Capri's Fate (2 page)

"If you are into the more sensuous." She picked up a glass dildo. "This little baby is called A Woman's Delight. The latest in the glass line. Its ridges and g-spot teasers are designed to heat up your playtime. I know what you're thinking, but it's completely non-porous, so it stays germ-free."

"No. No." I waved my hand at it. "I'm more worried it'll break. I mean
, it's glass. And…uh…where it's supposed to go…I mean…um…"
Puul-lease beam me out of here, Scotty.

She patted my shoulder. "They're built really strong, dearie."

"Oh, good." My smile was a pathetic little one, but it was the best I could do.

Patsy raised
an eyebrow at Tee, who shrugged.

"Well, let's try lingerie. I have this gorgeous red bustier, with…" Patsy poked her fingers through the bra part. "With the playfulness of being a peek-a-boo."

Something—someone?—nudged my arm. Of its own accord, my hand reached out and my fingers grabbed the bustier out of Patsy's grip. I had always wanted one of these. To me, it symbolized a sexual tigress. A woman who can strut into a room and capture every man's attention. Of course not me. Not in a hundred years.

"I have this regal blue one." Pasty held it out. "It matches your eyes."

I didn't hand the red one back to her. I couldn't. Red's my favorite color.

She shrugged and moved on. I followed clutching the bustier as if I'd just won the Best Actress Oscar. By the time Kat and I left 'Patsy's Party', I had a bustier and a glass dildo
. Three display areas later, I owned a bottle of lubricant—'A water based warming gel that gently heats on contact to improve mind-blowing sexual satisfaction.'
Who writes the blurbs for these things?

My fingers
hovered over a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs, having noticed cuffs like these around Valentine's Day and thought they'd be a giggle to own. But could I? I'd never be able to trust a man enough to let him cuff me to…well to anything. Still, I wanted them. Really wanted them. And I kind of would like to find the man who could do the cuffing. Someone mysterious, adventurous and have incredible eyes. Hmph, I'm at a sex toy convention and I'm thinking about eyes. I gave myself a little shake and turned away.

Noting that my inhibitions had taken
a vacation, I followed Tee to the next display area, side by side with Kat. The neon pink sign above the display read 'Adam and Eve'. Adam's other job was probably male stripper or porn star. It had to be. Real men just don't look like that. You know that tingle that starts in your crotch when male heat walks into the room—well—hello Adam!

He started to talk about a five-function clit massager. My knees went weak and my jaw dropped open. By the time he got to powerful, easy to use and comes
with multiple adjustments, perspiration trickled down my back and my panties were wet. Did he stop there?

Nope! On to the latest and the greatest in spanking toys.

He stroked my behind with a long, black stick. "Do you like to be tamed? This is a stiffening crop." He gave my backside a slight slap.

I almost ripped his shirt off.

"You can turn it on low and be teased by your partner. Or turn to four…"

"And what?" Kat's voice was breathless.

He brushed my cheek with the crop. "It's best to save number four for a very naughty partner."

Yes, I bought it. As we
left the display stall, my fingernails dug into the flesh of my palms from the vice-like grip I had on my purchases. "I need a drink."

Tee
checked her watch as she led the way. "We'll go back to the VIP area. There'll be a demonstration on the main stage in about ten minutes."

I kept pulling Kat out of displays as we walked back. I think she
wanted to purchase one of everything in the building.

"Very good choices, so far," the deep male voice breathed in my ear. "But you still need one more item—something erotic."

Something erotic? I've got a glass dildo, warming lubricant, a red bustier and a riding crop. That's not erotic enough?

"No."

Can you hear my thoughts?

"Yes."

Trying not to think anything—or pee my pants—I reached for Kat's elbow, but my hand moved and I grabbed an object in the display beside me. The label proudly read The Nipple Tickler. Vibrating nipple clamps?

Tee stepped next to me. "I have a pair of those. I just love them."

I stared at my hand. Every time I tried to open my fingers to release the package, the muscles and nerves ignored my command.

Erotic enough for you? Voice. Person. Thing?

A hot breath passed over my ear. "Delightfully erotic."

I've got sex toys in my hands and a horny voice in my head. Oh, happy day.

"Kat." I tapped her arm. "I heard that voi—"

She
looked at the package in my hand. "Ooh, those'd go so well with the peek-a-boo bustier you bought."

Swallowing down my moment of courage and conceding to my new purchase, I paid for the clamps then turned to Tee. "This is it. This is the last purchase. Take me to the champagne."

Champagne!
That's what was causing the voice in my head. I breathed, a cliché-ridden, big sigh of relief. I didn't need to confess I was hearing voices. With a calmer state of mind, I followed Kat and Tee back to our seats in the VIP area. As I raised my glass, I paused to wonder what'd been put into the effervescent elixir. It was so not like me to hear voices or to purchase—you know—sex toys. Those are for other people. But here I am with a bustier, nipple clamps and a dildo. And it's only 8:30!

~ * * ~

The laser lights flashed around the room as the level of music increased to the
having to shout
range as the Erotic Notions Sexy Lingerie Fashion Show began. The first model was a long legged, thin, big bosomed, blonde, wearing a black bustier with red trim and eight inch, rhinestone covered stilettos. She strutted to the edge of the runway, did the mandatory turn then shook that tiny booty all the way to the back of the stage.

By the fifteenth version of tall and skinny, my patience with beautiful young women had disappeared and my cattiness raised its refined head. I leaned close to Kat's ear. "One more
skinny blonde and I'm going to sit on her and stuff donuts down her throat until she puts on a pound!"

She nodded and popped another chocolate into her mouth.

"Check out the Rooms of Desire. You can even join in."

I didn't even bother looking
around; I knew the speaker wasn't there. But strangely, I wasn't bothered by his voice anymore.

Kat stood and suggested to Tee that we move on.

We left our packages in a secure location and followed Tee out of the main convention center hall and up the stairs to the smaller conference rooms. Groups of people milled about. All were clothed, none had whips. I felt safe.

"I think we will start at the far end." Tee pointed. "Most people start here. We'll go where it's quieter."

Quieter was not what it was. She led us into the darkened room. The screams of a woman made my feet freeze to the floor. Kat pushed past me, but I remained in the doorway until someone shoved me aside and shut the door. As my eyes adjusted to the muted light, my butt found the safety of the back wall. I pressed up against it only inches from the door.

In front of me were rows of chairs filled with people whose attention was focused on the area where the screams originated. I hadn't managed to get the courage to look. What my eyes refused to see, my ears had no choice but to hear.

The screaming would stop and a knee-melting, male voice would ask, "More?"

A breathless female voice would answer, "Yes
, Master!" and the scream would begin again.

"Look up." It was
his
voice. "Experience with your eyes what you enjoy with your ears."

Enjoying? My head snapped so I could debate that issue, but my focus was distracted by the scene in front of me. A woman stood tied spread-eagled to a free-standing frame. She was naked except for a blindfold and shiny with sweat. The male, dressed in black leather pants and a sleeveless vest, placed the end of gleaming metal rod on her belly. There was a loud crack of an electric shock and a scream erupted from her throat. He placed the rod next to her nipple. "More?"

"Yes, Master!"

Crack.

Scream.

"More?"

I am so out of here!

The door wouldn't budge. I pushed again. Still it resisted. I shook it. Let me out of here.

P-U-L-L. Four letters on a sign, which spelled freedom. I pulled the door and stepped outside. Trembling and a tad nauseous, I sat on a bench. Three deep breaths later, I felt my heartbeat slow and my blood pressure drop out of imminent stroke level.

"Too much?"

Yes. He was hurting her.

"But she loves pain. You do not?"

No. I cry if I stub my toe.

"Let us move to another room."

Don't know why, but I looked around to see where the voice came from.
What about Tee and Kat?

"They will find you."

May I ask something?

"Yes."

Who are you? And where the hell are you?

"When the time is right, I will answer."

Great, just what I needed right now. The voice in my head goes all Zen on me.

The door to the next conference room opened
…by itself. With great hesitancy, I walked inside. A lot of moaning and slurping confronted me when I looked toward the stage area and saw seven…no, make that eight naked people engaged in a mass sex event.

I think the starting point was the girl on her hands and knees, with the male doing her from behind and her giving a blowjob to the male in front of her. Underneath her, sucking on one breast, was a female who was being eaten out by another female, and on the other breast was a female who was being fucked by a female with a strap on. That one was busy giving a blowjob to the male who was fondling whatever body part on whomever he could get his hands on.

As I watched, another male walked up on stage rapidly working his penis erect. He slid a condom over his cock, pulled up the hips of the prone female who was licking the other female's clit, who was sucking the other female's breast, who was…I think I'm getting a headache.

He thrust himself into her, increasing the number to nine. A female stripped as she walked around the group trying to figure out where or how to join in. I stepped out of the room.

"Still not right?"

My heart pounded in my chest.
Ten people? No. I...uh...

"Try the door on the left. Much tamer. Maybe more your style."

Okay, that was just embarrassing. My style is tame. Tame means boring, which makes me boring. But, come on…ten people?

I pushed open the door and as I entered, the male grunted out his orgasm and lowered himself onto the bed next to the woman he'd been enjoying.

It was a bedroom scene, softly lit, quiet music in the background and two - count them - two people finishing what appeared to be a romantic night of love.

I checked my watch. Time to go home. I have a conference call in the morning, meetings most of the afternoon and I can't miss yoga class. I went in search of Tee and Kat. I found Tee teaching a couple of women the joys of using a strap-on dildo. She finished tightening the buckle then positioned herself between the legs of a very willing female.

"Best to use lots of lube. Yes, we know she's wet, but drenched is better. More enjoyable for both." Tee picked up a bottle and poured the lube onto her false penis, spread it about and then did the same to the awaiting genitals. "I like to grab my partner here and pull up and then thrust. In and out. See. Oh, hi Capri. Want to join us?"

Fuck no
. "Looks great, but I was looking for Kat. Time to go, you know. Busy day at work tomorrow."

Without missing a stroke, Tee said, "Across the hall."

Remember the group of ten; well it was now three and Kat was the center of attention. She was on her back, hips propped up with a pillow while some guy was banging her as she gave some intense attention to another female's clit. A newly arrived, naked and fully erect male positioned himself behind the other male and began to prep the male's anus for some up-close and personal attention.

"Join in."

Never.

"No one here will judge you."

I can't.

"Just stand next to Kat and rub her clit. I'll help you."

My feet moved across the floor. I swear it wasn't me that made me walk over to the group. My hand reached out and I touched her. She flinched. I picked up the nearby bottle of lube and squirted her clit. The excess slid down her lips and around the swollen cock thrusting into her. His eyes were closed; way too busy enjoying what he was doing and what was being done to him from behind. I touched her again. Her pink flesh was hot. I ran my fingers up and down between her lips, trying to avoid interfering with the man's rhythm.