Chapter 3
Taleya
“Where is it?” Aasha asks as she barges into my living room.
“Well, hello to you too, hoe,” I scoff playfully.
“Hey,” she says, waving me off. “Where’s the damn box?” she repeats.
“On the table,” I utter, still perplexed. “You want a drink? ’Cause I need a drink.”
“Hell yeah,” she says excitedly. “We need to drink to this.”
Our reactions to the exquisite gold box—and its contents—that was delivered to me last night are vastly different. While she’s excited and anxious, I’m bewildered and just…I don’t know.
Who would send me this and why?
As I venture to my little bar in the corner of my kitchen nook, she plops onto my sofa and examines the box.
As she opens it, I grab the bottle of tequila.
I’m just a VIP server at Black Diamonds, bartender isn’t on my resume or in my skillset.
After opening this box, however, I’m pretty sure I can whip up something strong enough to process this shit.
’Cause what the entire fuck!
Tequila, grenadine, and a splash of pineapple juice mixed and poured over ice has to suffice because it’s all I can come up with. The bonus is that it’s strong enough to untangle my mind and sweet enough to mask its potency. It’s perfection.
“Bitch, Seventh-muthafucking-Heaven. I have wanted to go there forever and you know it, but I could never just get up the nerve to go. But this, this is some baller shit right here,” she says as she pulls out the beautiful red mask, black wristband, and black and gold little electronic device.
“Okay, I need every detail, step by step.”
As she listens with her damn ears glued to my every word, I repeat the very words I told her just thirty minutes ago on the phone, the very words that caused her to hop into her car and drive over here.
“When I was downstairs getting my stuff out of the locker, Monae called me into her office. I got my shit and went. She was sitting at her desk with a gold box on it. All she said was that a private courier had dropped it off for me. I grabbed it and came home. It was after three and I was tired as fuck, so I went to sleep. I opened it just now, and boom. This and the letter,” I tell her.
“Where’s the letter?” she asks.
“Oh, right here.” I turn and lift the bag from my floor, pulling the letter out and handing it to her.
“I don’t dream about much but when I do, they all come true.
Please join me at Seventh Heaven Saturday evening because my current dream is you.
Wear this mask, beautiful, and be there at six.
I’ll find you,” she reads aloud, then again in a whisper.
“Bitch! This some smooth ass shit,” she says when she looks up.
“I know right,” I admit aloud and sigh because it is smooth as fuck.
Hell, all of it is: the private courier, the gold box, the words, all of it.
I have to give credit where credit is due.
So for a moment, I relish in that and allow myself to fantasize.
As many questions as I have, there’s no denying I’m curious as hell and actually contemplating going. So I simply ask, “What if I go?”
“Yes! That’s my bestie. Yes! Go!” she encourages.
“I’ll have on the mask so no one would recognize me, right?” I ask.
“Right and we can put your hair up to help you look different too,” she adds.
“That’s what I’m thinking. And if he’s some creep or I see him and I’m not attracted, I can ditch him and just see what all the hype is about. Hell, maybe get into something else.”
“Exactly. If there’s no attraction, thank his ugly ass for the free ticket and bounce on him,” she says, always with my shits.
“But if he’s fine and I’m feeling him, I—”
“Wait, and a baller like I suspect. Throw that in there too,” she interjects.
“Okay. If he’s fine, I’m feeling him, and he’s a baller… I can say fuck school, clinicals, and these upcoming exams, and let that man knock my damn head into the mattress,” I say and we both fall out laughing.
“Do they even have mattresses there?” she asks through laughs.
“Bitch, yes. There’s an actual hotel on the top floor and beds on other floors. It’s all on the map.”
“There’s a map?” she asks, intrigued.
“Yeah. Scan this code,” I tell her. When I powered the device on, three QR codes were on the screen: one for the NDA, one for event rules, and the third was a map of the facility.
Aasha scans the third code and briefly explores the map then checks out the other ones. I can tell from the tilt of her head and the steep peak in her arched brows that she’s just as surprised and impressed with the policies as I am.
“Sign it,” she urges.
“If I do, that means I’m actually going.”
“’Cause you are. You have to. I need to know who the hell he is. Do you have any idea?” she asks and I honestly shake my head.
“None at all,” I tell her, then sip my drink.
I’ve been going through my mental rolodex since I read the note and drawing blanks.
Not one person comes to mind. These past three years have been monopolized by school.
Besides Aasha and my job, I haven’t had a minute to spare for a man or a relationship.
Both require too much time and energy and I can’t spare either.
“You know what? A stranger might be better anyway. No strings, just fun.”
“And hopefully orgasms too. Lord knows I need one induced by someone other than me. Plus I heard that Seventh Heaven is like Vegas. What happens there, stays there.”
“Period. Go, get slutted out, and come back like you wasn’t just a whole hoe.”
“I’m gonna do it,” I proclaim, seduced by the fantasy and encouraged by my bestie and this strong ass drink.
“Then, sign the NDA so we can go upstairs and get you ready. We only have two and a half hours because it’s nearly an hour’s drive to Crescent Keys.”
“You’re right. Let me top my glass off first,” I say, then stand. Just in case I need it.
Me: Going in.
Bestie: No second guessing. No matter what, stay and have fun
One of the policies for Seventh Heaven is no cell phones, so I had to send my final text to Aasha before I do the craziest shit of my life…
go inside. My internal cocktail of excitement, anticipation, and a smidge of fear—the good kind though—caused me to arrive almost an hour early.
I want to scope things out and build my comfort level with the actual establishment before my mystery man finds me.
It’s Valentine’s Day and this weekend is themed As You Wish.
Because the mask he provided is red, and just because it is Valentine’s Day, I’m wearing red, the color of the season.
However, I made sure to be sexy as hell.
I slid this size twenty body into a size eighteen rhinestone and mesh, backless bodycon dress.
After checking my face and hair, I take a deep breath then open the door and brave the cold for the few minutes it takes me to step through the snow-laced parking lot in my heels.
Although the weather does, this occasion doesn’t call for boots and a big ass coat.
When I reach the entrance, I regrettably shake my damn head.
There’s valet. How did I miss that?
Still shaking my head, I walk in. The moment I enter, I’m greeted and escorted to one of the check-in tables and a fine ass man processes me.
It happens fast as hell. All I have to do is show the code I was texted once I signed the NDA.
Once it’s verified, he passes me a plastic bag for my cell and I drop my phone and key fob inside.
He scans my wristband then the code on the bag.
As he seals the bag, he says, “Your phone will be available for pick up when you leave. Just check out with either of us. Your wristband is your access. You can use it for any purchases. There are maps by the elevators on each floor to help you navigate. Have fun, and remember, everything this evening is as you wish.”
He motions toward the large black doors behind the check-in desks.
I thank him, smiling. I’m so excited to see what really goes on in here, especially on the main floor, the second, and fifth.
Floor two is voyeurism and five is bondage, but honestly, I just might check them all out. But first, I need a drink.
As soon as I walk through the door to the main floor, the vibe hits me: grown, sexy as hell, and sensual.
People are out and everyone looks good as fuck.
Sexy men and beautiful women of all shapes and gorgeous sizes fill the room.
There are several bars located on the floor, and as I take this all in, I make my way to the one closest to the entrance.
“A sexy drink for a sexy lady?” the bartender asks when I slide onto the stool. This sista is stacked and I love the all-lace bodysuit she’s sporting.
“As long as it has tequila, I’m down. Make one for you too, my treat ’cause I need to know where you got this bodysuit. It’s bodying,” I say and she smiles.
“Thanks. I got it from the new boutique in the mall,” she says, then winks. “Is this your first time here?”
“Yes. I’m meeting someone,” I admit.
“A first-timer. I knew it. I definitely have the perfect drink for you.” She starts making the drinks and I let my eyes wander, taking everything in.
“A Wet Pussy,” she says while placing a shot glass filled with a pinkish-red liquid with a cherry gummy on top.
She’s holding the same in her hand. She nods and I lift my shot.
“Here’s to popping your cherry tonight at Seventh Heaven,” she says before tapping her shot glass against mine.
“Cheers to that,” I say as we down our shots.
After scanning my wristband, she says, “Have fun,” before moving on to another patron.
I’m really here, I think, then grin to myself. Sliding off the stool and adjusting my dress, I head toward the elevators. I only have less than an hour to explore before my mystery man gets here and I don’t want to misuse my time.
Since the elevator bay is a little full, and I’m only heading to the second floor, I opt for the stairs.
The minute my heels touch the second level, I’m immersed in sex.
There are open stages and beds and semi-private rooms surrounded by glass walls.
Performers are on stage self-pleasuring, some straight up fucking.
Both men and women dance and perform, gracing poles, suspended from the ceiling, against the walls, and in the seating areas.
Sex for all to see is definitely the theme of this floor.
Moans and groans can be heard over the music in the room.
It takes me a moment to take it all in, but my eyes land on a thick sista, around my size.
She’s in one of the glass encased rooms, having the time of her life.
Her beautiful body is spread eagle on the bed and one man has his head buried between her legs.
While he’s eating her up, a woman sucks one of her breasts and a man devours the other.
The sight is sexy, erotic, and sensual as fuck.
When her head falls to the side, our eyes lock briefly and I see she’s in heaven.
Her face glows as a pained smile spreads. Sis is having a time and I’m jealous.
When her eyes roll to the back of her head and her body bucks, I swear I feel it.
A chill jolts though my entire body and lands right between my damn legs.
My eyes close and I imagine myself right there, on that bed, getting my body pleased just like her.
The feeling is electrifying and sensual at the same damn time and I have to shift my stance to calm my pulsating pussy.
I’m caught up in all things going on in that bed, and when I open my eyes, she’s on all fours. Got damn! The woman is under her, eating her pussy, while one man fucks her from behind. Her moans are muffled by the other man’s dick in her mouth but her eyes don’t lie. She’s truly in heaven.
“You like what you see,” a deep baritone says from behind me, and my body freezes, because although I’ve only heard the voice a few times, I recognize its rasp and low southern twang. Mr. Mysterious. Shit!