Days of Desire (12 page)

“I wish you had.”

“The night is still young. I can make every one of your wishes come true if you're ready to let me continually fill your body with pleasure until the sunrise.”

“I'm ready. I'm so ready.”

“I hope you’re ready for one hell of a night.”

The Voyeur Room

“Hello all you naughty sex-crazed fiends, welcome back to the Voyeur Room!” Renee Smith, the strikingly petite, dark-skinned owner of the hidden paradise announced into the free-standing microphone with pure glee. The energetic, hormonally driven, masked crowd went wild with applause and cheers. The small private, blue and gold accented underground 60 seat theater was packed to capacity as the sea of veiled patrons excitedly waited for the scandalous night to begin. Every other Monday and Wednesday evening, Renee opened the underground theater, which had been constructed under her restaurant, The Harbour Bistro, to a small exclusive group of men and women.

“Alright, as you all know, tonight is Moan for me Monday, so get ready to moan with tonight's act, numbers seven and thi
rteen.”

The audience turned around in their seats to see who the lucky paired couple of the night would be. From opposite sides of the theatre, the pair came into view.

“Ivy and Hassan, come on down and take your positions.”

Again applause filled the room as a tall, deep chocolate man with amazing pecks and a sandy brown woman headed for the circular bed which was on the stage, draped in red satin sheets.

“Remember, the only rules are to never remove your masks and to make us cum long and hard right along with you.”

“Yeahhh! Came the horny crowd’s response along with whistles and moans of pleasure. Enjoy my loves. As usual, ma
sturbation and orgy style sex is allowed while watching the show.” Renee grinned and winked before she sauntered over to the glass wall unit, pressed the play button on the surround sound stereo system, and exited stage left. Immediately, “Soulful Moaning” by Dale began floating through the huge Samsung floor speakers just as the sexy piece of hot chocolate swooped down on his partner, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her the rest of the way to the stage.

After gently positioning his partner in the center of the king sized bed and removing their contestant numbers, Hassan slowly u
ndressed the smooth soft, hourglass-shaped beauty then patiently waited while she returned the favor. While doing so, she couldn't help but shiver slightly in silent excitement at his well-toned abs and the girth of his stiff ten inches. Now completely naked, Ivy ran her hands down Hassan's solid chest when a low moan escaped her soft, full lips. After she had her fill, he gently laid her on her back and opened her legs until she was spread eagle style near the edge of the bed. He didn't know why but his urge to sink inside of this woman was so strong it was almost overwhelming. He'd never experienced this sense of urgency and absolute desire before.

Reaching across her centerfold approved body for the glass bowl of melted bakers chocolate that sat on the heart-shaped table by the bed, he drizzled the warm dessert topping all over Ivy’s luscious body. Starting at her toes, Hassan took his time slowly licking and sucking every drop of chocolate that warmed Ivy's wanton body while utilizing his hands to entirely caress her slightly trembling thighs.

Ivy had never had a partner who was so focused on the miniscule yet very important details of properly preparing a woman for ecstasy. She couldn't remember ever becoming so aroused or wet so fast in her 32 years of life. The sheer feeling of being so close to sexual bliss had Ivy clinching the sheets for dear life. She attempted to close her shaking thighs over Hassan's roaming fingers, but he was having none of that as he grabbed her hands and thighs, intertwined them, and held them together as he continued his journey to the flowing valley of honey between her thighs.

Once he was content with her body's reaction to him, he began a trail of butterfly kisses up her thighs until he was mere inches away from her soaked welcoming lips. Hastily, he slipped his tongue inside of her encircling her sweet tasting clit before co
ntinuing to her stomach then her beautiful, full breasts and pebbled peaks. He gently sucked and swirled his tongue slowly around her nipples, kissing them ever so lightly with just enough pressure for her breathing to instantaneously transform from slow controlled intakes of air to deep moans and naughty jumbled words of pleasure. Soon her groans filled the theater as he rapidly found his way back down to her slippery folds then slipped his tongue inside her soaked haven.

At once, Ivy cradled Hassan's head as he zealously licked, swirled, and glided his tongue deeper and deeper. While savoring the fe
rvent gratification, Ivy turned her head slightly. Right before she closed her eyes again, she glimpsed a woman sitting on a man's face while he held her in place and ate her pussy until she squirted all over his face. The man sitting to the left of them had been sucking on her toes. The sight intensified her already heightened pleasure. Hassan tormented his quivering prey into an orgasm that began in her toes and tore through her entire body.

“Ohhhhh yesssss!” Gripping the cool sheets with one hand and digging her nails in Hassan’s shoulder with the other, she screamed as she came all over his tongue.

While Ivy was still encountering orgasmic tremors, Hassan hid a naughty grin as he turned Ivy over and helped her to her knees. As the crowd looked on, he slipped his granite hardness deep inside of her from behind.

******

“Ms. Decker?”

“Yes Trisha, go ahead.”

“Your one o'clock is here.” Her assistant informed her over the intercom.

“Okay, send him back.”

“Will do.” Mackenzie pulled her company's brochure and menu for her last client of the day before lunch, and set everything on her cherry wood finished desk just as he entered her office.

“Mr. Alexander, hello.” Mackenzie stood, walked over to the e
xtremely handsome man, and extended her hand.

“Please, have a seat.”

Oh lord, please forgive all this sinning that's going through my mind right now
!

“Thank you and please call me Michael.” He said accep
ting her hand in greeting.

“Okay Michael.” Mackenzie smiled as she took her seat behind her desk then removed her appointment book from her top drawer.

“Thank you for choosing Delicious Morsels to cater you event. How did you hear about us?” She asked while trying not to linger too long in his gaze.

“I was referred by a family member and had an opport
unity to taste your desserts as well.”

As soon as the sentence left his mouth, he realized how suggestive it sounded. And from the brief glance at his lips, do did Mackenzie.

“Uh, okay, great.” Mackenzie awkwardly smiled at him, trying to ward off the brief spark of sexual tension.

“So, w-what is the date, time, and special event that you would like us to cater?” She was slightly flustered.

“It’s Saturday, July 19
th
for my mother's 50
th
surprise birthday dinner. Michael responded trying not to stare at Mackenzie's full, plum painted lips and the rest of her bountiful assets.

Those lips, that body. I know that body but from where
?
And why do I want to take her right here on her desk
.

“Oh okay, wonderful. I’m honored you selected us to cater such a significant occasion.” Mackenzie smiled while shuffling through her desk calendar until she reached July, searching for availability.

“Well Mr., I mean Michael, you're in luck. That day is available, what time will you be needing our services?”

“The gathering is scheduled for 6:30 p.m.”

“Alright, all we need now is a $100 deposit and you're all set.”

“Do you accept cash?”

“Yes we do.”

“Here you are.” Cameron peeled off five, crisp $20 bills then handed them to her.

“Thank you. Here is your receipt, menu choices, as well as our company policies. We’ll go over your menu two weeks before the event. Oh, let me get you our cake referral form. If you fill out the name of the family member who referred you as well as your name, you’ll receive $100 off this event plus you both will be discounted $150 toward the next affair you book with us.” Mackenzie informed him as she stood and walked over to her file cabinet.

Michael shamelessly followed Mackenzie's familiar curves with a frown as she crossed the room. He was beyond annoyed that he couldn't place this woman. While leaning over the drawer to grab the sheet of paper she was in search of, her blouse slid up slightly, revealing a lion cub tattoo at the small of her back.

“It's you.” Michael's voice was barely audible.

“I'm sorry, can you repeat that?”

“It's you, from the Voyeur Room.”

“Uh, you must have me mistaken for someone else.” Mackenzie countered, averting her eyes to the file in her hand. U
nexpectedly, her hands became damp and uncooperative, as the thick file slipped from her grasp and the contents spilled onto the floor.”

“Mackenzie is it? Michael asked as he knelt to retrieve the papers. Well, it's much more fitting than Ivy; an Ivy would have absolutely nothing on you. Regardless, you can pretend all you want that you have no idea what I'm talking about. On the co
ntrary, the minute your little tat was exposed, I knew exactly who you were. I licked chocolate sauce from every inch of your body. Therefore, I know it extremely well. In fact, I’ve committed to memory every detail and sound you made while in the heat of ecstasy. Therefore, can we cut the bull and move on to possibly going on a first date?”

Mackenzie went over to her office door, glanced into the hall b
efore quickly closing and locking it behind her.

“Foremost Mr. Alexander, I don't date rude, cocky jerks. Cons
equently, I wouldn't date you if you were the last man on earth. Secondly, I don't do business with individuals who can't read and comprehend the simplest of instructions. Directives which clearly indicated that should you come across anyone's true identity from the Voyeur Room without it being volunteered, end all contact or risk terminating your membership. Hence, the agreement you just signed is null and void - over just like this conversation.” She slowly tore the contract in half and threw it in the small trash can before taking her seat behind her desk. “Now please show yourself out of my damn office.”

“Damn, beautiful and feisty! I think I'm in love. Look, I'm sorry you feel that way but I'm not going anywhere. And if I were you, I would pull that contract out of the trash right now.” Michael leaned over the front of her desk, grabbed Mackenzie's appoin
tment book which she was glancing at then threw it to the floor.

“Or what Mr. Alexander, what do you plan to do about it if I don't? Just let me warn you, I don't play fair, I'll put a bullet in your head before you can blink should I feel the need to.” Mackenzie met his heated glare.

“Damn woman, what type of men have you been keeping company with?” He laughed.

“Mr. Alexander, please leave.”

“Oh right…no can do. Unless you want your personal life, excuse me, Ivy's private life splattered and exposed all over the ten o'clock news and your business to go belly up by morning, you may want to tape up that contract, pick up the money off the floor, and get ready to make my mother's 50
th
birthday one she’ll never forget! In addition, later on tonight and every night that I call you, you're going to come to me, dressed in lingerie of my choosing, and make it an evening I'll never forget.”

“Are you blackmailing me, Michael Alexander?”

“Why, I do believe I am little lion cub! Just to make it a little more interesting, you only have 24 hours to notify me you’re onboard. Do I make myself clear Mackenzie?”

“Kiss my ass!”

“I'd love to, bend over.”

“Get the hell out of my office.”

“Twenty-four hours Mackenzie, and I dare you to call my bluff.” Michael chuckled as he left the office. Mackenzie sat back in her chair, folded her arms and pouted like a child who had just been reprimanded. She wasn't simply ticked off, she was mad as hell. For the first time all year, she regretted her monthly visits to the Voyeur Room.

Mackenzie had decided to put dating on hold indefinitely. On the other hand, she still had needs that Bob, her battery ope
rated boyfriend, couldn't meet when it came to a real man. As a result, she began to search for alternatives. While at Panera Bread one day, skimming the personals and sipping coffee, she overheard two women in the booth behind her talking about an underground sex club called the Voyeur Room. The conversation more than intrigued her. Thus, as soon as she entered her loft, she grabbed her Dell laptop to see if she could discover any information about the club. Regrettably, she had no such luck.

Two weeks later, while grabbing carryout at The Harbour Bistro, she overheard the bartender asking someone on the phone to go with her to the Voyeur Room. No sooner than the Tyra Banks lookalike ended her call, Mackenzie asked her if she could tell her where it was. Initially, the bartender denied any knowledge of the club. Then later, told her to come back after midnight and she'd tell her everything she wanted to know.

Thinking back on that night, which was exactly eleven months ago today,
had I known I'd be blackmailed, I would've taken my horny ass to an escort service
.