Everything about what I'm seeing now pleases me beyond understanding.
She walks through the foyer doors, and my eyes flip to the security feed. It shows her heading to The Orgy Room. If I had to guess, it's Trista's favorite just as she seems more interactive in there with patrons than the other rooms.
I sit down in my chair and watch. If I'd been asked what I thought the chances were that Trista Barnes would come to The Wicked Horse on her day off, the answer would have been "not a snowball's chance in hell."
But here she is... and I'm on edge to see what happens.
Thirty minutes later, I'm pushing out of my chair with only one destination in mind.
The Silo to talk to Trista.
I watched as she drank a glass of wine and chatted with the bartender. She stayed no more than twenty minutes and left as soon as she finished her drink.
My pulse raced, thinking she might be leaving, but I was relieved when I saw her walk through the foyer and down the hall to The Silo, and that's when it hit me.
She's here to try the lifestyle out.
And dressed the way she is, feeling brave, adventurous, and loosened up with a few drinks, she was going to get well laid tonight.
I make it to The Silo only seconds after she does, and she's still walking toward the circular bar in the middle as I enter. My Silo here in Vegas is very similar to the one in Wyoming, except for one huge difference. The Silo in Wyoming is well lit, and there's no mystery to the fucking that goes on there. The glassed rooms are bright and so is the circular interior.
I had this room decorated in black and deep purples with incandescent lighting. There were spotlights to showcase the action in the glass rooms, but there were also the curtains for privacy. And in the interior away from the circular bar, there was plush seating--again in a washable vinyl--where patrons could make out, fondle, or fuck. It's not overly dark, but it is dim, maybe even a little romantic feeling but for all that highly kinky shit going on in those rooms, and still completely rocking a sinful vibe.
Trista walks up to the circular bar, which is outfitted with stools, unlike the other bars, to encourage people to move around. The Silo is a bit different as it has more of a show quality since most of the action goes on inside the glass rooms with the people on the exterior watching so they should be able to do so comfortably.
I come up behind her just as she orders a glass of white wine, then perches that phenomenal ass on a stool. The one to her right is empty and I slide onto it, and the movement gets her attention. She turns to look at me, her eyebrows rising in surprise.
"Oh, come on now," I admonish her with a smirk, and then let my eyes slide to the bartender who walks up. I place a quick order as I feel like a good scotch tonight. "I'll have a Laphroaig, and put her wine on my tab."
The bartender bobs his head and I turn back to Trista. She still has that same stunned look.
"You can't be surprised to see me in here," I tell her casually. "I do own this place."
Her facial muscles relax and she gives me a hesitant smile. "Of course I'm not surprised. I'm just... well, I guess I'm a bit nervous to be in here and was hoping I could just observe unobtrusively."
"Ah," I hazard a guess. "You're a voyeur. You like to watch."
The bartender returns with the drinks, and Trista immediately picks hers up to take a sip before giving a shake of her head. Those honeyed lengths fall over her golden, bare shoulders. Her eyes peek up to mine, her smile sheepish. "I have no clue what the hell I'm doing here. Curiosity, I guess."
Fuck yes.
This was even better than I anticipated. The signs are all adding up.
Her increased comfortability the last three days. The way she watched more of the action and was clearly affected by it. And finally... having the actual guts to come in and watch some more. Watching Trista fidget in her seat, seemingly needing more wine to calm her nerves, I realize she wants something from this club, but she has no clue how to go about getting it.
Her sexual curiosity has not only been awakened... it's been poked and prodded. Now she wants to know more.
And I'm just the guy who's going to do it for her.
The only guy, I decide.
CHAPTER 8
Trista
My entire body feels as tight as a rubber band, and I have the feeling that Jerico is intent on making it snap. I can see it in his eyes... The calculation, the challenge, and deep within those green irises, I clearly see lust.
What does he see when he looks at me?
Can he tell how nervous I am to be sitting here?
Over the last week working at The Wicked Horse, I have learned something incredibly important.
Sex is not what I thought it was.
I've had sex. Lots of it. Most of it has been very good, while some of it has been mediocre.
None of it, though, has been like what happens inside The Wicked Horse. As I've watched couples, triples, and hell, even groups of people with so many arms and legs sticking out I had no clue how many were participating, I realized my sex life has been utterly lacking. I've never screamed like some of the women I've seen here, and I've never had a man take hours with me just to see how many orgasms he could wring out. That's right... I've seen some men spend hours on just one woman, working her over until she was nothing but a pile of goo.
The question remains, however...do I really have the guts to give this a try?
I'm quite sure the answer to is "no" as long as Jerico is sitting beside me. While he may be the epitome of my fantasy man, he intimidates the shit out of me. I could never relax around him.
If I can get Jerico to leave, I resolve I will at least make an effort to meet someone who has potential for a hook up. That will be my promise to myself so this trip tonight will not have been in vain.
"So what do you want?" Jerico asks, and his words cause me to jump in my seat so that my wine sloshes over the edge.
I don't bother looking at him as I sit my glass down and use the bar napkin to wipe the wetness from my fingers. But I answer his question with all the vagueness I can muster, "I have no clue what you're talking about."
Jerico chuckles. He laughs in a way that pretty much says he thinks I'm full of shit.
He doesn't pull any punches and tells me just how it is. "Trista, you're here because you want to get fucked like you've never been fucked before. Don't be embarrassed about it. Accept the fact that there is not one person in this building who will judge you for participating in and fulfilling your desires."
I stare at him, contemplating what he just said. His words are the perfect thing I need to hear and yet they do nothing to alleviate my nervousness. "This is so far out of the box for me; I'm really not sure I can do this."
"Want my help?" Jerico asks casually as he picks up his glass of scotch and takes a sip.
His offer doesn't surprise me. Jerico is an extremely sexual creature. While I know there are women in here a million times more beautiful and sexy than I am, he's a guy and he's not going to pass up an easy fuck.
Still, there's no way I can accept. I shake my head and politely say, "No offense, but I don't think it's a good idea to bang my boss."
Jerico's head falls back, and he lets out a peel of rich, sensual laughter. When he looks at me, his eyes are filled with mirth and his teeth flash at me with amusement.
"God, you're fucking adorable," Jerico says with a grin. "You have no idea how much I would enjoy defiling you."
I know he's half kidding me, but I decide to play along with his joking demeanor.
I cock an eyebrow at him and with a skeptical voice, I ask, "Defile me? That sounds very criminal."
The amusement slides right off Jerico's face and instead his eyes burn with something I can't identify as he looks at me. "Oh, Trista, the things I want to do to you are very criminal, but there is no doubt in my mind you would enjoy them."
A full-body shudder runs through me, and I'm completely mortified Jerico witnesses it. I know he recogni
zes it as my body betraying me, essentially telling him I very much like the idea of him doing criminal things to me.
Reaching his hand out, Jerico takes the stem of my wineglass in between his thumb and forefinger and slides it toward me. "How about you sip at your wine and let me show you a few things as we sit here at the bar?"
I pick up my glass and take a gulp. After setting my glass down, I ask for clarification. "And just how would you show me?"
Jerico gives a nod of his head toward the glassed rooms. "I'll sit here with you, and we'll watch the various shows that are going to happen. As you know, there will be some kinky-ass shit. If you have any questions, you can ask me. If you have any interest in trying something, I volunteer. If I'm not your cup of tea, I'll find someone to take you in one of those rooms and give you your fantasy. But for now, we'll just sit here and watch."
I stare at Jerico, weighing my options. I know that this is a very dangerous game I could be entering. I've already seen enough inside The Wicked Horse to know my body is going to react. I know that I'm going to want things. Worse yet, I'm sitting next to a man who seems more like a God than a human being and who has offered to give me what I want.
I should leave.
I should get up, politely decline Jerico's offer, and leave.
Instead, I spin my barstool so my back is to the bar and I'm facing the glass rooms. Without even looking at Jerico, I mutter, "Okay. We'll watch for a while, and you can answer any questions I have."
That's the most I'm willing to commit to, although even that sounds hollow to me.
Jerico swivels his stool so he's also facing outward. The move causes his knee to brush against my bare thigh and goosebumps to break out.
My eyes scan across the four glassed-in rooms that are visible from where I sit. All have action going on inside. Before I can even focus on anyone in particular, Jerico leans toward me, draping his arm on the bar behind my back.
"The third room," he says quietly.
My gaze slides there, and my breath catches as I take in the beauty of what is happening inside.
It might be every woman's number-one fantasy, or at the very least in the top three.
The room itself is stark and bare. The walls are a cream color. There is a raised platform in the center upon which a mattress draped in lavender silk sheets rests. During the nights I've worked in The Silo, I've noticed this room is usually used by a couple or threesome who enjoy performing publicly.
The three bodies on the mattress are certainly putting on a show. A woman with pale blonde hair is sandwiched between two men. They are both tall, well muscled, and equally well endowed. Their hands and mouths are everywhere, and even the two men share a deep kiss.
"What do you think of that?" Jerico asks, his voice sounding like pure sex.
I don't even think to lie. "What woman wouldn't love that?"
Jerico chuckles, but then his voice turns even silkier. "I expect the woman who doesn't love cock in her ass wouldn't. Do you like anal?"
My spine tingles with the prospect of what Jerico is asking me, but I have to answer him honestly. I turn my face so he can look in my eyes and know I'm hiding nothing. "I don't know if I like it or not."
Jerico nods in understanding before turning to look back at the room. I let my eyes follow as we watch the threesome for a few silent moments as they kiss, stroke, suck, and bite at each other.
One of the men rolls to his back, taking the woman with him until she's straddling right over his dick. She reaches her hand down and guides him inside. His hands go to her breasts as she starts undulating on top of him. I cross one of my legs over the other, which doesn't give me any relief from the throbbing between my legs. If anything, I can feel my clit pulsing in cadence with my heartbeat and my breathing starts to become shallow because I know what's coming next.
The other man crawls behind the woman, places a hand at the back of her neck, and pushes her forward until she has to balance herself with her hands on the other man's chest.
I don't know whether to be appalled or turned on by the crudity of it, but the man simply spits in his hand, wipes it on the end of his dick, and then drives it into the woman's ass. My own ass puckers at the thought of that invasion, which I know could not have felt good. The woman, however, immediately starts moaning as she lets both men do the work. Holding her body still, the man underneath her thrusts his hips upward while the other pounds her ass from behind.
"That's not how it would be your first time," Jerico says. I'm too mortified to look at him as we discuss the potential of me engaging in anal sex. He continues, "That woman has a lot of experience, and she likes it rough and painful. Not many can take a cock like that."
I watch the unbelievably dirty and erotic threesome, getting more turned on because it's clear they are enjoying themselves immensely. At the same time, while it could be my utmost fantasy to be with two men, the thought of taking a dick back there scares the living crap out of me.
I'm probably going to regret this, but I can't help but ask, "How did she work up to that?"
Jerico's hand comes to my jaw, which causes me to jerk in surprise. He turns my face so I have to look at him, and he chastises me. "Be honest, Trista. You're not asking how she worked up to it. You're wanting to know how you could work up to it."
I try to shake my head in denial, but his grip on my jaw is firm.
"Just ask me, Trista." His voice rumbles with command. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I'll show you whatever you want to know."
His hand falls away from my jaw, but I am powerless to look away from him. His jade eyes promise me so many things that my head spins. My entire body feels electrified, and I swear pure adrenaline is flowing through my veins.
I lick my lips. In a hoarse voice, I ask, "How would I work up to something like that?"
I swear flames leap in Jerico's eyes, and he gives me a wicked smile. He answers me by standing up from the stool so fast to position his body in front of me that I gasp in surprise.
His large hands go to my legs. When he puts pressure on them, they uncross and spread apart. He steps in closer, placing his hands on the bar behind me, effectively caging me in.
Jerico leans his face toward mine until his mouth is just inches away and I can feel his warm breath... smell the smoky peat of his scotch.
"I'd take my time with you," Jerico whispers with such seductive promise that my legs start to close involuntarily so I can squeeze against the ache between them. Instead, the insides of my thighs hit Jerico's legs and practically tremble when he continues, "I'd loosen you up first with a really good orgasm... Probably with my mouth between your legs. Then I'd fuck you slowly from behind, while using my fingers in your ass. Or, if I felt like you could take it, I'd use a plug. Regardless, I would work that tight little ring of muscle very gently so that by the time I slid my cock in your ass, you'd be begging for it."
I can't say anything. I can't even move because I'm afraid it would be to get down on my hands and knees and beg Jerico to do what he just said. Instead, I let my breath out in a slow gust and stare right back into his heated eyes.
He gives me a slow smile as he drops one hand from the bar to come to rest on my thigh. His hand slides up slowly, going right under my skirt until his thumb grazes the edge of my panties. He does this without ever taking his eyes from mine.
"But you're not ready for that yet," Jerico murmurs as his thumb does nothing but stroke me. "I'd start off with something a little bit different."
My heart is pounding so hard I feel like it's going to explode out of my chest. My fear should be ruling my actions as I would be best served to hightail it out of here. But I'm too far gone.
"How would you start off with me?" I'm slightly embarrassed over how young, naive, and even needy my voice sounds.
Jerico's hand goes still on my leg, his eyes boring into mine as he assesses the legitimacy of my request. "Do you want me to tell you or show you?"
This is bad.
/> Really, really bad.
I want him to show me. Absolutely I want it, and I want it so much it physically hurts. There's an ache between my legs that I know only action will satisfy. I am so freaking attracted to this man in a way I've never been attracted to anything. Not even chocolate. He makes me feel beautiful and desirable, and I know he will be the best sex of my life.
I just know it.
But he's also an ass, and he's my boss, and he's just a means to an end for me. He owns a freaking sex club, for God's sake, and the list of negatives could go on and on. This is a man unlike any other. I've never dealt with someone who has his magnetism, confidence, or command. I've never wanted to just roll over and submit to someone so much. I'm afraid if I do that, I'll lose myself forever.
This is so bad.
But I've made my decision.
With a hard swallow and without ever letting my eyes waver from his, I tell him, "I want you to show me."
I do not mistake it, and it amazes me, but Jerico's expression is one of relief. It's fleeting, and his eyes immediately darken. With one hand still under my skirt and resting on my hip, the other comes up to wrap around the back of my neck. He gives me a squeeze--perhaps of warning, maybe of reassurance--and says, "Are you sure?"
No. I'm totally not sure.
"Yes," I whisper. "I'm sure."
Again, relief morphs into lust as he pulls his hands away from me. "Let's go to my office. We need to set a few ground rules first."
I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it most definitely wasn't a talk to discuss rules. I thought perhaps he'd just take me into one of the rooms. But I can't ponder that because Jerico has my hand in his and is pulling me off the stool to drag me out of The Silo.
CHAPTER 9
Jerico
I hold her hand tightly, afraid she'll realize she probably just made a deal with the devil and try to run from me. But it's too late for that. She said she was sure. Looked right in my eyes and told me she wanted me to show her my world. I can feel her right below my belt as my mind starts to spin with the possibilities of what I will do to her. Have her do to me. Endless pleasure for us both if she's brave enough to push forward after we have our talk.
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