A/N: I may have been a little hasty in posting this but I wanted to keep up the momentum on this one while I can. Think there might be 4 more chapters in this story, going by the scenes my muse has decided to fill my head with. I guess we'd also call this another warm up chapter. If/when this continues its going to have some pretty strong and detailed descriptions of sexual scenes. Consider yourselves warned now.

Heaven or Hell

His eyes quickly adjusted to the gloom. It wasn't necessarily dark, just that there was just distinctly less light than there had been in the reception area. A warm glow seeped into the hall through a doorway maybe 10 feet away, a woman's throaty laugh echoed from the room.

His heart was still beating a mile a minute after his exchange with the hostess, Azure.

Aww hell.

Or heaven.

He couldn't actually decide whether this opportunity that had been put before him was a gift from God or the greatest torture ever devised by the Devil himself.

Shit.

He shook his head and looked to the right seeing a rack of 20 hotel safes, allowing people to put their things away safely without having to worry about keys getting in the way of any activities they might wish to partake in. That being said, only 5 of them were in use, a testament to how comfortable the other guests felt at the club.

He slipped off his shoes then tucked his socks into one and then his keys, cell and wallet into the other before putting them in one of the many remaining empty lockers. He folded his shirt and jacket tidying them away too. Doors opened an hour ago, so he should probably try to catch up. Pausing for a moment, he considered the black pants around his hips, in the end he settled on simply removing his belt and putting it with the rest of his things.

He shut the locker and punched in four 6's then Lock turning the little light from green to red. No quick getaway now, he was locked in.

'Hey, there.' a brunette, with olive skin in a purple cocktail dress and matching mask said as she breezed through the curtain. 'First time?'

'Yeah,' he replied then suddenly realising that she might think that is was his first time ever he added, 'First time here anyway.'

She smiled, as she tossed a set of keys in a locker and shut it over with practiced ease. 'It's nice here, I'm sure you'll settle in in no time.'

'Honey, we've just come through the door.' stated a tall blond man shucking his jacket, hanging it on a rack opposite the lockers. 'Already picking your conquests for the evening?'

'Just a friendly conversation, darling.' the brunette replied smirking over at him.

Jack glanced between the two, clocking the matching gold bands on the ring fingers of their left hands.

'David, put your mask on!' she exclaimed.

'Yeah, cos telling folks my real name is so in keeping with a masquerade party.' he replied with a roll of his eyes, pulling a mask from his pocket and drawing it over his face.

Oh yeah this was definitely a married couple, he thought with a smile.

'Much better.' the woman remarked making her way over to her husband and gave him a searing kiss. 'Now I can't tell you from any other stranger.'

'Would have hoped you'd be able to recognise your husband even if I am wearing a mask.'

'It's fun to pretend.' she replied grinning up at him

Fun to pretend, the phrase seemed to chime in Jack's body, sending vibrations through every muscle.

The brunette appeared to notice the movement and turned her attentions away from her husband and back to him.

'We'll see you in there, stranger.' Her voice purring the last word and she gave him a wink as she passed down the hall.

'Yes, ma'am.' he answered, a smirk on his lips.

A second later he felt her husband step up behind him.

'No need to be so polite.' the husband murmured. 'Rough and ready is more her style.'

'Uh thanks, I guess.' he stammered, relief filling him.

'No worries.' He replied giving him and encouraging slap on the shoulder and following his wife inside.

Fun to pretend.

That's what the woman had said, and it sounded like a damned good idea.

He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.

Time to get this party going.

Making his way into the same room as the couple his eyes cast around swiftly taking in the scene. Sofas lined the sides of the large room, interspersed with a few tables covered in various sundries that would no doubt prove useful through the course of the night. In the centre of the room, in pride of place, were two kingsize beds pressed together. There were around 40 people filling the room talking, sitting and mingling; a fair mix of ages, body types, skin tone, hair colour and just about every other physical attribute possible. Many were still fully clothed, but there were a few who had already stripped to their underwear and another group of three, two women and one man, were on the way out another door that led deeper into the house hastily removing clothes and giggling all the while.

A number of women glanced in his direction as he entered, a warm smile spread across his lips a the attention. Two or three of those gazes lingered, turning his smile into a smirk. But before he could start any conversations, he felt a shiver at his back.

'Evenin' all.' sounded a warm southern accent at his shoulder. 'Before we get started I wanted to go over some ground rules for the new guys. It'll also serve as a friendly reminder for our veterans too. There is every kind of prophylactic known to man in this house so there is no excuse for not rolling before you start rocking. Tidy and clean up as you go, but those feathers dusters ain't for dusting. No means no. If you have to be told no twice you'll be out on your ass in half a second and blacklisted at this club and every other in the state of Colorado. Partners, set boundaries before fun starts. Singles, remember you might need to ask permission from two guests before you proceed. I don't want my party to be the start of anyone's divorce. This floor has our communal rooms, upstairs are some rooms that are a little more private. Please respect a closed door, though cuckolds might wanna press their ears to the door. Apart from that just have yourself some fun! Oh, and before I forget, the Countessa is here...'

A murmur of excitement rippled around the room.

'...and she's got some new toys that she's kindly offered to show off next door in the next ten minutes or so if you want to watch. But, as usual, I expect she'll be looking for a little audience participation before long.'

About half the room laughed and cheered at this statement, Az beamed a wide smile around the room. As the noise ebbed, she rounded of the debrief by calling out, 'Hope y'all have a splendid evenin'!'

Everyone took this as their cue to start chatting again.

It had felt odd standing beside her as she addressed the room. This was quite clearly her domain, a place and a role where she felt comfortable and confident. All eyes were captivated by her but at the mention of tossing folk out on their asses, many a gaze had swung in his direction, no doubt figuring he was the muscle behind such a threat despite his new status. However, if it was Sam under there, he knew she could manhandle anyone in this room with ease the same ease she displayed speaking to the room.

'So, this Countessa thing.' he said glancing over at her, eager to speak to her again. 'Worth a look?'

She grinned over at him. 'More than just a look. This isn't a spectator sport you know. If you wanna do that you can watch porn or go on web cam sites at home. But seeing as you're here, I'd recommend getting stuck in.'

He smiled warmly, a weight off his mind as she had essentially given him permission to enjoy his evening without needing to be concerned about pissing her off in some way. It was he who was intruding on her territory after all.

But he felt compelled to press further.

'What about you?' he asked softly, needed to know what or if anything would be on the table when it came to them. 'When do you get to have your fun?'

'I need to make sure all my guests are having fun first.' she said in a business-like manner, before turning her body towards him and stepping closer, the satin of her dress brushing his forearm. 'Besides, everything is so quick in the first hour. I like being able to take my time.'

His body was being pulled towards her, his head tipping forward so that their faces were just inches away from each other, the breath from her lips moist and hot across his throat.

'So later, then?'

She leaned closer, her cheek brushing his making his breath stop and his stomach muscles twitching beneath the fingers that trailed across his skin.

His arm raised slightly, hand now resting tentatively on her satin clad hip.

'Absolutely.' she whispered.

His eyes fell closed at the sound of that promise, glorious images cascading through his mind. When he finally managed to open them again, there was the quickest flash of those deep blue of azure before he was standing alone by the doorway eyes unfocused and a smirk on his lips.

Yeah, tonight was going to be one hell of a night.

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