Four
Suzanne sighed through the sexual haze that Jake had created.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Was she? “I think so.” All she knew was that she’d been sitting on his lap, having multiple orgasms. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“You look beautiful.”
With her dress rolled around her hips and her panties wet?
“I try.”
He chuckled, then lifted her onto her own chair, where she swayed a little in her seat.
“Does this mean you’re done with me?” she asked.
“No way, sweetheart. I’m just giving you a chance to catch your breath.” He lifted his drink, then scowled and put it back down. “Damien and his green demons.” He turned and waved a waitress over.
The scantily clad gal showed up with a smile.
“Will you bring me a Corona, sugar?” He turned to Suzanne. “Do you want a different drink, honey?”
“No. This is fine.” She liked melon liqueur, but she wasn’t sure if she liked the sweethearts, sugars, and honeys that Jake tossed around. But she supposed it was a southern thing.
After the waitress left to fill his order, Suzanne asked, “Where are you from?”
“A demon realm,” he answered much too seriously. Then he broke into a teasing smile. “But I picked up the accent in Georgia. What about you?”
“California girl. Born and bred.” She gave her dress a little tug, making it more presentable. “And I’m a fashion designer. What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a singer, songwriter, and guitar man.”
A musician. She should have guessed. “Where did you meet your friends?”
“We connected on the streets when we were teenagers. Tough-ass runaways and all that.”
He glanced away as if he were impatient for his beer. But she could tell that it was an excuse to avoid a discussion about his youth. Kids didn’t normally run away unless something was seriously wrong at home.
She let him off the hook. “It’s all right. We can talk about something else.”
He shifted his gaze back to her, and she thought about her own youth. She’d come from a dysfunctional family and preferred not to dwell on it, either.
“We could talk about how I’m going to turn you into a really bad girl,” he said.
She laughed. “You’re certainly off to a good start.”
“You’re easy prey.”
His remark should have bothered her, but she let it go. He was pretending to be a demon, after all.
The waitress arrived with his beer, and he thanked her and patted her rear. The girl wiggled her ass in happy response and took off to do her job.
Okay, now Suzanne bristled. “I hate it when guys flirt with other women in front of me.”
He made a perplexed expression, and she realized he’d never been in anything that remotely resembled a relationship.
“Never mind,” she said.
Like the sexy scoundrel he was, he poured on the southern charm. “I’m sorry, Susie Q. I’ll do better next time.”
She shook her head. “You don’t have a clue how to behave yourself.”
“No, I suppose I don’t.” He pulled on his beer. “And that’s why girls like you shouldn’t play with boys like me.”
“I’m holding my own.” She stated the obvious. “I let you put your hand up my dress, didn’t I?”
“Yes, ma’am, you did.” He leaned toward her, his spicy scent filling her senses. “And for your reward, I’m going to take you out to dinner next week. To a really fancy place, and while we’re waiting for our sweet-and-creamy dessert to arrive, I’m going to unzip my pants and you’re going to stroke my cock.”
A moan escaped her lips. Was this a fantasy he was creating or was he actually going to take her on a dirty date? Either way, she played along. “What if you come? Won’t that get messy?”
“I’ll make you stop before that happens.” He kissed her soft and slow, intensifying the already scorching heat between them.
As he toyed lustfully with her tongue, she hoped that he was serious about the dinner date. She wanted to go out with him.
He ended the kiss and sat back in his chair to finish his beer. Following suit, she sipped the drink Damien had ordered. She vaguely recalled him and Auntie Em leaving the table, but she’d been otherwise engaged.
“Do you want to watch other people mess around?” Jake asked. “The voyeur rooms are on the second floor.”
“Do the people in those rooms know they’re being spied on?”
He nodded. “Everything that goes on at the club is consensual. Some of the screening windows are out in the open, but I prefer the private viewing areas.”
“I’m game for whatever you normally do.” She shouldn’t be, but she was. Jake and his dark eyes were addictive.
They headed upstairs. The second floor bustled with voyeurs gathered in front of glass partitions that showcased public fucking and sucking.
“Where are the private areas?” she asked.
“This way.” As they passed a trio of bleached blondes scribbling something on a graffiti-covered wall, he said, “That’s a groupie tradition around here. You can write something on it later if you want.”
“Like what?” She bumped his shoulder. “‘Jake corrupted Suzanne here.’”
He smiled. “That sounds good to me. So, what do you want to watch? Couples, threesomes, or orgy-type action?”
“I don’t know.” It was all madly exciting. “You pick.”
“Individual couples is more intimate.”
“Then let’s do that.”
She waited while he went up and down the hall, searching for a private viewing area that wasn’t occupied. When he found one, he motioned for her to join him. They went inside and locked the door. Although the space was relatively small and dimly lit, it contained a floor-to-ceiling window displaying an ostentatious bedroom on the other side. Fascinated, she walked up to the window and touched the glass.
“It’s a one-way mirror,” Jake told her. “Glass on our side and a mirror on theirs. It creates a sense of realism for the couple who’s being watched. We can see them, but they can’t see us.”
At the moment, the room was empty. “There’s no one there.”
“It’s a little early. They’re not scheduled for another fifteen minutes or so.”
“How do you know when they’ll show up?”
“Bedrooms are reserved ahead of time. I checked the schedule before we came in.”
She gazed through the window once again. Bold lighting lent the atmosphere an art nouveau quality, and a four-poster bed draped in crushed velvet added a Gothic touch.
“Will they have the room the entire night?” she asked, wondering about the mystery couple who had yet to enter.
“Not the entire night, but until the club closes. Then it’ll be cleaned and refreshed for the next couple who reserves it.” He moved in to stand behind her. “Are you anxious to watch?”
“Yes.” Much too anxious.
“Me, too.” He unzipped the back of her dress.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking this off.”
He slid the dress down her body and helped her step out of it. She waited for him to unhook her bra, but he left it in place, along with her panties and platforms heels. Aside from stripping her down to her lingerie and gently looping his arms around her, he didn’t make a sexual advance.
Steeped in anticipation, they remained quiet until a delicate woman in a sparkling-winged costume entered the bedroom.
“It’s starting,” he said.
Suzanne’s breath rushed out. She hadn’t expected the supernatural to be female, much less a waiflike fairy with white blonde hair, a heart-shaped face, and a flowing kerchief dress. “She’s beautiful.”
“Do you think her groupie will be a man or another woman?”
“I don’t know.” She hadn’t considered the possibility that the couple might be the same sex, even if the club catered to straight, bi, gay, and lesbian lovers.
The fairy walked right up to the window, and Suzanne flinched.
“It’s okay.” Jake eased her back against him. “She can’t see us, remember? She’s just looking at herself in the mirror.”
“But she knows that someone is probably here.”
“That’s part of the thrill. Knowing but not knowing.”
The fairy reached up and removed a silver comb from her hair, then fluffed her pale locks. Watching her prepare herself for her lover was exhilarating. When she wet her sugar pink lips, Suzanne ran her tongue across her own lips.
Then the groupie walked in.
It was a man, and he was as tall and tan as the woman was petite and fair. His attire was simple by comparison: slightly frayed jeans and a tight black shirt that accentuated his broad frame.
“Damn,” Jake said.
Yes, damn. She couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next.
Finally the fairy acknowledged the groupie, and he moved forward. They gazed at each other for what seemed like an emotional moment. She said something to him, but their words weren’t audible through the glass.
Suzanne could hear Jake breathing behind her. She could feel his aroused energy, too.
The fairy removed her wings, then shed her filmy dress. She was naked underneath, and not only did her skin shimmer with body glitter, the areolas around her tiny breasts were decorated with faceted gems. When she presented her backside to the glass, Suzanne noticed that she had an extra set of wings tattooed across her shoulder blades and down her spine, with the tips ending at her tailbone.
“Are you enjoying this?” Jake asked.
“Yes.” She’d never imagined a more sensual scene.
The big man lifted his tiny lover up, and she put her arms around his neck and folded her legs around his waist. They nuzzled and kissed.
“I’m glad we’re doing this,” Jake said.
Mesmerized, she responded, “So am I.”
The other couple kissed and kissed, then he set her back on her feet and cupped her jeweled breasts. That prompted Jake to reach into Suzanne’s bra and tease her nipples.
Heaven on earth. How could someone portraying something as dark as a demon have such a light touch?
He shifted his caressing hands to her stomach, and her entire body tingled. By now, the groupie had dropped to his knees to lick the fairy’s navel.
The man moved lowered, and Jake whispered, “There he goes.”
Yes, there he went, right to his lover’s cunt. He opened her up and ran his tongue up and down her labia. She tugged him closer, and he ate her in earnest, making hard, hungry love to her with his mouth.
Jake slipped his hand into Suzanne’s panties and fingered her clit, making her skin turn slick and hot.
The activity behind the glass got wilder. The fairy pushed at the groupie’s shoulders, indicating for him to lie on the floor. Then, while he was on the ground, she straddled his face and rocked her shimmering body back and forth, arching and bucking as if he were a pony.
Jake hissed. “She’s a wild little thing.”
Wild and greedy. Suzanne’s knees actually went weak. Behind her, Jake was hard and pressed against her butt. Unable to help herself, she reached back to undo his pants.
“That feels good, Susie Q.” He nudged her hand away. “But you can’t unzip me until our date.”
“So, you’re really going to take me out?”
“Of course I am. You’re my new plaything.” He directed her attention back to the bedroom scene. “And someday you’re going to sit on my face like that.”
Someday? Someday when? She watched the fairy lift herself up just enough to look down at her lover while she juiced up his mouth. Was she moaning? Was she making sweet, naughty noises?
As Jake rubbed Suzanne even harder, forcing her into a heart-thundering orgasm, the fairy came, too, shaking and shuddering in carnal spasms.
Soon the other man stood up, and Jake removed his hand from Suzanne’s cream-soaked panties.
In the aftermath, she considered how easily she kept giving herself to him. What’d he’d said was true: she was his new plaything. But everything about their impending relationship was just a dirty game.
A sexual derailing, she thought, as he reached for her again, and they waited for the groupie to climb out of his clothes and fuck the fairy.