The Zookeeper Ch 06

Chapter 6

Pool Party

The starry sky above Los Angeles was still, cradled by a single breath of cool air.

Beneath it, the water of the penthouse pool sparkled brilliantly, illuminated by submerged LEDs casting unnaturally vibrant colors.

A faint rustling was the only harbinger that something was about to happen, then the starry black slightly rippled, vibrating as if a wave of heat had warmed the air.

A segment of the sky detached from the rest of the night and took on the shape of a human face.

Like a Venus rising to the water's surface, Azuki's face appeared first from that dark mimesis, followed by the rest of her body as the veil that had hidden her from view slipped over her.

The wings with which she had flown over the buildings morphed into a large cloak, still merged with the heavenly dome, and made her descent a delicate whisper in the evening air.

When she was a breath away from the terrace, the cloak folded in on itself and then flowed onto her, simultaneously changing appearance and dressing her in a sensuously skimpy, deep purple slingshot bikini.

Her supple legs touched down effortlessly, immediately taking an elegant stride; the catwalk-crossed step was made even more provocative by a pair of 12-inch stiletto slave sandals, a complete ode to her vanity, as they moved direct and agile toward the edge of the pool.

Sliding away from her body, the substance covering her brought the vaporizer hidden among its folds to her hand; the gesture with which she brought it to her lips and took a distracted drag made the feat of landing in stiletto heels on the roof of a building seem like a simple routine rather than the miracle of coordination and agility it was.

But above all, it gave her the appearance of someone coming home. Finally.

As soon as the thermo-optic camouflage completely vanished, making her detectable by the motion sensors, the house's digital assistant responded to her presence by playing the track "

Supernova Dreamsicle

."

From the first notes, the saxophone coupled with electronic melodies resonated with her soul with a calm she had longed for too long.

It was the perfect melody: it spoke of a journey that had finally come to an end and the promise of a serene and spectacular landing at the same time.

Under its influence, finally, the wonder of that place managed to breach even Azuki's dark mood.

She was on the umpteenth floor of a fifty-million-dollar penthouse. The night was warm and calm. The pool water was heated and illuminated with a dreamlike light show. Around her, the skyline of the City of Angels was breathtaking, and from her privileged vantage point, she could drink it in as if it were Ambrosia: a nectar not permitted to mortals.

Only a handful of people on this planet could savor such an intense and gratifying experience. And it was all for her.

And she was home.

Here, high almost above the clouds, wrapped in opulence so lavish it made her seem immensely distant from ordinary mortals, she could finally slip away from the world.

Forget what the day had brought and would bring.

Make her heart beat softly yet vibrantly, as if from that dreamlike night she would never awaken. And, as her heels tapped the song's very rhythm on the pool tiles, Cassandra made her entrance right on cue.

With the regality befitting the high priestess of a temple, she slid the patio doors aside, revealing herself in all her sensuous elegance, her perfect form wrapped in a scandalously erotic swimsuit, worn with the unabashed confidence of one who knows their own beauty.

As the doors continued to open, her slender legs proceeded along the poolside with a firm, majestic stride befitting one embarking on the most sacred of rituals.

By her side, a step behind and in perfect sync, with their gazes fixed on the horizon like obedient vestal virgins, Brittany and Ulrika followed suit. They held their chins high, pride in their eyes for having been chosen for this ritual, their provocative bodies encased in bikinis as indecent as their Mistress's. On their feet, in deference to their host's lasciviousness and in contempt of all caution, were high-heeled sandals that gave their eager stride a swaying motion, purposely designed to flaunt their perfectly sculpted, restless hips.

As the beat of the song strengthened alongside the beating of their hearts, the three women moved in unison towards their eagerly awaited host, their steps so perfectly coordinated they seemed choreographed, their eyes growing more passionate with every inch they closed the distance between them and their profane deity.

Azuki, upon seeing them, was struck even more by the force of that enthralling vision than by the opulence of such an exclusive setting. Her own walk took on their frenzied rhythm, shifting her aim from the pool waters and putting her on a collision course with her three worshipers.

She felt their desire beneath her skin. It beckoned her more than any wealth could. It warmed her more than any earthly warmth. It made her feel at home more than any place could. It made her feel wealthy and safe more than any palace or fortress could.

Their gazes met, and in that moment, they exchanged a promise of how much they wanted each other. Their eyes sparkled, eager to reach each other, to wrap around, to lose themselves in each other, to turn the night into a moment outside time, into another universe—a dream, a divine longing lent to them by the infinite for that brief spark that would be their evening, their lifetime.

It was only out of respect for the sanctity of that moment that they did not break into a run, though they quickened their pace as much as the formality of the ritual would allow.

Finally, like a wave crashing onto the shore, the three vestals enveloped her. Cassandra immediately slipped behind her, a hand languidly and adoringly sweeping around her shoulders, giving her free rein, as if to offer her the two far-from-virginal sacrificial offerings.

Without saying a word, as if it were as clear as an immutable and preordained destiny, as if it were certain what was about to happen, the other two pressed tightly against her sides, their eyes, full of lust, locked onto hers, making no attempt to hide their desire to be torn apart by her insatiable depravity.

There it was. Her paradise. Her forbidden dream. In that tiny infinity that was the eyes of those girls, there lay her happiness—the place where all that made her monstrous was instead desired... Appreciated... Accepted... Understood.

She desired it immensely more than they could desire the carnal pleasure she could grant.

Almost like a wolf salivating, Azuki's lips parted in small, famished kisses that resembled bites, seeking those of the two young women.

Brittany, of course, was the first to advance, boldly displaying the same reckless hunger for her kisses, bold enough to flick her tongue in search of her lover's.

Azuki slipped away, though, greedy, after just a couple of fleeting thrusts, wanting to feel the other girl immediately, finding her just as ready, the lesser boldness more than compensated by the devoted submission that the plump lips showed in welcoming her with a wet embrace.

The caresses she offered with the tip of her tongue found Ulrika's waiting eagerly, ready to prove her submission, in perfect contrast with the blonde's nature.

Azuki pulled away from her as well, but only to drink in the light of the young Dark's dark eyes, swollen in the moonlight, offering her a universe of obedience and desire.

That very longing was the magic word that seemed to sync the deep and intense rhythm of their hearts with the bass of the melody, making their breaths deeper, as they waited for their appetites to be unleashed.

In that magic, Azuki's senses were lost. Reality melted away, finally setting her free, lifting her from the curse of being always so damn aware, constantly on guard, finally delivering her to the present, the moment, pulling her away from the past and the future she was ceaselessly forced to watch, predicting their whims, escaping their floods.

With perfect timing, Brittany pressed herself against her, shamelessly squashing her large, soft breasts against Azuki's arm to get her attention. Azuki immediately caught the indecent invitation and, turning, found the blonde's hand offering her a champagne glass overflowing with bubbles and, behind it, a gaze just as hungry and lost in the moment as hers.

As if to honor the immense contribution that alcohol had made in finally driving away that oppressive daytime, Azuki took the flute between her fingers and flipped it into her mouth, downing it all in one gulp, toasting to that vanishing world.

Damn, Cassie brought out the good stuff!

Her brain exclaimed as the refined taste of the drink cut through the not insignificant residue of beer and whiskey. She must've just downed $500 worth of Louis Roederer '99. As usual, her girlfriend must have known exactly how much she needed to escape and had meticulously planned everything to pull her away from the dark noose that had tightened around her breath more than usual that day.

And as yet another dose of alcohol slid down to warm her belly and further muffle the world beyond their scandalous realm, Azuki accepted the night's invitation to think of nothing else. With the feline movements, she slipped between the two girls and then lowered herself into the warm water of the pool up to her waist, immersing herself both in the water and in that fleeting dream.

So focused on serving her, both of her attendants followed suit without even taking off their shoes, aided by Cassandra's steady grip in their difficult task.

As soon as they clung to her again, Brittany summoned all her insolence to give the final push to their dance and plunge them into the debauchery they were all craving.

Reversing the roles of predator and prey, the blonde dared to grab Azuki's face and forcefully turn it toward her, then assaulted her with a torrid French kiss, not sparing an inch of her tongue.

Far from being intimidated by such boldness, Azuki's head didn't pull back but moved forward into the attack, twisting into a lustful struggle, searching for the best angle to push her tongue deeper than her concubine's.

But when Brittany sighed into her mouth, Azuki's eyes, which she held closed to savor the moment, flew open, wide and wild with lust.

That bitch's breath smelled like she'd just licked a whole truckload of filthy, horny pussies! Wait a second...

Azuki's tongue went back on the offensive, rubbing against the other's, exploring every inch before moving to her cheeks and palate; it wasn't

like she had

just licked! That slut had actually shoved her whole face into a dirty, dripping cunt and even given it a perfect tongue bath! And, just like a sommelier with a fine wine, Azuki couldn't miss the specific bouquet that not only told her how deeply Brittany had licked but also that she'd made the girl come, and precisely in her own mouth... and quite recently too.

It didn't take more than another couple of tongue strokes for her to savor the crudely pungent and obscene taste and figure out which little dark-haired slut she'd had to clean up to coat her mouth in that scabrous honey.

Breaking the pussy-flavored kiss, Azuki shot Brittany a look that was equally pleased with the unexpected gift and irritated by the deception. True to her bratty nature, the blonde merely smirked in response, confident she'd earned the only punishment that their nymphomaniac host knew how to dish out without restraint: a sordid pounding with the unnatural and oversized tool she sported between her thighs.

Even though she was submissive by nature, Ulrika understood how her friend/rival was succeeding all too well in provoking their Mistress in order to get wrecked by her magnificent cock, and this awareness gave her the courage to overcome her reverence and go on the offensive as well.

Though with much more deference than arrogance, the young Dark also reached out toward her, Miss Kurenai's face, and gently brushed her cheek, distracting her from the blonde's smug expression. Azuki turned, perhaps even more incredulous that someone like Ulrika had dared so much, but before the reproachful look from her Mistress could freeze her in shame, Ulrika quickly lifted her arm behind her neck and literally shoved an unruly nest of black hair into her face, soaked in such a potent scent of female in heat that it instantly erased any reservations she had about her little slave's insubordination.

With the same fervor as a cocaine addict starving for her fix, Azuki aggressively sniffed that depraved stench, burying her face into that torrid jungle before starting to root around in it with her tongue as soon as the smell alone wasn't enough to satisfy her depravity.

On the other side, Brittany wasn't about to give up and took advantage of the perverse exchange in which the two were entangled to directly reap the benefits: her hands slipped into the water, tracing Azuki's perfectly flat stomach, moving over her mound, and directly to her pussy.

Expertly rummaging through the long, thick curls of their Queen's hair, the blonde reached the already slick lips and briefly stimulated them before using them as a guide to find the clit.

By now, it was throbbing with desire and fully erect, preparing to take the form of the most majestic cock Brittany had ever seen.

Knowing full well that, compared to the obscene musk coming from the dark-haired girl's armpits, not even the world's best handjob could make Azuki's massive member swell faster, the blonde still gave a firm flick of her wrist to the caress, more to show her impatience to handle that monstrous tool than anything else.

And that lust paired perfectly with the foul paradise Azuki was lost in, so much so that in mere moments the ring formed by Brittany's thumb and forefinger had to widen until it could no longer close around the massive girth of the member they were gripping.

The feeling made her instantly ecstatic and submissive; the girl immediately began to jerk her guest's cock with a feverish hunger, giving her such a filthy handjob that it would've made even a porn actor cum on the spot.

For Azuki, however, it had the singular effect of finally putting her at ease... The lewd sensation of one of her sluts jerking her off with such greediness finally delivered her to the blessed realm that, for her, was dissolute, degenerate sex.

There, she was truly in control at last: fulfilled in every desire, dispensing every corrupt pleasure, every limit broken, every worry rendered meaningless by the euphoria of the act.

She felt so at home as Brittany worshipped her cock that even her craving for Ulrika's hair calmed, transforming into a perverse yet controlled adoration.

Taking a deep breath, Azuki inhaled one last waft of that caustic aroma before lifting herself up, staring into the girl's eyes, her plump lips brushing against the other's.

"You did so well," she whispered lustfully, then plunged her tongue into Ulrika's mouth, stirring it generously as a reward for the pungent scent she'd brought her. While their tongues were still intertwined and Brittany continued jerking her off, Azuki relaxed, leaning back, spreading her arms, and resting against the edge of the pool, followed immediately by the brunette, who wouldn't dare to be the first to break that kiss.

Now that her center of gravity had shifted, the water lifted her hips higher, making her shaft emerge like an obelisk from the water. The blonde didn't miss such a tantalizing opportunity and immediately dove toward Azuki's loins, taking her cock into her mouth—not without letting out a humiliating whimper of worship as the magnificent head invaded her mouth with its throbbing hardness, the aroma and taste of sex still strong and untainted despite the recent immersion.

While just starting to suck, that anaconda made Brittany's pussy throb hard enough to know that, if she touched herself, she'd come right then and there, for Azuki, the porn-star treatment seemed nothing more than a routine prelude, one she enjoyed on the side of an equally casual make-out session with the other reverent slut.

Ulrika, in turn, was no less on the verge of cumming, like the obedient slave she was; after all, receiving such praise from Miss Kurenai, along with that filthy kiss, was more than a repressed masochist like her could've ever dared hope for, and she couldn't stop the wave of joy that overcame her, making her throw her arms around her Mistress's neck to savor the kiss just like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

Even though she knew the two pleasures were incompatible, Azuki allowed herself to fall into Ulrika's tender devotion while simultaneously indulging in Brittany's depraved, lustful treatment—the brunette's embrace a magical balm for her wounded soul, the blonde's obscene fellatio an indecent hymn to her desire to disappear from the world.

With one hand, she reached for the brunette's neck, holding her close to love her with the same sweetness one loves a soulmate. With the other, she made the same gesture on the blonde's neck, reinforcing the dominant control that Brittany willingly—and eagerly—submitted to.

Then, slowly, things began to merge, one spilling into the other: the kiss took on an erotic passion, though still honeyed, and the thrusts with which her hips pushed her cock into Brittany's mouth became gentler, showing her that the passion was not one-sided but a shared desire for which she was grateful.

It was all impossible. It was all right.

Like in a dream, everything could be true alongside its opposite.

...And so, the world that had hurt her so much could also be wonderful.

Thanks to Ulrika's devotion and Brittany's vulgarity, the music of their lovemaking rose to full volume, turning the torment that had accompanied her that day—and every day—into little more than a faint background noise.

Thanks to Cassandra's unconditional love, there could still exist a place she could call home.

And just then, the weaver of her fantasies came to claim her rightful place in her creation, taking advantage of Azuki's focus on Ulrika, which had pulled her away from the pool's edge. With her flawless elegance, she slipped behind her, sinking into the water, and seized Azuki's ample breasts with both hands, squeezing them with both greed and adoration.

Her lips touched Azuki's neck in a gesture that felt more like a mystical ecstasy than a kiss, barely grazing her, starting from her shoulder and traveling up to her earlobe.

The Frenchy traced her skin a few more times, indulging in her scent and taste, before moving beside her head—still engrossed in kissing the brunette—and whispered a simple yet seductive, "Do you like it?" followed by a languid sigh that filled the moment with desire, before teasing her again with an inviting, "Do you want more?"

Azuki's mouth moaned her assent directly into Ulrika's, overwhelmed by the temptation Cassandra was offering, punctuating her approval by removing her hand from the blonde's head and running it through Cassie's hair, a caress that spoke of boundless gratitude and total surrender to the loving care only she could provide so well.

In response, Cassandra resumed her exalted, dominant role as Mistress of Ceremonies. From her lascivious embrace, she raised her head imperiously to address the two adepts and unleash them:

"Show her how much you've missed her cock, sluts!"

And just like hunting dogs unleashed, the two girls obeyed, the intensity of their lust changing in an instant.

Brittany quickly pulled the considerable length of cock she'd managed to take out of her throat, indifferent to the complaints of her abused esophagus, to finally give in to her true desires. She swung a leg over Azuki's waist, positioning herself to ride her, at the same time shifting her bikini aside to clear the path for her already-wet pussy to be fucked.