Marissa & Mr. White: (Sexy Contemporary Romance) (4 page)

I smile back. “Thanks, Harold. I really appreciate your faith
in me. I am forever grateful to you for putting in a good word for me for the
receptionist position in the first place and always being there for my mom and
me. I will take this position and do my best to be the best.”

“That’s my girl. I will be here for the remainder of this week
and reachable by phone and email at any time. You know I’m here for you regardless.
This week we’ll handle the paperwork and I’ll get you well acquainted with the
duties involved in being the assistant. Get your feet wet before the new person
gets here.” His slate gray eyes smile at me. “You up for the challenge?”

I let out a huge sigh. “I’m up for the challenge. My life
literally depends on this salary increase.” I stand. “I won’t let you down,
Harold.”

“I know you won’t let me down, kiddo. You never have.” He
winks at me.

I smile then turn to leave.

Monday will be the start of a new beginning.

Club Masquerade

 

Friday…

 

I race downstairs at the sound of my doorbell. It’s eight
o’clock, so it has to be Bianca. I open the door and Bianca is standing there
in sweats and a t-shirt. She has a small overnight bag in her hands.

“I come bearing gifts.” She smiles as she steps inside the
house.

“Bee, I know that I said that I would go but now I’m getting
very nervous.”

Bianca walks up the staircase towards my bedroom. I follow
behind her. “It’s natural to be nervous. But I’m going to be there with you,
Rissa.” She walks into my bedroom and tosses the bag onto my bed.

I place my hand to my tummy. “I wish I could get rid of these
butterflies.”

“See, if you were a drinker, this would be a perfect time to
have a shot or a glass of wine or something to take the edge off.”

“I know.” I flop down onto the bed. “So what did you bring?”

Bianca smiles as she unzips the bag. She takes out a black
lace teddy that looks like a one-piece swimsuit. “Is that for me?”

“Of course, my darling.”

I take the lingerie from her hand. “Umm, this may be a little
too provocative for me, Bee. I’ve never worn lingerie in my life.” I hold the
material up in front of my face. “Will this even cover my butt?”

“Just put it on. You’re thinking too much.”

I sigh.

“Rissa.” She gives me a warning look.

“Okay, okay. I’m going to wear it.”

“As if you have a choice.”

I roll my eyes then go into the bathroom and put on the
bodysuit. I was right. It doesn’t cover my whole butt. But I guess this style
of lingerie isn’t for someone looking to be too modest. I step out of the
bathroom. Bianca is already dressed in a similar outfit in blue. She looks drop
dead gorgeous. But she always looks drop dead gorgeous.

She looks back at me. “Oh my freaking gosh! Rissa…turn around.”

I do a slow three-sixty.

“You look dee-licious!”

I can’t help smiling. “Thanks, Bee. So do you.”

She reaches inside her bag and takes out two wigs. She hands
me the auburn colored one then proceeds to put the blonde bob wig over her
hair.

“You wear a wig?” I ask as I examine the long auburn wig with
thick fringe bangs.

“Yeah girl, I don’t want anyone to recognize me.”

I walk over to my full-length mirror and put the wig on.
Bianca helps me tuck my hair underneath. I’ve never worn a wig before but I
must admit, I look kinda cute and
different
.

Bianca gives her approval then reaches into her bag again.
“Here.” She hands me a purple masquerade mask with beautiful matching feathers.
“Try this on.”

I put on the mask then turn back to the mirror. “Wow.”

“Hot right?” Bianca moves next to me. Her eyes are covered
with a red and black lace mask.

“Definitely hot. We look so mysterious.”

“Mysteriously sexy,” Bianca says then blows a kiss to the
beautiful bombshell staring back at her.

I smile at my reflection. I never knew that I could look this
damn good. Wow. Now I see why men like to see women in lingerie. It’s extremely
appealing to the eyes. Very sexy.

“Now to top it all off.” Bianca turns to the bed and retrieves
a pair of black high heels from her bag. “Put these on.” She dangles the shoes
from her index finger in my direction.

“How high are those heels?”

Bianca shrugs. “About four inches.”

“No, thanks. I prefer two inches.”

“Let me be the
only one
to ever hear you say that.”

“What? Oh gosh, Bee. Leave it to you to make it sexual.”

She laughs.
“Let me clarify for all the pornographic minds in the room. I prefer two inch
heels
.”

“Come on, live a little, Rissa. It’s not going to kill you to
wear these shoes.”

“I’m already out of my comfort zone wearing this lingerie. Can
my
feet
at least be comfortable?”

“Suit yourself.” Bianca tosses the heels back into her bag.

I grab my black kitten heel sandals from my closet then put
them on.

Bianca gives an approving nod. “So tonight your name will be
Camilla, if anyone asks.”

“Camilla? That’s interesting. And what is your stage name?”

“Natalia.”

“Hmm. You kinda look like a Natalia.”

“Thanks.” She zips up her overnight bag. “So
Camilla
,
are you ready?”

I take a deep breath. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

 

 

We pull into the parking lot of a warehouse building. It’s
three levels and all the windows are dark. We find a spot close to the
entrance. A man dressed in all black that looks as if he drinks steroid shakes
for breakfast mans the door. Bianca turns off the car.

“So what do we do with our clothes?” I ask.

“We leave them in the car.”

“And walk outside with just our lingerie on?”

“Uh, yeah. Do you see anyone else walking around covered up?”
She points out the window.

I look out the window at the few couples and groups of single
ladies walking toward the club. They are all proudly sporting their lingerie.
Some women even have on thongs. Definitely more comfortable than I think I’ll
ever be wearing something in public that’s normally for private use. I’m not
the one that likes to draw attention to myself but I don’t think that I’ll have
the privilege of being invisible tonight.

Bianca and I discard our cover-up clothes. I take a twenty and
my driver’s license out of my purse then tuck it securely underneath the
passenger’s seat. I examine my reflection in the window when I exit the car.

“You look great,” Bianca says as she walks towards me.

“Thanks.” I manage a smile.

“You ready?” she asks.

I nod. Bianca hooks her arm through mine and leads me toward
the front entrance. The doorman with a no-nonsense look on his face welcomes
us. “Ladies, may I see your I.D. please?”

I hand him my I.D. while Bianca takes hers out of her
wristlet. Once he verifies our age he opens the door for us to enter the club.
I step inside then hand my driver’s license and money to Bianca to put inside
her wristlet. To my surprise there’s a “check-in” desk in the front area. Two
brunettes wearing black sequined masquerade masks and barely there lingerie
greet the guests. Clipboards and a stack of papers are on the table in front of
them. We walk over to the table and stand behind one of the couples with the
lady sporting a thong. One of the check-in ladies takes payment for entry into
the club.

“It costs to get in?” I whisper in Bianca’s ear.

“Only for couples and if you want to pay for a private room.
Single ladies are always free.”

Finally it’s our turn. Both ladies’ scarlet red lips part into
wide smiles. I smile back. "Welcome to Club Masquerade. Is this your first
visit?" the lady on the right asks.

I nod.

"Okay." She hands me a form. "This is a 'no
disclosure' statement. It's pretty much stating that what goes on here
stays
here
." She winks.

I look to Bianca and she nods. I sign the form then get my
entry sticker so that I can go in and out of the club at will. “Okay, Bee, take
the lead.”

Bianca smiles then enter through the heavy black curtains. I
follow close behind not sure what is waiting for me on the other side. My heart
races with anticipation as I let the curtains close behind me. To my surprise
it looks just like a regular lounge with a bar and a few couches and tables. A
handful of people are scattered around the spacious room, talking and drinking.
The music isn’t too loud, making the space ideal for socializing. There's a
decent sized dance floor, which features a pole on the far left side. A slim
chick in a red lace bra with matching panties slides down the pole and lands into
a split. One guy steps up to her and puts money in the front of her bra once
she gets up from the floor. She repays him with a kiss on the cheek before
twirling around the pole again.

“So as you can see, this is the lounge area where the club
goers can have a few drinks and get acquainted. There are restrooms over
there.” Bianca points to our right. “There are two floors upstairs. The second
floor is an open area with huge beds, some behind curtains and some in the
open. There’s also a large and well-equipped dungeon.”

“A dungeon?”

“Yes, a real dungeon. I’m not really into the Fifty Shades of
Grey type stuff but if you’re into being spanked, whipped and tied up then
that’s where you go.”

“I don’t think I’ll be getting spanked or whipped or tied up
tonight.”

“Hmm, tied up could be fun, actually.” Bianca looks as if
she’s really contemplating the idea.

“What did you do the last time you were here?”

“I came with Rodney. You remember Rodney?”

“Vaguely.”

“Yeah, well he only lasted a good month. But anyway, he paid
extra that night so that we could get a private room. We had a few drinks once
we got here, did a little tour, and then got down to business. It was fun…for
what it was. The private rooms are on the top floor. You have the option to pay
extra when you check in, however, if you’re a premium member then that’s
included in your monthly membership.”

“A monthly membership? Are you serious?”

“I’m serious.”

Who knew? Well it is a club so I guess it makes sense to have
a membership option. I shrug. Just then a guy in plaid pajamas with a potbelly
waves at me. I shake my head no, and inch closer to Bianca. Times like this I
wish that I did drink. I’m sure a shot of something would ease my nerves. “Bee,
I think I need to use the bathroom.”

“Are you okay?” She looks into my eyes with genuine concern.

“I just need a moment.”

She nods. “I’ll be at the bar.”

I turn to head to the restroom just when a large group of
people enter the club. They are laughing and talking as if this is their
typical Friday night outing. I try not to make eye contact although I know that
no one here will know me not to mention it’s hard to tell who I am with this
mask and wig on. I squeeze through the crowd and push open the bathroom door.
It’s empty. Great. I walk over to the sink and grab a sheet of paper towel from
the dispenser. I pat the sweat that has pooled underneath my armpits. I’ve
never been this nervous out in public in my life. Well I’ve never been half
naked with a mask on in a club full of strangers having sex either.

I don’t know if I can go through with this. Maybe just the
fact that I showed up would be good enough. Maybe I can leave Bianca here and then
come back to pick her up later. I’m sure she won’t mind. It’s not like we paid
to get in.

I exhale deeply and grip the porcelain sink as I stare at the
stranger in the mirror. How can I possibly go from being sexually inexperienced
to having multiple orgasms with masked men?

I’m just not ready.

I pass two giggling girls with half empty martini glasses as I
walk back toward the lounge area to find Bianca. Just in the past few minutes
the crowd has doubled in size. The lighting seems to have dimmed more than
before. I stand near the entryway and scan the room looking for a girl in a
blue outfit with an auburn wig. Not only is it much dimmer than when we first
arrived but now there’s this smokey haze. I’ll never find her unless I walk
through the crowd. I exhale deeply then take the first step toward the bar. I
say a thousand “excuse me’s” as I slide between the half naked people. My gaze
lands on a pale woman as she stands in the middle of two men. Her head is
thrown back in pleasure as the guy behind her plays with her nipples and the
other one has his hand between her legs. Her panties are pulled to the side and
he has three fingers inside her. My face warms as I look up to find the lady
staring at me stare at them. She smiles then bites down on her lower lip. The
guy in front of her notices that I’m looking as well. He looks at her and she
rolls her tongue across her top lip still looking at me.

I can’t move. Do I want to move?

He looks back at me and grins. Her long fingers with red
painted nails grips his shoulder as his fingers slide in and out of her faster
now. The faster he goes the louder she moans. The guy behind her now has her
full breast exposed sucking on her pink nipples. I watch her body move against
the guy’s hand. My body involuntarily moves in rhythm with hers as if we are
one. I can feel my own nipples strain against the fabric of my bodysuit as I’m
now wet with desire between my thighs. I can’t take my eyes off her. My nails
drag up my thighs as the lust intensifies. Our gazes are locked. Within
seconds, she climaxes without breaking eye contact. I let out a slow breath.
The lady smiles then blow a kiss at me. I turn away as I realize what just
happened.

I need to find Bianca.

I finally make my way through the crowd to the bar. No Bianca
in sight. Dang it. Where did she go? I’m hot. I need something to drink. I find
an empty stool at the bar and I slide onto the seat. My damp crotch reminds me
of just how aroused I am. I’ve never watch anyone involved in a sexual act live
before. I’ve watched a porno or two just out of curiosity but this was
different. This was…
better
.

“What can I get for you sweetheart?” The bartender smiles.

“Water, please.”

“Bottle or glass?” he asks.

“Whichever is free.”

He nods.

I take a napkin from the bar and dab away the sweat from my
forehead. These damn bangs from this wig are hotter than I expected it to be. I
gather my hair into a ponytail and sweep it over my shoulder. Ahh. It feels so
much cooler with the hair off my back. I normally wear my hair in a low bun so
I don’t really have to deal with it. The bartender returns with my glass of
water. He sticks a long black straw inside then walks off to attend to the next
customer.

I grab the glass of water and take a sip through the straw. My
eyes close as the cool sensation travels across my chest providing instant
relief. After a few seconds, I get this weird feeling that I’m being watched. I
open my eyes and find a guy in a white masquerade mask staring at me. I can
only see his mouth. And what a nice mouth it is. My gaze travels from his mouth
down to his well-sculpted chest then over his pronounced abs and down the dark
hairy trail that extends into his white silk pajama pants. His body shifts and
I immediately look up. He’s still staring at me but he’s now resting his
forearms on the bar. I can see his tattoo now that covers the top half of his
arm. Nice arms.

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