Blind Her With Bliss (3 page)

Damon turned down the music. He hollered epithets into his
mic
, insulting and demeaning the crowd below. They went wild with enthusiasm. The more scathing his comments, the louder they chanted and clapped. Damon couldn’t help but laugh at the juxtaposition of his remarks to their actions. As long as he lived, he’d never understand the human psyche.

“You’re animals,” he laughed out the words. Their howling calls wafted on the hot air currents drifting up from below. “Okay, time for a dance contest. You know the drill, if the spotlight shines on you, you’re on. What you do after that is up to you.”

Damon raised the volume another couple of notches and the music pounded out, whipping the crowd into a frenzy of flailing arms and exposed skin. Spotlights crossed and flitted over the assembly. The guys in the lighting booth had been through the routine before. They’d been down on the dance floor throughout the night scoping out the crush of bodies, determining the right ratio of men and women. Starry Knights catered to all sexual orientations. Elvis prided himself on keeping his patrons happy. If that meant naked men, he’d give it to them. If tonight was more the heterosexual, lesbian crowd, he’d be sure his people offered them a bevy of beauties.

Whichever the case, Damon was out of there after this contest was finished.

* * * *

Julie had no idea what was happening. The whole evening had been an overwhelming cacophony of sensual overload. The music had stroked her body like the bow of a violin, sending her taut muscles quivering with every pulse. She had danced with women and men, sometimes both. Their hands and mouths wandered her body without inhibition.

Their intimate touches had startled her at first. She’d bolted from the dance floor, too stunned to do anything but sip at another
iced
tea and watch. Other people’s clothes had disappeared as the night wore on and so had her reticence. No one knew her here. No one cared that Monday she would go back to boring Julie, CPA. Tonight, she could be anyone. And tonight she wanted to be Julie, wanton pinup girl.

So she’d pushed her way back in the crowd, enjoying the pleasant thrumming in her head and belly. She didn’t know how many people had touched her and at the moment, she didn’t really care. She hadn’t been able to return their affections, but others had. She wasn’t sure how many orgasms she’d witnessed, couples having intercourse on the dance floor or women pleasured to climax by partners of both sexes, but she’d become increasingly aroused as the night wore on. Although her body thrummed with need, she hadn’t allowed anyone to satisfy her in public. Even she had her limits.

At that moment, the spotlight illuminated her, cast all eyes on her, taking away her anonymity. Heat rose from the soles of her feet to settle in her cheeks. Julie swiveled her head, not understanding the chanting coming from the crowd. It seemed they wanted her to dance. Hands coaxed her from behind to join the small group gathered in the center of the dance floor. A man grabbed her hand and pulled her against his bare chest. The smell of musk and sweat assaulted her nose.
Completely masculine.
Completely erotic.
His lips crushed down on hers, stealing what little air was in her lungs. He spun her away from him, and just as quickly, twirled her back into his arms. They both laughed. The crowd surrounding the intimate group of twenty began to chant.

It was only a dance contest. This, she could enjoy.

Her partner pulled her tight to his body, his thigh parting her legs. Her partner’s erection pressed against her hip, sending jolts of sensual current down her center. He laid his cheek against her temple, his breath hot on her ear. His hips gyrated in time with the music, rubbing her swollen sex against the soft leather of his pants. She was overwhelmed by the myriad sensations rippling through her. For a moment Julie forgot where she was, didn’t worry about the people around her. She thought only of what her body yearned for, what she’d been craving all night.
Release.
Closing her eyes, hearing only the music, she lost herself in the pleasurable shockwaves of pleasure rippling over her muscles as her need built to a crescendo.

The supple body of a woman molded to Julie’s back and joined in the rhythmic movement of their bodies. The woman’s heated fingers trailed embers down Julie’s shaky thighs.

She wasn’t alone with this man? The realization snapped her back from a place she hadn’t wanted to go. A place Julie promised herself she
wouldn’t
go. What was she thinking? It was not the first time that night Julie had been in this position, but it was the first time she’d actually thought about giving in to the release of sexual need. Later, in a more private place, like her shower, she’d tame the horny beast with one of her toys.
But not now.
Not in front of all these people. Even this new person she was pretending to be had her limits. With a delicate shimmy and twist she’d perfected, Julie extricated herself from the couple. Unaffected by her departure, the two seamlessly closed the gap between them.

Relief flooded over her as one of the cocktail waitresses motioned for her to come out of the spotlights. She cast a glance over her shoulder. Clothes were being removed from the remaining ten contestants as quickly as dancers were being pulled from the contest. Despite her outfit’s inability to completely cover her breasts, Julie’s dignity and clothes had remained intact. She intended to keep it that way.

Julie melted back in with the crowd. The bright lights and warm bodies had muffled her thinking, steering her off course from her original plan. But playtime was over.

It was definitely time to refocus and get down to some serious business.

Damon strode along the back of the bar where clusters of patrons hid in the shadowed corners, lounging on overstuffed furniture. All he wanted was to get to Elvis’ office, collect his check and get out of the club without groupies hanging on his arms. He just wasn’t in the mood for empty sex with some fan girl tonight.

The evening’s sets had been loud and raucous, no doubt successful in the eyes of the owner, but they took their toll on Damon and he had no desire to expend more energy continuing the charade. Elvis was one of the few people who knew the real Damon Corey and would understand. It had been Elvis who’d convinced him to move to Maine and take the gig at the radio station. Of course neither of them could have foreseen the meteoric rise Demon Jones would have in the small town. And now that the station was paying him bonuses to do extra public appearances, it was important to keep the Demon’s rep intact. He understood that. Damon didn’t like it, but he knew he had to play the game or risk losing his job. It wouldn’t be the first time Elvis had covered for him and made the public believe that Demon Jones had pulled his usual playboy routine and headed out the back door with a woman on each arm.

He stopped short when he realized the door to the back offices of the club was blocked. A raven-haired beauty stared down the bouncer guarding the entrance from unauthorized customers. The woman stood defiantly with her hands on her hips. Her breasts pushed forward, brushing the guy’s barrel chest.

“Well, I guess I just don’t understand. You’ve let all kinds of people go through that door behind you. I’ve seen them coming and going.
Why not me?”

He recognized the feisty woman. Twenty minutes ago, she’d acted like she didn’t understand what was going on when the dance floor spotlight flooded over her. It hadn’t taken much coaxing from the crowd to get her to join the dance competition. Damon had seen lots of women appear all innocent until they were nearly naked in front of the crowd. Not this one. He’d watched her ride her partner’s thigh, her body swaying sensually to the music, her lids hanging heavy with desire. He was sure she’d be like all the rest, slithering out of her clothes and satisfying herself in public. But she hadn’t. She’d done some kind of slink and roll and extricated herself quite gracefully from the writhing bodies on the dance floor, then disappeared.

She’d definitely caught his attention. Damon’s body reacted to the memory. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t too tired to enjoy a drink or two with a lively number like her.

“As I told you, only members can go through, or guests on the list.” The bouncer looked down his crooked nose at her, the strobe lights reflecting off his bald head. He pounded his stubby finger on his clipboard. “Ma’am, if you’re not on the list, you’re not going in.”

Do I look like a ma’am to you?” she asked, poking the big man in the sternum.

Damon bit back a laugh. There weren’t many who would stand up to this particular bouncer. Just the size of his tattooed forearms was enough to intimidate most patrons of Starry Knights. She seemed unfazed by his size and gruff scowl. Maybe he could save the poor schlep blocking the door, give the woman access to the back rooms and find if she was interested in a little something more.

He didn’t feel quite so tired anymore.

“Hey, man,” Damon said to the bouncer as he stepped out of the shadows, getting a closer look at the sexy brunette. “How’s it going?”

It’s going just fine. Nothing I can’t handle.” He inflated his chest and stepped between Damon and the woman. “
You going
up to see Elvis?” The man reached for the door handle behind him.

“Yeah, and I’d like to take the lady with me.”

The bouncer’s face wrinkled in confusion.

“Yeah, she probably didn’t mention she was waiting for me.” He took the woman by the arm and pulled her around the guy’s sizable bulk. “I guess we got our signals crossed, babe.” He leaned in, stealing a surprised kiss. “I wanted you to wait by the bar, not the door.” He winked at her.

She flipped her hair and batted her lashes. “I just can’t keep anything straight.”

Damon smiled as the woman sent the bouncer a smug look and filled her lungs, no doubt to tell the guy exactly where he could go. Not wanting to referee another confrontation, Damon hustled her through the door the bouncer reluctantly held open for them.

“Thanks for helping me through door number one,” the woman said, batting her lashes and skillfully slipping her arm from his grasp before the door had completely closed.

“You’re welcome…” He let the last word hang, hoping she’d offer her name.

The muted light of the wall lamps mounted in the paneled hall seemed bright after the smoky haze of the bar. Color rose in her cheeks, her breath coming in sexy little pants.
Nervous or excited?
He couldn’t be sure

The door clicked shut, muffling the loud music. Only the pulsing beat of the percussion sections came through the insulated walls. Her eyes flicked from him to the door and fear snapped across her features before she schooled them.

“Well, it looks like it’s just the two of us. Alone,” she said quietly.

He was sure she hadn’t intended him to see her swallowing her fear before leaning into him and pressing the soft roundness of her breast against his arm. Her hip rubbed provocatively along his thigh. The woman didn’t seem to know which persona she wanted to wear: innocent victim or erotic seductress.

He chose the vamp. Perhaps he was just projecting, but the woman clinging to him like a cat in heat currently seemed to be looking for a plaything. He guided her down the hall.
“Alone indeed.
I’m Demon Jones and you are…”

“Jul…” She looked up at him through long lashes, her cheeks pinking.
“Just Jewel.”

“Do you come to Starry Knights often?”

 
“No, this is my first time here,” she said, wrapping her hand around his biceps, her tiny steps quickening to keep pace with his lanky strides. “Starry Knights is an interesting place.”

“Well, Just Jewel,” Damon smiled and covered her hand with his, “I need to talk with the owner. But when my business is over, perhaps we could have a little private party of our own?”

You mean Elvis
Castonguay
?” Jewel pulled him to a stop in the empty hall, excitement sparking in her green eyes. “You know him?”

“Yeah, we’re good friends. Why?”

“I was just hoping to talk with him, that’s all.” She shuffled her booted foot over the carpet.

The woman flitted back to chaste innocence. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Though either side of her could be fun in bed, Damon wasn’t sure he wanted to tangle with her split personalities. The dominatrix-style wig was cute on her, but it didn’t fit the heart-shaped face or the childlike green eyes staring up at him.

“Elvis knows a friend of mine who was a regular here at Starry Knights,” she said. “I just wondered what he can tell me about him.”

Damon steered her toward the elevator doors. Sliding the card key from his back pocket into the control panel on the wall, he heard the car descend with his falling libido.

More likely a
boyfriend
.
Damon definitely didn’t want to become entangled in that headache. Well, that decided it. He’d take her up to Elvis, dump her at the office and head out the back door into the private garage. The Demon’s reputation as a lady’s man would remain untarnished since only Elvis would know he bailed on the woman and kept himself out of someone else’s problems.

When the doors hissed open, he motioned for her to enter the plush elevator. “Shall we?”

* * * *

Julie wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Evidently, she wasn’t.

Her over-stimulated body seemed to have been calling the shots since Demon had stepped into her argument with muscle-boy. Her head still buzzed from the hazy, blue smoke and the heat generated from so many bodies. And now Demon Jones stood next to her, his presence sucking all the air from the elevator, making it hard for her to fill her lungs.

Keeping her eyes facing the door, Julie checked Demon out in her peripheral vision. He was even better looking close-up. A man like him invited a woman’s fantasies to run wild. She’d like to take off his dark glasses and peer into those eyes, watch them cloud with desire while her hands slid over the sinewy muscles of his chest. Julie had felt the heat and power of him in their brief contact in the hall and had tried to ignore her body’s reaction to his proximity. But when he’d flashed that lazy smile of his, all she could think about was sinking her teeth into his pouty bottom lip.

The wig swished as she shook the thoughts from her head. Where the hell had her common sense gone? They were headed to a
private
party. Julie knew what he meant when he said it, and yet she’d still followed him into the elevator. Her nipples grew taut, straining pleasantly against the leather of her corset. Her stomach dropped even as the elevator rose. She shifted the weight on her feet, trying to ease the heaviness gathering between her thighs. She’d never had anything remotely close to a one-night stand, but the thought of doing that now intrigued her. Isn’t that how she’d hoped this night would end? But the real question still plagued her—could she actually go through with it?

The doors opened to an office bathed in a soft light emanating from the glass shelves lining the wall on her left. A man she assumed was Elvis
Castonguay
stood with his back to them. His wide shoulders and narrow waist were silhouetted in the lights pulsing through the line of windows filling the wall on her right. She could feel the throbbing beat of the music more than hear its melody. No doubt he was surveying his kingdom below.

Elvis turned to them.
“Demon.”
His long legs brought him to them in a few strides.
“Another wonderful show as always.”
He pumped Demon’s hand. His appraising gaze swept the length of Julie, heating her skin as if he’d touched her. “And who is this ravishing beauty?”

“Elvis, Jewel. Jewel, Elvis
Castonguay
.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr.
Castonguay
,” she said.

“Please, call me Elvis. And the pleasure is all
mine
, Jewel.” He took the hand she offered, gently kissing her knuckles. “May I get either of you something to drink?”

“I’d like an iced tea,” Julie said, feeling the heat of the room surround her.

Elvis asked casually.

“No, I’m from Delmont, right here in Maine. Why does everyone keep asking me that?” She shot a glance from one man to the other.

“She is delightful, that one.” Elvis chuckled and waved his long fingers elegantly over his shoulder as he walked away.
“Anything for you, Demon?”
Lifting the phone on the corner of his desk, Elvis’ hand poised over the buttons.

“No, I’m not staying. I just brought Jewel to meet you.”

Elvis raised an eyebrow. “It’s barely past midnight, my friend. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to enjoy the company of one of those blonde beauties you displayed so nicely on the platform? As always, you know you have a standing offer of my business.”

Demon let out a heavy sigh, “I appreciate your hospitality, but it was a long set. I think I’ll just call it a night. I’ve still got a long ride home.”