Betrayed: Keeping her in the Dark Vol. 3 (23 page)

The furniture in the room was in groups. There was two groups of furniture that looked like a typical living room, then there were several large beds surrounded by comfy chairs and in the middle what looked like a stage. There were two men setting up some kind of shackling device on the stage, but neither spoke to me. I saw a women dressed in leather in the corner with a clip board in her hand. She smiled when she saw me but then turned and instructed 2 other men to do something in Russian.

I stood there not really knowing where to go or what to do. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Mr. Hastings, how are you? So glad you made it!” I turned to look and it was Randall, or Mr. J as he wanted to be called tonight. So many people at these kinds of parties didn’t use their real names. I should have been that smart.

“It’s good to see you, Randall. It’s been awhile,” I said.

“Yes it has. I think the last time I saw you was almost 4 years ago at that club…what was the name?” he stopped and thought for a second. “Oh, the Black Knight,” he recalled. I nodded having many fond memories of my time there.

“Well it seems we have both moved on to bigger and better things,” he raised his eyebrows at me. I knew he was referring to me buying my wife.

“It’s so quiet,” I said. “I thought this was a party?” He patted me on the back and we walked further in the room.

“It is, it is. But every guest was told to arrive here at different times. It saves us from too many people showing up at once and it looking like a party.” He laughed and pointed to a two long hallways on either side of the ballroom.

“If you go down these halls, you will find other people. There are private rooms, group activities, meet and greet…” he patted me on the back, “you have been to parties like this, and I don’t have to explain. Help yourself to anything or anyone you see.” He handed me a plain black mask. “The women dressed in pearl G-strings are all in training from the ‘Wicked Dominant’ club. They’ve been in training for several months. So feel free to use them as you desire. The auction will be in a few hours, until then, enjoy yourself my friend.”

“It seems very well planned. Sounds like this is going to be a very interesting night,” I tried to sound excited as I put on my mask.

“Well this is the first one of these I have done on my own. As you know I have made my fortune from restaurants and casinos. Loan sharking is a very good way to make money, my friend.” He laughed and lit up a cigar.

“But with the casinos comes illegal drugs, which does make money but also brings problems. Loan sharking has its problems too. And I don’t need any problems,” he blew out a large puff of smoke.

“Selling women doesn’t bring any problems?” I asked. He gave me a stern look. I thought I may have crossed the line.

“Well I’m sure it does but since this is my first time doing it I have yet to find out.” He pointed again to the long hall. “I will join you again later.”

 He walked away and a shiver went down my spine. The thought that that man really thought of me as his friend, someone with his same interests made me sick. But I knew I had to play a part or I would never be able to pull this off. It was going to be hard enough to buy more than one girl. So playing the part was very necessary.

I had been to private parties before. I usually enjoyed myself very much. Playing out scenes with a borrowed submissive and sharing my submissive with other Doms was always exciting.  When I became a member of 2 different dom/sub clubs, I spent most of weekends with a submissive. I tried to hone my prior cocky and dominant self, which was similar to my current cocky and dominant self.

 I put on my cold and indifferent face and walked down the hallway. I needed to find something to do that wouldn’t land me in divorce court or in guilt hell. After all the consensual part of this party was or use to be my scene. These types of parties use to be my form of entertainment.

After a brief walk through, I found a room with 3 large glass windows. Behind 1 of the glass windows there was a woman wearing leather spanking a man on his knees wearing a dog collar.  Behind the next there were several women were on a stage dancing while removing their clothes and masturbating. The spectators in the room were watching patiently. Behind the last glass window there was a woman with huge hooks in her back hanging from the ceiling. She was blind folded and there was a man sending electric shocks to her nipples. When watching wasn’t enough, the spectator had the choice of taking part in the scene or doing a scene in private with the performer. When one performer would leave the stage, another one replace her or him in some cases.

I turned the corner and before I went in the room something in another room caught my eye. I walked across the hall and entered another room.

The room was decorated red and zebra stripes, large candles and a strobe light in the corner. There was a woman in the middle of the floor on all fours giving a blow job to a man standing in front of her. She had a dog collar around her neck and was being held on a leash by a man behind her, who was also nailing her from behind. When my eyes adjusted to the lights and zebra stripes, I also saw another woman under the first woman with her head between her legs.

There was a small crowd in this room too. Some people were watching intently, some were acting on their own. Even though several women in this room motioned to me to join them, I went back across the hall to the other room.

I walked to the back and took a seat on a couch alone. After a few minutes I was approached by a young man wearing a dog collar with a chain connecting the collar to his crotch, and what looked like leather speedos.

“Well hello big fella, I’m Marcus and I am here to serve you, would you like a drink?”

He looked over my body and raised his eyebrows. “Or anything else?” I smiled a little. I’m not bi-sexual and I’m certainly not gay, but there is some pride in being found attractive by both sexes.

“Yes, can I have a bottle of water please?” He nodded and walked away. Before too long he returned with a bottle of water and a glass of ice and offered to pour the water for me. I told him it wasn’t necessary.

 He smiled and then told me about several offers he had been instructed to share with me. He sat down beside me, snuggled in close and started to whisper. I am not a homophobe either, so his closeness didn’t bother me at all.

“Do you see the couple over in the corner, the man with the jeans and white shirt with the chick on the floor with the dog leash?” he asked. I nodded and cringed. Nick had treated Norah like a dog. There seemed to be a lot of people here at this party with dog leashes. I wondered if the people on the wrong of the dog leashes were here because they wanted to be.

 “Well he wanted me to inform you, he would like to watch you fuck his little pet on the leash while she is shackled to a cross, after you act out a scene of course.” He laughed.

 “Of course,” I said sarcastically. He seemed to like my response.

“Okay, do you see the three women sitting on the couch in front of the stage?” I nodded. “Well they would like to act out a scene with you in one of the peep rooms.” I covered my mouth with my hand and nodded. “Then there’s Jeanne on stage. She’s one of the performers. She says she would like to please you. She didn’t get very specific about how, she just said please you.” I nodded again.

“Is that all?” I asked sarcastically again.

“Well if none of them interest you, you can fuck me, baby, or I will suck you off, whatever. Those eyes of yours could slice right through me. If I am right, then that bulge in your pants is at least 10 inches long and probably beautiful.” I looked at him and he licked his lips.

 “Well…” I paused not knowing his name and he kindly helped me.

“Marcus,” he said.

“Well Marcus, you were right about three things. I am not interested in any of those offers, my dick is 10 inches long, and I have been told it is very beautiful,” I smiled.

He bit his lip and let out a little whimper. We sat without talking for a bit and just watched the performers.

“Well if you don’t mind me asking, Mr. Big, if you don’t wanna fuck or play, why are you here?” I scooted away from him a little and crossed my ankle over my thigh.

“I’m here for the auction,” I huffed. He nodded.

“Want some fresh meat, huh?” I didn’t say anything. “Well you didn’t get it from me, but I have heard this selection is very diverse. One girl was acquired quite some time ago, and has been around the circuit, if you know what I mean. The other is in her early twenties and unexperienced, maybe a virgin, I’m not sure. But the last girl is the real prize of the sale.” He leaned a little closer to me.

“Rumor has it that she is only 16 years old, but Boss man is trying to convince everyone she is 17, almost 18.” As if having 3 women here against their will wasn’t enough, now I find out one is a minor. Great. He went on.

 “I guess they had a 14 year old girl up for auction and even the sick fucks that come to these things didn’t want her. Everybody thought she was too young.” I leaned away from him and tried not to act disgusted and play my part.

“Why? I thought younger pussy was better pussy? And sick fucks? Are you including yourself in that statement?” He stopped smiling and looked very serious.

“I’m gay, so any pussy old or young is not appealing to me. I am only here because I have to be. If I thought I could do anything about what was about to happen tonight, I would.” He got up and walked away.

 I knew my comment had offended him, but I felt good about it. He said he had to be here, and I wondered what he meant by that.

Maybe he was a redeemable person. Maybe he wasn’t as sick as the people here and if he didn’t approve of the auction, maybe he could help me. I also wondered if he was here against he will as well. I tucked that little bit of knowledge away and waited for him to bring me another drink.

After about 10 minutes I saw him making rounds again and I motioned him over.

“Mr. Big, do you need something?” he actually looked upset. I moved my finger so he would lean in close to me.

“Can you keep a secret?” I asked.

“Honey, I am all about secrets,” he said. I swallowed and decided to take a chance. It was a big one, especially for me. I never trusted anyone and I was about to trust a stranger.

“I’m here for the auction, but not the way you think I am.” He gave me a look. I wasn’t sure how to take it. “I don’t want the girls for myself. I want to help them. I don’t plan to keep them,” I paused to see if was following me.

“Help them?” he didn’t seem to get it.

“Yes. Help them. I’m playing a part, Marcus. Please trust me, as I am trusting you right now. I need to play this part in order to do what needs to be done to get these girls out of here.” I spoke through my teeth at a low whisper. His eyes widened.

“Get them out?” Then it clicked in his fruity little head. I worried just a bit that I may have confided in the wrong person.

“You’re Robin Hood…you’re Robin Hood for whores. You steal them from the rich and give them back to their families don’t you?” I didn’t answer but I did look at him.

“Oh, I am so in love with you right now. I knew you were a stud when you walked in, but now I know you are my hero.” I crossed my legs and cleared my throat.

“Oh stop it, Marcus, keep your voice down. I’m not a hero, trust me. But I might need your help to get out of here with all three of these girls. So if you help me, I’ll let you jerk me off later,” the last part was a joke.

“Really?” he sounded jovial.

“No, not really,” I busted his little bubble.

“Well I do understand something about playing a part,” he said.

“You aren’t really gay?” I asked.

“Oh no, I am. But I’m not this…” he cleared his throat, “gay.” I assumed he meant his flamboyance. Which I didn’t mind at all and found rather entertaining.

“You don’t act like this in your regular life?” I asked.

“Well it’s been a while since I’ve had a regular life, but yes.”

“Well that’s a shame,” I said.

Soon it was time for the big show and we were all summoned to the ballroom.

My heart starting pounding so hard in my chest I was sure someone could see it through my shirt. My palms became sweaty and I started wiping them on my legs as I walked.

I remembered how nervous I was before I bought Norah and I thought that was legit. I was under the impression her auction was a dark, BDSM, auction and the girls in it volunteered themselves. I was so nervous and excited I failed to ask the important questions.

Now here I was about to do the same thing except with full knowledge of what I was about to do. I was breaking the law. Good or bad it was still a crime. Buying a woman was against the law even if your intentions are good.

A hundred thousand thoughts went through my mind as I entered the ballroom. Why didn’t I just report this? Why did I have to get involved again? I was so worried about people finding out about Norah and now I was doing it again. Norah keeping my secret was one thing because we fell in love and she was now my wife.

But how was I going to manage to buy all 3 of these girls and convince them I was really a good guy trying to help them? Would they keep my secret? But more importantly, why had not thought of these things before this moment?

 I saw Marcus on the other side of the stage. We made eye contact but he quickly glanced away. I was losing my nerve and I needed help. I hoped I hadn’t placed my trust in the wrong person.

 I walked over to him and leaned into his ear. “Remember you and I are the same team, so to speak. Please ignore what I am about to do here, because I am going to need your help later.” I felt the need to warn him about my next course of action. He looked at me with confusion on his face, but nodded.

I took my seat, and Randall or Mr. J started his introduction. After he had introduced himself and thanked everyone for coming, he told us that after the auction there would be some entertainment. Everyone clapped. I looked around the room at the other bidders. I couldn’t see faces clearly because we were all wearing masks. Some of the people had on professional attire such as myself, some wore very provocative outfits and some were completely naked.