Seduction (12 page)

Terra got out of the taxi, looked at the building, and was unimpressed by the warehouselike structure whose only discerning feature was a black metal door. From the description of the club that Lexi had painted, she expected to see a renovated facade like most of the other buildings in the area. “This is it?” she said, turning up her lip.

“I know it doesn't look like much on the outside, but just wait until we get upstairs, and you'll see what I'm talking about,” Lexi said, leading the way to the front door.

Lexi pressed the tiny bell to the right and a man with a menacing-looking face slid open a small window and asked for their passwords before opening the Black Door. He then took them up in the freight elevator to meet the “greeter.”

Gee did exactly what Lexi had said, only Terra didn't let him massage her clit, even though deep down inside she really wanted him to; but that was a little too personal for her. She hadn't had sex since Mason and though it had been only a week, she was horny as hell. Professor Langston had unleashed a desire in her that she never knew existed, and after he left, she had put her libido on ice and concentrated on graduating. Mason had thawed her sexual drive, and now it was in overdrive.

After their warm welcome, Lexi and Terra checked their coats and went into the Disco where Gloria Gaynor was belting out “I Will Survive” over the loudspeakers as strobe lights flashed on the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. They wormed their way to the middle of the crowd and as the song blended into The Weather Girls' “It's Raining Men,” two servers began dancing along with them.

Terra's dance partner pulled her close and quickly turned her around so that her butt was directly in front of his cock. He held her by the waist while grinding into her ass. She could feel his dick harden with every beat of the music and grooved in time to his movements.

“You're making me so hard that I want to fuck you right here on the dance floor,” he said, reaching underneath her skirt and rubbing his hands between her thighs.

Terra was horny, but she wasn't that horny. She wanted to get laid, but not with a random stud in the middle of a crowd. “No thanks,” she said, wiggling out of his embrace and dancing away.

Lexi noticed Terra leaving, and asked over the music, “Where're you going?”

“To check out the rest of the club,” she said, making her way to the exit.

“Hold on. I'm coming with you,” Lexi said, also dancing away from her partner.

The hallway outside of the Disco was painted midnight blue, and was lit by dim, overhead pin lights. Terra could barely see where she was walking, so she followed Lexi, who knew the lay of the land. As they continued down the darkened corridor, Terra could smell the enticing aroma of chocolate, and she inhaled to get a better whiff.

“Hmm, what smells so good? Is there a bakery here?” she asked Lexi.

“No, that would be the Chocolate Chamber. Come on; let's see what's cooking.”

Terra couldn't believe her eyes. Inside were two women, standing in the middle of the floor buck naked, getting their bodies painted with melted chocolate by two servers. A third woman was lying on a chaise lounge with her legs spread-eagle, and a server was licking chocolate off of her clit. “This sure isn't Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory,” she mused.

“No, it's better,” Lexi said, walking over to a server who was standing behind a glass display case full of assorted chocolates. “I'm in the mood for white chocolate,” she said, pointing to a block of white confection.

“You're not going to have your body painted are you?” Terra whispered in her ear, so the server wouldn't hear.

“Why not? I hate to admit it, but I haven't been laid in months, and my clit needs a little stimulation. I'm tired of turning myself on with my vibrator. Now that I'm here, I want him”—she pointed to a server with rippling muscles underneath alabaster skin and a long ponytail—“to play with Ms. Kitty.”

Terra loved her friend dearly, but couldn't imagine watching Lexi get fucked by a Fabio look-alike. “Okay, girl, get your freak on. I'm leaving.”

“You're going home already? We just got here.”

“No, I'm not going home just yet. I think I'll stop by Hotel Gansevoort for a nightcap. I need a drink to help me process everything I've seen tonight.” Terra wasn't a prude by any means. She just wasn't ready for communal sex. A one-night stand she could deal with, but making love in front of strangers was a little too freaky for her tastes.

“Okay, I'll talk to you later,” Lexi said, turning back to the server, who was heating her chocolate selection over a double boiler.

Terra made her way back to the lobby, got her coat, and went down in the freight elevator. Once she exited the building, she took the mask off and tucked it in her purse. As she walked the short block over to Hotel Gansevoort, she was totally unaware that she was being followed.

SAGE WAS
having one of those days from hell. His secretary had called in sick (which was rare) and the temp that the agency sent over was beyond incompetent. She didn't know how to make a decent pot of coffee, so he sent her across the street to Starbucks for a double espresso with low-fat milk, but she came back with a cappuccino with heavy cream instead. And every time she tried to transfer a call to his office, she'd disconnect the caller, and if that wasn't bad enough, she must have been dyslexic because she kept transposing telephone numbers on his messages, so he couldn't even return calls. He was accustomed to Pearl, who'd been with the company since he was a little boy. Having been his father's longtime secretary she was the epitome of efficiency. Pearl arrived at the office before he did, and had his daily itinerary typed and on his desk when he got there. The temp didn't have a clue how to pull up his schedule on the computer, so he had to do her work as well as his, and was getting more frustrated as the day went on. Sage thought about calling the agency to get a replacement, but he didn't want to chance getting another nincompoop. He made a note for Pearl to change agencies, because clearly this one didn't screen their applicants properly.

“Uh, excuse me, but there's a Ms. Walker on the phone,” the temp said, peeking her head through his office door.

“Put her through. On second thought, I'll answer the call at your desk instead,” he said, remembering that the girl couldn't transfer calls.

Sage walked out to the secretary's desk, picked up the phone, and said in his most professional voice, “Sage Hirschfield speaking.”

“My, my, don't you sound like the Big Kahuna,” Missy teased.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Walker, how may I help you?” he asked, ignoring her comment, knowing the temp was standing right over his shoulder and listening to every word he was saying.

“You can help yourself to some good loving,” she said suggestively.

“Actually, I was thinking along those same lines. How's six o'clock?”

“Six is perfect. Bring both of your appetites because I'm cooking dinner, and after you eat, you're going to fuck my brains out. See you later, lover,” she said, and hung up.

It was four-thirty, and Sage decided not to prolong the agony any longer. “There's no need for you to stay until six. You can leave now,” he said to the temp.

“Leave now? But my agency said this assignment wasn't over until six o'clock. If I leave now, I won't get no overtime on my check, and I need the overtime,” she said, looking like she was on the verge of tears.

“Don't worry, you'll get paid for a full day. Put your out time as seven o'clock and I'll sign your timesheet,” Sage said. He was willing to do just about anything to get this girl out of his office.

“Oh, wow! Thanks, Mr. Hirschfield,” she said, smiling from ear to ear.

Once she was gone, Sage went into his private bathroom to freshen up, and then headed out the door and over to Missy's apartment.

“Come here, Girl,” Sage said, pulling Missy close to him the moment she opened the door and led him inside.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hope you're hungry.”

“I'm always hungry for you,” he said, sticking his tongue down her throat.

As he was kissing and grinding on Missy, his mind traveled back to his encounter with his architect. Sage was perpetually horny and loved sex almost as much as he loved running his family's company. Being at the helm of Hirschfield Publishing afforded him perks that very few were privy to, and he relished every second of being in such an elite group. He knew that if he wasn't CEO of a major corporation, he would have never been allowed inside of Roy Snyderman's private world. Sage wasn't shocked that Roy was a switch-hitter, because he had a distinctive air of class and sophistication, which bordered on homosexuality. Sage thought about calling Roy for some more dick sucking, but he'd broken one of his cardinal rules by mixing business with pleasure, and decided not to deal with Roy personally again until after the studio was complete.

She kissed him back. “Sounds like you want your dessert before dinner.”

“I want it now and later,” Sage said, running his hands underneath her blouse and rubbing her back.

“Well in that case, let me put the pots on simmer, while we get things heated up in the bedroom,” she said, easing out of his embrace and walking into the kitchen. After she turned the fire down on the stove, she walked back over to him, took his hand, and led him into her lair.

Missy wore only an oversized, sheer silk blouse and a bright red thong. Sage could feel his dick rising as he watched her ass sashay underneath the delicate fabric, and he couldn't wait to release his throbbing cock and fuck her good. He began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as they walked down the short hallway, and by the time they reached her bedroom, he had his dick out and was masturbating.

“Come here and let me do that,” Missy said, sitting at the foot of the bed.

Sage walked over and waved his semi-erect dick across her face; he then eased the head into her waiting mouth. “I want you to suck me slow and hard, until you taste my cum, and then I want you to start sucking faster and faster and don't stop until I shoot my hot load down your throat,” he told her.

Missy couldn't say a word since her tongue was preoccupied, so she just nodded her head and did as instructed.

Sage put his foot on the edge of the bed so that he could feed his dick deeper down her throat. Missy was now sucking his cock fast and furious and the sensation was driving him wild with ecstasy. “That's right, suck that dick, Bitch,” he said, grabbing her hair to balance himself as she bobbed up and down on his long rod. Sage felt his semen rising to the top. “Get ready to swallow, Whore, 'cause I'm cumming!” he screamed, holding her hair even tighter. He climaxed with such force that he collapsed onto the bed after he released a mouthful of creamy cum.

“How was dessert?” Missy asked, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her blouse.

“Hot and sexy, just like I like it,” he said, lying on his back with his hands behind his head.

Missy stood up, took off her blouse, and slipped out of her thong. “How about a little reciprocation?” she asked.

Sage turned onto his side, lifted himself by his elbow, and looked at her crotch. “I thought you were going to get that thing taken care of.”

“I plan to. I just need to save a little more money, and then poof, it'll be gone,” she said, grabbing her small, flaccid penis.

“Sorry, Babe, you know I don't suck dick, but after the operation, and you have a clit, we can sixty-nine as much as you like,” he said, turning over to his stomach and closing his eyes for a catnap.

Missy was born Rico Sanns in Champaign, Illinois, a college town south of Chicago. And though she always felt like a girl inside, she lived her life as a boy until her early twenties. It wasn't until Missy—Rico at the time—graduated college with a degree in dance, and moved to New York, that her life started to change.

Rico met a generous benefactor at a gay club one evening, and he sucked and fucked the old dude so good that the man fell in love and moved Rico into his three-storied town house. The lonely old man was so glad to finally have a full-time lover that he lavished Rico with extravagant gifts and trips abroad; there wasn't anything too good for his boy toy. When Rico expressed his desire to be a woman, his sponsor eagerly agreed to fund the transformation, with the promise that Rico would never leave him for another man. The first step in the long, arduous process was taking female hormones, and after two years his voice was considerably higher, his hair was longer, and his dick was smaller. Next came the saline implants, which gave him a perfect set of 38Ds. With the top half of his body complete, Rico changed his name to Missy, began dressing as a woman full-time, and auditioning for various chorus lines on Broadway. He would tuck his unwanted penis between his legs and wear tight thongs to keep it hidden, and unless he removed the underwear, he looked just like any other woman. But before the final operation to remove his penis and construct a vagina could be performed, his benefactor/lover died of a massive stroke, leaving Missy only half a woman.

From working at Scores and entertaining bi-curious men like Sage—who didn't care that she had a dick, because they preferred to fuck up the ass—she had saved half of the money. Missy thought that it would take her another year to scrape up the rest of the funds for the operation, but fate handed her an unexpected gift. Now it was only a matter of organizing the incriminating evidence that she kept under lock and key, and putting it in the right hands. Missy knew that one day she'd be able to convert the videos and photographs into cash, and fortunately for her, that day was finally here.