Chapter 2 Stalker #2
The ding of an elevator chimed from above, and I snatched up my mask, tying it around my face as my feet flew toward the open lift.
I ended up squeezing myself between the cage wall and a fully naked and erect man who was breathing out of his mouth like a neanderthal.
Like me, he wore a white mask, though his was adorned with what looked like a drop of blood beneath his eye.
A giggle came out behind me as a woman in a silk robe pressed her body up against me.
The feeling of fire ants crawling up and down my body made my stomach turn, and when her hand landed on my body, I had to resist the urge to hurl.
Taking a breath, I turned my head around and tapped on my fully white mask, reminding her of my boundaries.
The mask itself was an indicator to others that I was here to watch and not be touched. I was saving myself for my star.
She huffed like everything was my fault, like I was the problem, then her hand pulled away, crossing in front of her robe to reveal her large breast. A sly smirk crossed her lips, so I knew it was on purpose.
She was trying to get a rise out of me, but this lady was barking up the wrong tree. I was taken.
The mouth breather next to me shuddered like the lift was taking too long, and I tapped his shoulder, pointing behind me to the woman in the open robe.
His eyes went straight to the red handprint on her mask like a bullseye.
Forgetting about me, he charged up to her and tore off the flimsy tie of her robe.
She opened her mouth to scream, but the werewolf wasted no time lifting her off the ground and impaling her with his dick.
Her scream bounced around the lift as everyone else either watched with unbridled excitement or faced forward, ignoring them, as this little show was not really their thing.
As he lifted her up and down, fucking her into oblivion, her screams turned into loud moans, her nails digging into into his shoulder blades.
Her back arched just as her fangs slid out, and like a rubber band, her whole body snapped, fangs slamming into his neck.
I turned back around, counting down the seconds until I could get out of this lift, but I was glad I had more room up here at the front.
The sucking and slurping sounds had me thinking that the silk robe lady was a messy eater, and while I could appreciate a good meal, it sounded sloppy, and I didn’t do sloppy.
Just as the lift stopped, a howl rang out next to a high feminine cry, and I mentally patted my own back.
It felt like I was a matchmaker of sorts, just like my star, connecting people with compatible preferences.
The gate opened to a sea of moving bodies who were gathering around a large red-lit stage, and my heart skipped a beat.
I had to get to my spot, the only place where I could watch in peace.
The smell of different colognes, perfumes, and sex surrounded me, choking me, and I moved faster.
Shoving my way through the press of people, it felt like I was going against a tide, being pushed and pulled around yet getting nowhere.
Through my peripheral, I caught the movement of the curtains opening, the light dimming, and quiet panic unraveled just beneath the surface.
Am I not going to make it? Is this going to be the first time she doesn’t have my full attention as soon as she steps onto the stage? Panic bubbled up my throat, and a scream was about to burst when someone moved aside, revealing the black staircase.
Grabbing the rail, I took the stairs two at a time to get to my special spot halfway up the stairs, stopping right beneath the voyeurs’ box.
This spot was the best in the house, with just enough space for one person to stand, leaning up against the rails pointing center stage.
While those that got off on watching others were crammed on the balcony above me, those down below writhed and pushed each other, salivating to be near her greatness.
Here, I carved out my own space, the best place to watch her in all her glory, unencumbered and uninterrupted.
The air was thick with tension, every breath bated, waiting for her.
Murmurs of their whispered guesses of what tonight's theme would be rippled through the crowd.
Their heartbeats pulsed loudly in unison, each one a drumbeat of anticipation that echoed through the crowd.
As soon as the music started, everyone turned like flowers starved for the sun.
A garden of restless souls, each rooted in place yet leaning forward, straining toward the stage for just a glimpse of her radiance.
Those familiar heels clicked, echoing over the beat of the music, and time stopped. The ruby red curtains shimmered, a magical aura filling the room as the red turned into a deep black before it dropped.
The crowd gasped.
*Stepping over that black velvet curtain in shiny, black, latex thigh-high boots was the sex goddess among us.
My gaze feasted on her, traveling up those latex heels to those pearly satin thighs strapped into leather leg harnesses.
The duality of the hard leather and soft skin made me want to bury my face between them, letting the hard leather rub against my cheek as my lips kissed up her thigh.
Just the thought of it had me getting harder than a rock.
She stomped further onto the stage to the beat of the song in a black low-cut bodysuit.
Only a thin string zigzagged back and forth from her navel up to her chest, desperately using all its strength to keep the fabric from busting open, but that was the point.
She wanted to make my blood rush, excitement filling my lewd veins at the knowledge that it would take no more than one strained moment to snap, giving me the view I really wanted.
One thing about my star was that she knew how to put on a show, to keep the audience entertained, to keep them in a state of emotional war.
The push and pull between what you craved and what she was willing to give you was addicting.
The song changed its tone, going from cute and sweet to angry screaming.
Now, she would pick one person from the crowd and say the words from the song to them, eyes wide and serious, before the song switched back to its cute girl tone.
Her head bopped around, those glowing ashy tresses swinging in the long, loose pigtails that made her look much sweeter than the dominatrix outfit implied.
Another duality. Another way to capture the crowd’s attention, to make everyone’s fantasies come alive, no matter if they liked it hard or soft.
My eyes devoured every scrap of skin, every curve of her voluptuous body as she worked the crowd. Hands reached for her, and voices called out to her, begging her to take them, choose them, promising that they would worship her and let her do whatever she wanted to them.
Her rose gold eyes twinkled as she gave the crowd a sly, cruel smile, and the audience went into a frenzy. Clothed and naked bodies clawed at the stage in a state of feral arousal, but the shimmer of a magical barrier prevented them from getting closer.
She cackled to the ceiling, eyeing them all like the ants they were.
Finally, she pulled out a spiked collar and leash, prowling to the edge of the stage as she looked around.
Gulping down a breath, I zeroed in on that collar hanging from her diamond-studded fingers, swinging back and forth, taunting me, because I wanted it.
She yanked some naked idiot out of the crowd and past the barrier, looking him deep in his eyes.
His shocked expression quickly glazed over, his face flushing as her fairy magic had its way with him, showing him what he desired most. She let go of him like he was nothing, and he fell to the floor, panting.
Her wings snapped out, and with a fierce glare, she threw the leash and collar on the floor next to him, barking something at him that the music covered up.
He scrambled to his knees, unbuckling the collar as fast as his fingers could fly while stealing glances at her, practically drooling over whatever it was he saw.
Just as he secured it around his neck, she yanked the leash back and pushed his shoulders forward, choking him.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his cock already leaking as she said the words of the chorus into his ear.
The whole time, she looked out at the crowd, including us in her demand for worship.
Hearing my own ragged breath come out hard and fast, my hand drifted over my pants, rubbing myself as I focused on erasing that unworthy idiot next to her and replacing him with me.
She surged to her feet and kicked him to his knees. Her sheer wings fluttered, lifting her up before she settled herself on his back. Her fingers wove through his hair, slow and sensual, then she rested her cheek on his head before yanking it up by his hair.
His vampire fangs snapped out, and he let out a long, low moan.
Like she’d timed it perfectly, she twirled her wrists, winding up the leash before yanking on it, causing the moan to be cut off as she strangled him.
Blowing a kiss to the crowd, she spanked his ass.
His whole body jerked in surprise, but the leash only tightened as she continued, showing us that he was under her control.
He did what she wanted and what she wanted only.
Shoving my hands into my pockets, teeth clenched, I lost focus, glaring at the male on stage as a simmering rage took over my body. I wanted to be under her control. I wanted her to touch me, to use my body however she wanted.
That garbage male got to be on stage with her, getting off under her touch as he envisioned his desire when it should be about fulfilling her desires. It was maddening how these useless souls surrounded her and only took, took, took.
After the third loud slap, his whole body convulsed, his arms giving up as he collapsed on the ground in a puddle of his own cum. She hovered in the air, looking down at him with a smug smile as her heels hit the floor, and she tucked her wings away.
The song finished, and she stepped over the bastard on the floor who was still panting.
Lifting her arms wide, she called out, “Always remember, your deepest fantasies, your most wanton desires,” her head tilted as her lips slanted, “your disgusting depravities are always within reach here at the Winged Palace.” She bowed like a seasoned professional, full of grace and beauty, before the lights went down on the stage.
As soon as the lights dimmed, the excitement of seeing her faded.
It was like my star had taken all her bright, glorious light with her, leaving me feeling hollow.
My dick grew soft, and darkness clouded my heart, spreading out through my body.
Steps sounded behind me, and I knew I needed to move out of the way, so I trudged on, each step getting heavier.
I needed to see her. Have my eyes solely focused on her. That was the only way I could shake off this all-consuming depression.
I made my way back to the locker room and dropped my mask off, my steps growing faster and faster as I sped home. My screens. The pictures. My star. I ached for her, all the way down to the core of my bones. Nothing could cure this but her.
Like the hounds of Hell were nipping at my heels, I ran through my apartment lobby, taking the stairs two at a time until I reached my apartment.
Lifting my hand to the door, all five locks unlocked, and I went in, shutting the door before sprinting to my computer.
When the screen woke, it revealed her talking to some of the workers on the third floor, coaching them on the best way to give a hand job to a werewolf still in wolf form.
My heart sped up, dick in full salute, as I unzipped my pants, focusing the high-definition camera onto her face only.
Replaying tonight's performance in my head, I pleasured myself to the fantasy of what she would do with me if I ever had the chance.
Soon, I gasped out her name as my star gave me the ending I needed.
Slumped in my chair, cum all over my pants, her heels clicking through the speaker, I closed my eyes, envisioning that she was here, in my living room, all mine. Maybe I should bring her a gift? Something so she knows I appreciate her.
That familiar darkness in my soul started to creep up again, whispers of my past failures rising from the back of my mind, but the second I found my star, scrolling through emails on her computer, all of that melted into the background.
I didn’t think I could hold out much longer.
I’ll be worthy of you soon, my star.
* Song: Simp by Full Tac, Lil Mariko & Rico Nasty