desires. They lived a quiet life, taking part in the same routine, every
day, with small moments of joy found in that routine. They lived their lives blindly, they didn’t look to the left or to the right, and they certainly didn’t look at their own desires. They just lived until they died.
I wasn’t that kind. I knew what I wanted. I’d explored it a variety of times.
I’d opened minds and bodies to the ultimate experience that desire could bring to a human body. In the process, I’d examined my actions, the responses I felt toward that action, and replicated the ones that brought me the most pleasure.
There was always room to grow, though, and I would try new things. With the right woman.
I’d settled into a chair at Elmo’s and awaited the promised siren that Roxie had enticed me with. I hadn’t really planned to come to Elmo’s tonight, the hunt was starting to wear on me, but she’d sent word through Freddy that I would want to make sure I was there for her set.
I didn’t know a lot about the woman that Roxie had told me about, but I knew if the professional said I’d like her, then she had to be right. I waited as Roxie did a routine I’d seen before, but then the lights changed, and smoke began to fill the stage. Out of the smoke emerged a small, blonde siren. She was wrapped in nude satin, her full breasts were covered, her slim waist was exposed, as was her navel.
Her hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she wore a strip of
the satin as a mask. The material on her body had been draped expertly and exposed a lot of skin, but it hid from the viewer’s eyes the most intimate parts. I could see her there on the stage, her lips a shiny red that needed to be kissed, and firm thighs that needed to wrap around my waist. Oh yes, she would do.
Roxie took the woman by the hand, and I saw the newcomer’s uncertainty.
She stumbled but caught herself as Roxie led her to the pole. Roxie climbed as we all watched, and when she was up halfway, she took the woman’s hand.
Again, she was uncertain, but she was also brave. So, she could be led. She could fight her own fears to get what she wanted.
I ran a thumb across my jaw as I watched her, my concentration unbroken even when my finger moved to tap at my top lip while I watched. She wasn’t as full in the hips as I’d normally like, but for a night, she might do.
I hummed as Roxie caressed the other blonde who stood with such regal presence, despite the fear that made her head turn as she sought to see who was in the audience. She held herself with pride; she wasn’t cowed as some women were on their first night at Elmo’s. She stood with her head held high and her body on display, now that she’d finally conquered the jitters that had shaken her at first.
Roxie’s finger slowly brushed along the feminine line of the woman’s jaw, an erotic move from a woman who hung upside down from a metal pole. They were
a pair on the stage, and as an introduction it was seductive. The promise of innocence was enhanced by Roxie’s overtly sexual pose. I liked the contrast.
I wanted to speak to her, to look into her eyes, so I waited patiently. Some of the women who came in wanted to strike out on their own and were completely independent, but I had a feeling Roxie would stay close to this one. She knew the woman, but she hadn’t told me anything about the lady’s personal life, other than the fact that she wanted to live a little.
Was she some preacher’s daughter, out to take a little shine off of her halo?
Was that it? My eyebrows furrowed as the pair ended their performance and left the stage. Or, perhaps, some strictly raised Mr. Dark who wanted to find out if real life was better than the books she hid in? Or maybe a daddy’s girl who wanted out from beneath his thumb? It didn’t matter to me where the woman
came from, but a woman who had been spoiled her entire life probably wouldn’t like my world very much. I’d soon find out, I decided, and sat back in my chair.
They’d make their way to me eventually, and I’d be ready for them.
They stopped at the table of a new member, and whatever he said made the
princess blush and look away. But she still held her head regally, and I could tell she wasn’t used to being spoken to so … familiarly. I felt my eyes narrow again and watched her with some amusement. It would be fun to break that regal air down, to watch her head go from poised and untouchable to a more, well, submissive air.
I felt my body respond to her, and I knew she was the one I wanted, most definitely wanted. She’d do quite well, and it wasn’t just desperation for a playmate that led me to that conclusion. She was a prime candidate for my kind of play, and even if her manners and air said she was in control and always would be, I knew that what she actually needed was a firm hand and a red bottom.
She made her way to another table, Roxie at her side, and I could hear their conversation. She had the South Carolina Southern accent, but there was a refined edge to it. The syllables that were usually slurred came out a little more pronounced than you’d typically find in these parts, and the way she spoke screamed boarding school to me. That or she’d taken elocution lessons.
I took it all in, and what I found was a well-bred woman who probably came
from money, and a lot of it, if the way she held herself apart from the club members meant anything. That wasn’t nervousness, or even fear; it was confidence and training. She’d been taught to be a proper lady, and everyone who met her would always know it. From the way she spoke to the man with a
polite but distant air, I knew she could hold a conversation with anyone and walk away without a hint of rudeness on her part. Capable too, then, I decided as Roxie led her to the bar.
The woman was given a glass of wine, and for a moment, they sat there quietly whispering to each other. Even in little more than scraps of cloth, the woman’s pose said she was elegantly dressed and her attire wasn’t anything unusual. She might as well have been wearing a suit with a scarf tucked around
her neck for modesty’s sake. Nothing touched her, but she wasn’t an ice princess, far from it if that fire in her eyes meant anything. No, she was just a woman who knew what she wanted and hadn’t found it yet.
She hadn’t met me; she hadn’t even looked in my direction. She just sat on
that stool, as if at a garden party, and whispered to Roxie. Every now and then, she’d reach out and touch Roxie’s arm. So, they were friends outside of this place, I knew. Where had Roxie met her? What would a woman like Roxie be doing at any kind of function this woman might go to? Or had they met in some bar somewhere?
It was all quite a mystery, and I wanted to find out what it all meant. If Roxie would stop playing games and just bring the woman over to me, we could get started. Roxie, however, was enjoying her little game of tease. I gathered as much when she cast a wink in my direction with a slight wave of her fingertips.
“Bitch,” I whispered softly, but didn’t mean it.
I knew Roxie was heavily invested in the place; otherwise, she wouldn’t do
so much of the work around here, and this was all part of an elaborate dance.
From that little show on the stage, to the poised woman on that stool, it was all part of a plan Roxie had devised.
I’d strangle her if the tease of it all wasn’t so fun.
A grim smile stretched over my face, and I sat back to wait a little while longer. Good things come to those who wait. I knew that well from my time here. The other hotels would be fine without me, for now, and I could spend a little more time out here. Most of the work I needed to do could be done from my computer in the small penthouse I’d rented today, and the rest could be done with phone calls.
In the past, my father had spent a lot of time on the road, going back and forth between hotels. I hadn’t seen him a lot, and that was part of the reason he’d retired. He wanted to spend more time with his wife and play golf, so he’d handed over control of the hotels on the west coast of the country to me. I’d expanded the range when I bought hotels in New Orleans, Louisiana and one in Biloxi, Mississippi.
