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Capri's
Fate
Chapter One -
Capri
My erotic adventure began the minute he whispered,
"Do you happen to own a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs?"
Well okay, it didn't exactly start there. If I'm going
to be perfectly honest, I think it started with Kat's text: "Meet me at - insert name of five-star restaurant here."
Kat is always getting me to take her out for expensive
dinners. I don't mind, I'm a high paid executive, in a very large corporation,
while she's a receptionist in a small dental office. Besides, I like good food
and her company.
Kat and I have been BFFs since third grade. We were in
each other's wedding parties, and cried on each other's shoulders at our
subsequent divorces. Now, we're each other's go to person whenever the mood
strikes. Obviously, the mood struck and it involved my credit card. I texted
back a reply –"Xavier's. 6 pm."
~ * * ~
Kat waited outside the restaurant when my cab pulled up
to the curb. "Timing or what? I just got here."
After the requisite cheek kiss we stepped up to the
Maitre D'. He smiled his, I-
must-be-friendly-because-they're-guests, smile and escorted us to our
table. We ordered drinks and chatted. We talked about the weather, her new
dress, my job—you know, just old—no, scratch old, put longtime—girlfriend stuff.
After a diet conscious meal, followed by a
calorie-loaded dessert, we waited outside for a taxi.
"Do you trust me?" With a goofy grin on her
face, Kat's dark chocolate mellowed-from-too-much-wine, eyes gazed at me.
Having seen that innocent demeanor before; it meant nothing but trouble. I was a
bit wary. Okay, a lot wary! The last time she'd gawked at me like that and
asked the same brainless question, we ended up at a frat house beer slosh
during Homecoming and I wasn't in college anymore.
A cab pulled up and stopped. She grabbed my arm and
dragged me into it. "Convention Center."
I slid next to her and shut the car door. "What's
at the convention center?"
"That's the trust
me bit." She raised her hands and flicked two fingers up and down at
the words "trust me".
You
have to love air-quotes.
I checked my Blackberry for messages then glanced at
her. "Is this going to get me arrested? Again?"
She shook her head.
"Is it going to get me hit on—again—by horny,
beer-soaked, college drunks?"
Kat giggled.
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"Nope. Not going to tell you. You need to trust me."
Air quotes. Again.
I stuffed my smartphone into my royal blue Coach
purse. "Okay, let's see what the Fates have in store."
A cold breeze tickled the back of my neck. What the hell? I twisted around, looking
for what caused it. The windows were up. I doubted the AC was on, as it was
early April, and still cool outside. I shook my head and settled back for the
ride.
Traffic picked up as we neared the convention center.
The driver wormed his way through the congestion and parked at the curb by the
main entrance.
"Well, it seems like a popular attraction."
I paid the cabbie, and we followed the crowd into the building. As I read the
convention billboard, my feet froze to the sidewalk. I snapped my face in her
direction. "Erotic Notions! The…the sex show!"
"Yup. Keep moving. You're blocking people behind
us." She nudged my arm to urge me forward. "I pre-ordered tickets.
You just need to pay."
"I'm not going in there." I moved to the
side and placed my hands on my hips.
"Oh, come on." Kat tugged my elbow.
"It'll be fun. What else were you going to do tonight? Wash your hair?"
"But, what if…" My stomach dropped to my
knees.
"Don't say it. I know, what if someone sees us.
Girl, we're over twenty-one. We've both been married and divorced. We’re
thirty-three."
"Excuse me. Thirty-two until August."
"Thirty-two. Geesh. But still, I think we're
labeled as cougar wannabees. Not old enough to be a cougar. Not young enough to
be a cheerleader."
I opened my mouth to voice another valid complaint,
but Kat shushed me with a perfect teenage roll of her eyes and the first
logical thing she'd said all night. "If somebody sees us, they're in there
too—duh!"
I
think I should've had more wine at dinner.
Kat directed me to the ticket kiosk and then in some
blur of disbelief, I was standing inside the nation's biggest sex toy show.
The last consumer trade show I attended was for the
company. It featured displays of state-of-the-art computers, software and how
to make your office environmental and ergonomic. The dispassionate side of me
said this was very much the same. Display booths lining the walkways with sales
people pitching their wares.
The entire rest of my being said, "Run!" The
wares here weren't technological.
They were fruit-scented anal lube, blowup dolls, crotchless panties
and…and…what the hell is that?
Kat grabbed my shoulder. "This is so exciting.
I've always wanted to come to one of these. We get to do the private
rooms."
"Oh! Uh, great." Words exited my mouth, but
my brain was still in shock.
"Come on, this way. We, also, get to use the VIP
area. Champagne
and chocolate." Her voice rose two octaves.
Champagne! I
could use a slug. I mean a sip. We showed our passes to a large security guard
then sat at a table overlooking the convention area. A server placed two
unbelievably tiny, plastic glasses filled with champagne on our table and a
plate of four chocolates. Who eats only four chocolates?
I snapped my fingers. "Waitress."
She turned back
toward our table.
With one hand, I picked up more champagne flutes and
with the other I grabbed another plate of dark delight. "I paid
seventy-five dollars for these tickets. These are mine."
She started to protest, but I flashed my best
corporate-bitch stare down. She hitched her head, spun on her heel and left.
I sipped the champagne, trying to absorb the scene in
front of me. Kat talked nonstop and at high speed about the throngs of people
and the nearby display advertising, in gaudy colors, the benefits of this dildo
over that one.
"Ladies." A young woman with a vine tattoo
that ran up the side of her neck and ended on her cheek, stood next to our
table. "I'm Tee. That's T-E-E. And I'm guessing it's your first time at a
sex show."
She smiled at me. "Yes. It's written all over
your face. I'm a hostess here and I can make this experience more pleasurable
if I guide you around. I'll start with the introduction. Hmm. Hmm."
Tee struck her best spokesperson pose. "Erotic
Notions is a trade show dedicated to entertaining and teaching the ins and outs
of all forms of sex. Straight, gay, kinky, etcetera."
I gulped. It was the etcetera that worried me.
She continued, "Be prepared to learn new ideas
and tips while visiting our display booths. We have the latest and hottest toys
for you and your bedroom. And that's not all…"
I knew there would be a wait, there's more. I swallowed another mouthful of bubbly bliss.
"For the delight of our VIP guests," She
pointed a well-manicured finger at both of us. "We can visit the Rooms of
Desire. Where you can witness—or maybe join in—the play."
The champagne had increased Kat's excitement and had
at least mellowed me to the point of being willing to give this a try. Gulping
the last of her champagne, Kat rose and headed for the displays. "Time to
go."
I walked along beside Tee. "Your name's quite
unusual."
"My father's a professional golfer."
I turned to our hostess. I think I had a big question
mark glowing over my head.
"Yes, he named me after that little piece of wood
they stick into the ground and hit the ball off of. And no, my brother isn't
Cart or Club."
"Been asked that a few times?"
She rolled her eyes.
"I so get that. My name is Capricious, Capri for short."
"Capri. I like
that."
"To add insult to injury, I'm a Capri--corn.
That crazed woman," I nodded in the direction of Kat. "Is my best
friend, Kathy Stoller."
"What would you like to do first? See the
displays or visit the rooms." Tee, being very good at reading my confused
expression, explained the difference. I voted for the safer of the two.
"Displays it is. Follow me." She led the way
through the crowd. Kat tight on her heels.
A deep, male voice whispered, "Buy something fun,
something erotic and something dangerous."
I turned to see who spoke. No one seemed to be trying
to disappear into the mass of people. No newspapers were suddenly flung up in
front of someone's face to conceal it. Everyone nearby was busy chatting or
checking out displays.
"Hello!" Kat grabbed my hand. "Keep
up."
I randomly waved my index finger around as I glanced
in several directions. "But someone just spoke to me. I don't know
who."
"You probably walked through someone's
conversation." She giggled as she bounced on her heels. "I love this
place. I'm going to buy a bunch of toys. It's going to be a long, cold
winter."
I raised one eyebrow. "It's April."
"Long hot summer." Kat grabbed my sleeve and
pulled me beside her. "The longer and hotter the better."
We stepped into a display area. A gray-haired lady
with silver-rimmed glasses walked over to Tee. They did the double cheek
girl-kiss thing. "Patsy, this is Kat and Capri.
This is their first time here."
"Welcome to 'Patsy's Party'. Are you looking for
anything in particular? To please yourself or that special other?"
"I want toys for me." Kat's cheeks flushed,
and her eyelids were wide open. I think she was panting. "There is no special other for either of us at the
moment. But we are both actively looking."
Patsy glanced at me. I did a gasping fish impression,
then I heard it again.
"Buy something fun, something erotic and
something dangerous."
I spun and looked around. No male stood near us and
the little brunette, who was looking at a sex manual, couldn't have a voice
that deep. A chill slithered down my spine. I started to tell Kat what I'd just
heard, but I stopped. She'd just have some totally plausible explanation and
somehow I didn't think hearing voices at a sex toy convention had any possible
sane reason. And I wasn't about to admit I thought I was going crazy.
"Well then, let's start with dildos. Every girl's
best friend." Patsy led us toward a shelf covered with phallic pieces of
all sizes and colors. She began her sales pitch by picking up a largest penis I
have ever seen. "This is our best seller, Mr. Monster Dong, guaranteed to
drive you to new heights of sexual satisfaction. This fat boy starts at eight
inches and gets bigger so you experience the feel of a really big cock. And
best of all, this bad boy never goes soft! The three pages of instructions,
which give a wide range of self-satisfying suggestions, are included."
I thought Kat was going to have an orgasm on the spot.
She squealed three times during the description and practically ripped the
thing from the woman's hands.
"If you are into the more sensuous." She
picked up a glass dildo. "This little baby is called A Woman's Delight.
The latest in the glass line. Its ridges and g-spot teasers are designed to
heat up your playtime. I know what you're thinking, but it's completely
non-porous, so it stays germ-free."
"No. No." I waved my hand at it. "I'm
more worried it'll break. I mean, it's glass. And…uh…where it's supposed to
go…I mean…um…"Puul-lease beam me out
of here, Scotty.
She patted my shoulder. "They're built really
strong, dearie."
"Oh, good." My smile was a pathetic little
one, but it was the best I could do.
Patsy raised an eyebrow at Tee, who shrugged.
"Well, let's try lingerie. I have this gorgeous
red bustier, with…" Patsy poked her fingers through the bra part.
"With the playfulness of being a peek-a-boo."
Something—someone?—nudged my arm. Of its own accord,
my hand reached out and my fingers grabbed the bustier out of Patsy's grip. I had
always wanted one of these. To me, it symbolized a sexual tigress. A woman who
can strut into a room and capture every man's attention. Of course not me. Not
in a hundred years.
"I have this regal blue one." Pasty held it
out. "It matches your eyes."
I didn't hand
the red one back to her. I couldn't. Red's my favorite color.
She shrugged and moved on. I followed clutching the
bustier as if I'd just won the Best Actress Oscar. By the time Kat and I left
'Patsy's Party', I had a bustier and a glass dildo. Three display areas later,
I owned a bottle of lubricant—'A water based warming gel that gently heats on
contact to improve mind-blowing sexual satisfaction.' Who writes the blurbs for these things?
My fingers hovered over a pair of red, fuzzy handcuffs,
having noticed cuffs like these around Valentine's Day and thought they'd be a
giggle to own. But could I? I'd never be able to trust a man enough to let him
cuff me to…well to anything. Still, I wanted them. Really wanted them. And I
kind of would like to find the man who could do the cuffing. Someone
mysterious, adventurous and have incredible eyes. Hmph, I'm at a sex toy
convention and I'm thinking about eyes. I gave myself a little shake and turned
away.
Noting that my inhibitions had taken a vacation, I
followed Tee to the next display area, side by side with Kat. The neon pink
sign above the display read 'Adam and Eve'. Adam's other job was probably male
stripper or porn star. It had to be. Real men just don't look like that. You
know that tingle that starts in your crotch when male heat walks into the
room—well—hello Adam!
He started to talk about a five-function clit
massager. My knees went weak and my jaw dropped open. By the time he got to
powerful, easy to use and comes with multiple adjustments, perspiration
trickled down my back and my panties were wet. Did he stop there?
Nope! On to the latest and the greatest in spanking
toys.
He stroked my behind with a long, black stick.
"Do you like to be tamed? This is a stiffening crop." He gave my
backside a slight slap.
I almost ripped his shirt off.
"You can turn it on low and be teased by your
partner. Or turn to four…"
"And what?" Kat's voice was breathless.
He brushed my cheek with the crop. "It's best to
save number four for a very naughty partner."
Yes, I bought it. As we left the display stall, my
fingernails dug into the flesh of my palms from the vice-like grip I had on my
purchases. "I need a drink."
Tee checked her watch as she led the way. "We'll
go back to the VIP area. There'll be a demonstration on the main stage in about
ten minutes."
I kept pulling Kat out of displays as we walked back.
I think she wanted to purchase one of everything in the building.
"Very good choices, so far," the deep male
voice breathed in my ear. "But you still need one more item—something
erotic."
Something
erotic? I've got a glass dildo, warming lubricant, a red bustier and a riding
crop. That's not erotic enough?
"No."
Can
you hear my thoughts?
"Yes."
Trying not to think anything—or pee my pants—I reached
for Kat's elbow, but my hand moved and I grabbed an object in the display
beside me. The label proudly read The Nipple Tickler. Vibrating nipple clamps?
Tee stepped next to me. "I have a pair of those.
I just love them."
I stared at my hand. Every time I tried to open my
fingers to release the package, the muscles and nerves ignored my command.
Erotic
enough for you? Voice. Person. Thing?
A hot breath passed over my ear. "Delightfully
erotic."
I've got sex toys in my hands and a horny voice in my
head. Oh, happy day.
"Kat." I tapped her arm. "I heard that
voi—"
She looked at the package in my hand. "Ooh, those'd
go so well with the peek-a-boo bustier you bought."
Swallowing down my moment of courage and conceding to
my new purchase, I paid for the clamps then turned to Tee. "This is it.
This is the last purchase. Take me to the champagne."
Champagne! That's what was causing the
voice in my head. I breathed, a cliché-ridden, big sigh of relief. I didn't
need to confess I was hearing voices. With a calmer state of mind, I followed
Kat and Tee back to our seats in the VIP area. As I raised my glass, I paused
to wonder what'd been put into the effervescent elixir. It was so not like me
to hear voices or to purchase—you know—sex toys. Those are for other people.
But here I am with a bustier, nipple clamps and a dildo. And it's only 8:30!
~ * * ~
The laser lights flashed around the room as the level
of music increased to the having to shout
range as the Erotic Notions Sexy Lingerie Fashion Show began. The first model
was a long legged, thin, big bosomed, blonde, wearing a black bustier with red
trim and eight inch, rhinestone covered stilettos. She strutted to the edge of
the runway, did the mandatory turn then shook that tiny booty all the way to
the back of the stage.
By the fifteenth version of tall and skinny, my
patience with beautiful young women had disappeared and my cattiness raised its
refined head. I leaned close to Kat's ear. "One more skinny blonde and I'm
going to sit on her and stuff donuts down her throat until she puts on a
pound!"
She nodded and popped another chocolate into her
mouth.
"Check out the Rooms of Desire. You can even join
in."
I didn't even bother looking around; I knew the
speaker wasn't there. But strangely, I wasn't bothered by his voice anymore.
Kat stood and suggested to Tee that we move on.
We left our packages in a secure location and followed
Tee out of the main convention center hall and up the stairs to the smaller
conference rooms. Groups of people milled about. All were clothed, none had
whips. I felt safe.
"I think we will start at the far end." Tee
pointed. "Most people start here. We'll go where it's quieter."
Quieter was not what it was. She led us into the
darkened room. The screams of a woman made my feet freeze to the floor. Kat
pushed past me, but I remained in the doorway until someone shoved me aside and
shut the door. As my eyes adjusted to the muted light, my butt found the safety
of the back wall. I pressed up against it only inches from the door.
In front of me were rows of chairs filled with people
whose attention was focused on the area where the screams originated. I hadn't
managed to get the courage to look. What my eyes refused to see, my ears had no
choice but to hear.
The screaming would stop and a knee-melting, male
voice would ask, "More?"
A breathless female voice would answer, "Yes,
Master!" and the scream would begin again.
"Look up." It was his voice. "Experience with your eyes what you enjoy with your
ears."
Enjoying? My head snapped so I could debate that
issue, but my focus was distracted by the scene in front of me. A woman stood
tied spread-eagled to a free-standing frame. She was naked except for a blindfold
and shiny with sweat. The male, dressed in black leather pants and a sleeveless
vest, placed the end of gleaming metal rod on her belly. There was a loud crack
of an electric shock and a scream erupted from her throat. He placed the rod
next to her nipple. "More?"
"Yes, Master!"
Crack.
Scream.
"More?"
I am so out of here!
The door wouldn't budge. I pushed again. Still it
resisted. I shook it. Let me out of here.
P-U-L-L. Four letters on a sign, which spelled
freedom. I pulled the door and stepped outside. Trembling and a tad nauseous, I
sat on a bench. Three deep breaths later, I felt my heartbeat slow and my blood
pressure drop out of imminent stroke level.
"Too much?"
Yes.
He was hurting her.
"But she loves pain. You do not?"
No.
I cry if I stub my toe.
"Let us move to another room."
Don't know why, but I looked around to see where the
voice came from. What about Tee and Kat?
"They will find you."
May
I ask something?
"Yes."
Who are you? And where the hell are you?
"When the time is right, I will answer."
Great, just what I needed right now. The voice in my
head goes all Zen on me.
The door to the next conference room opened…by itself.
With great hesitancy, I walked inside. A lot of moaning and slurping confronted
me when I looked toward the stage area and saw seven…no, make that eight naked
people engaged in a mass sex event.
I think the starting point was the girl on her hands
and knees, with the male doing her from behind and her giving a blowjob to the
male in front of her. Underneath her, sucking on one breast, was a female who
was being eaten out by another female, and on the other breast was a female who
was being fucked by a female with a strap on. That one was busy giving a
blowjob to the male who was fondling whatever body part on whomever he could
get his hands on.
As I watched, another male walked up on stage rapidly
working his penis erect. He slid a condom over his cock, pulled up the hips of
the prone female who was licking the other female's clit, who was sucking the
other female's breast, who was…I think I'm getting a headache.
He thrust himself into her, increasing the number to
nine. A female stripped as she walked around the group trying to figure out
where or how to join in. I stepped out of the room.
"Still not right?"
My heart pounded in my chest. Ten people? No. I...uh...
"Try the door on the left. Much tamer. Maybe more
your style."
Okay, that was just embarrassing. My style is tame.
Tame means boring, which makes me boring. But, come on…ten people?
I pushed open the door and as I entered, the male
grunted out his orgasm and lowered himself onto the bed next to the woman he'd
been enjoying.
It was a bedroom scene, softly lit, quiet music in the
background and two - count them - two people finishing what appeared to be a
romantic night of love.
I checked my watch. Time to go home. I have a
conference call in the morning, meetings most of the afternoon and I can't miss
yoga class. I went in search of Tee and Kat. I found Tee teaching a couple of
women the joys of using a strap-on dildo. She finished tightening the buckle
then positioned herself between the legs of a very willing female.
"Best to use lots of lube. Yes, we know she's wet,
but drenched is better. More enjoyable for both." Tee picked up a bottle
and poured the lube onto her false penis, spread it about and then did the same
to the awaiting genitals. "I like to grab my partner here and pull up and
then thrust. In and out. See. Oh, hi Capri.
Want to join us?"
Fuck
no. "Looks great, but I was looking for Kat. Time
to go, you know. Busy day at work tomorrow."
Without missing a stroke, Tee said, "Across the
hall."
Remember the group of ten; well it was now three and
Kat was the center of attention. She was on her back, hips propped up with a
pillow while some guy was banging her as she gave some intense attention to
another female's clit. A newly arrived, naked and fully erect male positioned
himself behind the other male and began to prep the male's anus for some
up-close and personal attention.
"Join in."
Never.
"No one here will judge you."
I
can't.
"Just stand next to Kat and rub her clit. I'll
help you."
My feet moved across the floor. I swear it wasn't me
that made me walk over to the group. My hand reached out and I touched her. She
flinched. I picked up the nearby bottle of lube and squirted her clit. The
excess slid down her lips and around the swollen cock thrusting into her. His
eyes were closed; way too busy enjoying what he was doing and what was being
done to him from behind. I touched her again. Her pink flesh was hot. I ran my
fingers up and down between her lips, trying to avoid interfering with the
man's rhythm.
The room grew uncomfortably warm and as I fondled Kat,
I wondered why someone didn't turn up the air conditioning.
The norm being rub this, squeeze that, then fuck, I
take time to give attention to my labia, so I thought the same consideration
should be given to my best friend. Hers was soft, warm and plump from
excitement. I stroked and gently pinched her flesh, working my way up to her
aroused clit. Soft moans emanated from her throat. I circled my finger around
her button while my other hand grabbed the lube lotion and poured more on.
The slick liquid added a musky scent, which triggered
a heat deep inside me.
With tiny flicks of my fingers and pressure strokes
from my thumb, it didn't take long for her body to react. She let out a low,
long moan and I guessed she was having an orgasm. I softened my stroke, but he
kept pounding her. Two of the other participants came at the same time. Their
grunts and moans filled the air. I stepped away, grabbed a tissue, wiped my
hand and sat in a seat in the back row.
Kat wiggled her way of out the group. Another female
hurried across the floor to find a spot while people rearranged themselves. As
Kat dressed, she spotted me and walked over. "That was so…." She
tucked her blouse into her slacks. "Somebody came along and played with my
clit and it made me explode."
I tapped my watch. "Time to go home." I
stood and led her to the lounge.
I don't know why I paused, but just before exiting the
Convention Center, I glanced around the entrance. Nothing attracted my
attention, but a shiver scuttled between my shoulder blades.
Kat stepped by me and whistled for a cab.
As I settled next to her, my gaze drifted back to the
brightly lit building.
I wondered if the voice was going to follow me home.
Can you be stalked by a voice in your head?
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