Not In My Wildest Dreams (Dream Series) (8 page)

It looked to be a heated discussion, so I didn’t walk in on them. Rather, I hung back around the corner and, despite my discomfort with the morality of eavesdropping on my best friend, I couldn’t help myself.

“Why are you being so mean to me? I would never treat you this way,” Becca pleaded.

“Becca, look. We were. It was nice, but we just didn’t mesh well. If we stayed together it would have been disastrous.”

Huh?

“I’ve never gotten over you,” I heard. I wasn’t sure who said it. It didn’t sound like Danika. She had a raspy smoker’s voice and a thick Brooklyn accent. But it didn’t sound like Becca, either. The voice sounded weak and small. “I love you, Dani.”

Whoa! Back the fuck up!
It wasn’t Danny who broke Becca’s heart. It was
Dani.
Becca was a lesbian!? How had I lived with her for three years and not known? We’d fucked more than—what the fuck?! My mind was flashing through all the times I’d seen Becca with our group of friends. How she was charming and flirty with the women. Then there were her questions on the first day we’d met… but the blow jobs, and the quick fucks… I guess that’s why it was always just a
fuck
and nothing more. And she never seriously dated over the past years. Neither did I, but—Becca was always saying that it would hurt too much to get her heart broken again.

It seemed as clear as day, but still as clear as mud.

“Becca, it’s been three years. I still care for you, but not in that way. I’m with Margot now. We match in a way that you and I never did. Move on. Find your Margot.”

Suddenly, Danika,
Dani
, was brushing past me in her authoritative huff. I peered around the corner to see Becca crouched in a ball, hugging her knees. I rushed to her and got down on my haunches.

“Bec? Are you okay? What happened?” I asked.

Becca’s head snapped up at me. Angrily she pushed away the tears that were streaming down her face. “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m so stupid.”

I didn’t know how to respond. I’d never seen Becca cry. To be honest, I didn’t know she
could
cry, well, there was the day of our first runway show that she’d clearly been crying. “Um, okay,” I muttered. “So, the group is going out to that new fondue place on the west side. Should I tell them to go ahead without us?”

“No. I’m fine. Let’s go,” she said in a huff. She stood and grabbed her bag slinging it over her shoulder defiantly.

Y
ou would think that living with, and fucking, a woman for three years would give you some clue about her mood swings. Nope. Not one bit. I’d just found her in a puddle of tears and now she’s ready to binge on carbs. Women!

At the restaurant, I watched her carefully. I’d just witnessed the Great Rebecca Campbell, tower of stone and strength, crumble. And here she was, only an hour later, partying hard, and wolfing down cheese dipped everything, as well as knocking back the martinis faster than the waitress could bring them.

The bill was paid and one by one, our friends dropped off, but Becca refused to give up the fight. The last of our friends hanging on was Lisa. Her and Becca started a separate tab. I chose to stick to RC Cola knowing one of us would have to stay sober. I had never been a fan of Lisa. She’d only joined our group last month. She made me nervous. But not in the way you’d think.

A few weeks ago I went home with her, after confirming there weren’t any other hot chicks around. Working in my new way of dominating women and making them do all sorts of things before I’d fuck them and leave them satisfied Jack Stevens Style, Lisa took it to another level. I had her on her hands and knees, I was buried balls deep in her and she begged me to spank her. Oh the times I’ve wanted to whack a girl’s ass, and never dared to—here was a chick asking, no—
begging
me to do it.

Not needing another invitation, I brought my hand down and squarely smacked her ass. She lurched, moaned and trembled, her pussy clamping down and milking my cock. She wiggled her ass slightly and I let it rip again, to the same effect. My hand stung slightly, and my cock was getting an incredible milking. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her fake blonde hair tugging her deeper onto me. Her breathing quickened and we were both beyond aroused.

This was no ordinary fuck. I rammed into her so hard and fast, it was all a blur, and as I came, I spanked her again, hungry for that milking cunt.

When we were done, I dressed quicker than I had in times past. Normally I stayed and cuddled a bit. Not that I was soft, but I was selfish. There was something about touching all that soft skin after a satisfying fuck. But this time, I was scared. The power I felt spanking her, the way she moaned and trembled… I’d never experienced that. And I wanted more. But I didn’t do relationships. And I didn’t trust Lisa’s motives.

“Hey, let’s get out of here and have some real fun,” Lisa said, winking at me and pulling me out of my memories. Did Lisa know that Becca was gay? Was she suggesting a three-way? There wasn’t anything I would have put past that girl.

“What did you have in mind, love?” Becca slurred.

“We should probably turn in,” I tried. The pit of my stomach turned knowing that what was in the works would change things forever.

“Nonsense, Jackie…” Becca said, laying it on thick. “Let’s go have some fun. Lisa’s the captain. Let’s vote. All in favor, say yes in, um, Russian. Ready, vote!
Dah!
Aww, sorry Jack-o-lantern, you didn’t get your vote in. So, mine is the one that counts.”

Becca thumbed out a hundred dollars proclaiming that it should be enough to cover the last few drinks we’d had, and the three of us headed to the curb. Lisa hailed a cab and ushered us inside and, giddy as a school girl, she gave an address to the driver. Ten minutes later we were on a dark street that reeked of bad news. Calmly she paid the driver and we got out. We’d barely closed the taxi door before the driver high-tailed out of there. That couldn’t be a good sign.

She wriggled her eyebrows, which didn’t match the color of her hair. Calmly, Lisa walked over to a large, heavy, unmarked door and pulled it open. Once inside, we could faintly hear the thump of music. It sounded like a rave party that was the new thing. But those were generally lots of acid and coke and other shit.

“Look, Lisa, we don’t do drugs,” I said, pulling Becca into my side protectively.

“Neither do I, silly. Like I’m going to ruin my career with cheap blow. But—a warning, this will be a high like none other.”

With a confident swagger, Lisa headed in the direction of the driving beat. Becca pulled on me with a fun-loving smile that I couldn’t say no to. I didn’t want to go, but I knew she was going to with or without me. I listened to the brother in me and chose to accompany her. She’d see that this was bad news and I’d be able to get her back home. We rounded the corner where Lisa waited chatting with a huge man that looked a lot like Lou Ferrigno from
The Incredible Hulk.

“D, these are my friends, J and B. They’re my guests tonight, so be nice.”

D
nodded gruffly winking at Lisa, who was already dragging Becca toward another door where it was obvious the music was coming from. Lisa opened the door and the music swallowed us whole.

P
eering into the dark, I was suddenly pulled forward by Becca and the door closed behind us. After the loud assault of the sound wore off, I became aware of the heavy scent of baby oil and sex. Under the music you could hear disturbing sounds that didn’t compute. Snapping sounds. Screaming sounds.

Stepping into the darkness, I noticed we were in a small entry way that sounded like it had padded walls. Small puddles of light were spilling about the room. I willed my eyes to adjust.

“L, darling… how lucky to have you back so soon.” A short, round man with a foreign accent stepped up to Lisa and the two exchanged European cheek kisses. “And I see you brought some
friends
,” he said in a tone that was too excited, but what got me more was how he checked me out more than Lisa or Becca. At least they were safe, I could fend for myself.

“I have a feeling that these two might be your new regulars. S, this is B and J.” Lisa and Becca looked at one another and burst out laughing, and in no time at all they were laughing so hard that tears were rolling down their faces. “Omigod, that is so perfect!” Lisa squealed.

“J, B, It’s nice to meet you,”
S
said, greeting us. “Please enjoy yourselves. I’m sure that L will fill you in on the rules. She’s one of our best clients. And wickedly talented, too,” he said, winking at Lisa before bestowing her with another kiss and taking his leave.

Lisa shucked her wrap and took Becca’s from her and brought them to a coat check girl that I’d not noticed earlier.

“Locker twelve. Thanks,” Lisa bubbled at the girl.

“Come,” Lisa urged, wedging herself between Becca and myself and pushing us around the corner. What we encountered after rounding the corner stunned me like nothing before.

And suddenly the snaps and screams made sense. I looked around the large room and felt faint. There was a woman bound and bent over a table, her arms and legs strapped down. A large man with his face covered like he was the Lone Ranger was standing behind her, holding what looked like a hundred thin, black and red leather strips brought together in one handle. He was slapping figure eights across her ass that was pushed in his direction. The look on her face was blissful. He was hitting her ass and she liked it? He suddenly stopped and walked over to the wall. He replaced the leather strappy thing on the wall and selected a riding crop.

“Are you ready?” he asked the trussed girl in a commanding voice.

She slowly nodded her head yes, her eyes still softly closed. She couldn’t talk because she was gagged with a leather strap with a ball affixed to it. He brought the riding crop to his left and backhanded the stick across her bare ass. She would have screamed, but the ball shoved in her mouth effectively blocked the sound. The look on her face was unmistakable. It wasn’t the face of pain, rather a pre-orgasmic face. I looked at her ass, bright pink, now with a line across her right butt cheek. It was beautiful. My cock started to swell and throb in my pants.

Sex clubs were all over this town. I’d been to a couple like
Plato’s Retreat,
a popular swinger’s club in the basement of the Ansonia Hotel. Man, the “Mattress Room” was a trip. I stayed away from the gay places, places like
The Playpen
at Times Square and most of the places in the appropriately named Meatpacking District, it just wasn’t my scene. I found myself now wondering if Becca had been to any of the gay clubs. But, this place was like
The Vault,
and
Mineshaft.
This was an S&M club.
Holy shit balls!
I’d stayed away from those—er—these places.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Lisa asked her lips millimeters from my ear. “I’m so envious of her right now. My cunt is twitching. Afterward, she’s going to get fucked like there’s no tomorrow.”

The crack of a whip drew my attention to the right. A man stood, shirtless with his back to the center of the room, his arms suspended overhead with a pair of cuffs securing his wrists. Looking more closely, his back had what looked like several cuts on it. Movement to his left drew my attention to a chesty, blonde woman standing about eight feet from him. She was dressed in black, skin tight pants and a matching black bikini top. She raised her hand and the long tail of a whip came down on his back again. The man’s body jerked and trembled. I looked away, unable to process how all of this made me feel. I wasn’t as appalled as I should have been. My cock grew to a near steel hardness.

Forcing my gaze to the far left, a handsome man sat back on a leather sofa surrounded by three naked women. One was settled in between his legs clearly giving the man great head, while his head was thrown back and he was groaning. Meanwhile the other two were french kissing each other in front of him while his hands gripped harshly at their breasts.

“See something you like?” Lisa asked. “Want Becca and I to get a third girl and do that for you?”