Page 7 of Idée Fixe
“I’m shitting myself, brother.” I smirk behind the mask. Flicking the button on the side, the cross-stitch eyes and mouth light up a brilliant neon blue. I drag the black hood from my sweatshirt over my head and grab the black gloves from my back pocket. Pulling them over my hands and strapping the Velcro over the wrist.
Time to find my pequeña.
The moment I descend the stairs, the heavy metal music bleeds into the atmosphere and pumps through the overhead speakers, sending vibrations everywhere and my skin flows with adrenaline. The walls are painted black, scattered with neon paint and graffiti. Spray paint cans adorn tables for people to enjoy themselves and mark their territory while they’re here. Every worker here tonight will wear a mask, and the correct attire so they’re not confused with players. Since starting this business with Nix, it has become a fundamental rule that if you want to work here, for us, then travelling is mandatory. Mainly because we never go back to the same spot twice, and never have the same theme.
As I’ve stated before, this company is completely anonymous. The monetary value that we make from these elite parties allows us the freedom to build places, rent abandoned buildings and acquire specific land in certain areas so we are able to offer exclusivity to the people in attendance.
There are specific rooms built for activities that don’t relate to the party and in each of those rooms, lies all the necessaryequipment to make your enjoyment here memorable. You can come to our parties to play with each other and live out your desires in a controlled environment, you can request the help of one of the Caretakers here or, you can simply come and watch. Whatever your desire, if we accept you, the night is yours to do with as you see fit.
The initial buyers are always the first to be accepted, men and women from overseas who have specific tastes that are unable to be met in their own country. So they come here with the knowledge that over a single weekend, they can dive into every kind of debauchery they can’t at home. There is absolutely no judgement here, whether you’re married, gay, straight, whatever it may be, your privacy is of the upmost importance.
Stopping at the edge of the balcony, I scan the room. Looking at the people below and how they’re already enjoying themselves, does fill me with pride. Nix and I, worked countless hours to make sure this was an environment safe for everyone who came here. Some people here tonight, made sure they dressed up to match the fetish theme, some dressed casually and some wear clothes a lot more expensive. The difference is, everyone is equal here.
“Your girl’s here,” Z speaks from my earpiece.
“Give her a gold band.”
“So, the rumouristrue,” X chuckles. I growl in response, and he just laughs.
“Not that that’s any of your business X, but yes,” I breath. “She has particular tastes I’m interested in. So make sure everyone gets the fucking point.”
“Your wish is my command,” X replies sarcastically, and I genuinely hate his fucking tone.
Z whistles and I already know what’s coming. “Brother she is something else entirely. You sure you don’t want us to start heroff beforehand because if you could see the ass on that fucking… God damn.”
“Z, you’re walking a thin fucking line.” She was supposed to be mine way back when, and only now am I finally getting the chance to touch her. So hearing these mother fuckers talk about her that way is beginning to grind my gears. Even with my threat, Z continues flapping that jaw of his. One I’ll happily rip from his skull.
“When you’re done with her-”
Turning my head from the balcony, I press my fingers to my right ear. “What the fuck did I say!?” I shout. Already I’ve had enough of them. Ex military, just like me. I brought them in last year for security with a few others and since then, they have changed groupings and are now Caretakers.
It’s X that steps up to the plate now. “Come on, I’ve heard you love to share.”
“If you fucking touch her-”
“You’ll remove our hands, we know.” They respond in unison, barking out a laugh together and I know, even without seeing them, that they’re grinning from ear to ear.
Why the fuck did I hire them?
“She’s on her way in,” X cackles again. “She’s all yours, big daddy.” A ballad of laughter erupts from the earpiece.
I’m going to kill them.
Turning to the front entrance, I grip the steel railing and wait on bated breath for Cairo to walk through the archway and the moment she does, all the air leaves my lungs. Her pictures do not do her justice. I’m floored by what an incredibly beautiful woman she has turned into. Dropping her head back, she takes in her surroundings.
Her eyes darting from left to right, watching all of the performers and that stunning smile breaks out onto her face again; my chest aching to be the one who puts them there infuture. The more I watch her, the more I find myself hoping she likes it what we have done with the place. When she finds out who I am, I want her to be proud of my accomplishments.
It’s ridiculous really, I may not have found a man present in her checks, but what’s to say she’s even interested in pursuing things with me when I reveal myself. Granted, I didn’t set this up for her, but I’ll make sure this is better than she ever expected.
“You’re up boss.” Nix’s voice bringing me back into the room.
“Will you stop calling me that?”
“What do you want me to call you?” He asks, and I can already hear the cogs turning in his brain.
“Daddy? Big boy?” He pauses. “Oh, how about Mr Big Di-”
“I’ll pay you double if you shut up, right now.” I interrupt, groaning behind the mask because I truly wish I could hate him, but unfortunately it’s impossible.
