The Betrayal - Sex Stories for Women (Adult Short Stories for Women) (4 page)

I could feel the music vibrating
through me. It was almost as if it was a part of me. Every beat of the bass
thumped through every fiber in my body. I cocked my head back. The air was cool
and there was a light breeze as we exited the club. I could still feel the
music pulsating through me as I balanced myself on my heels, strutting away
from the gothic megaplex. We had latched back onto Blake, but this time it was
with
an intensity
. I could see Hallie feeling it too,
the pills had kicked in, and they were strong. The combination of the booze and
the pill was invigorating. All of my senses had come to life. I could see,
feel, and hear things viscerally.

“Did you guys have fun in there?” Blake asked.

“Oh my God, yes,” Hallie said. She swigged water from a
bottle and passed it over to Blake then to me. I could see her grinding her
teeth while running her fingers through her hair. I could see the pleasure
lighting up in her eyes as she stroked her hand through her hair.

“So where are we going?” I asked. Blake said he wanted to
take the party elsewhere. We were having such a good time, but we didn’t care.
I looked at Blake as I grasped his arm tighter in mine, our elbows locking. He
was gorgeous. The wind shifted through his hair as it bounced up and down
suspended over his chiseled face.

“To a wicked party,” he said.

Wicked?

If he’s calling it wicked, it must be good. “Where is it?” I
asked.

“Not too far from here,” he said.

“These heels are killing me,” Hallie said. So were mine.

“Oh, we’re not walking,”
Blake
said.

“Great, let’s catch a cab,” I said. My vision as starting to
blur and time felt like it was moving fast then slow, and then back to fast
again. I was literally tripping from the pill.
 

“No need for that,” Blake cooed, with another
shit-eating
grin on his face.

“What do you…
”
Before I could even finish
asking that question, a dark matt black Rolls Royce Ghost pulled up. The driver
jumped out of the car right in front of us, walked over to the back door, and
pulled it open.

“Thanks, Charles,” Blake said.

“You’re welcome,” said the gray-haired man, dressed in a
fine dark driving suit. He had an English accent.

Charles?
Who the hell
is this guy?

I looked at Hallie’s face, which lit up. I guess we were in
for some night, more so than we could have ever even imagined.
A Rolls Royce?
Who has
a Rolls Royce with a driver in New York City?
Even though there were so
many questions, we jumped in the car without hesitation.

“Fancy, fancy,” said Hallie as we glided into the luxurious ride.
The interior was decadent. I could feel the quality of the leather beneath me.
The black-colored stitching was impeccable. I was noticing all sorts of things.
I ran my hands along the seats to feel the leather, and the feeling was
incredible. I was really starting to feel that pill.

“Thank you,” Blake said. He smiled. He was blowing us away
at every turn and corner.

“From VIP bottle service, to this, what’s next?” I asked. I
cast a sly smile. I was feeling less tempered now that the pill had kicked in.
I was saying what was on my mind.

“Well, we’ll find out won’t we,” he said.

He was seated in the middle of us again, and we were pressed
up close to him even though the interior was roomy enough to spread out. The
feeling of having him so close felt so good to me, and I was sure Hallie was
feeling the same way. But where were we going?
Are we going to have any privacy?

“I guess we will,” Hallie said. She grabbed his leg and
started stroking her hand up and down his tight black jeans. I could see her
cooing, feeling the denim against her hand, slowly, and methodically moving her
hand back and forth. She was in a trance-like state.

The car drove off, with three very frisky people in it. I
wasn’t sure if this was something he was used to doing – picking up
strange girls at bars and whisking them off to some luxurious haven – but
it was working. It was working for me, and it certainly was working for Hallie.
We were both having the time of our lives.

“How about some music
guys
?”

“Yes!” we both screamed.

“Okay, okay,” he said, smiling. “Charles, music please.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sir?

Before I could make another funny face and think another
funny thought, the music had been cranked up. The house music overtook me and I
cocked my head back. I ran my fingernails through my hair as I felt the music
oozing through my veins. It was incredible. I looked over at Blake and he was
feeling good too. We were all on the same level.

After what seemed like only a few minutes, the car stopped.

“Park avenue?” I asked. “What are we doing here?”

“It’s the next stop,” he said, smiling.

After the car stopped, Charles exited the vehicle in front
of the Park Avenue awning, and let us all out. He said something to Blake that
we couldn’t hear, shut the door, and drove off to park the car. We walked up to
the awning and entered through the doors as the
doorman
greeted Blake.

“Good morning, Mr. Edwards,” said the tall man at the door
in a black suit.

“Mr. Edwards?” I asked.

He smiled. “Yeah, I kind of live here.”

“Kind of?” Hallie asked.

“Yeah, I live here,” he said, as we made our way through the
marble and limestone lobby to the gold elevator bays.

“Good morning, Mr. Edwards chirped the man at the front
desk.

“Good morning, John. How’s everything been last night?
Pretty quiet?” Blake asked.

“Yes, very quiet. Everything is good,” he said.

What was quiet? What
was he talking about?

The elevator opened and the three of us stumbled in. It was clear
we were
pretty intoxicated
, but Blake managed to keep
his composure the most amongst the three of us. He put in a key, turned it, and
pressed the button for the penthouse. My eyes widened.

The penthouse? What!
He could see the expression in my eyes. He knew how impressed we were. His
little tricks were certainly working on us. I batted my eyelashes as the
elevator whirred to the top of the building.

“So you guys live downtown?”

“Yes, we’re law students. This is our final year at NYU,”
Hallie said. Her head cocked back as she ran her hands up and down the wood
lined interior of the elevator. We could see the three of us in the reflection
of the gold-colored chrome elevator doors.

“I look good in this elevator,” I said.
Did I just say that aloud?

“You’d look good in any elevator,” Blake said.

I smiled but Hallie didn’t seem to like that too much.
Nonetheless, she was along for the ride. That pill was certainly having more of
an affect on her than it was on me.

Then, the elevator door opened, and our mouths dropped to
the floor. “What the hell?” Hallie said. “Are you serious?”

We walked into what seemed like a palace in the sky. I
couldn’t begin to describe the luxurious finishes and furnishings in the space.
And as we rounded the corner from the elevator bay that opened right up into
the penthouse apartment, we could see it. The oversized glass windows led out
onto an enormous limestone-railing balcony with a view of the entire city,
perched over Central Park.

“You live here?” I asked.

He smiled. “Yes,” he said.

“How?” I cooed.

“What do you mean how?”

He knew exactly what I meant. How was it possible that a
young
guy
could have so much money.
What
the heck
was his whole deal? But, I was feeling the heavy affects of the
pill, so I wasn’t about to get into a conversation about money right then. I
reminded myself I would inquire later.

We stepped out onto the balcony to feel the cool early morning
air of New York City. The city was so peaceful at that hour, perched so high
above the streets. The sprawling massiveness of Central Park stretched out in
front of the apartment made if feel like it was looking out onto its own
backyard. Birds glided across the sky gracefully, and the cool air felt good on
my face. I touched my face and ran my fingers through my hair again. I had to
snap myself out of that trance.

It must have been 4 o’clock in the morning then, and the sun
still hadn’t begun to make its way into the sky. Black guided us around the
enormous oversized balcony.

“You can see the whole city from up here,” Hallie said.

“Glad you guys like it,” Blake added. He disappeared for a
moment, and Hallie and I walked toward the railings. She held my hand, and
turned to me, looking me in the eyes.

“This pill feels so good, Sydney. So good,” she said.

“I know,” I said. “I know. So good,” I added.

“So good,” she said again slowly, and we both broke out in
laughter. She held my hand, pulled me close to her, and gave me a big hug. “Did
I ever tell you how much I love you? Thank you for being my best friend,” she
said.

“I love you too,” I said.

We were both feeling the pills
pretty
strong
, but I felt like mine had been wearing off a bit. When Blake came
back out onto the balcony, he was in swim shorts. Both Hallie and I stared at
him. How was he in such incredible shape? The tanned muscular tones in his
midsection accentuated not just six-pack abs, but what looked like eight-pack
abs. But, it wasn’t overdone. He didn’t look like a
guy
that obsessed over heavy lifting, just someone who was incredibly lean and
toned. My eyes lit up, as did Hallie’s.

“Workout much?” I asked.

He smiled again. “You guys in the mood for a little hot tub
time?” he asked. He was being coy.

We both smiled and nodded. We didn’t have bathing suits, so
we knew we were going to go in with our underwear, and we didn’t care.

“That pill is starting to wear off for me,” I said, and
Hallie nodded in agreement.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he said. He put his hand in
his pocket and opened it up to reveal dozens of pills.

“Wow,” I said. “You’re certainly prepared.”

“Should we all take two?” he asked.

“Isn’t that too much?” Hallie asked.

“Not even close. You could take 10 of these and still be
fine. It won’t have the same affect after a while because it would end up
depleting all of your serotonin, but you would still be fine.”

I nervously plucked two pills from his hand and put them in
my mouth, and they followed suit. It was certainly going to be a long night. Once
we had swallowed the pills, Blake led us around the corner of the wraparound
balcony, and up a flight of steps.

“There’s another balcony?” I asked.

“Yes, just up here,” he said. “The hot tub is up here.”

“It’s on the balcony?” I asked.

“Of course it is, where else would it be?” He laughed to
himself. He was getting a kick out of amusing us.

Hallie and I followed him close as he led us up the stairs.
We were both eyeing him from behind.
Those muscular legs;
that toned and supple buttocks.
I just wanted to bite him on the ass
cheek right there. He turned
around and looked at us
and smiled as if he knew what we were thinking.

“Do you pick up strange girls like this all the time and
bring them back to your penthouse?” I asked, playing coy.

“Sometimes,” he said.

At least he wasn’t lying. We reached the roof deck and it
was another incredible balcony level. But this was the party balcony – heat
lamps, a hot tub, a wet bar, tropical plants, and privacy. “Wow,” I said.

“Wow,” said Hallie.

We were both stunned. Blake led us to the tub, opened it up,
pulled out his cell phone, pushed a few buttons, and the hot tub came to life.
Purple and green changing lights could be seen, and the whirring of jets and
bubbling of water could be heard. He pressed another button on his phone and we
started to hear music.

“This thing has built in speakers?” Hallie asked.

“Of course it does,” I said, laughing to myself.

I placed my hand into the water and I could feel the warmth
of the swirling liquid envelope it. The sensations that shot through my body
were indescribable. It was electric.

I looked at Hallie as I stood there hovering over the water,
my hand immersed in it, and my eyes rolling into the back of my head. The cool
breeze in the air felt incredible against my skin, and a tingling sensation
coursed through my body. I closed my eyes for a moment and swirled my hand in
and around the water. The feeling was so good. The feeling of the water
touching my hand felt so good.

Blake touched my shoulder with his arm and it jarred me back
into the present moment. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?” I asked.

“Oh, you just closed your eyes for a little while there. I
was worried you were falling asleep or something standing there,” he said,
smiling again.

“No, but this water… this water feels so good against my
skin,” I said. When I had looked up, I saw Hallie undress down to her
underwear. I saw her tossing her clothes aside, then sliding right into the
water. She cocked her head back, floating along the surface of the enormous hot
tub.

“Blake, this is more like a pool. You call this a hot tub?”
Hallie laughed as she sucked up and squirted water into the air like a
decorative fountain.

“Yeah,” he said, “I know, it’s a little big to be calling it
a hot tub, but it is a hot tub. It’s just a custom made one, that’s all.”

Blake had begun undressing. He started taking his shorts
off, and all I could do was stare at him there, with my head tilted over the
side of the water, and my arm still immersed in it. I watched him carefully as
he slid off his shorts to unveil his enormous penis, which was just dangling
there in mid-air. I was fixated by it. I watched that long cock as it swung
around, almost as if it was in slow motion. I watched it as he climbed into the
hot tub and he slinked into the water.