Hell's Gate: Amelia (2 page)

“Hey! Ghost or not, you need to pay for that,” Lila proclaimed.

“Give her a break. She’s hasn’t had a drink in eighty-five years. Anything she wants is on the house tonight,”
Tig
said. He took Amelia’s hand and led her into the fray of grinding people. The manger whirled her around and then dipped her. A gleeful noise slipped through her lips. Gravity threatened to pull her to the floor even though she was in the comfort of
Tig’s
arms. It wasn’t something she was used to. He pulled her up and her head spun. She closed her eyes and tried to get her bearings while
Tig
led her from the dance floor.

“Thank you for everything,” she said. Amelia sucked in a breath, feeling her lungs expand. Taking in the air, she held her breath just because she could.

“You’re welcome. I’ll talk to Leah about setting you up in a room downstairs. You should have one while you’re flesh.” He walked her over to the stairs and left her by the foot fetishist enclosure.

Amelia smiled and took in everything around her. The noise hurt her ears, but it was a good hurt. With so many people surrounding her, she had forgotten what it was like to interact with others. Being alone so long on the other side, she wasn’t sure where to start.

“Hey, honey. You looking to get your feet wet?”

A woman beckoned her into the roped off area where men were waiting in line and others were on their knees worshiping the women’s feet. Amelia had seen her around the club before, but hadn’t interacted with her. The attendant’s red hair was pulled back into a bun. She wore a short, blue vinyl dress with thigh high, leather boots.

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Come on, honey. Women tell me it’s the best experience of their lives.”

Amelia twirled her finger around her shoulder length, black locks. Once she realized what she was doing, she stopped.
I thought I got rid of all those quirks.
Her gaze darted at the couple of empty seats and the men who were eagerly waiting. They all seemed to have good intentions, and if anyone got out of hand they were booted from the club.
Why not? I’ve been dead for almost a century. Now it’s my time to live.
Have to take advantage of it while I can.
The light reflected off her new ring and reminded her of what
Tig
had said. He didn’t know how long the spell would last. It could fade at dawn. She smiled at the other woman.

“Sounds fun.
It’s been a while since I’ve taken a walk on the wild side. Let’s see where this goes.”

Chapter Two

Barrett stared at the woman who had just entered the foot fetish area. His mouth dropped. She wore a blood red dress with a plunging V neckline that showed off the dip between her breasts. Her long arms were bare, and her black hair spilled like ink on her pale skin. Her dress fell to mid thigh, showing off her beautiful, fishnet clad legs. Her calf was perfectly shaped from the pumps she wore. The thing he loved most was the vintage fishnet stockings with the long seam running straight down her leg. The glimpse of her black garters was something he craved to touch when she sat down in the burgundy velvet chair. His cock grew rigid as he looked at those beautiful legs.
If she has such wonderful legs, then her toes have to be just as magnificent. Please pick me to worship them.

The only reason he came to the club was so he could indulge in his fetish. It wasn’t something he ever admitted to outside of these walls. Hell’s Gate was his refuge. The haven had saved him many times in the past when it was too painful for him not to worship the arch of a woman’s foot.
The tender skin on the sole and the beautiful painted toenails.
It didn’t matter to him if women adorned their nails; it was all about their feet. Barrett shivered when he thought about his obsession. The attendant, Mistress Sandra, made sure no one got out of line. He was granted fifteen minutes, and if he wanted more, he had to wait in line again. Thank God he had just been brought in a few minutes before. Mistress Sandra whispered in the new woman’s ear and pointed out the three men who were waiting to be chosen. He bit his lip, the anticipation wound his stomach in knots. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Barrett absently wiped it away, hoping not to disturb his blond hair. He didn’t want to ruin any chance of being chosen.

Mistress Sandra raised her hand and beckoned him over. Relief flooded his body. He got up and then knelt before the woman.

“This young man is one of our regulars. He’ll treat you right. Barrett, this is Amelia. Say hello.”

He glanced up quickly and was struck dumb by those intense blue eyes he locked his gaze with. Never before had he seen anyone with such vibrant cobalt eyes under long lashes. After Mistress Sandra coughed to grab his attention, he remembered his place and dropped his eyes. Barrett studied the design of the red shoes before him. The toe was rounded with a slightly curved, square, three inch heel. A slim piece of leather rested against the top of her foot and buttoned on the side of her shoe. Amelia’s shoes didn’t appear to be modern. By studying her whole outfit, it seemed to him that she had stepped out of another decade. Then again, the people who came here were all trying to be someone else. Just one night where he could step away from his real life and express himself was a godsend.

“Barrett, aren’t you going to introduce to yourself to this nice woman?” Mistress Sandra urged him.

He peered up again and forced a smile. Barrett switched his gaze from the redheaded vixen who watched over the area to the raven haired beauty who had chosen him to adore her feet. “Sorry. I’m Barrett.”

“Amelia.”

“Now, that’s settled. You two can work out what you want. I’ll come and get you when your time’s up.” Mistress Sandra walked to the other patrons who were waiting in line to come into the foot fetish area.

Barrett waited a moment before looking up at Amelia again. She flashed him a nervous smile. “Is this your first time doing this?”

“Is it that obvious?”

The corners of his mouth turned into a smile.
“Yeah.
It’s okay though. I won’t bite your toes.
Unless you want me to.”

The laugh that trickled from her lips was intoxicating. It sent a quiver down his spine and seemed to wrap him in a spell. At that moment, he would do anything this woman wanted of him. Not because it was her first experience with foot fetishists, but because she was beautiful and unique. He couldn’t put his finger on it.

“No biting please. What do you want to do?”

“Can I take the shoe off from your right foot?”

He studied her pale face and didn’t see any creases of makeup when the lines formed on her forehead. She was just naturally white. He could see the spider webbing of blue veins through her translucent skin. A dimple appeared in her chin when she sucked on the corner of her bottom lip. Barrett waited patiently for her to answer. He didn’t want to spook her because this was her first time. Their encounter could get pretty intense if she wanted it to. For now, he wanted to start slow.

“Okay.” She finally relented.

Barrett took her shoe and slowly eased the button through the hole of the strap. He took a moment to admire the feel of the silky pump. When he inhaled, he smelled the leather. His dick shifted, but he pushed his own desires aside and slipped her shoe off. His fingers slid over the smooth heel of her shoe. They had been worn a lot. Up close, the small grooves from the worn in leather were visible. He figured they must have been her grandmother’s. Setting the shoe on the floor before him, he gently took hold of her foot. Through the stockings he saw her dainty toes.
Of fuck.
She has amazing feet. I want to take those babies between my lips and dart my tongue along her toes to see how she tastes
. A shiver of pleasure gripped him, and he had to remain very still before he lost control. Losing control with Mistress Sandra was an automatic expulsion from the area, and he would be on probation for three months.

“So what do you want me to do?” he asked.

“What do you normally do?” The uncertainty in her voice made him yearn to please her more.

He ran his finger along the arch of her foot. Amelia jerked slightly from the light touch. He glanced up at her and saw the wavering smile on her lips. He grinned back and watched her expression. Barrett applied a little more pressure to her instep. When her eyes widened, she wasn’t feeling ticklish any longer. As he pushed this thumb into her arch and dragged it along the bend of her foot, a small groan came from her lips. Her pale skin took on a pinkish hue. The more he touched her foot, the more Barrett realized that her skin wasn’t warm. Some people had bad circulation, so he didn’t think twice about it. He yearned to slowly undo her garters, roll down her stockings, and run his tongue over the silky skin of her feet. Maybe even brush his tongue across the tops of her toes before pulling one into his mouth.

“Is this okay?” Barrett massaged her foot, applying a little more pressure. Her skin reddened in a perfect swath of blush across her cheek.

“Yes.”

She shifted in his grasp. His nails scraped lightly over her smooth feet. He was amazed she had no calluses. Her feet were smooth as a newborn babe’s.
She must certainly use a pumice stone.
Maybe some kind of lotion to soften the soles.
Oh if I can only taste her then I’d know if that cream has a hint of citrus or vanilla. Maybe she’s a mango
kinda
woman.
He licked his lips at the imaginary tang of the fruit on his tongue, and it made his mouth water.

“Do you want me to do anything else?”

“What else can you do?”

“Oh, there are many things. But—”

“But your time is up. Anything you want to do from here is on your own time. There might be some available rooms downstairs if you want to continue your liaison.” Mistress Sandra squeezed Barrett’s shoulder, drawing him out of the enchantment he was captured in with Amelia.

“As you wish.”
He flashed a smile to her and then fitted the shoe back on Amelia’s magnificent foot. It took a second for him to stand. When he did, he hoped his stiff cock wouldn’t be noticeable against the fabric of his kilt. He offered his hand to Amelia.

She hesitated. A small dimple appeared on her chin again. Once her cool palm settled into his, he knew this woman was something special. He couldn’t let her out of his sight. Outside the club he was a normal businessman. His life was tolerable. Women didn’t flock to him, but he wasn’t hurting when it came to female companionship. However, this woman was unique. There was something in the way she carried herself as if she were experiencing things for the first time. Barrett escorted her out of the foot fetish area and downstairs where the thumping music wasn’t so loud.

Below were private rooms. He could slip into one, but he didn’t want to scare the lovely woman with him. He sighed when he saw a crowd downstairs.

“What’s the matter?” Amelia asked.

“I was hoping there’d be a spot that was quiet so we could talk.”

“I know a place. Follow me.”

He hid his astonishment. Amelia led him to a back staircase that was concealed behind a black velvet curtain. Barrett had never noticed it before. At the end of the stairs, they turned right. Along the wall were sconces that held electric candles. Their artificial flames even flickered when they walked by. They ended up in a small lounge he never knew existed, but he hadn’t really explored the lower levels of Hell’s Gate. A smattering of people was in the lounge. They looked at him with disdain. As he passed by, he swore he heard a woman growl at him. Amelia squeezed his arm and sat down in the corner on a black loveseat.

“How did you know about this place?”

Barrett watched as Amelia glanced around and met the gaze of the brunette who had growled at him. He swore the woman cringed and then turned away.
That’s right. Mind your own damn business.

“I’ve been down here before.”

“Wait. I thought you said tonight was your first time in the club.” His eyebrows knitted together as he tried to make sense of his date.
Wait. She’s not my date. It’d be great if she was. I could show her the wonderful things I can do with her awesome feet.