Dante's Circle

[Arioso]

God, she wanted to get home!

Ella could feel her clit throbbing between her legs. She'd been stroked and teased for almost the entire evening, but always just enough to awaken her arousal...never so much that she achieved a release. Now, she was sitting on several hours of sustained sensual need, making it very difficult for her to carry on a steady conversation with Phoenix.

Not that she found him attractive. He had the hyper-muscular build that suggested a steroid user, and an arrogant face. But...to her dismay...that didn't stop her body from feeling aroused in his presence. Something in the way he looked at her...that same, appreciative stare so many of the customers had given her...so help her, it seemed to draw her out like a drug.

But despite the urgency of her need, she still had the discipline of a seasoned agent.

Her lips tugged into a slow smile that was both sly and hesitant -- as if she were tempted, but uncertain of herself. "Now Phoenix," she chided softly, "How would a personnel file tell you whether or not I can enjoy myself with a customer? Is there some art to reading those tax withholding forms?"

Her humor had the intended effect and Phoenix let out a low, rumbling chuckle.

"True...it's not something you can see immediately on paper," he agreed, sipping his scotch.

Ella nodded...then slowly turned her head toward the two-way mirror that looked out over the lounge.

"So...did you watch?" she asked, glancing back to her employer.

He arched an eyebrow and, after a moment, nodded.

"Then I'm sure you made your own assessment of my capabilities," she concluded, holding his gaze for just a moment, then averting her eyes -- showing a little will, but shying away quickly enough so that it seemed like her nerve was not quite as strong as she hoped.

When she raised her eyes to his again, she was glad that her own life experiences matched her cover story, because she was able to speak emphatically and truthfully. "I've never held a job like this Phoenix...but I can't say that I didn't enjoy it out there tonight. It did take it's toll, though, so of course I'm going to have to think about what I'm willing to do -- for money that, yes, I do need very much. But I'll try not to let you down."

After he reassured her that she was under no compulsion, and that it was only a question of how much she wanted to earn for permitting certain liberties, Ella changed the subject.

"Does Roger have a favorite tequila?"

Phoenix grinned at her, his eyes twinkling in understanding.

"Corazon Reposado," he answered smoothly, his eyes wandering over her body once again.

Ella inwardly berated her skin and nipples for responding so eagerly to a hungry gaze -- any hungry gaze -- as she felt the warm flush creep over her and tighten her already swollen buds.

She pressed her knees together, desperately needing to get home. This was really bad, when she was supposed to be gleaning what information she could about how the club worked...but all her mind could concentrate on was how goood it was going to feel to lie back on her bed, spread her legs open and ease a dildo into her dripping, needy pussy.

"Thank you," Ella acknowledged, her voice a little thicker and sensual than she'd intended. "If I'm going to keep the customer satisfied, I like to be attentive to all the details."

Phoenix nodded his approval, still smiling slyly and permitting his gaze to drink her in.

Warm wetness pooled between Ella's thighs. Yet...there was one more thing she had to ask...and she couldn't waste an opportunity like this, since Phoenix had phrased his words in such a way as to provoke believable curiosity, even from a struggling divorcee.

"If I may ask, though...." she began slowly. "You said I'm not obliged to sleep with clientele...on this floor. What happens on the other floors? Like...downstairs, for instance?"

 

[BLACK BART]

Phoenix

Phoenix found himself fascinated by the woman that sat next to him. At 30 years old he had spent the last ten watching exquisitely formed women and men parade past him in various forms of undress… and then pushing those bodies to a point they never dreamed possible.

It had numbed him in a sense. Made the erotic… routine. And increased his sexual appetite as well as preferences.


Diana was one of those exquisitely formed bodies. The upward tilt of her full breasts, the nipples swollen with lust and desire, her flat stomach drawing inward as his eyes trailed over her as if her skin felt his stare…But what aroused Phoenix was the way that body reacted when stimulated…and the idea of how far he could take that arousal…before she snapped.

“You’ve been divorced close to a year now Diana, is that correct?”

Phoenix ignored her question for the present time and placed one hand behind her on the couch as his other moved to her knee.

“Yessss” The intake of air past her lips and the rapid rise of her breasts only amplified his fascination as her legs began to part then snapped back together…

“Do you have a lover then…to tend to your needs?” He pressed in a voice suddenly soft.

“N..n..nooo, I’ve been too busy looking for work.”

The confession thrilled him as his hand trailed upwards in tiny circles…

“Such a long time for you to be denied the pleasures your body craves from a mans hand...and such a shame.”

His smile was absolutely sympathetic as he drew his hands back and watched Diana compose herself…

“ I knew a man briefly once…he denied himself as well and yet thought himself strong despite it, then soon after left us crying like a baby. Be careful of what you deny yourself Diana…and even more careful where your curiosities take you “

Rising he extended his hand and smiled as Diana accepted, pulling her up and into his arms, the hard nubs of her nipples making themselves felt through the silky material of his shirt as he held her.

“You may just wake up one morning and not know yourself.”

He kissed her then. Feeling her resist and then suddenly melt in his arms, returning the kiss as she ground herself against him, his hands wandering sliding down her bare back to cup her firm buttocks... until he broke the kiss…

“Thursday night Diana...after your shift, if you're willing to pay the piper and satsify your curiousity...look me up. But be warned, if I take you through those doors you won't walk out the same person."

She remained in his arms not resisting, her eyes showing the confusion over the lust and arousal she felt...her body pressed to his and making it ache with want for her, and then suddenly her eyes cleared and Diana nodded.

"You have some kind of magic potion behind those doors that makes you so confident then?"

Phoenix pulled back and moved to the door, letting his eyes slowly move up and down Diana's body before answering as he slid the key into the lock.

"No magic, no drugs or alcohol...But what I see in you holding back I recognize quite clearly, you're scared and thrilled by it at the same time and if you give into those desires?"

He opened the door and waited for Diana as he finished...

"We'll have to wait and see, won't we?"

 

[Arioso]

Ella nodded in acknowledgment and quickly left to dress for her return "home". She'd been rattled by Phoenix's overtures, even though she'd mentally prepared herself for them ever since she started her assignment in the club. She was unprepared for the strength of her physical need...how it threatened to cloud her mind...

In the staff dressing room, she tossed on her baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt and couldn't get out the door fast enough. The cool night air was a welcome breath of normalcy. It helped her compose her thoughts and consider how to proceed next.

Her subway ride became a debate over her options. On the one hand, Phoenix had offered her access to another area of the club -- one that, very likely, was crucial to her investigation. On the other, her training had drilled into her the warning never to enter a zone that she couldn't determine was reasonably safe. Always check your security before proceeding.

By the time Ella reached her small, shabby apartment, however, her inner debate took a back seat to other, more urgent, needs.

She practically flew to her bedroom, dropping her duffel bag, yanking the sweatshirt over her head, and lurching for her dresser...where, beneath her bras and panties in the top drawer, she kept a dildo. It was one that Eric had used on her several times since their wedding...a tool that had allowed him to show her the delights of a long, slow, teasing build toward ever-delayed release.

But now...now she could barely hold back. Delay was unthinkable. Shoving her sweatpants down and off, Ella sank back onto the bed, closed her eyes, and spread her legs wide. She could feel the glossy sheen of her arousal coated all over her thighs and between her ass cheeks.

In her minds' eye, she saw Eric, her beloved...pictured him as he had been the first night that they'd made love. The hunger in his eyes...the pent-up desire in his muscles and sinews as he crushed her to him...the burning need in his kiss and how it had enflamed her need for him...

The head of the dildo dipped into her juicy cunt as her swollen labia fanned apart, yielding to the massive girth of her toy. Ella felt Eric's cock sinking into her...but yearned for his heat and his weight blanketing her... She plunged the dildo deep into her channel, spearing it into her liquid depths as it pressed her snug walls outward.

One hand began to pump the dildo in and out: slowly at first, but then faster as Ella gave into the need to be fucked. She lifted her knees up and out, until her heels rested on her smooth ass cheeks and her pussy was gaping around the dildo, gulping it greedily and making wet, smacking sounds. Ella grew feverish for release and slipped her free hand between her legs to pinch her engorged clit. A throbbing ache began to build as the dildo squished and squelched in her swampy cunt and her fingers rubbed her painfully erect nub of flesh. Her breasts jiggled slightly, wedged between her arms which stretched down toward her pussy. Ella imagined in bittersweet detail how Eric would suck and bite her nipples if he were here...

"Eric...oh god ERIC!!!!" she murmured breathily.

And with a final, vivid thought of her beloved mate slamming deep and shuddering his release, Ella rocketed over the edge and came. She cried out as the knot that had been building in her depths coiled tight and then burst, sending delicious ripples of pleasure washing through her.

As she lay sweating and panting on her bed, a few tears leaked from her eyes. She missed him. She could now see how empty her life had been before him...and even the blinding orgasm she'd just had was somehow incomplete and unsatisfying.

Sleep came to her quickly enough that night, but Ella wished that she was snuggled against Eric's warm, firm body.

Over the next two days, she did what she could to learn more about the club -- but as discreetly as she could. A conversation here or there with the other women who worked in the lounge. How did they like working at Dante's Circle? Had they ever been down to the lower levels? How long had they been working here?

Ella was careful never to ask too many questions at once, and to volunteer more information about herself (or, at least, more details from her cover story) than she solicited from others. She only chatted in passing -- during breaks, at the beginning or end of her shift -- and only with whomever happened to be around at the moment, so that it seemed like small-talk.

But the details she gleaned were quite revealing, and Thursday morning she shared them in an email update to her backup team at the Bureau:

The woman who had been working the main lounge the longest had been there for about eight months. She'd been down to the lower levels a few times and was very guarded about discussing it. She could remember other women who had been working at Dante's Circle when she first started, but who had all simply 'dropped out' somehow...after they'd started working down below.

Most of the other women had started only within the past three months...and few of them had been asked down to the lower levels. One, however, said she'd heard that's where the "real money" was...but couldn't explain what that meant. Another had the vague notion that some sort of auction took place once a month, since she'd seen all of the club's "high rollers" go downstairs one evening for something that seemed like a formal event. But, she'd also dismissed her suspicions quickly and admitted that it could have been a wet tee shirt contest.

By the start of her shift Thursday evening, Ella felt that she'd gathered enough information to decide her course of action. That some women had worked down on the lower level and resurfaced to work the lounge suggested that it was relatively safe. And if big money was indeed changing hands down below, Ella surmised that this was no doubt the kind of illicit activity that Shelley Atchison had gotten mixed up in.

So...Ella would have to enter the lions' den.

She tried to prepare herself mentally, and plotted out the entire story she would give Phoenix. Here, her conversations with the other women would come in handy: she'd heard that, indeed, there was big money to be made...and she'd just been hit by a new, unexpected bill.

But all of those carefully crafted plans fell apart when she got the order.

"Your special friend at booth number nine would like a shot of tequila," Sheila told her with a sly smile toward the end of her shift.

Ella glanced up from where she was tidying up the bar and saw a familiar, well-groomed, dark-haired man. Roger.

Her belly tingled instinctively and her nipples hardened -- so noticeably, in fact, that Ella swore she could see Sheila's eyes light up almost...eagerly. He nodded at her from the secluded recesses of his booth and Ella schooled her features to form a polite, elusive smile as she nodded back. Why did her skin feel so flushed?

Efficiently, she poured a shot of Corazon Reposado and set a wedge of lime on her tray. She left the salt behind, however...for she had indeed worn a skirt. It was a brilliant, indigo blue silk wrap-around mini-skirt, the fabric stitched with vibrant oriental designs: cranes and dragons and lace-like leaves. Beneath the skirt she wore...nothing.

"Good evening," Roger greeted her as she approached.

"Good evening, Roger, it's good to see you in the club again," Ella answered, surprising herself with the sincerity of her welcome. "One shot of tequila, as requested."

"Hmm...with lime, but no salt..." he observed smoothly, his dark eyes roaming over her and lingering where her thighs disappeared beneath her skirt. "What about the salt, my dear?"

Ella frowned in mild confusion. "But...last time you said.."

Her customer smiled at her with feigned innocence, belied by the wicked gleam in his eyes.

"You said," she continued to stammer, "That you wanted your salt from...somewhere...else..."

"Where else do you mean?" Roger prompted, his voice a low, seductive purr. When Ella's eyes darted nervously down to her skirt, he demanded more authoritatively, "Do you mean you have salt on your skirt, girl?"

Ella's cheeks flamed with embarassment and she answered meekly, "No...u-under m-my skirt..."

"UNDER your skirt," Roger repeated sharply. "Do you mean your PUSSY, Diana?"

He hadn't shouted, but his direct, relentless grilling left Ella in turmoil. She fought the urge to back away and wished desperately for better control over her body. Her traitorous nipples were swollen and puckered so tightly, while her pussy drooled shamelessly in response to Roger's aggressive demeanor.

"Y-yes," Ella whispered, her eyes held prisoner by Roger's intense gaze.

"Are you offering to let me eat your pussy, Diana?" he prompted mercilessly.

Ella nodded, her voice caught in her throat. She couldn't trust herself not to groan with need were she to make even the slightest sound.

"TELL me what you're offering me," came Roger's forceful demand.

"I offer you the taste of my pussy to go with your drink," Ella blurted out shakily, cringing at her own, shameful weakness as she felt a thick dribble of her own juices begin to slide down her inner thigh.

"Good girl," Roger murmured approvingly with a pleased smile that was pure sin. "Then lay back on the table and spread your legs."

Ella complied. Within a few seconds, Roger's large hands were gliding up her thighs and easing the hem of her skirt higher...higher...until he'd bared her shaven mound. She gasped at the cool kiss of the lime wedge as he spread its citrus juices along her inner thighs, mixing them with her sticky feminine nectar. Then, he swallowed his shot of tequila and buried his bearded face between her legs.

His whiskers scratched her tender, intimate flesh as he slid his tongue along her dripping slit, insinuating himself in the warm valley of her folds and licking hungrily. At that point, Ella's awareness of herself became a blur...she let the pleasure swallow her up. So, she did not realize how sensually she arched her back on the table, thrusting her breasts up in brazen offering. Nor was she conscious of how her own hips ground themselves eagerly against Roger, pressing her needy cunt right to his mouth. Only dimly did she feel the warm vibrations of his deep chuckle, as he enjoyed the fact that she was doing almost all of the work, leaving him simply to drink down the ambrosia of her sexual hunger.

Abruptly, Ella was brought back to reality when Roger patted her inner thighs sharply and thanked her for a most exquisite drink.

She hadn't cum...she was so close...

In a daze, Ella straightened her skirt and wobbled away from the table, a $100 bill folded tightly in her hand.

She had been so far gone, so swept up in the sweet ecstasy of Roger's tongue caressing her pussy and clit, that she'd missed a brief, subtle, yet very significant exchange. At the height of her abandon, when she'd been on the verge of orgasm, Roger had raised his head from her glistening sex and glanced longingly toward the door that led downstairs to the lower levels. His face had darkened in frustration at the negative signal he'd received...and in his sullen frustration, he'd torn himself from his sensual feast and left Ella wanting.

And so it was that at the end of her shift, Ella found herself knocking on the door to the manager's office, and when it was opened, simply croaking hoarsely...

"Please...I'd like...I'd like to take you up on your offer to show me...what's below....if you're not too busy tonight..."

 

[BLACK BART]

“Yes Diane I think I do, come in and shut the door.”

Phoenix had the time… He had been carefully planning for this moment the entire day…transferring the video from the tapes he had collected over the past few days and evenings to a single disc, making sure there were a selected group of guests in the lower floors, quietly spreading the word to close the upper floors of the club early and ushering the guests out…

Then watching as Diana moved to deliver her final “drink” of the evening and seeing how easily Roger maneuvered her to the table top and proceeded to drive her to the brink with his talented tongue…

It was going better than he had hoped…He’d make sure Roger was rewarded for his “loss” many times over, perhaps he’d even give Sheila to the man for the evening as a reward for delivering his prize to her in perfect and ready condition…

Diane was completely shaken…even more so than the prior evening that Roger had teased her upper torso and her mind, the scent of her arousal coming to his nostrils as she stood before him in the state he had only dreamed of.

“Are you sure you want to go with me into the inner circle tonight Diana?”

There was no doubt as to the impending answer as Phoenix feasted his eyes on the near nude and fully aroused figure before him.

“Yes…I’m sure.”

Her eyes met his…the smoky fire in them telling of the raw need she had and how it was devouring her from the inside out and he nodded in understanding.

“Take your skirt off and come over here”

He instructed, keeping a sober face as she half turned and leaned forward to comply, her breasts swaying gently as she rose and faced him.

“Put this on and listen to me carefully, all right?”

In his hands he held a black leather collar and as Diana accepted it with a nod he began…

“Once you go through the door and into the inner circle with me the normal rules don’t exist…no one will force you to do anything you don’t want to…but there are few limits to the way they’ll tempt you. There are people inside who are there to protect you…but once you’ve said yes to something their hands are tied…understand?”

* How different she looked * Phoenix thought to himself as Diana dropped her hands from her throat, the black leather gleaming around her neck…*How completely erotic*

Diana nodded quietly and her eyes questioned him as Phoenix lifted a slim silk scarf from his desk along with a pair of dull silver handcuffs to step slowly behind her.

“You’ve got to let go at some time in your life Diana…”

Hunger overrode caution in Diana’s as Phoenix covered them and seconds later gently locked her wrists behind her…

”…this is your time…”

It was difficult keeping his hands off of her full breasts and taut buttocks, but he consoled himself as he instead placed his arm around her waist and guided her through a second door and beyond it… There would be plenty of time for laying his hands on her…and much, much more…

“Ladies and gentlemen…I want you to meet our newest inductee…Her name is Diana and I believe inside this exquisite body there is a unique and powerfully passionate woman, all that remains is for us to bring her out.”

No applause or loud voices came in return. Instead hushed compliments and murmured compliments, each remarking on the beauty of the nude woman that stood before them and the possible pleasures as the unseen group moved around her…

“her breasts are exquisite”…”long, lean legs that promise so much pleasure”…”she has lips that could kiss me goodnight…every night”…

Minutes passed and the whispered compliments came to a halt…a single question replacing them.

“May we touch her?”

And as Diane stood mute and unresisting Phoenix touched her shoulder and reminded her and everyone in the room.

“It’s your time Diane”

One pair of hands removed the handcuffs, several more lifted her to a padded table, and Diane found her body arching and opening to a multitude of caressing lips and probing fingers…

Her body quivering at the brink of release as the sensations of pleasure washed over her protesting mind to make her lips hiss in assent.

“Yessssssssssssss”

 

[Arioso]

Even such a simple act as walking down a flight of stairs left Ella quivering and on edge. She was always cautious when she navigated stairs, but to do so blindfolded forced her to overcome her anxiety about stumbling or falling. Goosebumps prickled all over her skin and her nipples stiffened dramatically at the recognition that she would be helpless to catch herself if she fell -- with her wrists cuffed, she couldn't break a fall. Ella had no choice but to trust Phoenix to lead her -- and while her stomach tightened into a hard knot of jittery nerves, she could not deny that feeling his strong arms guiding her also made her wet...tingly...controlled.

Her mind didn't shut down, however. As they descended, she did her utmost to note essential details. She counted the steps...twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four...twenty-eight steps to the bottom, with one turn to the left... Ella wondered if she'd have the chance to see her surroundings. Blindfolded, it was going to be difficult for her to gather much evidence at all.

When Phoenix introduced her to an unseen gathering, Ella's heart nearly leaped into her throat and choked her. She hadn't realized there would be others! Her breathing grew shallow and her lips trembled as she struggled to steel herself for what might happen. A slight frisson of fear coursed through her as she understood how truly vulnerable she was. It was foolhardy for any agent to get herself in such a situation. Yet to her astonishment, her mind began to flood with images and emotions that had nothing to do with fear, and everything to do with...desire. Even as the familiar, rational side of her mind warned her of danger, Ella felt a dark, irresistible fantasy take root, whispering to her of how wickedly they could all use her...

May we touch her?

As if the unseen crowd around her had somehow read her mind, Ella heard them voice the desire to converge on her...as if she were their prey.

But she clamped down on the instinct to flee or fight them off. That would instantly close off any further opportunity to investigate this level of the club. And...guiltily...some part of Ella wanted this....

Her hands were freed, but before she could even reach out to someone, bodies swarmed around her and shuffled her to some kind of platform or table. In her blindness, all she could tell was that it was smooth and padded. Strong hands lifted her and laid her down, making her pulse race at the erotic menace of her position...a sacrifice...a meal to be devoured...Ella groaned at how deeply it excited her.

Where had this dark need come from? She had done without sex for so many years...why, now, this thrill at being offered up to the hungry touches of so many unseen strangers?

A pair of slender, feminine hands reached down from the head of the table and caressed Ella's shoulders, before sliding down her arms to her wrists and then slowly, seductively coaxing Ella to stretch her arms up past her head. Delicate fingers played with hers and massaged her wrists while a second pair of hands, firm and masculine, began to fondle her breasts. The palms hefted her titflesh, gently squeezing her mounds with thick fingers as she arched up eagerly. Ella moaned with need as the fingers began teasing her straining nipples. First, a light flicking...fingernail tracing around the edges and scratching the pebbled cap just enough to make her shiver. Her areolas flushed deeper and deeper pink as they swelled and tightened into wrinkled, rigid peaks. The fingers grew more assertive, seizing the nipples that shamelessly offered themselves and pulling...twisting...pinching.

Ella writhed, half in delicious pleasure, half in shame at how weak her control was and how swiftly her body was responding to this ravishment.

More hands began to slide over her naked flesh, rubbing in circles on her smooth belly, wrapping around her thighs and stroking down to her knees...her calves...Ella started to spread her legs, then halted, realizing that no one was forcing her and she was freely parting herself open for a crowd of strangers. But she didn't snap her legs closed...she quivered in limbo...confused...so dearly tempted to give in...slowly losing contact with the sensible voice of the FBI agent in her...

A tongue licked around her right ankle, drawing a hungry, sighing whine from Ella's lips. Her weakness betrayed, more mouths and tongues descended on her. First, licking along her calf and beneath her knee...then her fingers, sucked into a warm, wet mouth...lips ghosting across her own, tormenting her with fleeting, phantom kisses...

Then...then more urgent. A greedy mouth latched onto one of her aching nipples and began to suckle like a baby. Warm, full lips nursed her in a steady, rhythmic tug, squeezing her tender nub and pulling it deep into wet heat...tongue flicking...and finally...teeth biting down...

"Aaaiieee!" Ella cried out, arching her back and thrusting her breasts wantonly toward the mouths that were delivering such sweet, erotic tormet.

Her whole body was alive and burning with lust.

And her legs began to spread apart again. Ella had completely forgotten about her investigation. All she felt was the consuming fire of passion...the need to open herself and offer her body...to beg for release...

She parted her thighs wider, feeling the air wash over her exposed, dripping pussy. Her silent offer was not ignored. A hand reached between her velvety folds and gently stroked, gliding along her slit without dipping into her juicy opening. Soon, Ella's hips were rocking, meeting each sweet stroke of the fingers nestled between her swollen labia. She whimpered in frustration when the hand withdrew -- but parted her lips obediently when, a moment later, sticky fingers were pressed to her mouth. As she accepted two fingers into her mouth and tasted her own, salty, sensual arousal, another hand found its way to her pussy and began stroking her there. Her hips tilted up again and slowly began grinding her succulent pussy against this new hand. A probing fingertip nudged her clit and eagerly, Ella sought to pump her hips faster...only to be denied as the finger coyly slid away...leaving her teetering on the brink. The fingers tormented her almost sadistically, luring her to wiggle her hips, to arch her back and tuck her buttocks up in a desperate effort to bring herself to orgasm, but always easing away from where she most needed to feel them...

Soon, Ella was greedily sucking her juices from one set of fingers after another...dimly aware that her liquid desire was also being smeared on her breasts and licked clean...while fingers grew bolder and began plunging into her cunt. She moaned around the fingers in her mouth and willingly pumped her snug pussy over those that explored deeper and deeper.

When her mouth was freed for a moment, Ella begged.

She begged in a voice she'd never used before -- husky, shaking, desperate.

"Please...please...I need to cum! I'll do anything...just please, let me cum...ohhhhgoddddddd!!!"

 

[BLACK BART]

Phoenix’s suspicions were confirmed as Diana moaned and begged for release…

From the first time he had met her he had felt the curious energy that seemed to be driving her. When he had deliberately eyed the naked perfection of her breasts and lifted his eyes to her face he had recognized her arousal and then embarrassment from being caught in that aroused state…

The signs were all too apparent. Her reaction to being fondled by the customers as she served them drinks…her near orgasm as Roger had laved away at her on his first lap dance…the wild look of arousal in her eyes afterwards and the too apparent need to get home and find relief…the second stunning performance with Roger in which she had eagerly submitted to being pressed to the cocktail table and giving herself to him…

Phoenix to Roger’s chagrin had deliberately prevented him from taking her over the top, knowing the refusal would make Diana’s need that much more urgent…

Just as she was now…Blind to everything except the sensations of pleasure that washed over her, naïve to the fact that just as it had been in her seedy apartment her arousal was again being recorded…

Diana moaned and then begged, her body shaking in almost frantic manner, and with an evil smile Phoenix knew the moment had finally arrived.

“Anything Diana? You want US to FUCK you so you can CUM..is that it?”

Diana lifted her flushed faced to center her hearing on his voice as he stood in front of her…and whimpered her reply…

“yesss, pleasssse?”

Phoenix grinned… his eyes lifting momentarily from the aroused woman and looking at the hungry faces hovering over her and then returned to Diana, the same hunger in his own…

“Say it LOUDER, Diana…I want to hear you BEG for what we all know you want.”

Hands on her trembling thighs he pressed her legs wider, the head of his swollen cock hovering at the portal to her shaved and dripping sex…

“Please….please fuck me…”

“Louder”

Phoenix demanded and used his hand to rub the head of his cock against her aroused and shining lips…

“fuck ME!”

Diana replied instantly and bucked her hips upward, trying to capture his cock in a desperate move…

“FUCK ME”

Phoenix nodded and the women in the room moved to place their hands on each of Diana’s wrists and ankles, spreading her wide into the most erotic “X” Phoenix could ever imagine seeing as they held her for him…

“Please dear gah..”

Diana begged and was cut off abruptly as Phoenix rammed his length into her dripping wet cunt…her voice rising to a high pitched whimper of pleasure as he rammed himself over and over into her…

“Ahhhhhhh”

His hands on her waist he pulled her to him with each thrust, pounding his hips against her helpless thighs, the wet sound of each thrust driving him into a frenzy as he watched her breasts move in an erotic dance in response…

“Is…. this…. what…. you. …WANT?”

Phoenix forced out each word between his thrusts, his own peak rapidly approaching as Diana arched her body to take him in even deeper into her sex…and she was pushed over her own threshold…and screamed in response

”Yesssssssssssssssssss!”

The feel of her interior muscles clamping onto his cock and milking him as she came was all it took…and Phoenix felt his own thick sap merge with hers, as he pumped frantically into Diana…

And then pulled his rapidly shrinking cock from her sex to watch the mingled juices slowly seep down her taut buttocks…

“You heard what the lady said…”

Phoenix looked to the two men standing at his sides…each with his hand stroking his mutual swollen shaft…and then back to the still quivering from of Diana…

“FUCK HER”

Diana’s body tensed as she sensed the man to Phoenix’s left step between her still pinned open legs…her head moving from side to side as his cock slid easily into her sex…and she once again found herself being fucked…

But instead of words of protest coming through the tousled hair over her face…one single word was heard, as it grew louder with each thrust…and her hips began to buck upwards in response.

”yes…yes….yes…”

Phoenix left the room and moved to his own offices…the picture on the monitor clearly showing the man between her thighs quickly reaching his own climax minutes later…and the second and final man quickly replacing the first…

Diana’s matching cries of pleasure growing louder once again as he began thrusting into her…

“Once he’s finished see to it everyone leaves the room…then remove the blindfold and collar and show Diana the showers…understood?”

Phoenix turned to the red headed woman and raised an eyebrow, his eyes moving to her groin where her own fingers were busily moving under the hem of her skirt as she leaned back in the chair…and Sheila nodded in response.

“Were you able to recover all her possessions from her apartment as well as the tapes?”

Once again Sheila nodded her response and then moved her eyes to the bags stacked in one corner, and then to the stack of tapes on his desk…

“Good…you’d better hurry and finish yourself…” He grinned and padded lightly towards his own private shower, stopping at the door and looking back as the red head did just that…

“After she’s cleaned up bring her to my bed…I’ll explain her new change of living quarters to her in the morning.”

 

[Arioso]

The very first stroke of Phoenix's cock in her overstimulated cunt throttled Ella into overdrive. She gloried in the sweet ache of her pussy walls as they spread and stretched around his meaty rod. And it didn't take long for him to bring her to the release she'd been craving.

His words...his roughness...all of it enflamed her. As her hips rolled on his while his cock raged in her depths, Ella surrendered to the wicked, delicious ecstasy of being used.

Her peak slammed into her, hard...fast...and sudden. Still enshrouded in darkness, she knew only the jolting, shuddering orgasm that tore through her flesh. Ella cried out as her greedy, needy cunt gulped its juicy maw around Phoenix's pumping cock. Soon, he was flooding her with his hot, thick spunk -- and then abruptly, he left her.

Even in her release, Ella whimpered in disappointment. True, she had reached the orgasm that had been denied for so long...but she felt empty without a hard cock spearing into her.

Her despair did not last long.

Dimly, she was aware of Phoenix's voice bellowing at others in the room to fuck her. An instant later, her trembling void was filled once again and Ella nearly wept with joy.

The frenzy swept her away, so she was unaware of the manager's silent departure. All her senses were on fire, burning with the heat of lust as she welcomed one cock into her dripping pussy...then another...

******

Conversation in the small meeting room at the FBI came to a halt as a veteran AD walked through the door and joined the team gathered around the table.

"Thank you for coming, sir. We have a situation," began Agent Nelson, a young man of 28.

"All right, bring me up to speed. This is AD MacKenzie's operation, isn't it?" the Assistant Director, Henry Carlton prompted.

"DeVries," another agent corrected respectfully. "She goes by DeVries now."

AD Carlton nodded curtly, shaking his head. "That's right...that's right. Married that fraud suspect several months ago."

"About the new operation..." Agent Nelson continued, "AD DeVries has had us watching her apartment on rotating shifts. We already knew that someone had infiltrated her apartment and set up a surveillance camera; they didn't seem to have discovered our surveillance equipment there, though. However, tonight a red-headed woman and a man, both of whom have been observed going to Dante's Circle on a regular basis and are most likely employees there...tonight those individuals entered AD DeVries' apartment and cleaned out all of her personal effects."

"I see," AD Carlton frowned, thumbing through a dossier containing the details of the case. "AD DeVries established security protocols with your team, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then for the next forty-eight hours, follow those. You may risk endangering her or exposing the operation if you rush in right now. But after forty-eight hours, if she hasn't managed to communicate her status to you, send someone into the club."

"Understood, sir."

*****

Ella's flesh was trembling and utterly spent by the time her ravishment was through. Her limbs felt soft, almost boneless, and she could barely move when feminine hands gently coaxed her to sit up.

The stiff, leather collar was unbuckled from around her throat...then, the blindfold removed. Ella blinked as her eyes watered and swam, adjusting to the dim, reddish light of what appeared to be a multi-purpose room.

Her professional instincts were deeply ingrained. Even in her disoriented state, she instantly noted that there were three doors that led out of the room, in addition to the staircase she'd descended. There seemed to be no other furniture in the room aside from the table on which she'd been fucked...but scuffmarks and patterns of dust on the floor suggested that at other times, there might be additional tables or other furniture as needed.

Groggily, Ella turned her eyes toward the one who had removed her blindfold. It was Sheila.

"Sheila?" Ella managed to croak, her throat hoarse from screaming and shouting her desire.

"You did so beautifully, Diana. Come with me," Sheila whispered to her, her eyes running up and down Ella's body with undisguised lust.

Weakly, Ella followed the redhead through one of the doors and down a corridor that passed four other doors before turning the corner into a spacious shower area. Everything was tiled -- floor, walls, even ceiling -- and there were at least six shower spigots. Ella, her strength sapped, let Sheila guide her beneath one of the showers and lather her up. She didn't protest as the other woman took several liberties: groping Ella's breasts and fondling her ass, lingering between Ella's thighs on the pretext of cleaning the traces of sexual release from her folds. Ella knew that her body was still being used...and she accepted it.

Although Ella had never been with a woman before, she relaxed as Sheila bowed her head and suckled one of her nipples. The petite redhead pulled her close and insinuated a knee between her thighs. Ella let herself be positioned until each of them had a leg wedged between the other's thighs and rocked willingly in response to Sheila's suggestive grinding. They kissed beneath the warm cascade of water, lips warm and sensual as their wet bodies writhed together, a slow, tender lovemaking in the aftermath of Ella's wild orgiastic surrender.

The gentle orgasm that came to Ella in Sheila's arms was almost a whisper...a sweet, goodnight kiss on the brow...a light breeze on a summer's day.

Ella simply drank down the pleasure. Her mind was still in an erotic daze...

Sheila dried them both off, then guided her back to the corridor...but not back to the main room. Ella found herself following Sheila up an alternate, private staircase to a darkened room she'd not yet seen. There was only just enough light for her to walk behind the young redhead without tripping or stumbling. The next thing Ella realized, Sheila was easing her into a vast, comfortable bed.

They must have a spare bedroom for the staff here... Ella thought.

Just as she was about to close her eyes and rest, Ella felt a strong, masculine arm drape around her and pull her against a hard, muscular body. Her mind still drunk in its sensual, erotic cloud, Ella was not alarmed. Somehow, it....made sense. She was made for fucking. If he wanted to fuck, she would fuck. If he wanted to hold her and touch her, she would yield her body...

 

[BLACK BART]

Ironically for a man who spent his time "up" past the midnight hours Phoenix was an early riser. Six a.m. and he was awake, his eyes drinking in the long legs and full breasts of the bed partner he had gained earlier.

She was in every sense exquisite. The man who had lost her..."IF" there was such a man...was a fool, for Diane had grace...beauty...and the ability to think, and feel. Qualities Phoenix appreciated and could use...not just for his own betterment, but for her own if she was willing to learn and listen..

Sheila was quickly getting to be a burden. Her time with him had led her to the false beliefs she could take liberties with his wishes...and despite minor warnings to her she continued to try and expand her own boundaries. A dangerous line of thinking that Phoenix wouldn't allow and would soon be forced to correct if she made one more error.

For now Phoenix was content to admire the woman in his bed...The paler color of her skin contrasting with the dark blue silk under her, her hair fanned out and making her look like the sleeping angel she was...and Phoenix to looking forward to bringing out more of the "she-devil" he knew she kept caged up within her.

He felt his own body respond to those thoughts...his cock growing and hardening at the image of Diane bound once again and helplessly opened to his perverted wishes...her body responding as he took her over...and over...and over...

He rose quietly and slid from the bed, not wanting to disturb her or the image she created while sleeping...or the mood he found himself drawn into because of her. At a tiny corner desk he used the PC set there, moving into the files that held the bank accounts used publicly...gauging the size of the deposits and relating them to the amount of business done in the evening before.

Everything was working better than planned...the first floor was holding it's own in alcohol sales and drawing a good supply of men and women for the floor below...and as those recruits found their own vices to explore they drew the rich and perverted clientele Phoenix loved to prey on.

Those customers were moved to the lowest level and it was never long...before his patience and bank book was rewarded, for the filthy rich never thought much of spending money on their perverted vices...just so those vices never floated back to the top to embarrass them at the wrong time...

And that was where the good money was...for Phoenix was an expert in timing...and how to collect the best rewards from the use of it.

He checked his schedule last.... made some changes and notes on the daily log...then logged off to feast his eyes on the slumbering form of his newest and perhaps most erotic...guest.

Smiling he crawled onto the bed...like a tiger scenting his next meal he hovered over Diane, lowering his head and lips to her full and bare breast and the nubbin resting on its crown, drawing it between his lips as he began to suck on it and feel it harden...

She was a natural...Phoenix knew it...and if he had his way with her. He’d turn and twist her mind until she was a walking sex toy...

"Perrrrfect baby" He murmured as he moved to give her second breast the same treatment...his hand trailing down her warm flesh to the shaved flesh between her legs...his nostrils flaring at the already aroused scent her sex was giving off...

She was simply...

Perfect...

For Phoenix and the plans he had for her.

 

[Arioso]

Something was gently but insistently stirring Ella out of her slumber. Something she felt compelled to answer and helpless to resist, like a drug flooding her system.

And yet part of her grumpily resisted it: the more she awakened, the more her mind became aware of a full-body ache the likes of which she hadn’t felt since her academy days. Her muscles were as sore as they’d been on some of the days when her instructors had sent the recruits out for some endurance training. She groaned.

“No, love, I’m too tired…” she protested dreamily, believing for a moment that she was at home, nestled deeply in Eric’s arms. Eric. Any moment now, and he would cradle her gently against his chest, holding her safe in his arms until she awoke…

A feral chuckle answered her.

And then…the teasing bite of teeth on the puckered flesh of her nipple.

The delicious, mild pain sent a ripple of pleasure firing through her and Ella instinctively arched her back, gasping in pleasure as she thrust her naked breasts higher. She could feel the delicious, sensual heat building between her legs.

And instantly, it all came flooding back.

Last night.

Oh god.

Everything she’d done.

Everything she’d begged for.

Oh god!

Her eyes snapped open. Phoenix’s lips released the swollen nipple he’d latched onto and he raised his head to behold her startled expression.

“Where am I? What am I doing here?” Ella blurted rapid-fire, her disorientation clear from the slight alarm in her voice.

Phoenix seemed unconcerned, although his gaze remained fixed on hers. He managed to be relaxed yet focused on her responses – a sign of someone who had practice in studying other people and being prepared for anything.

“You’re at the club, and you’re waking up. Good morning, Diana, how did you sleep?” he replied easily. One of his hands began leisurely stroking her thigh.

Ella blinked at such a banal question – so out of place, it felt, when she was awakening from one of the strangest, most unsettling experiences she’d ever had. Where had that lusty, sex-craved tigress come from last night?

“Sleep? Fine…I slept fine…but….” her eyes narrowed as she surveyed her surroundings and discovered, in a corner…

“Hold it. Are those my things? What are my things doing here?” Ella turned a wary, accusing gaze on her companion. Her voice rose in pitch as she grew even more alarmed at her situation. “Did someone get into my apartment?!”

She began scooting away from Phoenix. Not that she was terribly worried about anything he might have found. Her laptop was the only item that could link her to the FBI, and it was protected by so many multiple layers of encryption and passwords that it was unlikely that even a skilled hacker would find anything remotely incriminating. Moreover, she knew her team was watching her apartment, so someone had to have seen her apartment being cleared out. Still, however, it rattled her to think that Phoenix was bold enough to take such liberties.

It also suggested an ominous change in her status.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Phoenix asked, ignoring her questions for the moment. He smiled wolfishly and raked her nude form up and down with his eyes. “You must be hungry after last night.”

Ella knew she shouldn’t let any investigative subject get her goat – that it would be a show of weakness on her part. But Phoenix’s smugness riled her.

She heaved herself out of bed, despite the painful protest of her sore muscles, and stalked a few paces away, needing to put some distance between herself and THAT MAN! And damn her body for responding to him, even now…

“BREAKFAST!?!” she spat out incredulously. Ella wheeled around sharply to face him, desperately wanting to deliver a good slug to his gut. For an instant, her whole body tensed in fighting stance, accentuating the lithe, sculpted tone of her limbs.

Until she looked closely at her own behavior and realized she was dangerously close to damaging her investigation. Divorcees who were down on their luck weren’t likely to take swings at their bosses. And it wouldn’t do well to reveal through her own fighting techniques, either, that she had professional training far beyond what the ordinary divorcee would have.

But, dammit, why was she reacting to him like this? Even when she envisioned hurling herself at him in attack, the image blurred to a fierce, carnal joining of bodies...and teeth biting lips and tongues...fingers clawing...

Ella relaxed, narrowed her eyes at Phoenix, and let a hint of a stern smile tug at the corners of her lips. “Actually, breakfast sounds wonderful. And then, perhaps, you might be willing to explain to me why all of my things are here?”

 

[BLACK BART]

Phoenix stood quietly while his thoughts raced, his face carefully devoid of the effects of his surprise, his eyes taking in the body posture of the woman who so very few hours before had been begging to be "used".

Every woman was full of contradictions he knew from past experiences, the more they claimed to be a "lady" the louder they screamed in sheer pleasure at being treated like a tramp... The more they made a show of being the strong and dominant person the faster they became a slave to others and their own warped desires... It was usually the meekest looking that became the tiger when undressed and aroused...The one that claimed to have done it all showing the greatest surprise when they found they hadn't...The biggest secret always laid within the breast of the one that claimed to have none...

But what puzzled Phoenix at this very moment wasn't what his "guest" didn't show...it was what she did...and then quickly tried to cover up.

She was either a consummate actress and had taken completely taken him in...Or he had missed some very important clues...

A possibility...but a very slight one.

And yet the alternative explanation wasn't good news...not for Phoenix...and definitely NOT for Diana...

And he had the perfect way to find out in mind.

"I'd suggest you slide into one of the robes that are in my bath"

He smiled as he pointed out Diana's nudity and let his eyes feast on her before continuing.

"Not that you aren't a feast in itself...But hot food might leave a mark on that perfect skin and spoil the fun I have planned for you later on today."

To Diana's credit she blushed as she realized with a start she was indeed still undressed and Phoenix let a low chuckle escape his lips as he watched her taut buttocks sway tantalizingly away from him.

Minutes later they were seated at the table, the robe opening to tease him as she poured a glass of juice and sampled it...and he returned to her requested explanation.

"Now as to why I took the liberty of moving you from the "dump" you were living in Diana...It's quite simple and utterly selfish."

He drew the moment out and took the time to refill his own cup from the steaming decanter and sip at it as his eyes studied her before answering.

"After last night and the way you reacted you've become a very valuable asset to this Club...and to me. The best way to protect that asset from harm is to keep it safe and sound at a much better class of hotel, and I pride myself on the level of service we can give within these very walls."

He paused a second time and enjoyed the dark and robust liquid he had poured, the cup cradled in his hands all the while and returning there while he waited for Diana's objections.

"And if I say "NO" and prefer to stay living in that "dump" where I can come and go as I please?"

An expected and perhaps rehearsed reply Phoenix told himself and let a smile cover his handsome face...but not expand to his eyes.

"Then I'd say you are either a fool...or have something to hide from us. You can take advantage of the protection I can provide you and enjoy rent free quarters...as well as leave and return as you prefer...OR turn down the best thing that has come into your life for quite some time according to your own words and walk out of here a free but unemployed woman."

Carefully he moved and set the fragile cup down, his eyes tracking it's movement and then deliberately moving to Diana's face, his eyes hard and scrutinizing her as he prompted her reply.

"You don't impress me as a foolish woman Diana...erotic, sexual, surprising. But not foolish. So perhaps you best tell me what you're hiding, before I find it out for myself?"

 

[Arioso]

Ella shook her head and let out a sighing laugh. It was classic.

The ones who were engaged in illicit, illegal dealings were always the quickest to suspect others around them of hiding secrets. Their own knowledge that they were lying to the world made them unable to trust anyone else.

Somehow, the demonstration of Phoenix's suspicion actually relaxed her...restored her confidence. He felt threatened by her.

It made it all the easier for her to answer him in keeping with the persona she'd adopted.

"I'm not hiding anything just because I don't like having my living arrangements being changed without so much as being asked," Ella countered easily, meeting Phoenix's gaze without the slightest flinch...although she blushed a little as his own gaze wandered down to the tantalizing hints of her breasts beneath the robe. "Yes, my place is a dump--but it's MY dump. Yes, this is the best opportunity I've had since my divorce, and I'm grateful, but that doesn't make me a dog who will be happily moved from one kennel to another. I'm a human being, and I'm going to have human reactions. This was a total surprise -- when you told me I wouldn't walk out the same person, I didn't think you meant I wouldn't walk out, period."

Phoenix regarded her for a moment, silently assessing her as he buttered a slice of toast, then prompted her coolly, "What is your choice? Stay or leave?"

Ella swallowed a sip of orange juice and set down her glass. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, which caused the robe to gape open and reveal the full swells of her breasts and her delicate nipples. "I need the money. So if it's leave and be fired, or stay and make money, I'll stay."

She reached for a slice of toast herself and took a bite. "Where would I be staying? Do you have a whole suite of rooms for all the women who work here?"

Again, Phoenix gave her an odd look.

"You'd be staying here with me, Diana." His answer was calm, yet with an underlying hint of tension...as if the arrangement were obvious.

"Does that bother you?" he pressed further, his tone of voice suggesting that he still didn't quite trust her and was studying her very carefully.

It was a turning point for Ella. One voice in her head urged her to walk away from this case -- it was going to take more than she could handle, emotionally. But another...the voice that had kept her from abandoning anything she ever took on...forced her resolve. Forced her to look within herself and realize exactly how much she might have to give...

The tremor in her voice, the hesitant wavering in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks, the demure bow of her head when she looked down at her hands -- all of them were genuine. Only part of her reaction was the cover story....much of it, though veiled behind a lie, drew upon a truth that she was only just beginning to understand and appreciate in its full depth.

"It's been over a year since my divorce, but there are some things I'm not over yet. When I applied for this job, I didn't expect to...a didn't expect to have a lover," Ella explained quietly. In her mind's eye, she could see Eric's face. "He and I....it couldn't last. I wasn't...what he wanted. It hurt. I've only just started getting used to having my own life, without it being built around him. But I don't think I've stopped...stopped..."

Ella's voice caught in her throat like a dry stone.

Even pretending, playing a part, summoned up a thought that was too painful for her to express.

She would never stop loving Eric.

 

[BLACK BART]

Phoenix, like all men was a vain man, and thought often of how he had like his name indicated rose from the flames...

And in those flames he had felt the pain he now saw as a very real and all too fresh emotion in Diana's eyes and face...

It disarmed him somehow.

He had over his life become a professional in studying people and finding the flaws in them, then making use of those flaws to his benefit...

And though part of her story rang hollow the final statement and the undeniable testament of her experience was written clearly on her every being at that moment... temporarily making him forget the doubts that hovered in his mind.

He coughed gently and smiled in compassion, thinking of his own personal losses in the past and how very alone he felt at unguarded moments in his current life.

"My intent was never to treat you as a possession Diana and yet my actions need to be explained, not to justify them...but to tell you of the changes in your life...all because of last night?"

It was unsettling. To see those very eyes so full of emotion a second ago suddenly become cool and measuring as she looked up from her hands to prompt him...

"Go on...I'm listening"

Unsettling...

But not to the extent where he had lost his own balance, despite the wash of emotions she drew from him...

"Your presence last night Diana...the reaction of the guests in the room with you...and your own obvious passion and response to the situation. Each of the men and women in that room have requested another chance to experience more of the same with you...and have offered large sums of money for that privalege...as well as given generous tokens of thier appreciation for last night."

Again he was fascinated by the change in her features as images of last night seemed to play across them, the passion she showed the evening before washing over her skin and flushing its flawless surface bright red...

"Desire is a powerful thing Diana...some are ruled by it all thier lives...some fail to come to reason with it and let it force them into rash actions...Many in that room were wealthy and powerful people, the gifts they gave and offered more of were in order to insure they received what they desired..."

"And that is?

Phoenix smiled...a genuine smile and his eyes and face lit up with it, the naiveness of the question telling him this woman was indeed quite real and very, very...fresh to the events she was experiencing.

"You Diana...they want you...the power of the emotions that came out from you last night...and what it did to them in return, I've never seen quite that reaction...it charged the room and everyone in it."

The breakfast was finished and he rose from the tiny table to move to the small dresser that held his own clothes, shedding his own robe and turning to slide open the first drawer.

"Make no mistake Diana...they've all become addicted to you as if you were the most powerful drug created...and though the offers are genuine?"

He turned to find her eyes on his body...and stood still to allow them to travel slowly up and down his torso before meeting his eyes and continuing.

"Yes?"

"If they can't be allowed to share you one way...they'll find another to take what they want Diana...and though your arousal at being "taken" was quite genuine last night...I'm not sure you're prepared for what might happen if one of them found a way spirit you away from here, are you?"

 

[Arioso]

Twenty-four hours.

So much could happen in twenty four hours.

Ella was dozing on top of Phoenix, their naked bodies tangled together in a relaxed heap. It was just morning, but how different a morning. Twenty-four hours earlier, Ella had been...

Dumbfounded. For a moment, Ella stared at Phoenix, completely dumbstruck by the veiled threat. He couldn't be serious! Spirit her away? Ella felt an uncomfortable chill run down her spine -- that crossed into dangerous territory, way too dangerous.

"You're joking. No, they couldn't. For Pete's sake, that would be kidnapping! I don't even want to think of how many laws that would--" Ella objected vehemently, shaking her head in denial until the rational side of her brain finally chided her for being duped.

A knowing grin stretched across her face and she shot Phoenix a reproachful stare.

"Okay, very funny, but you don't have to try to coerce me with fantastic stories about being spirited away. I've already acknowledged I need the money -- I'll play by the rules. But let's just keep things real. Nobody is going to spirit me away."

Ella was mildly troubled when Phoenix's expression grew deadly serious.

"You don't think so?" he challenged quietly. There was no menace to his voice, but it was thick with warning. He was definitely a good actor. Ella was almost persuaded that he really believed what he'd said.

She folded her arms across her chest and arched her eyebrow as if she were indulging a very slow child.

"No, I don't. I'm one woman out of hundreds, thousands even. There is nothing about me that is worth that much trouble --- come on, Phoenix. What do you take me for? I'm guessing you've seen hundreds of women come through this place in exactly the situation I'm in. Always a new flavor of the month. That's what I am -- I'm intriguing for the moment, until someone else comes along, maybe next week, maybe in a few months. But they could get the same thing from a centerfold or a porn site. So no -- I'm not buying the idea that anyone would go to that much trouble over me. It's absurd."

Phoenix looked as though he were about to say something but then stopped and fixed a very calculating stare on her, as if he were trying to assess something.

The point was left unresolved.

For the moment.

Ella's head rose and fell against Phoenix's chest as he breathed steadily. Her dark, curly hair spread out across his firm flesh like an unruly mane, a few locks dangling in her face. And his cock...his cock was still sheathed inside her velvety warmth. They'd fallen asleep like that...after Ella had made love to him.

But what Ella learned was that Phoenix never left a point unresolved, he merely delayed resolution until he could get his argument across with exactly the right force.

She hadn't been able to find a good excuse to leave the club, so she'd spent the day doing work to help prepare for the night shift -- everything from performing an inventory on the bar supplies to filling requests for embossed invitations to the club. Apparently, certain clients liked to be able to offer them as gifts to foreign dignitaries as sort of a perq -- like getting them tickets to a basketball game or something.

Phoenix had left her to herself, for the most part...although Ella couldn't stop imagining him watching her from his office. And the idea of being watched was...arousing. Slowly as the day wore on, she began to feel an ache stirring in her loins. A persistent heat that could have distracted her from her tasks if she hadn't had better discipline.

But it left her so very vulnerable to the attentions of the customers.

And Roger, when he arrived, was determined. Ella knew the instant he walked in and didn't even head to his table.

"I would like to take you downstairs, Diana," was all he said as he greeted her with a heated, unwavering gaze.

The barely controlled edge to his voice sent a rush of moisture between Ella's legs and she nearly groaned at the delicious, instant tightening in her nipples.

Before she could answer, another man said that he, too, wanted "Diana" downstairs, and was willing to make it worth her while. Ella wondered if he was one of the clients Phoenix had mentioned that morning.

If he had fucked her.

Roger said he didn't mind sharing. And in the blink of an eye, Ella found herself heading toward the staircase to the lower circle once again, after getting a nod from Phoenix.

After everything she'd done that evening, after the sheer debauchery she'd surrendered herself to, it was odd that what bothered Ella the most was that she made love to Phoenix. She didn't fuck him. They didn't have sex. When all the clients had left for the evening, in the quiet stillness after the club had closed down, Ella had found her way to Phoenix. Her body was exhausted, yet emotionally, she was humming with so much lust, such enflamed desire that it left her permanently wired, and eerily attuned to any body that came near her...and what it might need, even at a deep level that wouldn't be admitted. Her touch had softened...and she'd spent another hour making love to Phoenix -- something she had only ever done with Eric.

It was like she became a different person when she, Roger, and the other man went below. And if Roger had been restrained when ordering his shots of tequila, he was insistent, demanding, and hungry now. Ella felt his teeth gnawing at her neck and shoulder as they descended the stairs. In a blur, the two men stripped her of her almost non-existent skirt, bound her wrists and stretched her arms above her. Then, they shed their own clothes in a heartbeat and sandwiched her between them.

Ella was almost screaming with need by the time Roger slid his cock into her pussy. And then the other man confirmed that he indeed had been one of the ones who'd gangbanged her the night before, when he whispered in her ear, "This time, I want to fuck your ass."

Only in Ella's wildest fantasies had she even imagined a double-penetration, being fucked in her ass and her pussy at the same time. But the firm, demanding prod of the man's rigid cock against her tight, rosebud entrance left Ella groaning and begging for him to do it, to push himself inside and stretch her.

And then she was lost. The next few hours were a glorious daze of teeth biting and nibbling her flesh, stretching her nipples out so agonizingly tight and pinching them until they throbbed; of cocks grinding in her depths and stirring her lust even faster; of hands sliding over her body, cupping and caressing...When Roger and the other man finished with her and undid her restraints, a woman eagerly insisted that Ella come join her, and Ella willingly sucked her tits and licked her pussy, riding higher and higher on the wave of passion that seemed to build in her without end.

But it did end eventually.

Phoenix came to collect her, to clean her off and get her ready for bed. Ella had fixed her eyes on him dazedly and felt an irresistible impulse to kiss him...slowly...long and deep. Her lips had worshiped at his mouth, then all over his face, until she was licking the sweat from his skin with her tongue and gently nibbling the corded flesh of his neck. Somehow, he got them back down to his bed...and Ella made love to him with a tenderness that seemed to startle both of them. Yet, neither fought it...although Ella wondered if perhaps Phoenix was merely tolerating it so he could study her further.

Those thoughts were gone from her mind for the moment.

She didn't hear Phoenix slip from the bed to answer a phone call.

Fast asleep, Ella dreamed of Eric as he had looked the first time they had gone for a swim together in the lake. And her face relaxed into a blissful, contented smile as she snuggled drowsily against the mattress...

 

[BLACK BART]

Eric Devries

Eric rolled and lifted the tiny instrument from his nightstand, hours awake already he had decided the risky but necessary call as a hopeful source of information…anything to break the routine of brooding he had found himself falling into…. to prevent the worst of his fears from happening and restore hope.

Hope…that was a word he had questioned the meaning of many times over the minute, hours and days he had spent waiting. This time the street couldn’t help him. This time what happened did so behind closed doors and very few spoke about it afterwards. The names that were whispered all had money…and with that money power of a sort… Power that only the ruthless wielded and did so with deadly, callous efficiency…


As long as she was still alive… as long as there were reports of her being seen, even brief sightings… there was hope…


He showered, recanting as he shaved the known facts he had gathered and how they seemed to fit…

Shelley’s confession in the remote cottage she had moved to had torn at his heart…Who the father was and the situation surrounding it were almost mind numbing, yet it all fit… She had fought off the addictive effects of “working” at the club and was determined to be the best single parent a child ever had…if the “father” wanted that way once he became aware of it. He had spent several days with her and was relieved to see her clear headed and with a purpose in life as well as the means to accomplish her goals…She made an excellent mother already and the prospect of seeing her one day as a counselor for the youth pleased him…perhaps one day they could combine forces in a way to help people…Keeping her distanced from her father and past life was best and with his promise to relay a message to one individual in Dante’s Circle he saw peace come to her face and eyes. The message could be a double-edged sword. It might be just what Eric needed to find an ally inside the club…or it could betray him and sentence him to his own dark fate…


The “Senator” wasn’t so receptive or cordial.

Eric had to try to see if the man was as corrupt as his daughter believed, to justify in his own mind such…evil…could create such a tender, caring daughter.

But once the wary look of fear disappeared from his face a sneer replaced it while he arrogantly addressed Eric’s questions with his own lewd comments…

“You’re the criminal she hooked up with then? I heard she found someone to spread those long legs of hers and even got a promotion in the process for taking down the old man…You must have trained her good then? But no I haven’t seen her in person since the last time she barged in here months ago…Good Day!”

It took every last bit of Eric’s self control not to come over the desk and wipe the sneer off his face…but then as he left he realized that was exactly what the Senator wanted…still something was off center about the mans replies… “hadn’t seen her in person…trained her good???” Eric knew the jibes were tossed at him to see if he was hot headed enough to lash out…but also felt the Senator had carefully worded the insults and as always knew more than he let on…

But the thing that gnawed on his nerves the greatest was his reception at “The Bureau’s” office…Ella’s own office now. He knew he wasn’t “rated” to be allowed the particulars of the case Ella was involved in…but never expected to be looked at as an outsider or even worse…a hostile suspect.

When he tried to force the issue and admitted his own knowledge of the location she was in he found himself on the verge of being arrested and slipped away only after promising not to interfere with the investigation on the threat of arrest..

In return he was granted the “privilege” of calling into the office once a week for an “update”. What roiled his insides was he was allowed only to ask vague questions in return for even vague answers.

And on his last call he was given the terrifying reply…

“Agent Devries has failed to check in at her usual time.”

Even the assurance that there was a “backup plan” gave little comfort…and he was they check in with him after the forty-eight hours had passed.

Forty-Eight hours…like a slow descent into hell as each hour dragged excruciating by…Eric felt his skin slowly peel from his skin as if he were being roasted alive…his control of himself slowly fading with it as the clock ticked away…

A sultry voice answered and asked how she could “Be of Service” the huskiness of the voice suggesting there was much, much more to be “had”… and he replied.

“Tell him Griffin is available and will wait for his call at this number.”

The circuit went dead after the sultry voice changed to an efficient tone and recited the number back to him, assuring the message would be promptly relayed.

Eric stared out the window at the gray bleakness of the city street through the open window, the rain falling and failing to bring the freshness to the air as it did at the lake side retreat… instead seeming to intensify the stink of humanity and the sins they routinely committed.

And as the rain grew stronger Eric silently prayed for the first time in many months. That what he had put into motion was the right thing to do for his sake…and Ella’s…

 

[BLACK BART]

Phoenix

Phoenix stood beside the bed and admired the long, lean frame of the woman he had bedded the night before.

After all the energy and emotion she had exerted with Roger and his “partner” he was amazed how much passion she had showed him afterwards…

Even as amazing was how he had responded to her, the feelings she had tugged from his heart…the tenderness he was able to give to her in response.

They had made love.

Pure and simple…

It involved much more then the body and the feelings of the flesh…Drawing deeper from inside…a place some people called…

The soul…

Now she slept the sleep of the exhausted.

And though it was an arousing site, how the trim curves of her leg flared into the womanly swell of her buttock. How firm her belly and the breast above was gently swaying…knowing how pleasure she could give…and demand?

Phoenix had plans for her and being emotionally bound wasn’t written in those pages.

Already the past copulation’s of Diana’s had been edited and burned to CD’s…The members that had paid the enormous membership fee he demanded were pleased to view them. The identities off all involved except Diana carefully blocked…Phoenix knew the tastes of individual customer and had made sure they had not only received the “gift” but taken the time to view it…

And the offers were pouring in.

An aging oil tycoon who wanted her for a weekend a month…not to sleep with but as “dressing”, bragging rights to show to his partners…

A pair of domes that wanted to train Diana and make their own video of the process, to use it as advertisement and enhance their own house reputation…

As well as the wash of perverts who simply wanted to have a “rape” party with Diana and then discard her.

Even a certain senator would receive a copy that Phoenix used on occasion…and he waited for that reply in particular



From each the amounts offered would be lavish…Even on film the passion and arousal Diana showed and drew from her partners was apparent…

Phoenix had felt that first hand and knew Diana was a drug…

A powerful, living aphrodisiac that he needed to carefully dole out, lest the supply run out before it’s time…

He smiled and left the room, careful not to disturb his sleeping moneymaker…and dressed before stepping into a second room used as his business office.

“Has the good Senator been cooperative in helping us with the prints we took off Diana’s glass last morning?”

“His staff has them and have run them the system…waiting for an answer now…

Sheila acknowledged with a lewd smile as she eyed the swell at his groin.

“They did acknowledge a marriage certificate and papers filed for divorce…No children recorded to the two either. Is there something “ELSE” I could take of for you?”

“What about the “X”, have you verified where he’s living now and if they’ve stayed in contact? I don’t need a jealous husband…ex or not on our hands…”

Sheila’s face fell as he rebuked her offer and concentrated on business and she turned to her desk to lift the notes gathered from last night.

“I’ll follow up on the man and make the usual arrangements then. These are for you from last night…Will there be anything else, “SIR”?

Phoenix ignored the sarcasm as he reread the note and smiled…then returned to her question after sliding the note in his pocket…

“Yes, there is. You’ll take Diana on a shopping trip this morning. I’ll mind the shop while you’re gone and make a few calls to people. Take Shane with you as bodyguard and introduce him to Diana…making SURE he understands hands OFF with this one, all right?”

Sheila’s eyes went crafty, the understanding of how Diana was to be treated telling her that Diana was a “product” and after she was marketed…her face brightened at the thought…the grand finale was always exciting…

“What stops would you like us to make then?”

Gone was the resentment…A morning of shopping and the news she was still Phoenix’s main and permanent girl…A smile crept to her face and remained as she jotted down the stops and then blossomed into a full grin as Phoenix announced the last stops…

“Take yourself and Diana to the “Tangled Whip” have her sized for a full mask and a couple of revealing outfits, treat yourself as well…Then take sometime to eat where’d you enjoy…but no drinking. I want you both alert and ready for tonight…I’m want you to make sure Diana is well teased tonight but will have no “clients” later, understood?”

Phoenix nearly laughed at the eagerness in Sheila’s eyes, and then sent her to find the bodyguard with instructions to be ready within the hour

When he returned to his bed Diana was stretching like a cat and he watched carefully, admiring and appreciating the raw beauty of the moment…almost regretting the decisions he had made regarding his newest girl…and forcing them out of his mind as he bent to kiss her.

“Wake up sleeping beauty. No work this morning for you. I’ve arranged a shopping trip for you and a chance for you to put all the money you’ve earned into your accounts. That is unless you no longer need cash?”

He continued to smile as she slid from the sheets and into his arms, giving as much affection as he received and holding her body close to his as he filled her in…

“A good morning of shopping will revive you and then tonight you’ll be required only to tend bar…You’ve earned the time off and I’d like a chance after hours to entertain you myself, IF you wouldn’t mind?”

 

[Arioso]

"Sure, I wouldn't mind a quiet night in, maybe a game of Scrabble," Ella agreed smoothly. She kept a straight face, lifting her eyebrows innocently as she teased, "Unless, that is, you had some other plans in mind for entertainment?"

Phoenix chuckled, but chased her off to the shower with the reminder that Sheila was waiting to head out on their little shopping trip.

Ella gave him a playful wink and sauntered off.

The morning's developments were interesting, to say the least. Ella was glad that she didn't have to mask her eager delight at the opportunity of a shopping trip. This was her opportunity to make contact, even if only briefly, with someone from her team. One of her agents would start tailing them as soon as she and Sheila emerged from the main entrance.

And Ella had a few things to report.

Number one would be Phoenix's sinister remark about patrons of the club simply taking it upon themselves to seize female employees and spirit them away. It could have been just a tactic to intimidate her, but it could also mean that this club was somehow involved in a sexual slavery ring, and Ella wanted that looked into.

But Phoenix had also revealed something else to her.

It was subtle. And she never would have caught it had it not been for Eric. Her husband loved her with a passion that burned so true and pure...and it showed in how he touched her, how he kissed her. If Ella had never experienced that, she might have been fooled. Especially given her lack of involvement with men prior to Eric.

She knew though. She could tell the difference between passion...and manipulation. Despite the almost unbearable tenderness and sensual intensity of her lovemaking with Phoenix the night before, this morning his approach had been...scripted. It was subtle, but it was there. He was playing her somehow. Buttering her up. The shopping trip. The girls' day out. The offer of a nice, quiet, private session with him after work. Pampering to make her feel special.

Too special.

His affection seemed just a little distant. Though he showered her with praise, he was back to business. And that meant that something was up. It was just a gut instinct...but her instincts were legendary in the Bureau, and were trusted by some people more than statistics.

Her gut instinct was confirmed by Sheila's overly friendly treatment. She was already gushing about all the wonderful stores they would visit even before the two of them left the club. The fact that a large, heavily tattooed man named Shane was supposed to escort them everywhere was also mildly disturbing. Ella definitely felt watched.

But Ella was glad to see one of her agents seated on a bench across the street. She glanced over just long enough to make eye contact and knew that surveillance would kick into high gear. Her team would keep her in their sights until contact could be made safely.

The opportunity came early on, when Sheila took Ella to the bank to make a deposit. Ella told Sheila she was nervous putting so much cash in the ATM and wanted to hand it to a real, live teller. It was simple after that for Ella to scribble a quick note and slide it across the counter to one of the Bureau's operatives at the bank (the reason she'd chosen that bank for her accounts).

Owner and patrons possibly involved in slavery ring. Activity heating up. May need backup in club.

It wasn't much. But it would start in motion a tightening of the net around Dante's Circle.

The rest of the morning went smoothly. Sheila took her to several boutiques, urging her to by outfit after outfit, while Shane stood a discreet distance away, eyeing Ella with interest but leaving the women to themselves. It was a little strange trying on clothes with Sheila, given that Sheila had seduced her in the shower. And once or twice, Sheila did let her hands caress Ella's bare breasts in the dressing room, and went so far as to suck and lick Ella's nipples until whimpers of pleasure fell from Ella's mouth.

But each time that Ella thought Sheila might try to bring her to orgasm, right when Ella was on the verge...Sheila pulled back.

Their final stop was a place called The Tangled Whip...the only store that gave Ella pause. The merchandise was unlike anything she'd ever seen -- it was truly a different world.

One that excited her more than she could afford at the moment.

Ella fought to keep herself focused on her job. She went along with the measurements that Sheila had them take on her for a mask -- a gorgeous, white mask with an intricate gold and green pattern around the eyes, much like a Venetian carnivale mask. But when Sheila encouraged her to choose an outfit or two...it was so hard not to give into her own, hidden lusts and fantasies....

There were leather corsets that left the breasts bare...

Exotic, dancing girl outfits made of a web of gold chains designed to drape over the body's curves but conceal nothing....

Sheer, gossamer gowns that would make her look like a temple prostitute of the ancient Near East...

Ella picked one of the sheer gowns -- pleated, alabaster gauze that reminded her of the statues of the goddess Selket she'd seen in the Egyptian antiquities wing of the Smithsonian. Then, unable to resist, she also bought a leather corset and a pair of leather, thigh-high boots.

Shane escorted both of them back to Dante's Circle, where Ella spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for the evening shift. She had a few occasions to stop in the front office where Sheila was working and spied a post-it note with names crossed off by the phone. Evidently, a list of people who had either called...or been called. And though Ella didn't have the chance to get a close look, even just a brief glance had raised an eyebrow.

The names in that list included some of the most influential power-brokers in Washington DC.

Tending bar that evening was indeed like a relaxing break after the events of the past two nights. Ella still submitted to the fondling and flirtations of the clients...many of whom now knew her much more intimately. Some even whispered in her ear the things they wanted to do to her at their next opportunity.

It left a deep, steady ache between Ella's thighs, and by closing time she was dripping wet with need. Just the soft, whispered suggestion of all the obscene things that some of the patrons hungered to do to her body...how they wanted to use her...was intoxicating. It was straining her ability to concentrate on her investigation...Ella realized that there was a real danger that she could lose herself in Diana...be swallowed up by this person she'd had to become in order to gain access....

And the battle was raging within her when she knocked on Phoenix's office door after she'd cleaned up the bar in the quiet, empty club.

It was too tempting to be Diana. If she wasn't careful...Diana might edge her out...

 

[BLACK BART]

"You've been on my mind all day Diana."

" I hope the thoughts were all good ones???"

Phoenix laughed and replied, clearing the screen of the files he had been working on and patting the edge of the desk beside him.

"Come over here..."

"Please?"

Diana's voice was teasing even as she moved closer to him, her breasts swaying under the open blouse she had donned after her shift...the muscles in her long legs seducing his eyes as she crossed the room...

"I've got some things to discuss with you Diana...choices for you to make that could make us a both a lot of money.... unless you don't like making trips to the bank and making five figure deposits?"

"The money is good Phoenix...real good."

Diana admitted readily and lifted herself onto the corner of the desk...her breasts swaying seductively as she did.... her legs parting to show tonight again she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt that become her uniform of choice...

"And what you do to earn that money Diana..."

Phoenix pressed and placed a hand on her thigh.... feeling the shock of power arching off her skin and against his as he did.

"You like that as well?"

It was obvious she felt the current as well. Diana’s eyes widened and she took a deep breath to reply as casually as she could...

"The bartending isn't bad...pays better than a restaurant.... the customers are...all right"


His hand slid under the edge of the skirt and Diana's legs opened of their own accord...her arousal coming to his nostrils sweeter than any perfume he had ever breathed in..

“It’s more than that though…isn’t it Diana?”

Their eyes met and for an eternity it seemed he was staring into a mirror and seeing it reflect the lust in his own eyes.

He had considered putting her on the stages. Just to watch her reaction to the men and women below as she stripped for them…and then changed his mind selfishly realizing he wanted in part that reaction for himself…

Red, full lips parted slightly and her white teeth bit at her lower lip as he brushed his fingers over her shaved mound…

She liked the men wanting her…craved it as much as they craved her. Phoenix had watched it happen before but never with such raw intensity.

Diana’s eyes had closed and her head tilted back…paperweight…pens and phone bounced off the floor as her arms brushed them off the desk top and she used her elbows to support her.

He was convinced… By not letting her go downstairs with a single customer she was deprived of the one thing she had quickly become addicted to…the heady adrenalin RUSH of being the center of attention…

And now she was ready to explode at the slightest touch…

“You like that Diana…”

It wasn’t a question that had to be answered. And yet as the answer hissed out between her lips it heated Phoenix’s blood.

“Yesssssssssss”

“There are men. Powerful men and women that have seen you and offered HUGE sums of money to be with you Diana…do you like that idea?”

A finger gently invaded the wet lips and probed inside and her body bucked to take more of its length…even as her eyes opened and met his.

“Yesss, yes…I do…is that…. wrong?”

Phoenix smiled and slid a second finger beside the first…then slid both deeper into the silky, hot interior of her sex.

“No babe…there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way…if you want it…”

Phoenix shifted, brushing the blouse off her breasts to tease the nipples into harder, swollen nubs…

“You could have it anytime you wanted…and be well taken care of it because it too.”

His fingers had found and now teased her swollen nub…and Diana was responding with growing thrusts upwards as she tried to force more of herself over his fingers…

“Yesssssss, mmmmm, yes”

Diana’s eyes were half closed again, her face flushed with growing arousal as she ground her hips against his fingers…her features showing dismay as Phoenix pulled out of her quivering sex in a deliberate tease.

“Question is... do you want it Diana?”

 

[Arioso]

She was just playing a part, acting out her cover for an investigation...wasn't she?

"Do I want to be wanted? God yesss," Ella sighed, the breath nearly being choked out of her by the powerful wave of physical desire and adrenaline that threatened to carry her away with it. "But...what do they want with me? What would I be saying yes to?"

There were clues to be had...if only she could concentrate long enough to ask the right questions.

It was getting harder and harder.

"Pleasure...and power..." Phoenix hinted, his deep voice as seductive and sinister as the devil's. "All that you've experienced already and more. Wealth beyond your wildest fantasies...all to be had by letting others use your body the way it so desperately loves to be used. And you do love that, don't you Diana?"

She was just playing a part, acting out her cover for an investigation...wasn't she?

Elle felt a guilty tremor run through her. Phoenix wasn't even touching her, but just the silky tone in his voice, the way he whispered harshly "...letting others use your body the way it so desperately loves to be used...", sent a jolt of arousal coursing through her like lightning.

She could only nod mutely and swallow as her body shivered with lust.

She was just playing a part, acting out her cover for an investigation...wasn't she?

This was getting dangerous...this man...this likely criminal...was tapping an energy in her that she barely understood. And Ella was losing her focus.

"You have to say it, Diana. Tell me...do you want it?" Phoenix prompted softly.

His thumbs circled lightly over her ankles...such a light, almost innocent touch. And yet so incredibly sensual and erotic, Ella felt a surge of moisture flood the warm cleft between her silken folds.

"Yes, I want it!" she nearly growled.

She was just playing a part, acting out her cover for an investigation...wasn't she?

It was the answer she had to give, wasn't it? He was setting her up for something, Ella was sure of it. She was close to discovering the nature of the underground business that was transacted in this club. On the verge of going deeper in her investigation...

It wasn't that she wanted...needed...to go further...was it?

A hard, cunning smile seized Phoenix's face and his grip on her ankles tightened, pulling her forward to the edge of the desk.

"Then strip!" he commanded, softly but firmly.

Ella shed her clothes with an eagerness that...worried her. As did the unbearable ache she felt in her swollen nipples and clit. The hunger in Phoenix's eyes deepened and he indulged himself in biting and sucking on her breasts before instructing her to follow him downstairs.

Before they left his office, he secured a collar around her neck again, and tightened leather cuffs around her wrists. Ella followed him down the same staircase she'd taken on the night of her first descent to the lower levels...but the space it opened into seemed like a different world.

The walls had been draped in deep, crimson velvet, with red lighting giving them a hellish glow. There were various pieces of equipment made of solid wood and black leather...ominous, sinister-looking chairs and benches and even a large cross, all with straps for arms and legs.

And mounted to the walls from various angles were cameras.

At Ella's questioning glance, Phoenix explained smoothly, "Those who are interested in you are willing to pay a high price, Diana. But I suspect you could net even more...you could profit obscenely...depending on how far you're willing to go. Are you willing to test your limits? If you are...we'll have to show the customers what they'll be getting."

Ella's heart nearly burst through her chest. It pounded violently at her ribcage and every nerve in her body flared. God, she wanted this so badly, it was driving her to distraction.

She was just playing a part, acting out her cover for an investigation...wasn't she?

This was her chance to learn more about Phoenix's operation. That's all it was.

Right.

He was going to made a videotape to sell her. Whether it was actual slavery, or renting the pleasure of using her on an hourly basis...it was clear to Ella that her sexual responsiveness was on the auction block. He'd alluded to powerful people who were already interested in her. Shit -- that had to mean he'd already made other videos of her an circulated them!

Even as the idea set the agent in her on alert and left her wary to Phoenix's plan, she couldn't suppress an aroused moan at the thought that her naked body had been viewed by anonymous strangers...that they'd watched with delight and lewd arousal as she'd been fucked.

With all the equipment in the room, Phoenix's next action surprised her. He merely secured her cuffed wrists together and then looped them through a chain, which he strung up through a ring in the ceiling until her arms were stretched above her. Then he left her there for several moments and disappeared behind one of the doors.

When he returned, he was naked save for a black leather mask -- one that left his mouth, chin, and cheeks bare but sufficiently concealed his identity. He was a nightmare vision of raw, brutal male sexuality...and Ella burned for him.

"Now, my little slut, let's get you warmed up before I see what you can take," Phoenix purred wickedly as he strode toward her, his muscular frame taut with anticipation.

He gripped a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, while he cupped a tit in his other hand and hefted it up toward his mouth. Bending his head over her vulnerable flesh, Phoenix sucked her tender, stiffened nipple into his mouth and began to saw at it with his teeth. Then, baring them as his lips curled back in a cruel smile, he bit down -- hard -- tugging and stretching the defenseless nubbin out into a deep, red cone of pleasurable pain.

Ella screamed...a toe-curling, passionate shriek that betrayed her.

For her cry was saturated with lust.

She was..just...playing...a....part....she was....she was...Diana....was...a whore..

 

[BLACK BART]

Phoenix growled in feral lust and moved to do the same to Diana's other breast...his blood boiling as she mewled in mixed pain and pleasure, her thighs grinding against each other as she tried to hide the discomfort from her rapidly growing arousal.

"You like that don't you my pretty little slut?"

Again it wasn't a question and as he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled back he could see the answer in Diana's flushed cheeks and wide-open eyes.

But it wasn't going to be enough to simply KNOW this time. The cameras were recording before he stepped back into the room...capturing it all on digital to be enhanced and played back for each and every viewers pleasure...Diana was going to ADMIT her arousal and scream it to the watchers for their pleasure before he was done...

"SAY IT my little pretty.... tell me how WET your cunt is and how badly you want me to use it!"

It took scant seconds and he moved one wrist from the wide leather cuff to a second one...pulling at the rope so her arms spread wide before he spun and lifted a silver chain with two delicate looking clamps on it...

"Tell me out loud sweet looking whore...TELL ME just how HOT you get when I USE you like THIS"

The clamps opened revealing tiny little teeth and with deft practice he attached each over Diana's already red and swollen nipples...drawing a high pitched whine from his helpless subjects throat as she threw her body backwards...

"Yyyyesssssssssss"

"Yes WHAT?"

Phoenix grinned at her and tugged cruelly at the now firmly anchored nipple clamps...

Diana screamed this time and leaned forward to relieve the pressure on her abuse nipples...spreading her legs to better balance as Phoenix chuckled loudly and took advantage...

"Your slutty whores body TELLS me you LOVE IT bitch...."

Ramming two fingers into her wet sex he roughly slid them in and out several times before pulling them back out to raise them to his lips and the watching cameras...

"Your CUNT is soaking with DESIRE my little slut...IT needs MORE and so do you. DON’T YOU?"

And as he licked the proof of Diana's want off his fingers he grinned over the words she whimpered to him...

"Yes...YES...I want you to take me.... use me any way you want... I don't care as long as you FUCK ME"

Grinning with lust Phoenix stepped behind Diana and pressed the swollen head of his cock between her legs to rub it in her juices...then swinging an open hand to slap her trembling flank as he growled to her.

"I'll fuck you my little slut...ALL NIGHT long...But not before you BEG ME to do so..."

One hand guiding his swollen shaft he ground it against her sex...watching Diana squirm as she tried to position her and draw it into herself...

The other he used to drive open handed repeatedly on that firm ass, reddening the surface as she cried for him to take her...

"FUCK ME...please FUCK MEEEEE"

Something had changed inside Diana at that instant...some normal reserved portion of her inner behavior was twisted...and Phoenix took a perverse pleasure in knowing he was the one responsible for making it happen...

In his mind the rewards were just beginning.

And as he drove his cock savagely into her and gripped Diana's hips to pound over and over into her aroused and helpless body...

He knew it was going to be a long night before he was through with Diana...

A night she would never forget...

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Diana came with alarming speed...Her thighs coated with her juices as she screamed in perverse pleasure over her needed release...But it wasn't to be the ONLY time she heard her own voice wail that evening.... Phoenix pulled from her still hard and wanting, moving her with harsh and efficient hands to the cross in front of her, to fasten each arm in leg into the "T' of the hardwood...A second time he demanded she beg...a SECOND time she relented and did that very thing, her body arching upwards as he rammed deep into her sex and drove her to a second and then a third ear splitting release...It was to be on the fourth piece of equipment and Diana's fifth orgasm that Phoenix found his own mind bending release...As Diana was bent over the "horse" and he took her from behind, the cameras recording the mirrored reflections of her breasts careening erotically as Phoenix violated her ass...

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Phoenix found his balance...then released Diana's bindings, leaving her bent over the ebony leather...the lighter skin of her punished buttocks coated with his cum making an erotic ending to the filming of her first public performance...

"Clean her up and make sure she drinks a sleeping potion before you take her back to my bed...once she's sleeping soundly I want you back with me in the control room...getting the finished product ready"

He watched while Shane lifted Diana and cradled her nude body to him, Sheila holding the door and gloating as they slipped through it...Then moved to the showers to clean the evenings "work" off himself...whistling a cheery tune while he washed.

The next morning he was already admiring the finished product, knowing it was in his richest and most perverted customers hands already thanks to modern technology...while Diana stirred and moaned as she woke.

“I’ve ordered a masseuse for you and breakfast…both are waiting for you once we shower Diana.”

 

[Arioso]

Every inch of her felt sore and tender. Yet the memories that rushed into Ella's mind made her body tingle with pleasure, despite her own inner alarm at what she'd done.

True, she would be able to explain those "performances" as necessary to position herself better for her investigation. Her superiors at the FBI knew what sort of place this was.

But it troubled Ella that she had enjoyed it so much.

The sensual torment that Phoenix had lavished on her last night had freed something primal from her depths, and sleep had done nothing to subdue it. Ella could feel the lust, the thrill, lurking within her...prowling like a tiger through the wild jungle that her body had become. He'd told her that she wouldn't leave the same person...he was right...

"Breakfast sounds wonderful," she sighed in a husky, bedroom voice that she hardly recognized. Even just waking up in the morning, she sounded like a wanton slut.

Ella tilted her head up to accept Phoenix's lingering kiss. Then, she took his offered hand and let him help her out of bed. Not that she was weak enough to need help...somehow, she had just automatically slipped into a demeanor where she let him manipulate her body, control her and direct her movements. It felt so easy...

They showered together for over half an hour. Thank god the water stayed warm. With gentle hands they bathed and explored each other, giving pleasure as they washed, until Ella found herself gasping and heaving against the smooth tiled wall. Her thighs parted and Phoenix lifted her up on his hips, slowly sinking her down until she rode his cock yet again. Ella's breasts jiggled with every thrust of Phoenix's meaty length in her cunt, making them a tempting target for his lips and tongue.

Even after they'd rinsed off, Ella left the shower feeling a slight trickle of his release leaking onto her inner thigh.

Clothes seemed pointless for eating breakfast, so they sat together at the table, nude, and enjoyed their simple meal of toast, orange juice, coffee (and on Ella's request, yogurt and fresh strawberries). With her head somewhat clearer this morning, Ella took the opportunity to pry for a little more information.

"So...the tape you made of us last night...what kind of people will see it?"

Phoenix's smirk told Ella that, undoubtedly, many people had already seen it. Damn, he worked fast.

"People who are interested in you. Powerful people," was all he said.

Ella arched an eyebrow. "But what kind of powerful people are interested in me?"

His eyes took on a sinister fire, narrowing at her in mild rebuke, yet feasting upon her body as if savoring a fine delicacy.

He doesn't expect me to be around much longer...he's enjoying this while he can, Ella realized with astonishment. Whatever was going to happen, it would be soon. She only hoped that her backup arrived in time.

"You don't think I would have stayed in business for so long without respecting the confidentiality of my best-paying clients, do you, Diana?" Phoenix chided her, but not too sternly. Her curiosity didn't surprise him...nor did it concern him. Which made Ella even more worried. "I will say this: if most Americans knew the secret, perverted pleasures that some of their political and financial leaders indulged in, half the politicians in this city wouldn't be re-elected and at least three major companies would be boycotted by every moral and religious group that could organize the effort."

"Tell me something I don't know," Ella muttered grimly, not at all surprised by his statement. Phoenix chuckled. As he smiled darkly, their eyes met and they exchanged a knowing look. Both of them understood corruption all too well...but where Ella strove to stop it, the man seated across from her looked to profit from it however he could.

If answers weren't forthcoming from Phoenix, Ella later got a few clues from an unexpected source.

The tattooed bodyguard she'd met only the day before. Shane, that was his name. He was the "masseuse" who was to pamper her. At first, Ella was deeply skeptical. Shane's appearance suggested a rough brute. But when she lay down, naked, on the table, his touch banished every assumption she had made about him. His hands were gentle, sensual, and so artful in their talent for seeking out tension and easing it away.

Like Phoenix, Shane was initially coy about the identity of those who might be interested in paying a high price for access to her body -- perhaps even outright possession of it. But he let slip more details as their session went on.

"Hope you like traveling...some of them don't even spend most of their time in this country," he remarked slyly as his large palms massaged her buttocks. When Ella mumbled something about business travel, Shane let out a curt, dismissive laugh and muttered, "Shoot, their companies all have factories overseas anyway. They don't even care about giving some decent jobs to people here."

Ella filed that detail away. As she did when he massaged her wrist and teased that she might have to get used to waving like a candidate's wife.

Just the mention of the word "wife" made her cringe as she thought of Eric. Her heart grew heavy. What if...what if he couldn't forgive her for everything she'd done? What if this came between them? Oh god....

Her body began to tense up again. Shane frowned and worked harder on loosening her muscles with his strong hands. But he also must have assumed she was tensing because she didn't like the idea of some of the things he'd been telling her. His voice lowered and he began to relate a few more sordid details about what might await her.

"You think that's bad? Sweetheart....you better be prepared for what you got yourself into. Some of these folk who seen you, they won't want to take you away from here without having a piercing ceremony first -- put their rings through your pretty li'l titties and clit," Shane whispered. "Others'll take you home and have a big dinner party to celebrate, with you stretched out on the table as a centerpiece, all covered in fruit or some'n. And you better hope you don't get some of the really mean ones: the more you scream, the more it turns them on."

Even as Shane warned her in ominous, hushed tones, there was something sad about his voice. Ella might almost have believed he regretted some of what went on here.

He grew quiet after that, his face pensieve and...lonely?

As Ella flipped over and lay on her back, she noticed that Shane worked on her body without really focusing his eyes on her. If anything, his glances were those of a man who was admiring a nude female right in front of him...but thinking of someone else.

When he finally sent her on her way, Ella felt like a new woman -- physically refreshed, pampered, and energized. Shane merely nodded silently, his eyes dark and brooding, when she thanked him.

Ella returned to Phoenix's office, where he seemed to be deeply interested in something on his computer screen. But before she could sidle up to him and catch a glimpse of what it was, he told her that she'd be spending the afternoon with Sheila again...that there were some things Sheila needed to help her with.

An uneasy fluttering settled into her gut. All that sat on the desk beside his computer was an accounts ledger...a calculator...and a scheduling calendar....

...but even as her stomach knotted at the hint that she was to be the object of an impending transaction...Ella felt a shameful, warm ache growing at the juncture of her thighs. This had to stop. She had to get her feelings under control...this was no fantasy, it was an assignment...

 

[BLACK BART]

Phoenix watched the trio leave the building and pass by his first appointment for the day, then glanced at the clock. Diana and Shiela were scheduled for a body waxing, hair and facial...to be followed by an early afternoon appointment at the spa following lunch...

It would keep them busy for the better part of the day and give him time to finalize the details for the upcoming weekend, a weekend that promised to be the single largest payoff in the clubs history...

"Come in and make yourself comfortable...would you care for a juice, coffee or something stronger?"

Curiousity had gotten the better of Phoenix with this appointment...The unsaid promises the man had given when they last spoke and the mans last name...

"I hate to be blunt but your last name...any relation to...?"

They were seated at one of the lounges main floor booths and Phoenix was regarding the mans resume and appearance...

"I don't usually hire male bartenders...the clientelle prefer the ladies...but there are some occasions where I might need a well experienced extra hand. I see you've worked in several lounges over the past few years?"

The reply was stunning, the tone and eyes of the man carrying as much weight as the mans words...and by the end of the interview Phoenix was rethinking the arrangements he was about to make for the weekend....his mind busy with the alternatives as he ushered the man out and shook the mans hand...

"I'll see you tonight then and have my "Hostess" give you the grand tour before putting you to work, allright Judas?"

Phoenix sat in the booth for several hours...mulling over the facts and the gut feelings he had...looking across the empty lounge and letting his eyes and thoughts linger of the familiar fixtures within... There had been several renovations since he took possession of the club but with each he had kept the hand painted pictures on the walls..and he moved to the oldest of them.

"She was always the lady wasn't she Joseph?"

Phoenix tensed and remained facing the likeness of a woman he hadn't thought of in over a year...the voice behind him bringing back a time when money wasn't the driving factor in all his decisions...

"She still is... though it would bring a scowl to her face to heat the pair of us admit it."

Turning he smiled and stepped closer...his eyes scrutinizing the man had slipped into the lounge without him hearing it...and offered his hand.

"I can't tell you how pleased I am to see you. You look as fit as you ever were and I hope what you said on the phone still goes?"

They gripped hands and Phoenix applied pressure...his arm cording with the effort...searching for weakness as he tried to crush the mans hand...and then relented as he found none in either hand or eye...

"Still testing everyone you meet Joseph...and yes I am...and it does...when does it happen...and where?"

Grinning Phoenix wrapped his arm over the taller mans shoulder and they walked to the bar, the reflection in the mirror behind it showing just how much the pair of men resembled each other in features...

"This weekend I'm thinking...and at "The Sanctuary"...your portion of the take home will be a cool quarter mill...unless you change your mind?"

"Tell me about it...and yourself as well Joseph..."

The reply made Phoenix grin as he poured a glass for each of them and nod...

"I'll tell you everything bro...but do me one favor, allright?"

"Ask it..."

The quiet assurance made Phoenix smile again and he lifted his glass in salute before answering...

"Call me Joe when we're alone...or Phoenix when with the troops...but drop the Joseph?"

An hour passed and then a second, the time spent more on the past then the present and it was with regret Phoenix watched the man walk out the front door...

"Stop in tonight Eric and I'll introduce you to our new starletl...and if you'd like, have her do a lap dance or two for you?"

 

[BLACK BART]

Eric Griffin Devries

The waitress leaned against the counter and watched the young man in front of her with puzzled eyes. When he had quietly stepped in and ordered coffee she had figured him for a good looking man passing time before his date arrived. He had been pleasant enough, replying to her mild flirtations with a smile and words that smoothed his refusal to go home with her when her shift was over.

It wasn't that she propositioned every man that came into the cafe. She didn't have to, most hit on her and she had her pick of the lot...even had taken a few home when the urge struck her...

Something urged her to offer an ear and a shoulder if he so wished, a chance to let "it" out...

It was the look in his eyes as he sat sipping the cup. The turmoil in them reaching out to her and drawing her to him.

She spotted the trembling hand, the coffee nearly spilling over the half full cup as she reached for the rag to wipe up the expected mess... then halting as he steadied it with his other...

A junkie...coming off a high and suffering the beginning shakes...she shook her head in sad decision over his condition and poured another cup without him asking.

And yet the longer she waited for him to leave the more she questioned her judgement, for as she scrutinizied his face for the signs of being wasted away by the drugs he consumed she found none, and when her eyes moved to his bare arms and looked for the needle tracks...they came up missing.

His hand had steadied as had his voice, both apparent as he asked for a third cup and slid a bill to the counter top, his eyes still clouded with turmoil and yet different...

And then the waitress understood and sighed. She almost laughed except it was no joking matter. Part of her wished she were the one this mans heart was breaking over...just to be wanted so badly by someone...

He rose and thanked her gently. Somehow understanding the thinking process she had gone through and feeling the emotions she felt at that very moment...And as his hand touched the handle to open the door she said the only thing she could think of... the single statement that would haunt her mind for many nights.

"I hope she's worth it mister."

The eyes had cleared. Instinct telling her a decision had been made and again she wished she was "that" someone else as the man nodded and stepped out the door as quietly as he had entered...

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Eric had walked out of Dante's Circle with mixed emotions. Two sides threatening to rip him apart with powerful, conflicting and uncompromising feelings.

What had formed him as a young, impressionable child...what had hammered him from a child to a man and yet left him capable of understanding his own emotions and furthermore...controlling it. It all stood tall behind him in a building that was in itself...unremarkable.

A man inside that in another life should and could have been his brother. A woman that had first took Eric in and then on his advice opened the doors to that man.

How they had created a concept and then it had escalated to become a creature that seemed alive...and then morphisized into a monster that threatened to consume all it touched.

He had walked away from it once before. Changing and perhaps saving his own life...his future...his sanity...

To find a life worth living, to give something back to lives he had never touched or twisted and in the process finding someone he could....love?

By the very definition of the word his confusion had begun to clear, for iin loving someone you put thier needs ahead of your own selfish wants...

And accepted what fate gave you in return without question...without fear for yourself...

Was she worth it?

Was Ella Fitzgerald MacKenzie Devries....worth it?

He didn't answer the waitress as he walked out the door.

Not out of rudeness for she hadn't asked a question.

Simply expressed a thought...

A thought he already knew the answer to as he strode out the door clear minded and determined.

She would always be

 

[Arioso]

By the time Ella returned to Dante's Circle with Sheila and Shane, her body was glowing with contentment. Every square inch had been pampered somehow. She'd been treated to another full-body massage, from her scalp down to her toes, and her smooth, supple skin now radiated a sensual, jasmine fragrance. Her finger- and toenails had been trimmed and painted. Her pussy had been carefully shaven and waxed, then massaged with a soothing lotion -- a process that had left Ella wet and aroused. Her face had been thoroughly cleansed with various organic masks and a relaxing steam bath. And her nipples had been massaged with an almond-flavored oil until they were flushed and stiff.

While Ella had enjoyed all of it, unable to resist the overwhelming, sensual pleasure of being tended to with such meticulous care, her guard was up. There was no question: she'd been groomed that day, for what she wasn't certain.

Sheila was coy, but Ella could definitely tell the girl was keeping a secret. One that pleased her a great deal.

And there was a strange undercurrent among the other employees of the club. Those who, to Ella's knowledge, were familiar with the lower levels were unusually quiet. Those who had only worked the bar thus far chattered with her like they always did, seemingly oblivious to the mood of quiet anticipation that seemed to hang hushed in the air.

But all of this was nothing compared to the looks that Ella saw directed her way when the club's patrons began arriving that evening. Phoenix had started her out at the bar, saying vaguely that he would "let her know" what else would be required of her at a later time. He also intimated that there would be a new bartender this evening...a man...but that Sheila would be in charge of showing him the ropes.

As Ella served drinks, moving through the sea of tables, there were eyes that practically devoured her. Many were brazen enough to meet her gaze and leer at her, almost proclaiming that they had seen a very lewd, erotic side of her. Ella felt like a doe wandering through a pride of hungry lions, but the thought of all these wealthy, powerful patrons lusting to claw and bite at her flesh only served to arouse her until she was dizzy with heat. Wetness drizzled from between her intimate folds to coat her inner thighs, barely concealed by a black, Spanish lace scarf she'd wrapped around her hips like a skirt. And her nipples were swollen and plump like ripe, juicy red berries...so succulent and ready to be savored.

She could already feel herself slipping into Diana's control...the power of her alter-ego surged with each appreciative brush of a palm over her bare flesh and with each lecherous, heated stare that ran up and down her body.

Thus it was that Ella was particularly weak...already caught up in the erotic trance that was Diana...when she caught sight of the one man...the only man...

Eric!

Her beloved mate was seated in a booth over near one of the walls, half in shadow, but Ella would recognize him anywhere.

If at all possible, her body flared to life even more. A deep, longing ache began to throb in her pussy as it yearned for his cock. Her heart pounded out a steady, urgent beat. Without even being summoned, she began walking toward him.

Ella didn't know why he was here. She didn't know if he brought a message, or how long he would stay.

All she knew was that she was drawn to him. She needed him more than she needed to breathe. Indeed, it felt as though her lungs simply stopped as she slowly walked toward her husband, hips swaying in primal invitation.

"Good evening, sir," Ella heard herself whispering when she stood beside Eric's table. Her eyes were already drowning in his. "What may I offer you?"

For several instants, they merely gazed at each other in awe...the rapt desire that wove itself between them intense and powerful as it can only be between lovers who have been parted for longer than they can bear.

Finally, Eric answered in a low growl, "Only the best you have, my sweet."

With a lithe swing of her leg, Ella straddled his lap, shivering in delight as she saw the prominent bulge beneath his slacks. Mine! Her body took on a life of its own, swaying before him, brushing his chest, teasing him as she began a more erotic lap dance than any she had yet done in the club.

As Eric eased her back onto the table and began biting and sucking at her neck, she whispered in his ear, "Something big is about to happen."

It was the only warning she could manage to get out...the only one she dared, not knowing for certain whether the booths were bugged or not. And then Ella gave herself over to stroking her hands along the familiar, muscular frame of her beloved Eric as she writhed beneath him in utter bliss and lust.

 

[BLACK BART]

Sexual tension.

From the moment Eric had walked back into the club he could feel it. The fact it existed didn’t surprise him, for that had been the very crux of the idea when Eric and Joseph had taken over the lounge. But the intensity of it…

Joseph…or Phoenix as he had reminded Eric to call him while on the floor…had perfected the art of bringing a near orgasmic to the club and forcing it to hover there…

Each woman employee walked the floor in bare breasted, long legged perfection…none seemed to be bothered in the least by the fondling they received by the throng of horny customers…the women who performed on the corner stages disappeared several times after each dance set and returned to the knowing smirks on everyone’s faces…

Everything in the main floor was designed to give an air of seclusion, the booths shielding and dimly lit, giving brief glimpses of what was happening inside each…

The effect gave the unspoken impression that ALMOST ANYTHING WAS ALLOWED…

Eric had joined Joseph earlier that afternoon and was impressed with the tour he was eagerly given. From the main floor, to the offices located in a corner below, to the “pleasure rooms” that occupied the remainder of the lower level. The recording equipment was leading edge and Joseph was quite proud to demonstrate its clarity by urging him to replay several recent sessions.

Eric was ashamed of the fact the information Joseph was freely sharing with him might one day be used against him. The trust Joseph showed in him wasn’t endless though, for when Eric inquired into the details of the planned weekend foray the look he received was enough to make his hair stand on end, despite the gentle apology…

“It’s a rule I’ve never broken Eric…The details are known only to me and the client and held until we’re ready to depart. It prevents any damage from happening and keeps the clients anonymous. I have no problem with Sheila introducing you to the woman who will be center stage though…and on Friday I’ll share the details of what the client wants to happen…I think you’ll be pleased and amused considering the past troubles you’ve had with certain…organizations.”

The look on Joseph’s face told Eric there was much, much more going on…as did the flurry of activity that was going on around him.

“Remodeling while the Club is closed this weekend…a perfect time to take advantage of the need while the place will be vacated.”

Sheila turned out to be a gorgeous yet calculating woman who quietly ran the clubs day-to-day business details and despite it making his skin crawl Eric considered the possibility of a liaison with her to draw out more information.

An opportunity she seemed to be susceptible to by the way she deliberately eyed him up and down in the freight elevator, assuring him she would go to “all the limits” to “take care” of a friend of her employer.

It gave Eric a tremendous amount to sort out while he sat in his booth and watched Ella move about and “serve” the customers…and trying to understand about the depths she would go to keep her cover after watching one specific recording below…or how much further she’d be pushed…

It was that image of the recording he had in his mind when “Diana” moved to his booth and purred her question…and Eric was taken back by the intoxicating changes that had occurred within his true loves body in such a short time…

She KNEW she was desirable…every lithe movement only amplified the fact she was wanted…and as she ground her near nude body against Eric in welcome he quickly lost control and pressed her to the table cool surface in order to return the “welcome”…

“You need to get OUT of here as fast as you can my love”

He moaned into her ear and then bit it, his mind aware that she was quickly undoing the barrier of his pants so they once again could be joined…

As well as the fact another presence was rapidly approaching them…

And a decidedly female voice was chastising them with an amused tone…

“I see you’ve already met our newest star Sir….but now I have a dilemma on my hand…Phoenix has the strictest rules about the hired help NOT allowing our guests to fuck them on this floor…a very punishable rule for even our brightest employees…Diana is quite aware of this and will have to be dealt with…Something I will be forced to attend to immediately downstairs…The dilemma is I need a male to help me…and at the moment YOU are the only available and qualified person…I hope you understand?”

 

[Arioso]

As soon as Ella heard the smug, delighted whine in Sheila's voice, she knew she was indeed in trouble. There was no mistaking it -- Sheila saw Ella as a threat to her own self-interest, and would take great pleasure in smacking "Diana" back down into her place.

But Ella had to keep her cool...a serious challenge when her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and wanted nothing more than to cling to her beloved Eric. The feel of him...the scent of him...his instant, ardent response to her...it all combined into the most intoxicating drug, and she needed him like a junkie going through withdrawal.

"Are you going to get up, Diana, or do I need to call Shane?" Sheila sneered, practically quivering at her opportunity.

"That won't be necessary. Forgive me, I lost control for a moment...I'll accept the necessary punishment," Ella insisted breathlessly, her body still quivering with arousal, her nipples tight and puckered, her lips swollen and lush from just one, long, yearning kiss with Eric.

She glanced briefly in Eric's eyes, urging him to trust her...to play along...to know that she would take whatever she had to.

It would be a test for both of them. Could Eric inflict pain on her...discipline her? Could she be strong enough to take whatever punishment he delivered and not break her cover?

A brief flicker in his gaze reassured her. There was a warmth, a connection, a bond there -- just enough to let her know that he was working with her. Although they could not speak openly, a silent pact had been forged.

Ella followed Sheila downstairs to the lower levels, with Eric following close behind her. He kept his distance -- it wouldn't do for him to show affection or compassion for her right now. Once below, Sheila led the two of them through one of the doors in the main room, one Ella hadn't passed through yet. Inside was a smaller room -- dimly lit, with cinderblock walls, and an array of equipment that looked very much like it belonged in a dungeon.

With immense satisfaction, Sheila instructed Ella to bend over a padded, leather horse and spread her legs. Eric helped Sheila secure Ella's ankles at least four feet apart, then tied her wrists to the legs of the horse as well, effectively raising Ella's hips and ass high in the air.

"Now, will you be a good little girl, or do I need to gag you?" Sheila purred, evidently very pleased with herself. Before Ella even had the chance to answer, Sheila was shoving a massive dildo-gag into Ella's mouth. Ella struggled to keep from choking as the faux prick slid far back toward her throat. Sheila pinched Ella's hair as she secured the strap at the back of Ella's skull.

"That's perfect," Sheila pronounced. She turned to Eric and began drawing him just out of Ella's earshot. "All right, sir, let me explain the punishment and your role in delivering it..."

As Ella waited, held firmly in place, her pussy and ass brazenly exposed, she felt the wetness pooling in her intimate cleft and realized, to her mild shock, that she was getting turned on....very, very turned on...