Sodom and Detroit (3 page)

Trinity opened the door to her room, then glanced
back over her shoulder. “You have twenty minutes to get ready until
I come hunt you down.” Her tone was teasing, but the look in her
eyes was deadly serious. “Now go slut it up, and we’ll have a drink
before we head out.” She shut the door before Maeve could come up
with a good retort.

Maeve glared at the door to Trinity’s room and
gathered up her heels, curious if her bedroom lived up to the
stunning living room.

It didn’t disappoint.

A massive four-poster bed with a gold velvet canopy
took up half the room. The bedspread was a lush green silk
embroidered with gold scrollwork depicting unicorns and griffins.
Tossing her heels into one corner, she examined herself in the
floor-to-ceiling mirror that dominated the wall in front of the
bed. It would be wonderful for watching herself having sex. Her
first boyfriend, Rafe, had had a huge mirror over his dresser
facing his bed, and she’d loved how turned on he would get from
watching them have sex. He’d made her feel so beautiful, so
desirable, and seeing their bodies move together had never failed
to give her earthshaking orgasms. The thought brought a blush to
her cheeks, and she looked away from her reflection.

After a quick glance at her gold wristwatch, she
decided to unpack and pick out an outfit. She found her suitcases
inside a luxurious walk-in closet that was the stuff of fantasies.
Giving in to a rare impulse, she twirled around in the giant closet
and giggled. What she wouldn’t do to have a wardrobe like this at
her tiny apartment in New York.

Soft fabric slid through her fingers as she began to
unpack. She smiled happily, and a sigh slipped past her full lips
as she came across her secret vice: sexy lingerie. Garter belts,
merry widows, stockings, and her personal favorite, crotchless
panties. All things that she wore under her corporate armor to
remind herself that she was still a woman. She loved the thrill of
shocking a man when she removed her suit and wore only a corset and
a tiny thong.

With her hourglass figure, she had to wear her suit
jackets a bit baggy. If they were properly nipped at the waist, it
made her large breasts achieve almost pornographic proportions. She
had learned early on that the corporate world didn’t take seriously
young women who looked like walking sex, no matter what school they
graduated from.

As she hung her suit jacket on a silk-covered
hanger, she felt the first stirrings of real excitement. She could
be whoever she wanted to here. No one knew her except for Trinity,
and she would never gossip to the office. Maeve could be as
feminine and sexy…and dare she say it…as slutty as she wanted.

Her pussy tightened, and she glanced over at the
vibrator she’d brought with her. Licking her lips, she debated if
she had time for one small orgasm before dinner. It would be
wonderfully wicked to dress up and watch herself and would
certainly be a good start to letting her freak flag fly proud and
free.

She quickly shimmied into a crotchless black silk
thong with little pink bows on the hips. The soft silk of a
matching black push-up bra pressed her generous breasts together.
She debated stockings but decided to go with nude legs tonight.

The pink egg vibrator felt cool in her palm as she
grabbed it, then sprinted into the bedroom while checking her
watch. Ten minutes—more than enough time.

The smooth silk of the comforter felt heavenly on
her bottom as she reclined with a deep sigh on the bed. She took a
moment to admire herself in the mirror that was the size of her
living room back in New York. The black satin glowed against her
creamy skin, and she ran her hand over the exposed curves of her
breasts. In her mind, a man watched her while she did this.
Scooting up to the very edge of the green silk comforter, she
parted her thighs slowly and turned on the vibrator. The smooth
lips of her waxed pussy peeked out from the slit in the crotch of
her panties. Already the skin was turning pink with her arousal,
and the hum of the vibrator over her nipples made her pussy
clench.

A slight shift of her hips and her swollen clit
peeked out from the edge of the satin. Hard, it protruded from
between her labia. Her gaze followed her hand in the mirror as she
ran the vibrator around her exposed clit, knowing just how to rub
herself in exactly the right way. She parted her legs wider and
watched a trickle of arousal wet her pussy. Her hips arched, and
her inner muscles clenched as she pressed the vibrator down
hard.

In her mind, the mystery man was watching her.
Slowly he began to step out of the shadows. As always, it was Rafe.
His long black hair streaked with blue hung down his back, over his
leather jacket, and reached the top of his faded jeans. A piercing
shimmered in his left nostril, and a small silver hoop bisected the
most sensual lower lip she had ever seen on a man. His dark eyes
gleamed as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock,
stroking it in time with her movements.

The familiar tightness of her climax was closer now,
and her dream lover’s hand moved over his cock. Before she had
given Rafe her virginity, they used to indulge in watching each
other masturbate. The memory still did it for her every time. Back
when she had thought they would be together forever and her trust
in him had been absolute, she had reveled in the power her body had
over him. They were always hungry for each other, exploring the new
joys of the pleasures they could give one another. He had watched
her like she was his world. No one since had been able to match the
power of his gaze.

Her mind wanted to prolong the moment, to draw out
the trembling edge of absolute tension just before she came. Her
body just wanted its release.

Fucking herself against the vibrator, she let out a
long and low moan as her body tightened in anticipation. The beat
of her heart in her ears drowned out the hum of the vibrator, and
she hunched forward. Almost there, almost to that delicious release
that turned her world into an unthinking place where her entire
existence was pleasure. It seemed as if every nerve in her body
centered on her pussy. One final stroke and she moaned as the
orgasm shook her body in long waves. She wished for the millionth
time that Rafe was here and her pussy was clenching around his hard
cock. With a happy sigh, she lay back on the bed.

A knock came at the door, and Trinity hollered from
the other side, “If you’re done coming, do you think you can get
dressed so we can go find a dick that doesn’t need batteries?”

Maeve flipped her middle finger at the closed door
and hauled her satisfied body off the bed. “I’ll be out in a
second.” After cleaning and putting away her toy, she slipped on
the rich amethyst silk sheath dress and admired herself in the
mirror. The flush of her orgasm brought pink to her cheeks and a
sparkle to her dark eyes. The tips of her generous nipples pressed
against the silk, but the tiny thong created no line over the plush
curve of her bottom. A quick dash of shimmering pink lip gloss and
she was ready to find out if Sodom would live up to its
promises.

Trinity showed off her strappy gold heels to a group
of admiring men. Her short white miniskirt complimented her dark
skin as she held one impossibly long leg out and turned it in the
light of the bar. “Oh, these old things? I’ve had them
forever.”

Maeve snickered into her champagne glass. Trinity
had overnight ordered those sandals from Jimmy Choo last week. The
men practically panted as Trinity leaned down and toyed with the
strap, her green tank top gaping open to show her small, firm
breasts.

Maeve rolled her eyes and downed the last of her
champagne. Dinner had been delicious, and the other guests they had
been seated with had regaled them with stories of their time in the
VR chambers. If half of what they said was true, she couldn’t
wait.

“There he is!” the petite redhead standing next to
her said.

“Who?” Maeve tried to see over the heads of
Trinity’s men, but even in her black patent leather heels, it was
impossible. She caught a glimpse of a smooth brown head and massive
shoulders in a dark gray suit.

“The owner, Angel.” The redhead stood on her
tiptoes.

“Really?” Maeve tried to stand on her tiptoes to get
a better look. “His name is Angel? Just one word, like Cher?”

The redhead grinned. “When you’re as rich as he is,
you can call yourself whatever you want.”

Intrigued, Maeve started to walk toward the throng
surrounding the man, but Trinity snagged her. “Time to go. Don’t
want to be late for our appointment.” Trinity’s fan club watched
her saunter away, and Maeve had to hide a laugh at the sight of all
those grown men pouting.

Glancing over her shoulder one last time, Maeve
caught a glimpse of luscious lips and dark eyes before the crowd
covered Angel again. She set her glass on the bar and followed
Trinity. There would be time for meeting the owner later. Right now
she had a date with a fantasy.

Trinity shot her an excited smile before they
reached the modern white reception desk at the entrance to the VR
section of the hotel. Maeve couldn’t help but return it. She would
never have dreamed of doing this on her own. Now that she was here,
her pussy tightened with excitement at the thought of the
adventures a few minutes away.

“Maeve Burgundy and Trinity Jones here for our eight
p.m. appointment.” The words sounded so normal and proper she had
to fight back a giggle. What she should have been saying was
I’m
here for my mind-blowing multiple orgasms.

The receptionist smiled. “Ms. Burgundy, your room is
number fourteen. Ms. Jones, your room is number thirty-eight. Take
the hall to the left and enjoy your journey.”

Tan walls and thick cream carpet led them down the
hallway. It was well insulated and gave no indication of what was
going on in the rooms. Her curiosity deepened. Were the rooms
soundproofed? A bolt of embarrassment mixed with the anticipation.
What if they soundproofed it so no one could hear the person in VR
having a screaming orgasm? What if they didn’t? She wondered what
fantasies were being played out behind those closed doors. Heels
sinking into the thick plush, she counted the door numbers until
they arrived at her room.

Maeve reached for the door handle and hesitated.
“Well, here I go.”

Trinity gave her a wicked grin. “Don’t worry. If
this turns out to be a bust, I’ll buy your next pack of
batteries.”

Maeve rolled her eyes and waved to Trinity’s back as
she dashed down the hall as fast as she could in her strappy gold
heels. Despite her anxiety, Maeve’s nipples grew stiff as she
opened the door. It surprised her to realize that regardless of her
worries, her body was ready for a good time.

Inside there was a long clear tube containing a
white satin bed with a small pillow. The walls were the same soft
tan as the hallway, and a bank of equipment dominated one wall. A
tall red-haired woman in a long white lab coat and navy blue slacks
turned away from the computer screen and smiled. She was lovely,
with soft green eyes and a smattering of freckles on her pixie
nose.

“You must be Ms. Burgundy. I’m delighted to meet
you. My name is Carla, and I’ll be your VR hostess. We already have
all of your information loaded into the computer, as well as the
results from your personality profile.”

“Nice to meet you, Carla.”

“If you’ll come with me, we’ll get started.”

Carla grasped her hand and gently tugged her over to
the tube. She pressed a button, and the clear plastic rolled back.
Soft white silk sheets covered a thick mattress embedded with
different colored lights glowing beneath the surface. Not exactly
the space-age gadget she had imagined.

“Have a seat.” Carla eagerly sat at her keyboard and
pulled up another screen. “I’m here to help you have the most
exotic, erotic, and fulfilling fantasies of your life. Everything
you say is confidential, and we keep no records with your name on
it. Please be as honest with me as you can.” Carla turned and gave
her a wink. “There is nothing you desire that I will find weird or
taboo. Trust me. Anything you can think of has already been
done.”

Maeve’s lips quirked as she considered saying
something just to shock Carla. Trying to think up the weirdest
request she could, she asked, “What if I asked for a fantasy about
microwaved hot dogs?”

Carla laughed. “Been there, done that. Had a client
who wanted to have sex with the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile.”

Maeve giggled. “Well, that’s not quite what I have
in mind.”

“Since you have a multiple fantasy package, let’s
start out with your oldest reoccurring fantasy.” Carla’s voice took
on a professional tone, and her fingers tapped away at the
keyboard. This made it easier for Maeve to open up.

“Well, umm, it’s my harem fantasy.” Maeve actually
swung her feet over the edge of the VR pod and looked at the floor.
When she was sixteen, she had nabbed one of her mother’s romance
novels about a beautiful harem girl and her master. It was still
one of her favorite stories to imagine as she masturbated and never
failed to make her come. Carla made an encouraging noise, and Maeve
continued. “The sheik is coming into the harem to choose his new
favorite.”

“Are you alone or are there other women there?”

“Other women. I-I put on a show with another woman
to attract his attention.” Her cheeks burned with a blush, and she
felt like a pervert.

“When the sheik chooses you, does she come with you
too?”

“No, I don’t share my men with other women.”

“Would you like to look like yourself or someone
else?”

She gaped at Carla. “You can do that?”

“Of course. You’re only limited by your imagination.
You can even be a man if you want.” Carla glanced over her shoulder
and gave her an impish grin. “I tried it. I found it…interesting,
but I think some things just can’t be simulated. Like the male
thought process and hormone reactions.”