When we arrived the scene was a little different than last time instead of the darkwave music, dark cabaret music played in the background. The atmosphere was still lively and this time I brought my own ID card it was a fake for now but it would do the trick. Shimming our way to the bar we noticed some stares then start to giggle.
"Damn you were right just being here put me in a somewhat more pleasant mood," I tell her over the music.
"See I knew you'd look less like a miser if you went out!" Cordelia's eyes glanced around the floor.
"Lets look for a hottie for you tonight, how about him.." She points to someone I actually knew it was Stan.
"Ew no...I know that guy...but if you like a sleezy man with no boundaries go for him," I sip my drink and give her a smirk.
"What no! I think I'm going to stay smashing the guy from last time....until I don't want him anymore," she gives a buttery grin as her phone buzzed on the counter.
"I guess he's here?" My eyebrows raise at her.
"Yeah and he said that if you want he has accompaniment for you....do you want to see," she bites her bottom pink lip.
I groan, "Fine fine but after this I wanna karaoke!"
"They have that in the top rooms, Lancaster owns the place and set up many different sections!" She's beaming at her catch.
"Lancaster, huh?" trying to slow down time I interrogate her.
"Anyway you need to let your hair down!" she starts to drag me to the entrance.
Hm...he's not half bad looking he's mixed and has a nice tie matching Cordelia's blue dress and a nice gentle aura when talking to her. To my surprise the accompanying party was Brandon from last time, same unruly bright red hair and all. I relax a bit even though he did grind on me a bit he seemed respectable when noticing I was uncomfortable last time. We all head to the bar and sit together chatting.
"So you're an connoisseur of the arts," Brandon asked while drinking his gin and tonic.
"Wow, and how would you know that...could it be my dear Cordi talks about me during her off time?"
He laughed while that bestie of mine tensed for a split second. It was alright at first especially when I thought she did it with no ill means. We both really need to get more friends here or at least acquaint with people who share the interests we don't have in common, I sigh and get up. Asking if he'd like to dance we step onto the dancefloor. I really needed to let some of the alcohol out of my system and dancing made it possible.
I have no idea how long we danced but it felt refreshing and my skin slightly glistened with sweat. We went back to the bar to a show. They were kissing with extreme lust in their eyes as I cough loudly. She gets the hint immediately and push him off slightly but he looks at the corner of his eye and see's us. Finally we go upstairs to the first floor and into a big room with microphones and a very nice setup. Eyes wide when I look around smiling gleefully. The room was soundproof and even had a very long couch.
Each of us picked a few songs and was enjoying our time we even ordered a few more drinks. I decided to chat with Brandon while the two of them were singing love duets.
"So you said you were in a construction company? I have a company and we are doing pretty well I think." I say methodically probing him, because he's to handsome to not have a fault. I wonder if he dislikes proud females.
"You have a business at your age? That's wild!" the fuck he said.. wild?
I calm down for a moment adjusting to his comment about my age, "why did you say my age what aren't you like a tad older than I am?"
"If a tad older means about six or nine years then little girl then yes....a tad older if you must."
I always had a thing for older guys since my first crush and the fact I dated men my age and it always seemed to end in a bad way most of the time.
"What are you like 28 or something," I bit my lip looking at him with big doe eyes. I've no idea why but this always happens on instinct when I see something I want, and this is a question I wanted to know an answer to.
"I'm 26 you put two more years on me do I look that old," he had an unbelievably hilarious look on his face as he said this.
"No 26 is a good age its just that 28 is my go to when I don't know the answer."
We talk for about an hour then, eventually our talk is interrupted by Cordi and Lancaster taking notice of us. She tried to urge me to sing again claiming her throat was tired.
"I don't know what to sing to....do you have any ideas," eyeing her down.
"Seriously? Well what were you two talking about...Tini I already chose for you," her eyes sparkle with a hint of playfulness.
"What did you choose to make you look happy like that?" I was in full caution mode, only a few people like my voice and I think I'm not that good.
"The Way You Do by Devil Doll your favorite." Perfunctorily she stated the words but my cheeks got hot and started to hurt.
"Fine," she seriously wanted me to get lucky huh...maybe I need this I shrug as the song started and I started to sing.
"No one makes me feel the way you do,
No one lays me down the way you do..."
As I sing my heart beat races with excitement my voice slightly sensual as I keep going. Hearing my best gal whistle at me I really get into it.
"And when I look at your picture I start to sweat
And when you touch me I get soooo wet..."
I start dancing as well still singing until the end, not noticing the door to the room had opened up. Especially with the praises of get what she wants Cordelia. I was laughing about to walk to the couch when to have Brandon sing.
"That was a nice song, Miss Rawlins...." My body twinged a bit hearing the mans voice behind me.
Turning around already knowing that cool rough voice.
"Mr. Kurosawa...thanks what are you doing here, also this room is booked you should hav knocked." Telling him this while trying to avoid his gaze.
"I just heard a voice and thought it sounded nice....was wondering who's it was...are you okay?"
What's he asking me that for then I remember he once asked if I was avoiding him so decided to look into his eyes at that moment.
"I'm fine," I manage to say this but felt heat swelling between my thighs. He was looking at me like prey!
"Mhm...alright....you don't seem," before he could finish his sentence a pair of manicured nails wrap around his waist.
"Come on hun your student looks busy," that woman was right behind him glaring at me for some reason.
"I'm not his student any longer graduated early and yes I am busy. So please take your husband out of here please." My words seem to irritate her and Brandon with his flaming hot hair came up to us putting his arm around my backside which makes me flinch for a moment.
"Dear, you have to hear me sing tell your acquaintances you would speak later to them," damn this man is good!
"We were just about to go to our room anyway," Mar....ahem Mr Kurosawa said a very angry look flashed his eyes as they leave.
"So....that was the teacher right.... He's a complex person just by aura alone...you sure you good?" Brandon asks this like we have been friends for a long time which shocks me.
"Cordelia...." before my stern mommy talk as she calls it begins I'm interrupted by her.
"Lancaster asked about my roommate so I just told him you were going through an awkward thing with your teacher being a stalker even though he's married...I felt bad and I didn't think about how I shouldn't talk about your situation without your consent so can we skip the chastising tone and keep having fun...You were having fun right?"
"Ok, but I need some goodies to destress that was stressful on me." I take my newly filled glass drinking it.
"I have actual goodies," a smile plastered on Brandon when he said this.
This man took out a bag and looked at me...I sniffed and knew the smell.
"Wait can we smoke in the karaoke room, that may be good grass but before that i really need to smoke a capone," asking curiously before getting a nod from besties boy toy.
We sing a bit more after the cigar and the mary. I was really relaxed when I decided to go to the bathroom. Heading to the restroom was easier on this floor than the first. Stan was making out with a girl across the the door to one of the bathrooms. I heard him say something about the third floor before going in to do my business.
Coming out of the stall and washing my hands getting ready to go out. Outside was not Brandon but my "stalker teacher" as Cordi calls him.
"Why are you wearing that," I could smell the faint scent of bourbon emanate from his mouth mixed with his own.
"I can wear what I want, you aren't the boss of me," my gaze shifts.
"Why do you smell like a walking sack of weed, I knew you smoked but who even gave it to you that man?" His questions made me upset a little but I was still very calm.
"His name is Brandon and who I got anything from doesn't involve you!" Snapping back at him in a low manner yet still loud enough to be heard.
"I know you're upset but just don't go to the third floor," he was still trying to tell me what to do so I just sent daggers at him.
"I'm here to let my hair down and that's what I shall do!" I leave in a huff going back to the room. As soon as I get in I asked about the third floor.
"Hmm....you sure you wanna go to the third floor? Alright." Lancaster looked at Cordelia instead of me while he talks.
Now although that call it the third floor it was more like an underground basement with no doors on any rooms as you heard music in a different language and could hear all sorts of noises from the rooms. Some had people being whipped and chained up, others hand people in tight latex and even some had an area with wax. My interests weren't that vanilla and i enjoyed looking through all the rooms. It slightly got me excited! When Brandon said he would be back and the other two seem to have disappeared in the matter of minutes. I decide to go deeper into the lust filled corridor when I smell a familiar scent in a purple room with a rack, riding crops, bull whips and paddles inside.
Apparently its an incent and for a quick second the thought of him crossed my mind. Shaking my head its not like he'll know if I went here and so what if he did my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a paddle hitting one's hand. I jump for a moment turning around.
"Think just for a split second about him and this ass shows up," I mumble under my breath. It was Marcellus Kurosawa.....again! I then proceeded to hold my breath realizing he's shirtless.
"I told you not to come to the third floor," his eyes were unreadable as he let out his words.
"You aren't the boss or master of my domain and I think its kind of interesting down here. It suits me," I chided.
"Little one do not test my patience with you," he took a step forward and I felt myself hit the cool purple wall the only one with nothing hanging on it.
"W..what are you going to do if I don't," my voice was so unconfident as he closed the gap between us.
With a wicked grin he taunted me, "punish you."
My lucky red thong was soaked that moment as I try to get away. Where the fuck is everybody! Panic ran through me as he caught my wrist pulling me to the rack and securing me tightly and grabs my throat, causing a moan from my mouth.
"You aren't in charge.."
"Yes I am and I told you never to dress like that again," he trails the paddle up my thigh causing a shiver.
"Y...you shouldn't be doing this what about your wi..." couldn't finish my sentence when he hit my backside with my breast on the cool rack the warm and painful sensation on my bottom somehow was amplified. I felt myself starting to drip a bit down my legs and on the ground.
"You never even looked at my explanation....bad girl," he hits me again a bit harder this time and I stifle my self from making a strange noise as I try to respond.
"I...I'm sorry I will.." he lifted up my skirt to get better access to my ass looking at the two welts from where i feel his eyes.
Smack! He gives me another hit on my basically bare bottom.
"You have been avoiding me haven't you," I know its not a real question but still I lie.
"No.."
Smack! Another hit this time I couldn't hold it in as I let out a loud gasp and moan.
"Don't lie....you know I can tell," his voice was laboured and didn't sound right. "Only bad girls lie, are you a bad girl?"
No words came out and I nodd my head my juices starting to flow out a bit too much and I felt a hot breath near my overflowing bud. My heart started to beat a bit rapid knowing this shouldn't happen but then I feel a tingle as he touched my lips with his tongue.
"Use your words..." he says mumbling near my quivering mound.
"I...I'm a good girl." I say not knowing what has gotten into me but ignoring the consequences; Cordi told me to let my hair down. I used that excuse inside my head as i felt him get up and move his fingers over my pussy.
"You were bad very bad though do you know what bad girls get," he groaned in my ear as I felt something inbetween my ass. He's stiff and very large my eyes went wide.
"What..." my response was raspy and i felt myself burning inside.
He thrusts in two fingers violently, "Only punishment no rewards...You aren't going to cum tonight until I let you....bless the gods you are tight and very wet."
Feeling something welling inside I let out moan after moan as his fingers going faster and rougher even sliding in another finger making me gasp then before I could cum he slowed. Making my pussy ache as he does this same routine a dozen of times. Forcing me to the edge of climax then slows to a snails pace making me wimpier. Then as if something was attacking me I let out an ear shattering moan as he pushes deeper then takes his hand away. Aching for release I try to squirm but there is no use.
"You definitely wish to release right now," he chuckled and I hear what can only be a zipper unzip.
"Yes.....please," I beg him not knowing what's going in my mind blank for moments at a time.
Which makes him chuckle deeply, "What would you like my naughty princess" he asks probing me slightly with his hardened mast.
"release...." its all I could let out as he began to enter me slowly at first making pumping methodically.
"Fuck..." He grunts, "I've been awaiting this."
He groans pumping into my cunt faster and harder making me yelp in pleasure as I feel myself about to climax I ask again for release.
"Not until you tell me who your master is," his voice echoing in the room all the way down the hall.
Tears of ecstasy fun down my brown cheeks as I cry out for him.
"You! You're my master!" I scream and he goes as fast as a bullet pumping in and out I could tell he was on the verge as well.
"Good girl, now cum for me my precious!" He growls and pumps so hard he reaches my womb as I finally climax. He pulls out and I see him discard a condom full of semen in a bin.
My head starts clearing slowly as I realized what just happened whilst he unbinds me. The beat of my chest starts going faster and faster. This is what I get for letting my hair down. My emotions a mess as I look at his calm looking satisfied face.
"This won't happen again," I say with laboured breath and messy hair.
Heading to the elevator in a rush I swear I heard a loud smash behind me but don't look back. Finally going back to the main floor I look and find Cordelia at the bar with Lancaster. My face slightly fuming as I walk up to them. Her eyes were wide when she sees me and before I can say anything she asks me a question I was not prepared for.
"Did you enjoy your time in the third floor?"
Suddenly my face was hot instead of anger at her for leaving me suddenly I was embarrassed!
"I just looked....it was nice..." I lied. "Then I went to the restroom anyways where were you guys?" Saying this I chewed my bottom lip waiting a response.
"Um..well...we went somewhere private and talked...are you ready to go where is Brandon," she says and looks around.
"Yes I'm ready and he went somewhere when we were down there...didn't come back" well it's fine I did have a nice time even though I can't do that again.
My mind drifts off for a moment. As she shrugged and took my hand in one of hears and Lancaster's in the other we all head back together in the bug and I get a text telling her I must tell her what really happened. This girl has no boundaries its really lucky that this Lancaster guy is driving or she'd be in the back with me bugging the hell outta me. I end up napping in the car.