Giselle's Pleasure (An Invitation From A Fairy Book 1) (3 page)

Dance music echoed throughout the building, the vibrations pounding through the walls. The volume was muted, though, and she wondered how large the building actually was. Even more important, how many people were here? She took a deep breath, trying to calm the excitement that pulsated within her body.

He continued to wind down various hallways before stopping in front of a wooden door. Without a word or a backwards glance, he threw it open and went in. Slowly making her way to the doorway, she gasped at the sight before following him in. It was almost like stepping into a fancy bordello from days gone by.

The room was extremely large, with blood-red, plush carpeting and floor to ceiling draperies. There were several large paintings depicting voluptuous women in various sexual positions hanging on the gold and white wallpapered walls. Rich gold details and period piece furniture completed the setting. It wasn't the decor that made her breath catch in a rush of lust, though.

In the very center of the room sat a huge, solid-black table with red velvet padding across the top. It was sunken-down somewhat, with massive wooden legs. Several matching pillows were placed around the surface. It dominated the room, reminding her of a stage. This was the main attraction, and deep inside Giselle knew the night would find her on it. Her passage tingled and throbbed at the thought. It was a room created for hot and kinky sex, and the sensual atmosphere was affecting her.

She looked down at the midget when she felt something brush against her hand. It was a feathered red and gold half-mask, meant to conceal the identity of the wearer. He watched her thoughtfully as she slid it over her face.

Taking another puff of his cigar, he glanced back down at his clipboard. He was quiet for a moment as he read what was written before finally meeting her gaze. “How would you like to be the slut tonight?”

A wave of red-hot lust washed over her. Giselle didn’t even hesitate before nodding. It was as if he pulled out her deepest fantasy from the hidden recesses of her body, and who knew? Maybe the unusual host could really read her mind.

He gestured towards a priceless Victorian chair and waited till she was seated before continuing. “We have a few rules for recipients of the Invitation.” He gave her a look that showed her he meant business. “First of all, you have to agree to
not
share information about tonight with the general public. If we want someone to have an invitation, we will issue it.”

Giselle nodded, the feathers bouncing jauntily above her head. “I understand.” It wasn’t something she’d want to share with her family or friends, anyhow. Tonight was strictly about her, and what she needed. Sweat trickled down the valley between her breasts at the thought of it. Whatever took place in this room would change her life, she just knew it.

“Second,” he said sharply, noticing her lack of attention, “The participants are tested and disease-free. Condoms are worn the entire time, and no money ever exchanges hands. Ever. After tonight, it's doubtful you will ever have contact again with the men you have sex with. Can you handle that?”

“Yes,” she responded quickly. She wasn’t even from this area, and the last thing she wanted was a relationship. “By the way, I was tested myself a few weeks ago,” she responded as an afterthought.

He gave her a bland look before saying, “We know.”

Giselle looked back at him and raised an eyebrow inquiringly. “How would you know that?”

“We check out our participants thoroughly being issuing an invitation.” He pulled a timepiece out of his tuxedo vest and looked at her pointedly. “The night is quickly ticking away, and your time could be spent in much more enjoyable pursuits. Shall we continue?”

“Alright.”

“Tonight will be extremely sexual. Undoubtedly, it will be the most intense night you have ever experienced and possibly will ever experience. We go all out to give the participant exactly what they need. Some people find the experience too intense when their sexual fantasies and desires are enacted in real life.”  He lit up another cigar and shifted his position in the seat. “Any questions?”

The sound of a gong being struck from somewhere deep within the building interrupted her answer. He looked at her with an off-hand smile. Rubbing his palms together, he hopped out of the seat and said, “Time's up. Showtime!”

Chapter Four

Within minutes, Giselle found herself seated on the padded table. Her trench coat was long gone. A spotlight came on above her, as the lights from the electrical candelabras began to dim. The heavy velvet curtains in front of her opened, revealing several panes of darkened glass. Her body trembled in excitement. It could only mean one thing. Someone was going to be watching, sexually turned on, while she experienced sex she'd only dreamed off.

The mirrored glass allowed her to see herself but nothing beyond. Already Giselle could feel the heat of eyes upon her, and her body responded. She was the star attraction. It was erotic, making the heat within her body settle between her legs. Somewhere behind the smoky surface of the glass, someone was sexually turned on at the sight of her full curves laid out for all to see.  

She watched herself in the mirror, amazed that the sensual creature reflected was really her. Her eyes were brimming in lust and excitement, eager to experience what the decadent night had to offer. With the mask on she was completely unrecognizable, not that she knew anyone in this city anyhow. There was nothing preventing her from experiencing the fulfillment of every carnal desire locked within her needy body.  

The midget walked back in front of her, now wearing a black top hat. His eyes met hers with a calculating gleam before he nodded, giving his approval. She was ripe and ready to move forward with the entertainment.

With a booming voice, he faced the glass. “Tonight, gentlemen, we have a very special treat.” He gestured back toward Giselle, his palm curved up as if he were presenting a stunning presentation. “We’re going to watch the hottest men compete to give this rubenesque beauty her first orgasm. They won't stop there, though. Our guest has been left unsatisfied. She needs a couple of stallions that can wring every last drop of desire out of her body, even if it takes all of them to do it. These men are on their best game tonight, people. Each one of these men are lusty and fighting mad to get selected to plumb her hot, tight depths.  Shall we meet our competitors?”

Her body clenched so tightly she thought she'd orgasm right then and there. Was this what she had needed all along? As she laid there beneath the hot spotlight, she realized the truth. Her body was sexually-starved. Only the biggest and best could quench her need. For this night she was the slut, and her body demanded to be taken like one.

Five men walked in front of her and spread out in a line several feet away. Calling them just men, though, was almost like an insult. These men were created for sex, their bodies hardened and honed to be the perfect sexual weapons. None of them wore clothing as they stood there, proudly displaying what they had to offer. They were only identifiable by the numbered gold chains that swung from their necks. The heat of their gazes settled on her, nearly burning her alive with lust.

They stood at least 6’5 and with bulging arms and thighs. She allowed her lusty eyes to drop down between their legs, taking her time evaluating each one. How could any woman select just a few when the selection was so outstanding?

Their muscles weren’t the only thing bulging. Each cock was eight to ten inches inches long and fully erect, straining toward her in the desperate need to release. Her body visibly trembled. Soon she'd be experiencing what it felt like to have one of that size pushing within her swollen passage.

She swallowed a long groan of need. They were glorious and varied in color, completely groomed by shaving or trimming. The long, thick shafts gleamed underneath the spotlights, like satin over steel. Her hands clenched into fists as overwhelming need washed over her. Their packages were pampered, designed to give a female the ultimate pleasure possible. She wanted them, craved them with an intensity that would accept nothing less than having them. This time she couldn't control the lusty moan that worked its way past her lips.  

The host turned and walked closer to her. “Just think,” he said lowly, for her ears alone. “Each of these men are aroused by the sight that greeted them when they walked through that door. They watched you, and now they desperately want you, volunteering to be the one to satisfy your lust. His eyes glittered as he asked, “How many will you choose fair lady? How many will it take to satisfy the unsatisfied? Tonight, the choice is yours.”

He turned back to the waiting men, and the unseen ones beyond the glass. “That’s right,” he said loudly. “Will she choose a few or all five? The decision rests with her, we are just the tools to deliver her the satisfaction she needs.” Each man stared at her intently, openly lustful. They liked what they saw, and their thoughts were focused on one thing. Getting in.

Giselle watched each gorgeous male, and wondered how she would ever choose. They were all so well-endowed. A better question would have been how many could her body take? It was greedy enough to want all five.

The midget turned to look at her intently before smirking. Then, he surprised her by winking. Walking in front of the men, he said, “Each of you are going to get a chance to give your sales pitch. You have one minute to prove that you’re the best man for the job. Anything goes, except intercourse. Let's see how high we can forge this fire.”

Their eyes lit up with interest and anticipation. Self-confidence rolled off of them, each one secure in their ability to win the right to mount her. She shifted gently in anticipation, her tightly-beaded nipples sensitive against the material of her bra. Her body reacted to the lusty looks they were giving her. Leaning back on her hands, she spread her bent knees to give them a peek at what they would be getting. 

Getting his pocket watch out of his vest and checking the time, he said, “Number 1, you’re up!”

Within five minutes, every crevice on Giselle’s body had been thoroughly tasted and plundered. Her very blood was on fire from a raging lust that demanded satisfaction, any way it could get it. Never had she experienced such sensuality. Each man had brought her right to the brink of an orgasm just to be stopped because their time was up. The desire inside of her was more than she could take. Her body needed a claiming that had been a long time coming.

“My decision is made,” she said throatily, her eyes slowly perusing each perfect male specimen. “Although I have to admit it was an extremely hard one to make. I want 1, 3, and 5.” She'd been pushed beyond the point of no return. Her body was animalistic, demanding to feel each man pumping inside of her.

She stared at them boldly, eager to get started. The men returned her stare with smug grins, all but giving each other a high five. She lifted her hips up, her wet heat all but dripping out of her drenched passage. Her hands cupped her breasts, pushing them together like an offering as she continued, “I want them,
now
.” 

Number 1 could have been a time traveler straight from the days of Vikings. He was extremely brawny with wheat-colored, blond hair that hung down to his shoulders. His arms and back was adorned with native tattoos involving several intricate designs. He had piercing blue eyes and an extremely large ball sack that she wanted to feel banging against her clit.

Number 3 was completely modern and reminded her of a rich playboy. He had a deep and distinctive voice that was totally erotic. A man with a voice like that could be wanted for his rich baritone alone. His short curly dark hair, five o’clock shadow, and rich brown eyes reminded her of an actor in one of her favorite movies. His eyes were full of a promise that his hard body was more than capable of delivering. He was tall and athletically muscled with a six-pack you could bounce a quarter off of. 

Ironically enough, Giselle knew the last man. He was the President of the clothing line she had come to Chicago to acquire. He was gorgeous in a three-piece suit, but naked, he was even more so. It was hard to believe that the slightly cool, arrogant professional spent his spare time in baser pursuits like this. As hot as he was, she would have thought him unavailable. 

Number 5 was Native American with a reddish-brown tint to his skin and large black eyes. His hair was a thick braid of bluish-black, hanging halfway down his back. She wondered what it would look like hanging loose across his strongly muscled back and shoulders. He even had a white feather worked into the braid, reminding her of the strong and powerful chiefs of old. He could have been straight from the past, not unlike the other man, but the only thing he’d be riding tonight was her. His gaze met hers and held, promising her that he liked what he saw. Complete satisfaction would be found when he got his turn with her.

Clapping his hands, the host said jovially, “Well done.” His voice sounded unnaturally loud in the silence of the erotically-charged room. Each of them were caught up in the spell of indulging in this fantasy sex play, and the sexual tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife. The time for talking was over. All of them were hot and eager for action.  

He pointed up at the two men that weren’t selected. “Take a seat over there, and we’ll see if you’re needed later.” They turned and moved towards the chairs against the wall.

“As for you three. You know what to do, and how to do it. Each man gets a turn, and it’s up to him to decide how it's done. The other men aren’t allowed to touch in anyway, unless they're invited. The man that brings her the best orgasm in under five minutes wins. If none of you can, I bring the other two in. Does everyone understand the rules?” They all nodded, ready to get on with the entertainment.  

The bright overhead light against the muted decor of the room made the whole scene seem surreal. Giselle felt like an actress up on a stage, only the role she was playing was real. She rolled over on the padded table, placing the plump red cushions placed beneath her hips.

She laid her face down, leaving her pussy and crack spread wide open. Her crotchless panties were made up of black nylon strips that framed her nether lips. The air felt cool against the heat of her vagina. She was wet from anticipation alone. A slight sheen of sweat covered her body as she decided who to pick first. This was her one shot, and she wanted the standing ovation. Sliding a hand smoothly across the back of her head, she pulled her long brown hair to the side and met the intense black eyes watching her with interest.  “Number 5, let’s start with you, shall we?

His voice was deep, and his eyes intense as he replied, “It will be my pleasure.”