Behind The Mask

6

Lance POV:

Wow, she is beautiful. That is great because that means she has been broken in. I usually do not go for women her size but she looks like she can handle the things I want to do to her. I will go for it. My last f**k buddy could not keep up with me. She kept complaining her body hurt after I f****d her.

" Would you like to go somewhere quiet?", I asked. I wanted to get her somewhere quiet.

So, I can figure her out. She might be the mole I need to get information on this organization and on Mistress Jackie. Kay walks me upstairs to a room that looks like its purpose is to confine the sounds of pleasures in between its walls. There is a California king-size bed in the middle of the room, with black satin sheets on it. The walls are covered with velvet wallpaper that is gold and black. The walk also has pictures of s****l positions. Positions I do not mind putting Kay in.

"Is this your room?", I asked.

"When I am here, yes, it is. You can take off your shoes and relax if you like", she said with a smile. She has a smile that will make a man give up all his assets.

"This is a lovely room", I said, trying to break the ice. I can tell she is nervous.

"Yes, this room was Mistress Jackie's sister's room", she said, with a hint of sadness.

"Seems like I finished my drink", I said to her.

"No worries, I can order you another. Can I get you some snacks as well?", she asked, smiling, taking my glass from me.

"Sure, order whatever you think is good", I said, undressing her with my eyes.

We sat and talked about random stuff. Kay seems really close to Mistress Jackie, which is good. She might be the perfect mole if only I could get her to be loyal to me and not Mistress Jackie. The food and drinks came from a man wearing a black bow tie, shirtless and only wearing slacks, with the same mask as the bartenders. Kay ordered chocolate cover strawberries, lobster tartare, shrimp cocktail, and some other types of food.

" Would you like another old fashion or something else?", she asked.

"Old fashion is fine", I said, watching her.

I watched as she made me an old-fashioned drink. The way she is moving is like a dance I want to be a part of. I watched her as she added two bar spoons of simple syrup, three dashes of bitters, and Bourbon to a large rock glass. Kay has made this drink before. She stirs gently until the level of the ice and liquid equalize.

Then gracefully add an orange peel over the glass, then add the peel to the drink as a garnish. I have never seen a drink made in such a s****l way ever. When she gave me the drink, I saw a credit card machine in the room. Then it came back to me that I was in a brothel as a client. So now is the time to start asking questions.

"How does this work? You know me here in this room with you?", I asked, taking a swig of the drink she made. And this drink is the best I have ever had.

"That depends on what you want. Depending on what you want will determine the price. I can take cash, a card, or both", she said nervously.

"If I wanted to sit, talk, and be in your present, what would it cost me?", I asked.

"On this night, to sit, talk, and be in my presence until the party is over will cost you twenty grand", she said.

"And how much if I want to pleasure you?", I asked with a smirk. I wanted to touch her and watch her come undone under my touch.

"You want to pleasure me? It is usually the other way around", Kay said with a giggle. Damn her giggle is sexy.

"Yes, I want to touch you, nothing more and nothing less. Name your price", I said in a serious tone.

"Touch me?", she said as a question.

"Yes, touch you sexually", I confirmed. I watched her as she thought.

"Thirty thousand dollars", she said.

"Deal", I said as I handed her my black card.

I watched her as she swiped my card and charged it the agreed amount. After I sign the receipt, the fun will begin. I took off my jacket and rolled up the shirt sleeve. She stands in front of me and looks just as eager as I am. I know just the place to touch first.

Karma POV:

Thirty thousand dollars to touch me is not bad. I know some of the other women, if they are making this much tonight, have to do a lot more stuff to earn it. I am nervous it has been years since a man touched me. Welp, he has already paid and we have a no r****d policy. But what if he does not like me? I asked myself.

"Stand in front of the bed", he commanded me.

I did and he walked over to me slowly, too slowly for my likening. More like a predator hunting his prey. He rubs my finger through my hair, making me moan. My ex never touched my hair because he never liked it in its natural state.

"I am going to take off your corset, Then I am going to take off your skirt", he said, and I nodded.

"Words, Kay, I need a yes from you. I know I already paid you to do this but I do not want to do something you are not comfortable with", he said, and that alone turned me on.

"Yes, L you can take off my corset and skirt", I said.

"Good, girl", he said.

He took off my corset. He must have done this before because he did not have any problem taking it off. When the corset came off, it felt like I could breathe again. L rubbed his finger over the impressions the corset left on my sides. L doing that sent shivers through my body. Next was my skirt and once it was off, he grabbed my ass and slapped it.

"Lay on the bed face-up", he said, and I have never felt so wanted in years. I look at him in the eyes, there is no disgust and no disappointment. All I see is want and a s**t load of it.

I did what I was told and lay on the bed face up. He takes my arms and puts them over my head. They gently slide his hands down each of my sides. He went for my breast, pinching my n*****s, making me moan and wet. L knows how to handle a woman. He continued to rub my body, making his way to my p***y, then he stopped and that made me frustrated.

"May I? I will not penetrate you, I just want to rub your clit", he said.

"Ye....Yes, you may", I said with a shaky voice.

I was very wet; he seemed to like the slick my body was releasing. L spread it all over my clit. He is rubbing my chest counterclockwise. Oh, s**t, this feels so good, like really good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

"Look at me", he demanded, and I did. Our eyes met, then I went.

"f**k", I yelled as my own o****m shot through me.

L was not done not by a long shot. She opened my legs wider and got closer to between my legs. L keeps rubbing my clit I am about to c*m again and he knows it. I look down and I see L is jerking himself off. Damn, that s**t turned me on more, my hips move matching his rubbing. f**k, this feels good. No man has ever made me feel like this EVER!

"c*m for me one more time, Kay", he demanded, and I did. I cannot believe my body listened to a complete stranger.

"f**k, you are such a good girl", he said as he came on the sheets.