Chapter 2 Stalker
STALKER
Don’t touch your dick. Don't touch your dick.
The pixelated screen in front of me didn't do her justice, it never did, but I’d learned to work with what I got. Hands running up and down my jeans, my dick twitched at the sound of her voice through the speakers.
“Darling, I know you’re trying, but it's just not hot.” Her head shook at the trembling blonde in front of her.
Those sharp, diamond-studded nails folded in front of her face, balancing her chin on them as she looked the fairy woman up and down.
“You’re hot, don't get me wrong…” I begged to differ.
No one, not a single soul on this Earth could be more stunning than my star, but this was her area of expertise, so I let it go.
Learning back in her chair, she tilted her head and asked, “What do you like to do? What kind of sex do you like?”
The blonde’s eyes looked down while her hands fidgeted in front of her, still not saying anything.
My star sighed, getting up from her chair like this wasn't her first time having to do this.
My eyes snagged on those gorgeous, delicate wings that settled down her back like a see-through fabric that barely concealed her mouthwatering bare back.
My finger lifted like it had a mind of its own, unable to stop myself from touching the screen, wishing with all of my being that I could touch them, caress them, lick them.
“Kylee.” She sat on her desk in front of the fairy, crossing her jewel-studded heels at the ankles and her arms in front of her.
“I’m not in the business of keeping people who don’t want to work here.
” The blonde's head snapped up, eyes wide, but she continued, “I know that you have your brother to think about, so I can find you some different kind of work—”
“No. I-I need this job,” this Kylee woman belted, causing my star to close her mouth. A delicious curve appeared at the seam of her lips, and my mind went right to teasing that line with my tongue, getting them to part just for me.
“I-I… I like sex.” When my star's eyebrow lifted, the trembling fairy took a deep breath and continued. “I-I like it w-when they take c-control.” Her eyes shifted, her voice going so soft I had a hard time hearing it, even with the upgraded sound I’d purchased. “B-but I don’t like it t-too hard.”
She kicked out her heel and stood up, gliding toward the fairy woman on those expert dancer legs.
“Soooo…” she went around the back of the woman, whispering in her ear over her shoulder, “You need a soft dom, a master who will take care of you, someone who will have you bend to their will for your own good. One who will have you begging them for more.”
Her finger gently touched the curve of the fairy woman’s neck, and the woman's eyes shuttered. Her lips parted just as those diamond-encrusted nails grabbed her chin, turning it to face her, their lips only an inch away from each other. “I can work with that, darling.”
A cold chill ran down my spine. Hot, rhythmic bursts of air coming in and out of my nose was the only sound on this side of the lens as I glared through the screen.
This woman didn’t know how lucky she was to be receiving this treatment from a woman like my star.
She doesn’t deserve it. Doesn’t deserve her hand, her attention, her direction.
The woman's shoulders relaxed, her body instinctively curling toward my star, and my chest rumbled from the growl I was keeping inside.
Heels clicking along the floor had me snap out of my rage haze.
My star was already sitting down at her desk again, typing out something on her computer.
“I’ll make a note of this on your file. We’ll take you off the floor and have you on the card for requested services.
This way, we can partner you with someone more to your tastes.
” She kept typing as she asked, “Do you have a preference between male or female?”
The blonde fairy thought for a second before she shook her head and whispered, “N-no. Just someone n-nice.”
“Nice yet firm. The perfect dom for you.” My star smiled with all her teeth, and the fairy’s lips gave her a hesitant, delicate curve of her own.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Perfect!” My star clapped her hands, then motioned to the door behind the fairy.
“Grab your stuff and move it to the fourth floor prep room. This is where you’ll get ready and wait until your name is called.
I’ll let Mr. Tempest know of the change, and he’ll give you your new schedule.
” She nodded, backing up until her heel hit the door, turning the knob as she said her thank you’s again and disappeared through the slight opening she’d made.
My star’s head went back against the headrest as she closed her eyes for a second.
My eyes glued to her through the screen, I watched every shift her body made, every rise and fall of her chest. I could make a song from just the sounds of her breathing, and I bet it would be a hit, selling out platinum right away…
which would just infuriate me because she was mine, so I cataloged that into the “private only” space in my head.
A beep came from the phone on her desk, causing her to roll her eyes before she pushed a button. “Speak.”
The smooth-as-whiskey voice of her second-in-command rang clear. “This is your twenty-minute reminder.”
Smirking at the phone, she nodded before she responded in a low tone. “Vaannn, you know how you're supposed to do it.” The silence from the other end was loud as her lips rolled inward to hold in her giggles. She leaned closer to the receiver. “Do you remember who you work for?”
A heavy sigh sounded before a deep, husky tone came out. “Twenty minutes before we all worship your greatness.”
She did a little dance in her chair, squealing silently before settling down.
“Now, Van, was that really that hard?” Another sigh came from the receiver, and this time, she couldn't keep the chuckle in. “Also, I’m moving Kylee to the fourth floor. She needs a soft dom. Someone nice and caring who can control those nerves of hers and let those wings fly on a tight leash.”
“Got it. I have a few clients in mind. I’ll let the girls on that floor know.”
She stood up, singing out, “You're the best,” then she let go of the button and went to open her closet. I wanted to stay, to watch her change and bask in her beauty, but I knew I needed to get going. Her Friday night shows always attracted an overly large crowd, and I wanted my normal seat.
Standing up, I adjusted my hard dick before blowing the screen a kiss and pushing my chair in.
Lifting my grey hood over my head, I called out the rune word to activate the cloaking magic I had a mage put on it.
A ripple of magic settled over my face before I quickly grabbed my keys and went out the door.
My chest didn’t settle until I pressed a button and heard the distinct click of all five locks on my door.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I made it through the lobby, nodding to Vinney the door man as he opened the door.
Car horns cried out, sharp and insistent, while sirens wailed in the distance.
Street vendors called out with urgency while others screamed obscenities over the urban roar.
All of it blended together to make the living, pulsing city that was never silent, never still.
New York was the only city where my star could shine, and I went where she did.
It was just a single block and a quick turn around a corner before I could see the golden doors to Heaven.
Jogging up the stairs, I was even more glad that I’d purchased that apartment five years ago.
As soon as she purchased this building for her club, I found the closest apartment available.
I paid hand over fist for it, but it was the best purchase of my life since it ensured that I would never be late for a show.
Going through those golden double doors, only a narrow, all-black hallway with vintage candle-lit sconces greeted you.
It was ominous and sinister, trying to dissuade you from going forward, but I smiled and kept going until I saw big Randy at the large concrete desk.
He opened his mouth, about to ask me what I was doing here, but I beat him to the punch. “It's always sunshine under her.”
Randy’s mouth closed, and he nodded at me as I headed toward a black wall on my right.
With the press of my palm on the black screen, the door unlocked, sliding open to reveal a large grey room.
As soon as I passed the threshold, a rune on the doorframe lit up, one of their security measures.
It blurred the faces of the room’s occupants so no one could be identified.
Rows and rows of lockers were lined up, over a thousand of them in one place.
Turning to the left, I saw others were already here.
Some were changing into their gear, some of them spraying perfume, and others getting completely naked.
She had ensured that this building was a one-of-a-kind destination, the only place where patrons could truly let themselves go, let themselves shine, and dive into the deepest, darkest crevice where they could set their sexual beast free.
This place was a judgment-free zone, and she made sure of it.
Not only were there cameras everywhere, with security always watching for rule breakers, but if you broke that rule, the punishment was quick and severe.
Not only would your membership be revoked, but your identity would be revealed.
You’d be on the Syndicate’s list, and no one wanted to be on that list.
Putting my hand on the number plate for locker five hundred and sixty-eight, it popped open, revealing my mask for tonight, a white one which covered the whole face. It was plain except for the inscription of my locker number, etched in gold, above the right eye slit.