“I’m keen to watch you and your buddy enjoy a few lap dances,” I murmured to Mister X, squeezing his butt cheek. He groaned, redirecting my hand toward a large bulge at the front of his pants.
Fighting for my attention, Mister Y pulled me to him, drawing me into a hungry kiss. I savored the taste of his hunger, teased his tongue, then released the kiss. “I want to see you grind your body and moan tonight,” he said.
I broke away from Mister Y’s caress and poured some passion into Mister X’s lips. It was time to get some real fun.
THE CHURCH
Vera
Midnight
“Poor little Vera has two beautiful boys tonight. What will I do with them?” I teased Misters X and Y as we walked through the doors of The Church.
“I can think of several ways we can have some fun,” Mister Y caressed my waist.
“Mmm, like what, sexy?” I purred.
“Like, how about you tease me until I can’t take it any longer?”
“We’ll see, lover boy.”
I turned to Mister X and bit the corner of my lower lip. “How about you, handsome?”
“Do you feel this bad boy?” Mister X asked as he grabbed my buttocks with both hands and pressed his erection into my pelvis. “He wants you.”
Oh, I felt his hardness. There was no mistaking the arousal for anything else. Breaking away from the boys, I scanned The Church. A blend of musky vanilla and blooming gardenia hungheavily in the air. The employees were top-class professionals who mastered the art of seduction, from exotic dancing to whispering sweet nothings into the men’s ears, persuading them to stay longer and spend more money. This was the place where some of the clientele could forget their wives, girlfriends, and families for one night.
“I’d like to pay for the boys and me,” I said to the cashier by the cloakroom. Dolled to perfection, she wore nothing more than a gold mask, shiny nipple patches, and a sliver of a pink thong. She was stunning with her hair hoisted high in a thick, blonde ponytail, and her tanned body glossed with a glittery shimmer.
“Princess, you get in for free,” the blonde replied, eyeing me up and down before darting her baby blues at the men. “These boys will have to pay for themselves, though.”
She smiled sweetly at Mister X and Mister Y, who fished out their credit cards. It was simple. No one argued with the blonde bombshell, Mistress B. She gave us a choice of masks to buy, ranging from the heavily decorated Colombina half-masks to the more simplistic Volto full-masks, which guaranteed anonymity.
“We’ll take the half-masks,” Mister Y said, staring at the masks on display.
“No. Ladies first, gentlemen. Didn’t your mothers ever teach you manners?” Mistress B taunted with her pouty lips.
“I’ll take the half-mask on the left.” I pointed at a sleek red and gold Colombina.
“You will look stunning in this one,” she complimented, placing it on my head. Her fingers tucked loose hair behind my ears. She leaned forward and pulled me closer. “I’d like to give you a free lap dance tonight.”
I grinned, glancing at the guys as they picked their masks. “Can’t wait.”
“I swear, this is heaven,” Mister Y said, sliding his arm around my waist as his gaze tracked every curve in the room. We made our way toward the velvet lounge, surrounded by a sea of gorgeous, barely-dressed bodies.
Mister X pulled me away from his friend, voice low and hungry. “You’re not going anywhere.” He nipped at my earlobe, his hand slipping down the front of my lace bustier, fingers teasing my nipples until I had to bite my lip to keep quiet.
“You’re aroused,” he said, rubbing his lips along my neck, lacing it with gentle nips.
“You excite me, lover boy. First, we need to park our asses,” I murmured, gently pulling his hand out of my bustier. I pointed at a few vacant lounge chairs near the bar and instructed, “We’ll sit there. I could use a drink or two.”
“What’s your poison?”
“A Pornstar Martini.”
I caught Mister Y tangled up with a busty brunette, her bare chest pressed to his as she slid his hand down her side. He looked hypnotized, eyes glued to all that soft skin—honestly, I wouldn’t have minded swapping places with him just to feel her curves for myself. But the night was just getting started.
I sashayed toward the empty lounge chairs, feeling every gaze trail after me while Mister X made a beeline for the bar. Sinking into the velvet cushions, I scanned the room and that’s when I saw him.
