Laila's Lies Page 5

  An orgasm sat right out of reach, hovering on the horizon of possibilities she could see reflected back at her in Douglas’ eyes once she finally opened her own. She squeezed her hands, fisting handfuls of Douglas’ shirt, which she didn’t remember latching onto.

  Everyone else she’d just met backed away, leaving her with a faux sense of privacy as her three men caged her between their bodies. They were still in a public space, so she felt safe in the confines of the room while they got acquainted…

  Douglas ran his thumbs up and down the column of her throat. The ease with which he touched her with his strong hands demonstrated how easily he could overpower her. How quickly he could wrap his palm over her mouth and nose and control her ability to breathe.

  Hector and Patrick, as if they were on some kind of synchronized second base team, both reached below her blouse, angling to get a handful of her breasts. What she thought was a thumb scraped her nipple beneath her bra and knuckles on the other side brushed against her, making her pelvis twitch.

  They knew how to seduce her, how to turn off her mind with little more than heavy petting and make her so wet she needed to buy stock in Gatorade.

  Just as she was ready to sink to her knees and give them everything they hadn’t even asked for yet, Jenna showed up at her side and tugged her free from the middle of her damn yummy sandwich.

  Laila tried to blink, to clear her brain of the sexual fog she now stood in, but all she wanted to do was crawl back to the men standing in front of her. They all had visible hard-ons to match her wet panties.

  “Now, now, men. Laila needs a little bit of old-fashioned girl time before you have your decidedly wicked way with her.”

  Patrick answered. “I’d say she was doing mighty fine right where we had her, don’t you guys?”

  “Hell yes.”

  “Fuckin’ A.”

  “We,” Jenna said and looked at the other three women who walked over to her, “we’ve got a surprise for her and we aren’t letting you men ruin that for us. So, we’ve got her outfit all ready but what kind of restraints do you want on her? Assuming she consents, of course.”

  “Of course,” Douglas repeated with another heated stare.

  The men listed several things but Laila’s brain was so muddled she couldn’t concentrate on stringing all of their words together. Moisture slid along the lips of her pussy, so something they said definitely spoke to her.

  Jenna asked with a nod in Hector’s direction, “Ooh that’s naughty, remind me why we’ve never played together?”

  “Because I said you couldn’t,” a short-haired blond guy across the room told her right as he walked in.

  Even though Laila had no idea who it was, it was clearly one of the men who had a key to the lock on Jenna’s collar.

  “And you’re a bit below our preferred age bracket, Jenna. No offense intended.”

  “None taken,” Jenna added with a wink to Laila. “Okay, ladies. Let’s get our girl upstairs and get her ready for a night she’ll not soon forget.”

  “The first of many,” Patrick said to her retreating back.

  She cast a glance over her shoulder to see all three men standing shoulder-to-shoulder again looking at nothing but her, just as they had done that first night behind the bar.

  “Girl, you’re not going to be able to sit for a week,” Skye informed her when they were all loaded in the elevator and Jenna swiped her card to get them moving.

  Laila finally figured she had better speak so they didn’t think she was rendered permanently mute. “Promise?” fell out of her mouth and she slapped a hand over her lips.

  The rest of the girls giggled and Haleigh high-fived Skye.

  “Seriously, Laila, you are our kind of girl,” Jenna told her.

  “But,” Laila started as they ascended to the third floor. Her inner sensor or conscience kicked in like mad as soon as she wasn’t staring at the men she had just wanted to fuck, at the same time…in public. “I can’t have sex with all of them at the same time. Can I?”

  The doors opened and Cyn took her hand, dragging her down the hall along with the other women who were all around her. “Of course you can.”

  She didn’t elaborate or hesitate. She just stated it as a fact and kept walking.

  “But how?”

  “Oh goodness, this is going to take longer to get you ready if you don’t know how. Umm…okay, when a woman and three men really like each other they—”

  “Oh good Lord, I don’t think I need you to get that basic. I’ve been having anal sex since the time you were still in diapers.”

  “Ha!” Jenna laughed as she swiped her card into another room.

  The women piled into the larger area and closed the door behind her.

  Whatever else Laila was going to say dissolved into “Holy shit” as she stared around the room.

  “Welcome to my mecca,” Jenna told her.

  Clothing of all varieties—as long as it was naughty—filled one whole wall. Leather, vinyl, peek-a-boo outfits leaving nothing to the imagination, you name it, it was represented. Several pairs of shoes and accessories were laid out on a cushioned settee in the middle of the room, along with a box wrapped with a pretty blue bow.

  Jenna stood next to the settee and motioned her over. “Open it. I can’t stand the suspense any longer.”

  Laila set her purse down beside it and eyed the box, then Jenna.

  “Come on. I’ve had it ready for several days and I’ve been about to die to make sure it’s perfect.”

  “Please open it,” Cyn requested. “She’s been driving all of us nuts for days.”

  “I haven’t been that bad,” Jenna argued.

  “Bullshit,” Skye coughed under her breath.

  “Man, throwing a girl under the bus with a guest in the room? How rude.”

  Laila smiled at the easy camaraderie the four women shared and a twinge of sadness coursed through her. “Why would you guys do this for me? I just don’t understand why you would take the time and spend all of the effort on someone who’s honestly just passing through town for work. I’m not going to be here much longer.” She cut herself off before she added, even though I don’t want to leave.

  She was getting into dangerous territory and needed to keep her mind straight before she threw away her career.

  “You bought the corset, missy, I just put it together.”

  “But that’s just the corset. What about setting the rest of this up? The date with the three, holy shit, three men downstairs waiting for me? I can’t imagine you do that for everybody that comes in here.”

  “We never set people up,” Cyn admitted. “It’s not exactly against the rules but we definitely try to steer clear of it.”

  “Then why me? I’m not from here, we haven’t grown up together, have no vested interest in each other—”

  Haleigh cut in before she could finish. “But that’s not right, not really. Don’t you feel that connection to us? Like somehow we’ve known each other even though we’ve just met?”

  Laila ran her fingers over the bow on the box in her arms and tried to decide how honest she wanted to be with the girls and herself. She nodded, unwilling to say anything else.

  “We feel it too. Each of us has been through things that taught us that life is way too short to take connections like that for granted. So you may leave tomorrow. We may never see you again, but tonight? Tonight we want to share something with you that will hopefully change the rest of your future. It’s a dynamic so ingrained in each of us that when we see it in someone else, no matter how deep it’s buried we want to help bring it out.”

  “It’s a beautiful thing,” Cyn added as she hugged Haleigh close.

  “Yes, it is,” Laila admitted, surprised by how good it felt to admit.

  “Now that we’ve completed the mushy part of the evening…” Skye smiled and patted the box.

  “Open it, open it, open it,” the girls called out to her and she couldn’t help but laugh, sharing in th
eir enthusiasm.

  She ripped the bow off, shaking the top of the box off and then setting it aside. The tissue paper she moved with a crinkle of sound and then there was her corset.

  Not the corset she found in a store and bought, not the corset she saw online and ordered, oh no. This was the corset Jenna measured her for that was made from scratch by Jenna’s small and very capable hands.

  She lifted the black corset out of the box and the blue thread and details sparkled in the overhead lighting. The grommets were all an electric blue that seemed to glow along with the hook and eye closures on the back. The boning in the garment made her suck in a breath as if it already tightened around her torso and the soft stretchy cups where her breasts would go made her chew on her bottom lip. Her nipples would more than likely be seen since the material wasn’t completely opaque, and she didn’t have a twenty-something figure anymore.

  “It’s going to be gorgeous,” Haleigh whispered, somehow picking up on her trepidation.

  “I’m going to trust you ladies, since you’ve got a heck of a lot more experience than I do. I’m ready if you are.”

  “Yes,” hissed into the room from several mouths.

  “Before we get started,” Jenna prompted, “there’s something you need to know.” She looked up at the corner of the room where a camera Laila hadn’t seen before was clearly mounted high up on the wall.

  It surprised Laila, since she now assumed they were everywhere and she just hadn’t noticed them.

  “That camera normally feeds into a wireless monitor reserved for the owner of the submissive in my keeping. Since you are a guest and haven’t consented to that no one has a monitor, but the video is still cabled into the main digital video recorder in the security room. All of the feeds are monitored pretty much all the time, and recorded and archived for perusal afterward if some kind of issue arises.

  “We can get you dressed in the bathroom if you’re more comfortable but you need to know that everything downstairs will be on camera.”

  “Even in the private rooms?” Laila asked, holding the corset in front of her as if it were some kind of shield.

  “Especially in the play rooms,” Cyn answered. “Trust me when I tell you, having those cameras can save your life. It protects those of us who choose to serve someone or several someones from our knees. And it protects the Dominants who love us and the club itself.”

  “Which will you be more comfortable with to get you ready?” Haleigh prompted her.

  Laila weighed her choices and set the corset back on top of the box, sitting on the settee. She took a deep breath and kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her slacks. She didn’t trust her voice, so she remained silent and pushed her pants down her legs.

  “Hell yeah,” Skye agreed.

  Not too long later, Laila sat at a vanity in the corner of the room and Jenna and the girls were putting the final touches on her make-up and hair.

  “Your eyes are still closed, right? No peeking,” Haleigh told her again.

  She smiled, wondering how much longer she had to wait until Jenna told her she could see herself in the mirror for the first time. The anticipation was going to strangle her. She jiggled one of her feet below the padded stool she sat on, wanting to just fling her hands off and race to the full-length mirror.

  She felt beautiful in the corset, short leather skirt and thigh-highs. To complete the outfit they paired it with a tall black collar. It circled her throat, and Jenna slid on matching leather cuffs around her wrists.

  But the naughtiest things she had on? Jet-black crotchless panties, made from the softest lace she’d ever felt next to her skin, and five-inch heels that hugged her feet as if they were a dream.

  Jenna swiped something else across her lips. “Blot,” she told her after she finished applying whatever it was. “Okay, I’m done. Open your eyes.”

  A gasp was the last thing Laila expected to give when she finally saw herself in the vanity mirror. She expected to feel like a clown or a fake but instead she felt…beautiful.

  Her blonde hair was pulled into a braid and laid across her shoulder. It shone like sunshine against the dark background of the corset.

  The make-up was amazing and seductive and a bit darker than she normally went with, which made her think of spy movies and Hollywood red carpet affairs…and sex.

  “You look amazingly fuckable,” Jenna said it all, cutting to the quick of things. “Come see in the big mirror.” She helped her up, all of the girls guiding her over to stand in front of the full-length mirror.

  She stood there and stared for a full sixty seconds before she could even contemplate turning this way and that to stare at every inch of her new self.

  Understatement of the year, saying she was blown away when she looked in the mirror. “I can’t believe I look like this.” Her breasts were lifted and plumped up in the cups of the corset and they weren’t actually see-through. The heels made her legs look a mile long, the corset tucked in her waist but not to the point she couldn’t breathe or enjoy all that the evening promised to offer to her.

  She finally turned so her profile was in the mirror. Her pussy lips slid together beneath the only-for-show panties. “I’ve never worn crotchless panties before,” she admitted as she looked at herself from as many angles as she could.

  “Delicious, aren’t they?” Haleigh asked with a twinkle of something really naughty in her eyes.

  “I always thought you were the innocent one,” Laila admitted with a smirk of her own. “Now I’m pretty sure you’re just as kinky as the rest of them.” She hiked a thumb in the direction of the other women, which made the band on her wrist tighten.

  “Please,” Jenna piped up. “Her and her men can get hell for kinky. That girl is seriously in the middle of a hot man sandwich most nights with a bit of guy-on-guy sprinkles thrown in to keep things interesting.”

  Haleigh sighed and Laila’s lips kicked up into a grin, wondering what it would be like to have that kind of relationship all day every day and twice on Sundays.

  Laila touched the collar at her throat and glanced at all of the girls behind her. They stared with her in the mirror.

  Their collars meant something very different and she realized that, but she wouldn’t let that diminish what a rush it was to see black leather around her own throat. The large pyramid-shaped studs were just for show but the three big metal D-rings, one for each of the men…

  She shivered with the possibilities.

  She tried to tamp down the excitement of seeing their collar around her throat. Everyone they played with probably wore it, but still…

  Tonight she was theirs.

  “You look amazing,” Cyn told her and sincerity poured off the women standing with her.

  “Super sexy.”

  “And I wish I had your tits,” Skye added at the end.

  Laila liked her rather irreverent comments because they were a hundred percent real.

  “Jenna, I’m actually proud of you,” Skye praised with a smirk.

  “To what do I owe your esteemed tribute?”

  “You didn’t touch Laila. Not once, and you could have been all up in her business but you played nice the whole time. Amazing.”

  “Oh my gosh,” Haleigh exclaimed. “You’re right. I remember my first time in this room. I was so close to coming with your hands on me I wanted to get on my knees and beg you to get me off.”

  Jenna smiled, eyeing Haleigh with more than just a twinkle in her eye. She looked over at Laila and winked. Her smile faltered at whatever was on Laila’s face.

  She tried to smile and laugh it off but it sounded forced, even to her own ears.

  “What’s wrong?” Jenna asked.

  “Nothing…nothing.”

  “That wasn’t nothing.”

  The heat of a blush raced up her cheeks. “Well…comparatively I know I’m not…” She glanced at Haleigh and back to Jenna.

  “Wait, you think I didn’t touch you because of what? Your birthday? Not ev
en.” Jenna stepped closer, her breasts touching Laila’s back. She placed her hand on Laila’s stomach to pull Laila into her body, licking a sensitive spot on her neck. “They told me I couldn’t touch you.”

  “Who?” Laila whispered as she held Jenna’s hand against her. But she knew the answer. She knew.

  “The Three Musketeers. They were afraid you’d freak out if I worked you over.” Jenna grinned with smug satisfaction. “They worried you wouldn’t be able to handle little ol’ me and run screaming before they could get a piece of you. Or three pieces.”

  Without ever taking her eyes from Laila’s in the mirror, her hand moved up, caressing the mound of one of her breasts heightened by the corset. She dipped her fingers inside, brushing them across her nipple.

  Laila’s hips jumped, pushing back against Jenna’s crotch.

  “It has nothing to do with the number on your driver license and everything to do with following orders from the men who want to take you.” Jenna withdrew her fingers and took a step back, clenching her hand into a fist. The connection sizzled between them and Laila watched Jenna try to lock it down.

  “You’re hot,” Haleigh added. “Like seriously hot.”

  “If my door swung that way I’d definitely do you.” Skye snorted and her comment broke the tension in the room.

  Jenna shook her head and rolled her eyes but she had her game face back on. “You ready to go show off all our hard work?”

  For a second Laila wanted to panic, grab her clothes and purse and hightail it out the door. She knew she needed to bolt before doing anything she might regret, or more importantly something she couldn’t live without. She knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and a one-shot deal.

  All she could give the men downstairs was a one-night stand but she was committed to seeing it through. She didn’t want to run scared and she didn’t want to disappoint the women who had so much faith in her either.

  A twinge of regret at who she really was twisted her heart but she shoved it aside, burying it so she could focus on not falling on her face in the stiletto heels.

  “I think I’m ready.”