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“Okay.”
“Oh, and one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
“No panties.”
• • •
Saturday, at the exact time, Tamara said she’d be picking me up, she pulls up in my driveway and blows her horn. I give myself one last look in the mirror, then head for the door.
Before I can get into her Benz good and buckle my seatbelt, she hands me a beautiful silk rainbow scarf and tells me to blindfold myself.
I stare at her as if she’s lost her mind. “Blindfold? Are you serious? You expect me to sit in the front seat of your car wearing this bright thing over my eyes? Don’t you think that it might raise suspicions or cause alarm for those who might see us driving by?”
“No. I don’t. It’s dark out. So who cares who sees or thinks what. The blindfold is to ensure you don’t know where we’re going. And it is non-negotiable.”
I roll my eyes, reluctantly doing as I am told. Everything around me becomes a shadow of darkness. I have no idea where we’re going, or what to expect. And now not being able to see only heightens my anxiety. But it also adds to the allure. So far, the whole night is being kept a mystery. All I know is what she’s already told me, which has been much of nothing. Other than she’s taking me to a secret location where I will get the fucking of my life.
I decide to sit back and stay in the moment instead of letting my nervousness get the best of me and spoil my evening. Like I said, I trust Tamara. And I trust that she will make sure that whatever she has in store for me tonight will be everything I have asked for.
I lay my head against the headrest and settle into the butter soft leather seat, allowing my mind to drift off, imagining all the dirty, nasty things that will happen tonight. My pussy heats as I close my eyes and give into the images.
“We’re here,” Tamara finally says, waking me from a deep sleep. I yawn and stretch, surprised at myself for falling asleep. I apologize to Tamara for falling asleep on her.
“Girl, no worries. Considering the night you’re about to have, sleep is exactly what you needed. I trust you are rested and ready for what’s ahead.”
“As ready as I can be.”
“Good.” She tells me to remove my blindfold. I blink, shifting my eyes to the clock in the console. It’s exactly 10:15 P.M. It has taken us an hour-and-forty-five minutes to finally arrive to our destination. I watch as she opens her door and gets out to open an ornate rusted gate. It is overgrown with vines. I can hear it creak as Tamara pushes it open. She hops back in the car, drives through the gates, then gets back out and closes it.
I start to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into as I stare out of the passenger window. No one in my professional circle would ever believe that I’d be into acting out a gang-bang scenario with a group of strangers in some dirty old building. I press my thighs together as filthy thoughts race through my mind.
Save from the car’s headlights, it’s pitch black out, and rather frightening. “Umm, where exactly are we?” I ask, turning to look over at her.
She takes her eyes off the winding road for a brief moment and glances at me. Her lips curl into a smirk. “We’re someplace where everything you hoped for is about to come true. I didn’t have access to an abandoned warehouse, but this is the next best thing. Please tell me you’re not getting cold feet?”
“No, not at all.”
“Good. I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to set this up. And I promise you, it will be a night you will soon never forget.”
A mixture of fear and excitement churns inside my pussy.
I shift in my seat. “I’m looking forward to it.”
She pulls around a huge circular driveway and parks in back of several other luxury cars. We are at what appears to be—from the outside—an abandoned mansion. “The others are already inside,” she says, shutting the engine and pulling her key out of the ignition. She checks herself in the rearview mirror, then opens her door. “Are you ready?”
I glance around—what I assume was once a sprawling lawn—and spot several large, beautiful white sculptures of naked woman made out of some sort of stone. Alabaster, I guess. They look well cared for in spite of their surroundings, and seem out of place here. Although the lawn and hedges are unkempt, I can tell this place was once a beautiful estate. I wonder whose property it is, but dare not ask. Not now, anyway. Real estate is not what I’m looking for tonight. Being fucked is the only thing I am interested in.
I swallow, taking in the house. “Yes.”
This place is huge.
“Then let the fucking begin.”
Where the hell am I? I wonder, stepping out of the car, the heels of my stilettos sinking into the gravel. “I can’t wait.”
Although I am someplace out in the middle of nowhere and Tamara still hasn’t given me much details as to what I can expect tonight, I keep reminding myself how much I trust her. I have no reason not to. Still, my stomach is doing flips as we make our way up to the huge wraparound porch with its huge columns. Two large torches are lit on either side of a huge red double door. Vines and moss creep their way up over and around it.
