Darby squeezed his butt cheek. “Let’s grab two chairs.”
Normally aroused by her touch, Colton felt nothing. “You go ahead.”
The lights dimmed. As guests made their way toward the rows of theater-style seating, the black velvet curtain rose. The king bed was covered in a black sheet with several orange pillows. Colton sunk into the aisle seat, back row.
Burke, still masked, strode on stage and waited for the chatty crowd to quiet down. “Welcome to Burke’s Playroom and our special Halloween celebration. Releasing your inner demons is expected andcomesguilt free.” He beamed like a proud papa while the audience applauded. “For new members, the Playroom is always at the ready for you to have your own fun. And you don’t have to wait for the show to end, either.” He pointed to the door in the back. “Now put your hands together and help me welcome the Devil’s Lair.”
As Burke exited the stage, the lights dimmed. Red spotlights shone on the bed while eerie Halloween music played in the background.
Colton sipped his scotch.
From the shadows, a man and a woman stepped on stage. She wore a full-length angel costume and he dressed as the devil with a red cape, black pants and a stiff red tail attached to the back of the pants. She hid her face behind a white mask and he behind a red one.
Devil asked for a female volunteer. Several eager hands shot up. He selected Darby and escorted her center stage. With a quick unzip, her dress fell away. Devil took her hand and slowly spun her around so the audience could see her from all sides. She had large, enhanced breasts and a well-cushioned ass. As soon as Darby faced front again, Angel began kissing and caressing her naked body.
Body type meant little to Colton when he donned a mask. In fact, the more variety, the better. Everything about Burke’s parties fed his need, but tonight he couldn’t engage. His throbbing dick was normally a constant reminder of his pent-up energy. But tonight his penis hadn’t stirred.
After Devil helped Angel remove her dress, she turned toward the audience and rubbed her breasts until her nipples plumped. One hand dipped between her legs and she caressed her clean-shaven pussy. As she continued with her self-pleasuring, Devil guided Darby to the bed. She lay on her back and waited, her chest quickly rising and falling.
He picked up a long feather, a black sash, and a vibrator from the side table and set them on the bed next to Darby. After removing his pants, he climbed on the bed, tied the sash over Darby’s eyes and kissed her. When he whispered in her ear, she bent her legs at the knees and spread them wide.
He rolled on a condom and plunged inside her. Darby cried out, then bucked against his thrusts. Not wanting to be excluded, Angel climbed on the bed and sucked Darby’s engorged nipples. As Devil’s thrusts gained speed, he reached out to stroke, then slap Angel’s ass. A few couples scurried toward the back of the room while the performers’ shrieks and grunts filled his ears.
Surprisingly, Colton had had enough. He pushed out of his chair, set his unfinished scotch on the tray next to the bar, and walked toward the back of the room. Normally aroused by the erotic shows, he felt restless.
Maybe he needed to have his own fun. He opened the Playroom door and stepped inside, his eyes quickly adjusting to the candlelight. The large room of sofas and beds wouldn’t fill up until after the show, but there were already a handful of masked couples. Most were fucking, but on the nearest sofa, a woman with an elaborate gold mask that covered all but her mouth was sucking a man in a Day of the Dead Venetian masquerade mask. Colton watched, expecting he’d get aroused. Again, nothing.
A naked woman sauntered over, her face partially hidden behind a plumed masquerade mask. She’d clamped a metal handcuff around her wrist, the other cuff dangled from the chain. She grasped his hand. “Fuck me.”
Tugging it away he said, “I can’t stay.”
In frustration, he left the Playroom. He’d never rejected anyone at Burke’s before tonight.What the hell is wrong with me?
As he walked past the living room, unexpected groans and cries pierced the silence. Morticia was screwing a masked pirate on her sofa. Any other time Colton would have stopped to watch, but tonight he didn’t look twice.
The chilly night air was a welcomed contrast to the stuffy party room. Feeling more aggravated than when he’d arrived, he slipped into his vehicle and drove away. Only after turning the corner did he remove his devil mask and place it on the passenger seat. In the red glow of the traffic light, the evil disguise revealed his self-loathing image.
For the first time in his messed-up life, he wasn’t aroused by the live sex show and he had no desire to fuck a masked stranger, either. And he knew damn well why. What he didn’t know was what the hell he was going to do about it.
21
WELCOME ABOARD
Early Monday light brightenedColton’s man-cave office. He was eager to put Brigit to work. Well, that wasn’t totally true. He was ready to put her to work and eager to take her to bed. The first scenario was about to happen. The second never would.
His phone rang. He punched the speakerphone button on his desk console. “Mitus.”
“Sethfield, here. How’d Friday go?”
“Brigit did a phenomenal job.”
“As I expected. Did you extend her an offer?”
“She’s due in my office any minute.”
“To accept it?”
“No, she moved in Saturday and she starts today.”
