Page 27 of Ruin
So I simply shake my head. “No, I misspoke. It was just about tonight.”
The look she gives me tells me she knows I’m keeping something from her, but we both return to eating and the conversation ends there.
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to return to the once simple relationship I had with Lily, or if things will forever remain strained between us. So far, I’ve kept her from seeing any of my more…interestingexploits. Just hoping I can keep it that way, even if it means I have to continue keeping her at arms length.
11
A GOOD GIRL
LILY
I honestly did intendto spend the evening in Sebastian’s suite. But when I watch several identical black Audi’s pull up from the window, each ferrying men and women in black, red, green and gold masks over their eyes, the curiosity I’ve been pushing aside turns into a burning need to know more. After weeks spent hanging out with Annika and the rest of the sex workers, my curiosity is overflowing about what is happening in the basement right now.
Last week, I’d found a service elevator that leads down to the basement that I’d not noticed before. I’ve spent hours exploring the mansion when there was no one around to talk to. At first, I’d stuck close to the library when I wasn’t in the kitchen, but slowly, as I became braver, I explored further. Security is tight here, and I’d discovered that the front entrance to the basement, which is accessed from a spiral staircase beneath the grand staircase, is almost always being watched by someone. But the elevator is concealed behind a hidden wall on each floor.
And no one seems to monitor it from the third floor.
Two days after making my discovery, when I knew there were no clients on site, I’d snuck down to the basement. I hadn’t gone any further than the door leading from the elevator, seeing only a large room with a massive bed on a small stage, several chairs and a bar stocked with alcohol. I’d noticed a hall off the other side, but hadn’t been brave enough to take a peek at the rooms where I assume the sex workers entertain the clients.
Dante, Sabrina and Kresta round out the rest of the sex workers who live on the same floor as Sebastian and Annika, along with Connell and the clubs only full-time driver, David. So I’ve gotten to know them a little during my time here. I’ve met Daniella as well, but she lives in her own place now, so I haven’t talked to her as much. Annika forces me to join everyone for dinner most nights, and they all seem welcoming. They all have that same natural sexual charisma that Annika and Imogen exhibit. Although Sebastian is still the king of them all when it comes to raw sexual magnetism. Even though he has clearly been avoiding being alone with me, every time we’re in a room together, I can feel it. It’s like everyone around him is pulled into his orbit, whether they realise it or not.
Only Connell seems immune, although that’s probably because he’s too busy trying not to show how much Annika’s presence rattles him. One day, I hope Annika tells me what the deal is between them, because it’s obvious to everyone that they are both underneath each other’s skin. Imogen said she’s known them for two years and Annika has barely told her anything, so I guess that’s just another curiosity I’ll have to deal with.
But the more time I’ve spent around everyone, the more I’ve felt my libido begin to wake up. I don’t know if it’s because, for the first time in years, I’m not living in a constant state of fear,or if it’s purely because I’m surrounded by people having so much sex, the building may as well be on fire. But there have been several nights recently where I’ve wished I had more than just my fingers to assist me in relieving the ache between my legs. I’m sure Annika would help me acquire a vibrator if I’d asked, but I’m still not comfortable talking so openly about my sexual urges. Ever since Joseph made me feel like a whore for simply asking to try something new, it’s been ingrained in me that my sexual urges are disgusting, and even though he’s no longer an issue, it’s tough to shake that feeling.
So instead of being a good girl and staying hidden away like I’m supposed to, I slip the red mask - that I had found a few days ago in a cupboard downstairs - onto my face. Then, with a racing heart, I head for the elevator.
When the elevator doors open into the small room off the main room, my heart is beating so hard and fast that I can hear it echoing in my ears. I’ve never been a risk taker, prone to bouts of anxiety even before my marriage, so I’m questioning my decision to come down here. I stand inside the elevator, biting my lower lip as I stare at the door that leads into the basement. I deliberate for so long that the automatic doors start to close. Before I can talk myself out of this whole thing, I slam my hand against the door and step out.
Knowing that a mask is only really a disguise in the movies, I’d curled my hair using the wand I’d borrowed from Annika a few days ago and applied a liberal amount of make-up, focusing on the eyes to make them look darker.
More seductive.
Less like me.
I’ve hardly worn any of the outfits that Annika had bought that day, which means that no one, except perhaps Annika, willrecognise me in the black and white lace corset top. It pushes my breasts up towards my neck, giving me cleavage I’ve never had before. If I hadn’t seen the guests wearing similar clothes, I would have felt very out of place. But something tells me my usual jeans and t-shirt attire would make me stand out far more right now. I’ve paired the corset with the tight black, leather pants that I had honestly never imagined wearing. The whole outfit is unlike anything I’ve ever worn, and I barely even recognise myself, which bodes well for my little act of subterfuge. I never would have been brave enough to wear anything this provocative in the past, but I have to admit, everything Annika said about clothes empowering us rings true. I feel sexier than I ever thought possible, which only emboldens me further.
A pair of blood red stilettos rounds out the outfit, and it’s these stunning beauties that carry me towards the door. Gripping the handle, I turn off the light in the room before pulling the door open slowly. Holding my breath as I peek out the small crack into the room, I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Music is pumping from the speakers, with only candles lining the walls and a few dim lamps to keep the room from complete darkness.
It’s almost impossible to make out anyones faces as they move their bodies provocatively to the sultry music playing. Knowing I’d be able to recognise Sebastian anywhere, I do a quick scan for a tall, lean man with black hair. Once I’m sure he’s nowhere in sight, I ease the door open further, just enough to squeeze out without anyone noticing the door opening.
Once I’m fully inside, though, I quickly realise that no one will notice my appearance. Because they are all very much preoccupied with their own activities.
Kresta and Sabrina are lying together, making out on the bed on the stage, both wearing the black lingerie that I’ve seen all the female sex workers wear. Neither of them are wearingmasks, so I guess the masks are just for the clients in attendance. With my gaze locked onto the women on the bed, I swallow hard as Kresta slips her fingers beneath the band of Sabrina’s G-string and starts fingering her pussy. Sabrina’s back arches off the bed and Kresta increases the speed that her hand is moving until Sabrina’s cries join the chorus of moans that fill the darkened space.
Around the room, people are grouped together. Some in couples, others in groups of three or more. And each group is taking part in various sex acts. Barely anyone is clothed, with others wearing, at most, skimpy underwear.
A few people are sitting around the sides, and I notice they are wearing red masks. I wonder if the colour of the masks signifies anything? If it does, I’m very grateful I’m wearing a red one, because the people in black and green ones are definitely far more involved than I’m prepared for right now.
I can’t see any sign of Annika or Sebastian, which is a relief, because I’m pretty sure they’d both recognise me straight away. I have no idea if Imogen is here, but as she’s in a relationship, I doubt she takes part in these events.
A man in a black mask joins Kresta and Sabrina on the bed, tugging Kresta’s body to the edge and holding her legs open as he dips his head down, licking her pussy slowly, while she closes her mouth over Sabrina’s nipple.
Still unable to look away from the erotic display before me, the throbbing between my legs grows steadily stronger as my libido kicks into overdrive. It doesn’t matter that I’ve come to know both these women over the last few weeks. Watching them get pleasured, and pleasure each other, is breathtaking, and given that almost everyone else in the room is openly watching them emboldens me. I move around to one of the arm chairs facing the stage and perch on the edge, watching as the man sucks on Kresta’s clit while plunging hisfingers deep into her pussy. Her back arches off the bed as she moans loudly. Another black masked man joins them, slapping Sabrina’s arse as she bends over Kresta, continuing to suck and lick her breast. The man behind Sabrina takes a condom from the outstretched hand of Daniella, who is standing off to the side. He quickly rolls it on before positioning himself so that he can thrust deep into Sabrina’s pussy. Sabrina lifts her head, her eyes rolling backwards as the man sets a punishing pace. Another condom is handed to the man focusing on Kresta, and once it’s in place, he bends Kresta almost in half and thrusts hard inside her.
This is sex like I’ve never seen before. My own experiences with Joseph and a few boyfriends before him have been lacklustre at best. All seemed to gravitate towards the missionary position, and not a single one of them gave a damn about my enjoyment. But these men… While they are fucking the women hard, they are rubbing their clits, massaging their breasts, doing their best to make them both moan loudly.
The throbbing between my legs is almost painful now, and I cross my thighs to attempt to ease the ache. But it doesn’t work.
