"And how do you feel this evening?" The Chameleon circled an arm around Lavender's waist from behind and dropped a kiss on her neck.
Lavender laughed a bit, "My ass is still a bit sore from last night." Recalling how The Chameleon and another man had double-teamed her - her first threesome and her first assfuck at the same time - she felt a little pulse begin between her legs. Damn him. She was about to begin the third of a promised seven nights of sex with him at Prism, and already she'd let down so many of her walls and done so many things she'd never done before. The club's anything-goes attitude and creative settings seemed to inspire endless acts of dirty debauchery, and she still had four more to go. Lavender thrilled at the idea, though she hoped before it was all over she wouldn't be getting off while slaughtering a chicken or anything.
The Chameleon ran a hand down her hip and across her ass cheek, his fingers grazing just below the high hemline of her blue mini-dress.
Tonight was the Blue Room. Lavender had no idea what that meant - every room at Prism was a surprise to her. Still, she'd worn blue.
His big palm smoothed over her ass, and back again. The gesture soothed the slight ache that still lingered between her ass cheeks, a tender massage. Under his warm hands, she felt herself turning to putty he could shape into whatever he wanted her to be. As he repeated the motion over and over, he licked her earlobe just as slowly. Then, he stopped. "I'll see you in the room."
"What do I need to do?"
"You'll see."
He disappeared then, gone into the thick crowds of patrons. Lavender made her way down the dark hallway and approached a blue door. A large man with an earpiece stood guard.
"Hi," she said. He didn't reply. "I'm Lavender?" Why she made it a question, she didn't know. But he looked at her for a long moment, listening to something in his ear.
"You can swim, right?"
"Yes."
He reached back and opened the door, allowing her entrance. The room was entirely black, except for a small swimming pool. Duh, she thought. Blue. Water. Makes sense.
"Get naked and get in," the doorman said flatly, and closed the door behind her.
Lavender could see nothing except the lights in the water. She took a moment to orient herself. There was enough residual glow from the pool for her to know the room was completely enclosed and she was the only person there. That was comforting. The previous two nights, every part of her had been on display for all to see. She'd enjoyed it, and gotten off hard on the thrill, but she wanted a little time alone—really alone—with The Chameleon. Her curiosity as to who he was had begun to eat at her, and she felt a growing need to know his name, and how he knew her. Clearly, he knew her from outside the world of Prism. Maybe this was the night he'd be revealed to her.
The pool was built like a weird reverse doughnut, or the Target logo. The outside circle was deep, but the center of the pool was shallow, a circular platform. Lavender slipped out of her dress, having left panties at home that night. They'd done no good the past two nights, so she'd decided they weren't going to be a thing she wore to Prism anymore. She walked to the edge of the water and sat her bare ass on the cool tile, dipping her feet into the water. The water lapped against her feet and the temperature was pleasant, just a bit warm. She moved her feet around in the water for a moment.
"Here goes," she whispered. Then she went in, entering the water up to her shoulders. The water felt warm on her bare skin, and she held on to the edge of the pool with one hand, waiting while not knowing what she was waiting for. She swam the few feet to the middle platform and pulled herself up to sit, the water only coming up to her waist.
She supposed he'd be arriving soon, The Chameleon. Fucking him in a private pool sounded delicious. For a moment, she wondered about the sanitary elements of the pool, then smelled the chlorine in the air and remembered just how decadent and opulent Prism was and realized the pool was probably cleaner than any pool she'd ever visited in her entire life.
She sat, naked, on the platform in the water. She kicked her feet over the edge into the deeper part.
When she felt something brush against her foot, she yelped.
Down in the water was a form, circling her under the water. As she looked closer, she saw it was a man's form but different. He swam a little closer to the surface of the water and she saw he wore a scuba suit and equipment.
"Are you kidding me?" She exclaimed, mostly to herself. She didn't know if he could hear her, but damn - Prism was a crazy place. All kinds of things got people off.
He circled again, and reached for her. A rubber-clad hand took hold of her foot, and pulled her so she was on her belly in the water with her shoulders, neck, and head above the surface, bent at the waist over the edge of the round platform.
Rubbery hands took hold of her ass and pulled at her cheeks.
"Holy shit," she breathed aloud as she braced herself. The hands pulled her cheeks apart, squeezing at her butt and kneading the flesh. A slick rod, she imagined it was a finger, ran up and down her seam in a repetitive motion that immediately made her nipples hard and her breath speed up. The finger stopped right on her clit and stayed in place, ever so slowly building in pressure until she was throbbing for him.
Then his finger plunged her, and Lavender exclaimed a profanity that echoed off the walls of the small room. Since she was bracing herself in the water, she couldn't move her hands, and was entirely at his mercy. He pushed his finger all the way inside her until she felt a fist of rubber against her pussy pushing hard, so hard he moved her whole body forward.
"Fuck," she breathed.
From slow to fast, he went in a flash, finger fucking her rapidly, causing the water around her pussy to rock in small waves. His knuckles bumped into her on each impact, and she tingled. She managed a look over her shoulder at her mysterious lover.
He wore a scuba mask. Of course he wore a mask. He'd been in every hole of her body and she had no idea who he was. He worked a second finger into her pulsing pussy and she didn't know who he was, and it made him seem even hotter.
Lavender's pleasure rose and threatened to explode through her body. But just before she came, The Chameleon pulled his fingers from her and slipped back into the water. Lavender rose on her knees on the center platform and looked around, seeing his dark form circling the platform.
She noticed something as he swam past her on his back under the water. There was a cut-away in the wetsuit, and his erect cock and his balls were free. The next time he swam by her, she reached down and brushed her fingers over him. He circled twice more, teasing him while he teased her.
