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Envy
By
The
corset was pinching her ribs again. Jade navigated through the club
until she finally got to the bathroom. Thank God. No one was in there
for once. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her
almond-shaped-eyes were still ringed with kohl and her lipstick
wasn’t on her teeth. She wished she had something other than brown
eyes, but wearing contacts always seemed like cheating. She was a
little washed out, a little too pale, but not bad.
She
reached in front and untied her corset. The relief was almost
immediate. She pulled up the undershirt and looked at the bruises on
her ribs. Looking good held certain sacrifices, especially when
Mayhem liked corsets so much. Not that he’d ever paid much
attention to her, but a girl could hope.
She
looked at her breasts. They were full. They might not be as big as
some, but at least she could run without hurting herself. Guys always
seemed to want bigger breasts, but they didn’t have to live with
them.
Just
thinking about Mayhem made her nipples grow hard. Breathing hard, she
reached up and touched her right nipple. The electric zing went
straight through her body and made her wet. She closed her eyes. If
only she could have Mayhem once, she’d be a happy girl.
She
couldn’t stop thinking about him: What she’d heard about him, how
big he was, what it was like to lick the sweat off his stomach. It
made her knees weak.
But
she’d never get him. Mayhem was the god here. He had his choice of
any girl in the club. She was just one face in the hundreds that were
there each night.
What
she knew of him was that he’d started out as a boxer, ended up
making a crapload of money, and eventually opened The Inferno. The
Inferno was now one of the hottest clubs in New Orleans. Each room
was designed as one of the seven deadly sins. Mayhem’s favorite
room was Lust. So far, Jade had been too shy to enter there.
It
wasn’t the room so much, but the thought of getting close to
Mayhem. He was tall- over six-feet with short cropped hair that
usually had some sort of design carved into it. His blue eyes could
be playful or mean depending on his mood. His skin, while pale, was
always flushed red- at least it had been the times Jade had seen him
in person. It was good for Jade that he walked around without a shirt
most of the time. At least then she had the images that allowed her
to dream at night. Most of those dreams left her hot and panting.
She
knew her own ministrations would never be enough, so the dreams would
have to do.
After
righting herself, Jade left the bathroom, took a deep breath, and
entered Envy- the room was seemed to suit her best. She was just too
chicken to go into his domain.
Suddenly,
she felt a warm hand on her back.
“Now,
where have you been hiding?” the voice asked.
Her
heart hammered in her chest. She turned around. Her eyes met those
playful blue eyes. It was Mayhem himself.
She
swallowed. Too shy to speak, she pointed towards the bathroom.
He
chuckled and took her by the hand. “No more hiding.”
Then,
he led her through the room and into Lust. Unlike Envy where the
lighting and décor was green with various green-shaded velvet
cushions, Lust was a mixture of black and red.
He
led her to his table. It was a circular booth with the cushions made
of black quilted velvet. He glared at the women seated at the table.
They all shot Jade dirty looks, but didn’t do anything other than
that. They left, silently.
Then,
Mayhem motioned with his hand towards the table. Jade shyly slid into
the booth. Soon, he was seated beside her. The lights danced over the
bare flesh of his chest and down to the leather of his pants.
Jade
forced herself to stare at the table. She was too shy to do anything
else.
And
then, her chin was gently pulled away from the table.
“I’d
rather look at your face than the back of your head,” he said.
Jade
felt herself blush.
He
traced her face with his fingers. “You’ll not hide from me
anymore.”
Jade
shook her head.
He
began playing with the ties of her corset. She watched him,
mesmerized, as he untied it and her breasts sprung loose.
He
leaned forward and kissed her throat.
Jade
inhaled sharply.
He
raised her shirt and then froze. Gently, he touched a bruise. Jade
jerked slightly, the pain startling her.
“What
did that?” he asked.
“The
corset,” Jade whispered.
“If
it does that to you, why do you wear it?”
Jade
stared at him in awe. “Because I heard you like them.”
He
smiled and gently grabbed her breast. “This is what I like.”
He
lowered his head and placed her nipple in his mouth. Jade’s back
arched towards him. It felt so much better than she thought it would.
He
reached down farther and pulled up her skirt, then paused and
released her nipple. “May I?” he asked.
Jade
was just about overcome. Who said chivalry was dead? “Yes. Please.”
He
pulled off her panties and gently pushed her backwards into the
booth. Before she knew it, the slight stubble of his face was
tickling her thighs. She forced herself not to move. But, when he put
her clit between his lips, her hips bucked. She couldn’t help it.
He
chuckled. “A feisty one. I like feisty.”
Then,
he began licking her folds and Jade couldn’t stop quivering.
Her
eyes were closed, and suddenly all sensation stopped. She looked up
and Mayhem had a wolfish grin on his face.
“I
think that’s enough for now,” he said.
“What?”
He
leaned in and whispered in her ear. “You’re good enough to wait
for.”
Jade
was stunned, but happy. She wasn’t just a one night stand. This was
better. The promise of more to come was more than she’d hoped for,
and even if it was only a little at a time, she knew for once in her
life she was getting something she’d dreamt for, and it was
perfect.
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