Chapter 14: AN ENCOUNTER
Abigail
"Sign here and you’ll beco a full mber of Sanctuary."
The voice ca from behind the partition over the desk. The room I was in was completely bare except for the huge desk in the middle of the room and the partition above the desk. Annette was right. The club really took anonymity to the next level, even their workers were hidden or wearing masks.
The receptionist or whoever it was that was behind the partition slid a docunt and a pen across the desk. My hand trembled slightly as I picked up the pen.
The black lace teddy I wore under my coat felt like I was naked already. The fabric barely covered my ass, the cups pushed my breasts up until they almost spilled over, and the thin straps dug into my shoulders.
I was dressed like sin and I was about to walk into a sex club.
Holy shit.
The consent form and NDA sat in front of , filled with dense paragraphs of legal jargon about boundaries, safe words, discretion. My eyes skimd over the words quickly.
"What happens in Sanctuary stays in Sanctuary."
My pulse hamred in my throat. Heat pooled low in my belly, a mix of nerves and anticipation and raw, aching need. I wet my lips, suddenly feeling parched. I needed tonight, I needed a distraction so bad. I signed both docunts with a flourish.
A sleek tal bracelet slid across the table toward
and the na Aphrodite was engraved in elegant script along the band.
The goddess of love and sex.
A chuckle slipped from my lips. The minute I left this room, I was no longer Abigail Kellerman, I was Aphrodite. Damn right, I am. The bracelet snapped around my wrist with a soft click and a shudder rippled down my spine as if I had just crossed so invisible line.
"Welco to Sanctuary, Aphrodite." The voice behind the partition held a note of amusent now. "Enjoy your evening."
A door to my right opened. A man stepped through, wearing a sleek black suit and a plain black mask that covered his entire face.
He gestured toward the open doorway. "This way, please."
I rose, my heels clicking against the floor as I followed him. My coat swayed around my thighs with each step. We stopped in front of an elevator. The butler pressed the button and the doors slid open.
He stepped aside. "Enjoy your evening, Aphrodite."
I stepped into the elevator. The doors closed. My reflection stared back at
from the polished walls of the elevator.
My dark hair tumbled over my shoulders, the preppy golden mask covering my face, showed my dark eyes all dilated and my lips pursed. The coat barely concealed the lace teddy I had under.
Annette had gone ahead of
because the registration process took almost two hours- they had to verify my ID and make sure I was clean health wise. Wouldn’t want their clients catching STDs, would they?
The elevator doors slid open and the music hit
first. Deep, pulsing bass that thrumd through the floor and into my bones. Red and gold lights bathed everything in liquid fire.
Holy smokes. What in the erotic fever dream?
The arena stretched before . Velvet couches were scattered across the place. There was a bar along a wall and a dance floor that definitely was not a dance floor.
On a velvet couch near the entrance, a woman bent over the armrest, her fingers clawing at the cushions as the man behind her had one hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back.
The other gripped her hip, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to leave marks and he slamd into her. Her whole body jolted forward, her breasts swayed, nipples dragging against the velvet.
Smack!
The wet sound of him driving into her carried over the music. Her mouth hung open through the silver mask covering her face, the eye holes lined with crystals, small breathing slits at the nose, a delicate opening for her mouth that let her moans spill out freely.
"Yes! Fuck, yes!"
He yanked her hair harder, pushing his cock deeper. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed, matching the bass of the music, pounding through the floor. Sweat glead on her spine, dripped down and I watched a bead slide down the curve of her back, disappear where his cock sunk into her pussy.
My nipples hardened into aching points against the lace and a lump worked down my throat. To my left, two n occupied a black leather couch, one sprawled back, legs spread wide, his head thrown back against the cushion while the other knelt between his thighs, his head bobbing.
The wet sounds hit , slurp, slurp, then a gag as he took it deeper. Spit dripped from the corners of the mouth opening in his red leather mask and dripped down onto the other man’s thighs.
Heat pooled between my legs. My pussy clenched. The tiny scrap of lace covering
was already damp. I took a few steps further in, trying to breathe.
"Oh my god, I’m gonna cum," On the dance floor, a woman straddled a man’s lap, her back turned to him. She rose up, her thighs flexed and the muscles in her ass tighten, then slamd back down on the cock impaling her.
The man’s hands gripped her ass, fingers digging in, spreading her cheeks wide as he thrust up to et her. Their hips t with wet slaps.
She ground down in slow circles, her pussy swallowing his cock deep, then lifted and dropped hard. n gathered around them stroking their dicks, urging her to ride that cock harder.
She gave another loud scream, and a stream of her cunt juices squirted in the air. So of the n watching moved closer to get their cocks in the falling stream of her cunt juices, groaning as they coated their balls and shafts with her juices.
The man behind her, pulled her in for a kiss, Their masks pressed together and tongues found each other through the openings, sliding together ssily. Spit glistened on their chins.
I moaned, cupping my tits through the teddy. My nipples were thick and needy, my pussy clenched jealously at the sight. I wanted to be railed like that, to be fucked until I couldn’t think straight.
The scent in the air wrapped around , thick, musky, the unmistakable sll of sex and sweat. It coated my tongue when I breathed through my mouth and my head spun. My thighs pressed together, wetness slicked between my legs- need to find a man ASAP.
"Abby!"
I turned to see Annette skipping toward , her mask was white with gold accents and if we hadn’t left ho together, I probably would not have recognized her. She wore a crimson bodysuit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and heels so high I had no idea how she was walking.
The bracelet on her wrist read Hera.
"Can you believe this place?" She grabbed my hands, bouncing on her toes. "It’s like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had co to life. Okay, so listen, the private rooms are through those doors over there if you find soone and want more privacy.
"The bar has everything, alcohol, water, lube, conFinns, whatever you need. There are staff everywhere if you need help or feel unsafe. The safe word is ’Safe" and everyone respects it. Got it?"
"I don’t know," I whispered, unable to take my eyes off the woman on the dance floor. "Holy shit, is she going to take another cock in an ass?"
"Maybe," Annette drawled. "Listen, I have to go."
"What?" I tore my eyes away from the woman back to Annette. "You can’t leave
on my own. I just got here!"
"I’m sorry," She groaned, pouting at . "But Zeus was already so impatient, I told him to wait until you arrived before-"
Who the fuck was Zeus?
A hand appeared on Annette’s waist.
She gasped, spinning around to look up at the man standing behind her. My jaw dropped to the floor. He was tall, built like a fucking Greek god, wearing black leather pants and a bronze mask. His bracelet read Zeus.
Of course.
His hand slid lower, gripping her hip possessively. "Ready baby?"
Annette’s breath hitched. She looked back at , eyes wide and gleaming with excitent behind her mask.
"Have fun!" She squealed as Zeus steered her away, his hand now firmly on her ass.
"Traitor!" I yelled after her, grinning like a mad woman. Maybe there was sothing in the air, but I needed to find soone like Zeus quickly.
My body thrumd with anticipation. My nipples hardened against the lace. The ache between my thighs intensified. I drifted toward the bar, my eyes scanning the room for anyone who would fuck my brains out. My eyes glazed over a man wearing a black as night mask, moved to another man then imdiately slid back to him.
No fucking way. It couldn’t be. Was that... Was that Finnegan?
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