Dirty Bad Secrets (25 page)

“No apology necessary.” I could feel his eyes on mine through the hollows of the mask. “Are you alright, Faye? You seem a bit out of it?”

“I’m having fun,” I said. “I just lost my balance.” I let out a breath. “I’m fine,” I said, and I meant it. “Venetian masks can be a little disorienting for me.”

“Enough of them here,” he laughed. “It’s quite an affair, you should be proud.”

A shiver ran through me at his words. “Thank you. It was a team effort.”

He leaned in close as the track reached its crescendo. “No Andy?”

“He’s busy. In the office.”

“Shame, he should be out here.”

Yes, he should
. I didn’t voice it. “I hope he’ll be joining us later,” I said, and Masque nodded, pointing over by the bar.

“Talk of the fucking devil,” he laughed. “He’s right over there.”

***

Andy

Topaz smiled as she slid over a whisky, and her eyes spoke too much. Way too much.

“Is she upset with me?” I asked. “Clearly she is.”

“She’s upset,” she said. “She worked hard on this.”

“I can tell.” I took a sip. “Tell me, Topaz. In two years have you ever seen the place like this? This…
alive
?”

She shook her head. “No, Mr Morgan. Not in my recollection. We have heavy nights, and quieter nights but
this
night… this is something else.”

Bloody masks were everywhere, and it made it hard to see what the hell was going on on the dancefloor. Some groups had broken off alone, indulging in kinky filth games brought about by Topaz’s cards, but the main thrum was packed thick with revelling dancers. I could just about make out Raven and Cara amongst it, and a few seconds later I spotted Masque at the back, tall enough to see over the rest of the bodies. He was pointing at me, and I raised my glass, only for my breath to catch as I saw Faye alongside him.

I’d been such a fucking asshole.

I downed my shot and got to my feet, heading in her direction at the same time she headed in mine. We met by the playroom corridors, and I was already speaking as I reached her, blabbering a load of crappy excuses about workload, that she didn’t hear because she was blabbering, too.

We both stopped. Took a breath. And she took mine. She was radiant, stunning, fucking perfect. Everything I ever fucking wanted.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m really sorry, Andy.”

It took me aback. “Actually,
I
was going to say sorry. It’s me who should be sorry, Faye. I’ve been a sour-faced cunt tonight.”

“You have every right to be,” she said, sadly. “This club is a massive beast, I never really gave you credit for how hard it must have been to fly solo. I never even said thanks. So, thanks.” She smiled. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to say that.”

“Faye, look at this place. Look at what you’ve done here.” I gestured to the balloons all around us, to the crowd going wild. “This is amazing. It’s fantastic. You’ve done yourself proud, you’ve done us proud. I was just too much of a sulky, bitter sack of shit to give credit where it’s due. I’m not used to needing to, but that’s no excuse.” She pressed her fingers to her lips, and her eyes were welling, but she was smiling.

“That means a lot,” she managed, but her voice was thick with emotion.

I reached out for her hand, squeezed it in mine. “I’m proud. Proud of our club, and proud of you. I’m so proud, Faye. This is exceptional, you’ve brought the place to life.”

“And you,” she said. “This is our club, Andy, you did it too.”

I shook my head. “No, I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t even know how.” I risked a laugh. “You still can’t seem to get the fucking banking in on time, but I think I can let you off that.” I offered my hand for a handshake, and fluttery eyes met mine so nervously. “Partners?” I said. “Real partners. No stupid coin tossing, or tit for tat.”

Her smile lit up the whole fucking world. She took my hand in hers and she shook it well, just like she had when we first took the plunge on this crazy place. “Partners,” she said. “So, what now?” She looked me up and down. “Where do we go from here,
partner
?”

I smiled and let go of her hand. “I think it’s about time I contributed a little something to our big birthday bash, don’t you?”

It was all hands on deck to shift the crates, but we made short work of it. Champagne by the bottle, over two hundred of them, all lined up and ready to go. Topaz filled flutes, and Demelza and the other hostesses handed them out, and Faye and I did just like old times, we joined forces behind that bar, and we popped corks and lined up those glasses, and made sure our guests had a damn good time. Twenty bottles remained when the toasts were filled, and we dished those out too, handing them out to randoms on the dancefloor as Faye and I made our way to the middle of the throng.

“Wait!” she said, and she was off, darting back through the masses to our sweet little Topaz. She led her by the hand, delivering her at my side, and the poor girl looked confused.

“I need to be on bar…” she said.

I shook my head. “You can take five,” I smiled. “This is your club too, Topaz. It’s a celebration for all of us. Even spunky little barmaids who are getting a bit too big for their boots.”

She blushed and it was delicious, and on cue, the DJ announced the toast, the fourth year of Club Explicit and all its blissfully decadent filthy fucking fun.

We raised our glasses and the crowd went wild, and it really was a birthday to remember. They fired up the very first song we played, and Faye’s face was a picture.

“We danced to this!” she squealed. “Me and you! Can you remember?”

I leaned in close. “Of course I remember. How could I ever forget?”

And just like back then she was a livewire, a jumping, writhing, hot minx with her arms around my neck as she dragged me along with her euphoria. She grabbed a bottle of champagne from a passing Demelza and the crazy cow shook that thing right up and popped the cork so hard it bashed off the lighting rig, and how it fucking sprayed. It sprayed me, it sprayed her, it soaked poor little Topaz so badly that her peachy nipples darkened through her blouse, but it was awesome. Truly fucking awesome.

And then the floor was alive with bubbles and fizz as popping corks went off all over the fucking place and our dancefloor turned into a champagne fucking sea.

“This is a health and safety fucking nightmare!” I yelled, but she was smiling, pressing her soaking wet body to mine, scorching my skin through my shirt.

“I don’t care,” she hissed. “Kiss me, Andy, just stop talking and fucking kiss me, will you?”

“My pleasure.” She tasted of champagne and sin. She tasted fucking wonderful.

Topaz did a little whoop before she was swallowed up by the crowd, and the whole place went wild around us, but I was done here. I wanted more.

I took Faye’s hand.

“Everyone’s here,” I said. “Let’s go.”

Her smile was devilish. “Go where?”

I pointed across the floor.

“Are you serious?”

I nodded and dragged her behind me, picking up a lonely bottle of champers from the edge of the dancefloor.

As anticipated, the wet room was empty. I slammed her back against the tiles and her glossy red lips were ready to consume me. I tangled my tongue with hers, exhaling into her mouth as I pressed myself between her thighs. I was pent up, horny as I ground against her, and she was already wanting, tipping her head back and pinching her nipples through her soaking wet blouse. I tore the blouse from her and licked the champagne from her cleavage, pulling her corset low enough to free her pretty tits for me. And she moaned, oh fuck, how she moaned.

She hitched her skirt, and teased down her panties, and she was so hot for me, so fucking wet.

I was about to make her a whole lot fucking wetter.

“Stay still,” I growled. “Legs spread.”

I shook up the champagne and she squealed and flinched as I popped the cork, but it wasn’t aimed at her. Only the jet was aimed her way, and I aimed it good, sliding it between her soft pussy lips to spurt against her clit. She bucked and hissed, rubbing herself against the stream, and how glorious a sound it made, splashing down her thighs to pool at her feet.

“Drink,” she hissed, and she grabbed my head and pushed me to my knees. “Drink it from me, drink it from my pussy.”

She took the bottle from me as I began to lick her clean, catching all the beautiful droplets from her slick wet cunt and swallowing them down. She tipped the rest of the bottle over her tits, and the cascade soaked me, it soaked me to the skin, plastered my hair to my scalp and stung my eyes. I didn’t fucking care.

“Open wide,” she said, and I did open wide, tipping my head back to catch the final dregs from the bottle. She forced the neck to the back of my throat with a giggle, then made me suck it, and I was past giving a shit, lost in the insanity of Faye and her whirlwind of crazy.

“Good,” she breathed, pressing her clit to my mouth. “I fucking love you like this, Andy Morgan.”

I fucking loved her any which way she fucking came, and I was done fighting it. I’d have taken anything from her pussy right there, anything, on my knees with that gorgeous creature above me, needy and wet and glazed with lust.

Maybe the wet room wasn’t a Masque-only zone, after all.

And that’s when my good friend James decided to make an appearance. His pretty girl, Cat, was on his arm, and aside from a nod in our direction they were oblivious to us. Faye stroked my hair as she watched them, and soon I’d turned far enough to watch them, too.

Masque was on his knees, as I was, but it wasn’t a golden stream of champagne he was taking from Cat’s wet cunt, it was the real deal. She jerked in release, her face screwed tight with the feeling, and she was gasping, writhing, pressing his mouth to her pussy as she pissed straight down his throat.

Dear fucking God. It was disgusting, and intimate, and way too voyeuristic for fucking words, but the way he took it from her, his cock like a fucking beast between his legs as he chugged down on her filthy fucking offering, his eyes fixed on hers, needy, and desperate and hungry. Like she was a goddess, like she was everything.

Faye’s fingers were gripped tight in my hair, her whole body rigid as she watched the scene unfold. I got to my feet, gliding my hands all the way up her slick, wet body, and kissed her open mouth.

“I’ll do it,” I breathed, and felt her startle.

She pushed me away until she could see my expression. “You’ll do it?”

I nodded. “I’ll do it, and I’ll be real, on one condition.”

She looked wary, but smiled anyway. “What condition?”

I tipped her face to mine and looked right the way through her, right the way into those dark eyes and all their secrets. “I want you to be real, too.”

***

Faye

“Now?” I said, as he dragged me back through the club. “Are you serious? Right here, right now?”

“Everyone’s over there.” He gestured back to the main bar. “So, I’m hedging my bets that the playrooms will be relatively quiet.” He wasn’t wrong. He tried the door to playroom four, the only one with any privacy. “Perfect,” he said. “How about I get myself comfortable, and you go and get whatever devious fucking toys you’re determined to use on me.”

My smile must have lit up the corridor. “Really?”

“Really.”

He pulled me back by my elbow. “And Faye, one more thing.”

“Yes, Andy?”

He looked awkward, like the words were heavy. “This thing needs to be real for me, you’re going to have to push me. Do you understand what that means, Faye? Can you do that?”

I swallowed, but nodded. I knew exactly what that meant. “I can do that.”

“Good,” he said. “In that case you’d better get something that will do the job. I’m sure you have some ideas.”

I had a few. They made my tummy flutter. My clit, too. “I’ll see you in a minute.” I pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, and I was off before he could add any more conditions.

I grabbed my box of tricks from the office, checking to make sure the Emperor was still ready to go, and then I went through his selection. A decent cane and a strap, but they weren’t going to cut it, he was too used to them. He’d take a cane for a fuck of a long time, too long.

I needed more. I needed something that would break him, send him toppling over the edge.

I smiled when it dawned, but I was nervous. Really nervous.

I only hoped I could go through with it, enough to break him before restraint got the better of me.

I reached for his telephone handset, and took what I needed.

He was waiting for me, just as he said he would be. His belt was unbuckled, and his suit bottoms were ready to drop. He slid them down as I watched, kicking them aside with his shoes and socks. I placed my selection on the nearest bench, and put the staff key in the lock. We were in, just us, undisturbed until I decided we were done, and it felt like Heaven. I turned my attention to the perfect specimen of alpha male dominance before me, except now he wasn’t. Now he was all mine.

“Shirt next,” I said. “I want you naked.”

“As you wish.” He had to peel if off his skin, and it looked delicious. His skin was damp and hot, perfect for my touch. I ran my hands up his chest, all over him.

“You’re sure about this?”

“Perfectly,” he said. “I’ll do this, Faye, just tell me what you want.” His lip curled up. “I’m not promising I’ll be doing it again, mind you. We’ll have to see where this goes.”

“Deal. That’s good enough for me.”

I pressed my lips to his nipple. Nipped him just enough to feel him flinch. “You’re so beautiful,” I hissed. “Seriously, Andy, you drive me crazy.” He was nervous, it was in his eyes, and it made it all the better. “I’m going to enjoy this. You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy this. I’ve dreamed of this.”