A heavy sigh sounded before a deep, husky tone came out. “Twenty minutes before we all worship your greatness.”
She did a little dance in her chair, squealing silently before settling down. “Now, Van, was that really that hard?” Another sigh came from the receiver, and this time, she couldn't keep the chuckle in. “Also, I’m moving Kylee to the fourth floor. She needs a soft dom. Someone nice and caring who can control those nerves of hers and let those wings fly on a tight leash.”
“Got it. I have a few clients in mind. I’ll let the girls on that floor know.”
She stood up, singing out, “You're the best,” then she let go of the button and went to open her closet. I wanted to stay, to watch her change and bask in her beauty, but I knew I needed to get going. Her Friday night shows always attracted an overly large crowd, and I wanted my normal seat.
Standing up, I adjusted my hard dick before blowing the screen a kiss and pushing my chair in. Lifting my grey hood over my head, I called out the rune word to activate the cloaking magic I had a mage put on it. A ripple of magic settled over my face before I quickly grabbed my keys and went out the door. My chest didn’t settle until I pressed a button and heard the distinct click of all five locks on my door.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I made it through the lobby, nodding to Vinney the door man as he opened the door. Car horns cried out, sharp and insistent, while sirens wailed in the distance. Street vendors called out with urgency while others screamed obscenities over the urban roar. All of it blended together to make the living, pulsing city that was never silent, never still. New York was the only city where my star could shine, and I went where she did.
It was just a single block and a quick turn around a corner before I could see the golden doors to Heaven. Jogging up the stairs, I was even more glad that I’d purchased that apartment five years ago. As soon as she purchased this building for her club, I found the closest apartment available. I paid hand over fist for it, but it was the best purchase of my life since it ensured that I would never be late for a show.
Going through those golden double doors, only a narrow, all-black hallway with vintage candle-lit sconces greeted you. It was ominous and sinister, trying to dissuade you from going forward, but I smiled and kept going until I saw big Randy atthe large concrete desk. He opened his mouth, about to ask me what I was doing here, but I beat him to the punch. “It's always sunshine under her.”
Randy’s mouth closed, and he nodded at me as I headed toward a black wall on my right. With the press of my palm on the black screen, the door unlocked, sliding open to reveal a large grey room. As soon as I passed the threshold, a rune on the doorframe lit up, one of their security measures. It blurred the faces of the room’s occupants so no one could be identified.
Rows and rows of lockers were lined up, over a thousand of them in one place. Turning to the left, I saw others were already here. Some were changing into their gear, some of them spraying perfume, and others getting completely naked. She had ensured that this building was a one-of-a-kind destination, the only place where patrons could truly let themselves go, let themselves shine, and dive into the deepest, darkest crevice where they could set their sexual beast free. This place was a judgment-free zone, and she made sure of it.
Not only were there cameras everywhere, with security always watching for rule breakers, but if you broke that rule, the punishment was quick and severe. Not only would your membership be revoked, but your identity would be revealed. You’d be on the Syndicate’s list, and no one wanted to be on that list.
Putting my hand on the number plate for locker five hundred and sixty-eight, it popped open, revealing my mask for tonight, a white one which covered the whole face. It was plain except for the inscription of my locker number, etched in gold, above the right eye slit.
The ding of an elevator chimed from above, and I snatched up my mask, tying it around my face as my feet flew toward the open lift. I ended up squeezing myself between the cage wall and a fully naked and erect man who was breathing out of his mouth like a neanderthal. Like me, he wore a white mask, though his was adorned with what looked like a drop of blood beneath his eye. A giggle came out behind me as a woman in a silk robe pressed her body up against me.
The feeling of fire ants crawling up and down my body made my stomach turn, and when her hand landed on my body, I had to resist the urge to hurl. Taking a breath, I turned my head around and tapped on my fully white mask, reminding her of my boundaries. The mask itself was an indicator to others that I was here to watch and not be touched. I was saving myself for my star.
She huffed like everything was my fault, likeIwas the problem, then her hand pulled away, crossing in front of her robe to reveal her large breast. A sly smirk crossed her lips, so I knew it was on purpose. She was trying to get a rise out of me, but this lady was barking up the wrong tree. I was taken.
The mouth breather next to me shuddered like the lift was taking too long, and I tapped his shoulder, pointing behind me to the woman in the open robe. His eyes went straight to the red handprint on her mask like a bullseye. Forgetting about me, he charged up to her and tore off the flimsy tie of her robe. She opened her mouth to scream, but the werewolf wasted no time lifting her off the ground and impaling her with his dick.
Her scream bounced around the lift as everyone else either watched with unbridled excitement or faced forward, ignoring them, as this little show was not really their thing. As he lifted her up and down, fucking her into oblivion, her screams turnedinto loud moans, her nails digging into into his shoulder blades. Her back arched just as her fangs slid out, and like a rubber band, her whole body snapped, fangs slamming into his neck.
I turned back around, counting down the seconds until I could get out of this lift, but I was glad I had more room up here at the front.
The sucking and slurping sounds had me thinking that the silk robe lady was a messy eater, and while I could appreciate a good meal, it sounded sloppy, and I didn’t do sloppy. Just as the lift stopped, a howl rang out next to a high feminine cry, and I mentally patted my own back. It felt like I was a matchmaker of sorts, just like my star, connecting people with compatible preferences.
The gate opened to a sea of moving bodies who were gathering around a large red-lit stage, and my heart skipped a beat. I had to get to my spot, the only place where I could watch in peace. The smell of different colognes, perfumes, and sex surrounded me, choking me, and I moved faster. Shoving my way through the press of people, it felt like I was going against a tide, being pushed and pulled around yet getting nowhere. Through my peripheral, I caught the movement of the curtains opening, the light dimming, and quiet panic unraveled just beneath the surface.
Am I not going to make it? Is this going to be the first time she doesn’t have my full attention as soon as she steps onto the stage?Panic bubbled up my throat, and a scream was about to burst when someone moved aside, revealing the black staircase.
Grabbing the rail, I took the stairs two at a time to get to my special spot halfway up the stairs, stopping right beneath the voyeurs’ box. This spot was the best in the house, with justenough space for one person to stand, leaning up against the rails pointing center stage. While those that got off on watching others were crammed on the balcony above me, those down below writhed and pushed each other, salivating to be near her greatness. Here, I carved out my own space, the best place to watch her in all her glory, unencumbered and uninterrupted.
The air was thick with tension, every breath bated, waiting for her. Murmurs of their whispered guesses of what tonight's theme would be rippled through the crowd. Their heartbeats pulsed loudly in unison, each one a drumbeat of anticipation that echoed through the crowd. As soon as the music started, everyone turned like flowers starved for the sun. A garden of restless souls, each rooted in place yet leaning forward, straining toward the stage for just a glimpse of her radiance.
Those familiar heels clicked, echoing over the beat of the music, and time stopped. The ruby red curtains shimmered, a magical aura filling the room as the red turned into a deep black before it dropped.
The crowd gasped.
?*Stepping over that black velvet curtain in shiny, black, latex thigh-high boots was the sex goddess among us. My gaze feasted on her, traveling up those latex heels to those pearly satin thighs strapped into leather leg harnesses. The duality of the hard leather and soft skin made me want to bury my face between them, letting the hard leather rub against my cheek as my lips kissed up her thigh. Just the thought of it had me getting harder than a rock.
She stomped further onto the stage to the beat of the song in a black low-cut bodysuit. Only a thin string zigzagged back and forth from her navel up to her chest, desperately using all itsstrength to keep the fabric from busting open, but that was the point. She wanted to make my blood rush, excitement filling my lewd veins at the knowledge that it would take no more than one strained moment to snap, giving me the view I really wanted. One thing about my star was that she knew how to put on a show, to keep the audience entertained, to keep them in a state of emotional war. The push and pull between what you craved and what she was willing to give you was addicting.
The song changed its tone, going from cute and sweet to angry screaming. Now, she would pick one person from the crowd and say the words from the song to them, eyes wide and serious, before the song switched back to its cute girl tone. Her head bopped around, those glowing ashy tresses swinging in the long, loose pigtails that made her look much sweeter than the dominatrix outfit implied. Another duality. Another way to capture the crowd’s attention, to make everyone’s fantasies come alive, no matter if they liked it hard or soft.
My eyes devoured every scrap of skin, every curve of her voluptuous body as she worked the crowd. Hands reached for her, and voices called out to her, begging her to take them, choose them, promising that they would worship her and let her do whatever she wanted to them.
Her rose gold eyes twinkled as she gave the crowd a sly, cruel smile, and the audience went into a frenzy. Clothed and naked bodies clawed at the stage in a state of feral arousal, but the shimmer of a magical barrier prevented them from getting closer.
