I was in the Capitol for the Hunger Games, mentoring another pair of Tributes, when I received the invitation. Here we again. President Snow had another line up of ladies that wanted a piece of me. I sighed as I broke the wax seal and opened it. However, it wasn't what I expected. It wasn't just any party, it was a masquerade, with a detailed list of instructions. It read that I must not tell anyone about this party, before or after the event, and I must remain anonymous when there. Apparently, this "upholds the allure and mystery of the ball". It sounded familiar. I had heard rumours about this ball over the years. Only the elite of the Capitol and Panem were invited, but no one old. It was to celebrate and reward the youth, the future of Panem. Some had said it was an evening of dancing and drinking with an end more explosive than the inside of a firework. Others had said that it was like a drug trip that heightened all the senses but felt like a dream after. I had no idea what to expect but curiosity and a free night out couldn't be too bad.
Days passed and I made the necessary preparations. I had a suit made for the occasion: dark grey with a silver waistcoat to match. Of course, the tailor asked questions but I just smiled and said it was for my own fun. I bought a mask as the instructions requested. It wasn't overly fancy or decorative: silver, which curved around the contours of my cheeks. I donned my suit and mask and left the apartment in the Training Centre without telling anyone, as instructed, and a black car waited for me. Tinted windows and driverless: they really took this secret party thing seriously. I sat on the back seat and helped myself to a glass of bubbly that waited for me, sat back and enjoyed the ride to whatever the Capitol was going to throw at me.
The venue was a grand rococo hall, with high chandeliers and swirling colourful wall decorations. The marble floor was finely polished and perfectly reflected the images of the other guests. There were five exquisite arches on the far side of the hall and a soft was melody playing, but no band was in sight. I was greeted with more champagne by an Avox, who, despite wearing their usual Avox clothes, also wore a mask.
I took another sip and slowly stepped around the hall, scanning the masked faces to see if I recognised any of them at all. The hall felt empty despite there being a reasonable amount of guests. There was no laughter, just gentle mutterings and whisperings. I sighed a little. This doesn't feel like a party to me. I finished the rest of my glass and grabbed another. I wasn't going to say no to free champagne.
"This stuff's great. Is it vintage?" I said to the Avox with the platter of champagne. Of course, I don't get a reply but I felt awkward, just standing there, not talking. "Guess I should… mingle?"
The Avox didn't move an inch. Taking another sip, I shrugged and started to make my way around the hall. Everyone was in pairs, how was I supposed to join in the chat? Two's company but three is definitely a crowd.
Fuck this, I thought, I'm leaving. New suit and all those bull shit instructions. What was the point? Finishing my second glass, I left it with a passing Avox and made for the door. But I stopped in my tracks and my attention was averted.
Her hair was long and wavy and icy in the dim chandelier light, glimmering with each movement she made. She was pale but had a radiant glow about her, like snow in the sun. Her eyes were pools of chocolate and they pierced through the intricately decorated black mask, with tiny crystals in the curves of the filigree detail that glistened. Her plump lips were painted deep red and I couldn't help but imagine how they would feel pressed on mine.
Her dress was simply divine. It was unlike any of the other dresses in the room, which had their typical Capitol flare: big, bold and bright in all different colours. Hers was a rich ruby, which fitted in tightly around her curvaceous frame, emphasising her masterfully sculptured breasts and hips. The bodice formed a symmetric V-shaped cleavage. It was short at the front, exposing her legs mid-thigh, but came down in tumbling fiery layers of scarlet silk at the back. Her snow legs looked marble smooth and irresistible to caress. As she floated across the floor, I noticed that the dress was backless, leading long and down, almost to her coccyx.
Then I realised, she was coming towards me.
I felt the rush of adrenaline through my veins and started moving closer to her, feeling like we were magnetically drawn. As we got closer, I noticed how large her eyes were, her pools of caramel. As we got closer, my pulse quickened and my heart raced. As we got closer, I wanted her desperately.
And there she was: stood in front of me, poised elegantly and sensually. She knew she was sexy and it left me speechless. I couldn't talk even if I knew what to say. I offered my hand out to her and she took it, her deep red lips curling into a seductive smile. I placed my other hand on her hip and she grasped onto my shoulder.
And we danced.
I don't know if it was dancing; I never was good at it, no matter how many of these events I went to. It felt like I was high up and floating on clouds. Her enchanting gaze she gripped me under was never ending. I had no side thoughts. My mind was totally for her. She had full ownership of my soul and I wanted her to have me, to do with me as she pleased. We danced for what felt like a life time. It was only when we stopped and I heard complete silence that it fully dawned on me: it was just us. I looked around and let go of her.
"Where is everyone?"
She looked at me, her expression unchanging, whilst I looked around. There wasn't a single person in the room, not even an Avox.
"It's a bit weird, isn't it?" she said. An exquisite voice for an exquisite woman.
"This whole party is fucking weird," I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. "Anonymous invitation, wear a mask, don't tell anyone who you are. I don't know about you, but when I turned up everyone was already paired up and I felt so awkward."
"I felt the same. I've never been one to turn down an invitation to a party, especially as it involves a new dress. I was just about to leave until…" Our eyes met as she trailed off. She didn't need to say it. "What I do know is that each pair left through the arches."
"How do you suppose everyone knew who to pair off with? I didn't recognise anyone here and a lot of the masks were quite big. Couldn't see a thing."
"I don't know. The champagne? The music? The attraction that comes with mystery."
"What do you mean by that?"
She shrugged slightly, biting her lip.
"Don't you think that this is sexy? The setting, the music, not knowing who anyone is? That instant connection you feel when you see someone and your eyes meet…" And her eyes met mine instantly as she trailed off again. I stopped breathing for a moment until she continued. "Even though you can't see them fully."
"Yeah… I guess it is. What do you think is through each of the arches?" I said, gesturing to the elusive arches.
"I don't know. Shall we find out?" she asked, putting her hand out to me.
I smiled and took it. Her long supple fingers entwined with mine. Her hand was cool and her skin felt like silk on mine. We made our way over to the other side of the hallway. My pulse was racing. I didn't know what to expect at all.
"I'm Finnick, by the way. Finnick Odair," I said. "Oh shit, I wasn't supposed to say that!"
She giggled slightly, a laugh so sweet and angelic, yet a dangerous aphrodisiac.
"It's fine. I knew it was you. The whole of Panem could recognise those eyes in a mask," she said.
"I think you should break the rules and tell me your name."
"You don't need to know."
"Oh, come on! You know me but I don't know you. A first name, at least. I don't need your life story."
"Venus. My name is Venus."
"A pleasure to meet you," I said, glancing at her, her chocolate eyes gazing into mine.
"You too," she replied.
"Which one should we go through?" I said, as we stopped in front of them. They were all completely black.
"Bigger is always better," Venus said, eyeing up the one in the middle and leading me through.
What lay beyond was completely unexpected. A grand four poster bed with veils on each of the sides and a canopy. It was made of dark mahogany and had elaborate detail carved into it. It looked plush and soft, with large pillows and rich red silk throw over.
My heart sank. Maybe this was just another client appointment and Snow neglected to tell me, probably to try and fuck with my head. He always liked playing games. Yet, it didn't entirely make sense. Everyone else at this party came through here, so they must have done some business. But there were four other arches. Maybe this one is the sex room and the others just go home. I glanced at Venus out of the corner of my eye, watching her analyse the room. She looked just as confused as I felt.
"So…" I said as she let go of my hand and walked around the bed slowly, her heels echoing with each step she took. "Is this like… Some weird hook up night? Where complete strangers meet and drink and dance and fuck and go home and never see each other again?"
The room became darker, only lit by the two crystal lamps that stood on consoles either side of the bed. I turned and clocked that the archway entrance was now gone. I couldn't see a way to leave, even if I wanted to.
"And I guess we're locked in now," Venus said.
"I guess…" I mumbled. I turned back to her and watched her hands caress the poster of the bed. I could tell she was deep in thought and things were starting to make sense to her.
"I think… I've heard rumours about this night. I thought it was a myth, but I guess… It's true." Her eyes met with mine and she knew I was confused. She smiled and bit her lip. "A Capitol funded orgy."
"Hardly an orgy," I smirked. "It's just you and I in here."
"You know what I mean," she laughed. "Sex party then. And… If the rumours I've heard are right…" She opened the console drawer and smiled. "Cocaine, condoms and toys. What every sex party needs, right?"
"Hmm… Not necessarily," I joked. "I mean, doesn't your bedside table have all that in?"
She laughed as she pushed it shut and leaned back on the table. My gaze lingered up her legs and I couldn't help but imagine what it felt like to touch them.
"We're the last pair, so…"
"So… If we want… We have the room for as long as we want," I murmured, stepping closer to her.
"If this is a Capitol funded orgy…"
"Which it probably is…"
"Which it is," she laughed. "Do you think they're watching?"
I glanced up and around the room. I wouldn't put it past Snow to plant cameras and mics, especially as it involves me, his golden boy from District 4 that is helping sustain his fortune and control over the country. But none of this felt like him, like something he would orchestrate. It felt real and raw.
"Well… We'll give them a good show, eh? That's if, of course, you want to."
A playfully irresistible smile curved on her fiery lips and her eyes lit up.
"I do," she purred. I went to take her mask off, but she shook her head. "It will ruin the allure."
"You know my face. I want to know yours."
"No." She shook her head. "Let's just…"
She didn't finish her sentence. She didn't need to. Her body language said it all.
She turned around slowly, her body close to mine. I nestled my face into her neck and inhaled her delicious scent. My nose touched her snow skin and I heard her gasp slightly. I lightly traced over her spine with my finger, feeling her tense up under my touch. I brought her closer to me, her hips magnetic to mine.
She spun away from me, her dress rippling like fire. I gasped, my desire for her ever increasing. I needed her now desperately but I never wanted this bliss to end. I reached out to touch her but she shook her head, so I stopped, letting her take control. She took my jacket off and flung it on the floor behind her. She slowly unbuttoned my waistcoat, my desire growing with each silver button she undid, then cravat and took these off me, her eyes never leaving my gaze. My breathing grew faster and deeper. I swallowed hard as she stepped back. I kicked my shoes and socks off and came closer to her. I looked down into her eyes, our noses nearly touching. As I licked my lips, I felt her soft breath tingle over them.
"When can I see you Venus?" I whispered, placing my hands through her silky sunshine hair. I stroked her cheek with my thumb gently.
"No, you can't see my face. But you can see other parts of me."
I heard the sound of a zipper and the rustle of fabric and felt slight movement against my body. She stepped back and out of her dress which lay on the floor. I swallowed hard again as I took in her body. She was naked apart from her heels and a dainty pair of black lace underwear. Her breasts were perfectly formed and round with pert pink nipples. She wasn't skinny nor was she particularly overweight. Her stomach was smooth and her hips were symmetrical curves. Everything about her was perfect. She was a goddess.
"Fuck…" I whispered breathlessly.
"Do you approve?" she said as she smiled.
"I just… It's not your body… Obviously you have an amazing body! But you're so confident. Just standing there, completely naked."
"And yet, you're not. You're a little overdressed, aren't you?"
She came closer to me again and started to unbutton my shirt, gazing at my toned chest. She took my shirt off and threw it aside. My chest rose up and down rapidly as she ran a finger over the contours of my muscles.
I'm not used to this. Usually, I did all the teasing. I did the slow undressing and stepping away so they would want more. The sex never meant anything with them. It was just sex. But this was different. This was special. Venus was so close yet so far. And that was what made me crave her. Her touch was electric and her confidence had me hooked. I was already addicted and I hadn't even had a taste yet.
Venus unbelted my trousers and pulled them down. I stepped out of them and looked down at her. She stroked and kissed my legs, nibbling at my calf muscles and slowly caressing my thigh. My body tensed up as she got closer and closer to my crotch. I stopped breathing for moment in anticipation for what was to come, but she took my hand and stood up and led me over to the bed. Venus stepped out of her heels, ducked under the veils and crawled into the middle of the mattress.
"Fuck…" I murmured, gazing at her behind. I was right. Her ass was amazing. The lace undies wouldn't be on for much longer.
I followed her onto the bed and we knelt in front of each other. I breathed deep, trying to contain my excitement for what was to come. My hands cupped each of her buttocks, squeezing her supple flesh beneath the lace fabric. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard.
I moved closer in to her, my lips touching hers. Our mouths entwined with the passion of our kiss. My eyes rolled back into their sockets as the kiss felt divine, more sensual than any lips I had felt before. Her tongue licked at mine, delving deeper into my mouth. My senses became more aroused and alert.
"Finnick?" she moaned between kisses.
"Mmm…. Venus." She pulled back from my lips, looked deep into my eyes and bit her volcanic red lip. "What's wrong? Is everything okay? We can stop if you wa-"
"Touch me," she whispered slowly, her voice erotic and passionate. A sensual smile rested on her lips.
I forced my lips upon her, kissing her madly as she laid back into the luxurious pillows. I tethered my body above her, my chest just rubbing slightly against hers, feeling it rise and fall rapidly. Her legs opened and my hips rested gently inside. I didn't want to squash her but I needed to feel her on me, her electric touch awakening my skin.
My hand ran down her body, caressing the curves of her marble-smooth stomach. I slipped my hand into her underwear and felt her tense up under my touch. A small moan escaped her mouth under the smothering of my kisses. She was already wet for me and I could feel her become wetter. It turned me on so much, feeling her tense up around my fingers. She didn't moan loud like some awful porn film, and that's how I knew she was enjoying it. My pace grew faster as I played and teased Venus with my fingers. She bit hard on my bottom lip and her mouth laid open, breathless with every touch, my caressing giving her a sweet and raw pleasure. I slowed down a little a pulled my hands out of her underwear.
"Oh no, don't…" She begged, her lips forming a perfect pout. "I was enjoying that."
"Hey, don't you worry," I whispered back, licking my fingers. "I'm not done with you just yet."
I kissed over her breasts and circled my tongue over each nipple and she shivered to my gentle touch. I trailed my lips lower, over her stomach towards her underwear. I pulled them off and watched her fling them off her ankle. And so she lay there, completely open for me, with only her mask to hide behind. I caressed the inner of each thigh as I took in this beautiful sight. I could feel her watching me, pouting and pleading with her eyes. She didn't like this teasing. I pushed one thigh back further and buried my head between her legs.
"Holy f…" she gasped, her body quivering in sheer delight.
I licked at the wet folds, sucked in her delicious juices and played with her, using only my tongue. I circled my tongue over her sweet pleasure spot, flicking and swirling as she moaned quietly. Her fingers ran through my hair and she guided my head, pushing me down harder into her. I loved that she loved it. Her breathless moans became quieter and higher pitched and her thighs started to twitch against my head. She was getting close and I had to feel it. Slowly, I slid my middle finger inside and massaged gently, feeling her tighten around me. The grip Venus had on my head tightened and her body quivered. I glanced up, my tongue still sending magical waves of pleasure through her, and watched her face contort with euphoria. Her free hand gripped at her breast and her mouth lay open as her whimpers became louder. She tightened and moaned my name as she spiralled into orgasm. I groaned in satisfaction as I felt the contractions wave through her skin.
I kissed her there once more before sitting up and looking at her, sucking the remains of her orgasm from my finger. She was one hot mess, breathing deep and eyelashes fluttering, with this sexy glow about her. She swallowed hard and smiled.
"Well… Fuck…" she panted. I chuckled gently, unable to hide my own satisfaction.
I laid next to her and waited for her to come down from her climax.
"Was that okay for you?" I said coyly. I knew I was good, but she made me so much happier when she nodded.
"Yeah. It was okay…"
"What?!"
"Six out of ten. Actually, six and a half. Good effort." She giggled. I pushed her playfully and laughed. "Well. Now that I'm done. Night!"
And she turned over, curling into a ball as if to go to sleep.
"Oh no you don't!"
I pulled her back round to me, and she squealed like an angel. My lips pressed hard against hers and she kissed me deep. Feeling her tongue run across mine, knowing where it had been moments before, felt amazing. She was loving it just as much as I was.
"Wait," she said, pulling away. She smiled at me, her lips flaming with delight. "Lay back."
I obeyed and she pinned me down, digging her fingernails into my wrists as she laid on top of me. She tickled her nose with mine, teasing me with her lips so close to my own. I tried to kiss them but she backed away slightly, giggling to herself. I laughed too.
"Oh, come on, Venus," I smiled. "Let me kiss you."
"No," she grinned. "I'm going to kiss you."
She kissed my cheek, and slowly, her kisses travelled down my chest, over my muscles and lower. Her grip around my hands loosened as she went down, covering my skin with her supple lips, nibbling into my muscular contours. Her teeth ran along the top of my briefs, making my body tense up with the hope of her touching me. She removed my briefs and my erection sprang up. Now there was nothing for me to hide behind. She knelt in between my legs and looked up to me, with a glint of desire in her eye. And she went down on me, taking it all in her mouth. I let out a quiet moan, delighted that my urge for her was being satisfied.
I closed my eyes, taking hold of her hair and stroking it gently as she bobbed up and down. I was on cloud nine, the pleasure of her irresistible lips and tongue pleasing me. After all the playing and fooling, I finally had her. She took me to places of sexual desire I have never been before. She made me want her more and more with every stroke of her tongue, with every kiss of her lips. The delicious tension grew as the bliss increased. No, not yet! I can't climax now.
Tugging her hair, I pulled her up to me, just before she reached the point of no return. My beast calmed down, knowing what was to come would be so much better. I glanced down slightly, at my throbbing member. There was a lip mark by my hip bone where she kissed me. Clearly the Capitol make up isn't as irremovable as they think; I mean, if it can't withstand oral sex, it will be crap for everything else!
"Venus," I said, as she crawled back up to me, laying her head on my chest. "That was… wow! Do you even have a gag reflex?"
She laughed softly, her breasts bouncing up and down on my muscles.
"One of my many talents."
"Oh really? What else are you good at?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
She guided my hands to her buttocks and I squeezed them, feeling the hard flesh.
"I like your hands there. Feels right."
"My hands are perfect ass-squeezing size and you have an incredible ass," I grinned, giving them another squeeze. She bit her lip and smiled down at me. She reached behind her and found my erection. She stroked it gently, rubbing it against the wetness between her legs.
"Wait…" I said. "What about protection?"
"It's okay," she smiled.
I smiled back and she guided my shaft inside her. Her eyes rolled back into her sockets, bit by bit, taking it all in. She held onto my hands on her cheeks and dug her nails in, slowing building up a rhythm. She was warm and moist and twitching with pleasure. My heart raced in my chest, like it was going to pound out of my rib cage. I held onto her hips and helped her ride me, thrusting deeper inside of her. Pleasure was all she felt; her delightful moans made that clear to me. She went faster and the euphoria was immense. My head swooned under the sheer bliss that rushed through my veins and down into my groin.
"Venus," I moaned. 'I'm going to…"
My load emptied inside of her in an exhilarating wave of sweet and sensual passion. I gripped onto her cheeks hard as a gasp of pure ecstasy escaped her tender throat, her eyes looking up to the heavens. My body convulsed and twitched at one of the most intense climaxes I have ever reached before.
She collapsed on top of me, panting and sweating, slipping myself out of her. She turned over to the side of the bed and found a tissue to clean herself up. She curled up next to me and hugged my side, entwining her legs with mine. I kissed her head.
"Sorry I ruined the moment," I said quietly, kissing the top of her head.
"You didn't ruin it at all. What made you think that?"
"You know, bringing up contraception in the heat of the moment. It's not exactly sexy, is it?"
"The only thing sexier than sex is safe sex. But it's fine. I take the pill, more to control my periods than for contraception."
"Period talk: now that's sexy," I laughed, giving her a little reassuring squeeze as I watched her smile. "I just… We don't get that sort of thing in the Districts and I just assumed you were from one of the Twelve."
"You didn't think I was from here?"
"No, not at all. You don't have that high pitched squeal and your dress was exquisite in comparison to some I saw tonight. You didn't swoon or scream over me like most of the Capitol do. I often get treated like a beautiful piece of meat whenever I'm out and about here."
"Wow, that's insane. I'm sorry you go through that," she said, kissing my chest delicately. "I'll be honest, I would normally be dressed in the latest trends to fit in when I'm out and about. But the invitation said tonight would be special and magical. I wanted to be the real me."
She looked up at me, her eyes analysing me as she was deep in thought. Venus cupped my face and played with my hair a little. I wondered what went through her mind, what was making her look so serious. I can't imagine what that must feel like, to put a mask on in a city that's meant to be home and not fit in. But then again, I do the same. Finnick Odair, sexiest man in Panem, Victor of the 65th Hunger Games, is a completely different person to what I really am.
"I don't want this night to end," she sighed.
"It's only just begun," I replied.
Our eyes locked in a heated gaze. In divine synchronicity, I sat up and she straddled me, so she sat on top of me. I nestled my face into her cleavage and started to kiss her breasts. She rested her head on mine as I licked her nipples. I heard little noises coming from her. She was sensitive, her breasts swelled under my lips touch. I pinched her nipple with my teeth and teased the tip with my tongue, whilst massaging the other. I held her close and laid her back down, hovering above her. I placed a lock of her hair behind her ear as I gazed deep into her eyes.
"Please let me take your mask off, Venus," I said. "I want to see how beautiful you are."
She pressed her lips together and sighed deep. I braced myself for the serious answer I knew was coming.
"I want to, I really do. But what I also want is for this to be an unforgettable night for the both of us. I want you to wake up in the morning with the taste of my lips on yours. I want your mind to race with the memory of me whenever you see a blonde woman. I want to give you mind-blowing orgasms that none will ever compare to. I don't want to be just another girl that slept with Finnick Odair. I want to be me, as I am. And the only way this can stay alive after tonight is if I am a mystery."
I wanted to see her beautiful face in full, to run my hands along her slightly flushed cheeks, to kiss her forehead. This was a night of mind-engraining passion and I wanted more already, but I had to be realistic. What would seeing her actually lead to? Sure, I'd know what she looked like and I'd try to find her in every woman I met, but would it lead me back to her? She said it herself: she's a different person in the Capitol. At that moment, that was Venus and that was what I wanted.
"Well… I guess you're right," I sighed reluctantly, stroking her thighs. "Do you think I could have another of those mind-blowing orgasms you were talking about?"
She giggled, her red lips alighting with passion, and pulled me down closer so I could kiss her. She kissed back, her tongue sliding into my mouth and exploring it. I kissed deeper and more passionately. Her lips relit my cravings for her. I prised her legs open wide and started to stroke her with my fingertips. Her body quivered under my touch. After our first time, she was a lot more sensitive.
"Mmm… Venus, you're wetter than before," I teased.
I could see it in her face that she tried to contain the enjoyment of my caressing fingers. She breathed hard and fast, pouting and biting her bottom lip.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"Mhmm," she moaned.
I felt my erection lengthen as her moans aroused me. I forced her hands back into the pillows of the bed, making her gasp slightly. Her eyes locked with mine, and she was speechless. But her eyes told me everything. She was begging for me. I eased myself inside her, making her quiver and moan with delight. I slowly went in and out, easing my erection out before going back in again, toying with her. She went crazy; her body needed relief.
"Finn!" she moaned.
"What's that?" I smiled.
"Stop!"
"Oh, so you don't want to have sex with me?" I questioned playfully, continuing to slowly tease myself in and out of her. She arched her back reflexively to my motions.
"Yes! I… Oh, fuck! Fuck me!" she cried out.
I buried myself deep inside of her in one hard thrust. I moved closer to her face and gazed into her eyes, her wanting desperate eyes.
"Beg for me," I purred.
She gasped and narrowed her eyes.
"I'm begging you, Finnick," she said intensely.
I smiled, watching her bite her bottom blood red lip seductively.
"As you wish, V."
I started to work my way inside her, building up a changing rhythm, getting faster then slower. Her body flushed crimson, my passion burning through her veins. Her gasps of pleasure filled my ears and spurred me on. She grinded her hips in time with me, making sure I was buried deep inside her. My fingers dug harsh into her supple flesh and her eyes shot open, with terror and ecstasy. She liked it. She liked the mix of pain and pleasure. I held her with one hand and cupped her face with the other, running my thumb over her plump crimson bottom lip. Her tongue wrapped around it and sucked hard on it. I let out a groan of satisfaction and pressed my wet thumb to her sweet pleasure spot between her legs, swirling and circling. Her body shuddered with moans of ecstasy escaping her mouth, drowning the room with her lustful cries. Oh, God! She was so hot! A spark drove me inside her harder, fulfilling my unchaste desire for her. My heart beat on the double, like it was going to pump out of my chest. I felt the tension building in my body. Yes!
"Yes!" she cried.
"Oh, god, yes!" I growled.
I released my seed inside her as she spiralled into an intense and crazy climax. Her mouth lay open and her back was arched, my hand still restraining her. I looked up to the heavens as my passion emptied into her. I released her and collapsed next to her. My chest heaved fast. My eyes fluttered slightly.
It took a moment for us both to regain composure. She cleaned herself and curled up next to me. Both of our chests heaved.
"So… How was that?"
"Honestly?"
I looked down to her. "Yes honestly."
"Honestly, I have never had an orgasm from sex before. You're the first," she smiled. I laughed a little and punched the air. "Admittedly, your thumb working its magic on the outside helped a lot, but, fuck me, it felt incredible with you inside me. I will probably have to start paying you if you continue!"
I stopped laughing and breathed deep. A thought swept across my mind and I didn't know how to feel about it. I didn't know how she would respond to it. My brow furrowed and my jaw clenched a little. The only way I would find out is if I asked her.
"So…"
"So what?"
"So you haven't asked Snow if you could have the night with me?" I asked.
"No! Of course not! What…" She looked up to me and said softly: "Why would you think that?"
I shrugged slightly. "I don't know," I mumbled.
Fuck! Clearly, she knows nothing about my arrangement with Snow. And now I've given her a reason to question me.
"Finnick? What's wrong?"
"I can't tell you…" I stared up at the ceiling to avoid her probing gaze.
She pulled my chin to get my attention and cupped my face. She gazed deep into my eyes as she massaged my cheek with her thumb.
"Can't or won't?" She said, narrowing her eyes. "Please." She bit her bottom lip gently.
I sighed and took her hand from my face and entwined my fingers with hers.
"After my games, I became really popular in the Capitol. They loved me, especially the women. As soon as I turned 16, I was graced with the presence of President Snow in my new home. He said I had… desirable qualities which are needed in the Capitol and that at my age, I would be able to fulfil those needs. He said if I didn't, all that I held dear to me in the world would disappear."
I paused to swallow hard, to regain composure. I haven't thought about it all this hard in a while and of course, I haven't told anyone else.
"I didn't want to do what he wanted me to; no one in their right mind would. I was young and naïve and I didn't think he was completely serious. The first time I said no, my little sister and brother were Reaped and no one stepped forth to volunteer. It could have been a coincidence as everyone in 4 always signs up for tesserae as someone volunteers each year, so their names were in that bowl a fair few times. But the fact no one volunteered was suspicious. He sacrificed himself for her, but she never made it home.
"The second time I said no, my father and his crew, his closest friends, were 'lost at sea'. That couldn't have been a coincidence. The sea wasn't rough enough to kill a fly the day they died.
"So, I said yes. I had to. What choice did I have? I only had my mother left and a few friends. I didn't want him to pick them off, one by one. I didn't want to be alone in the Victor's Village."
"What did he want you to do?" she asked quietly, listening intently to my story.
"Like I said, I'm desirable. And because I was of consenting age, I was old enough to give the ladies what they wanted: Me. So, every so often, once or twice a month, usually more, I am summoned to the Capitol. And… I have to spend the night with the highest bidder, doing whatever they wanted."
"You're a… prostitute?" Venus asked.
"Putting it simple: yeah," I replied. She gazed deep into my eyes. I swallowed hard.
"I am so sorry, Finnick," she said, her voice full of meaning. "Truly I am. I can't believe he blackmails you like that. You've lost your family just so some overly horny women can get laid? This place is so fucked up."
I was surprised at her remorseful reaction. I knew that this would be hard for her to process and I didn't expect her to say anything, whether it was positive or negative, supportive or unsupportive. This was her world and I expected her to revel in it. She truly was different.
"Does anyone else do it, what you have to do?" she asked. "You must hear things from other Victors."
"Probably. I mean, it's not something I really share with my Victor friends. To be honest, I don't really have any friends now."
"Really?"
"I don't want anyone else to get hurt, so it's best to keep people at a distance. My mother distanced herself. Said I had our family's blood on my hands because I said no and didn't want to be a part of the life I now had."
"She blames you? But that's absurd?! You're a victim, Finn. I'm sure she would've done the same if she was told at 16 to fuck some strange wrinkly Capitol man."
"Don't. I've often thought about that myself. I would hate to be a 16-year-old girl, losing your virginity to some old rich Capitol man who just wanted a quick fuck with a hot Victor. It would hurt them and it wouldn't be with someone they cared about."
"But what about you? Didn't you want your first time to be with someone special?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
"I've always thought men and women approach sex differently. Men can screw and screw and not be affected whereas I've found women usually become emotionally attached to who they sleep with."
"Some broad generalisations there, Finnick," she said with a laugh.
"Tell me I'm wrong, then."
"You're not wrong, just not entirely on the mark. There are definitely women that are unemotive when it comes to sex and men that pour their heart and soul into intimacy."
"I'm sorry; you're right. All my sexual encounters have been business transactions. I lost my virginity to my first client and apparently, it was her first time as well."
Venus looked at me with intrigue. I smiled slightly.
"Really?" she asked. I nodded.
"She was seventeen, only a few months older than me. She, apparently, fell in love with me when she saw me win. She was nice enough. Her parents paid millions for her night with me, absolute millions. It was the combination of everything that made the price higher than usual: me losing my virginity, her losing hers and her losing hers to the famous recent Victor from District 4."
"That is so fucked up."
"You can say that again. I never thought that this is what my life would be like after winning. I got to live, but at what cost?"
"And the payment you get from it would never compensate what you've lost."
"That's the thing. I don't get paid. Snow is basically my pimp," I chuckled to myself, sensing the irony. I watched her smile out of the corner of my eye.
"So, you do all of that and you get nothing?" she asked with a laugh of disbelief.
"Well, I get sexual satisfaction to an extent. Although not really. I tell myself that it's fun when it isn't. They always insist on giving me gifts, but I rarely accept them. I want other things from them."
"What?"
"Secrets," I replied. "I thought I would use Snow's plan against him. A lot of the women are high up and influential. They know things. So, I wrangle the conversation in such a way that the information just comes pouring out as soon as I say I'll give them the extra special treatment. I don't, of course, I just say I do. The fact I was screwing them was special enough."
"And you thought I paid for you?" I nod.
"I did. And I'm sorry for thinking you would pay for me. I just… I always have to go to the parties I'm invited to and they always involve going home with someone at the end of the night. And when I saw the bed, I didn't know if Snow had saved the effort and brought the bed to us. But you said yourself this whole thing tonight is weird, and you didn't act like a normal Capitol woman when you knew who I was and you didn't say the code words so I wasn't too sure."
"Code word?"
"Yeah. Snow likes to fuck with my head and I'll often be surprised with a client when I initially thought it was a Sponsor meeting. They'll say 'Down to business' and I know they're a client."
"I see. Would you have cared if I was another client?"
"I don't think I would've. You're not like them. You're different," I said, running my hand through the ends of her hair. She smiled bright.
"Why, thank you Mr Odair. I haven't paid for you. Our whole meeting tonight is organic in many respects."
"You know… This is the first time I've slept with someone because I've wanted to."
"Really? I'm…"
"Yep," I chuckled. "You're basically my first."
"Well, I feel honoured. I've never been anyone's first before."
"Come on then, I've shared so much with you. Tell me about your first time. You don't have to use their names or anything. I know you want this to be memorable because of the mystery."
She pressed her lips together and sighed deep.
"I… had an affair with my science teacher at school."
"What?!"
"Yep," she nodded, laughing to herself. "Sounds like the start of a cheesy porn film."
"I wasn't expecting that at all!"
"Yeah, it's pretty wild, now I think back on it."
"Oh, come on, you can't leave me hanging like that. Can I get some details?"
"Okay fine, but only if I get the extra special treatment," she said with a seductive wink that made me laugh.
"Only the best, for you, V."
She got a little more comfortable and I prepared myself for the epic story I knew I was going to hear.
"I'd always been the chubby nerdy stereotype at school, always in the library and always getting top marks. The summer before my final year before going off to university, my brother got this girlfriend and she took me under her wing, gave me fashion advice, diet and exercise tips and really brought me out of my shell. When I went back, I was a completely different person. Not in a bad way though. I think this person was always inside of me, but I never had the confidence or the resources to get her out. I have four older brothers and my mother left my father for someone richer when I was young. It was just me in a house of men for a long time, so having that female influence really opened my eyes to womanhood.
"So, I go back to school, and everyone starts to notice me, because not only am I smart, now I've got boobs and ass and a beautiful face and an incredible fashion sense. I can use my appearance to get people to notice me, and then my mind to get them to do what I want."
"And you wanted your teacher?"
"Oh, absolutely. I realise I'm painting myself to be a complete bitch with this story, and I can assure you, I was. I was young, only eighteen, and manipulative and calculating. I had unleashed this power and I did anything and everything with it. I did a lot of growing up when I went to university and that taught me loads, not just academically but also about life."
"So less of a bitch?" I chuckled.
"A nice bitch," she laughed. "Anyway, the teacher. I had all the girls wanting to be me, and all the boys wanting to be in me, but none of them did anything for me. None of them, except for him. He was attractive in every sense of the word: mentally, emotionally, physically. The fact he was someone I shouldn't have just made me want him even more. It was easy as well because we had a good teacher student relationship. I always went to him to discuss a research paper I'd found or a new idea on how Gamemakers could genetically modify something for the Games. This time, I made more eye contact, smiled more, bit my bottom lip more, touched his hand or thigh more. And before I know it, my skirts hiked up to my waist, undies pushed to the side and I'm fucking my teacher on his desk at school."
"Fuck…" The story she painted was vivid in my imagination and I could feel the blood rush to my groin. Despite knowing the affair was illicit, I couldn't help but imagine that was me instead of the teacher.
"Fuck indeed," she laughed, nodding.
"Is that it? No more to the story?"
"Not really," she shrugged. "I cleaned myself up after, left the classroom and that was that."
"It was just once? You didn't have a secret relationship? Did anyone find out? I have so many questions!"
"Nope, that was it. I got what I wanted and didn't want any more. He wanted to pursue it further, kept leaving notes in my locker to meet him again, but I never did. I just carried on as normal as if it never happened."
"Did he get in trouble? Obviously, he was in a position of power and, being a proper adult, knew he shouldn't have done it."
"I don't think so. As far as I'm aware, he still teaches at my old school. I mean, yes, he shouldn't have slept with a student, but I shouldn't have manipulated him. I take full responsibility for my actions and if it ever came to light, I would take full blame."
"Do you regret it, then?"
"Not really. I know I should, because what I did could've destroyed him and I am sorry it happened, but I don't regret it. I wouldn't go back in time and stop myself from doing it. I see it now as a learning curve that led me to be the person I am today. Bet you think I'm just a typical Capitol bitch now, huh?" Her lips pressed tight together and she breathed deep. Her eyes seemed full of remorse and she looked tense, as if she was bracing herself.
"Not at all. My experience with the general population of the Capitol has shown me that most people here are extremely selfish and narcissistic. From your story, I think you could've gone down the route of being like that, especially as you said you had unleashed the power of your femininity and how you could use it for your own gain. I see someone who has reflected on their selfishness and learnt from it. That's what makes you different, what makes you special."
"I have," she said, almost breathing a sigh of relief. I could see her eyes begin to well and her lashes fluttered to hold the tears back. I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I really have learnt from my experiences. University changed me for the better. I'm happy with who I am as a person and I hope I can continue to reflect and grow."
"Good, I'm glad," I smiled, bringing her hand to my mouth and kissing it. "Are you with anyone currently?"
"Well, I'd be a pretty shitty girlfriend considering I'm in bed with the hottest guy in Panem exhausted after some mind-blowing sex."
"Hey, I had to ask. A lot of women I see are married."
"Unfortunately, there's no man in my life."
Although I assumed she was single, I felt my heart jump and bit my bottom lip slightly at her words.
"I'm surprised. I can't see your face fully but I just know you're absolutely gorgeous and you're clearly very intelligent and funny and outgoing and confident."
"Why thank you. That's a very long list of nice things you've just said about me," she said as her cheeks flushed red. "Obviously, I'm biased so I think I'm an absolute catch, but I'm very fussy. I know what I want and I just haven't found it yet. What about you?"
"Well, the only man in my life is the big guy, Snow," I said with a wink. She smirked, rolling her eyes and pushing me.
"You know what I mean. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Who could love a prostitute? Would you be happy knowing your boyfriend disappeared all the time to fuck other women for money he doesn't even get?"
"It's against your will, Finnick, it's different," she shrugged.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" I grinned. She laughed and lifted herself a little, looking deep into my eyes. She pressed her lips together and a seductive smile rested on them.
"I'll be your girlfriend for tonight. Deal?"
"Deal."
She sat up, crossed legged, and ruffled her long blonde locks. They just covered her nipples, so I pushed them aside, so as not to block the delightful view. I sat up as well, leaning back into the pillows of the bed.
"How was work sweetie?" she asked, grinning. I knew she was joking, but part of me enjoyed the playful pet name she gave me.
"Oh, you know. Same old. Fucked this lovely middle-aged woman whose husband works in government. Told me some of Snow's plans for tightening control over District 10 and 11. She smelled of toffee. Standard middle-aged woman smell at the moment."
"Ah yes, I heard that's the new fashion. To smell as sweet as possible. Do you think I smell nice, dear?" she said, offering her neck to me to smell. I crawled over to her, tilting her head back by the chin and kissed her neck. I breathed deep, inhaling her scent. She smelt of sweat and sex and champagne.
"You smell divine, my love," I whispered, kissing her neck again.
Venus pulled back and held my face in both hands. Her eyes bore into mine and her breath delicately floated over my lips. The cogs were turning inside her head and I could feel her analysing my words. My love. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry with anxiety and regret. She smiled and her eyelashes fluttered before she pulled me close and planted a sensuous kiss on my lips.
"Now, seeing as I'm your girlfriend for the night," she said, pulling back and wrapping her arms around my waist again. "Is there anything you've always wanted to do?"
I swallowed hard again and felt all the heat that was in my body slowly evaporate.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you said you this is the first time you've been with someone because you've wanted to, so I thought we could do something particularly naughty. Make this whole night completely mind engraining like I said it would be."
"Maybe… Tie me up?"
"You want me to tie you up?"
"Yeah, why not? I've never really done it before and I probably won't get a chance again."
She bit her lip and breathed deep. She was deep in thought for a brief moment, then nodded. "Sure, why not?"
"Was there a blindfold and rope in that toy box, by any chance?"
A seductive glint was in her smouldering brown eyes. She rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a long piece of black silky fabric and a slightly shorter wider piece. I presented my hands to her, put together and allowed her to bind them and tie them to the bed. It wasn't uncomfortable at all. I kind of liked it, being the clay to her potter's hand.
"Close your eyes," she ordered, to which, I obeyed. I felt the silk cover my eyes and she brought my head forward to tie a knot at the back.
The loss of sight heightened all my other senses. I could even smell her better, that just-fucked sort of smell. It was pretty hot. And her breathing seemed louder than usual. Or maybe she was just breathing harder.
I felt a fingernail graze over my ear and run down my neck, over the centre of my chest and slowly stopping just before my slowly growing erection. And it hovered there, circling and trailing on the skin below my navel. My breathing grew deeper and quiet groans escaped my mouth. So sensuous, so satisfying. Her cool breath tingled over my ear and she licked my lobe, sending shivers through my body that made me squirm under the restraints. She trailed her tongue over my neck, my chest and circled it masterfully over the skin above my groin. She stopped, and I heard the rustle of the bed sheets as she moved back up to me again, and started trailing her kisses over the same spots, planting seeds of raw happiness that I felt in every vein. I was completely erect and I craved her desperately, like she was my own personal brand of cocaine and I needed the rush she gave me now.
No sooner had this thought swept across my mind, I felt her legs straddle me and I was buried deep inside her tight wetness. I clenched my eyes shut and bit hard on my lip to contain the blissful groans. Without my hands to guide her, she knew exactly how to pleasure me. This wasn't soft. Oh no. She fucked me… hard.
Venus pounded away at me, her thighs slapping on mine. Her moans were loud and she was loving every inch of me. But me? I was on a cloud of erotic ecstasy. She was hot and wet and my body lit up in fiery paradise. Her nails dug into my restrained wrists. I was desperate to feel her body on mine, to run my hands up her back and cup her buttocks as she fulfilled my desire. But the fact my hands were tied enhanced the pleasure, made me want her more, spurred me on to the point of…
"Oh fuck!" I cried out. "Venus, stop, please!"
And she did, just before it was too late. I knew I only had one left in me, and I didn't want to stop just yet.
"Getting close, were we?" she asked, taking off the blindfold and undoing the silk that kept my hands back. I blinked hard and rubbed my wrists together, sitting up and breathing deep.
"You could say that," I said. She knelt on the bed beside me, her long blonde curls a lot messier than they were at the beginning of the night. "I just wasn't ready yet. I wanted to do something else fore I finished."
"Oh?" She said, eyebrow raised with an inquisitive yet playful look in her eyes.
"Bend over."
She bit her bottom lip and a smile spread across my face as I watched her get into position. On all fours, legs slightly apart, open and ready for me. I knelt in front of her and caressed her buttocks gently, massaging her supple flesh and lightly spanking her. She squealed a delightful giggle. I gave another light spank then massaged the slightly red cheek.
"Damn, I'll miss this view. I wish I had photographic memory," I said as I traced my finger over the wet folds of skin between her legs and circling it over her sweet pleasure button.
"Mhmmm…" she moaned gently, twitching under my gentle touch. "They're probably developing that technology somewhere, especially for guys like you that what to replay these amazing moments."
"Don't…" I murmured, sliding my middle finger gently inside her. Her insides tightened around me and I licked my lips at the sight of everything clenching. "I'd stop living, just to stay here, in this moment…"
I pulled my finger out and I sucked on it hard, tasting her again and savouring every drop of the delicious wetness. The taste satisfied my hunger for her for a brief moment but it only made me want her more.
I guided myself in between her legs and pulled her by the hips so she slid over my erection. She moaned gently as I filled her up, tightening with each inch I moved in. My eyes rolled back into their sockets, the pleasure already starting to build. I rocked her back and forth, gently at first, teasing her and myself with each stroke. My nails dug into her porcelain skin as I built up a changing rhythm, hitting her deeper and harder and faster and slower and softer and deeper, so much deeper than before. I reached forward and stroked her sweet pleasure spot. She couldn't contain the delight I was giving her; her moans were the sweetest sound I had heard. She trembled gently, pushing herself back into me with each thrust I gave. She struggled to hold herself up from the intense rushes of euphoria and rested on her front, spreading her legs wider for me. Her hand reached down between her legs and her fingers entwined with mine, circling her sweet pleasure spot and driving her closer to orgasm.
"V… I'm…" I gritted my teeth, rubbing her harder.
"I'm so close," she panted, between moans.
I had to time this right. She was twitching with pleasure. I couldn't wait. Her body, it drove me crazy, to the point of climaxing. Intense and sensual. A never-ending spiral of diverging pain and pleasure erupting out of me.
"Finnick!" she groaned, tightening around my throbbing member.
I bent over and rested my head on her back. I was spent, completely exhausted. She breathed deep as well, her body still trembling. My eyes rolled around in their sockets as I was still swimming in sexual energy. I smiled and kissed the small of her back.
Guiding myself out of her gently, I slumped back into the bed. I glanced up and watched her crawl up to me and our bodies entangled in an exhausted sweaty mess.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked. She smiled and looked up to me.
"That was singlehandedly the best orgasm I have ever had, ever," she said slowly.
"I wish I could've seen your face," I smiled.
"Well," she said, giggling slightly. "You will live the rest of your life wanting to know that."
"Yeah, and it will turn me on so much."
She snuggled up closer to me, her legs entwining with mine and using my chest as a pillow. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close. I looked down at her. She looked exhausted. It felt right: her being with me, this divine closeness. She fit perfectly under my arm, a snug fit for a cuddle, like she was made for me.
"Do you think we will ever see each other again?" she whispered.
"I… I don't know… Tonight was fun, really. But would you want to see me again? Like seriously see me? Knowing what I have to do?"
She shrugged and kissed my chest softly.
"I don't see why not. We both shared things about our lives and neither judged the other. The only thing I guess is we'd probably try to recreate this and it wouldn't be the same."
"Hey… We'd still have an amazing time. Honestly, I will never forget this. I'll never forget you."
"Me either. I hope I do see you. Even if you don't realise it's me. You're different to what I thought you'd be. I like you, Finn. I like you a lot," she said, with a slight yawn. My heart fluttered at her words and sank immediately. I inhaled deep and yawned.
"Well, thank you. I appreciate it. Being the 'man whore' of Panem comes with a lot of prejudice." I felt her body start to relax. "I like you too Venus. And maybe we will get to see each other again. Properly. No masks. Just you and me." Then I heard deep breathing. "Together." I looked down. She was fast asleep. I could… But what if she woke up? No. I promised her I wouldn't take her mask off. I glanced at her neck and smiled. I left a love bite where I kissed her. She will definitely remember me in the morning. I closed my eyes and breathed deep.
I woke up, startled and scared. What the…
I looked around my bedroom in the Training Centre. My whole body ached in a way I'd never experienced before. I rubbed my eyes and looked beside me. The bed felt emptier than it should've been.
That was one crazy intense dream, I thought as images of a beautiful blonde woman swam in my mind and sent a shiver through me. I ran a hand through my hair and recoiled at the smell of sweat and sweetness that radiated from my body. I sighed, heaving my numb body out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I turned the waterfall shower on and let the steaming water envelop me. I looked up, mouth wide open and rinsed away the dry salty taste on my tongue. I washed my body and hair, massaging away the aches and pains I felt every time I moved. I looked down to my heavy dead legs and my brow furrowed.
No…
By my hip bone was a mark, a mark not even the Capitol's soap could remove. The mark of a blood red kiss.
I rushed to the mirror and wiped away the steam, looking at my naked wet frame is disbelief. I rubbed and rubbed at the stain, and still it remained. I turned to view my back and there they were: deep red scratches in a perfect V.
There's only one way that could've got there.
But it was a dream!?
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was real. I put my hands to my lips and swallowed hard, the taste of her instantly coming back to me.
It was real. She was real.
Deep red scratches in a perfect V.
Venus.
I wished I knew her, who she was, where she was. Words could never describe how amazing that night was. Shivers went down my spine when I thought of her sensuous touch, how she wrapped her tongue around me, the euphoria when I came inside her. The sex was incredible and mind-engraining, but she knew about me, what Snow made me do, and she accepted me without judgement. She was normal and yet completely extraordinary. If I looked for her, would I ever find her?
Nothing. I would never find her, ever.
