The Gamble, page 3
He laughed. “Yep. You’ll see.”
The elevator opened up. Phil led me down several hallways and through different doors.
I glanced around. It smelled musty and wasn’t a place I wanted to hang out in. “What is this place?”
“Jack has secret tunnels in his buildings.”
“That’s crazy...and creepy.”
“Yep.” He softly laughed.
I pulled on Phil's hand so he stopped walking, and I buried my nose into his chest and inhaled.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m smelling your yumminess and trying to block out the mold that must be filtrating my body right now.”
He laughed and put his nose on my head. “I’d much rather sniff you, too.”
I laughed, and he led me through the dimly lit aisle.
We arrived at another elevator, and he pushed the button. It quickly arrived, and we stepped in. He took off his jacket, pulled my hair back, then covered my hair and face so only my eyes were peeking out.
I laughed. “Is this really necessary?”
“The car should be right outside, but we don’t need anyone recognizing you…especially without your guards.”
I pulled it off my head. “I don’t need this. I’ll be fine going from the lobby to the car.”
His voice got very stern. “Sophie, I’m taking you back through the basement then, and we aren’t going. I won’t risk your safety.”
I sighed. “Fine. Have it your way.” I put the jacket back on my head, and he tucked my hair inside.
The elevator opened, and we stepped out into another lobby. He whisked me out of the building and into a car that was waiting for us.
Pulling his jacket off my face, I handed it back to him as he told the driver an address, then told him to stop off in Chinatown first.
“Why are we stopping off in Chinatown?”
“I need to pick some things up first.”
“Like what?”
“You’ll see.” He leaned into me and nibbled on my lobe a bit.
Little sensations rolled through my body. I whimpered a bit against him.
“You sure you don’t just want to go back to my place? I’ll make sure you have just as good a time, if not better,” he murmured.
I took a deep breath. As much as I was getting worked up with his nibbling, I wanted to see what he was into. “Later.”
"You sure?" His lips moved down my neck.
“Ah…”
His tongue lightly licked my collarbone, and his hand grazed my thigh and started to move under my dress. My pulse started to inch up.
The car stopped. Phil pulled back. “Stay in the car. I’ll be right back.”
I groaned. His touches set me ablaze, and I almost pulled him back to me and told him to take me to his place.
Phil got out and walked off. I sat in the car for about ten minutes and cooled down before he returned. He got in, and the car started moving again.
“Before we get out of the car, you need to put this on. The club is private and supposed to stay that way, but whatever you do, do not take this off.”
I looked down to see a silver masquerade mask that would cover everything but my eyes and mouth and surely hide my identity. He had another mask in his hand.
“Okay. But why can’t I take it off if it’s a private club and supposed to stay that way?”
“Because I don’t want anyone to know it’s you. If you’re going to go with me, I’m going to protect your reputation and keep you safe. The mask stays on, or you don’t go with me. So, promise me you’ll keep it on.”
I nodded. “I promise.”
“Good.” He leaned in and kissed me again.
His lips were so heavenly. I wondered how many women he had ruined with his kisses. Surely they would never feel this way kissing anyone else?
The car stopped outside another building, and my stomach started to flip. I had a nervous excitement running through my veins. I had done and seen a lot of things due to my career, but I wasn’t sure what Phil was getting me into.
And it doesn’t mean that I participate in things just because I see them.
Phil turned to me. “Last chance to go back to my place.”
I laughed. “You’re so worried.”
“There are some code words you need to know.”
I gave him a sly grin. “Like sex code words?”
“Yes.” He scanned my eyes.
My pulse increased again. “Okay. What are they?”
“If you want someone to stop doing what they’re doing to you, you say red. If you aren’t interested in someone, you say red. If you want to leave, say penthouse to me.”
My stomach flipped again.
He was waiting for me to tell him I understood.
“I got it. Red or penthouse.”
“Put your mask on.”
I put my mask on, and Phil helped me adjust it. He leaned in and kissed me and mumbled, “You’re so freaking sexy.”
I smiled.
He pulled out a contact lens case and took off his glasses. He put his contacts in and put his glasses in the cup holder across from us. Then he put on his own mask, which was similar to mine, except black.
“You ready for this? There’s still time to go back to my place.” His finger grazed my inner thigh.
I pointed to the door. “Out!”
Phil took a deep breath, opened the door, got out, and reached in to help me out. He led me into the building and up an elevator to the top floor.
The doors opened. “Fifty-five, sixty-eight, plus one and red,” Phil said to a man with a metal detector wand.
The man looked at a screen, hit some buttons, and nodded. “Spread your legs and arms out, please.”
I spread my body out, as did Phil, and he checked us for weapons.
“All clear. Go on through.” He pointed to the door behind him.
Phil led me through another door, and the beating of music rang out. We stepped out of the hallway and into a dark bar with some soft strobe lighting.
“There’s a two-drink maximum. You can’t take it beyond these doors. Do you want a drink before we go back?”
“What do you want to do?” Suddenly I was a bit nervous. I glanced up at him.
“Let’s have a drink, Petal.” His thumb grazed my cheek.
“Okay. I’ll have a pinot.”
Phil led me to the bar. I glanced around and saw about half the crowd was wearing masks. Clothing ranged from barely there to fully dressed.
While I hadn’t been to a sex club before, enough of my after-parties had generated orgies and other uncommon sexual acts, so I wasn't totally naive.
Phil grabbed our drinks and led me to a small two-top table.
“So, you’re into sex clubs?” I asked.
Phil looked a bit nervous again. “Yep.”
“What do you like about them?”
“I don’t have to think.”
“Why don’t you want to think?”
“Because I do it all day long for lots of people.”
I nodded my head. “I can understand that.”
“You can?”
“Yes. It’s why I don’t get serious with anyone.”
“You’ve had a lot of relationships over the years, according to the tabloids.”
I laughed. “Your boss’s wife owns a PR firm. I’m assuming you know how legit the tabloids are.”
“Yes, but you’ve had relationships.”
“Those are men who can take care of my sexual needs and look good on my arm. They don’t really have a brain. It’s pretty safe.”
Phil licked his lips at me. “Pretty safe from what?”
“Emotions.” I took a drink of my wine.
Shit, did I just say that?
“So, your emotions are my thinking, then?”
I looked at him. “Yes. I suppose so.”
“Why do you want to avoid feeling emotions?”
Because the last time I got emotionally attached, my boyfriend killed himself.
I shrugged and took another sip of my wine.
Phil waited for me to answer, but I avoided the question. “So how does this place work? What happens when I go beyond these doors?”
“There are different rooms, depending on what you’re into.”
“And what are you into?” I took a sip of my wine.
“It depends on the night. And I don’t know until I get back there.”
“Based on who you see doing what?”
He laughed softly. “I guess you can say that.”
I bit my lip and stared at him.
He gazed back at me and sternly said, “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do, Petal.”
“I won’t.”
“What’s the code words?”
“Red and penthouse.”
“Good.”
I stood up, walked over, and sat on his lap.
He pushed me off of him. “You can’t have physical contact out here.”
“Oh, sorry.” My face flushed.
He stood up and grabbed my hand. “Don’t be sorry. Come on.” Phil guided me across the bar and through another door. The music changed into new-wave pop rock. It was my genre.
“There’s six different rooms back here. The community room, dungeon, honeymoon suite, private show, vampire, and bodily fluids. I don’t go in the last two, but if you’re into that, then no judgments.” He pointed out all the rooms.
I laughed. “I think I’ll skip those two as well.”
I walked farther into the hallway and turned to go into the private showroom. It was dark, and there was a crowd of people who were all watching a woman who was blindfolded and chained to a bed. Five different men and women were doing different things to her body, and you could hear her cries of ecstasy.
My heartbeat started to thump against my chest as I watched and listened to her reaction to every touch. Phil stepped behind me, and I could feel his hard-on growing against my back. I reached behind me and put my hands on his outer thighs. His fingers laced through mine and then slid across my stomach. He reached down and started to pet my pussy through my dress.
I gulped and leaned into him.
His mouth went to my earlobe. He took a few nibbles. “I’ve wanted to get this dress off you all night.”
I whimpered against him and glanced around. People were all touching each other or themselves. Some had no clothes on except masks. Some wore no masks.
I realized that we both had masks on, and no one would know who we were. For the first time in about twenty years, I realized that no one recognized me. I murmured, “Then take it off.”
Phil didn’t hesitate; he reached up and unzipped my dress. He pushed it down my arms, and it fell to the floor. I stepped out of it, and he went and put it into a cubby that I hadn’t seen against the wall. He came back to me and turned me toward him.
I stood in my electric-blue La Perla, barely-there thong, and see-through matching bra. I glanced through my silver mask at him and caught his eye through his black mask.
He stepped forward and traced my breasts through my bra. “You’re stunning, Petal.”
I inhaled sharply.
Phil pulled me to his mouth and urgently started to dart his tongue all around mine. I melted against him, but he pulled me back. He turned me around so I was watching the show again. “Keep watching,” he whispered in my ear.
A woman was now diligently eating the chained woman out, and her cries of pleasure were ricocheting across the room.
Phil stood in front of me and bent down. He kissed me through my underwear, then slowly slid them off me. His hands grabbed my ass, pulled me into his face, and he started gently sucking my clit.
“Oh…” I breathed with hitched breath. My hands flew to his shoulders to steady myself as I throbbed into his mouth.
The woman chained to the bed started to orgasm as the men and women continued to pleasure her all over. The other viewers in the room were all starting to release as well, and the echoes of women and men climaxing vibrated everywhere.
Adrenaline started to creep throughout my body, and an urgent need to orgasm flooded me. I pushed Phil’s head into me harder and begged him to release me.
He didn’t hesitate and increased his intensity on me. I groaned and quickly exploded into my own high as my legs lost the ability to hold me up, and my upper body fell on Phil’s back.
Up and over the cliff I flew as my body pulsed into his mouth, and my cries became lost among those around me.
My body was a rag doll, but he held me steady to his mouth and continued to skyrocket me. When I came down, he massaged my ass and slowly made his way up to my mouth. His tongue hit mine, and I tasted my fresh orgasm swirling in my mouth.
“Your voice is so beautiful, Petal,” he murmured against my mouth.
Everyone around me told me my voice was beautiful, and it wasn’t a big deal to hear the compliment anymore. But Phil telling me was different. It felt special again.
“I missed you,” I whispered. I hadn’t meant to say it, but it rolled out of my mouth.
“I missed you too, Petal.” He groaned as I pressed my naked lower half against him and his steel rod throbbed against my stomach.
For months I had obsessed over him, wanting desperately to contact him but holding myself back. Now he was in front of me, and the sounds and sights of raw, uninhibited sex threw my need for him into overdrive.
“Show me how you want me tonight.”
He peered down at me from within his black mask, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
I stepped forward. “Don’t think. Take me how you want me and don’t think.”
Reaching behind me, he released my bra, then picked up my thong. He grabbed my hand, walked to the cubby, and threw in my undergarments.
I turned toward him and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and chest buttons, then pushed his shirt off him. My lips made contact with his pecs, and the vibration of his moan ricocheted in his lungs. His skin was warm and smooth, and his heartbeat thumped against my lips.
I quickly reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I grabbed his underwear and pants and pushed them down to the floor. He stepped out of them, and I picked up his clothes and threw them into the cubby hole.
He leaned down to my ear and whispered, “Sophie, don’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
Grabbing his neck, I pulled his ear to my mouth and whispered, "Stop thinking." Then I gazed up at him before I grabbed his hand and led him out the door and into the community room.
I didn't know why I decided to go into that room, but I did. The room had a few dozen people in it, and different pieces of sex furniture were all around.
A foursome that was close by stood up and circled us. Two men started to kiss my back, and two women started to kiss Phil’s. We stood staring at each other through our masks as other people’s mouths made their way down our spines, butt cheeks, and legs.
One of the men made his way around my body and started to kiss my front thigh. He made his way up until he got to my mouth. I jerked my head so he missed my mouth and hit my neck instead.
I’m reserving my mouth for only him.
Phil saw. A small smile played on his lips.
A woman followed suit and made her way up the front of Phil’s body. When she got to his mouth, he did the same and only allowed her to kiss him on the neck.
I bit my lip and smiled back as butterflies fluttered around my stomach.
Phil stepped forward, grabbed my head, and started kissing me as if no one else was around. As he pulled me closer into his body, the other people circled us once more.
“Condom,” Phil muttered between kisses.
My dripping sex pulsed next to his body as his mouth devoured me, and his dick throbbed with pre-cum against my stomach. “You make me feel so good,” I moaned into his mouth.
“Let me make you feel better,” he murmured between kisses.
My body shuddered at the thought.
Someone handed him a condom, and he led me over to a massive leather bed and laid me down. The other people all followed. A man knelt behind my head, pinned my arms next to his outer legs, and began to rub his hands up and down my arms.
Tingles ran down my limbs as my heart rate climbed.
Phil’s eyes locked onto mine. He pushed my legs up so my stilettos were on top of the bed and spread me wide. Massaging my thighs for a brief moment, he shoved forward and entered me in one motion, groaning as my body tried to wrap around him.
Stars burst into my eyes as my body tried to make room for all of him. He watched my eyes and gave me a minute to refocus. “Okay, Petal?”
I nodded. Tiny little surges flew through my veins as Phil started slowly rocking into me.
“Oh, God!” I cried out as he pushed in and out of me.
So many months of waiting and wanting, trying to feel what he felt like but without much success, masturbating with and without toys, and fucking others...anything to try and feel again how he’d made me feel. Now he was here, and he felt five-thousand times better than I remembered.
One of the women started to suck on my left breast, and the other man started to do the same on my right. Phil stared down on me, scanning my eyes, double-checking I was okay with it all.
I moaned, and Phil pulsed inside me.
My body was an inferno of pleasure. I was unprepared for how soft and warm their tongues would feel together on my breasts. I didn't expect the pleasurable shocks that rushed through my arms as soft hands pinned them against the cold leather. And I was caught off guard when my body started to grip against Phil and spasm against his cock.
The woman started to stroke my hair, caressing my head and moving her mouth between my breast and my neck.
I moaned, and the vibration swept through my throat as one of my new songs came on. My voice blasted throughout the room, and the strangers all started moving to the beat. Phil stared down at me, his lips turned slightly up in a reminder that we knew something the strangers didn’t.
In this secret world, no one except Phil knew I was Carlotta Ensign. I was just a naked girl with a mask on whom he called Petal.
The other woman stood behind Phil and wound her arms around him, kissing his shoulders and wrapping her body so tight around him it was like they became one. As he thrust in and out of me, her body moved fluidly with his.
