But I’ve stayed back and removed, and we carry on as professionals and friends when we’re outside the club.
The reason we want to go to the club tonight is because it’s the quarterly masquerade event. Four times a year, people dress in elaborate masks to give an air of secrecy, and help to entice new members to join because of the anonymity. It’s also where you will see some of the kinkiest, dirtiest, rawest fucking around, because there’s something about putting a mask on that empowers you even further. You’ll do things with that mask on that you wouldn’t ordinarily do. I know this for a fact as I’ve pushed my own boundaries at these masquerade events, even went bisexual on two notable occasions.
Not that I need a mask to be intimate with a man. It’s just that it’s normally not my preference, pussy being the queen of all that’s holy when it comes to me getting off. But the masquerade event is a time where I can veer off from my normal and try something different, and once it included having a guy give me a blow job and on another occasion, I fucked some dude. I have to say, I still prefer a woman’s ass to a man’s any day, but it was fun and I blew my load hard on those two occasions.
Avril asked me about the masquerade a few days ago, wanting to know if it was worth attending. I told her it was indeed, and some of that may have been self-serving. While I may never have my hands on Avril—which, let’s face it, that’s the smartest thing—I have very much enjoyed watching her in action. I’ve also very much enjoyed when she’s watched me. I’ve fantasized about Avril, but that’s about as far as it will ever get taken. She seems content doing what she’s doing, and well… I guess I am, too.
The Wicked Horse is packed this evening, but I expected it. I’ve got on a simple black mask and rather than wear my normal dress pants and shirt, I dressed down in ripped jeans and a tight t-shirt. Not that it will hide who I really am from those who know me well in this club, but for those who don’t, it gives me some power over them.
I find Avril in The Silo and she’s entranced by something happening in one of the rooms. She has on a gauzy white blouse that hangs off one shoulder, and a pair of shorts that reveal the bottom part of her ass. She’s got on a white lace mask over her eyes that would never do a damn thing to mask her identity from me. I know the shape of those lips and the curve of her jaw. I could recognize the lobes of her ears from a cold lineup. And that hair, with those bangs that hang just low enough to enhance her blue eyes, are all classic Avril to me and I’d know her anywhere.
Those gorgeous eyes are pinned hard to the glass before her. I had heard Jerico was going to have a sex machine brought in tonight and as I step closer, my groin tightens painfully by what I see.
Inside one of the glass-walled rooms is a machine that has a thrusting dildo that pushes through an opening in the leather seat. A woman is straddling the seat, and the dildo is pounding in and out of her. She’s magnificent in a complete headdress type mask of blue peacock feathers. I normally wouldn’t recognize the man in the room as he’s wearing a complete leather head mask, but I happen to know it’s Walsh Brooks. He’s the one who told me about the sex machine and that he’d be unveiling it.
My eyes cut to Avril as she stands nearer to the glass than me. By the way she’s shifting from foot to foot, I can tell she’s more than turned on by what she sees. The woman gets fucked by the dildo until she’s screaming out an orgasm, and then Walsh has her off the machine and pressed up against the glass window where he starts fucking her hard.
It’s erotic as hell and my dick reacts accordingly, although it really starts thumping when I see Avril reach up and tweak her own nipple in response. I stifle the groan that comes out but still mutter “Fuck,” to myself.
There have been many times I’ve wanted to fuck Avril, but it’s been easy to keep my distance because it’s a bad idea.
But if she were to turn and look at me right now.
If she were to beckon to me in the slightest.
I’d throw every principle out the window to get inside her.
I actually breathe out a slight sigh of relief when Kynan suddenly appears beside Avril. He didn’t even bother with a mask, which doesn’t surprise me. He doesn’t give a fuck who knows or doesn’t know him here. After a short whisper in her ear, she smiles up at him and nods. I watch them walk hand and hand out of The Silo, and yeah… I follow.
They end up on The Deck, which sits forty-six floors above The Strip. The flooring and walls around the deck is acrylic plexi thick enough to keep us safely suspended but clear enough you can see the dazzling display of Vegas lights all around and below us. It’s an adrenaline rush to fuck out here, especially if you have the slightest fear of heights.
I walk up to the bar and order a drink as Kynan leads Avril over to an acrylic chaise. It’s chilly outside, but The Deck is adequately filled with outdoor space heaters that blow deliciously warm air on your naked body. It’s still cool enough to pucker nipples, but the heaters make it completely comfortable to be naked out here.
Sucking whiskey through my teeth so the ice rattles against them, I watch as Kynan kisses Avril with knowledge. He’s had her more than once. In fact, he’s probably her go to guy. I sometimes wonder if she’s developing feelings for him, but she will also fuck other guys. She knows he obviously fucks other women, but it’s clear watching them both now… they do share a bit of a deeper level of intimacy than she shares with others.
When they’re naked, Kynan fists Avril’s ponytail and puts her on her knees before him. I love watching Avril be submissive, because it’s the antithesis of everything that she is. My fucking dick goes rock hard when Kynan takes her mouth, and he’s not overly nice about it.
But Avril’s turned on, and even though she’s struggling not to choke on his cock, I about lose my shit when I see her put her hand between her legs to play with her clit.
Christ, this was a bad idea. Tonight, I’m hornier than usual and I keep playing with fire the more I watch Avril.
I take another hard swallow of whiskey, intent on finishing it off and leaving. But when I lower the tumbler away, I find Avril’s eyes pinned on me while Kynan fucks her mouth. Her mouth is stuffed full of cock, but the way her eyes soften for a moment before they start to burn with a focused intensity tells me in one clear statement that she likes the fact I’m watching her.
It’s the same fucking look she gave Andrew that first night.
It’s also pointed because while she knows I’ve watched her before, she’s never given that look to me.
Kynan notices her eyes are on me, and he turns to look over his shoulder. His gaze focuses on me and his lips curl up into a mischievous grin. The fucker gives me a wink and then turns back to Avril while pulling out of her mouth.
Squatting down before her, he starts to whisper into her ear. The entire time, she never takes her eyes off me, but when Kynan finishes whatever the fuck he’s saying, she gives me a sensual smile.
My entire body tightens when Avril lifts a hand and crooks her finger at me, beckoning me to join them.
Beckoning me to get in on this action, and most definitely with her.
I should turn and walk the fuck away and do it quickly. I’ll explain to Avril later that it’s just a bad idea to cross that line and that we’d regret it.