A love forsaken

Behind the Mask

What the hell is this place?" Blake wondered out loud.

"It's where your next beautiful adventure begins, Blake. Congratulations." Miranda replied cheerfully. She stood in front of the DJ, wearing a short plaid skirt and a white sleeveless shirt that revealed a little cleavage.

If he wanted to be plain, it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen a woman wear. From her mild beauty to her fierce eyes, Miranda sure knew how to capture a man's soul.

She stood on the stage which was propped by layers and layers of wood, fiercely swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music, not minding the crowd around her.

Blake had a hard time tearing his eyes off her. He looked around the room for the first time since he got there. There were several other people in the large living room. Some were dancing, while some were lost in endless chatter with the people they stood with.

He could not tell what half of their faces looked like because they were masked up. The ones he could see were people he did not recognize. He did not expect to recognize them either. He suspected they lived on this other side of town, and he never had reason to come here. Well, except now.

"Hey guys," Miranda said and gestured for the DJ to stop the music.

She hit the mic three times and began. "So," she searched through the crowd for someone and stopped when her eyes landed on this dark-skinned lady.

"We have a first timer in our midst, and he really needs a MC welcome." The people in the audience gave loud shouts and Miranda was pleased. She hadn't made a mistake when she chose to invite this one, she thought to herself.

Blake noticed that they didn't give him their full attention, but many of them stole glances as they could. What was the point? He thought. Maybe it was a ritual, he could not tell. One lady did not fail to size him up like a piece of meat though. She winked and blew kisses at him from an angle no one could see. But Blake knew Miranda had seen her, from the glares she shot her way.

"I was thinking I would give him the welcome myself, but he has had enough of me for a day. Don't you think it'd be best that he has it from Jessica?" She shouted into the mic.

Her audience screamed in agreement.

"Why has he had enough of you already?" Someone asked. It was the young lady who gave him a thorough eye f**k earlier. She gave Miranda a dirty look and turned to look at him again. She snarled at him and flashed a decent amount of her chest flesh. She was busty, Blake could see. He used to have a thing for busty women in times past, but they never had a thing for him. It was what rearranged his mentality and made him pursue other things in a woman. I tell you, Blake was that kind of messed up guy.

He hurriedly took his eyes of her and faced Miranda once again.

"What's going on?" He asked.

Laughter arose from the rest of the audience. Except Jessica and lady busty who stood with her hands at akimbo, watching Miranda with disgust.

"What do you mean by that, honey?" Miranda asked. She gave him her most innocent smile.

"I promise there's nothing to worry about," she said.

"That's only if you let me handle him, Miranda. Come on, it's been long." The busty lady added.

Miranda ignored him and studied the faces of all that were in the hall. "You know how this goes," she began.

"Why can't it be you?" Jessica spoke for the first time.

"Excuse me?" Miranda stared at her confused.

"Yes," Jessica added. "Why me and not you?" She asked again.

Miranda shrugged. "You're the best one for the job honey," she told her. "Trust me."

Jessica shook her head fiercely. "You began this club, bringing men and women of all class and status down here. We don't even know who most of the people we interact with are. How do you expect us to trust you?" She yelled.

"I don't know about the rest of you," she paused to see if she was being listened to. "I am sick and tired of having to be at your beck and call. China wants the floor. Can't you give it to her?" Members of the audience murmured between themselves at her last question.

Blake was lost. He had no idea why he was here and to add to it, he was being fought over by a lady who did not want him and one who did. What crazier thing have you heard happening? The thought to himself.

"I don't think I like it here," he stated.

Miranda's face fell. That was not the first impression she wanted to give Blake on his first time at her club. "No, no, no," she begged. "Can you stay a little longer?" She asked.

Blake looked at her in amazement. She could be mad or high on steroids, that's what he thought. Without an apology she really expected him to stay? That was it and he wasn't taking it anymore.

His head fell and he began to think carefully about his decision to leave. Maybe there could be something more in here for him that she had not shown him yet. Maybe that was the reason he was brought here. Nothing was certain. It was just a repetition of perhaps and maybe.

Blake heard gasps from all around him, and before he could lift his head, he felt a hand around his crotch. Firm breasts rested on his chest from behind, while another hand held his arm.

The hand glided up and down and he did not know how to stop it. It was not like he wanted it to stop. But it was wrong. It was all shades of wrong.

He could tell the breasts did not belong to China who wanted him, but he could not place exactly who they belonged to.

He turned to have a quick look at who it was, but before he could turn a complete forty-five degrees, the hand moved from his arm to his neck to keep his head in place.

"Be still," the voice whispered.

She skillfully unzipped his pants and slid her hands into it from the zip area.

Blake could feel his member swell up and he could not help but let out a moan. He forgot about the audience that stood watching and lost himself in the temporary bliss he received from the work of skilled hands.

"Ugh," he groaned.

She increased the pace of her pump, making him groan even louder. Shamelessly, Blake's finger found its way into her mouth. He inserted his index finger and she sucked on it accordingly.

The pleasure he was deriving from this was greater than everything he had ever experienced. She paused for a minute to totally unbutton his pants, and without thinking, he let her do it. Still from behind him.

They fell to the floor with a loud clang caused by the hook of his belt.

"I want to see your face," Blake groaned.

"You don't have to," she replied.

Miranda. It was her.

His eyes flew open at the discovery.

His body grew stiff and he didn't know how else to react.

She continued to touch his member, who had involuntarily fallen down. She tried her best to get him up again, but there was no change even after five minutes.

"What's wrong?" She whispered into his ear.

She could already hear giggles coming from those who watched.

"Is that why she never does this?" One of the voices asked.

"I knew she was pretty bad at this. I always told Tracie she had a bad hand game and even worse? A terrible head game. I heard Lucas complain the other day..." The other voice began to tell her friend.

Although they stood pretty close to her, Miranda tried to shut out the conversation. She paid attention to the job at hand, hoping to get a rise out of it.

"What's with her?" Another one began not so far from her either.

Blake began to shake his head. He was not ignorant of what was being said about her so he decided he was going to help her in any way he could.

"I want to see your face," he bent his head backwards as though he was enjoying it and whispered loud enough for her alone to hear. "It'll help it if I see your face," he told her.

Without asking anymore questions, she turned to his front. She looked down at him, dangling in front of her and thought she had never seen anything so big. He had swollen between the time she let him go and turned to face him.

"That easy?" She asked unbelievably. She brought herself closer to him and he wrapped his arms around her.

Blake sighed "Yes, it's that easy," he replied.

She looked into his eyes and began stroking him again. A burning desire to take her there and then came over him. It was just as fierce as the color of her eyes. He noticed that with every stroke, her eyes became a shade darker. She was doing it. He was standing again. The only thing he waited for now was a release, and he didn't want to do it anywhere or anyhow. He wanted to do it inside her.

"Can I do something for you?" Blake asked, his voice not so steady.

"Something like what?" Miranda asked. She knew exactly what he meant, but it was not the time or place. Why did it have to be here? She asked herself. She could have picked out some exotic resort for them to spend their evening and not her crib here. She could have ridden him to oblivion, just as she yearned to.

"You know," Blake started and paused to catch his breath. "You know what I mean," he said. He could feel it build up and it drove her crazy because she could feel it too. "It doesn't have to be here," Blake whispered into her mouth.

Miranda felt chills run down her spine, but she had to ignore it before she let herself lose in front of her eager audience. "I'll keep that in mind for next time," she told him.

"There won't be a next time and you know it," Blake replied, his rapid breath almost restricting the flow of words. He was close. Too close to turn back now. He shut his eyes and waited to explode.

It was just a few seconds away. With one last stroke, he groaned and Miranda fell to her knees. She positioned her mouth and took in the load when it came.

"Miranda!" He yelled and the door burst open. He hurriedly sat up and tried to wipe the beads of sweat from his head

Miranda, his fiancée, stood before him, already dressed to go to work. She was the exact opposite of the one he saw in his dream and it made him wonder what he was doing. There was nothing to salvage from this relationship. It was gone. All gone.