Black Light: Celebrity Roulette, page 4
She kept her voice soft as she leaned in to finish her sentence. “…get changed and downstairs. I don’t know what I was thinking offering to MC the event at Black Light on the biggest night Runway is gonna have since, like, we opened.”
Nalani smiled softly. The women had gotten to know each other better the last few months. Unlike Madison, Nalani was more comfortable staying in the background, but she had proven she could totally step up into the spotlight when necessary. “It’s the chief of the Beverly Hills Police Department. I tried to see what he wanted, but he says he’ll only talk with you,” her assistant for the night answered apologetically.
“Shit.” She took the phone and answered with the agitation the jerk on the other end of the phone deserved. “What is it now, Doug? Did one of our patrons jaywalk this time? Or maybe they drove one mile over the speed limit?”
“Cut the crap, Madison. This is serious,” the older voice groused.
“It’s, like, always serious with you. You should be thrilled Runway is such a huge success. I’m sure the added revenues for the city are helping pay your bonus check this year.”
“Are you kidding? Any added revenue is eaten up by the overtime I have to pay out to cover the traffic problems in the blocks surrounding the mansion. The damn city council never should have changed the zoning to allow a public business in a residential neighborhood,” he whined like a child.
The bastard found a way to fit that complaint into every conversation they had. She didn’t have time for repeats.
“Is that why you called? If so, I suggest you take this up with the city council. I’m busy.”
“Oh, believe me, I’ve tried. That cocky bastard Jaxson Davidson has a lock on every last one of them. I don’t get it. He’s a real prick.”
“It’s Mr. Cartwright-Davidson, and you’re just jealous.” Madison grinned, understanding that since all but one of the city council members were now regulars at Black Light, they would not be in a hurry to threaten their sexual playground. Handing out those free memberships had been some of the best money the trio had spent.
The bark of laughter at the other end of the phone annoyed her. “Yeah, right.”
“Is this why you called? To let me know my boss is a prick?”
The head of police got serious again. “No. I called to warn you that you have exactly fifteen minutes to clear the traffic jam surrounding your property before I give the green light to start passing out tickets for impeding traffic to the hundreds of cars clogging the streets around your property.”
Madison glanced at the clock on her cell phone. Shit, it wasn’t even five-thirty yet.
“We aren’t opening the gates until five-thirty tonight. The party doesn’t start until seven.”
“Wrong. You’re gonna open the gates now and start moving the crowd along. Residents are calling complaining that they can’t get to their home. There are cars and limos double and triple parking close to your gate, making it impossible to pass. And there are people trapped trying to get in and out of the Beverly Hills Country Club.”
“Why are you calling me with this? You should have called Miguel Martinez. He’s in charge of security.”
“Yeah, right. We all know you’re in charge of everything and everyone there, except maybe Jaxson Davidson, and that bastard isn’t answering his phone. I tried him first.”
“It’s Jaxson Cartwright-Davidson and that’s because he pays people to handle shit like this.”
“Exactly. So handle it. You have fifteen minutes.” The call ended abruptly.
“Dammit.”
Nalani had stayed nearby, knowing Madison would be turning Runway over to her and Avery for the night soon anyway. And unfortunately, this particular problem was impacting both Runway and Black Light. “Well?” she prompted.
“You need to call Miguel and let him know we need to open the gates and start clearing the traffic jam from the neighborhood.”
“Okay, I can do that,” Nalani replied, still completely calm.
“At least the weather is cooperating. I still don’t want to let partiers inside too early tonight until we are ready, but they can start lining up at the front door.” She took a deep breath and resumed her action item list. “Make sure Miguel gets men out directing traffic, too. Not just at the gate, but in the streets surrounding us. Thank God we had DJ Yellowtail sleep in one of the guest rooms last night. Give him a heads up that, like, we want him to start early. Oh, and we need to let Avery know to move the catering timeline up. And…”
“Stop! I can handle this stuff. You need to head up and get changed. We both know a good portion of the cars fighting to get here are heading down to Black Light anyway since the event is supposed to start at seven-fifteen. Let Avery and me handle things up here tonight.”
It felt wrong to be dumping so many problems onto the woman, but even so, there was no way Madison was going to bow out of her mistress of ceremonies duties that night. She’d been looking forward to it for months. Her pulse quickened at the promise of the sexual adventure ahead of her. Acknowledging she would let Nalani take charge, Madison handed her the phone. “Thanks again, for jumping in to help out up here tonight.”
“It’s a great change of pace for me. I’m actually having fun.” Nalani’s brown eyes twinkled.
“That’s good. I won’t be able to keep my cell phone with me tonight so you’ll have to call down to the bartenders and have them find me if you need anything.”
“Just go. We’ve staffed up and have everything organized. I’m sure all will go smoothly and if not, we’ll let you know.”
Madison leaned in for a quick air-hug that ended up little more than their shoulder’s bumping before she took off at a fast pace towards the open, winding staircase that was the focal point in the foyer of the mansion. Her high-heeled pumps clicked on the marble as she rushed up.
Since her own home was just a ten-minute drive from the mansion, Madison rarely had occasion to stay over at her place of employment, but she’d decided to make an exception tonight. Not just because she would be working as MC for Black Light until late, but more-so because it was Valentine’s Day and she had high hopes for her own romantic end of the holiday… if Trevor McLean cooperated.
She used her electronic master key to open the heavy door to her suite. Despite already taking one shower that day, Madison headed straight to the large bathroom where she’d dumped all of her belongings earlier in the day. Catching a glimpse of herself in the long mirror, she had to smile at the transformation she planned on pulling off.
After turning on the water to warm, Madison starting stripping the designer, floral business suit off, not stopping until she’d removed even the lacy bra and panty set from Victoria’s Secret. She stepped directly into the spray of steamy water, anxious to wash her straight-laced businesswoman persona down the drain for the evening.
Tonight, she would be assuming a new and improved role.
Mistress Madison.
She’d done her research and couldn’t wait to make her grand entrance at Black Light that evening. While she’d popped downstairs occasionally after the rush at Runway died down, it had always been quick visits as an employee.
No, more like a voyeur.
Tonight would be different. She would not only be participating, but in many ways, she would be the center of attention—a place she was ordinarily very comfortable. But tonight would be more exciting. Naughty.
And she couldn’t wait.
She spent the next hour or so transforming herself. When she finally stood before the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, her reflection shocked even herself.
Gone was her flowing blonde hair and conservative, feminine business suit, replaced by the most sinful outfit she had ever worn. She’d spent a small fortune on her makeover, yet the second she saw the results, she knew it had been worth every single penny.
She started at the floor, inspecting the thigh-high black leather boots with three-inch spiked heels. The small jeweled buckles at the ankle and top added just a splash of fashion that would twinkle in the unique lighting of Black Light.
Moving higher, the skin-tight, faux-leather bodysuit hugged every inch of her curves. She’d purposefully chosen the one with long sleeves and a high neck, not because she was too shy to show off her body, but because it fit the Mistress Madison persona. Regardless, this outfit fit her like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. The design lifted and showcased her ample breasts and highlighted her hourglass figure. She turned ninety degrees so she could admire the way the unique material shimmered as the suit clung to the curve of her ass, extending just a few inches down her legs. That left about four inches of her tanned skin peeking out above her boots.
The transformation of her face and hair had taken some practice. She’d spent hours on Tumblr studying the hair and makeup of women in various BDSM accounts, and had settled on pulling her long flowing hair up into a high and tight pony tail, blow drying the thick strands until they were pin straight and hanging far down her back. It worked perfectly with the thick eyeliner—black, smoky eye shadow—long, fake eyelashes—and deep crimson lips.
Topping it all off was the thin riding crop she grasped in her left hand.
Hello, Mistress Madison.
As if they knew she was finally ready, her cell phone beeped with an incoming text from Elijah. ‘Gsts arriving. Jax looking 4 u. Chase gonna throw up if not here soon.’
Madison smiled at the typical Elijah text, always abbreviated. At least she could understand this one. She shot off a reply: ‘On my way,’ and then set her phone on the counter.
She’d be leaving it here in her room since electronics weren’t allowed in Black Light. Grabbing the electronic keycard and tube of lipstick she’d need, she tucked them into the only place she could carry anything—jammed between her leg and the inside of her high boots.
With a deep breath, she took one final look in the mirror and gave herself an impromptu pep talk. “You’ve totally got this, girl.”
* * *
Minutes later she stepped into the small elevator that was the fastest route to Black Light from the third floor. In addition to using her electronic keycard to identify herself, the elevator also required her retinal imprint before it would acknowledge the basement as its destination.
Madison used the short ride down to calm her nerves. She could hear the pounding music that had already started at Runway as the elevator passed the first floor, heading into the bowels of the mansion.
When the doors opened, the dim lighting of the sex club stood out in stark contrast to the brightly lit lift. As the elevator was located away from the normal entrance in the bar of the club, she saw just a few people as she stepped into the open play area.
No one seemed to pay much attention to her until she arrived at the drawn velvet curtain that separated the dungeon room from the bar area. As soon as she pulled the fabric aside, she came face to face with Elijah.
It was in that moment she wished she’d snuck in her cellphone just so she could have captured the dumbstruck look on her co-worker’s face as he recognized her.
“Eh… Madison?”
While most women, including herself under most circumstances, might feel sexually harassed by the feral look on the Dungeon Master’s face, tonight Madison took his stunned silence as he ogled her as the highest compliment. It was too tempting to fuck with him. She reached up with her right index finger, placing her long, pointed fingernail under his chin to close his slack jaw. “You look surprised to see me. I told you I was on my way down.”
“Yeah, but… I didn’t… I mean… never seen…” His rambling trailed off as he shook his head, trying to pull it together.
“I’m headed to the theater. Get back to work, Elijah,” she demanded, taking off before the DM snapped out of his haze and realized she’d just dommed the Master Dom.
She grinned as his mouth slid open again, too stunned to come up with a retort before she was moving around the curtain.
The bar area was already almost full of people and it wasn’t even seven yet. They still had fifteen minutes before the event would start.
Madison felt the eyes of the crowd on her as she pushed her way through the members. The space was condensed enough that everyone already bumped against each other. The closer she got to the theater, the more hands she felt brushing against her as she weaved through the bodies, while trying not to look too hard for Khloe Monroe. It wasn’t necessarily that she wanted to run into the A-list actress, but she knew that where Khloe went, Trevor McLean wouldn’t be too far behind.
She needed to let her obsession with the burly bodyguard go. They’d gone out a few times, but then he’d had to travel to the East Coast for a few months when his boss had to be in New York… and they hadn’t stayed in touch. He’d played the gentleman, insisting they keep things casual, and in theory she’d agreed — but the longer he’d been gone the less she liked the arrangement. With Ryder and Khloe back in Cali, she had high hopes of picking up where they’d left off tonight.
“Holy shit, bossman wasn’t kidding.” The comment had come from one of the dungeon monitors, Tyler. He was blocking the entrance to the theater and didn’t move without making her an offer. “I’ll let you use that crop on me any time, baby.”
Falling deeper into her Dominatrix persona, Madison stepped closer until their chests brushed. He was a good eight inches taller than her so she had to crane her neck back to meet his eyes. Feeling empowered by the nature of the club, Madison dressed him down. “That’s Mistress Madison to you. I’m nobody’s baby.”
She didn’t miss the widening of his eyes or how his breath caught as he answered with a soft, “Okay.”
“Not okay. Say ‘yes, ma’am.’”
The normally dominant man finally snapped out of his temporary stupor at her transformation, but he continued to play along. “For tonight I’ll call you whatever you’d like if it will get me a date after the event.”
She let the sly smile play on her lips as she crushed his hopes. “I have plans, but thanks.”
“Lucky bastard.” Finally remembering they both had work to do, Tyler stepped aside and ushered her in with a grand sweep of his arm. “After you, ma’am.”
Madison felt powerful. I mean, like, she wasn’t a pushover on a regular day or anything, but tonight was different.
And she liked it.
A hint of disappointment threatened to cloud her happiness when she realized Trevor wasn’t there yet to admire her new persona. She was going to be sorely disappointed if she ended up in that king-sized bed alone later. She wanted Trevor McLean, and by God, tonight was the night she would seal the deal.
“It’s about time you got here. We expected you thirty minutes ago.” It was her boss, Jaxson, dressing her down. The only indication that he even noticed her metamorphosis to Dominatrix was a quick up and down of her outfit. Unlike the other men she’d encountered, he clearly only had eyes for his husband and wife, which made her like him that much more.
“I’m here in plenty of time. Anything happening I need to know about?”
Jaxson took a stack of notecards out of his suit-jacket pocket and handed them to her. “Here’s your cue cards and notes on the contestants. We were moving stuff around on the stage and I didn’t want them to get knocked off and put out of order.”
“Thanks,” she said as she reached to take them from him. “Where are we with the arrival of the contestants?”
“Per the last update from security at the gate, all are accounted for but one, although some are still walking in from the parking lot. It was a good idea to use the golf carts to help ferry people tonight.”
“Yeah, we have the carts. Why not use them?” The small talk was making the butterflies in her tummy flutter. It had been a long time since she’d felt the jitters before being in front of a crowd. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was because she was out of her element tonight, but she’d done her homework. Now that she was down here, she just wanted to get things started as soon as possible.
“Madison! You look amazing! I almost didn’t recognize you.”
She turned to find that Chase and Emma had joined them from the other side of the theater. She wasn’t sure which one of them looked better. The few times Madison had spent any time around the new parents, they had looked so wiped out. But not tonight.
The trio had come to play.
“Emma! Chase!” They did an awkward group hug as she gushed over them. “I was hoping you’d be here tonight.”
Chase grinned as he pulled out of their hug. “Are you kidding me? We wouldn’t miss roulette. I’m really looking forward to just being a spectator tonight. Thanks again for taking on the MC role.”
Before Madison could reply, Emma whistled an unladylike catcall before adding, “This outfit is going to have many men, and probably a few women, here fighting over you before the night is over.”
She chuckled as she added, “There better not be any fighting. I don’t want to have to use my crop.” She waved it around for good measure, hoping she didn’t look as inexperienced as she felt.
“Don’t kid yourself. Most of the people here would love nothing more than to feel your crop across their bare ass,” Chase teased.
The pleasant sexual anticipation she felt settling low in her abdomen reminded her that she wasn’t at Runway tonight. She gripped the leather tightly in her hand in an attempt to hide how her hands had started to tremble. What the fuck? She needed to keep control.
Trying to stay focused on her friends, she changed the subject back to them. “I don’t think I’ve seen all three of you here together since you had the twins. You must be happy to have a night off parenthood.”
She noticed the flash of panic in Emma’s eyes just as Chase wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist and hugged her to him.
It was Chase who answered. “It’s kind of a big night for us. It’s the first time we let the nanny take the twins over to my mom’s house alone. They are going to spend the night there… away from us… and Emma is…”
