Booming music shakes the walls of the old, brick building as I make my way to the storage room. I'll be amazed if the orgy goers don't drink their way through all the liquor before the night even properly begins. I heard someone mention something about midnight and rain. I pray my boss will let me go home before all hell breaks loose.
I unlock and shove open the storage room door with a sigh. This was not really my kind of scene. I could handle myself in a bar and catered events, I'd worked plenty of them before but an orgy. I don't know why I signed myself up for this. Sure, the money was good but the moment I stepped foot into the abandoned facility, the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
The room was dank and barely lit as I graze the various shelves for a case of Glenfiddich. I find the last case on the floor near the back of the room when the storage room door creaks and then shuts with a bang.
Fear prickles my skin.
It's probably some horny couple looking for a secret place to get off. Still, I clear my throat before nervously calling out, "Hello?"
I scream when a masked skull turns the corner of one of the shelves. I walk backwards until a coarse brick wall catches my clothing and halts my retreat.
"Oh, I'm sorry." A gentle voice says from beneath the mask. The woman is draped in a hooded, sparkly red cape that barely covers her body. The black lingerie she's wearing underneath leaves little to the imagination.
I clutch my chest as I'm taken aback by the stunning blonde when she unties her mask and reveals herself.
"I couldn't help myself." She admits, stepping closer before setting down her mask on one of the shelves. "I saw you from across the room and I..." she trails off looking at me as if she's seeing the sky for the first time.
"Oh my. Aren't you precious?" She coos, stepping closer. Blonde hair frames her face like a halo although something in my gut told you she wasn't an angel.
My breath catches in my throat. I've never seen such a beautiful woman so up close before.
"What are you doing in such a place?" She ponders with curious eyes. They travel the length of my body and back again. Something wicked and dark encases those hazel orbs making me swallow down the lump in my throat.
My cheeks burn as I stumble over my words. "Bartender- I'm a bartender." I catch my bottom lip with my teeth and tug unconsciously on it. My flight response kicks into high gear as the lady in red seals the gap between our bodies.
I whimper as she presses her barely clothed frame against mine. The brick wall behind me leaves no chance of escape as my heart bangs steadily against my ribs.
"Shh. There's no need to be nervous." She states softly while cupping my chin in her palm. She drags a perfectly manicured thumb across my bottom lip and tenderly releases it from my teeth. "You're something I rarely encounter."
I'm frozen in place, like a deer in headlights, waiting for the inevitable when she leans in, and time stops. She brushes her lips over mine, so tender and soft, I try to keep the whimper that bubbles up at bay but to my embarrassment, it escapes.
She pulls away with a grin. "You really are precious." The apple of my cheek is warm under her thumb as she rubs the soft patch of skin. "So sweet. I'd love to hear you sing."
My brow quirks until I feel her hand sliding down my belly. She catches my wild eyes in a firm state. "Tell me to leave and I will." She states while lifting the hem of my skirt and snaking her hand beneath the material. "Or will you allow me to experience your seraphic nature?"
My core clenches as she palms my mound when I don't send her away. Her nails drag playfully over the thin cotton of my panties before she tugs them to the side and finds my molten heat. An illicit sob tears from my lips as she teases my dripping folds with deft fingers.
She strums my core with expertise leaving me a wanton mess in her grasp. Her thumb circles my clit with tight movements, drawing my bliss out and into the open. My mouth drops in an ethereal sound as she takes me apart with ease.
She smothers her body over mine, her lingerie covered breasts close to spilling out as she secures me against the brick wall even harder. "Such pretty sounds from such a pretty girl."
She laves at the softness of my neck, feeling the pulsating beat beneath the thin flesh as she drowns me in pleasure. Her tongue leaves a hot, wet trail over my neck and down my clavicle as I shake under her lewd touch.
Two deft fingers curl their way into my soaked channel, spreading and molding my warmth to her liking. She rubs along my velvet walls, finding which spots make me shiver and which make me sing the loudest for her.
"It's fun tasting the other side, isn't it?" She asks despite my impending rapture. Her hazel eyes glimmer with wickedness. "The grime. The debauchery."
Wet, sticky thwaps fill the room as she spreads me open. She drinks down every moan and gasp that tumbles from my lips as she fucks me with her fingers into abandon. She tips my head to her chest as she pulls one of her breasts free from a lacy lingerie cup.
"But you're one of the good ones, aren't you?" She claims as she feeds me a firm breast. I groan into her flesh and suckle the nipple she offers. I twirl my tongue around the pert bud and relish the soft gasp that she lets loose.
"That's a good girl." She praises while stroking the base of my skull and scissoring her fingers against my slick walls. My essence drips down my thighs, staining and marking my skin but I could care less as this strange woman makes me feel things I never have before.
She hooks her fingers and grazes that spongy spot behind my clit and my body goes ridged. Every nerve in my body sings, wanting to cry out and praise her for choosing me. My hands lock into her shoulders, too afraid to let go, worried that if I move, she'll disappear, and it'll all have been a dream.
"It's alright." She coos, her eyes growing soft as my core quivers around her digits. "Let go, my precious girl. I've got you."
The knot buried deep in my belly snaps. I come with a raspy wail against her chest, riding out my bliss on her fingers while she holds me in her arms.
She sucks two cream coated fingers into her mouth and cleans them with a moan. My mind goes numb at the image and I do my best to not crumble to her high-heeled feet.
"I must return to the party now." She says, fixing the skull mask back over her face. She stares at me from behind the mask for a silent moment before weaving an arm around my back and tugging me with her towards the door.
"You're not supposed to be here. This isn't the place for someone like you. Leave while you can." Her tone left no room for argument even though I knew I was still on the clock.
I catch myself on the door frame and spin on my heel, catching her otherworldly gaze. "Will I see you again?"
The lady in red smiles under her mask. "One day."