Black N' Red

Diana and Lea had been waiting the whole week for that evening, preparing it and preparing for it carefully. Their wide necklines allowed to glimpse more than generously what their shirts barely contained, not so much for the exuberance of their curves as for their unconfessed desire, easily perceivable among their fatuous giggles, not to go unnoticed.

The place promised well, that night: more peculiar than the goth “Transeunt”, and more crowded than the Latino “Fiesta”, the “Black N’ Red” was known around as a softly transgressive place. Even though judging by the general cheerfulness and the kind of music spread by the speakers, despite its elegant décor, it could easily be taken for another Irish pub, which, at first, disappointed the two girls, in the mood for an entertainment a bit more risqué than usual.

Tilting brazenly forward the bursting unbuttoned balconies, they asked the waiter at the counter for two drinks and a piece of information: what the fame of the place consisted of and if and when they could experience it.

The steward, who, as the other staff, wore a wine-coloured waistcoat and on top of it a badge with the curious word “Teeth” written on, rapidly looked at them from head to toe and, as who is long accustomed to those provocative attitudes does, like thinking aloud, stretching his lips in half a smile, keeping his eyes low, “later” replied, “if you are patient”.

If that was an attempt to discourage them, that sentence gave the two girls the opposite effect and, taken by their cheerful curiosity, they made the decision, toasting abundantly, they would stay till late at night at the cost of getting there completely drunk.

The steward at the counter, behind them, kept serving other clients, always smiling like a trap, with narrowed eyes, and doing his washing, pushing and pulling trays in and out of the dishwasher.

Just before midnight, the entrance swinging door opened and let a couple in before whom both waiters in the hall, carrying their full trays and customers stopped to let them pass.

Diana and Lea noticed that strange behaviour and saw the two quickly disappearing beyond a heavy red velvet curtain.

So they turned back again, smiling and busty, to the steward, placing their lipstick-smudged glasses on the counter

“hey cutey, look, who are those two and where are they going?”

“Are you sure you want to know it, ladies?”, he replied, but the expression on the girls’ faces left no doubt.

“he’s the owner of the place and on that side, there is what we call the privè, an area of the room where it is possible to withdraw from the crowd of the hall and consume what you prefer”.

The two girls couldn’t resist the idea to enthral their colleagues by telling them about the most reserved area of a place already known for its gossiped fame. Yet, watching them, Teeth could easily guess an underlying different reason.

“How can we access the privè?”, Diana, apparently the most extrovert of the two, asked.

“It depends on what price you are ready to pay, my lovely ladies”, was Teeth’s ironic reply.

“Wasn’t the entrance for free?”, Lea, more introverted, asked, then.

“Nobody’s talking about money here, miss, but for any little mystery to discover there’s always a price to pay”, Teeth replied, laconic and incomplete.

“Do we look like we’re pulling back?”, said then Diana, ironically threatening.

“Actually not”, Teeth concluded, always smiling like a trap, then called out “Stick!”

The strange nickname flew over chatty customers' and staff heads to reach another waiter in a wine-coloured waistcoat and apron, looking like a kind of sommelier. A lean, dry and definitely tall guy. Was that the reason for his nick, the girls wondered, or because of another kind of stick, Lea added, bursting soon after in a laugh that didn’t go unnoticed by other nearby customers.

The guy called Stick turned to look at Teeth who simply added: “lead these ladies to the privè”. Stick looked at the girls, then again at Teeth, slightly tilting his head as he was not sure to understand. Teeth simply slowly nodded and the message was clearly received this time.

Waving to the girls, Stick moved towards the red velvet curtain kindly inviting them to follow him.

Diana and Lea screamed holding each other’s hands, twisting their fingers as if they had just won a prize, and then followed him.

Passing by the long mirrors near the toilets area they quickly checked their hairstyle, their dresses, their heels – Diana’s wavy and dark hair matched well with Lea’s long straight blond one, as well as Diana’s ebony skin was perfectly paired with Lea’s ivory. Then in a camaraderie fashion, they tightened around their hips exchanging a kiss on their cheeks that nearly became something else, accompanying everything with sharp and more than cheerful laughs.

Beyond the curtain, the darkness.

And their steps sounded on the floor, brusquely far from the noisy murmurs in the hall.

A door slightly opened at the bottom of the short corridor, letting light out. Another waiter in a dark suit asked Stick who the girls were and why they were there.

“Guests”, was the human perch’s answer, who spoke with a calm and deep voice. “Teeth send them”

The door opened wide letting the girls enter an entirely red-painted and lighted room, except for some small spots on top of half a dozen tables, many of them empty and in the dark. Sitting at one of the enlighted tables there was a woman in an elegant long black naked back dress. Even too elegant for a place like that, the girls thought, looking into each other’s eyes.

“She doesn’t know how to dress up to be seen”, Lea said in a low voice. Diana didn’t answer at that moment as she was wondering why the door of the red room was being locked from the inside and why so few people were there.

“So you want to enjoy yourselves, don’t you” a male voice spoke from a corner of the room left in the dark. “Teeth is my guardian at the entrance. He knows who let in here”, said the voice coming towards the light “and why”.

“You!” Lea just said, instantly recognising the physiognomy of the mysterious interlocutor.

“So we meet again, my little slut”, Daimon said, emerging in the light cone of a spotlight, in his dark pinstripe white shirt.

“No... no... no...” Lea started saying before something forced her to step back, dazed and confused.

“What’s wrong with you!” Diana asked her friend “Do you know this guy?”

“He... He is...” Lea tried to answer when Stick’s voice interrupted her.

“Is there anything else you need, Master?”, he asked, bowing

“Nothing, my friend, but a little privacy to spend some time with my old and new friend, here” looking back at Lea “isn’t that so, my dear?”, then sharply added “stay, however. I may still need you”

“As you wish, Master”, as it was the most natural answer in the world.

“And she... She is...” Lea was still babbling, suddenly petrified, pointing at the woman in the long black dress.

“Panther. My name is Panther”, she said, standing up and coming towards them, moving her uncovered arms slowly and sinuously.

“So you are in the mood for some fun”, she said, moving around them, catlike, while Daimon, smiling slyly, sat down at a near table, crossing his legs, making himself comfortable, drinking something from an elegant blue glass. Wine, perhaps.

“Maybe we ended up for a mistake at a private party. We’re sorry” Diana said, still trying to understand what was going on.

“No mistake at all”, Panther rapidly objected, “please, be our guests” then looking deeply into Diana’s eyes “wasn’t that what you longed for, tonight?”

Diana felt suddenly uncomfortable and embarrassed but Panther, like the predator whose spirit she embodied, left her no time to think.

“Touch her pussy”, whispered in her ear. Diana was astonished as if she was unsure to understand.

“Why do you think your friend is so nervous”, looking at Diana, first, then turning at Lea “Fear? No... She is simply excited. She knows what awaits her”.

Diana stared at Lea and realised that, whatever her first feeling was, she was now tightening her legs, pressing her own lower abdomen with tightening fists.

“What’s wrong with you” Diana blurted, “speak out”

“Isn’t that what you want?”, Panther was enjoying playing cats and mice, “Isn’t that what you’ve been thinking about all night, watching her dress wrapping her body?”

Daimon smiled, pleased.

Lea slowly kneeled, crawling towards Diana’s legs, who tried objecting while a strange agitation was painted on her face. Lea was raising her dress hem searching for her sex with a suddenly eager mouth.

“Lea! What are you doing?”, Diana’s inner struggle was visible on her face.

She was still trying to stop her friend, more and more weakly, indeed, when two pairs of arms took her from behind laying her down. Diana screamed.

“No worry!” Daimon said, “they will do nothing to you, my word”

Diana couldn’t see any faces as they were like moving in the shadow. Couldn’t see Daimon’s face either but she could swear he was sneering.

“Your friend will take care of you”, he said, adding in a low voice “unless you ask for more...”

Lea, moving like a giant spider over Diana’s body, grabbed her breast while reaching out her knickers, moving them easily aside. Now her tongue was inside Diana’s sex, licking her small lips, sucking her clit, swallowing the fluids she was already dripping.

“It is true, then”, Diana said, while her breathing became deeper and deeper, her legs were shaking on the floor and her hips pushed towards Lea’s mouth, “you’re really a slut...”

Lea lifted her face from her friend’s sex, her mouth surrounded by milky filaments

“You’re wrong”, she said, collecting her friend’s cum with her fingers and licking them, “I’m a whore and a cum eater”, diving her mouth back between Diana’s legs, leaving her breast only to finger her own sex and anus while licking on. The more Diana’s fluids filled Lea’s mouth the more intensely the latter pushed her tongue inside her friend's body.

Diana started moaning, spreading her own legs the more she could, while grabbing her own breast, pulling and turning her own nipples, trying to lick them with a crazy tongue, spitting on her fingertips when she couldn’t and spreading her own saliva making them even harder and sensitive.

She couldn’t keep her mouth shut anymore, seemed like licking and sucking the air itself, squinting her breast harder and harder, nearly crying for pleasure and pain while her sex was soaking wet and you could see her fluids wetting her thighs. Her face was eventually expressing all her uncontainable lust.

Lea’s face was impossible to define, so absorbed it was on devouring her friend’s sex, moaning within it and making her dripping even more.n her own sex was wide open and oozing fluids as a white cream dripped from her anus.

“Well, well, look at that, what a surprise”, Daimon said, then called

“Stick!”

Stick materialized from the shadow.

“Master?”

“We need help, I think. Let the sharks in”

“Yes, Master”

There were always customers in the mood for an easy fuck, there, in the main hall, as hungry as sharks. Calling them at the right moment was all they needed to get involved.

In a few minutes, Diana had two dicks pushing together in her mouth as she masturbated the other two, ready to explode on her breast.

Lea was quickly surrounded too, she found herself riding a cock spreading her sex while another was gaping her anus. When she received their double load she had such an intense orgasm that she rolled back to the floor. In a moment she was on her side, her mouth filled with two dicks, her sex taken and spread and her ass pumped hard as well.

Diana’s slit could not wait any longer, she rapidly took a dick inside which made her nearly cry for pleasure, while riding another one pushing within her ass. Her eager mouth was not satiated yet so she had three dicks alternatively pushing for the bottom of her throat.

It was impossible to say what made them enjoy the most. Both of them were now looking like experiencing a kind of long uninterrupted orgasm where every spasm made them just drip more fluids over their bodies covered already with sperm but though their looks were foggy they didn’t stop fucking... sucking... licking... longing to be touched, fucked, licked in any possible way.

Their skin was so warm you could nearly see them glowing in the dark.

Daimon left the red room through the service exit, after leaving one last order to Stick by drawing a circle in the air with a finger. Cleaning everything. Stick just bowed and waved.

Panther was beside him, walking in the cold air of the night. She embraced his arm, his shoulder, his side, getting her body and her warmth nearer and nearer to him.

Daimon sensed her inner fire, and hugged her, caressing softly her Mount of Venus with his fingertips, finding an easy way through the side gap of her dress. He stopped when his fingers found her skin and something liquid ran on them.

He smiled, delicately.

“What a pleasant show, don’t you think”

She stared at his brown eyes with her own, as black as the night.

“Do you think it’s because of them you find me like this?”

Daimon looked at her, carefully, waiting for tto answer of a not asked question.

“No, my Master”, she said. “It’s because of you. For you I’m always like this, and always w terribly slow kiss to the skin of her lips with the tip of his tongue. Electricity under the skin. Fingers that want to become claws. Skin longing to become a battlefield.

Much more than many, empty words.