The Pleasure Room (12 page)

~*~

“So you want to tell me what the hell happened to you last night?” was Allison's informal greeting when Felicity stepped up to her desk.

“I told you I didn't feel well yesterday. I might be coming down with something. I kind of just vegged out on the sofa and ate some soup,” Felicity lied. It was much better than saying:
I blew you off to go to that sex club where I witnessed the hottest fucking bastard walking the earth work two subs into submission and it really made me horny. So horny in fact, I let that same sexy, British bastard do unspeakable things to my lady parts which blew my mind. On top of that, I let him talk me into becoming his little sex slave for three months. So, how was your evening?
Nope, Felicity was going to stick with the simple stuff today.

“I was worried about you, but I'm glad to know you're okay.” Allison gave her a sweet smile. “That restaurant was very good. I ended up going with Gayle and Courtney.”

“Oh, cool. Maybe the four of us can hang out tonight?” Felicity implored. This may be her last night of complete freedom for the next three months.  
Wait, does that mean I'm going to go through with it?
She wondered.

Allison shrugged. “Sure, why not. It's Friday and I'm ready to let loose. Got any place in mind—oh and don't bring up that sex club you're investigating,” she teased.

“I wouldn't and no, I don't want to go there anyway,” Felicity lied again. This was becoming an
uncharacteristic
recurrence. “I was thinking about grabbing something to eat. Someplace where we can ogle the waiters. Then after that, a nice club to dance until our feet hurt.”

Allison nodded, a naughty smile creeping into her features. “You know what, I've got the perfect places in mind. Let's splurge, okay?”

Felicity offered her friend a side-ways glance. “That depends on how much of a splurge you're talking about.”

“Well, let's say over fifty dollars, but under a hundred. But that also might depend on you, on what you do.”

“Okay, enough with the cryptic, what are you talking about?”

“Oh fine, you're no fun. I say we go to Brazzaz, eat our hearts out. Besides, it's payday. We need to treat ourselves sometimes. That's where the fifty bucks comes in. Then we go to this club I know about that has these hot male strippers.” She flexed her eyebrows several times as she grinned widely.

Felicity couldn't help herself. She laughed. It was actually a perfect plan. “I'm in.”

“Good, cause Gayle, Courtney and I already decided that this was the plan last night.”  

“Was I included?”

“You were, but you've been so busy with your story, I didn't want to get in the way of that.”

Felicity huffed. It was true. She shouldn't feel left out when she was the one who blew them off.

“It's cool. Can't wait to hang out with the girls tonight,” Felicity said.

“I can't wait either. I've been looking at some of the guys who's going to be getting naked... or at least mostly naked tonight and I've got to tell you... I'm going to need some dollars,” Allison cackled at her own joke and Felicity joined her.

“You're a mess, sometimes,” Felicity teased.

“I know, but you love it.” Allison turned back around to her computer to finish working.

Felicity did the same, but throughout the entire work day, she couldn't get Tall, Dark and Illegally Gorgeous out of her mind. Nor could she figure out why he was so interested in her. No doubt, a man like that could have any woman... or man for that matter, that he wanted.

But he wants you
, her subconscious voice said.

She didn't know if she should feel like the luckiest woman in the world or if she should be worried. Then she thought about what he said to her the night before. What he did to her and how he made her feel.

And you
really
want him
, the voice urged.

“So it would seem,” Felicity mumbled.

“Huh? What was that?” Allison asked, having overheard her.

I guess I said that out loud
, Felicity thought. “Nothing, just reading something. Not important.”

“Your ass was talking to yourself again, weren't you?” Allison giggled.

“Shut up, no I wasn't.” she lied again.

“Oh, okay, if you say so.” Allison snorted before returning to her work.

Felicity grabbed her purse and looked for the card Alistair gave her with his number on it. She found it and snatched up her cell phone at the same time. Without saying a word, she rose and left her desk going to the bathroom. She was happy to see that it was empty. Immediately, she dialed the number.

“Hello?” Alistair greeted.

A shiver ran down Felicity's spine. If just the sound of his voice could do that to her, just what other tricks did he have up his sleeve?

“Um, hi, Alistair.” She was so nervous! She couldn't remember the last time she was this anxious talking to a guy.

“Good afternoon, Felicity. Have you given my offer enough thought?” he asked.

Straight to business, I see.
“Yes, I have.”

“And...?”

Felicity took a deep breath. “I want to do it. I want to take the contract.”
Oh My God, I'm actually doing this!
 

“Excellent. I'll text you the address. I'll have the papers ready by tonight. You can come by--”

“Ahhh, not tonight.”

“And why not?”

“Look, I haven't signed it
yet
. You can't tell me that I can't go out with my friends
yet
. I don't need your permission
yet
.”

There was a silence over the phone and Felicity wondered if she said the wrong thing.

“Such attitude, it will require a substantial amount of adjustment. I look forward to it. Very well, tomorrow morning, then. No exceptions.”

“Fine, tomorrow afternoon.” She ended the call before he could argue about the time. She exhaled not even realizing she was holding her breath for as long as it took for Alistair to reply. “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into” she said to herself. Her cell phone chimed and she looked down to see she had a new text. She clicked it and like promised, Alistair had sent her his address. Along with a message that said: “See you tomorrow morning at 10AM”.
Damn him!
 

~*~

Alistair lay sprawled on his sofa, staring at his cell phone on the table. He smiled as he thought about her sly little move changing the time she was to meet him before he could correct her. Still, his message would be clear in the text he'd sent. “This is going to be interesting.” He was so excited about his new submissive, her strong will, her liveliness
.
All qualities he admired.

He climbed off the sofa and walked to his office on the second floor of his three story mansion. There, he started on their contract. Adding in all of the details they'd discussed, but making sure to leave plenty of options open, mainly to interpretation. He knew she had no idea what was in store for her and he needed to be able to work within the confines of their agreement. Once that was finalized, he made a doctor's appointment for himself. Above all, he needed some new toys. Just for her. Turning on his computer, he loaded up his favorite online stores. He purchased a new assortment of sex toys and outfits guaranteed to unleash all of her hidden desires. By weeks in, she'd be his.

~*~

“I don't know why I let you talk me into eating at that place,” Felicity said as she climbed into the back seat of Allison's car having called “shotgun” too late.

“Hey, no one told your ass to buy those drinks. That stuff is expensive. This place we're going to, you could drink all you want for twenty-dollars. Why do you think I was like: 'just water for me'?” Allison shot back.

“Shut up. Now you want to tell me.”

“I told you then! But you was all like: 'That's just cheap booze, I want something exotic' and went on and spent your stripper money on all those apple martinis,” Allison pointed out.

“She did tell you, Felicity,” Courtney chimed in. Being the victor in the shotgun passenger seat game, she was sitting comfortably in a spot normally designated for Felicity.  

“She sure did,” Gayle added, buckling up beside her.

“Allison didn't need you two to co-sign with her, I don't need to hear all that 'I told you so
'
,” Felicity joked. The four of them laughed.  “Besides, I've got twenty dollars in singles for those boys. That's all they're getting out of me tonight.”

“You've been hanging around Allison too much. You're starting to sound like her,” Gayle said.

“Hey! What's that supposed to mean?” Allison asked.

“It's true,” Courtney defended.

“I see two chatterbox broads that's gonna be catching the bus home if they keep talking shit in my ride,” Allison playfully threatened.

Again, the four women laughed as they drove to the strip show. They discussed other things along the way. Allison made certain not to bring up Felicity's top secret story, even though she was curious as to how far along she was in it. If she didn't know better, she was suspecting her friend was more interested in the club than the story. But she could be wrong.

A half hour later, they found a parking spot two blocks away from the club. Having purchased tickets at lunch time, they were able to walk right in without any issues. All purchased the twenty-dollars-all-you-can-drink package and sat down at a table with their beverages.

“This better be good. I don't want to see a bunch of stiff ass wiggling up there,” Courtney said.

“You and me, both,” Allison agreed.

The master of ceremonies came out, setting the atmosphere as the lights dimmed and the spotlight came on shining its brightness solely on him. Unlike the men who would be performing that night, he wore a suit that wasn't meant to rip away from the body. But like the men performing, he was handsome and well built.

“Ladies and ooo, even more ladies... I love my job,” he paused to let his joke take effect. There were a few claps and lots of lighthearted laughter throughout the club. Felicity and her group included.

“Whatcha got underneath that?” Allison yelled.

“Shhhhhh!” Felicity chastised and lightly slapped Allison's arm.

“Girl, calm down. That's what this is all about. I knew I shouldn't have sat next to your uptight ass, ” Allison shot back, giggling.

Felicity scoffed. “I am
not
uptight!”

“Whatever, shushing me like somebody's grandma,” Allison continued to teased.

Felicity pouted playfully.

“Ohhh, my stripper days are over, ladies, but not to worry. You are all in for a treat tonight, so I hope you brought your purses, let me see those dollar bills!” the man said, hyping up the crowd of horny and excited females. Many of whom waved wads of money up in the air, including Allison.

“Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about ladies! For five dollars, you can come up on the stage and get a whole lot of special attention from our guys. Your own personal lap dance from either of our sexy studs. So when you see someone you like, come on down... or just cum.” He winked. He also took this time to go over the Do's and Dont's for the evening's festivities. “And now, without further ado, Cameron's going to have his hands full reading you ladies your rights.”

With that, he left the stage to the first male performer of the night. Cameron pranced around on stage in his policeman costume, grinding, hips pumping to the music as he slowly removed one piece of clothing after the other. Felicity enjoyed his performance. That's all it was to her. After last night, nothing would ever compare to anything Alistair had done. Her and her friends enjoyed the special attention of the guys as more and more came to her table for private dances. Finally, the show was winding down and it was time to say goodbye, or dance at the club that was now making room to carry the night out.

“So, I'm broke. Do you guys want to stay and party, or go home,” Allison asked.

“I think Gayle's had more than enough to drink,” Courtney said.

“You mean when she fell out the chair trying to sit down?” Felicity asked.

“Yeah, that.”

“Maybe we can prop her up in a corner somewhere, let her sleep it off,” Allison joked.

“You're a mess, Allison. Listen, if you aren't ready to go, we can take a cab,” Courtney said.

“Naw, I feel bad about that. We came together, we're leaving together,” Allison stated.

“No, really. Stay, have fun. We live on opposite sides of the city anyway. Our apartment isn't that far from here. Stay. See you on Monday,” Courtney insisted, kissing both Felicity and Allison on the cheeks.

“You sure?” Felicity asked.

“Positive,” Courtney said. Then she walked over to Gayle, taking her hand. “Let's go, you lush.”

“Bye,” Gayle waved drunkenly at Felicity and Allison as they waved back.