The Pleasure Room (33 page)

Alistair answered on the third ring. “Hello, Felicity.”

Felicity blushed just from hearing the sound of his voice. “Hi. I wanted to ask if you'd mind if I hang out with the girls tonight after work, Alistair?”

“I've been thinking about you all day and looking forward to later on tonight when I could strap you to my table and torture you till you cum screaming,” Alistair tantalized.

Felicity's face became redder. “I'm at work, Alistair.”

“So am I.”

“Yes, but I don't have my own private office, Alistair.”

“Is there a private bathroom there?”

“No, Alistair.”

“A dressing room?”

“Pretty packed and for customers, Alistair,” Felicity said, remembering one of her many lies.

“Has your lunch break passed?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Felicity hesitated, knowing that Allison's gaze was set hard upon her. She turned her head and whispered. “Yes, sir.”

Allison heard her anyway and had to cover her mouth to stifle a laugh at her friend's expense. Felicity hit Allison hard on her thigh and Allison mouthed the word: “Ow!” Felicity pointed at her, facial expression tight with
warning.
Allison nodded.

“You sound distracted,” Alistair said.

“I'm just busy here, Alistair,” Felicity said.

“What am I going to do about my hard cock, Felicity?”

Felicity squeaked as she whirled her chair around, but Allison grabbed the back of her chair and turned it around to face her again.

“What do you want me to do about it, sir?” Felicity gave up the pretenses.

“I think it's only fair that you talk to me until I cum.”

“But sir, I don't have a private office!”

“Can you speak low enough so that no one else can hear you?”

Felicity rose and looked around at the other cubicles and open desks then sat back down. Her eyes locked on Allison. “No, I can't. We're kind of crowded today, sir.”

“This just won't do at all, Felicity. Either you find a way to relieve me, or you will not be able to go out tonight,” Alistair propositioned.

Felicity sighed.

“Is that derision I hear in your tone?”

She froze. “No, sir.”

“I think it was. You sighed heavily as if I'm an imposition to you. Do you find me tedious, Felicity?” Alistair asked. She couldn't see it, but he was smiling on his end, getting great joy out of their conversation.

“No, sir,” Felicity quickly replied.

“Do you not want me to have satisfaction, is that it?”

Felicity fidgeted in her chair. “No, sir.”

“Does the very idea of my climaxing from hearing you speak licentiously upset you?”

“Stop fucking with me, Alistair,” Felicity said, finally catching on.

Alistair chuckled under his breath.

“Fortunately for you, I do have a business meeting to attend, or I'd make you find a way. As for tonight, you may 'hang out with the girls' as you say,” Alistair said, mimicking Felicity's voice with his British accent.

“Thank you, Alistair. I'll see you later.”

“Don't stay out too long, I really was telling you the truth about my cock growing hard from thinking about you.”

“I can't wait to take care of that problem for you, Alistair.” Felicity flirted. “All right, I have to go.”

“Goodbye, Felicity.”

Felicity gave her farewell then hung up. She looked at Allison who had finally released the obscene laughter she'd been holding inside.

“Shut the hell up,” Felicity rolled her eyes.

“Yes, sir... no, sir... may I suck you balls, Alistair,” Allison teased in an overly feminine voice.

“You know what, I'm not going to let your teasing me make me ashamed of our relationship. That's right, that's exactly how it goes. There may be hope for you yet, Allison,” Felicity said, taking pride in the love and trust she had with Alistair and what they were building together.

“Girl, calm down, what are you getting all testy for... I'm just fucking with you,” Allison said, playfully slapping her leg.

“It's just, I like doing that, talking to him that way,” Felicity said in her defense.

Allison smiled at her, it was loving and sincere in nature. She took Felicity's hand into her own. “You know I love to talk shit.”

Felicity chuckled. “Yeah, I know. It's how we ended up being best friends. You're hilarious.”

“But I want you to know that I love you dearly and if this man makes you happy, if he makes your days brighter and you see yourself with him along with all of your grandbabies, then I love this kinky bastard, too. Whatever gets your rocks off is none of my business. I just had to see your face blushing when you were talking to him like some school girl,” Allison said.

“I was so worried you were going to look at me differently for being into it, you know?” Felicity said bashfully.

“What? That BDSM stuff? I ain't gonna lie, I'm a little bit shocked because I didn't think you'd be into it. But he obviously pushes all the right buttons for you. As long as he's treating you the way you want to be treated, I'm cool. Even if he does seem to tell you when you can and can not go out with the girls.” Allison smirked.

“He's my Dom. It's the power I give him over me. It really turns me on,” Felicity said, giggling.

“I can tell. I don't think I can do that... maybe just for a little role play, but some people live that life... like you,” Allison said.

“I do, don't I,” Felicity agreed.

“If I ever did that life, I'd have to be the one on top whipping the hell out of some hot guy,”Allison said, nodding lewdly.

“Hey, who knows, it might be your thing. You never know. Come on down to the club one day and see if it's something you want to sample,” Felicity said.

“Stop trying to corrupt me,” Allison joked.

“Come... be one of uuuuussss,” Felicity droned as she held her arms out toward Allison.

“Stop it,” Allison laughed as she slapped Felicity's hands away. “Okay, time to get serious. We're doing this thing at my house, right?”

Felicity nodded. “Yes and we can probably write the story tonight, too.”

“Are you sure about that? I mean...,”

Felicity touched her knee. “Yes. If this story is going to break new ground. I want us to do it together. I want my best friend with me on this.”

Allison nodded. “All right. We can do this.”

“Tonight.” Felicity smiled then turned back around to finish her daily assignment.

~*~

Allison finished putting on her comfy clothes, dressing in a loose t-shirt and shorts. She offered a similar outfit to Felicity who graciously took it. Both sat down on the cushy sofa in front of Allison's fifty-inch LCD television. She had connected her laptop up to her TV and slid the USB port from the camcorder into the USB slot on her laptop.

“I should have popped some popcorn for this shit,” Allison said as she settled down beside Felicity on the sofa, folding her legs under her.

“I feel kind of shitty busting the mayor's ass for going to the same sex club that I go to,” Felicity said.

“I'd be inclined to agree with you if you were trying to raise taxes for the middle class, cut public school funding, abolish collective bargaining, cut funding to local hospitals, raise business taxes for local small business owners, raise property taxes for businesses and home owners and sell the city's parking privileges to outside industries more than tripling the price to park on the streets. All the while indulging in the finest cuisines around, living luxuriously on tax payers money and traveling around the world,” Allison pointed out, tagging each finger on her raised hand noting every offense.

Felicity snorted. “Now that you put it that way, hell yeah, let's do this.”

Allison used her wireless keyboard to operate the mechanics of her laptop, typing in her password to access her desktop. Clicking a few folders, she opened the file containing the recording they wanted. She double clicked and the video began to play.

On the screen, the two women saw the shaky footage as Felicity was setting the camcorder on the floor. Once settled, they watched the mayor, Dwight Goldberg get berated by his Dominatrix. Still bound to the stockade she forced him to lick her genital areas. She beat him with various objects, such as whips, crops and his own shoes. She spat on him, slapped him, made him drink his own semen after she surgically milked his prostate. Her fingers weren't the only things she shoved into his rectum either. An array of objects ranging from the heels of her boots to ten inch dildos were among the selection. The recording lasted for two hours before the battery died. The mayor was still being tortured, his nipples clamped in rings and he was swinging from the ceiling trapped inside yet another piece of furniture Felicity recognized as the Gibbet Cage.
 

Allison turned to Felicity, aghast by what she'd seen. “I lied. If your ass is into any of that crazy shit... I
am
judging you.”

“I used to be like you. Alistair's taught me not to judge a person's sexual desires. He also taught me not to be ashamed of them, either. To explore and embrace them. Yeah, Goldberg's fetishes are a bit... extreme, even for me, but I won't put him down for having them,” Felicity said.

Allison reflected on her friends words. “Yeah, well the rest of society is going to have a thing or two to say about it. And I'm really curious to find out if his wife knows.”

“If she doesn't, she's going to find out. I hate men who cheat on their women,” Felicity said. She managed to push back the painful memory of a distant boyfriend who betrayed her that way.

“So what do we want this story to say?” Allison asked.

“Before we get into that... I've got to know something,” Felicity began.

Allison's brows creased. “What?”

“You said you'd be in control if you were to ever venture into my world. What did you think about  the video?”

Allison gave Felicity an offhand gesture. “Oh please, I was just talking shit.”

“So you didn't see yourself in her vinyl boots?”

Allison pondered the question, mulling it over as she imaged herself in the woman's position. She shrugged a shoulder. “I don't know... I mean, I don't think I'd be as extreme as she was, but I think the idea of dominating a man is sexy. All of the raw, physical power they have and to see them be under your heel, I think I'd be into that. But again, on a way lower level. Like handcuffing him to the bed, blindfolded and light spanking with some denied orgasms thrown in.”

“Well, look at you,” Felicity said, smiling slyly. “Looks like you need to explore your options. Or you could continue to have unfulfilled sex for the rest of your life because you were too judgmental or cowardly or both to take the plunge.”

Allison frowned. For the first time, maybe even in the history of their friendship, she didn't have a comeback. Felicity waited, giving her a chance to shine her signature wit upon her, but nothing came.

“So, about this story,” Allison said, attempting to change the subject.

Felicity gave her a knowing look but obliged. “We stick to the facts. What works in our favor is the ban the mayor passed on video stores selling porn and the extra high taxes he increased on sex shops around the city simply because they sell to the industry he's obviously a proud member of.”

“Prove that he's a kinky hypocrite. That works for me. But that's what's going to follow anyway with the big reveal. What we need to focus on is the extramarital affair. The sex scandal of the decade should be our angle,” Allison said. “It's simple, true and doesn't require us to dig any deeper than what's on the surface.”

Felicity nodded in agreement. Allison started typing the story, stating the facts. Felicity took over, adding innuendo and human emotion. They made sure to include the Mayor's current stances on the adult industry that were contradictory in relation to his endeavors. The two women worked for hours weaving a story so salacious and inflammatory in political nature any media outlet would be insane to pass it up. Felicity looked at her cell phone, noting the time. It was much later than she expected it to be. She wondered if Alistair would even be awake at that time of night?