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Evan explores the pleasures of The Blue Room. , Club Fatale, Pt. 8
Chapter Fifteen – The Blue Room
“You do understand the rules of the Blue Room, Mr. Anderson?”
“Yes,” I responded.
“And are you prepared to place yourself beneath these rules, to be held to the letter of these rules and to execute all actions that these rules require of you?”
“Yes, I am,” I said.
“Then you may enter the Blue Room of your own free will, Mr. Anderson.”
“Thank you, Mr. Lloyd,” I said and entered.
I smiled at the brunette on my arm, as I led her fatefully across the threshold and into the silken blue chamber beyond. As I did, I distinctly felt a chill wash over me. It was like the woman on my arm was a ghost; I could almost see the reaper standing at her shoulder. “And now, sweet Vivian,” I said, “our fates are entirely… out of our own hands…”
Vivian smiled at me, weakly.
Inside were more than a dozen Clubmen, perhaps as many as half the total clientele of the Club Fatale. Each was accompanied by a Femme, as required to enter the Blue Room — a few of them by more than one.
Here and there a girl was being fucked, or throated on her knees, or tortured in some sort of contraption for all to see and enjoy. I paused before a blonde. She hung from the ceiling by her ankles while several men took turns shoving their cocks up her throat, nearly suffocating her to unconsciousness.
“Interesting, isn’t it?” I asked my companion. My finger traced Vivian’s jaw. I could feel her fear, her uncertainty.
Passing on through the gathered couples, we advanced deeper into the lounge. Soft blue light dripped down from above and we bathed together beneath it. Under it Viv’s hair took on a darker, blue-black hue.
Soft, gothic, almost discordant music played in the darkness. Past the mass of men and women, I could see a feminine form kneeling upon a far stage. She was nude and surrounded by men, cocks pointed at her head like lances. She throated one with relish and then gagged hard as her head was pressed down.
When she pulled off, I could see her face clearly. Judy. The girl I had won in the poker game the other week and passed on to Jacob.
With relish, I watched the young brunette take another cock down her throat. The silver cross about her neck jingled as she was forced down violently.
I smiled tightly as I looked on.
A redhead with eyes the color of stormy skies met my gaze from across the floor. Clad in a lacy black dress that left arms and lean white legs bare, her curled locks were tied back at the nape of her neck and draped carelessly over one shapely shoulder. Fine breasts were mounted high upon her chest. Sultry eyes searched mine. She hung on the arm of Max Weiss, opposite a long-legged blonde on his other arm. But at this moment, right here, she had eyes only for me.
I gave her the slightest smile; then my eyes flicked back to the brunette.
Judy mum’ed around the cock as it spasmed and sent warm jizz flooding her mouth and squirting from the corners of her lips. She pulled back and hacked while the next man quickly repeated the process, soon giving her a second sloppy serving of sperm that bubbled out of her lips and nose. Twice more the feeding process was repeated until her lips and lower face were liberally coated with the jizz of four men.
Jacob stepped forward and caressed Judy’s pretty face. His hands slid across her fine jaw, moved to the thick silver chain about her neck, and suddenly tightened and twisted.
Her mouth fell open but caught no air; she had already breathed her final breath. Her hands went to his waist as she prepared to fight him, but Jacob simply nodded and the man to either side of her grasped an arm and held tight and vice-like. Twisting, struggling against her fate, she was held and snuffed before him — semen dripping down her red lips, onto his engorged cock.
As the music reached its climax so did Judy’s worthless life. Jacob cried out and came, blowing his load on her face and open mouth.
Viv’s face pressed to my chest and I held her as she sobbed.
My eyes returned to the redhead. Aroused, a hand in her crotch, her eyes flicked from the dying girl’s to mine and back again.
My cock jumped. My hands went down Viv’s back and I squeezed her ass.
Together, the redheaded girl and I shared Judy’s final moments, as we looked into each other’s eyes, intimately.
Finally, inevitably, Jacob released the brunette; Judy’s corpse slumped to the floor like a used party favor.
A few moments passed to allow the audience to reflect on the beauty of what had just transpired before them. It wasn’t long, however, before the music began again and the process continued: perform and snuff, perform and snuff… It played that way, like a funeral dirge from the beginning of time.
Turning, I guided Viv away from the stage and over to the bar. She wiped her eyes and accepted the stiff drink I gave her. She would need as many as she could get before the end of this night.
“A pleasure seeing you here, tonight,” a familiar voice said.
I turned.
“Mr. Kensington,” I responded, and shook his hand.
“It’s Adrian, Evan,” he said. “Or if you prefer: Ken. Though I haven’t gone by that nickname since my college days.”
“Ken it is,” I said.
“And you know Olivia,” he said.
She was radiant on his arm, dressed in pale white silk that left her arms and one slender leg bare. White-blonde hair put up in a French twist, eyes bright and blue. I stared at her almost sadly; I hadn’t expected Kensington to bring her to this room, on this night.
“She would like a dance with you, if she may,” Kensington said.
“Of course,” I said. “An honor, Miss Olivia.”
I left Vivian with Ken and stepped out on the floor with the supple blonde. She was light on her feet, gliding with me through a soft song.
“I truly regret that we’ve had no time together, Mr. Anderson,” Olivia said, somewhat hesitantly.
“As do I,” I returned. “You dance like an angel…”
“I’d like to ask you for a gift, if I may, sir. Would you… aid me tonight, Mr. Anderson? I know that it’s a lot to ask of you. We don’t know each other well, but I feel almost as if I have a connection with you. Please… I would like it to… to be you…”
She held her breath as I considered.
“And what would Mr. Kensington say of this?” my tight voice asked.
“He told me that if you consent, it would be alright with him.”
I touched her face, searching the guileless blue eyes for a hint of fear or remorse, hatred or disgust. I could see none. Just nervousness. Whether her apprehension was for my answer or her own predicament, I couldn’t tell.
“How are you to go?” I asked.
She was silent for but a moment. “Your choice, sir…” and as she held my eyes, “my lord…”
“Then I will have you by blade and cock,” I said and kissed her softly on the lips. She shuttered and trembled into me.
We danced a few minutes more, pressed against each other. I could feel her body distinctly through her gossamer dress.
As we left the dance floor, I passed her back to Kensington.
He was speaking with Jacob Nelson and Cooper Ellington. Max Weiss was nearby, his blonde and redhead still mounted on either arm.