Nerves Part 3
My cheeks were still stinging from Mr. C's punishment as I walked through the door of my apartment. As I shut the door behind me and turned on the lights, my phone buzzed. I fished the Iphone out of my purse. Mr. C insisted I have a separate line that only he could reach. I liked my Android, but he wasn't the type to argue. After our first scene, the next day at the office, he shoved the phone in my hands with a card and number. I was informed to only use it to contact him and him only. In addition to the phone, he set me up with the office penthouse apartment. It was luxuriously decorated with black and white interior, a huge California king bed in the bedroom, 24/7 bell staff and security. I especially loved the balcony with an excellent view of the city. Of course, he made sure to have a key to pop up when ready. As I got undressed and ran a hot shower, the phone buzzed again. I scanned the screen quickly.
Don't ignore me, Elizabeth.
8 pm tonight. If you're late, there will be a punishment.
I contemplated my response and sent a simple
Yes Sir
. After a quick shower, I headed into my bedroom and spotted a long black box with a big red bow on the bed. As I pulled the top off and moved the tissue paper. There was a gorgeous Armani cocktail dress. Black, floor length with thin straps connecting to the middle of the back into a soft bow. Long slits on both sides of it. Below the dress was a pair of black open toe Louboutin's. Mr. C had impeccable taste and made sure I dressed the part. He chose all my attire for our outings and scenes. A quick glance at the clock set me back to reality as I began preparing for what the evening would bring.
An hour later...
My phone buzzed again.
A car is waiting for you downstairs. Enjoy the champagne but not too much.
I stepped out into the chilly night air. The dress, although gorgeous, offered little warmth. I wore red lipstick and a simple cat eye liner, soft rouge, and some bronzer. Sexy but simple. I pulled my hair into a low bun and left some hair out to frame my face. I opted to go without panties -- another one of Mr. C's rules. I wrapped my black faux fur wrap tighter around my shoulders as the driver of the white Lincoln town car stretch limo opened the door and I climbed in. An opened bottle of Cristal champagne was chilling on ice. As we took off, I poured a generous glass and began sipping as we slipped into the night.
Minutes later, we pulled in front of a building I hadn't seen before. It looked run down, like an old and abandoned warehouse. The driver opened the door and I stepped out, unsure whether to proceed further.
"Are you sure we are at the right address?" I.
"Certain ma'am. Just go through the front door. I have been instructed to stay here."
I spotted the door and walked through. It was dimly lit with the faintest sound of music. After following the sound, I came across another set of doors. From what I could tell, I was at a club. There were flashing lights and pounding bass in the outline of the dual doors.
"Got a pass?" A booming voice emerged from the dark, making me jump. A husky security guard with a skull tattooed on his bald and tanned head emerged from nowhere. His bulging muscles flexed in his buttoned vest. He wore a skull mask, reminding me of a villain in a comic book.
"Oh, um, I am meeting someone here."
He looked me over with the steeliest gray eyes I had ever seen.
"You know where you are?"
"Um, n-not really." I was turning crimson, and I hated it.
"Ah, you must be Mr. Pollini's guest. He said you'd blush a lot. He didn't mention you were a goddess with emerald in her eyes." He smiled as he held the door open.
I smiled my gratitude as I walked past. His comments made me almost crimson.
"Oh, Miss. You'll need to wear this. All guests have to." He handed me a black lace filigree masquerade mask. I stared at it momentarily before slipping it over my face. The pounding bass of the techno music had my heart thumping in my chest as I took my time navigating the crowded space. There were people dancing, grinding up a sweat. Scantily clad women twirling around poles on platforms. The bar was dead center of the room, and everyone wore a mask. Looking for Mr. C, I stopped in my tracks and my mouth flew open. On every side there were... different acts happening. One guy had two ladies happily taking turns with his engorged member. His head tilted back in absolute pleasure as one lady took his entire length in her mouth while the other happily licked away at his balls.
One busty patron was on a platform, bouncing up and down on another performer's strap on, her tits bouncing to the rhythm of her movements as she held on to the pole for support. Two male patrons were viciously making out and stripping each other of their clothes. There were painted figures, both male and female, walking around with canapes and flutes of champagne and bowls of condoms decorated every flat service possible.
A Magic Mike-esque performer had a lady patron straddling his hips as he grinded against her, wearing nothing but body oil... come to think of it, they may not have been grinding at all. I was taken back to say the least. I heard of sex clubs, but this was my first time experiencing one and I felt like a fish out of water. I located a spot at the bar and ordered a whiskey sour. I needed something to take the edge off since the champagne didn't do the job. The topless ebony goddess of a bartender passed my glass with a seductive smile as the lights played off her shimmering body glitter. Both her chocolate nipples were pierced and had a chain connecting to her belly button. I quickly downed my first drink and quickly ordered another. I gulped down half of it and sipped the rest as my eyes scanned the room. I checked the time; it was a quarter to nine. Still feeling the steel butterflies in my stomach, I ordered a third drink and sat at the bar, waiting patiently.
After my fifth whiskey sour, I began to feel a little less nervous and more on the side of tipsy.
Where the fuck is Mr. C?
The need to go to the bathroom was calling so I asked the chocolate goddess for instructions. As I stumbled through the crowd, I felt someone grab my ass-hard. Just as I turned to face the ass bandit, a man pushed past me, grabbing the assailant, and punching him square in the face before security hauled him away. The mystery man disappeared into the crowd before I could give my thanks. The only thing that linger was the smell of his cologne. It was familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. I shook off the notion as I hurried to the restroom before I ruined my night and a very expensive dress.
A quick trip to the ladies and I was feeling both relieved and less anxious. As I made my way through the dancefloor, a pair of hands grabbed my waist and twirled me into a dance. It was the stranger. He was tall and graceful in his movements. He wore a red mask with large matching feathers, only showing his eyes and his mouth. The tailored black suit, his tall frame and the swept back hair- could this finally be Mr. C, making his presence known? The music changed suddenly from fast paced to a slow groove as The Weekend poured out of the speakers, crooning about earning it. He felt familiar as he held me close. The smell of sandalwood and bergamot cologne filled my nostrils, the same that Mr. C wears.
"Beautiful dress Ms. Montero." His mouth pressed to my ear. No one else called me that except him. I felt myself relax. I was no longer alone and felt protected. We swayed across the dance floor as those drinks take over. Mr. C 's hands traced down my bare back and cupped my ass as I tightened my arms around his neck.
"Where were you? You're never late." I asked as I pulled away to look into his eyes.
His eyes studied mine as he traced a finger over my lips. It lingered for a moment before he pulled me back into his embrace.
"Just handling business. You look sensational." He murmured, quickly changing the subject as he planted kisses at the nape of my neck.
I let out a small moan as his kiss deepened. My neck was my spot, and he knew what that did to me. His lips parted and he bit down on my neck -- hard. I winced in pain and pleasure as I felt myself becoming wet with anticipation.
"Open your mouth, Ms. Montero."
I did as I was told, and he slipped a small pill on my tongue. Before I could protest, he held up a hand.
"Don't chew it, swallow and let it work." He instructed. "You're going to be fine."
Within minutes, my nipples hardened, and my clit engorged. I was wetter and hornier than I had ever been. Mr. C spun me around and grinded against my backside while his hand traced up the long slits along my thighs before slipping under the material and cupping my wet sex.
"Ah. My favorite part- You ready and waiting for me to take you whenever I want." He purred as his fingers circled my clit slowly. I let my head fall against his shoulder.
"Should we put on a show?" he whispered.
I turned, suddenly feeling shy. "Take me somewhere."
