Sitting Under A Palm Tree

I don't want to know what time it is,

unless it's time for me to leave this fucking place!

Hey You!!

    Yeah you. Lady in the white lab coat, running around this place, calling herself doctor. Or, do you just play one on tv? This is a special message just for you, so listen up.

It would seem after proving you wrong about having a certain type of disorder, or even showing a single sign, you claimed I suffered from last week during our sessions. I need to do the same this week as well. Because, it would appear you are doing your absolute best to piss me off and push my last fucking button. Which is about to cause me to explode!

All because you INSIST on knowing what the number one thing I regret happening the most in my life!

Well Doc, I tried to remain mute about the subject, but as always, you provoked me, and pushed me just a little to fucking far! I hope you're happy now, so here goes!

But, if you're already thinking it's about my parents, or something damaging from my childhood, then you're sadly mistaken. Because the one and only thing I regret then, now, and for the rest of my life to the day I die is HER!

The source of my problems and trouble now is all because of her, and I can't even bring myself to say her fucking name.

Joe

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Just over three years have passed since I first stepped foot off of that bus in downtown New York City. Since then so many things about my life have changed drastically. Until I don't even recognize the person staring back at me in the mirror. While the things that matter the most to me are still here, and the same.

Rodney and I are still best friends, but fight like real siblings all the time. We both work together still, but only as escorts now. About a year ago we both made the decision to quit working for the construction crew. I still miss seeing the rest of the guys everyday, but I make more money one night escorting than I did in two weeks on the job, so they understood.

Since all of my money and living situation were under control I decided to follow through with Jenny's idea, and went to college. I was accepted into one of the better junior colleges in the city, and started taking night classes towards a business degree. At first it was a struggle adapting to the course load, working, hunting Britt, and maintaining a social life, but I had just one more semester to finish before I graduated with my associates degree.

In the beginning there were several weekends I had to shut myself off from everyone and the rest of the world outside to study, or finish some project due for one of my classes. During those times I hardly slept, ate anything, and refused to answer the door or my phone for absolutely anyone.

Well, everyone but Jenny that is. The girl would call non-stop until I answered the phone, and then would proceed to stay up all night, and most of the weekend, helping me put together whatever project I was working on at the moment, or cram for whatever test I had coming up. She helped me so much she knew most of the answers before I did!

It was both maddening and impressive at the same time! But, after I received a higher grade on whatever she helped me with it always made me feel overwhelmingly guilty inside. I hated that she was having to skip her first year of college to work and raise baby Abbie by herself, but as soon as I graduated it would be her turn to go to college next.

Those were the only things on my mind going into that faithful Christmas break. Simple things really, because my life was on a simple easy course at that time. Except when things are going smooth and easy the universe always throws you a wrench just to fuck up your plans. And, my time just so happens to be then.

*~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~*

It was the middle of December, and since my spring semester ended the week before, I had all my time to spend escorting. The holidays were always a busy time for Rodney and I. The agency remained over booked with calls daily, so we always had the pick of the litter, so to speak. Plus it helped that Rodney and I were the most requested escorts they had.

It was a chilly Saturday night, and Rodney and I were on our way to Chelsey to meet with two of our regular clients, so we could be their escorts to an exclusive house party. Rodney and I dressed in matching designer tuxedos and decorative black face-masks that covered just our eyes and nose. Then shared our customary two shots of bourbon for good luck before leaving his apartment, and walking outside to the awaiting limo the agency provided for our dates.

It took the driver forty-five minutes to make it across town to pick up both of our dates. Rodney's date Bernice Whitehead, Bunny for short, was our first stop of the night. Bunny was a conundrum. She was a thirty year old vixen that oozed sex appeal from every pore on her body, and she knew just how to work it to her advantage. It's what made her one of the top executives at the fashion house she worked for. But, she also had this zest for life, and innocence about her that was totally opposite from her tough outer shell.

(Bunny)

Which is the only reason I could ever come up with, with why she would ever need to call an escort. At a staggering five foot eight, and well over six feet in the killer stiletto heels she always wore, long thick curly blonde hair, big bedroom eyes, and curvy mocha colored body she could get any man or woman she wanted with a single bat of her extended lashes! Thankfully she wasn't like most of the women in this city that let their looks dictate their personalities, so I never minded being around her, and she seemed to like me just the same.

Once Rodney helped Bunny into the backseat of the limo, and took his seat beside her, the driver started on the next fifteen minutes of our journey to my date, Cami Holt's apartment. The three of us shared a few pleasantries before slowly coming to a halt. Thankfully Rodney and Bunny started a conversation between themselves. Leaving me with my jumbled thoughts as we ride.

I don't know why, but my stomach was a rolling mess the further along the limo moved. I tried to rack my brain for a reason I was feeling this way, but for the life of me I couldn't find one. Because I was only focusing on this upcoming date, and I was sure that wasn't it.

Cami and I had been on about six or seven dates up until now, and each time I had a great time. Cami was a twenty-six year old socialite, who was training to be CFO for her family's distribution company here in the city. She is the definition of the blonde bombshell. At five foot nine inches tall, long wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sinfully curvy body all preteen boys picture up in their heads the first time they masturbate.

(Cami)

But, even with her killer good looks, and heart stopping smile, Cami is more innocent and sheltered than I tried to keep Jenny as. She told me while growing up her parents sent her away to several different all-girls boarding schools, so she could focus on her studies, and get into college early. Except it also made her painfully shy when it came to conversing with the opposite sex, so she avoided it at all cost.

I guess that's a good enough reason as any to need an Escort. HA!

I felt the limo come to a stop a few moments later, so I shook the unsettling feelings to the back of my mind, and got out of the back. Walking up the few stairs to Cami's door then ringing the doorbell. Thankfully she didn't keep me waiting outside in the cold long. Before opening the door with a big welcoming smile directed right at me, and leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on my cheek.

"Hey! I'm so glad you could make it, Joe." Cami says to me before moving back into her apartment to grab her coat to put on.

"It's no problem. You know I love spending time with you."I tell her, as I walk inside and move to stand behind her, so I can help her slide her arms inside. Then help her grab the few things she needs before motioning her out of the door first, so I can pull it closed behind us. As soon as we step outside into the chilly winter air Cami begins to speak again.

"Awe thanks Joe!" Cami gushes as she wraps her arm through mine, and begins walking down the stairs towards the limo. "But, I'm so nervous, and beyond excited about tonight! I've never been to anything like this, but always wanted to. That's why I specifically requested you for tonight, Joe. I know you'll catch me if I faint after I walk through the door, and see everything for the first time." Cami gives me a gratefully peek on the lips before sliding onto the backseat.

Rodney catches the strange look on my face as I slide onto my seat beside Cami, and shut the door, so the driver can go on to our final destination. I give him a small shake of my head not to ask. Thankfully he does, and turns his attention back to Bunny.

While Cami is getting situated in her seat I go over all the specifics the agency gave me about the event I would be escorting Cami to, but other than a very generic request, the rest of the information was very vague. Which sends the uneasiness in my gut rolling into tsunami size waves. I turn my attention back towards Cami after a moment, and try to ask her some questions about tonight without letting her hear how nervous I actually am.

"So, sweetheart where exactly are we going tonight?" I ask her, smiling while playing with a thick lock of her silky hair.

I watch as Cami's cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink. Before turning her mischievous blue eyes towards me, and smirking. "We're going to a sex party!" She whispers to me before cutting her eyes across the limo towards Rodney and Bunny. Making sure they didn't hear what she said. 

"WHAT?" I bellow flabbergasted and jump back in my seat.

"SHHHH." Cami hisses, and places her hand over my mouth. While glaring between me and the other two in the car. "I'm super nervous as it is! Please don't make me show up looking like a tomato from embarrassment please?"

I blow out a long breath, and my body deflates into my seat. "Sorry. I was just caught off guard from the word sex party out of your mouth. Are you sure that's where we're going?"

"Yep! Bunny and I have a mutual friend who runs several different high profile clubs around the city, but sometimes she has these super exclusive parties at one of her homes, and I've finally talked her into letting me come. Plus I already knew the perfect partner for me to bring." Cami says with a wink. Before running her small hand between my parted legs, cupping my semi-hard shaft and balls in the palm of her hand, and squeezing.

Essentially shutting down my next train of thought, and capturing my undivided attention. "Well then." I say with a devilish smirk on my face as I lean down, and place my lips within inches of the outer shell of her ear. "I'll do everything within my power to make sure you have a very memorable first experience." Cami's breathless moan was answer enough for me.

The rest of the car ride was uneventful, but the limo finally arrived at the inconspicuous Chelsey home less than thirty minutes later. Rodney and I helped both women from the back of the car, then up the stairs to the front door of the house. Once we reached the top Bunny knew exactly where the doorbell was and pushed it. Before taking her place back beside Rodney and sliding her arm back through his.

The door opened less than a minute later, and sucked every last drop of oxygen from my lungs right along with it! The raven haired, chocolate goddess on the other side was truly a vision! She couldn't have been taller than five six, even with the mile high stiletto shoes wrapped around her dainty feet. She had on a black and gold patterned, long sleeved, short dress. That dipped extremely low in the front, and highlighted her amazing cleavage for any man to salivate over.

"Bunny, Cami, I'm so glad you girls could make it!" The ebony woman of my dreams said before moving forward to wrap, first bunny, then cami into a loose embrace. "Why don't you girls introduce me to the pair of hunks escorting you tonight. Then you guys can come on in and join the fun.

"This is Rodney. The guy I've been telling you about. Rodney, I'd like you to meet my cousin Tiffany Gudwell." Bunny says introducing the two.

(Tiffany Gudwell)

Rodney takes the goddess hand, and places a chaste kiss to the back of her palm. Before cutting his eyes back up to her's, and whispering his next words against her skin before letting go. "The pleasure is all mine, ma'am."

"I bet it is. Haha." Tiffany giggles as she steps to the side to let Rodney and Bunny inside. Before turning her focus back around to us, and robbing me of what little oxygen I'd been able to recover from before. "And, who is this Cami?"

"Hi Tiffany." Cami says with a hint of nervousness, and tightens her hold around my arm. "This is Joe Black. Joe, this is Tiffany. The woman I was telling you about in the car."

As soon as my fingers wrapped around her silky smooth hand, fireworks started going off underneath my skin. I bent forward and brought her hand closer to my mouth so I could place a small kiss to the top of her knuckles. Once my lips made contact with her skin several bolts of lighting began burning their way through my body. Until coming to rest deep at the bottom of my gut.

"It truly is an honor to meet you Ms Gudwell." I said while looking deep into her eyes then let her hand go, and moved back to Cami's side. All the while totally unable to remove my eyes from devouring the vixens body in front of me.

I watch as Tiffany's eyes travel down the entire length of my body very slowly. Before rising back up to meet mine. Sending me a Cheshire like smirk full of hidden lust. "I must say the same about you Mr Black. Hopefully the three of us can talk more later on in the night, but until then. Why don't you two come on in, and make yourselves at home. Enjoy the party, and remember. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Tiffany says before giving Cami a knowing wink. Then moving to the side, so Cami and I can come in.

Walking through that front door was like walking into a parallel universe. People in different stages of undress, or nude altogether, were all around the house. Some of them were just mingling and talking to the others. Why some were behind little roped off area's performing different and extremely taboo sex acts out in the open for everyone to see.

I escorted Cami around the entire house, including the other two levels full of different exhibits. Cami pointed at different things that caught her attention, and excitedly asked me any question she could think of. To which I did my utmost to answer with my limited knowledge.

Cami and I spent a good deal of time watching some of the other couples giving and receiving head. Cami was intrigued by the way the men controlled their significant other, and took what they wanted without speaking. I knew from the few times Cami and I had hooked up after our dates this was something she was secretly into. Eventually I managed to talk Cami into doing it, and even tried my best to follow the other men around me lead's, but I'm sure anyone could tell I didn't have a single clue about what I was doing. At least Cami didn't act like she minded or cared which was all that mattered to me.

Cami and I decided to just mingle after that. Mainly staying on the first floor in the main room of the house talking with the other guest. Except every now and then I would feel someone staring at me from across the room, and each time I would look around to see who it was. My eyes always landed on the ebony vixens. I tried to ignore the looks, and concentrate on Cami, but after awhile it felt like I was fighting a losing battle.

It was almost one in the morning when Rodney and Bunny found us, and asked if we were ready to go. Cami and I both said yes immediately, but I needed to make a quick stop by the restroom before heading out. Luckily the first bathroom I found was empty, so I flipped the lights on and made my way inside, but before I could turn around to shut the door someone was pushing their way in behind me.

"Hey now." I said angrily as I turned around to see who it was. "Can't you just wait you.." I didn't get to finish before a pair of thick, juicy lips latched onto mine, and started kissing me like no one else has before.

My first instinct is to try and push the other person away from me, but as soon the fireworks and bolts of lighting traveling across my skin registers inside my brain, the rest of my body gives in, and I do my best just to keep up. Her lips devour mine, while her tongue pushes its way into my mouth demanding entrance, and her nails blaze a shocking path through my already messy hair and down my back.

I moan loudly, and push her body back against the door. Then reach down wrapping my hands around her thighs, and pick her up, so she can wrap her long luscious leg around my waist. Leaving my throbbing cock to rest in between the molting junction of her thighs, beyond desperate to be freed, and slide home into her dripping core.

Several minutes later we both break apart at the same time gasping for air. I move my face back just a bit so I can stare into her molting brown eyes. A moment later we both start to smile at the other, but don't say anything to one another. Finally after another minute she begins to pull her legs away from my body, so I let her thighs go, and help her stand back up on her feet.

"I just couldn't let you leave without getting a taste of you for myself, and boy how sweet it actually was!" Tiffany says to me before licking her lips slowly. Savouring the taste of me still on her lips. "I'll see you soon Joe Black." She says knowingly. Before turning around and walking back out of the bathroom without a care in the world.

*~*~*~*END OF FLASHBACK*~*~*~*

I must admit I was harder than I'd ever been in my entire life when I walked out of that house that night. I used the memory of that kiss, and the way Tiffany's body felt against mine to jack off once I got back home, but once I was done, so was the idea of ever seeing her again. I let that hair-brain idea go just as fast, and went on about my usual life.

With Christmas shopping to buy, wrap, and send back to Jenny. Along with spending the day at Rodney's parents house I didn't have time to give her a second thought. A few days after Christmas I had another date with Cami, our first since the party, and it went beyond great, so I thought the nightly plaguing memories of my ebony goddess were over with. And, they might have been, if it hadn't been for what happened next.

*~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~*

It was New Years Eve, and the agency set me up on a date with a brand new client for the night. Just from the instructions I was given I knew this wasn't going to be like any of the other dates I'd been on so far. Because, with this date it wasn't just detailed instructions on what to wear, or behave, but the customer insisted on picking me up for our date.

No matter how exclusive, or security checks the agency put their clients through, I wasn't comfortable giving my address out to some stranger, so I arranged to meet them outside of my building at nine pm. Which is exactly where I was, dressed in my designer tux freshly pressed since wearing it to the party a few weeks ago, standing along the street corner waiting for whoever it may be to pull up.

Two minutes later a silver Rolls Royce Phantom comes to a stop beside me. I watch quizzically as the driver jumps out of the front seat, and runs around to my side of the car. Before I can say anything to the man I hear the back window of the car start to go down, so I switch my focus back to the car. As the window lowers revealing the person on the other side I feel my jaw drop right along with it.

"Hi there Stud." Tiffany purrs, licking her lips, and looking me up and down hungerly. "You ready to escort this ole girl into the New Years?" She ends with a saucy wink.

(Tiffany's Outfit)

I gulp, and discreetly adjust my growing junk in the front of my pants. Then clear my throat enough so I can talk. "Tiffany?" Is the only brilliant thing I can get past my suddenly dry lips though.   

"Haha. The one and only." She winks at me before opening the door, and getting out of the car. Revealing her stunningly beautiful body in a see through black and sequins dress. With a plunging neckline that reaches the top of her navel, and a pair of sky high strappy heels on her feet.

"Fuck me running!" I whisper under my breath then whistle.

But, Tiffany just smirks bigger, obviously hearing what I said. She moves forward into my embrace, and places her cheek against mine. Before whispering seductively into my ear. "That's exactly what I plan on doing to you later, Big Boy." She tells me just before claiming my mouth with a demanding kiss.

I'm honestly seeing stars by the time she lets me go, and takes a step back. I can feel my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as I'm trying to say something back to her, but not a single sound manages to make it pass my lips. Until a minute later it finally comes. "Woah."

Tiffany let's out a tinkling laugh. "Right back at cha." She says with a wink, and turns half way around reminding me of the awaiting car, but still managing to keep eye contact only with me. "Are you ready to get out of here, and see what this night of new adventures has in store for us?"

I feel like I'm still in a daze as I take her hand in mine and give it a squeeze. "As I'll ever be. Ladies first." I wave her towards the open door, and help her take her seat back in the back of the car.

I don't waste a second of time jumping into the car right behind her, and closing the door. I barely have enough time to put my seatbelt on before the driver is pulling away from the curb. I'm curious about what she has planned for us tonight, but I'm not sure how to bring it up with her. Unlike the other clients I've been with since starting this job Tiffany is completely different from each of those women. I can already tell she is a lot more forward, and goes after whatever it is she wants. I'm just not sure how well she would appreciate me trying to take control of the situation, but I'll never find out unless I try.

"So, as you know I seem to be at a disadvantage here. I was given very little information about this date, and I bet that has something to do with your express instructions. Am I right?" I ask, starting off easy.

"Maybe." Tiffany says with a shrug of her shoulders, and shit eating grin from ear to ear covering her face.

I answer her sass with a cocky wink of my own before continuing. "Well then, do you mind if I ask where our first stop of the night is?" I ask, picking up her hand that's between us, and playing with the tips of her fingers while she thinks.

"Mhmm. That feels so nice." Tiffany says while looking at our joined hands. Before closing her eyes and laying her head back against the seat. "Our first stop is at a private dining room I booked for just the two of us. I thought a nice dinner would be the perfect start to a hopefully amazing night. How does that sound?"

It takes all of the self control I possess in me to stop the needy shiver from traveling across my heated body from her sensually moan. Instead I focus even harder on our joined hands, and give myself several moments to calm down before trying to answer her. "That sounds perfect to me."

Neither of us say another word for the entire car ride to the restaurant. About thirty minutes later the car comes to a stop outside of an upscale place I've never been to before. Before the car could even come to a complete stop I already had the back door open, and was stepping out onto the sidewalk. Only to turn back towards the car in the next second with my hand extended, so I could help Tiffany out of the car.

I placed her delicate soft hand in the crease of my elbow, like a true gentleman, and began to escort Tiffany to the front door. Actually, it was more like she was the one leading me. Anybody looking at us right then wouldn't have been able to notice just by looking at us, but I felt the way her nails dug into the tender side of my arm, how her body was solid as a rock as she moved, or how she was always one full step ahead of me without looking like she was.

Once inside we came to a stop about a foot away from a wooden podium standing in the middle of the entrance way. But, unlike with the other dates I'd been on I didn't take the lead when it came to talking to the metrosexual maitrede. I let Tiffany handle everything instead, and within seconds we were moving through the crowded restaurant to a secluded room in the back that was only for us.

Like any good Southern boy I helped Tiffany into her chair before walking around the table and taking my own. Neither of us said anything for quite a while after that. We spent a few moments smiling at one another, and staring into the others eyes, but nothing more. Truth be told I was so nervous and completely out of my normal comfort zone I didn't really know what I should do next. 

Thankfully Tiffany didn't seem to have the same problem as me. "So, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself Joe."

The conversation between us started off slow at first. I was guarded with my answers, not wanting to go too deep into my background, so I kept my answers simple and to the point. Although Tiffany seemed to be more generous with her answers at first. The longer I thought about them they were all as superficial as mine.

Like the fact she was almost eight years older than me at the age of thirty. She was an only child to much older, but significantly wealthy, parents. She was born in the city, but spent most of her time away at a boarding school overseas. Until she finally graduated from college, and came back to start her own club promotion business.

By the time we had gotten through an abridged version of our life stories we'd both finished our main course, and all the wine unfortunately. At least my nerves and strange feelings from earlier were gone, and I was completely relaxed for now. From the perfectly content smile on Tiffany's face I'd wager she's feeling about the same right then. Hell, the waiter coming back into the room carrying two delicious smelling desserts for us couldn't even break us from our good moods.

After the waiter left the room for the last time, Tiffany took a bite of gooey chocolate cake, leaving a small dab of frosting at the corner of her mouth. Before gracing me with her molting eyes, and holding mine captured within her gaze.

"So, Mr Black, now that the food is almost gone are you ready to see what I have planned for us next?" Tiffany purrs at me while rubbing her naked toes up underneath my pants leg, along the inside part of my calf.

I have to blink my eyes a few times before I'm able to break free from her gaze. I give my head a small shake to help clear my jumbled thoughts. Then turn back to Tiffany with the cockiest smirk I can make on my face. Before reaching across the table and gently taking the drop of goodness from her lips, and placing it on my tongue.

"What did you have in mind Ms Gudwell?" I ask, dropping my voice as low as I can. Hoping I sound more confident than I'm feeling at the moment.

Tiffany leans her upper body across the table towards me. Then grabs the end of my tie with her fingers, and gently glides them up the silk material. Until she's almost at the top, and then she gives it a quick tug. Catching me totally off guard, and making me move less than a foot away from her face.

"I won't say much, because I don't want to possibly give the surprise away, but I want to take you somewhere very special to me. It's a place I haven't told many people, or taken anyone else too." She whispered seductively across my parted lips before giving me a soul stealing kiss. Before letting me go moments later like nothing ever happened.

I look at her with complete wonder while I try to gasp in a much needed breath. This woman is like no other I've met before, and is quickly robbing me of all my focus. To the point where I can honestly say I have stars in my eyes.

"So, how 'bout it, Stud?" She whispers against my lips, and I know I'm a goner for sure.

Immediately I start shaking my head yes like a good little lap dog, and the vixen in front of me just smiles a viscous, yet victorious, smirk at me. Alarm bells began going off in the back of my brain, but I was so far gone to even pay attention to them. Instead I let Tiffany take me by the arm and drag me back through the restaurant, out the front doors, and into the awaiting car.

As soon as the driver closed the back door of the car behind us Tiffany attacked me. Hiking her barely there skirt up around her hips, before sliding across my lap, and sealing her lips closed around mine. TIme seemed to stand still as we explored each other in a frenzy. Both of our hands, lips, and tongues were moving around so fast it was hard to tell which body part belonged to who.

Tiffany and I were in our own steamy, passionate world in the backseat until the driver tapped against the back door window from the outside. Already signalling we'd reached our destination. Tiffany and I broke apart then. Both of us were gasping for air while she moved off of my lap and into her own seat. While pushing her dress back down to its rightful place. I kept my heated gaze on her the entire time waiting for her to give me a signal that she was ready. Before I opened the door myself, and helped her out of the car.

Once we were both standing along the curb I took a quick moment to look around. Noticing right off the bat that we were in some part of midtown, but each of the buildings along the street were currently under a massive renovation. Tiffany wrapped her arm around mine giving my bicep a gentle squeeze, and getting my attention.

"I know you can't tell much just looking at it now, but what do you think?" She asked, while motioning towards the three story red brick building in front of us.

I turned my gaze back to the building to examine it a little further. The first two floors had massive windows along the front. While the third floor looked like any other apartment building around the city. The top of the building had very distinct early nineteenth century architecture points. Truthfully I didn't know what she expected me to say, because it just looked like any ole building to me.

"It's going to look nice when it's finished I guess. But, why are you showing me this again?" I ask gently.

Instead of answering the question Tiffany just laughs. "C'mon, and I'll tell you once we're inside."

"Then by all means." I say curiously, and wave my other arm in front of us for her to go ahead.

Tiffany just smiles as she walks through the construction equipment lining the street and front of the building. Until she reaches the double doors at the front, and pulls out a set of keys from her small hand bag opening them. We take a few cautionary steps into the dark room. Before she let's go of my hand, and takes a step away from me.

"Stay right there, and I'll turn on the lights." I hear Tiffany say as she's moving across the room.

Seconds later dozens of recessed lights in the ceiling and scones mounted along the wall are turned on to a dim glow. Illuminating the half finished first floor of the building. I have to blink several times before my eyes can focus on my surroundings, but once they do I feel my jaw fall slack in astonishment.

Beyond the tarps draped across certain places in the room. Like the bar, stage, dance floor, and seating area. I can clearly make out several different wooden contraptions that are used for sexual pleasure that I've only ever seen in a porn before. Well I should say I've seen one of them used before, but not the other dozen or so that's lining the walls of the first and second floor.

What IS this place? I think to myself, but I must have said those words aloud, because Tiffany laughs as she walks back over to me, and comes to a stop in front of me.

"Welcome to Elite." She says with a big smile, gesturing to the rest of the room with her out-stretched hands. Then spinning in a circle. Before coming to a stop moments later. "I plan on making this club the best, most exclusive, sex club in the city. The client list will only be comprised of the wealthiest people in this city, and the staff will be utter perfection. I can't wait for this place to finally open up, so everyone else can be envious of my dream coming to life."

Tiffany isn't looking at me when she stops. Instead it looks like she is imagining all of those people's faces, and how they will grovel at her feet. I give her a few moments to finish living out the dream. Before letting out a loud whistle in amazement.

"Sounds like you've thought about this a lot then." I joke.

Tiffany turns her smiling gaze back to me, and shakes her head. "You have no idea. How about I give you the grand tour, and tell you all about my ideas for the place?"

"I'm yours, M'lady." I say with an exaggerated bow. Then hold out my arm for her to take.

Tiffany starts off by taking us around the main floor. Pointing out the already finished bar, stage, dance floor, and seating areas, but then goes into a little more detail about the pieces of equipment lining the walls. We walk up a grand staircase along the outer wall of the room to the second floor, and around the perimeter of the room. While leaving the center of the floor open to the first floor, and displaying an antique crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling.

My mind is spinning by the time we make it across the second floor balcony to another set of stairs that lead up to the third floor. As soon as we step out onto the landing I notice several different hallways full of closed doors, and there isn't a single identifying placard on or beside the doors to tell me what's on the other side.

While my attention is elsewhere Tiffany let's go of my arm, and does a little spin move, so that she is facing me. My gaze snaps back to her as she slides her arms up around my neck, and clasp her hands together behind my neck. Then she takes a step forward until the front of her body is touching every inch of mine. The primal look in her eyes did little to mask the hunger deep within, and caused the alarm bells from earlier to start wailing again inside my head.

"Oh how I wished my dumbass would have just listened to them!'

"I have an idea." Tiffany purrs against my parted lips. While her fingers play with the hair along the nape of my neck. Her touch instantly sends most of the blood in my body straight down to my thickening cock, and leaves me lightheaded.

"Instead of me trying to explain all of the different things I have planned for each of the rooms up here. How about I just show you?" She asks, then grinds her wet, hot core along my growing length.

"Hmm. That sounds like a lot of fun." I purr back at her. "As long as that doesn't include using any of the midevil torture devices you've already shown me." I say jokingly trying to mask my unease.

Tiffany lets out a twinkling laugh. Then moves one of her hands from the back of my neck, and glides it slowly down my chest. "You have my word. I just have one last question then before we get started."

I lift one of my eyebrows in question, and Tiffany answers it with a small, genuine smile. "Just for tonight, can you trust me enough to take care of your body, and give your soul the one thing it's been searching for without even realizing it?" She whispers before grabbing my entire length in the palm of her wandering hand, and squeezing.

My brain doesn't even think about her question, and immediately starts vigorously bobbing my head up and down. Tiffany gives me a blinding smile seconds before sealing her lips to mine. Then proceeds to rob me of all of my senses before releasing me just as quickly. She takes a few steps back, pulls a small piece of black fabric from inside of her purse, and holds it up for me to inspect.

"Do you mind if I blindfold you? I want everything from this moment on to truly be a surprise for you." She asks as she innocently glides the piece of fabric between her fingers.

"Sure." I tell her. Just about ready to give her anything she asks of me at this point.

She lets one end of the fabric go, and cups my cheek in the palm of her hand. "Good. Now neal so I can put it on you."

My body follows her orders without any thought from me. Falling straight down onto both of my knees, and holding perfectly still. While Tiffany slowly walks around me, and ties the black strip of cloth around my eyes. She doesn't say anything while she works, or after she's done and I feel her move back around to face me. She leaves me silently waiting for her to say or do anything for several minutes.

"Joe." Hearing my name fall from her lips has shivers going down the center of my spine. "There are a few things we need to go over. From this point on I am the only one in charge. If I ask you a question, or need to get my attention, you will do so by calling me ma'am, or Mistress. Second, if things get too intense for you while we are playing, then just say the word "RED", and everything will stop. As long as you follow my orders, and don't say anything back, you won't get punished. I know this is your first time doing anything like this, and I want to make it as special as I can, but just remember I will punish you if you disrespect me. Understood?" She asks in a much deeper, more commanding voice than I've ever heard her use until now.

"Yes, Mistress." I say testing the words out, and having to fight a smile from trying to show.

"Good Boy." Tiffany purrs. Then slides her fingers half way through my hair. Before tightening her grip until my eyes actually water, and pulling. "Now get on your hands, and crawl."

I follow wordlessly beside my Mistress for the night as we go down one of the hallways, and finally through one of the doors close to the end. I should be mad about my designer pants getting ruined at the knees, but my brain is so focused on the upcoming pleasure, the thought evaporates just as quickly as it came.

Once we cross over the threshold into the room, Tiffany pulls me a few more feet before letting my hair go, and commanding me to stay. I don't move from my position while I hear her moving around the room. Opening and closing drawers, then dropping a bunch of things onto something causing them to thump against the surface before landing.

"Stand up, and strip. I want to see every glorious inch of that hard body waiting for me to grant it some of my special pleasure." Her voice startles me from across the room, but I start moving before she even finishes talking.

I carefully unfurl myself until I'm back at my full height. Then I slowly reach back down taking both of my shoes off, and placing them neatly on the floor beside my feet. Next to go is my jacket, bow tie, and cufflinks. Before slowing my fingers down even more as I carefully remove each button from the holes along my shirt, but I don't remove it once I've finished.

Instead I move back down to my pants, and remove my belt. Sliding it through each loop on my pants just as slow as I did with the buttons. I can feel Tiffany's hungry gaze traveling across each new revealed part of my body, and I fucking love the head rush it's giving me. While also settling a lot of that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and giving me back a lot of my confidence.

I try to hide the cocky smirk from showing on my face as I place the belt on top of the growing stack of clothes, and bend all the way down to take off my socks. I hear her groan in disapproval, but not saying anything, and I can't hide that smirk any longer. Thankfully I was facing the ground, so she didn't see it.

Finally I stand back up, and let the white silk shirt gently fall from my shoulders. Before oh so slowly moving my hands down to the button holding my designer slacks in place, and resting my hands there. You could hear a pin drop from the anticipation mounting around us, and making it damn near impossible for me to stop smiling by then.

I keep Tiffany waiting for a very long minute. Until I can feel the air and mood starting to shift in the room. In seconds I have the button open, zipper down, then let go of my grip, and let gravity do the rest. Instantly causing Tiffany to gasp at the awaiting sight underneath, and filling me with an inner pride.

"Oh My Darling Joe! You have no idea how much a man that's not ashamed to walk around with his balls hanging out turns me on!" Tiffany says, each word sounding closer as she goes. Then when she's done she grabs said balls in both of her hands. Playing with, and moving them around.

Try as I might I can't stop the moan from somewhere deep inside of me from passing my lips. Tiffany's fondling and grip gets a little rougher once she hears how much I'm enjoying this. She gives each of them a few more moments of her time before releasing each one, and gliding her palms up my hard shaft. Then circling the head several times before releasing me, and moving away.

"I'm going to have so much fun with them!" TIffany cheered like a schoolgirl. Then went back to the serious voice she used to give me orders a moment ago. "I want you to take two steps in front of you, and turn to the left. That will put you dead center of a bed. I want you to climb on top, and lay down flat on you back in the center. Then put both of your arms above your head."

Giant butterflies are nervously flying around inside my stomach as I follow her instructions, and lay down on the bed. Seconds later I feel Tiffany's hands gently glide along the inside of my left wrist. Before tying some type of rope around my wrist with the other hand, and placing a chaste kiss on top of my flesh. Then without a single word she moves around the bed, and does the same thing to my other wrist.

Once the second rope is in place I give both of them a hard tug to see if I can get free, but the more I move the tighter the ropes around my wrist seem to get. I stop struggling after a few minutes, and try to focus on where Tiffany is now. I don't feel her around me, and I can't hear her breathing, but thankfully she starts talking.

"I must be one lucky one to receive a gift like you, Joe! Looking at you bound to that bed just waiting for whatever I have to give you has me so hot right now. Would you like to see for yourself Joe?" Tiffany purrs seductively.

I turn my head to the left towards where her voice is coming from, and lick my dry lips before speaking. "I'd be honored to see whatever you'd wish for me, Mistress." I say, having no idea where that came from.

Tiffany moans loudly. "Right answer Joe." She tells me as she climbs on the bed, positions her legs on each side of my face, and lowers her sex down onto my lips. Then runs her hands through my hair before grabbing ahold and grinding her naked, hot, juicy, sweet pussy all across my face.

As soon as that first sweet taste of ambrosia touches my tongue I close my eyes behind the blindfold, and moan. Her smell and taste is better than anything I've ever had before in my life! I could easily see myself living off of just that taste alone for the rest of my life, but if I just so happened to die right now, I'd die a happy man! I take the tip of my tongue, and move completely through her dripping snatch several times. Scooping as much of her honey into my mouth as I can. Before wrapping my lips around her clit, and sucking like my name is Hoover.

"OH Shit!" Tiffany gasps, and begins to grind her core harder against my face. I smile then lose myself in the task at hand.

I release her clit with a pop, then dive back in, and grab hold to her protruding clit with my teeth, and bite down gently. I feel a fresh drop of cream fall onto my chin from her soaked core, so I borrow my head further down between her legs, and thrust my tongue as far as I can inside her rippling walls repeatedly. I'm so caught up in the moment I even use my nose, like I would my fingers, to rub varying circles across her clit.

Tiffany's answering deep inhibited moan sends my blood absolutely blazing, and propels my actions up a whole nother speed. Only for all of my movement to falter a few minutes later. When I feel Tiffany wrap her hands around the base of my rigid shaft and squeeze. It takes me a second to snap back to what I was doing, but before I can continue Tiffany raises up just out of my reach.

"I must say Joe, your cock really is a fine work of art! I imagine it's a striking resemblance to how Michelangelo sculpted David." Her voice has a wistful quality to it as she runs her hands up and down my cock in admiration.

"Thank you Mistress." I tell her softly, almost embarrassed at the praise.

"Your welcome pet, but answer me this." Tiffany says to me before moving one of her hands, and cupping both of my balls in her grip. "Have you ever used a cock ring on yourself before?"

"Ugh." I stutter feeling like my stomach just dropped down to my toes. Before clearing my throat, and starting again. "No ma'am. I've never really appealed to me before." I speed through trying to hide the nervousness I'm feeling.

"Ooh! Well then, this will certainly be fun!" Tiffany says before ending our conversation by placing her cunt back on my face for me to eat. "Don't stop until I tell you to."

Tentatively I start circling the tip of my tongue around her clit. My brain is currently more preoccupied with what exactly she's about to do next to follow her orders with gusto right now! Then she releases the hand holding my balls, and I actually breath a little better. When another five minutes go by without anything else happening I relax completely, and throw myself into eating my late night snack.

"Fuck Me! That feels so good pet! Don't stop!" Tiffany moans out moving her hips wildly around, and thrusting her cunt further onto my face.

I feel her release my cock with her other hand, and start to slide three metal rings down the shaft. The first one gently moves past the balls, and comes to rest at the root. The second ring is small, and encloses both of my nuts at the top of the sack. While the third ring is the smallest of the three, and is wrapped around my cock in front of my nuts.

The strange, uncomfortable tight, cold rings around my sensitive bits makes me wince at first. Then the trapped blood turned my dick into a steel rod. I didn't even know my dick could even feel like that. But, then Tiffany swallowed half of my throbbing girth down her throat making fireworks erupt behind my closed eyelids.

"FUCK!" I mumble, thrusting my hips up, and my cock further down her throat. Before using my tongue to mimic my actions on to her own cunt.

Except I don't get very far before TIffany releases me completely, and sits up on top of my chest. "Bad Boy, Joe!" She scolds as she takes my wet cock into her hand and gives it a punishing squeeze. "Who's in charge here?" She demands, and moves up onto her knees taking her pussy away from me.

"You are." Gasp. "Mistress." I say, and place my hips firmly back on the bed. A wave of disappointment crashing through my system at having disobey, and causing this amazing, once in a life-time pleasure to stop.

"That's right." Tiffany purrs her approval. "But, I still have to teach you a lesson. I will not allow any sub of mine to top from the bottom no matter how small the infraction. So, as punishment I say we let that big, beautiful cock of yours watch at attention. While you finish giving me that orgasm you've been working so hard towards." She said gleefully as she dropped her soaking cunt back down onto my drenched face.

*~*~*~* END OF FLASHBACK*~*~*~*

If I would have known what saying yes to that woman, and exactly how much that one orgasm would change my life, I want to believe I would have stopped myself. I'd have found some way to superhero myself out of those ropes, jumped up from that bed, and ran for the door with my clothes in my hands.

But, I'll admit, I was still a naive, sheltered, little kid. That fell into the web of a vicious black widow. I was too far gone right from then! I thought I was stronger, but all it took was a woman's touch, and one mind-blowing, Earth shattering, orgasm. Except I didn't know then how bad I'd truly fucked up, and Tiffany made sure to play her part like an A-list Hollywood actress nominated for an Oscar!

It took me years, losing the people that I called family, and a shattered heart to finally meet the actual woman named Tiffany Gudwell. Once the illusion faded and the pedestal I'd always placed her on since the very beginning fell, I was a shell of a man. Hell, I still am! I just wish I knew how to get passed it all, and finally be free.

********Author's Note*******

Sooo...what do y'all think?

I know I kinda cut the good scene short, but I don't really like that character, so...yea!

But, on a more personal note I got a question for y'all..

Have y'all ever been out somewhere in public, and hear THAT person (the one person who you have more than a major crush on) call your name from behind you? Making shivers go down your spine, and turning you into a blushing, shuttering idiot.

Welllll...that happened to me this week, and for the first time since the world has turned on its head, I was beyond grateful to be wearing a mask!!

Comment and tell me if that's ever happened to you, or what you thought about the chapter. Don't forget to vote also!

Until next time My Loves!

Callie

P.S. UGH!!! FML if thing couldn't get any worse! I shatter the screen on my phone tonight. The shatter glass didn't save a damn thing this time!! WHY! Anywho, I just thought I'd let y'all know that's why I'm probably going to be late with my responses, but don't give up on me! Things have to turn around at some point...Right?!?!.