Bitten (Bitten By Lust) (2 page)

She looked me up and down, a sensual hunger in her eyes that I wasn’t expecting.

“A virgin? Perfect! Frankie, why isn’t she inside already?”

He shrugged,
his shoulders moving like mountains, “Doesn’t know the password Fantasia, you know I can’t let her and without a password.” He turned back to look at me, “This place is invitation-only.”

The blonde, Fantasia, made a pouty lip at him.
“But Frankie she’s so sweet. Let her be my guest tonight. It would be my pleasure.” She took her finger and drug it down my cheek landing only an inch away from my lips. She was so close now I could smell her perfume, a delicious fragrance that made my nose tingle.

“
Fantasia you already had two guests this month. Are you sure Jimmy will let you have a third?”

She laughed as if he had little control over her.
“Don’t you worry about Jimmy.” She winked at him as he opened the door and I followed her inside.

Taking in my surroundings I pulled out my
phone and began to type furiously. In the darkness I had to focus on walking so I wouldn’t crash and burn in my heels. My notes seemed difficult to read with my lack of focus. I would have to decipher it all later. There were beds lining all four walls and as we walked down the small flight of stairs into the open bar area I saw people doing things in public that I couldn’t even imagine doing my own bedroom. Behind closed doors was the only place I felt comfortable taking off my clothes yet there were couples here that were practically having sex on the tables inside secluded booths. Fantasia stopped to admire one especially good-looking couple. I could hear the woman occasionally cry out in Spanish as her lover nibbled on her neck and sucked on her ears. But it wasn’t until I noticed where his hand was that I understood her need to be so vocal. Thrusting between her legs his fingers were working her over, and hard. He continued to suck on her neck but just once flashed his eyes to us. I looked away for only a moment before returning to the scene. I felt my own breath quicken as I noticed her nearing her climax.

He started
talking to her in a rushed voice, “Come on mamsita, I’ll fuck you hard later if you come for me now.”

Holy shit.
That was hot. I had never heard a guy say something so erotic before, not in real life anyway. I couldn’t deny the heat spreading through my body. I had never watched anyone be so intimate, except for the occasional porn in college. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, it was turning me on. When the woman threw back her head in ecstasy and her brown curls fell along her shoulders, I realized I wanted to get a man of my own, and fast. Fantasia smiled and me and pulled me by the hand towards the bar. With lack of anything else to do I continued to follow her. Part of me felt like she owned this place, or perhaps the owner’s wife or girlfriend. But whoever she was, she was powerful and if I was going to get my story I needed to surround myself with people like her.

She leaned her one arm on the bar
, a beautiful gold bracelet dangling from her delicate wrist. It only took a moment before one of the bartenders came to her aid. Again confirming my belief that she was someone important.

“
What can I get for ya?” she asked me. “And don’t ask for a beer, you need some hard liquor in order to loosen up I can tell.”

“
An amaretto sour?”

She looked at me impressed,
“That’s a fine drink. Barkeep make it two.”

A
beautiful man with dark hair and dark eyes wearing a black T-shirt nodded in her direction. “Yes mam. Anything else?”

She smiled at him,
“Oh Javier, I didn’t know you were working tonight. Just put it on my tab and keep ‘em coming darling.”

When she turned back around all of her attention was focused on me. I tried to ignore her by looking around the room and listening to the soft music in the background.
It had a strong beat, it wasn’t jazz or something slow, but you could certainly hear more moans from the crowd than you could music.

“
So are you a reporter or what?” Her abruptness startled me. I quickly made eye contact with her.

“
How did you know?”

She laughed,
“Oh honey please. You don’t honestly think that people still go for the librarian look at this club do you?”

So I was caught.
“I guess not,” I confessed.

“
So how did you get stuck with this gig? I mean usually they send someone from the office who’s extremely attractive and would fit in great, or so they think. What they don’t realize is they’ve just given us a great new member and they never get a real story.” She laughed before adding, “So what’s your deal?”

“
This is just what was on my desk. I’m just here to do my job, I don’t want to become part of your club.”

Our drinks arrived and she down
ed hers before she responded, “That’s what you say now. But I saw the way you watched that couple.” She got closer to me and whispered in my ear, “You liked it. Deep down everyone’s a voyeur. Even you sweetheart.” She paused. “As a matter-of-fact, why don’t we go watch something a little bit more interesting? Something a little more exclusive?”

I chewed on my lower lip. I was already unco
mfortable, but part of me did want to follow her. Her presence was intoxicating and I felt like anything she said I had to comply.

I followed her to d
eep into the club and up a set of short stairs where we came to a long dark hallway. I could hear the moans on either side of me, people’s pleasures escaping their lips. Betraying their secrets.

We stopped a few doors down and I noticed that each
door had a window next to it. This one had the blinds open to reveal extremely well built man removing his clothes. He skin was a beautiful caramel color with dark brown hair just settled above his ears. A tribal tattoo wrapped around his well-maintained arm. I stared at him for a moment hardly noticing the redhead next to him getting down on her knees. Fantasia tapped the glass and they smiled at her. The woman buried her face between his legs and although I couldn’t see what she was doing, the muscles moving in his well-formed ass gave me a clue. He looked back at me and had the two of them turn so we could watch. He put his hands behind his dark brown hair and watched her work. Now the heat from earlier was spreading deeper into my core. All that I wanted was for the man behind the glass to screw me. Screw me until he could fulfill my needs, and watching the redhead, it wouldn’t take long.

Her lips curved around his thick cock moving back and forth with such force that I couldn’t imagine him lasting very long. I watched his chest heave and he breathed deeply enjoying her hot mouth. Soon she began to pull completely back, giving us a view of his fully erect member. She
spat in her hand and ran in along his shaft. He smiled down at her. I couldn’t hear what he said to her but she soon stood up and turned around to put her hands on the padded wall. She spread her legs apart slightly and he pushed her upper back with his hand so that her breasts pressed against the wall as well. His other hand wrapped around her small waist and his pulled her ass into him. Pushing his dick up in between her legs I finally heard her as a moan rang out.

“
Fuck me,” she screamed.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
The anticipation was killing her, killing me.

“
Fuck me harder,” she yelled as she waited for more. She pushed harder into him and thrust his pelvis against her ass. He pushed into her roughly, back and forth bringing her to the edge of her orgasm. My breath caught in my chest.

“
Beg me,” he yelled, “ask me if I’ll let you come.”

“
Please,” she pleaded, “please let me come sir.”

I watched intently forgetting Fantasia until she spoke.

“Hot isn’t it?” Fantasia smiled at me. “C’mon virgin let’s find another room.”

I shook the image from my mind
and focused on the task at hand. It was my job to find out the inner workings of this club not to enjoy myself, but I knew I wanted to know if she had an orgasm. Hell I was dying to be her. To feel that rush of pleasure through my veins.

I tried to get back to my job. It wasn’t easy but I thought a line of questioning would help.

“So how many people do you think are here each night?”

Fantasia’s heels clicked in front of me and I saw her delicate shoulders lift up
as she shrugged. “I don’t crunch any of the numbers, that’s not my job. That’s for the men to do. And I know what you’re going to ask next, yes this is completely legal. All these couples are consensual adults. No one is paid for what they do here.”

She was right, that
was my next question. But I had another one. “Do you ever get involved?”

She stopped and spun around
to assess me once more. “It depends.”

“
Depends on what?”

“
It depends on how delicious they are.” She winked at me before turning around and continuing to walk until we were at the end of the hall. There was a single door at the very end that wasn’t black like the rest. This door was the color of blood, a dark rusty red. Something suddenly felt sinister about this place. The laughter and the escapism of the club had fallen away and in its place was a dark foreboding feeling eating away in the pit of my stomach.

“
I… I think we should go back to the club. Maybe I’ll interview a few people and then I’ll be on my way.”

As I began to hurry away
I felt cold hands on my wrist pulling me back towards her.

“
Don’t be silly! This is the best room in the whole place. Reserved for only our most special guests. If you want your story, it’s in here.”

I locked eyes with her and I felt like she was drawing me in, she seemed
strangely protective. Maybe nothing bad would happen. But then I noticed something else different about this entrance. “Where are the windows?”

She smiled
with just the corner of her mouth, her red lipstick making it more pronounced against her skin. “We don’t allow people to watch our exclusive guests. We keep their privacy intact.”

I nodded,
in my foggy mind that made sense. She pushed in a code on the keypad on the door and pulled me inside.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when we entered the room but what I saw was not at all what I had thought. There were at least
fifty people dancing and drinking together in the dark room. There was a DJ booth up on the right-hand side above the crowd and red lights flashed down upon the throng of people. Fantasia had to yell to get my attention, “I hope you like to party!”

She pulled my hand again to
move us to the middle of the dance floor where people half naked were grinding seductively. A man came up to me within seconds and put himself behind me pulling my hips against his own. The DJ started to play some new music, and I considered pulling away, but I didn’t feel in control of myself anymore. I felt like I was drugged, like I was watching all of this from another view. Almost like a movie of my own life. I could hear more moans of ecstasy coming from the crowd as the man used his hand to push down my back so that I would be looking at the floor. He put his hands along my shoulders and held me there. For the first time in my life I felt like the world around me didn’t matter. I wasn’t in control, but I wasn’t sure I didn’t like it. I kept my hands out in front of me, worried I would crash to the floor if he let me go. He slammed his pelvis into me again and again with the beat of the music and when he pulled me back up I was breathless. I never turned around to see his face, but when the song changed he walked away. I saw him from behind dancing with someone else. For a moment I thought I saw him sucking on some girl’s neck. But it wasn’t in a sensual way, it seemed stronger, more purposeful.

I moved away from him and the rest of the people. I
searched for Fantasia but I couldn’t find her so I moved out of the throng of people to the side against one of the walls to further assess the situation. I thought about dancing with that man, I had never behaved that way before. It was so foreign to me, I thought YOLO for a moment and pulled out my phone again. I was beginning to take notes again when someone approached me. He was a younger guy, probably just a little older than myself, wearing dark jeans and a black sweater. It was a little warm for winter clothes but he looked sexy as hell. And he knew it.

“
Would you like to dance?” His clear blue eyes were intoxicating. I was drawn to them, but I needed to get back to work and I didn’t allow myself to waver.

I smiled at him,
“I’m fine thanks.” I looked away continuing to type about the music and sort of people around me. Business men dancing with girls half their age, a man with dreads sucking on a girl’s neck, and party girls hopping around without tops on.

He moved in front of me to block my view of the dance floor.
“Oh really? Because I swear I just saw you dancing with someone else. And he’s definitely not as good of a dancer as I am.”

I laughed,
he was a charmer. “Really?” I thought about it for a moment, I had just danced with someone else, that really wasn’t my style. He looked at me again, this time coming so close I could smell his body spray. There was something in his eyes that set my skin on fire. Maybe I should give him a chance. “I guess you will have to show me those moves.”