Black Widow (6 page)

I shake my head in agreement and she jumps up and down, “Great. Now where’s your mask and purse before you change your mind again?”

We drive for a few minutes and after she parks we head toward a dark alley.

“Wait… Now this is really crazy. Don’t you know to stay away from dark alleys? Where are you taking me?” I was worried before but now I’m terrified. Everyone knows you don’t go down dark allies in any big city.

“It’s ok, it’s just down a little ways. There’s a bouncer standing at the door so I promise we’re safe. Now put on your mask.”

Taking a deep breath, I feel my hands start to shake and I can’t remember the last time I was so nervous and anxious at the same time. I grab my mask and slide it down my face. It’s soft and flexible against my skin, forming perfectly to my face.

I went with a black mask with an intricate design. It reminds me of the Hindu culture and henna designs, which I’ve always thought were very beautiful.

Tight swirls design the mask that covers half of my face, only leaving pointy, cat-like openings for my eyes and coming to a low point that slightly hangs off the tip of my nose. The top rides high above my eyes then dips low in the middle of my forehead before meeting in the middle with a crown like display that grows up my forehead.

Having the mask on helps settle my nerves tremendously and I’m suddenly very thankful for what I thought was a very crazy rule. Wearing this mask almost makes me feel invincible. Like I’m not even me, the woman who already gave her heart to the only man she’ll ever love. Now, I feel like I can be anyone I want to be, even the craziest characters in my favorite books seem possible.

The thought excites me more.

We come across a bouncer who stands tall, wearing a suit and a plain black mask. Becca smiles sweetly, “Hello sexy, I’m Baubo and this is my friend Eurydice.”

We had to pick “code” names and when I suggested using Greek Goddess names Becca was totally on board. When we googled for suggestions Baubo fit Becca to a T since Baubo is the humorously indecent Goddess who lifted her skirt in front of the Greek God Demeter.

Eurydice was a simple one for me to choose because it’s referenced in one of my favorite books,
The Edge of Never,
so it’s perfect for reliving my own book fantasies. Eurydice was the wife of Orpheus and after Eurydice unexpectedly died Orpheus played beautiful music, which allowed him to work his way into the underworld to bring her back to life. I know that is how Nick loved me and if I could play music to bring him back, I would in a heartbeat.

Music was our passion together. Now that passion is gone.

The bouncer finds our names on the list and opens the door, allowing us to enter a dark hallway. I hear people talking in the distance and we follow the sounds. My heart is racing and my chest is so tight, I’m having trouble breathing.

Becca turns around to me, grabbing my hand, saying, “Just breathe. This is your fantasy, remember?”

I do remember, and I envision myself as one of the heroines the first time they encountered their new sexual destiny. I try to really zone in on that thought and focus on what I’m about to see.

I turn the corner and it’s exactly what I envisioned a sex club to look like. The walls are painted black with black leather couches placed strategically throughout the room. There are areas set up with some walls in between sections but you can clearly see each zone set up like a scene for whatever sex wants to go on there.

I feel like I’ve died and fell into every sex club book I’ve ever read.

The room is lit with wall sconces and dim lighting overhead. To my right, I see a fancy bar with every drink option you can imagine. “You can drink in here?” I ask in surprise as I grab Becca’s arm.

“Yeah, but only a two drink limit. Just enough to calm any nerves and get you more in the mood.” She looks at me smiling, “You look like you could use a drink.”

I nod, “Nothing sounds better right now.”

“Nothing?” she smirks at me.

I laugh, hitting her arm, “I’m watching tonight, remember?”

“Yes, I hope you remember that, too. Unfortunately you haven’t filled out your membership info yet so even if you wanted to, you can’t. Sorry girl,” she taunts.

“Don’t worry. I know it won’t be a problem tonight.”

“Uh-huh, we’ll see.”

We walk to the bar where she orders two shots of tequila.

“Oh, no, I can’t do shots,” I protest.

“Come on, you only get two drinks. You need to loosen up. Just this one shot then you can get something you would normally drink.”

I shrug, giving into Becca yet once again. This is turning into a trend between the two of us. It’s amazing what this woman has gotten me to do in the very short time I have known her.

She hands me the shot and I go to take it when she stops me. “Um, hello! We’re in a sex club for God’s sake. Put on a little bit of a show for the men. You may not get fucked tonight but I fully intend to.”

I laugh, not sure what she has in mind but knowing I don’t really have a choice.

She takes the lime, places it in my mouth backwards so the fruit is facing her and slowly tilts my head to the side. Licking me slightly before she pulls back and sprinkles salt on my neck.

I stay, completely still, mesmerized by her motions and the way it felt when she licked my neck. We catch eyes and she winks as she leans in, licking the salt off my neck while moving her hand up my body, gripping my breast and holding on while she takes the shot with her other hand, throwing it behind me and then pulling me close, sucking the lime out of my mouth while grinding herself against my body.

I’m not a lesbian, by any means. I like dick, shoot I need dick, or at least my vibrator, which is the only form of dick I’ve had since Nick passed, but goddamn that was hot.

She pulls away from me and I have to admit, I’m sad she did.

She gives me a small smirk before I hear a man approach her from behind.

“I see we’re getting the party started off right,” he says in the most manly, deep, sensual voice.

I’m still in a haze from her kiss.
Wait, did I just say her kiss? Holy schmoly!

I shake my head, opening my eyes wide and that’s when I see him. He’s tall with board shoulders and he’s wearing a thin, black mask that wraps perfectly around his face, making his eyes nearly invisible. He has on dark designer jeans and a thin, dark blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Becca smiles at him, placing her hand on his chest saying, “Well, hello there. This is my friend, Eurydice. Eurydice I’d like you to meet.”

He interrupts her, holding his hand out to meet mine, “Eros.”

I smile, “Eros huh? That’s fitting.”

“And why do you say that?” he responds, lightly rubbing my hand.

“Eros is the Greek God of sexual desire.”

He tilts his head slowly up and down. “Why yes he is.”

“So are you just arrogant or can you prove your names worth?”

Becca looks at me, giving me a look that I know means she’s proud of me. Shoot, I’m proud of me. It’s this mask. I feel like I can be anyone I want to be and say things I’ve only dreamed I would have the nerve to say if I was ever in a situation like this.

“Well then. I think I have to prove myself to someone tonight,” he smirks the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen through his sexy stubble that covers his jaw line.

Becca interrupts us. “Sorry, Eros, but she’s not officially a member yet. Owner’s rules and all. If you don’t like it, bring it up with him. But she’s off limits tonight, only here to watch.”

He smiles at her, “Maybe I’ll just have to do that then.” He looks back at me. “That shot looked mighty good. Do you mind if I have a taste?”

Oh God, yes, please.
“By all means,” I reply with a slight smirk on my lips.

He grabs the salt from the bar and walks dangerously close to me. I lean my neck to the side, inviting him to me. He leans in, placing a sweet kiss on my neck before licking me slightly. I feel my body start to quiver and I swear I hear his breath shake.

He places a lime in between my lips before shaking a bit of salt on my neck. He pulls back to look straight into my eyes and stares for a few seconds before leaning down, licking my neck slowly from well before the salt to well after, then taking the shot and leaning in and demanding the lime from my mouth.

He sucks the lime clean before dropping it to the floor and pulling my body in tightly, kissing me, taking from me every ounce of breath I have.

Slowly, he lessens his kiss and his hold of me before pulling back, giving me a sexy smile and turning to walk away after whispering, “Thanks for the taste.”

I can’t help but keep my lips slightly parted as I lean toward him, wanting more and sad he’s walking away. I look over at Becca who’s smiling from ear to ear. She starts to laugh when I try to talk but can’t get the words out.

When I look back at him, I see a woman trying to get his attention and I can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s looking over at me. Not her.

Becca breaks my staring contest when she grabs my arm, “And that’s only the beginning. You’ll be begging to be a member by the end of the night. I promise you.”

I start to nod my head up and down, “Ok, for the first time I might have to agree with you on that one.”

“Yay! I knew my girl liked it kinky. Come on. Some people are starting a scene. Let’s grab you your drink and go find you a place to watch before I get me some.”

I turn completely away from him and order a Captain and Seven, which they serve in a tall skinny glass with two small black straws, before we walk over to a black couch with a few people in front of us, who are starting to strip each other.

I can’t help but glance around the room for Eros and I notice he’s still with the same woman, but if I’m reading him right, he doesn’t look too into the idea of being with her.

After Becca makes sure I’m ok, she walks over to join the scene that’s unfolding in front of me. Just like that. She joins them all having sex, like it’s a totally normal thing to do. I don’t have the confidence to join in on a conversation sometimes, and here she is joining a sex ring with people she doesn’t even know.

I sit quietly, shocked at where I am, hoping I’m not looking like the most prude virgin sitting here by myself.

I’m both very thankful and extremely upset with this rule that I can’t join in. Then I wonder how is it that I can be both upset and thankful for the same rule? If there wasn’t this rule could I really just walk up like Becca did and join them?

The answer is no. I couldn’t. I’d never have the guts to do that. The thought saddens me more than I’d like to admit.

What am I even doing here?

I bring my fingertips to my mouth and start to slightly tug on my lower lip when I suddenly feel the heat of someone sitting next to me. When I turn I see it’s him. Eros. And he’s alone next to me.
Where did the other woman go?

I drop my fingers from my lip and start to play with the straw in my drink, looking forward, watching the show unfolding in front of me.

There are three guys and three girls. Two of the girls have been stripped of their clothes and are starting in on one of the man’s clothes. Becca is lying down on the bed. One man is stripping her clothes while she already has another man’s dick in her mouth. She’s up on her elbow, leaning to the side, working his dick between her lips as the other man finishes taking off her skirt.

She’s completely naked now and the man leans in, licking her folds and the familiar ache in between my legs heightens as I continue to watch.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Right in front of me...

I close my legs tightly, shifting in my seat, trying to ease the need I’m feeling.

Heat starts to overwhelm my body and I realize it’s Eros; he’s sliding closer to me, pushing his body against mine. A shy smile slips from my lips before turning my attention back to the scene.

Becca is still on her back but now a female is straddling her face and the guy who was licking her before is now doing her slowly as he watches her devour the female. My vision locks on him as he slowly pushes himself in and out of her while she licks the woman who she doesn’t even know.