Page 29 of Devoured
He kept talking, first about the rest of the women working at the club that hehadtried, then making his way back to his failing nightclub. My ears were open, but my eyes were glued to Iris, watching her push the club member towards the private rooms. When he turned to the side to apologize to her, his cock obviously hard, Iris looked away, disgusted with him, and pointed at the door in front of them. He opened it, letting her inside first.
“Price?” Mills asked. Iris and Pee disappeared behind the door, and I shook myself out of the distraction.
“Yeah?”
“You ever submit? Bottom to a chick like that?”
Had I ever had the chance? No. Most of the time, my impulses were to dominate and destroy my desires, to use every last drop of a woman’s arousal for my own selfish needs.
But would I be open to kneeling in front of a woman like Iris in the future? If she got my dick hard, then why the hell not? Life wasn’t about titles and labels; it was about experiencing everything this fucked up world had to offer. If you were going to die tomorrow, wouldn’t you want to know that you had tried every last opportunity? Given it a chance? Seen, heard, tasted,felteverything?
“Not yet,” I said, my attention still focused on that closed door leading to the private rooms. “It was good seeing you, Mills. If you’ll excuse me.” I slid out of the booth and straightened my jacket. “I have some business to attend to.”
“Duty calls. I know the drill,” Mills said.
“Finish off that bottle for me, will you?”
He nodded and I turned towards the exit.
Iris’s apartment, and Dahlia’s old ‘office,’ was situated off to the side of the main building in a smaller, separate property. I had access to the apartment, and though curiosity urged me to pick through Iris’s domain, I had other pressing matters on my mind. The security cameras in the Terrariums, to be exact.
A few of the rooms had no surveillance, but Dahlia had been secretly adding security cameras to the rest of them, claiming it was for the servers’ protection, but secretly, it was also to keep them in line. As I was probably getting rid of the private rooms and remodeling them for different purposes anyway, I didn’t see any reason to remove them yet, especially when it came to something like this.
I flipped through the black and white images, settling on one of a room with a concrete floor and mirrors all around. Pee held open the door, letting Iris through. A bored expression rested on her face. She pointed to the ground. The door swung shut behind him. He lunged forward, his shirt pulling out of his waistband as he got on his hands and knees to kiss the tops of her boots.
He grasped her ankle, getting handsy with her boot, and she smacked the back of his head.
“Did I say you could worship my legs?” She tilted her head, and the man shook his head. “On your knees. Mouth open. Tongue out.” The man did as he was told, resting his weight on his knees. Leaning on one leg, Iris’s balance was impeccable; she slid the bottom of her boot along his tongue.
“How does that taste?” she asked.
“Like heaven, Goddess.”
“You’re so disgusting,” she said, tossing her head to the side. “Look at yourself,” she motioned at the mirror behind him. Obediently, he turned, facing the mirror. “You’re goddamn pathetic.”
That mirror. I remembered it. Dahlia had told me about it—a two-way mirror for voyeurs and exhibitionists alike. Pee must have liked being watched in his humiliation.
How glorious for me.
I tore through the club, going straight to the Terrariums. I paced down the hallway. The security guard greeted me.
“The two-way mirror?” He pointed to a door on the left. “Voyeur side?” He nodded. But the light on the door indicated it was occupied. “Kick him out.”
“Yes, sir.”
The security guard opened the door and gestured for the club member to get out. In courtesy, I turned away, waiting for the person to leave, though the beady eyes, like flashes of dark pellets, seemed familiar. The man went to the back of the corridor, perhaps to a different private room. I let myself in and thanked the guard.
Through the mirror, I could see that Iris was sitting in a chair now, her legs crossed as she looked down at the club member in front of her.
“Show me it,” Iris said. The man pulled out his cock, average in size but hard as a rock, and she put her heel into his ballsack. “You think that shrimp dick will ever please a woman?”
“No, Goddess.”
“At least you know that.” She folded her arms in front of her. “Can that pathetic little thing even come?”
“I can try, Goddess.”
“Then try,” she spat. She lifted her foot, putting the heel right in front of Pee’s face, and he closed his eyes, sucking on her heel as if it were her dick.
