Masquerade (Chapter Two)

The door slowly swings open as he trudges in. Long week. He sheds his coat and pours himself a drink in an attempt to begin shrugging it off. Nothing but tonight matters now. The night he looks forward to every week. Friday night. Party night. Those few short hours every week when everything seems right in the world. And tonight promised to be even more interesting. Because his mystery woman is rumored to be attending the same party tonight. And as he thinks of this, his mind wanders back to that night. It seemed like an eternity ago that they intertwined themselves on the dance floor. Moving and swaying with the music, lost in a world miles away from those around them. It was those eyes. He can't seem to get those eyes out of his mind. Intoxicating. Like a shimmering sea of blue diamonds.

He changes out of his clothes and climbs into the shower. As the warm water hits him, another wave of memories rush back to him. The way her hips moved. The feel of her skin. The smell of her hair. The suspense was killing him. After what seemed an eternity he was finally ready to head out. Simple black. That was his look. He knew she would recognize it. Black pants, black shirt, and the same mask.

He hurries to the party. His friends. It's the only relief he gets every week. But this week the relief starts off sweet as he approaches the penthouse and hears Nickelback's 'something in your mouth' blaring through the door. Not a bad way to begin the night. He enters and seeks out his host. He finds him by the pool, not surprisingly with a kitten on each arm. They exchange pleasantries for a little while. The music changing several times (cycling through a variety of techno and dance beats) before he decides to make his way to the bar. With a wink and a sly smile he requests his drink from the woman behind the bar. Before he can start in on his drink, it hits him. The music changes, but that's not it. It's what it changed to.......that song........her song...........Personal Jesus. He turns. It is her. He spots her by the DJ booth. She hasn't seen him yet. He moves towards her. She's looking for him. He's behind her now, the intoxicating smell of her filling his nostrils. He grabs her wrist and swings her towards him. She lets out a small gasp but calms when they lock eyes. No words. Nothing to say. The eyes have said it all. Instantly he draws her in, kissing her deeply. He has waited a long time for that. He doesn't give her a chance to react. he swiftly leads her out to the middle of the floor. And in an instant, there they are. Back in that world. Somewhere between bliss and oblivion. He spins her around so she faces away from him. Instinctively she lets the music and emotion consume her. Her hips move and her body sways, driven by some primal nature. His hand move around her body as his body flows with the rhythm. Following the path she leads him down. He is on a higher plane now. Some previously unattainable level of ecstasy Before he knows it the music has changed and so to has she. He is starting to realize that he has released the tiger from its cage and will now embrace her power. She is facing him now. Staring at him with those eyes that seem to stare straight into his soul. Penetrating his very being. Her legs flies up and wraps around his waist, he pulls her tight and swings her around. She dips, then returns once more to gaze deeply in to his eyes. Her legs flies up and wraps around his waist, he pulls her tight and swings her around. She dips, then returns once more to gaze deeply in to his eyes. She pushes him down onto a leather couch. Letting out a sigh of pleasure she straddles him. There is no hiding his obvious excitement now. and she is making it clear that the feeling is very much mutual.

as she rubs her body against his, the excitement only builds. She smiles when she feels him grow harder as the anticipation builds. he can feel her getting warmer as he slides his hand along her long silky legs. she does this her eyes flutter for a moment and she lets out a deep moan of satisfaction. Then suddenly she stops, looks at him with that sly little smirk and slinks slowly to the floor.

Such a playful kitten she is.

She drops to her knees and rests her arms on the couch at his side. slowly she brings her head up between his legs. nipping at his pant legs with her teeth as she gradually makes her way back up. she stands and turns around. facing away from him now she drops to floor and swiftly stands up once again. then she leans over letting that tight ass tantalize him even further.

Ever so she lowers herself into his lap and the suddenly begins to rub once again against his lap. Finally she stands up and pulls him to his feet. once again they are moving and swaying with the music. but that doesn't last long. Soon he sees his opportunity. He grabs her, swings her around to face him. He pushes her hard against the wall, instinctively she swings her leg up around his waist. He slides his hand up under tight dress and firmly grips her tight ass. He plants his other hand on the wall, reaches in and kissing her deeply as she shoves her tongue into his mouth he begins to lose all control. He knows that he must act soon or he will lose it. With that he pulls back and smiles his own sly smirk. She raises her eyebrows in question. He pulls his keys from his pocket. She bites her lip. Should she? That's not the right question. There are a lot of things she shouldn't do. Does she want to? God yes. That's the right answer for the right question. She smiles and nods. He leads her to the door and they proceed to his car.

A BMW 750i. Wow, good dancer, attractive, and great taste in cars. She's thinking she's hit the jackpot. He walks her around to the passenger side and opens the door for her. Manners? This just keeps getting better. They pull away and as they start driving she realizes that they are heading deeper into downtown, home of high-end penthouses, luxury sedans and overpriced everything. Who is this man?

He notices her poorly veiled curiosity and smiles. As they make their way onto the highway that spans the city, he opens up all eight cylinders and lets all 400 ponies run free. The power of the engine sends a shot of adrenaline through her body. It intoxicates her nearly as much as the scent of his fine cologne. She can't stop herself from firmly grabbing his thigh, invoking a smile. Slowly she begins to rub his leg, groping ever so closely to his hard throbbing cock. This drives him to push the car even harder, pushing speeds in excess of 50mph over the limit. She lets out a delighted squeal, and gropes him all the more. He grabs her by the hair, pulls her close, and kisses her hard. This only increases her adrenaline rush even further.

He pulls the car off the highway. Dead center of downtown, outside of the most elite high-rise building in the city. He gets out and flips his keys to the valet as the doorman opens her door. With a wink and a nod he slips the elderly doorman a $100. His qualities keep stacking up.

'Good evening Mr.....' a uniformed girl in the lobby begins. He holds up a hand to calmly stop her mid-sentence. She nods, smiles, and walks away. They enter an elevator and as it begins its ascent, she leans in close to him, rubbing her hand across his pants. He wraps his arm around her waist, cups her head in his other hand and begins to kiss her neck, working his way up to nibble on her ear. This excites her more, and she rubs him even more intensely, feeling him grow even harder as she does. With that the elevator slows and comes to a halt.

Masquerade

There's a party going on...Later tonight. She can't figure out to wear. Ah, the decisions. Looking through her closet, she finally picks out a little black dress to match the mask that she bought earlier that morning. Simple really. The dress has thin straps, leaving the shoulders and neck bare, the top of the dress stopping at her bra line.It goes down to her mid-thigh, showing off her long luscious legs. Her black heals emphasizing her legs and ass even more. "That's good enough for a stupid party." She says as she lets her long hair flow down past her shoulders. "I don't see why I have to go to the party anyway..I won't know anyone there." Minutes later, she pulls up to the house. It's a nice little house. It's a small Victorian. Double doors, big windows, and a paint that looks to be a hue of green. She gets out of her car, and starts walking to the door. The music is blaring. Marilyn Manson's Dope show right now. She walks in. The hallway is crowded. There are people making out in the corner, people dancing, people drinking all around her. "Maybe I should just turn around and go home. I've made somewhat of an appearance." She says in her head. She walks into the Living room instead. The music changes, Manson's Personal Jesus is playing. It's her favorite song. She looks around.. slightly embarrassed that she wants to start dancing. Especially by herself. What kind of girl dances alone? Oh yeah.. single ones. She starts dancing.. slowly at first, trying not to get too carried away. On the other side of the room, there's a man in all black. Black pants, Black silk shirt, black jacket, anda black mask.. just like her. He looks around the room and spots the dancer. She's lovely. Long legs, Long red hair, she's somewhat athletic, and she moves like an angel. The sway of her hips, the way her lips part as she dances, her hair moving around her beautiful face. Perfect. He starts moving toward her. Wanting to dance with her. When he get's close enough, She pushes him away. She likes dancing alone. She's done it for years. Even took lessons. He keeps trying. Persistent man. She bites her bottom lip and pushes him onto a chair and moves toward him. She tells him to stay seated and changes the music to Rob Zombie's Living Dead Girl. Another of her favorites, and starts dancing. She gets close to him. Close enough to smell his cologne. Moving around him, only lightly brushing against him. Her leg touches his hand. A brush of soft velvety skin. He wants so badly to touch that soft skin again. She dances in front of him..only inches away from his lap. She moves her hips, brushing against his jeans. Her hips touch his arms, and he wants more. She moves away from him, and he takes that opportunity. He gets up and starts walking toward her. He takes her hand and plants a kiss on the back of it. She blushes underneath her mask. Making sure he can't notice. She continues to dance with him. She moves so gracefully around him,moving her body against his. He sighs with anticipation, every movement makes him want her more. This.. Mystery woman. She's starting to want him too...He's growing hard underneath his pants, and she can feel him becoming more and more ready with each movement of her hips.It's too intoxicating for him to stand. He grabs her wrist and turns her toward him. They're facing each other now. Their thighs touching as they dance. His arm around her waist, her breasts against his chest. It's getting harder for him to breathe. Harder to hold onto his self control. Her breathing gets shallow, she starts getting dizzy. Her self control is going out the window. Having him pressed up against her...it's...Heaven. She can't think straight. She wants him to make the first move. She gets her wish.; He spins her around and around, moving around the living room like they're in a ballroom. He takes one hand and massages the back of her neck, his thumb caressing her cheek. His right hand is still around her waist, holding her against him. He pins her against a wall, kissing her deeply and passionately. Letting his tongue explore her mouth completely.