Finding Jaime (5 page)

Fuchsia nods her greetings to them and sits down. “Would you like to watch, or would you like to continue to the next room?”

I look between whatever the fuck is in the middle of the room and the archway. “Fuck me, but I want to know what they’re going to do.”

She laughs again, and now I’m pretty sure I’m just here to entertain them. “Whatever you want.”

I’m waiting for something to happen, but all I can see are feathers, corsets, stockings and some freaky leather outfits that show almost everything. I swear the woman with pink hair wearing red hot-pants and slashed crop tank top is wearing wet-look body paint. Either that or her outfit is so tight she needed to be sewn into it. I look over her figure, and I’m surprised she doesn’t have severe camel toe. However, the color looks amazing on her almond toned skin. The fabric is barely covering her nipples, but it’s the least spandex looking thing I’ve seen since walking into this place.
 

All heads turn to the door we came in through, and I see Madame entering the room, and she’s still not wearing a mask. I lean into Fuchsia to ask, but she gets there first.

“She doesn’t need a mask, Bunny. She doesn’t look like that outside of House.”

“You know what she looks like?”

“Of course,” she chuckles but offers no more information.

I’m about to ask for more when the music lowers, and Madame speaks. “Darlings, our next display will be performed by our own duo, Jasper, and Thor.” The crowd cheers and claps. “Butterfly will bring in the props in a few short moments. Boys, you may begin.”

The men stand in the center of the room, and Thor walks up to the frame they had fitted the straps to. He spreads his legs and lifts his arms so Jasper can secure him to it. I watch with interest at the alien, yet oddly arousing sensation, of watching the man being restrained.

Whoa, sicko, this is not your thing remember? Oh, but it looks good, though, doesn’t it? Shut the fuck up before I leave and get the pink monster out of the drawer instead. Do you want that?
My mind quietens, and I watch closely at everything Jasper’s hands are doing.

The way he’s so gentle with the straps against Thor’s wrists and ankles, making sure they’re not too tight for him, is sweet. I watch how he speaks to Thor—his head nodding—and by his expression, it’s words of comfort and assurance.

I blow out a breath and sit back. A movement from the archway catches my eye, and I focus on the figure coming through.

A woman with long flowing black hair walks in as though floating on air, even though her heels are similar to mine. Her long legs are shapely, and the purple fabric of her skirt—longer than the others here—hides the tops of her thighs. The black fabric hangs below the two gathered sections of purple striped material that continue up over her waist and over her full boobs, hugging them. Her cleavage is perfectly formed above the cups of her dress. My eyes move with her, and I look closely at her face and the elaborate mask, one side the shape of a butterfly wing, adorned with dark purple lace and small feathers. She’s so beautiful, and I can’t take my eyes off of her.

“That’s Butterfly, Madame’s daughter.”

I snap my head to Fuchsia. “Her daughter?” I slowly turn back to the woman who’s handing a box to Jasper. “Does she do this stuff?”

“I’ve never known her to take part, or to be involved afterward, but that’s not for me to find out,” she says, and then her eyes bore into mine, and I lean away. “Nobody has to do anything here. You can be a spectator, a regular at the bar, or just come here to ‘hangout’ with friends. Some do, just to keep their private life behind closed doors with other like-minded individuals.”

“So, it’s basically like a huge party and if people want to go off and hook-up, then they can?”

“Exactly, my dear Bunny. Let’s just call it an exclusive costume party…with optional extras.”

Now it’s my turn to laugh, and I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my outburst.
Way to go, foghorn!
“Well, if you said that in the first place…” I say as I look back to the center of the room, and I stop because Butterfly is staring right at me.

I can’t see her eyes or expression behind her mask but from her mouth curling up I guess she’s noticed my newness. I don’t look away; I can’t, because there’s something about this woman that has me transfixed. Don’t get me wrong; there are a bunch of physically gorgeous men in here, all different, some unobtainable, but not once have I felt the need to give them a second look. Now this woman… I haven’t stared at any other girl like this apart from Joss.

I wonder where she is?
I know she couldn’t go to Lux with us, but…fuck, I don’t know. I don’t know why I dressed like this tonight. I don’t know why I left Lux by myself. And I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing in this club.

Oh, what the hell, just have this one night away from the norm. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show…whatever it is.

So I do. I sit back and watch as Jasper runs his hands down Thor’s ripped back and Thor visibly shudders. His fingers reach the jeans that match his own and he circles around to the front and runs his hands up Thor’s stomach to his chest. Thor rests his head back on Jasper’s shoulder with his eyes closed. They fly open, and Jasper has his nipples pinched between his fingers and thumbs. I’m expecting Thor to cry bloody murder, but he moans—like, sex moans.
 

This is hot!
 

Letting go, he strokes back down his abs, and one hand continues south, and I find I want him to go for his dick. I want to shout ‘grab his cock’, but there’s no need. Jasper cups the front of Thor’s jeans and caresses his bulge.

Jasper steps back and opens the box in Butterfly’s arms and, from what I can tell, I make eye contact with her again. Without thinking, I lick my lips and rub my thighs together. I’m hot and damp between my legs, and I don’t know if it’s what I just saw between the two men or the way this woman is staring at me.
 

What the fuck, Jaime?

Her chest rises and falls which make the tops of her breasts bulge above the corset and I can’t look away. With a quick movement, she closes the box and turns to walk out of the room. I want to follow her, to see why she was looking at me that way, but a hand on my arm draws my attention back to the sight in front of us.

Jasper is holding a black object in his hand. A long ribbed handle with lots of pieces dangling from it. I’ve never seen one before, and I haven’t the first clue what he’s going to do with it.

“That’s a flogger,” Fuchsia says into my ear as the music volume increases again. “The many long, flat pieces of leather are used to gently whip the skin.”

“Fuck, does it hurt?” I see Jasper rotating the object in a figure eight with his wrist.

“No, Bunny. The displays are not for pain, but merely a demonstration. Some like to make their fantasies a performance. Others watch, learn, and then take it elsewhere for their private pleasure.”

I place my hand over my mouth as the movements quicken. “It
looks
like it does.”

Fuchsia removes my hand and holds onto it. “Just watch, Bunny. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

The sounds of snapping can be heard faintly over the music, and Jasper is moving his hand up and down over Thor’s back; his wrist moving rapidly. Fuchsia’s right, Thor doesn’t look in pain, and I would say from what I can see growing in the front of his jeans that he likes it a lot.

“I told you.”

“Yeah, okay, Fuchsia, I get it. He’s not going to break out a full-on whip and gash his skin to bits.”

“Not unless it’s what he likes,” she replies with a smile and my eyes bug. She grins and shakes her head. “We don’t allow that intensity in House. If our members desire that kind of play, where blood can be spilled, then they need to find elsewhere for that.”

“Thank fuck for that,” I sigh, relieved that I’m not going to witness anybody getting brutalized in front of me.

“It’s too risky,” she continues. “Blood can carry disease and infections. We don’t want to have any of that here. Protection is of the highest importance.”

I nod my head in agreement and continue to watch. Thor’s moans grow louder, and Jasper moves around to the front of the frame and starts again on his chest. I prepare myself for what I think is going to happen, and Jasper flicks the flogger over Thor’s denim covered cock.

“No more, Jasper,” he rasps. “Stop.”

Jasper does as Thor asks and reaches for both of his wrists. He leans forward and kisses him on the mouth. Hot, tongue-lashing, French-kissing, and the crowd applaud. I join in, clapping my hands together, and I’m wondering what the hell I’ve been missing.

“That was hot,” I say to Fuchsia, and she just grins at me. “What?”

“See? No reason to be scared.”

“Well, okay, but in my defense, I’ve never seen anything like this before.” Jasper releases Thor from his restraints, and I watch until they run off through the archway as soon as he’s done. “Where are they going?”

“I assume to finish what they started.” Fuchsia licks her lips and chuckles under her breath.

“Seriously? They’re going to fuck—right now?”

“You saw the effect it had on him?” I nod. “Well, then, why are you surprised?”

I can’t believe how I’m not more shocked at that, but I know I need a minute or two to get my act together. And some fresh underwear.
 

“I need a drink.”

“That, you don’t need permission for.” Fuchsia stands and leads me through the silver beaded archway and into another room.

This one is brighter with different colored lights shining in various directions. People are dancing in the center of the room and a bar, with six staff members, stretches along the length of the wall on the right. The lights underneath the counter are bright white and cast a glow down to the floor, illuminating the red-topped bar stools.

“I have to leave you here, I’m afraid, but drinks are free for you tonight.” She waves over a blond, shirtless male, with leather pants, a bowtie and a mahogany mask with white swirls around the edges. “The bartender will ensure you get what you want, but he
will
refuse if you become too intoxicated.”

“Hey, I’ve had a mother of a hangover this week already, I’m not about to get another.”

“Well, then, I’ll check in with you soon.” Fuchsia walks away, and the guy stops in front of me.
 

“Just soda, thanks.”

“That’s not usually what people order for their first drink in here,” a sultry voice says behind me and my pussy clenches up at the sound.

I slowly turn to look over my shoulder, and my mouth pops open when Butterfly is standing there with her arms folded under her chest. I look down and catch myself gawking at her round assets.

“I’ve already been drinking,” I reply with a dry throat. “I’m better sticking to soda. If I have anything else I might embarrass myself,” I laugh.

“How?” She cocks her head to the side, and her ebony tresses slide over her shoulder.

“Fuchsia has told me the rules here,” I explain. “I don’t want to get wasted and break them now, do I?” I lift my glass as soon as the bartender puts it down, and I raise it. “Here’s to behaving.”

I raise my eyes to hers, but I can’t see them in the darkened room even though the lights are darting about all over the place. I attempt to focus on them, and I see a thin layer of lace across the eye sockets on her mask, completely obscuring them.

“Why are you here if you’re going to behave?” she asks with a crooked smile.

Is she for real?
“Because Fuchsia said I don’t have to do anything, and I don’t want to,” I snap, and she puts her delicate hand with purple nails over her mouth. “What? Why am I so funny tonight?”

Chapter 5

“Come with me,” Butterfly says and holds out her other hand. “I promise I won’t bite.” I almost choke on my soda when she finishes with, “unless you ask me to.”

Visions of her sinking her teeth into me flash through my mind and my nipples fucking scrape the inside of my dress like daggers. “I…don’t think…” I can’t get my words out, and I feel like an idiot in front of this gorgeous woman who I’ve never met in my entire life, and she’s doing things to me without even touching me.

She beckons for my hand with her fingers, and I slip mine into hers. Her palm is warm, and her fingers are gentle when they wrap around mine.

“Let’s find a seat so we can discuss your membership. My mother likes you, Bunny, she thinks you’ll make an excellent addition to the club.”

“About that,” I begin, but she keeps walking, leading me away from the bar. “This is my only night.”

Butterfly spins around and steps so close to me I can feel the heat from her skin. “We’ll see.”

Why are they so damn sure I’m going to sign up?
I watch her hips swaying in front of me and once again I’m fixated.
She’s a woman, she’s a woman.
I tell myself that over and over, but it doesn’t lessen my confusion.
It must be the outfit. Yeah, I see how good it looks on her, and I want it too—that must be it.

No matter what I tell myself, I can’t make the heat between my legs cool down, and it’s only getting worse the longer she holds my hand.