Outside the Box (5 page)

“Oh
, how so?”

“If YOU heard ME talk about another woman and her
friend like that what would you do?” he asked her.

Destiney
bit her bottom lip, “I’d … well, I’d be pissed.”

“EXACTLY” he dragged out.

“Shut up you fool, I think you’re smoking hot too!  It’s YOU I’m with isn’t it?”

“Keep it that way.” He said and kissed the top of her head while smiling.

We arrived at a small bar about twenty minutes later, I wasn’t sure how we were going to be served any alcohol but much to my surprise they didn’t even ask for our ID’s.

“His uncle owns the place.”
Destiney whispered as William took our drinks from the waitress.

Our conversation flowed easy, William was majoring in Architecture and was a sophomore at Columbia University.  I told him about my plans to do cosmetology until I could get into the accounting
program.  William and Destiney were perfect for each other, the way they would look at each other, constantly touching each other.  He loved to make her smile and was always listening intently to everything she said.  When he excused himself to the restroom Destiney smiled big at me.  “Well what do you think?” she asked.

“I think you two are perfect together, I don’t see what your commitment issue is.”

She blew out a breath, “I think that I’m just afraid he’s going to wake up some day and realize that we are on two totally different paths. I don’t know how long I’ll stay here after I graduate, and he doesn’t like talking about it.”

“One day at a time woman, Jeez!”

“I know…I know…I do love him though, he’s…well, he’s everything I pictured in a man for myself.”

I smiled at her, “Good, I hope I can find one like him some day.”

“You will love, YOU will.” She said and smiled as William sat back down with us. 

William drank beer while
Destiney and I polished off a bottle of red wine, I didn’t drink very often, so by the time we left my stilettoes were in my hand and I held on to Destiney. 

The following morning I didn’t wake up until almost eight thirty,
Destiney had text me that there were some ibuprofen for me to take in the kitchen and that she wanted me to let her know when I had finished talking with Julie and dropping off my applications.  

I showered, put on my black skinny leg jeans and the silver sequin tank top. I debated on what shoes to wear so I chose the dark read heels, then pulled my hair off
to the side and braided it.  I went light on the eye shadow and lip gloss, I fed Frank and patted her on the head then left.  When I got to the salon I smiled big at the bright lettering on the windows, I walked in and smiled again the music that was playing was dance music. 

A short lady with dark red hair cut into a cute pixie cut walked up to me, “Alexia?”

“Julie I presume?”

She smiled big, “That’s me, let’s go back to my office so we can visit.”

An hour later I couldn’t stop smiling, Julie had made some phone calls and found out that my credits would transfer so I would only need to take five more months of classes.  She gave me the address of the cosmetology school so I could go enroll after I left.  I walked down the crowded sidewalk to the bus stop, the cosmetology school was only a few blocks away so I didn’t need a taxi.  I was just about to the bus stop when a guy stepped in front of me and thrust something into my chest and said “Job Lady , JOB!” then he was quickly swallowed up by the crowd of pedestrians.  I looked down at the black post card that was exactly like the one at the apartment.  “What in the world?” I said and turned to see if I could find the guy to ask him why people kept giving me the postcards.  The squeaking bus breaks snapped me out of my thoughts so I rushed to go get on the overly crowded bus.

The cosmetology school was a large building, with a woman’s silhouette on the front.  I spent almost an hour visiting with the people in admissions, I left with my class schedule in hand.  A taxi pulled up so I hurried to get in, “Can you please take me to this address?” I handed the driver the postcard. 

“Ma’am are you sure?”

“Uhmm, I think so?”

He smiled, “Okay.” He darted out into the traffic.  Twenty minutes later he pulled up in front of a massive black metal warehouse building.  The driver handed me back my postcard and I handed him the taxi fee. 

“Will you stay for a few minutes?”

“Meter’s runnin!” he told me then put the car in park and started reading a newspaper.  With my postcard in hand I got out of the car and looked at the building.  The windows were tinted completely black, there was only a silver emblem on the window that matched the Square on the postcard.  I pulled the heavy door open and found myself in a breezeway.  To my right there was a guy standing behind a bulletproof glass, wearing what looked to be a blindfold.

“Can I help you Miss?” he asked.

“Uhhh.” I waved my hand in front of us and abruptly stopped because he could obviously see me if he called me ‘Miss’.

He laughed, “I can see you,
can I help you?”

“I…I have this.  Actually this is the second one I’ve been given.” I slid the postcard to him through the tray under the glass.

“Okay, I’ll need you to put this on. Then you can enter and somebody will be with you in a minute.” He slid a black blindfold through the tray for me.

“What is this place?  How do I know you’re not blindfolding me to kill me in there?” I was actually very nervous and debated on walking back out,.

“I can assure you, nobody is going to kill you, harm you, or hurt you.” He nodded at the blindfold again.

I slipped it over my head and situated it, “Whoa, it’s making everything 3-D’ish.”

He laughed then buzzed the door open, “Enjoy your visit.”

I pu
shed through the door, the room was apparently dim lit but with the blindfold I couldn’t really tell.  I could smell different scents, both masculine and feminine that mixed perfectly to make it a welcoming smell.  I jumped when a ladies voice came from beside me, “Welcome to the Box, I’ve been told you’ve been given two of our cards?”

“Yes?  I mean yes so I wanted to see what this place was.  My friend and I looked it up on the internet and couldn’t find anything.” I told her and turned to look at her.  I could tell she had long hair, but that was it.  I couldn’t tell what color or even what shade of lipstick she was wearing.

“That’s a good thing, my name is Peaches.” She extended her hand.

“I’m L…”

“Ember, I’m calling you Ember, I don’t want or need your real name.” she interrupted me but I could tell she was smiling. 

My mind was racing to figure out what this place was, I wasn’t scared, just nervous so my instinct to leave wasn’t weighing as heavy as it had when I walked into the front door. 

“Follow me and I’ll show you what the cards meant.” Peaches told me. 

“That’s not your real name?” I asked dumbly.

Her sweet laugh filled the air, “Nope.”  She told me.  I followed her until we were in the large part of the massive warehouse.  There were bright lights pointing down on rooms, not just any kind of room, but a plexi glass room slash Box.  “Okay, I’ll cut right to the chase.  Are you a lesbian or are you straight?” Peaches asked me.

“Excuse me?” I stammered out. 

“These Boxes are sex rooms, we are needing a beautiful woman like yourself to fill THIS box.”  She turned to the massive black room.  “If you’re straight then the job is yours.”

“What?” I said trying not to laugh.  “I’m not a prostitute
or in the porn business!” I practically yelled.

“No, I know that.  Her
e let’s sit down.” She pulled me over to a plush black velvety bench next to the large black plexi glass box.  “The job is to HAVE sex with ONE man while you are being watched.  You’ll be IN the box and some very high class, very RICH people come in and watch you have sex.”

I tried to stand, “Not going to happen sorry.”

Peached grabbed my hand, “Why not?”

“BECAUSE!”

“You haven’t even seen what I’m talking about, so here.” She slid a card through a credit card slot, the black glass faded to a clear wall.  “In there is Cally soon Bliss will come join her.”

Cally was si
tting on a bed, wearing nothing but a lace bra and a skimpy lace thong, Bliss walked into the room in a pair of blue jeans with nothing else on.  Bliss and Cally both wore the same blindfolds that I was wearing, so I knew they could at least see each other.  Cally smiled big at Bliss as he walked over to her and kissed her neck, then gently laid her down on the bed.  He took his time kissing her body, paying close attention to her breasts while sliding his hand down her torso across her hips until he was rubbing her center with the palm of his hand.  Cally lightly scratched her nails down his arms, back up to his shoulders and then down his back, and around to the front of his jeans.  Bliss pulled away from her, she sat up on the bed and smiled up at him as she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans then pushed them down his legs.  He stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side, she grabbed his hardening cock in her hand and slowly circled the tip with her tongue.  Bliss’s head fell back when she took him into her mouth and slowly pulled him back out.

It didn’t even look like any of the porn movies I had watched, the kind with the cheesy music, scripted lines, and fake orgasm sounds.  But still I knew that I shouldn’t do it.

“Oh my god, this is…” I started to say.

“Just watch.” Peaches told me.

“I…I can’t do this!” I stuttered out but never took my eyes off of the man and woman inside the box.

“Why not?”

“I…I’ve never done THIS before!” I told her and could feel myself blushing.

“You’re a virgin?” she asked and smiled.

“Yes…so I’m WAY too inexperienced for this job, I’m sorry.” I stood to leave but looked back at the couple.  Bliss was now licking and kissing down her body as Cally squeezed the sheets in her hands.  He smiled then pulled her thong off to the side and licked up her center. 

Peaches pulled me back down, “Put these on.” She handed me a set of wireless headphones.  The sounds that came through had my nipples instantly pressing against my bra and my pussy muscles tightening up.  I could hear C
ally moaning and whispering to Bliss how good it felt, his deep throaty moans followed her words until he pulled her thong down her legs and dropped it to the floor.  She sat up and took her bra off then laid back down on the bed as Bliss crawled over her. 

“Ready?” he asked her.

“Please Bliss…fuck me.” Cally replied in a breathy sweet voice.  He probed her entrance then easily slid inside of her and stopped.

“You okay?” he asked her.  She nodded her head and wrapped her legs around his thighs as he lazily pulled in and out of her.  Their moans and whispers filled my ears.  I pulled the headphones off. 

“I…”  Peaches interrupted me before I could even say what I wanted to.

“Nobody knows who each other are, the reason this position is being filled is these two both fell in love with other people outside the box.  You get paid eight hundred dollars per session, you’re only allowed two sessions a night so that you don’t over use your body
or feel like a prostitute.  As far as feeling like a porn star, the sessions are not recorded.  There’s actually
passion
in that box.  All the patrons that come in here are required to wear the blindfolds as well, so nobody will ever recognize you on the outside.  This club is invite only” Peaches said from beside me.   “It’s like a peep show, they give us money that we put on their cards that you seen me slide.  Once that money runs out the glass blacks out until they slide the card again.  We don’t know your name or any personal information, you have to pass a blood test to be able to do this job though.  To almost every single patron it’s all about the cum shot from the man, if it’s inside of her they pay more so you get paid more.  If he cums on you they enjoy that as well.  You’ll have to be on birth control, the patron never gets to interact with either of you that are inside the box.  We have other people out here that will fulfill their “Needs” if needed.”

“I…I just can’t do it I’m sorry.  I can’t lose my virginity like that.”

“But you’re a college student that would rather hook up at some party with a drunk frat boy and lose it that way?” Peaches asked.

“Well. No, I mean, No, I don’t know how it’s going to happen.  Is this even legal?” I asked.

“Absolutely.  I can tell you that since you’re a virgin you’ll be paid sixteen hundred dollars for the first week each session.  I’ve never actually
seen
Jasper, the guy that would be in the box with you, but I can tell you that his voice, body, and laugh ooze sex.” She told me.

“I need to think about it, I’m just shocked that somebody was handing post cards out on the street to women.  For a job like this.”

“WE know exactly what we are looking for, there wasn’t but only two postcards handed out and you got them both.  The owner himself paid somebody to give them to you.”

“You’ve
had me followed?” I asked in shock.  “I’ve only been here a couple of days!”