The Barter System Companion: Volume One Page 18

  He sure liked the way her jeans fit.

  The Queen’s Castle

  Los Angeles - February 2013

  Chapter One

  At the property line, Gregory presented identification and was admitted beyond the gate by several armed men.

  He stopped beneath the porte-cochere and put his Aston Martin in park. He sat staring at the mansion’s massive double doors.

  In terms of luxury, it held a prominent address and a ridiculous amount of land given how average citizens scrambled for the smallest lots.

  His embossed invitation to attend the gathering sat on the passenger seat and his eyes cut to it in suspicion.

  The place was supposed to be a myth.

  For the past decade, he’d heard the whispers and rumors about a private home used for the pursuit of eligible men.

  Some said it was a brothel with a stable of attractive studs wealthy women could rent for whatever purposes they deemed worth the cost.

  One rumor told the story of a woman scorned after twenty years of marriage who started a club of sorts as an act of revenge against her husband and other men like him.

  Others claimed it was run by a coven of women who used the seed of pleasured men to seek power.

  In Los Angeles, anything was possible.

  There was a tap on his window and he turned his head with a small amount of fear.

  A tall, stunning woman stood on the other side. She smiled and gestured for him to roll down the window.

  He had no clue what to say.

  “Mr. Yates. I trust you have your invitation?” He nodded. “Excellent. You followed the instructions?” He managed to nod again. “Good. If you’ll come with me, I’ll get you checked in.”

  “Do you…are you the owner of this house?”

  “I’m the head of security when the owner is on site six weekends each year. You may call me Vi.” She opened his door and smiled. “Are you nervous?”

  “I don’t know what to expect,” he admitted.

  “A thrill in and of itself, don’t you think? The world is usually so predictable.”

  He got out and realized the woman was almost as tall as he was. She had platinum blonde hair and eyes so pale blue they were almost clear. His own hair was darker blonde, bleached from the sun, and his eyes were darker blue.

  Her calm demeanor put him at ease. “I guess you’re right.”

  “No one will harm you, Mr. Yates. Everything else will be explained. We’ll take care of your baggage and vehicle.” She took his invitation and closed his door. “This way.”

  She led him around his car and up the marble steps. The door opened as they approached, held by a woman who kept her expression blank.

  “Mr. Yates is our final guest. Lock up when his luggage is inside, Taylor.”

  “Ma’am.”

  A prickle started on the back of his neck. “I can’t leave?”

  Vi stopped in the opulent foyer and turned to him. “We lock up for the security of our members and our guests. This isn’t Hotel California, nor is it the Bates Motel.”

  “I apologize.”

  “No need. Our precautions seem strange to those who visit for the first time. All your questions will be answered in full.” She smiled and it made her appear younger than he thought she was. “Come. Keep your mind open.”

  He nodded and followed her into a small parlor. The pretty woman behind the desk greeted him cheerfully. “Mr. Yates! A pleasure to have you with us.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I’ll leave our guest in your care, Tommy.” To Gregory, she inclined her head. “Open mind and enjoy your stay.”

  Chapter Two

  He turned to the small brunette dressed in a form fitting hotel uniform. Her eyes were a vibrant green.

  “The valet parked your car. No ticket is required to claim it. We placed you on the second floor.” In a whisper, she added, “An excellent sign, sir.”

  “It is?”

  “Oh yes. The closer you are to the ballroom, the higher your reputation.”

  His eyes widened. “My…reputation?”

  She paused in her typing and a slow smile crossed her face. “Mr. Yates, if I may be so bold...is it possible you don’t know why you’re here?”

  “No. I don’t.”

  Resting her hands on her desk, she stared at him for a long moment. “Shall I tell you?” He couldn’t help a small laugh. “You’re here because someone in your past talked about your…skills.” She resumed typing. “You’re going to have a fabulous weekend.”

  Handing him a large brass key, she winked. “Call down if you need anything. Your luggage is already in the room. So good to have you with us, Mr. Yates.”

  “Thank you, Tommy.” He turned to leave and changed his mind. Leaning close, he asked quietly, “Are there women here who want me to fuck them?”

  “In every possible way, Mr. Yates.”

  “Call me Gregory.”

  “I couldn’t possibly be so familiar. It would be inappropriate given our current dynamic. However, should we encounter one another at another time, in another context, perhaps I will call you something else entirely.”

  “Do I get any more clues?”

  “Not a single one,” she answered breathlessly. “It’s going to be much more fun this way. I hope you’ll trust me on that, Mr. Yates. I’m a very trustworthy person.”

  “I imagine.”

  “Go to your room, shower, and nap if you like. A steward will wake you an hour before dinner. A word of advice?” He waited. “Wrap your fist around your cock and get whatever relief you need.”

  Lips slightly parted, Gregory struggled to formulate a response around the pounding blood in his ears. “Anything else?”

  “Make it good, Mr. Yates. Empty every drop from your balls. There are toys in the room if you enjoy additional stimulation in your ass. Your pleasure is secondary on the first night.”

  “What about the second night?” His voice was barely audible.

  “On the second night, you’re allowed free rein. You can indulge any act you desire. First, you pay your dues.”

  Dues were easy to pay to get what one wanted.

  His eyes flicked down her body behind the staid uniform. “Step back from the counter.” She did so with a smile. “Show me your pussy.”

  Her hands settled on the fabric of the slim skirt and she inched it up her legs. “Why, Mr. Yates…I’m not sure what to say to such a request.”

  She wasn’t wearing panties. There was a tiny four-leaf clover tattoo at the top of her mound.

  “Have you seen enough, sir?”

  “Not even close.” Smiling warmly, he added, “I’m sure I’ll get a more satisfactory opportunity.”

  “Do you think so, Mr. Yates?”

  “I do, Tommy. If you get a break, you should stop by with my favorite lunch.” He turned with a wink and said over his shoulder, “I won’t seek relief. I like the tension.”

  Chapter Three

  He jogged up the curved staircase to the second floor. His door was the first one off the landing.

  The beat of his heart sped up. The moment he was alone, he stripped and stepped into the shower. His cock was already painfully hard but he ignored it.

  Examining the goods in the luxurious shower told him even more about the planned evening. With shaking hands, he made use of the products intended to clean every inch of him.

  Afterward, he laid down naked on the bed, never imagining he’d be able to sleep.

  A light tap woke him hours later and he started to rise when the door opened. Two women entered with a man who carried a masseuse table. He set it up in silence and bowed as he took his leave.

  “Mr. Yates.” The women gestured to the table and he walked to it and laid down. “Just relax, sir. We’re going to deliver a deep tissue massage in preparation for your evening. We’ll be back again in the morning.”

  He let them work, surprised when they chatted over his naked body.

  “A fin
e specimen, to be sure.”

  “I love when they groom properly. Mm, smooth and inviting.” One of the women cupped his ball sac and stroked it lightly. “Nothing to distract.”

  An oiled finger glided along the crease of his ass. “Open. Willing. Relaxed. Much easier when they trust.” The finger dipped just inside the tight entry. “Already clean.”

  At his ear, lips pressed close and whispered, “Do you wish to come, Mr. Yates?”

  “No.”

  “Then I’ll refrain from stroking your prostate as I oil your tight little hole.” More oil a moment before her finger moved deeper. “So hot. Do you like to be fucked here?”

  “I’m not opposed to it. I’m accustomed to fingers and slim toys.” Her partner massaged the back of his thighs and her thumbs stroked over his perineum. He groaned in pleasure. “Should I expect more?”

  “You should be prepared for anything. Nothing is off the table.”

  “I understand.” Their hands moved on him and he struggled to control his breathing.

  “Do you? What if another of our guests was instructed to pound into this tight hole with his cock? Or you were instructed to initiate another guest in such a manner? Would you understand then?”

  “Would it be for the pleasure of a woman?”

  “Everything here is for the pleasure of women, Mr. Yates.”

  “I’m willing to do anything to attain that goal. Fucking a man or being fucked by one is a small concession to make for the creamy goodness of a woman’s orgasm.”

  “Jesus,” her partner murmured.

  Lifting himself to his elbows on the table, Gregory looked over his shoulder. “Are you wet?” The woman nodded. “Sit right here and let me take care of you.” He patted the table beneath his face.

  “It isn’t allowed, Mr. Yates.”

  “Hmm. That’s a shame. Are you allowed to touch yourself?” He lowered his body and turned his face to the side. “Put your knee right here beside me and finger your pussy while I watch.”

  She stepped from her sandals and pulled her stretchy pants and panties away. In her t-shirt, she lifted her knee above Gregory’s head. Her pussy was close-shaven but not fully bare.

  “That’s it. Close enough for me to smell you, to see your slickness.” His eyes flicked to hers. “Imagine your fingers are my tongue. Make yourself come.”

  Watching her fingertips move over her satiny flesh made his skin draw tight. The multiple fingers working in and out of his ass made it even harder to hold back.

  “You smell fantastic.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Musky and clean. Makes my mouth water.”

  Within a few minutes, the masseuse came with a long gasp and Gregory let a shiver rocket over his skin. “That was beautiful. I’m sorry you’re not sitting on my face. It’s a waste of your release.” To the other woman, he said, “I think my ass is ready. Can you make sure I’m spotless?”

  “We bathe you again and help you dress, Mr. Yates.”

  “Well the before care is agonizing,” he said through gritted teeth. “I hope I’m able to maintain my composure during the evening’s festivities.”

  “The majority of our guests come before they make it to their rooms. Over the course of my weekends here, no one has ever withstood our attention on the table. You’ll be fine.”

  They stripped their clothing and bent their wills to giving him a massage that left him boneless. Then they helped him stand and guided him into the bathroom.

  They cleaned him from head to toe in a way that made him feel he’d never been truly clean before. Working together, they dried him thoroughly and moisturized his skin.

  They remained naked as they worked around him.

  One styled his hair while the other helped him dress in a three-piece suit that probably cost more than three months of his mortgage.

  As they made minor adjustments, pert nipples frequently brushed against his cheek. He wanted to suck them with an unbelievable sense of desperation.

  “Are you thinking about touching us?”

  “Every goddamn second you’ve been in my room.”

  “Your will is incredible. We look forward to seeing more of you, Mr. Yates. Housekeeping will straighten your room while you’re downstairs. It was a true pleasure to serve you.”

  They bowed and walked naked into the hallway.

  Chapter Four

  Coiled tight, he stood staring through the window at the grounds as the sun sank low on the horizon.

  From behind him, a voice said, “Mr. Yates.” A beautiful woman a few years older than him smiled brightly. “I hear you’ve impressed our staff. Not an easy task.” She held out her hand. “Lorry Cavitch.”

  She had ash blonde hair swept up in an elegant style and smoky dove gray eyes. The raw silk gown she wore highlighted the fit body of a woman who didn’t obsess over every pound. He knew heels provided her several inches of additional height.

  He approached and took her hand, bowing over it to kiss her knuckles while holding her gaze. “Ms. Cavitch. The pleasure is mine. Thank you for the invitation to your domain.”

  “Dear god. You’ll cause a riot.” She blinked. “Even better than I’ve heard. Come, darling. You must be starving.”

  He didn’t release her hand. “There’s only one thing I want on the menu.” He pulled her gently toward him. “Every passing appetizer heightens my hunger.”

  “You wish me to spread my legs so you may feast?”

  “For hours if you wish it, Ms. Cavitch.”

  Her pulse raced at her throat. “I wish but I cannot.” She slipped her hand through his arm. “We’re expected downstairs.”

  “Another time, perhaps?”

  “Perhaps. If the Fates are kind to me.”

  He turned, blocking the door, so close her breasts grazed his chest with her every breath. He slid his palm along the column of her throat.

  “We control the Fates, Ms. Cavitch. Come to me if you need a reminder of your power. This weekend or another, this house or mine. I’ll show you.”

  Bending, he pressed a kiss beneath her ear, inhaling the delicate scent of her perfume. “Until then, I’ll imagine the taste of you on my tongue.”

  Straightening, he placed his hand over hers on his arm and escorted her into the hall.

  They descended to the first level with twelve similar couples walking behind them.

  At the base of the stairs, two women in tailored tuxedos guided them through the house to a formal dining room. A long table was set for formal dining, surrounded by twenty-four heavy antique chairs.

  “I’m here, darling.” Gregory handed her into the chair at the head of the table and kissed her hand. “I’d like you to sit beside me.”

  “It would be my honor to sit at your side.”

  Several of the males followed his lead while others released their partners and took seats as instructed.

  When all the women were seated, Gregory lowered into his chair. Their hostess watched him with utter stillness.

  “How do you know such formal graces?”

  He smiled. “As I’m sure you’re aware, Ms. Cavitch, my family hales from Mayflower money. We have a similar estate in Cambridge. Snobs, each and every one of them.”

  “Not you?”

  “I enjoy surfing too much to fit in properly.”

  She leaned toward him. “Does that make you one of the only men here not in search of a wealthy benefactor?”

  Holding her eyes, he said firmly, “I have my own money. More than I’ll ever spend. If cash was my motivation, I’m certain there are easier ways to attain it.” He smiled. “I’m here solely to provide pleasure. Until my lover is drunk with it. Then I’d like to paint designs on her skin with my come.”

  The woman to his immediate right gasped softly. Gregory didn’t look away from his dinner partner as murmurs spread up and down the table.

  He winked. “I think I have your attention.”

  “A touch of arrogance.”

  “It’s no fun
to tame a weak man, Ms. Cavitch.”

  “You have a point.” Clearing her throat, she stood and rang a small bell. “Welcome to the Queen’s Castle. This property was deeded to me by my great-aunt upon her death. It’s my most prized possession.”

  A young woman placed a glass of champagne in her hand. “My husband of nineteen years repeatedly pressed me to sell it to build luxury condominiums. Never was I as certain of my repeated refusal as I was the day I happened upon him with my yoga instructor, aged twenty-two.”

  “A greedy man is rarely much of a lover,” Gregory murmured quietly enough only she could hear.

  She managed to stifle her laugh. “I licked my wounds for a year before I decided to use it myself. In the 1920s, my eccentric aunt used this home as a brothel. She catered to the new money millionaires flooding California in greater numbers every year.”

  Lifting her glass, she added, “I use it for a slightly different purpose now. One I hope all of you embrace during our weekend together.”

  Glass clinked around the table and many cheerful toasts were added in their host’s honor.

  Returning to her seat, the first course was served but Gregory didn’t care about the food. Each couple had a dedicated server devoted to their needs. Tommy was theirs.

  She winked over her boss’s shoulder. “I told Lorry all about you. She was properly fascinated at your request to see my pussy.”

  Taking a long drink, he grinned. “I wasn’t certain if masks or costumes would come into play. I hoped for a way to identify you. I consider myself…lucky for the peek.”

  Their hostess told him quietly, “Six times a year, I gather couples here for the weekend. The women are some of my closest friends. The men are carefully vetted. I take my pleasure from whatever strikes my fancy then close up the house to travel.”

  Reaching out, she stroked her hand up Tommy’s inner thigh and trailed her fingers over her pussy through the fabric of her tuxedo slacks. “Tommy travels with me. She sees to my needs when we can’t find a proper toy to play with.”