Masquerade
Written by:
Gina
You’re Invited
Saturday night, I’m having a party
And I want You to come
Costume’s the Fashion
I’ve rented ‘The Mansion’
Come join me in having some fun
“Ugh!” I groaned, shaking my head.
“Renea, you and your corny poetry…”
“I know, but you won’t want to miss
this. There are going to be a lot of highbrow people there.”
Renea worked for a record company. I’ve never quiet understood exactly
What it is she does there. What I do know, is that she actually Knows
a lot of the artists who are signed to the label.
“Like who?” I asked.
Renea smiled slyly. “You’ll
just have to show up to find out.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
I can’t believe I let her talk me
into this, I thought as I walked into The Mansion. I handed the man
at the door my invitation.
“ID?” he asked me.
“Where would I put it in this get
up?” The man smirked at me. I pulled my license out of a pocket
I had sewn inside my bolero jacket. I unhooked the veil as I handed
it over, so he could see my face and tell I wasn’t trying to ‘crash the
scene.’
Once inside, I hunted around for Renea.
I found her, dressed as Tinker Belle, standing near the bar. She
was talking to a man who was dressed as ‘The Phantom’ -- Black tux
with tales, white vest and tie, and a red satin lined, black opera cloak.
This man was tall. His dirty blond hair hung just past his shoulders.
For some unexplainable reason, I felt that I knew who he was, even though
his mask concealed most of his face.
I hung back, waiting for them to finish
their conversation. Renea saw me, and was soon standing by my side.
“Your Nazi doorman almost didn’t let me in,” I told her in a sarcastic
tone.
She rolled her eyes. “The company’s
idea. They insisted on the security.”
“Well,” I said, “I still say the man
needs the stick taken out of his ass.”
Renea turned me around as she inspected
my guise. “You look great, hun! I LOVE the outfit!”
“Thanks.” I grinned, “Being
a costume designer DOES come in handy at times.”
Renea laughed. “I guess it does.”
She put an arm around my shoulders. “C’mon. I’ll buy you a
drink and introduce you around.”
I met several of Renea’s co-workers,
and a few of the musicians who were there. It was a little hard telling
some of them apart. The costumes everyone wore were all so elaborate.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that
I was being watched. I looked around. No one was overtly staring
at me. I turned back to the conversation Renea was having with a
guy dressed as Peter Pan. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get
another drink.”
“Vodka tonic,” I told the man behind
the bar.
“You’re a genie, huh?”
I jumped at the sound of a male voice.
I turned to see who was behind me. The man I had seen with Renea
earlier was standing before me. The Phantom smiled. “Do you
grant wishes?”
I stared at him. I’ve heard
better pick-up lines before. “Do I know you?”
“Would you like to know me?”
He was English. There was no
mistaking that accent. I took my drink from the bartender.
“I have to get back to my friends.” I started to walk away when he
touched my arm.
“At least tell me your name.”
I shot him a grin that was just as
cocky as the one he’d given me earlier. “Genie,” I said, walking
off into the crowd.
I knew who was watching me now.
I could feel his eyes on me, like fingers on my skin. When ever I’d
dare to peek, he would quickly look away.
“Flirting with someone?” Renea asked.
I shook myself out of the daze and blankly looked at her. She smiled.
“Go over and talk to the guy. You don’t have to stay latched to me
all night.”
I shook my head. “It’s just
a guy who tried to hit on me earlier. He’s been watching me.”
Her eyes glittered. “Even better!”
“Renea!” I gave her a slight
shove.
“Well, I’ve got to start the game
before this group gets too drunk to participate.” I gave her a questioning
glance. “Don’t worry, this is going to be fun.”
Renea took off toward the staircase,
followed by Peter Pan. Halfway up the case, she addressed the partygoers.
“Everyone, if you’d please…” She waited for it to quiet down.
“Since we’ve got the use of this whole estate, a few of us got together
today and arranged a scavenger hunt. Anyone who wants to play will
draw numbers, and pair off. You will each receive a list of twelve
things to find that have been hidden, either in the house, or outside on
the grounds.”
A low buzz rumbled through the crowd.
I was surprised. I would never have dreamed of sending a bunch of
rock musicians on a scavenger hunt, let alone think they’d actually like
the idea. I guess it was all the alcohol they had consumed.
I drew my number from the hat – 16.
As I waited for the others to get theirs, I looked around to see who I
might end up with. Renea called number one. Two people walked
up, and she gave them a list. Fifteen pairs before me. Sixteen,
my turn. I couldn’t believe who walked up behind me.
“We meet again, Genie.”
My eyes begged Renea to let me choose
another partner. She only grinned and handed me a list . “Good
luck, you two.”
“Well, let’s see here what we have
to find, shall we?” he smiled as he pried the paper from my hand.
“Most of this looks easy. What do you say we start outside?
Everyone else is checking around the house first.”
I was only half listening to what
he was saying. “Sure,” I mumbled before he took my hand and dragged
me outside.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It seemed like we walked around for
hours. It was late, and the night air held the chill of early fall.
I rubbed my arms and prayed my teeth didn’t chatter too loudly. The
Phantom looked down at me. “Cold?”
“No, I just like to pretend I’m freezing
to death,” I shot at him before I could stop. It’s my pet peeve,
being asked stupid questions. It drives me insane.
He stopped and looked at me a moment.
“I guess that was pretty silly of me to ask. You’re hardly dressed
in that costume.” He removed his cape and wrapped it around my shoulders.
I clutched it to me, thankful for the little bit of warmth it provided.
“Better?”
“A little,” I smiled up at him.
“I would have to have chosen this costume when it’s like, fifty degrees
out.”
“I like it. Did you choose it
because of your name?”
I nodded. “Genie is my nickname.
It was Renea’s idea to dress up as one. I couldn’t come up with anything
else I liked,” I explained. I rubbed my arms under the cloak as the
wind picked up more. The first mist of rain began to fall.
“Great!
Just what I need. I’ll be soaked and cold.”
He looked back toward the house.
“I didn’t think we’d gone that far,” he said, seeing the lights as tiny
specks in the distance. “These grounds must be huge.”
“They are,” I answered him.
“I used to work here, and I’ve walked the whole thing. They go on
for acres.”
The rain was coming down harder now.
“We’re not going to make it back there in this.” He searched for
somewhere to take shelter. “What’s that?” he pointed to a small building
about a hundred yards off.
“The caretaker’s hut.” He took
my hand and we headed for it.
~~~~~~~~~ Inside, I pulled the cord on the light
so we could see. I dug through the fire box and found a couple of
pieces of wood for the hearth. “It’s not much, but at least we won’t
freeze,” I said as I lit the fire.
“You do know your way around here,”
he said. He shook the water from his hair, while I wrung out my ponytail.
I notice him watching me as I did this. “Is that all yours?”
“This?” I flicked the ends of
my hair at him. “Some of it is, some of it isn’t.” He raised
his eyebrow at me. “I’ve had extensions put in it. It’s about
a foot longer than my real hair, now.”
He took the band I had my hair
rigged up in, and removed it. My hair now fell loose over my shoulders
and down my back. “Jesus, girl, it hangs down past your ass.”
I smiled at his remark. “I know.”
I ran my finger through my hair, rubbing that ‘pulled up’ feeling from
my scalp. “Pulling it up like that makes it look shorter. I
wanted it to appear really long.” I suddenly felt his hand cupping
the back of my neck. I looked up at him. “What are you…”
He kissed me, his mouth warm against
my own. He tugged at my lower lip with his teeth, as if begging me
to open up for him. I consented, parting my lips to welcome his tongue
with mine. His arms enveloped me. I slipped my hands around
his neck, threading my finger into his hair.
I pulled back slightly and looked
into his pale eyes. “What is it you want from me?” I whispered.
Gentle fingers brushed over my face.
“Whatever you want to give me.” I shut my eyes against his butterfly’s
touch. Every nerve in my body was on a heightened sense. The
mere nearness of this man made my body ache to be with him.
“And if I give you everything?”
A sexy smile formed on his lips.
His thumb rubbed over my mouth. “I’ll give you the same in return,”
he said, low in his throat. I ran my tongue across the pad of his
thumb. I smiled at his growled response.
I ran my hands around to his chest,
slipping them inside his jacket and sliding it from his arms. His
mouth retook mine as I reached between us, freeing the buttons of his waistcoat,
which he quickly shrugged out of and discarded. I pulled on the ends of
his tie, letting it hang around his neck as I yanked his shirt open.
I wanted so badly to feel the heat of his skin on mine.
Breaking free, he took my hand and
walked me over to the bed. He pulled my little half-jacket off, then
took the tie from around his neck. He carefully tied my wrists together,
making sure the knot wasn’t too tight. Lying me on the bed and lifting
my bound arms above my head, he began to touch and caress my exposed flesh.
I writhed with longing as I savored each torturous kiss. His hands
ran up and down my sides, hitting the ticklish spots at my waist.
I couldn’t stifle the giggles he’d caused. He lifted his head, smiling
at me. “You like that?” I licked my lips, nodding at the same
time. He traced a line across my stomach, making me crazy with need.
“Please,” I begged him, “let me see
your face. I know who you are.”
“You do?” I heard him ask against
my body. He glanced up at my face. “Who am I?”
“I’ve always imagined what it would
feel like to have you caress me like you do that mic stand of yours.
I know it’s you, Joe.”
He removed the mask, a bit reluctantly.
I brought my hands down and reached out to touch his cheek. He smiled
and kissed the back of my hand. Joe helped me sit up, and unhooked
the bra-top of my costume. It got hooked up on my hands and we both
laughed, so I laid back and again held them out of the way.
The velvety softness of Joe’s tongue
on my breasts was nearly too much for me to handle. Tugging gently
on my nipples as he sucked on them. “Oh, God,” I though I was going
to be delirious before he finished. His mouth moved lower on my body,
circling my belly button with his tongue.
He placed his hands on my hips ad
removed the rest of my costume with one fluid movement. He drew his
hands up my inner thighs. Instinctively, my hips rocked upward to
meet his hand. I could feel his finger enter my slick passage.
His rhythmic strokes bringing me closer to orgasm. Joe rubbed his
thumb skillfully over my clit. “I’m going to explode,” I cried
out. “God, what are you doing to me?”
“Shhh,” Joe ran his other hand up
my torso and cupped my face. “Just let it happen,” he whispered.
I could hear a gruffness in his voice that hadn’t been there before.
He moved himself back and leaned down to me. The heat of his tongue
inside me was all it took. I clutched at his hair s I gasped.
Convulsing under his touch as he stroked my body. He continued his
ministrations, stoking a new fire alight inside me.
I somehow freed one of my hands from
the tie. Grabbing Joe’s shoulders, I pulled him up to me. Kissing
him, I turned him over in the bed, so he was now lying on his back.
I straddled his waist while I stroked my hands over his chest. I
circled each of his nipples with my tongue, hearing him moan softly.
I slipped my hands to his pants while I teased his skin. I quickly
had them off of him as he lay there, looking at me with those lusty eyes
of his.
I cupped him in my hands. He
drew in a sharp breath. Slowly, I rubbed his crest with my thumb.
“I wonder what I could do with this?” I teased. I ran my hand down
the length of him. “Not to give you a big head or anything, but I
do believe, Mr. Elliott, that you have the largest cock I’ve ever seen.”
His eyes widened in surprise at my statement. I laughed and he smiled.
I leaned over and licked him. A hand found the back of my head and
held me there as I continued. I took him into my mouth, still massaging
him with my hands as well. I could hear his breathing as it slowed
and deepened. His long fingers rubbed my neck as I brought him to
his peak. I loved the way he tasted. I licked the last remnants
of his climax from my lower lip as I sat up and looked at him with a cheeky
grin. “Was that one of your wishes?”
“You are a very dirty little girl,
Genie,” he growled, pulling me down on top of him. His words
heated my skin. “Just the kind of woman I like,” he said before he
had me once again on my back. His manhood was again hard and I could
feel it pulse against my thigh. “I can’t promise to be gentle,” he
whispered before he entered.
I let out a strangled gasp as he filled
me. It took seconds for my body to adjust to his size. I raised
my hips to meet his thrusts. He moved deeper, feeling like he would
rip me apart.
“You are so hot,” he whispered in
my hair. “You want me that much?”
I wrapped my legs around his hips,
allowing him further inside without the pain. My fingers dug into
his back. “That much and more,” I breathed into his hear. I
rocked ever so slightly forward. “Oh, Jesus! God, Joe!
OH!”
I let out the breath I was holding,
collapsing against him in his arms. The waves of passion flooding
over me. I held my hands to his face, opening my eyes to look at
him when I could breathe normally again. I rocked slowly, lying back
with my knees folded under me as he neared his end. Arching my back,
I ground into him, feeling his body jerk. He spilled into me and
rolled onto the bed next to me.
“Wish two,” he said when his heartbeat
was back to normal.
I rolled onto my side to look at him.
I ran my fingers over his chest, brushing lightly over the fine hairs.
His body was hard as steel, yet smooth as silk. “And what is wish
three?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
He caressed my cheek and gave me the
softest kiss. “Three is, that I wish to see you again.”
~ The End ~