Betrayal (9 page)

He turned back to the
M
’s, read the list, and then looked up at her. “I have a Michele McGee, and a Michele Roland, but no Michele Richards.” He gave her an “I know you’re lying” look, and then said, “Sorry, miss, but I’m going to have to ask you to step aside, since your first
or
last name isn’t on the list. This reception is for VIPs only.”

Michele thought about belaboring the point, but she knew that she didn’t have a leg to stand on. Besides, she could hear people behind her whispering, and assumed that they were talking about her. She gave the guard a sympathetic look, hoping that he would show a little mercy, but he just turned his nose up, and began addressing the next couple in line.

Michele knew there was no hope in crashing this reception, so she slunk away in embarrassment, before the scene escalated. Her plan had been shot down midair, and she had no other recourse but to leave. She quickly dashed toward the exit, before the tears that were welling up in her eyes fell. Her heel caught in the hem of her dress, causing her to stumble forward. Her shoe tore a hole in the dress and a few of the tiny bugle beads sprang loose onto the carpeting as she made her escape.

Acceptance was within her grasp, but it kept eluding her, like a cruel joke.
This is the last time that I’m ass out!
she fumed as she rode back down to the parking garage.

THE BLACK
Door was New York’s destination of choice for women of means who wanted to spice up their sex lives. Trey had taken the oldest profession in the world and given it an extreme makeover. He designed the club with a multitude of themed chambers on the second level, while the first floor was demure with only two cozy parlors. One room was for the older matrons who merely wanted to sip port or sherry while enjoying the company of a handsome young man. The other parlor had an ornate champagne fountain in the center of the room, but instead of spewing gallons of bubbly, it spewed ice-cold Belvedere. The straight vodka served as liquid courage for those who needed a little encouragement to go behind the velvet drape and venture upstairs into the blue light district, where the serious players played.

The second level was decadence personified, with chambers to satisfy the kinkiest of appetites. There was the Voyeurism Room with a one-way mirror where members could fuck while on display. The 8mm Room played retro porno flicks for those who needed visual stimulation to jump-start the evening. In the Leopard Lounge, members could enjoy cocktails while being eaten out by a server in one of
the private booths in the back. The Tantalizing Toy Room offered heat-sensitive gels, edible panties, fur-lined handcuffs, butt plugs, and vibrators to enhance enjoyment. And those were just a few of the chambers inside the Black Door.

Trey strolled through the club in all black with his black leather and onyx mask secured around the top portion of his face. He was on his way to the Leopard Lounge to meet Lexi. In their last encounter at the lounge, she had teased him with a mouthful of dirty talk, enticing him to want more. He hadn’t fucked her that night because he was trying to be faithful to Michele. But he had to admit that Lexi had piqued his interest, so when she called him to say that she was once again downstairs, he abandoned the paperwork on his desk and made a beeline to the lounge to find out more about her.

Trey still had a case of blue balls from Michele’s unexpected departure the other day, and masturbation wasn’t doing the job. Even a blind man could see that their relationship had lost its sizzle. There was a time when Michele couldn’t get enough of him; now all she seemed to care about was being seen at some hoity-toity affair. Obviously, they wanted different things out of life, and at the moment he wanted sex—whether it was with his so-called girlfriend or not.

When he saw Lexington at the grand opening of the Hirschfield Multimedia Studios, he promised himself that he wouldn’t get involved with her, since she was a client, and dismissed her overt advances. The last member he’d fucked around with turned out to be his father’s fiancée, which left him more than a little gun-shy. But a year had passed since then, and he was no longer squeamish. Besides, he knew Lexington’s identity, unlike Ariel’s when he first met her at the club, wearing her friend’s mask. Lexi was no mystery woman, and wasn’t involved with anyone he knew.

The lighting inside the Leopard Lounge was so dim that Trey could barely see. He squinted his eyes, trying to decipher the various masks worn by the women sitting at the bar. He was looking for Lexi’s mask, which was pink with silver rhinestones around the eyes. He walked the length of the bar, but she wasn’t there. Then he made his way to the rear of the lounge, where the private booths were located. It
was even darker in the back and all he could make out were silhouettes of maneuvering bodies. Though it was hard to see, the sound effects were loud and clear. Moans and groans of pleasure tickled his ears and the scent of sex hung in the air like honeysuckle in the spring.

“Psst … I’m over here.”

Trey walked toward the sound of the voice. As he got closer, he could see silver rhinestones glimmering slightly from the small votive candle that sat in the middle of the table. “Lexi, is that you?”

“In the flesh.”

And that’s exactly what he came for. He wanted to taste that little piece of flesh between her thighs before he plowed her with his rod. “Hey you.” He slid into the booth and brushed the side of her cheek with a kiss. Before he could say another word, Lexi turned her lips to meet his and began kissing him passionately on the mouth. Her lips were so soft, and each sensuous kiss made his dick grow, until he had a rock-hard erection. He had at least planned on having a brief conversation before delving right into sex, but she had other plans, which suited him just fine.

Lexi scooted her body closer to his, and began running her hands underneath his T-shirt and up and down his torso, feeling his ripped abs. She then began fidgeting with his belt, trying to unbuckle it.

Trey put his hand on top of hers. “Wait; let me taste you first,” he whispered in her ear. Though he was horny as hell, he wanted an appetizer. Eating a woman out, and hearing her moan with pleasure turned him on.

“Really? Those are the magic words that every woman wants to hear.” She leaned in even closer and whispered back, “Go right ahead.”

He began softly kneading the interior of her thigh with his large hand, and slowly worked his way up her leg, until his fingers were touching the silk fabric of her thong. He started rubbing his thumb against the soft material of the panty, until he felt the lips of her pussy spread apart. “Once I eat you out, I’m going to introduce you to my big dick.” He took her hand and placed it on his cock. “Feel how long and hard it is.”

Lexi gasped at its girth. “Mmm, is all that for me?”

“Um-hum, and I’m going to feed it to you inch-by-inch until you scream for me to stop.”

“And what makes you think I’m going to want you to stop? If the dick is as good as it feels, I’m going to want it all night. Can you keep it hard for hours?” she asked in a challenging tone.

“As long as the pussy’s wet, the dick’ll be hard. Now shut up and lay back, because I’m tired of talking.”

Lexi eased back on the leopard-print cushion, hiked up her skirt, and slid off her thong. She’d waited for this moment since the first day she’d laid eyes on him over twelve months ago, and she could hardly believe that Trey was between her legs getting ready to sample her goodies.

He took a deep breath and inhaled her essence. Every woman had their very own smell, and he loved the variation of the scents. He flicked his tongue out and teased the tip of her clit and kept licking until the tiny piece of pink flesh swelled to nearly double its size.

“Oh yeah, daddy, that’s it. That’s it! That’s-s-s i-i-i-t-t!” she sang.

Trey continued sucking, nibbling, and licking, until Lexi was near orgasm, and then he stopped, pulled out his cock and entered her with ease. She was so wet that his dick slid into place as if it were driving into its very own personalized garage. He started humping and pumping until they were both sweaty and on the verge of cumming.

“Damn, baby, your pussy feels so good! It’s so tight,” he exclaimed.

“And—and—” she tried to talk, but was short of breath, “your dick is super—fucking—fantastic,” she panted. He was humping her so hard that she wrapped her arms around him, dug her fingers into his back, and held on for the ride of her life.

Trey pumped and she pumped back just as hard, and before long they were both singing the same song, “I’M CUMMING!!!”

After they each achieved climax, Trey pulled up his pants, and Lexi pulled down her skirt. Once they recovered from the hedonistic encounter, they slumped back on the booth, glistening with sweat, and took a deep breath of satisfaction.

“Now that was some good dick!” she said, resting her hand on his thigh.

“And that was some damn good pussy. As much as I enjoyed your company,” he removed her hand, and stood up, “I need to get back to work, but call me the next time you’re in the club, and maybe we can hook up for round three.”

“Don’t worry. Now that I know what you’re working with,” she patted his package, “I’ll be sure to ring your phone real soon.”

Trey straightened his clothes, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and made his way back to the office. Once inside, he noticed that the message light on his phone was blinking. He walked over to the desk, picked up the receiver, and dialed the voice mail code.

“Hey, baby. I just called to say how sorry I am for walking out on you. Can you please forgive me?”

Trey grunted at her message, as if he didn’t believe her apology.
I bet if she had an opportunity to go to another party, she’d leave me hanging again
. He erased her message, and didn’t bother calling her back. Trey should have felt remorseful for fucking around on Michele, but he didn’t. There was no telling who she had met at that black-tie affair. For all he knew she was giving up her goodies to some powerful politician. Their relationship seemed to be falling apart at the seams, and neither was committed enough to hold it together. Trey knew that if he really loved Michele he would have never fucked Lexi. And if Michele really cared for him, she would have never left him high and dry. If it wasn’t for their secret pact, Trey would have called off this farce of a relationship long ago. But if he had any chance of salvaging the relationship with his father, he’d have to go along with the flow until the timing was right.

Trey didn’t know if his father would have total recall of his affair with Ariel, or if his dad would only remember bits and pieces. In either event, Trey wanted the chance to explain why he slept with his father’s woman. He didn’t want the story coming from a third party—Michele. He and Ariel had not meant to hurt anyone. Explaining that fact was going to be a hard sell no matter what his dad remembered. Trey thought about confessing now, but now was not the right
time. Preston was happy in his marriage, and had no clue that Ariel had cheated on him. If Trey went to his dad now, it would only make matters worse. Preston would be confused. Yes, it was better to wait until his memory returned, at least then he’d have a point of reference—not a good point, but a point nonetheless. Trey was burdened with a basketful of ifs. One if seemed contingent upon another, and another, and Trey longed for the day when he could empty the basket once and for all.

“OH BABY
, you feel so good,” Preston moaned in Ariel’s ear, as he eased his erect member inside of her. The last time they attempted sex, he wimpered out, claiming that the champagne from Angelica’s birthday party had his head spinning, when in actuality something in his subconscious caused him to stop. But this morning was a different story. He had woken up with a massive hard-on, and attacked his wife while she was still asleep. His subconscious was clear, with no thoughts of his wife cheating on him. Now all he wanted was some heated lovemaking, something that they hadn’t shared in a long time. During his prenomination, all he could think about was sitting on the Supreme Court. Now that that was a reality, he wanted to resurrect their love life.