with a vibrant, neon-blue light. It all seems so silly and unbelievable to me. How can this contraption make my fantasies come to life? The phone call that led to me being here today replays in my mind.

  “I promise, you will live out your deepest fantasies. The ones you are too afraid to even admit to yourself.” The voice was coaxing. A deep male tone promising me my desires is hard to pass up.

  “And how much will these fantasies cost me?” I clutch the phone a little harder, thinking of how much this would be worth. I wasn’t going to pay an astronomical amount of money for some virtual encounter that wouldn’t work.

  “We will allow you one free visit. After you have enjoyed what we can provide, will we talk money.” He says it with such assurance, like I’m a done deal. Well for this free try, I kind of am.

  “Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

  “We will be waiting for you Ms. King.” with those last words spoken I hung up the phone and redressed quickly.

  I walk over to Andrew where he stands next to the bed. Its neon lighting beckons me to come closer. “So I just lay in here?”

  “Yes, Ms. King.” Andrew says with a hint of humor in his voice and I roll my eyes at my own skittish behavior. Come on and grow a pair, Lucy.

  “Okay” I climb onto the bed, feeling its hard surface surprisingly warm underneath me. Andrew comes around to stand above my head, placing a cloth of matching material over my face. I hear the snap of him plugging the fabric into the little slots above my shoulders. A whirring sound begins as the top of this bed closes down on me. I can feel the deprivation of this machine slowly sinking in. Every bit of material on my body begins to constrict tightly over me, even my face making me panic. I grasp at the cloth, trying to pull the damn thing off. I breathe deeply trying to get a grip. My eyes are still shut tightly from my dismay. When I open them, I look around wide eyed and in shock. I am standing in my own bedroom, every detail exactly as it was the moment I decided to redress and come to this damn place. What the fuck? Was everything I just went through some elaborate daydream? For Pete’s sake! I am still in my underwear holding the card and phone in my hand. I set them both down on the vanity and walk toward the bed.

  “Hello.” I jump at the voice of the woman stretched out before me in my bed.

  “Jesus Christ! Who in the hell are you?” My voice is a little shaky as I clutch at my chest, willing the speed of my heart to simmer on down.

  “My name is whatever you want it to be.” She answers. Her voice is smooth, seductive and a slight tingle starts in my center as I gaze on her a little longer. Regardless if she belongs in my bed or not, I want to reach out and touch her. My Lord! The woman’s body is perfect in the tiny scrap of black lace panties and bra. She even wears thigh-high fishnets on those crossed mile high legs.

  “What are you doing in my room and in my bed?” My tone more breathless than angry at the thought of this stranger here in my room let alone my bed. Her familiar chocolate colored eyes hold humor in them at my reaction.


  “Because this,” She says waving her hand over herself, “is where you want me.”

  “I didn’t ask for you to be here.”

  “You don’t have to ask. I am one of your greater desires. I want to please you.” She says while slowly unfolding her body from the bed. The woman stands up and walks toward me. She slinks her way over the fifteen feet, her glide intent. She holds a big push button in her hands that gleams red. Now that she is standing in better lighting I can see her form was a three dimensional projection. She is a holographic seductress who also happens to be right. To be with a woman is one of my biggest fantasies. I have wanted to taste and be tasted by a woman for as long as I can remember. Since the tingly warmth of budding arousal in my youth brought my eyes to linger on women in a way that would shame my family is how long. Always, I am wary of what I do and how I look, choosing to be demure in public out of respect for the stuffy “King” family name. Always denying myself the chance to try and be with the person I want to be with.

  “I am your secret desire; the one you are too afraid to admit to those around yourself.” Her voice is sultry. A slight and sexy rasp that I would love to hear moaning my name.

  “But…I’m attracted to men.” The denial of my true wants passes so easily from between my lips. Once again, even in my fantasies I let this stigma fucking take from me. Screw them! This is my mind. A vision of the woman standing before me bent over holding her ankles while I run my tongue up her taut legs with my nails digging into her thighs, invades my thoughts.

  Mmm…” her figure wavers as if she shivering at the same image that crosses my mind, “Yes, but you want me as well.”

  “I…this is crazy.” I shake my head. This isn’t even real.

  “It doesn’t have to be crazy.” She extends her arms forward. The word, “Enter,” is on the button and is pulsing to the beat of blood coursing its way through my body.

  “I will be your every desire. Just. Press. Enter.” She says coaxingly.

  I slowly extend my hand and press the button. I watch the woman’s image waver and suddenly her body is tangible. The button she held in her hands is now gone. Live and in person she steps closer to me, a breath of air separating our bodies. I can feel warmth lightly radiating against the entire length of my body. Her breath is minty and my mouth salivates for a taste of her lips.

  “Touch me, Lucy.”

  “May I call you by a name, any name?” I ask, finding it awkward not knowing the name of someone I am going to be intimate with.

  “You can call me whatever you want.” Her sweet breath fans against my lips thick enough to slightly taste.

  “Emma.” I say, while reaching out. I trace a finger down her exposed arm. I feel the taut flesh goosebump under my gentle touch and in turn, my pussy runs wet. How in the world is this only virtual? She feels so real.

  Emma’s hands reach around me and encircle the small of my back, holding my body tightly against hers. My breathing accelerates as I feel the press of her lace clad breasts against my own. I lean in and tentatively touch my lips to her pouty, slick ruby red ones. I become more aggressive, my hands sliding into the long, silky locks of her raven hair, tugging her head back. Her mouth opens wider on a long and exultant moan. This gives me leave to penetrate her even deeper with my tongue. The same way I imagine myself doing to her dripping wet sex. The slide of our tongues twirling against one another is hot and slick making my pussy clench in neediness. This building kiss fans the flames of the inferno now burning inside of me. I run my fingers through her shoulder length hair and drag the digits down the front of her chest, never stopping the ministrations of my lips upon her own. My hands firmly cup the soft mounds of Emma’s breasts, palms rubbing the pebbled peaks. She moans, ‘Yes,’ into my ear and the hairs on my neck stand as I shiver in delight.

  This is all thrilling and unbelievable. My conscious is now trying to invade, putting a damper on my lust addled thoughts and actions. Part of my mind is screaming at me, telling me that all of this isn’t real and that I am paying for sex that isn’t even happening outside of my head. The other part of my conscious is bitch-slapping that thought, telling it to shut the fuck up and enjoy something you have always wanted.

  Stopping is now a far cry from happening as I feel Emma’s hands roam down to my ass. Emma grips the cheeks of my bottom and pulls me to straddle one of her knees.

  “Oh, fuck.” I groan against her mouth and she nips at my bottom lip tugging it gently with her teeth. I begin to rock subtly against her thigh. The feel of the fishnets she wears, against the satin of my panties is a breath taking contrast, making me dampen her knee in want.

  “I want you so bad, Lucy. I want to feel your silky juices on my fingers as I pound them in and out of that sexy little cunt. I want you so wet you pool into the palm of my hand and drip down to my elbow.” Emma’s voice is low and controlled and my body wants to be obedient to her wishes.

  “Ugh! God yes, please!” I plead. My fingers grip her hair to bring Emma’s tantalizing mouth back to mine.

  Emma glides her hands up to the back clasp of my bra, teasingly working the eye hooks apart. Freeing my breasts from their satin confinement, Emma’s nimble fingers tease my hard and achy nipples.

  I begin to kiss her harder. I feast on her plump lips. All reservation is gone. I am going to live this one moment to the fullest and enjoy one of my greatest fantasies. I suck on Emma’s tongue and bite on her lush lower lip, tugging it between my teeth. She moans into my mouth and the sexy sound of her words makes me want to throw Emma down to the floor and grind myself into her sopping wet pussy.

  “I want that, too” Her words confuse me for a moment.

  “Want… oh, did you hear that?” I groan, and my head falls back my hair tickling my exposed skin. Emma pinches my nipples just shy of too hard, then rolls them gently between her fingers.

  “Yes. Now fuck me, Lucy.”

  We steadily make our way towards the bed till the back of my knees hit the cool wrought iron scrollwork footboard. She crouches down, hooking her finger into the sides of my panties, pulling them along with her. Emma’s eyes are heavy lidded as she takes in my clean mound and the arousal that dampens my thighs. She licks her lips and I grab the railing of the bed behind me so as not to fall from my knees buckling at sight of her wetting her lips. I pull myself back on to the bed, sliding my way to the headboard and spread my thighs wide to further entice her. I hook my hands into the wrought iron behind my head making myself look vulnerable, captive.

  Emma undoes the front clasp of her lacy bra and uncovers the gloriously petite breasts. They are small and firm with rosy pink slightly upturned nipples. They are hard and in need of my teeth and tongue. She slinks her way over on hands and knees, each indention into the mattress making her breasts sway for my gaze and mine jiggle just a bit for her.

  There is carnal intent glowing from within her milk chocolate eyes. She slides her cheek against my leg, her gaze still locked on mine. I could feel her warm breath glide against my calf up high, along my inner thigh. Teasingly she skips over my sex and peppers kisses along the bottom of my abdomen. I grip the headboard painfully tight to restrain myself from moving Emma’s head to where I really need her.

  I lose myself in the feel of her mouth upon me as she teases me with the light and constant pressure of her lips moving along my body. Emma slowly rises over me, nipping at the fuller underside of my breast before enveloping the dusky pink nipple in her mouth. The warm heat of her mouth is staggering to my senses. Her tongue swirls and flicks the hardened bud making me arch my back. I feel Emma’s knee press firmly into my waiting heat as she rocks subtly into me at a maddening pace that drives me to writhe beneath her. She drags her fingers lightly down the middle of my chest, going lower, reaching down my abdomen and over the mound of my sex. Her fingers travel over the lips of my soaking wet pussy, spreading them to glide a finger in-between.

  “Oh Emma, yes that feels so good.” I call out, the feeling so good I could not
contain the incoherent noises I begin to make.

  “You are so wet for me. I can’t wait to bury my tongue as deep as I can. Taste all that honey.” She sucks a finger into her mouth and my knees fall open loosely for her.

  “Ah, fuck,” slips throatily from me.

  She giggles and then sets in on my willing and waiting sex. Her tongue makes wide lapping motions from the dip of my core to the bud of my pussy, leisurely, collecting every bit of my arousal and setting back in for more. I clench at the duvet underneath me, shredding the delicate plum colored silk with my French manicured nails. Emma begins to work her fingers deep into my core, pumping them steadily in and out. She sucks on my clit and my body bows from the intensity. I’m so fucking close to coming against her pretty lips when she moves away.

  I cry out at the loss of sensation. Emma smiles beatific at me, my juices glossing her ruby lips. She pulls at the sexy little ties that hold her panties up at either side of her waist and the lace flutters down on to the bed. Her pussy is well groomed leaving just a strip of hair to decorate her mound. I pull my lip between my teeth and bite down as I think of that pretty little pussy riding my fingers or my face. Fuck!

  Emma positions herself to hover over me. “Open yourself up to me, Lucy.”

  I reach down with my hands and spread the slippery wet lips open. She looks me in the eyes and descends down on me, her clit sits directly over mine. “Mmm…Emma. God you are so fucking hot and wet…mmm.” The hardened nub of her sex feels so good against me and that was before she started moving. Her hips glide back and forth just once and I swear an electric current passed over every nerve in my body. A light sheen of sweat covers my body as her hips buck fluidly against mine. Her head is back and body arched as we both grind our pussies against one another, even quicker. My orgasm is so close now that my movements become disjointed. Emma massages my breast roughly as she continues to rock her hips furiously into mine. My breath hitches and my body becomes taut straining for that last little movement that is going to throw me over the edge. Emma pinches my nipples hard and that bite of pain is what sends me reeling. The euphoria in this abyss of pleasure/pain is amazing and I stay aloft on this orgasmic rush until Emma moves herself back down my body. She couldn’t possibly be trying to eat my pussy. I am way too sensitive. I am still shaking from the power of the orgasm she just wrung from me. I look down at Emma’s beautiful face and something is still nagging me about the familiarity in her expression.