I recognized it from art history class last year. It depicted Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden on one of its panels but on another were sinners being punished in hell. It was a creepy, yet appropriate message for this audience but most of the celebs never even gave it a look. I bet none of them even realized it was Avery’s social commentary about them and their desires.
We moved through the entranceway under the main staircase balcony into a large ballroom with more lavish décor and scattered throughout were marvelous ice sculptures, each one depicting a symbol of female beauty and purity.
My eyes fell to the black grand piano near the front of the room on the right. The man sitting behind it played a classical piece that I think was Tchaikovsky.
The men looked comfortable in their black tuxedos and black ties while the women seemed to draw an authority with their immaculate appearance in their designer gowns. They were dripping in diamonds and ostentatious jewelry. We are definitely not at summer camp anymore.
This was a completely new level of clientele. I couldn’t help but recognize many of the faces around the room. These were the faces of American royalty. There were movie stars – some of which starred in my favorite films – rock stars, country music stars, and the odd politician whom I recognized from TV, and who I gathered would see their career end if they were caught here, but then again, that’s what Avery specialized in…secrecy. Here, they were safe.
The smell of wild orchids and pale white roses filled the air. Memories of Avery and me surrounded by wild orchids at his waterfall, made my heart race. I looked at the flowers all around the room and smiled up at Avery. He squeezed my hand in acknowledgment and winked.
I ran my other hand down my hip trying not to look as self-conscious as I felt. I was a girl who ate cheeseburgers while they ate caviar. I was so thankful Avery bought me this dress, at least I could somewhat blend in.
Just as I started to relax, I stepped forward to follow Avery and my heel caught the edge of a large circular rug causing me to lose balance and spin downward. As I went down, I struggled, grasping for anything I could use to break my fall. I caught the edge of a table that held up a large sculpted ice swan with my fingers. The damn thing must have been six feet tall.
As I rolled downward over the side of the table, the great swan rose up into the air as if it were taking flight from all the formal pretentiousness that emanated from these VIPs and with a thunderous blast, the great goose exploded into a thousand pieces.
All of the conversation stopped as I lay beside it, face down, with my dressed hiked up backward over my panties and my legs splayed wide. Thank God I wore underwear tonight or my ass cheeks would have been prominently displayed for America’s one percent.
I was sure their heated stares would melt the ice quickly and dry up the disaster I created.
I caught one snicker from a female voice at the back of the room, but I couldn’t make out whom it was. All their stares were more of a pitiful nature as if to say, that poor Ohio farm girl…tisk...tisk… someone give her a Kleenex.
Avery quickly recovered and lifted me with both hands as I smoothed out my dress. Neither of us said a word but only stared into each other’s eyes along with the ghostly faces of Sara and Colt as Elias and several staff members moved in to clean up. I smiled politely, while they carried on.
I studied Avery’s square jaw and his fresh-shaven skin then I followed it up to his perfect lips. I took in a slow deep breath trying to calm myself as Avery smiled widely down at me like an angel.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“I’m sorry about your swan. It was very pretty. It’s just that I can’t seem to concentrate on anything except the majesty of this place,” I said.
“Don’t worry about the swan. I have extra staff on hand tonight just for you. They call themselves the ‘Hurricane Aria Squad’. I also had this swan moved far from the rest of the ice sculptures just in case you needed to get it out of your system.” He lowered his mouth to my ear. “I’ve already run through five scenarios where you’ve tripped, fell, knocked over or into something. I think I have Aria-proofed the rest of the Manor. You should be safe now,” he breathed, then placed a soft kiss below my ear. I shivered in excitement as his moist lips and hot breath gave me a chill.
“Thanks…I think,” I said, as I glanced up at him with my head cocked sideways and my eyes jaded.
We made our way around and mingled through the sea of men and women lost in conversation with one another.
The lights were dimmed across the ballroom and that made it feel more intimate. Twenty servers walked around in black plaid pleated mini-skirts, white knee-hi socks with black heels, and university styled white half-sweaters with purple Camp Paramore logos over their left breasts. Pierce made sure each server’s sweater was at least two sizes too small because those buttons could burst at any second on those girls.
They carried trays with drinks for the crowd and as they walked by us, we each grabbed two shots of Jameson, and Avery ordered Chocolate Martinis to be brought to us right away. Sara and I both squealed in delight. Free drinks!
“I thought you only had fifty guests this weekend,” I said, scanning the room. There were many more people here than that.
“Yes. There are only fifty VIP guests, but to have their fantasies fulfilled, I have over a hundred and fifty housegirls and houseboys so really there are up to two hundred people staying here at any one time during the season not including the wait staff,” Avery said. I swallowed nervously.
“What are housegirls and houseboys?”
Avery smiled at me. “My guests demand a wide selection of entertainment, and that comes in all shapes and sizes and ethnic types. When guests make a reservation, they can submit a request for the type of housegirl or houseboy they want to tend to their needs while they stay with us. It’s like having your own personal butler or maid while you’re here. All over the age of eighteen, of course, and you pretty much can do what you want with them, as long as they give their permission.” My eyes widened.
“Are you saying you provide paid escorts?”
“Not at all. They are personal attendants like one might find if you visited Ancient Rome, Egypt or Japan.” Avery’s eyes scanned over his guests. “The more exotic the fantasy the more my guests will pay to have someone act it out. It’s like Fantasy Island only in the middle of Pennsylvania. Welcome to Pennsylvania Island,” Avery laughed.
“I can’t believe all these people stay here in the Manor,” I said.
“Some of my regulars, like Sienna, Maya, Pierce, and sometimes Colt, stay in their cabins near Camp Jameson, while others stay in servant rooms here in the Manor. I usually require new housegirls and houseboys to stay in the rooms here at the Manor while they go through their training. At Camp Jameson, the focus of the classes is to teach people how to get in touch with themselves and what gives them pleasure. Here at Paramore, the classes focus on how to give other people pleasure. How to serve them and become the best companion they can be. So, where Camp Jameson focuses on the individual, Camp Paramore focuses on the partner. Paramour in French means lover. It is normally spelled P-A-R-A-M-O-U-R, but I spelled it P-A-R-A-M-O-R-E, because like the rock band plus, I also really dig variant spellings.”
“Wow, I learn more amazing and totally nerdish things about you everyday,” I winked. Avery’s smile widened.
We had mingled further through the crowd when I felt someone grab my arm gently and as I turned, a faint whisper of Bombshell by Victoria’s Secret embraced my senses as a beautiful and familiar brunette stood beside me.
“Hi, Aria. Its Jenna from Hawaii, remember me? It’s great to see you guys again,” she said, looking from me to Sara then back at Avery and Colt. “This place is awesome,” she said smiling at Avery. What…the…fuck?
I glanced from Jenna straight up to meet Avery’s eyes as they softened like a puppy dog caught digging through the trash. Mister, you have some serious explaining to do later.
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It’s nice to see you, again,” I said, batting my eyelashes at her. I hope that didn’t sound too…fake.
Colt and Sara had wandered strangely to the other side of the room where Pierce was standing by the bar. Cowards.
Jenna was the same height as me, 5’5”, with a slender frame, long dark brown hair, and glasses. She was beautifully geek chic.
We chatted politely with Jenna, making small talk, as my eyes kept a bead on Avery’s and we exchanged an entire argument in the few seconds it took Jenna to mention how big this place was. Our stares came very close to spilling out into the verbal world when Kim, the bartender from Camp Jameson, approached us.
“Hi, Aria. Great to see you again,” Kim said to me. I greeted her, and then she turned and spoke to Avery.
“Dorian has arrived and is getting settled, he’ll meet you around nine.” Avery thanked her and turned back to me as I downed another shot I had just taken off a passing server’s tray.
“Will you excuse us, Jenna? Kitten, I will have to go soon to greet Dorian, so let me give you a quick tour before I get busy.”
I waved a quick goodbye to Jenna as Avery led me through the crowd and up the center staircase to reveal a hallway full of rooms on both sides.
“There are four floors here at Paramore. The ground floor houses a restaurant, two bars, house staff training center, costume/supply shop, multiple theme rooms and an in-ground pool that is half inside and half outside. There are several basement levels below the main ballroom. They house the dungeon for all of our guests who like BDSM. It also contains a grotto cave system with its own underground pool that curves and winds around the dungeon. There are more theme rooms down there including our polar room and a fully functional bat cave for our cosplayers.” Avery stopped a moment to greet someone then motioned me to continue to the second floor.
“The second floor, here where we are, contains several of our larger ballrooms and theme rooms. Also, this year at Casino Night we’ve added a Harley Poker Run. I’ll tell you about that later after I finalize a few more of the…details,” he smiled widely. Boys and their toys, I thought to myself.
“The third floor contains the VIP guest suites. The fourth floor is where all the dorm rooms are for the house girls and boys. To get upstairs, you can use the elevator over there or you can take the grand staircase on either side of the communal room. The back stairs are for the wait staff.”
Avery stopped in front of the Roman themed room and looked at me. I glanced around and took note of the ancient décor.
“My guests have many quirks and fetishes. Each room is a different theme to serve those fetishes. We can handle almost anything here within legal reason. Always remember you never go into a room without being asked.” He put his hand on the doorknob then hesitated and took a step closer to me.
“Aria, you will see things here that will titillate you but may also scare you a bit.” He ran his hand down my cheek. “I know we’ve never talked about any of this, and I’ve been too wrapped up in business lately, but if there is anything that you want to try while you’re here, just tell me. If there is one person on this planet you can be totally honest with…it’s me. Don’t ever be afraid to tell me how you feel. I want you to try new things and continue on that journey of self-discovery that you started at Camp Jameson and this place can do that for you.”
“My love, I will always be honest with you. You are my rock. I wouldn’t know what to do without you,” I replied, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice.
He opened the door and stepped in. “This room is the doctor’s office theme room. The exam table has straps and stirrups for increased reality.” I reached out to touch the stethoscope that was hanging on the wall and quirked my eyebrow at Avery.
“Cute,” I said, taking in the cold, sterile room with eggshell walls and checkered tiled floor.
Avery laughed. “This room is anything but cute,” he said, looking at the table with stirrups and straps. “But, I will say that this table can do some interesting things,” he added.
My mouth ran dry and I squeezed my legs together, trying to fight off the ache between my legs.
Avery led us out of the room and closed the door behind us. Each room we came upon was different in theme.
There was an arctic theme room with a bed in the center. It had a stuffed polar bear in the corner with a vibrator where the bear’s penis should have been and I just shook my head, Aww-naw.
The next room was even more startling as I looked at the stables in the middle of a large room.
“This is the pony play room,” Avery said in a low voice, watching my expression. “Yes, some people like to dress up as ponies, complete with bridle and harness. They often trot around the room and have their house servants ride them and what not.”
My mouth fell open then I quickly closed it. That is fucking weird. I tried to form a question but I was…uh…never mind.
Avery closed the door as I told myself that I didn’t want to know where the oversized back door led.
The next room was Asian themed and looked like the inside of a subway car. Avery explained that girls would go in there and guys would pretend to read the paper or a book or whatever they do on a subway, then they would crowd close to the girls and grope them while others sat and watched or had sex. There was some seriously messed up stuff here.
Door number five had life-sized dolls in it and life-sized doll clothes and I quickly made Avery close the door. I tried to hold in my laughter but that only made me laugh that much harder.
In the back hallway, connecting to the right and left hallways was a glass case filled with high priced diamond and crystal dildos and other luxury sex toys that were available for purchase. No wonder Avery was so rich. His clients blew money on their fantasies like it was candy. You couldn’t find these fetishes at sex clubs. This was boutique shit. High grade Pollyanna fucked up sexual fantasy.
Avery took in a deep breath then climbed the stairs to the third floor. “These are the house suites for the VIP guests. There are twenty-five rooms in this wing and another twenty-five in the other wing. Aria, you are going to meet many eccentric people while you’re here; but then money tends to do that to people.” Avery studied my awkwardness at the scale of this place. “Come on, I want to show you one more thing.”
We descended the back stairway, sinking lower and lower until we reached the level beneath the main ballroom.
Avery was quiet as he led me down the end of the hall to a large wooden door. He stopped, punched in a code in the keypad, and turned towards me.
“I saved this as a surprise for you. This is my most favorite room. You’re about to see why.” His eyes shined like sparklers. He led me into the room and I heard him lock it behind us.
“As soon as we get to the bottom step, I want you to close your eyes,” Avery instructed.
I looked back at him nervously then we descended the stairs.
At the last step, I closed my eyes. He led me a few steps more then stopped. I could feel the humidity on my skin and I wondered where we were. A sauna?
“Open your eyes, Aria,” Avery breathed.
I quickly did and was met with the most beautiful sight. “Welcome to the Subterranean Cave,” he said.
It was magical. A small cave was the backdrop to the gently lapping water that cascaded downward from a small waterfall into the crystal-clear water below and echoed all around us. Beside the water’s edge was an eight-foot plush round mattress.
He escorted me to the edge and I felt his warm hands unzipping my Valentino dress. He held it out for me to step out of, and then he tossed it. Next, he removed his jacket and black vest and tossed them to the mattress beside us. His eyes traced the outline of my body as he circled back around. I was in a black lace bra and panties as he unbuttoned his black dress shirt.
The sound of the water falling against the rocks and my escalated breathing were the only sounds. How did he always amaze me?
“Put your hair up,” he s
aid handing me a large clip. I fumbled with my long hair as Avery slipped off his shirt and let it fall to the mattress then he rushed to kiss me like he couldn’t wait to taste me.
A gush of air escaped my lips and then our kiss became all out ravenous. I reached for his pants and quickly undid them. I pushed his underwear down with his pants and he reached out to undo my bra. Not once did we break our heavy kiss. Everything in that kiss was each of us getting lost in one another.
I stripped from my underwear and Avery lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he turned to descend the steps into the water. I felt him tremble in anticipation as we sank into the heated water below.
He pulled away and stared into my eyes as he penetrated me.
Our moans filled the cavern and echoed through its recesses. I knew this was more than Avery making love to me. This was Avery releasing all his anxiety and drowning himself in me like he could with no other. I was his escape. I was his retreat, his salvation, and it filled my heart with love knowing that I was all of that for him, that I was the only one that Avery needed most in this world and it took my breath away.
Avery pulled out, then deliciously thrust back in as he whispered, “beautiful, Aria.”
I smiled widely to him as I let my body press perfectly into his like we were made for each other.
He took his time but there was urgency in his movements. With each motion he was pushing away all of our worries. And with each moan, they floated away like an echo in the cave.
We exploded together in sync like a beautiful melody. We held each other tightly.
Shortly afterwards, Avery led us to the stairs. We dried off, dressed, and he released the clip from my hair and kissed my forehead.
“I’m so glad you’re here with me. I like sharing my world with you,” he said.
“Me too,” I breathed, staring up at him.
“It’s time for dinner,” he said. I was glad because I needed food after cave sex.
I walked with Avery up the stairs and over to the bar and we both did a shot of Jameson while Kim made me another chocolate martini.
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