Welcome To The Velvet Lounge

• Warning: This story is a fast-paced dark romance with sexual scenes, violence and death.. If this isn't your cup of tea that's ok but don't continue with the story.

Paris, France

The night was young, and Paris was alive.

The Eiffle Tower twinkled in the distance, casting a soft glow across the city streets as the jazz club, The Velvet Lounge, came to life. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation and desire. Vivenne stood at the grey black heavy solid oak door that stood between her and the devilishly alluring party happening inside. This was her first time away from home, her friends and her humdrum life in the small Alaskan town. As a graduation gift her parents had gifted her a 2001 Mazda Coupe, that she had secretly sold one year into college. It was an unnecessary expense that she could no longer afford and instead decided to have a summer adventure in Europe. What better way to break out of this repetitive funk she had been in? Yes, the hostel she was staying in was a bit run down but nothing that was a deal breaker in her eyes. Andrea, another girl staying in the hostel, told her about the Velvet Lounge, the lounge singer that reached into your heart and brought you back to life. Vivenne couldn’t pass up a chance to go. Now that she was here the light pink baby doll dress seemed out of place and anxiety began to creep up contracting her throat.

The bouncer’s eyes bore into her flesh until she finally had enough and spoke up.

“H-hi here’s my ID” the confidence disappearing in her voice with each word. But the bouncer opened the door a small crack causing her to rub up against him as she wiggled in.

“Everyone, put your hands together for the musical stylings of Ms. Amara Moon”

From the stage Amara Moon’s hypnotic song washed over the patrons like an ocean wave, her voice sultry and powerful as she crooned about lost loves and longing.

Vivienne stared at her thick and fiery red hair fell in loose waves around her small heart-shaped face, framing her full, ruby-red lips that seemed to beg to be unraveled at the seam. She was a vision in a flowing lace black dress that hugged her endless curves in all the right places, her body moving to the music with a grace that was both alluring and dangerous. Unlike this goddess that took the stage Vivenne couldn’t help but compare her lilthe body that now seemed boyish in comparison.

Heading to the bar to help with the nerves she took a sip of her champagne and felt the bubbles dance on her tongue, her gaze never leaving the stage where Amara sang. The club was a whirlwind of colors and sensations, from the smoke-filled air to the intoxicating scents of cocktails and cigarettes. Her petite frame swayed to the music as she sipped her drink, her brown hair falling around her face in soft waves. Her cares and senses slowly melting away with each sip.

Another drink appeared in front of her but before she could protest the bartender pointed to the end of the bar to a tall, lean man leaning on the counter, his mischievous smirk evident.

Walking over to thank him was the least she could do even if he wasn’t her type.

“Merci,” she whispered to the bartender, her fingers curling around the delicate stem of the champagne flute he slid across the counter to her. As she took her first sip, the bubbles tickled her tongue, and she couldn’t help but smile. This was it – her grand adventure, her chance to leave behind the monotony of life back home in Alaska and embrace all that the world had to offer.

“Enjoying yourself?” a smooth voice asked. She turned to find Xander leaning against the bar beside her, his piercing blue eyes locked onto hers. He looked dangerous, yet disarmingly charming, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that accentuated his lean, muscular frame.

“Oui,” she replied, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. “I didn’t expect to meet someone so captivating on my first night in Paris.”

“Ah, la Ville Lumière has a way of surprising us all,” he said, raising his own glass in a toast. “To new experiences and unforgettable nights.”

“Cheers,” she agreed, clinking her glass against his before taking another sip, her eyes never leaving his. The champagne warmed her from within, emboldening her to let down her guard just a little bit more.

As they continued to exchange playful banter, Vivienne couldn’t help but fantasize about what it might be like to kiss those lips, to feel his strong hands roaming over her body, their bodies entwined in a passionate dance fueled by lust and desire. She imagined his fingers trailing down her spine, sending shivers through her as they brushed against her most sensitive areas. The thought of her legs wrapped around his waist, their hips grinding together as they lost themselves in each other made her heart race.She shivered at the thought, feeling an unfamiliar heat building within her core.

“Are you cold?” Xander asked, concerned furrowing his brow as he reached for her hand. His touch was warm and reassuring, causing another wave of heat to spread through her body.

“Non,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly. “Just a little... overwhelmed.”

“Would you like to step outside for some fresh air?” he offered, his gaze searching hers for any hint of distress.

“Actually, I think I need to use the restroom,” she said, sliding off the stool and smoothing down her dress. “I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “I’ll be waiting right here.”

As Vivienne slipped away, she couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises Paris had in store for her – and what role Xander might play in them.

As Vivienne finished her business and washed her hands, she took a deep breath. The warm water felt good against her skin, but the cool air on her hands as she stepped out of the stall was even better. She dried them quickly and began to walk out.

Moments later she felt another presence. A stranger appeared behind her, and a warm hand wrapped around her neck lightly, exerting pressure that sent shivers down her spine. His intoxicating scent of sandalwood and vanilla filled her senses and mixed with the rich smell of leather from his jacket, creating an addicting aroma that wrapped around her like a veil. She couldn’t help but lean into him unknowingly, wanting more of whatever he had to offer. Although she couldn’t see him, she could tell he was tall and broad-chested.

Without warning, he pulled her into a dark closet filled with boxes and clothes hanging from a rack. The door shut behind them, leaving them both in complete darkness. Vivienne’s heart raced as he pinned her against the wall. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, as his fingertips moved higher and higher, stopping just above the hem of her dress. He paused for a moment, his hot breath fanning across her ear as he whispered, “Are you ready for this?” His voice was like velvet, barely audible against her skin. She gasped for breath, her body trembling with anticipation. “Y-yes, please” He whispered in her ear, “Such a naughty girl you are,” his deep husky voice sending shivers down her spine. His touch was electric, his fingers dancing along her sensitive skin with skill and precision. She gasped, her heart pounding wildly as he traced patterns on her sensitive skin, leading him toward her pearl. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, the delicate folds of skin quivering under his touch. Her breathing became more ragged, her body arching to meet his every move. The sweet scent of arousal filled the air, enticing him to go deeper, to push her further down the path of pleasure. His fingers plunged inside her, circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure, causing her hips to buck against him in excitement. The sounds of their ragged breathing and the rustling of fabric were the only sounds in the room as they gave into their primal desires.

His fingers left her and she felt a cold sensation before she felt the head of his cock press against her opening. She paused for a moment, thinking it might be too much, but then he plunged inside and she gasped at the sudden fullness. Her body stretched to accommodate him, taking him in with a groan. She pushed back against him, wanting more as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her. The wall behind her digging into her back as she bent forward from the force of his thrusts. Every inch of him filling her up, claiming her as his. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as she took him.

She arched her back, pushing herself further onto him, wanting more even as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking him for every drop of pleasure they could get.

Sweat beaded on their brows as they moved together, their bodies slick with each other’s fluids. She let out a high-pitched scream that echoed through the empty room, muffled slightly by the pounding music from the club below. His skin slapped against hers, loud and insistent, drowning out anything else that might have been heard. She could taste him on her tongue, salty and musky, as she kissed him hungrily, nipping at his bottom lip before trailing kisses down his neck. Her nails dug into his shoulders, drawing tiny droplets of blood, she felt her release come in waves, washing over her like a tidal wave. Her body tremored and shook with the intensity of it, her voice catching in her throat as she cried out his name.

“Goddess, yes!” he groaned, his own release following soon after hers, filling her with warmth.

As they clung to one another, their breaths steadying and their heartbeats syncing, she couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for them.

Her legs tremble as he placed her legs on the floor, pulling his head away from her. She caught her breath, leaning against the wall for support. Her eyes flutter open, searching for him, but seeing nothing but darkness. “Can you tell me your name?” she whispered but received silence in return. She felt around the space finding nothing but emptiness.

She feels a slight breeze brush against her bare skin, cooling her down after the intense heat they’ve just shared. She looks around, bewildered and slightly disoriented. Her heart races, pounding in her ears as she tries to process what just happened. The alcohol she’d consumed earlier makes her head spin a little too much.

Her mind races back to the moment before he disappeared;

Straightening her dress she opened the closet door and stepped back into the club.