THE INFERNO is a club unlike any other.
Plush decor, luxurious atmosphere, stellar florescent lighting, a standard all-surround sound system; all these come up to a darkly sensual display of bold sexuality.
All invitees to this very private club know the rules by heart. The rules are quite simple. As long as your standing in the Inferno remains a secret, you are booked to a wild array of pleasures.
In the sultry air of the Inferno, husbands can be seen kissing their sister-in-laws, wives can be seen with their husband's friends; business partners with their CEO's, and even daughters with their step-fathers.
The Inferno is need and sin, all in one underground arena.
A crystal sculpture of a naked Nixie balances on a platform at the club's front. The sky-blue lighting hits it splendidly, giving the statue a bit of life. Invitees are all over the place; some curled together on couches, some gyrating against the walls, some staring at all the sex going on around with lit eyes.
A particular threesome make out on a lush bronze carpet at the centre of the room. A group of interested voyeurs sit on the cushions surrounding, watching with eager eyes at the tangling of slick skin.
About a 100ft above, a black luxury vehicle glides onto the grounds of the St. James Church. A gleaming door swishs open and the tall form of Caden Hallow, Head of the Hallow Empire exits the car.
Silent as the night above, he walks across the crunching gravel to the huge Chapel doors.
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Caden needed a way to get his son's hot new Professor off his mind. After minutes of longingly scrolling through her profile, he made up his mind to finally visit the secret club his friends always bugged him about.
When his car first pulled up at the abandoned grounds of a church, he had been skeptical, but a while later, he stood smiling outside the massive stone structure.
It was the perfect cover.
A Church with a hidden sex club underneath.
Just like heaven and hell; an immaculate atmosphere with an underground blemish.
Directly beneath God's nose.
He calmly strides across to the doors. He pushes the doors open and the hinges squeak. A spread of spiderwebs push at his hair as he walks in, and when he catches a few black rats running around, he almost applauds the Inferno's secrecy.
The owners were good. No one would even bat an eye at the mustiness of the area. Hell! It looked as untouched as a thirty-year old tomb.
Following the instructions delivered privately to his email account, he moves for the altar beyond. His black key card beeps at the blue light to the side, and after a while, the walls slide open.
Just like that.
The dusty stones immediately give way to a gleaming glass door that sweeps open as silent as a cat's purr. Caden walks into the elevator, stunned at its shined interior which was so different from its outward appearance.
The moment the glass doors slide back open, the soft booming of the sound system hits his ears, caressing and erotic. He is barely gone ten steps when loud moaning sounds drone out the music. He walks closer and the shadows come into focus.
Gods help him! He knew the woman who made the noises. She was senior partner at a legal firm. A known legal firm—and she was also facesitting her Intern.
Caden's eyes almost widen out of their sockets as he walks on, peering around at the naked people all around him. These people didn't give a fuck about normalcy.
He stands at a dimly lit corner and peers at the statue in front of the room. The woman depicted was a sensual goddess. The lighting played with her thighs made of crystals so light they looked like frozen water. It was poetic, because it matched the creature.
...A Nixie.
He is still staring at the beautiful piece when a small voice whispers across to him.
"Do you need a partner, Sir?"
Caden looks down, not because the woman is short but because he is tall. Taller and fuller than the average man. He almost keels over when he really looks at her. The woman was beautiful.
Brown eyes, high cheekbones, arched brows, full crossbow lips—and also dressed in only a thong. As he struggles to form a reply, he also struggles to keep his eyes firmly rooted on her head.
The woman notices his discomfort and quickly says.
"I'm Avery, and I also have a partner if you prefer more company."
Caden stays rigid, his voice muted out by the full rise of the woman's naked breasts.
"Matthew!" Avery calls into the shadows.
A tall man with a ripped body clears into the light. Gray tattoos mark every inch of his shown skin—even the sweep of his neck. Only his face remains a tan cream with eyes that scream 'Hitman'.
The man looks him up and down, peering at him like a delicacy. All at once, Caden feels unmanly. He notices Avery is still staring at him with interested eyes so he quickly mutters an excuse.
"Thank you for the offer, but I'm meeting someone."
Avery gives him a warm smile that lights her face, and two dimples appear on both cheeks. Matthew still stares at him like he's his mother so Caden hurriedly walks away.
He discovers the Inferno branches out into other rooms containing specific needs and cravings. Some rooms are full of only men, some of only women. He walks on until he sees a plaque above a brown door with the inscription:
'The Masked Voyeur.'
He gently pushes open the door and walks in. The room is stark, blandly decorated but still prim nevertheless.
A single plump cushion rests at the centre facing a two-way mirror. Caden runs his hands along the walls where masks in different shapes peer at him with hollow eyes.
He selects a black one in the shape of a wolf and walks to the sofa.
As soon as his body digs into the soft press of the sofa, the mirror on the other end slides open. His eyes instantly widen behind his mask.
Two women lay on a sprawling bed at the other side, their bodies locked in a sultry tangle. His vision colors at the sight of their hot flesh pressed so close together. His briefs suddenly become too small and his fingers curl into fists.
The mirrors cover the entire front wall so Caden is granted an unhindered front view of the other bedroom. One of the women on the bed rises and straddles the other. Her wealth of chocolate hair falls to her waist as her thighs spread over the woman under her. Her skin is a lovely olive shade while the other woman's is white as milk.
The white woman grips her thighs, fisting the thick flesh and her lover moans above her. She smacks her ass and Caden growls low in his throat even as his engorged cock nearly spears his slacks.
The white woman suddenly lifts up. She grips the woman above and swiftly turns her over so she lies on top. She lifts her legs and moves between, gripping her tight as she tribs her, pounding hot into her body.
Her lover's eyes are closed as she whimpers beneath her and her coffee skin is flushed in pleasure. Caden nearly cums in his pants as he watches the white woman dig her fingers into the woman's thighs, thrusting wildly but still wanting more.
He did want more too.
He wanted to feel the brown-skinned woman also beneath him, those lovely thighs wrapped around him. The white woman lowers her head and suckles on her full breasts, palming and groaning as hot flesh fills her mouth.
Caden groans in need and his mask shivers with his heavy breathing.
Slowly, the beautiful brown-skinned woman opens her eyes and he shudders from head to toe.
Hypnotic gray eyes the color of a lightning storm pierce across the room to him. He stiffens from his shivers, utterly unmoving in the light of her eyes. The woman saw him. She saw him watching her. It was totally impossible but it was also true.
People at the other end weren't supposed to see the masked voyeur, but the woman did. And she was not just any woman. She was the woman from his dreams. His virtual mistress, and his son's new Professor.
Dr. Casselba Crane. No wonder she called to him so much.
His eyes lower to her thighs as the white woman goes down on her. She roughly lifts up her legs and pushes down, devouring her in wet licks. Casselba moans and fists the woman's hair below, with her eyes still pinned on Caden.
Caden watches with an open mouth and a thudding heart as her hips rise to meet her lover's tongue. The cushion material rends under his hands and in a second, his slacks and briefs fall to his ankles.
He immediately fists his cock, rubbing up and down as he watches Casselba ride the woman's face. When her head falls back on the sheets and her tits just out into the air, full and cream, Caden shudders in release as he thrusts into his hands, roughly jerking in tune to Casselba's climax.
His eyes shut tight as white lightning blinds his vision. He pours so much into his hands, and the force of it nearly has him blacking out. When he finally opens his eyes, only a blank mirror greets them.
The mirrors had slid back in place and only his reflection stares back at him. He almost concludes that he imagined it all but when his fingers lift up wet from his cock, he smiles. The pretty brown-skinned woman and her white lover were real. Her gray eyes were real.
She was real.
Caden slowly rises, cleans up and walks to the mirrors. His hand meets the smooth surface and his reflection peers back at him. He had to find her.
He had to find Casselba Crane.