Chapter 36 #2
I push my pussy into his face roughly, and he gets the hint. He starts feasting in a fevered frenzy, darting his tongue in and out before running it through my folds and homing in on my clit. Within seconds, an orgasm is building.
I grip the tassels of his living room rug as I ascend into the heavens.
“Fuck, Harrison!”
“You like that, sexy? You like it when I eat your beautiful pussy?”
“There is nothing I like more.”
A man has never treated me like this before.
Made sure I got my pleasure before pummeling himself into me.
I undulate my hips up and down, up and down, until I’ve lost track of the orgasms he’s giving me. All I know is that I’m seeing stars, and that nothing else in the world matters except for Harrison’s tongue on me.
He finally emerges and wipes his chin, that same March Harrison look from before in his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now, Bianca. I’m going to fuck you with my huge cock. I’m going to rip you open, burn you. Brand you from the inside the way you branded me on the outside.”
“Please, Harrison. I want you.”
“Same here, sweetheart.” He gets on his knees and thrusts into me.
In and out, in and out. I pray it will never end.
But he’s so worked up that it’s not long before he’s spilling into me.
He rolls over next to me on the carpet, playing with my right breast. “God, I love fucking you, Bianca.”
I’d prefer if the words love and fucking were reversed in that sentence, but I’ll take it for now. I place a hand on his cheek. “Same here, stud.”
Every time we’ve had sex, it’s been wonderful. But this one was different. We had more passion, more feeling. We’re beginning to show our true colors to one another, and I’m savoring every minute of it.
Because if something goes wrong at the club tonight…
This might be the last time we’ll ever be together.
* * *
Harrison furrows his brow. “The server’s entrance is through the ladies’ restroom?”
I shrug, looking him over. I put some eyeliner on him and some shadow and highlight to change the appearance of his face’s contours. With a little luck, he won’t be recognizable.
“Servers only come and go through the entrance before and after patrons are present. The majority of them are women, anyway, so it’s not a huge deal.”
“I guess that makes sense.” He looks around as we enter the familiar alleyway off Randolph and State. “Where exactly do we go from here?”
“Around the corner. There’s a hidden stairway.” I lead him to a black door. Unlike the member entrance, this one is unmarked. A small keypad rests where a deadbolt would normally be.
“What’s the code?”
“Easy. Rouge’s birthday. The tenth of June. Zero-six-one-zero.”
He raises an eyebrow. “That seems like it would be really easy for someone to guess.”
“It would be if Rouge hadn’t wiped every copy of her birth certificate—and every other record indicating her true date of birth—out of existence,” I reply.
“Why would she do that?”
I shrug. “She says it’s so no one can know her true age.”
“So what does her driver’s license say?”
I chuckle. “Do you think a woman like Rouge Montrose would ever be caught dead with something as common as a driver’s license?”
“Doesn’t she drive?”
“She has a driver. And if she needs to, she knows how to drive. If she gets pulled over, she’ll make a quick call to the chief of police, who is a card-carrying member of Aces Underground, and get everything squared away.”
“Damn. Imagine having that kind of power…” He frowns. “But how do you know her birthday then?”
“Growing up as her little sister has a few advantages, I suppose.” I key in the code and open the door.
It opens to a small room, dusty and laced with cobwebs. The only objects inside are a selection of cracked floor mirrors.
Harrison studies them, hands shoved in his pockets of the trench coat he’s wearing over his Aces uniform. “Yeah. One of these is a secret door, I’m guessing?”
“Exactly. Now you’re beginning to think like Rouge.” I step closer to the row of mirrors and tap the frame of the nearest one. “Most of them are just regular mirrors. There’s a trick to tell which one is the door. It’s the reflections.”
“What do you mean? All these reflections look the same.”
I shake my head. “To the untrained eye, yes. But Rouge figured out a way to indicate which mirror is the correct one. You see, a true mirror always follows the law of reflection. The light bounces back at the exact same angle it hits. Which means your reflection always tracks your movement perfectly. You move your arm up, your reflection moves up at the same time. The speed of light is so fast that we can’t tell the difference. ”
Harrison frowns. “So one of these mirrors…?”
“Is not a real mirror.” I walk slowly sideways, letting Harrison watch as each reflection glides with me in perfect rhythm.
“If the surface isn’t mounted flat—say it’s tilted even a fraction—the light bounces back wrong.
The reflection lags, or bends. Your brain doesn’t always know what’s happening, but it feels… off.”
I stop in front of the far-left mirror. “See this one? Look.” I slide a step to the right, and my reflection stutters, a tiny beat behind.
He narrows his eyes, shifts the same way, and widens his eyes. “That’s… uncanny.”
“Of course it is. This is my sister’s brain we’re talking about.” I murmur. “She explained the phenomenon to me when I first started working here. That’s how you find the door.”
I rest my palm against the glass. The frame gives under the pressure, swinging inward, the hidden hinges moaning slightly. Behind it, the shadows open onto a narrow staircase lined with fractured shards of mirror.
Harrison looks down the staircase, swallowing. “This is like a fucked-up version of the regular mirrored staircase that members use.”
“As my sister always says, we bask in the weird and the wonderful here at Aces Underground.”
He tilts his head. “That sounds familiar.”
“You probably heard it from my sister when you were here with Maddox.”
“No. It was more recent than that.” He snaps his fingers. “Mr. Night. In the Clubs section. He said it to me when I got here, before I even met you. But he said something else, about turning things upside down.”
“The second part of the phrase. Was it something along the lines of”—I adopt a mystical tone—“‘here we believe that turning the known upside down reveals the hidden?’”
“That was it. I thought it sounded like a warped-ass fortune cookie.”
“Everything about Aces Underground is a warped-ass fortune cookie,” I say.
“Take these stairs, for instance. They’re intimidating by design.
The last line of defense against someone trying to sneak in.
Only the extraordinary can thrive within these walls.
” I elbow him gently in the ribs. “Luckily you’ve got someone who knows the club inside and out on your side. ”
“Thank God,” he says. “I’d lead the way, but…”
“It’s okay.” I reach into my purse, pull out a small flashlight, and turn it on. The beam bounces off the broken shards of mirror and illuminates the staircase.
We descend, closing the faux mirror behind us, and reach the Red Door marked with the familiar etching of the Spade, the Diamond, the Club, and the Heart. I press on the club, and mechanical gears whir behind it.
“Hear that?” I say. “That’s the bathroom walls. They slide out of place so we can open the door. It takes just a sec.”
“Christ, this place is a funhouse.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” I twist the doorknob and open it. The rosy light of the ladies’ restroom floods the space.
Harrison squints. “Lot of pink in here.”
I smirk. “Subtlety isn’t really my sister’s forte.
But come on, we need to get you situated.
There’s a quiet corner in Clubs behind the hookah pipes where you should be able to hang until opening time, and then once the place is filled, you can slip in discreetly.
Just keep your head down and avoid Rouge like the plague.
The men don’t get nearly as much attention as the women, anyway.
” I check my watch. “The rest of the band should be arriving soon. I have to prepare for my set.”
“Okay, babe. Be safe.” He reels me in for a quick kiss.
“Same goes to you. If anything goes wrong, just get out as quickly as possible.” I depress the club-shaped button on the wall and the bathroom walls slide in to obscure the door.
“You see how this club juts out from the wall slightly? Press it like an elevator button and you’ll be able to access the Red Door.
It’s typically open during working hours in case a server has to leave because they get sick or something.
You should be able to escape through here if necessary. ”
He grabs my hands. “But what about you?”
I swallow. “I can deal with my sister if I need to.”
I’m not sure how true those words are, but they seem to pacify Harrison. “All right,” he says. “But if it appears that you’re in any danger, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’d try to convince you to do otherwise, but I know I’d be unsuccessful.” I give Harrison one last peck on the lips. “I’ll see you on the Aces floor.”
With one last plea to the heavens to protect the both of us, I leave the bathroom and head to my dressing room.