Dollhouse

T H R E E

G E N E S I S

The day comes and goes. Nighttime falls. I prepare for the encounter I’ll most definitely love. Matthew meets me at the bar once I’m inside The Manor. This place used to be a bank. The building was enlarged to transform into a nightclub. The back - the safe - was only enlarged to make room for The Manor. Honestly, I think it was well thought out. My father could never. Or perhaps he could.

"You say you want a job at the Manor? Show me what you can do," Matthew says. "Ander!"

A man working the bar walks closer. He stops beside Matthew.

"Take the stage with Genesis," Matthew demands. "She's got an audition to get done."

Ander smiles wickedly at me. "Yes, sir."

Ander offers me his hand. I look at him then at Matthew. Matthew nods his approval. I take Ander’s hand. He leads me up to the stage. In front of everyone. He places what looks like a masquerade mask over my eyes. We walk to the center stage together, hand-in-hand.

"Kneel, beautiful," Ander says. I kneel before him. He walks around me.

“Such a pretty girl,” Ander announces behind me.

His hand creeps against my skin. He proceeds to wrap it around my neck. Softly, he lifts my face so I’m looking at him. He smiles down at me. I smile back. I see the dark twinkle in his eyes. I’m not going to lie, this is turning me on. It’s not only Ander turning me on with what he’s doing to me but the man I want to please. My skin sizzles from the feel of his stare.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” Ander says.

I turn to face him, staying on my knees. My covered breasts run against his thighs. I'm wearing a cropped-top so short it only covers my breast, a short skirt I feel rising up my aşs, and leather thigh-high heeled boots. I feel rather exposed to the crowded room, but I’m almost used to it. The mask I’m wearing conceals half of my face to the crowd. I'm glad they wanted to conceal my identity. After all, I am somewhat of a socialite.

Ander unbuttons his denim jeans before me. I place my hands on his thighs for support. He takes his length out of his shirts. He grips it between his palm. He then jerks his hand up and down along his shaft. A bead of cūm appears on the crown. I lick my lips in anticipation. Ander brings the crown towards my mouth. I open wide enough for his length to slide in. I proceed to give him a blöwjob. He moans his orgasm. I swallow as much cűm as I can. I feel the wetness between my legs increase.

“Good girl,” Ander praises me. He gives a long kiss, as a reward.

He fixes himself back into his jeans. He helps me up to my feet and off the stage. I can still feel Matthew’s wandering gaze on me. When I look back at the stage when I reach the bar, he’s no longer seated there. I look around, searching.

“Genesis?” I hear someone say my name. I look for the source, I see Thomas, one of the employees, wearing his own mask.

“Yes, Tommy?” I bat my eyes and smile, sweetly.

Tom smirks seeing right through my charade. “You’ve been requested in room four.”

I grin. “Thank you, Thomas.”

Thomas nods. He leaves making a beeline towards the handsome man who just walked by. He’s a sucker for those. Pun intended. Thomas likes to make a show. He doesn’t care whether it’s female or male. He sees something he likes, and he makes a move. Everyone welcomes him with open arms.

Smiling, I strut down the hallway to room four. My all-time favorite room. Some rooms have large windows facing the hallway. They can’t see out from the room but, anyone walking by can see it all. I stop for a second to watch. There’s a dancer giving a very intimate lap dance. By lap dance, I mean the lap dance: d**k in p***y. I imagine doing that with Matthew. It’d be a rush to know someone was watching. I push away to continue towards my destination.

~  ♡ ~

I enter the room. It’s lit in red. Closing the door behind me, I see Matthew sitting on the couch. He watches me as I walk towards him. Standing before him, I move so that I’m straddling his lap. I can look at his handsome face better. I inch my face closer towards him until my lips feathery touch his. 

“Genesis,” he whispers. “You did well up there.”

His approval does wonderful things to me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. My pűssy grows wet. I start moving against his leg, creating much-needed friction. I moan my pleasure.

“Please,” I touch his face. I inch closer. “Please.”

“I know...” Matthew mumbles against my lips.

I gasp at the feeling I’m getting on my c******s.

“Please,” I beg again.

Matthew gives in. He kisses me back with the same amount of passion that I’m kissing him with. I continue to roll my hips. I moan in his mouth. He eats it up and releases a moan of his own. As if this movement couldn’t get better, Matthew moves his hands around my back. He unlatches my bra.

“Off,” he demands.

I move to let the bra fall to the floor beside us. Matthew takes a grip of my brunette hair. He pulls me back to his mouth. The slight pain from his grip makes me gasp. He takes that moment to move his tongue into my mouth. On cue, my own tongue starts moving against his.

“Up,” Matthew demands after a while. “Bed.”

He leads me towards the bed. He pushes me into it. I let myself fall onto the sheets. He removes my heels and stockings, leaving my garter belt and my underwear on. He stops above my breasts before taking one into his mouth. I hiss at the sensations. His tongue plays with my beaded n****e. When he’s satisfied with the attention he’s given it, he moves along to the other. He gives it the same attention. Matthew continues his trail of kisses down my left leg. I’m drowning in ecstasy, too busy to notice when he removes my panties. I’m brought back to reality when I feel his tongue wipe against my clítoris.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my back arching up.

He moans. The vibrations send waves through my core. He sucks on my clìt. I grow wetter with need. I don’t remember how many times I’ve dreamt about this moment with him. Reality surpasses my imagination. I yell out my orgasm. My hips lift off the bed as my walls contract. Matthew continues to lap at my clît as he presses my lips down to the bed.

Matthew comes up. He kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips. I’m unfazed by how intimate this moment is. I wrap my legs around his waist as we kiss. At this pace, I’ll never come down from my high. Matthew removes himself from me. My legs fall to the mattress, open for viewing. I see the shadow of arousal pass his eyes as he looks at me.

“I’ll expect you early tomorrow for work,” he says.

With that, he walks out of the room. It leaves me frowning in confusion. He got me to orgasm but nothing for him. That’s not how this works. This is not how I imagined it would end.

~ ♡ ~

Arriving home, I don’t bother to check up on anyone. I’m exhausted. Annoyed. I stare unfocused at the wall in front of me as I bathe. Matthew’s actions tonight after our s****l encounter left me twisted in confusion. I didn’t know what to make of it. I could’ve sworn he’d want intercourse. That wasn’t the case. He left me naked and unmasked in that room. Vulnerable to the vultures. 

I close my eyes. All I can imagine is what he did to me. Subconsciously, my hand moves down to my s*x. I play with the bud of my clït. I press and circle my fingers around building pressure. Paying with myself was something I’ve done countless times since I was fourteen. It all started after meeting Matthew for the first time. He was my s****l awakening. I’ve imagined countless scenarios. Tonight beats them all.

I feel the familiar build-up. My hand moves faster. Oh yes. I silently orgasm in the bathtub. I get out of the tub. I dry and change for bed. I move my bed slightly, careful to not make noise to alert my father. I take the blade I keep in my nightstand drawer. I carve M + G on the wall enclosed in a heart. I smile. I fix my bed back in place and put away the blade. I climb into bed. Sleep comes easy.

~ ♡ ~

The sound of my alarm wakes me. It feels like I’ve only slept for a few hours but I feel rested enough. I look at the time. Crap. I’m going to be late if I don’t get a move-on. It’s my first day working with Matthew on the spread for the magazine. I want to make a good impression, better than in bed.

Dressed in a soft pink dress, I enter the Monarch Magazine building. It’s right beside the Monarch Nightclub and Manor building. The dress I wear refines my curves. It has a smart turtle-neck and sheer sleeves. My wavy hair is parted onto the side, Bobby-pins hold one side back. I greet the receptionist who - as always - gives me her fake smile. Just as I arrive at Matthew’s door, a woman opens it. She smiles at me. Her hair is pinned back in a half-do with two parts out in front of her face. She’s dressed in a gold sheen dress with a v-neck that shows just enough cleavage.

“Excuse me,” she says.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I reply. “Who are you?”

“Rayna. Matthew’s girlfriend,” she replies. “Who are you?”

Girlfriend? I’ll come back to that thought. I answer her.

“Genesis. My father, Adrian, is Matthew’s business associate for the makeup and fashion spread.” I don't know why I gave her all that information. I think I’m trying to show her there’s nothing between Matthew and me. Just a business relationship, even if there is more.

“Oh, right. Genesis Ferreira. Matthew told me who’d be helping with the spread in person now.”

“Yes, that’s correct,” I confirm.

“Nice to meet you. I’ve always loved the spread,” Rayna is cheerful.

“Pleasure is all mine,” I reply.

I see Matthew coming closer to us from the opposite side. He wasn’t in his office as I thought he had been. It would’ve saved me the time I just shared with Rayna Perez. I didn’t know they were still together. I didn’t see anything on Matthew’s personal i********: page.

Rayna smiles at him. “I’ll leave you both to it.”

“Thank you,” Matthew replies.

“Bye, baby,” she kisses his cheek.

I turn away, trying to hide my jealousy. I take the chance to enter his office. I leave them alone outside. Then I hear the door close. Footsteps behind me. His hands land on my shoulders. I move away. I’m confused - conflicted, even.

“Shall we begin?” I ask.

“Genesis-,” he starts.

“No. I don’t want to hear it. You have a girlfriend. I should have known better,” I snap at him. “You should have known better. In fact, last night did not happen.”

“I’d like to work on the spread, please,” I say, calmly.

“Okay,” is all he says before he leads me to the conference table. I pay attention to what he has to say about the spread. I give him my own ideas - all while thinking about Rayna. How did I not notice her in the photos? In his social media? I should have remembered her from all the events I’ve attended with him present. Had he taken her? Or was she a new girlfriend?

One thing I know for sure is that I’m screwed.