The Forbidden Desires (closed to a_libertine)

Laying in her bed another night spent alone Elizabeth tried not allowing her thoughts to get to her. Life seemed to just pass her by. She had the things she wanted and needed, she had a job and a home, a car, and all of life’s necessities. There was a few things missing though. A husband or for that matter just a lover, and her sex life. Both things which seemed to be non-existent in her life. The reality of that bothered her deeply. She had no idea how to change it or for that matter where to even begin. Sitting up she looked around her room. She had tried bars and clubs, had even tried the internet a few times. All the encounters she had though seemed to be displeasing to her. No man had ever been able to push her body to an orgasm and porn was getting old. Her thoughts raced as she sat there staring at the walls she seemed to be surrounded by. Shaking her head she got up and went to check her emails. Working for one of the hottest magazine and radio stations emails seemed to always come at all hours. Either for the new restaurant, a new singer on the rise, or the new and hottest bar in town.

Pulling up her emails there was one that caught her eye. It was for a singles bar. Opening up the email she was greeted by a picture of a masquerade mask. Becoming curious as to what else laid with in the email she read on. The thought of what the club itself had to offer caused her to grow curious. All the guests at the bar being masked and the workers masked, the men of course topless and the women in corsets. The idea of it sounded amazing, of course she was unsure about how well this bar would do. Shaking her head she read on. The ending line caught her interest even if it was cliché. “Have all of your desires, your fantasies, the things you wont even admit to enjoying come true, come to be enlightened, to love, to fell, and to be pleasured.”

Getting up from her desk she shut her computer down and began pacing around her house. First getting a glass of water and then grabbing a bowl of fruit. Sitting on her couch in her silk robe she debated whether or not to go. She was sure the radio station would want her to go as well as the magazine. Shaking her head she sat there and contemplated what to do. She had always been that way, always had to think things through before acting on anything. She had never been one to just jump to a decision and go with it. Finally after about an hour of debating over what she should do she decided to go.




Set up: Exotic Night Club themed as a masquerade singles bar.

Positions you could fill: The owner, A bartender, A guest, A masked worker, A friend, her boss.... (or if you have any ideas let me know)

Basis: Elizabeth is a submissive woman who is not aware of this. Or anything to do with the kink, which is the reason she has been so displeased with her past lovers. Your character may have what ever story you would like to give to them. I would like for them to meet at one point in the bar, and are unaware who the other is as their identities are all hidden. Of course at one point I would for them to find out who the other is, maybe it stirs up a problem, maybe they choose to continue to play. I want the story to build up to the point of him introducing her to the submissive that she is, whether that be by force or how so ever you would like to do this. I am open to almost anything. If you have any further ideas please let me know. How ever it goes is fine whether they hit it off he kid naps her I am open to just about anything.

Rory had just come in from the garage where he had been working on a 1975 Monte Carlo. The engine torn apart all possible pieces soaking in solvents to ease the cleaning.

A hobby since high school, Rory loved restoring cars and selling them for whatever he could get. Some times he sold them at a loss, usually at a profit. The fact that he could recoup some if not all the expenses of a hobby that allowed him to keep his sanity was merely a bonus. If he lost money on each car he restored, that would be okay. The emotional benefit was worth the price.

His day time job paid plenty, a contract attorney for a local bank, he wouldn't get rich he knew, but he would never be poor either. Not a sexy job, but very much like a car engine, a controlled environment, where logic always won the day.

The phone rang as he was stripping, looking at the caller ID he answered, "Hey."

"What's up boss?" It was his brother's voice, a soft tenor well modulated.

"Leave Mom out of this, Rick," Rory said evenly.

"Hey, I wanted to invite you to the club opening on Friday."

"Pass, thanks though" Rory said.

His voice turning somewhat plaintive, Rick asked, "Why not? If you dress the part none of your of stodgy friends at the bank will even know you are there."

"Not my scene and you know it." Rory said.

"Well, if you change your mind the door man will know to let you in. Masquerade mask and suit."

Rory could almost hear the disappointment as Rick rang off. Sighing he showered and went to bed, pondering whether or not he should go to his little brother's new nightclub or not.

Elizabeth sat and watched the clock tick slowly by. She could not wait to get out of the stations office and get home and just relax. Almost just as soon the thought seemed to pass her mind her eye caught site of her boss Rick. Smiling she spun around in her chair so she would be facing him.

"Hello Rick, how can I help you today?"

She said to him with a soft smile. They got along, but she knew Rick all to well. He had been with almost half of the city and the other half well they were throwing themselves at him or they were men. Rick smiled one of his I have an idea smiles as he looked at her, his eyes surveying her body.

"Ah Liz dear.... you know you are one of my favorites....and one of the best we have. Also one of the only singles here. So you see I need you to go to the new club. Forbidden Fruit. After work I will give you one of the stations credit cards and you can go get what ever you need no matter the cost. I do expect you to be there though. Tonight."

Liz sat there hearing his words her jaw about hit the floor. It wasn't like she had chosen to remain single, it was well she just didn't have the time and in all honesty she wasn't in the mood to have a man around. Before letting her thoughts take her to far from the present she stood up. Smiling at him she nodded her head.

"Alright boss. I will be there, however since it is already almost five I am going to need to head out a bit early so I can get ready for tonight."

Rick smiled nodding his head and handing her the credit card. His eyes did another sweep of her body as he mumbled a few things to himself. That she was sure had she heard could be considered sexual harassment. Taking the card and grabbing her purse she headed out. She had no idea where to get a masquerade mask or for that matter what to wear. Calling a few of her friends to meet her down town she left the office.

A meeting here.

A meeting there.

The doldrums of the day carried on as they always seem to do. He wasn't sure which pulled more at his brain, the parts of the 75's 350 engine, or his brother's club opening.

By the end of the day, Rory had decided to go to the club. But where did one go to get a masquerade mask on short notice? Almost as quickly as Rory became aware that a mask could be an issue, he received an email from the para legal, Helen, that a package had been delivered to his desk.

An hour later Rory opened the medium sized box and saw inside a plain black masquerade mask with very little in way of decoration. Leaning back in his chair he laughed and sent a text to his brother, "See u 2night."

Liz stood there in the mirror. After hours of shopping and getting prepared she was finally all ready. Looking herself in the eyes the mask hid herself from her. Her eyes scanned down to the necklace. Pausing she stared at it. It was beautiful. Looking at the dress, well the only dress that her and her friends could agree on she just sighed. Finally there was the shoes and of course the purse. Some shoes she thought to herself. She felt ridiculous, and was seriously questioning why she trusted them to begin with.

Shaking the thoughts, her loosely spiral curled hair bounced a little. Ignoring that she headed for the club. Her boss having sent her a driver she got into the back seat of the gorgeous car and headed off.

Rory manged to make it home box with mask tucked under one arm. His mind firmly entrenched in the though of getting ready to go out when he made the first mistake.

He entered the house via the garage which was filled with the white shell of the '75 Monte Carlo, and the pieces of engine in solvents in bins all around the perimeter.

Wistfully he eyed the first bin which held the 'O' rings of the number 1 cylinder and almost dove in, Grand Opening be damned.

As he reached the work bench, his cell phone vibrated and in annoyance picked it up. "Don't do it bro," Rick's voice said.

"What?" Rory's amusement held in check by the annoyance that his brother knew what he was about to do."

"What ever that part of an engine you are about to touch, don't. The smell would take hours to get off your skin, and your ticket for tonight has already been purchased."

Sighing heavily, "You are worse than a wife."

Rick chuckled, and said, "No matter how much you bitch about it, I am not going to let you between my legs."

Rory snorted, "Precisely" and hung up on his brother.

Striding purposefully he left the garage and prepared himself for the night, a fresh shave, his black tuxedo, patent leather shoes, and mask. Barely glimpsing at himself as he left the house, Rory called a restaurant not far from the club to see if he could get in for dinner. In that it was one of his and Rick's favorites, it wasn't hard convincing them to get him in for a meal for one.

Liz sat in the back of the car and she thought her stomach was literally doing flips. She felt like such a fool in what she had on. This was not how she typically dressed. She had never felt the need to show off her body. Granted she liked her body but she was just more comfortable covered then not.

The drive failed to help her nerves at all. Arriving at the bar she looked around. A line was already forming. The driver walked over to her door letting her out right in front of the doors. Then he walked her up to was must have been the door man. They had exchanged a few words and next thing she new she was walking through the doors.

The bar was amazing she would give it that. She knew she was here for business, but her job wasn't to strict on much. Walking over to the bar she ordered herself a crown and coke to start. Taking a seat she waited for her drink setting the money on the bar already. As her drink was given to her she took it right away taking a drink from the glass. It was probably not the most lady like thing to do, but her stomach was doing flips now and all she wanted to do was to leave.

Rory ate dinner alone, the meal having been ready for him on arrival. He looked at the plate of food with a bemused look thinking to himself that perhaps he should try new things every now and again.

Unbidden, his brother's voice said, "Like a new woman" in Rory's mind.

It had indeed been a while since his last relationship, while not mourning it, it its loss, Rory was in no hurry to replace Lisa. There were aspects of the relationship with Lisa that he had enjoyed, and aspects that boggled his mind, still.

Like his reaction the first time he spanked her in bed, or for that matter his reaction whenever he thought of that night. It had opened something in him that Rory had not anticipated, and still didn't know how to deal with entirely.

His body moved in auto pilot as he ate, his mind running freely, not concerned at all with the here and now, but with what he saw and felt in his mind and heart.

Not much later he walked into the club which Rick had named Forbidden Fruit. An amusing name, Rory thought, and wondered just how paphian Rick intended it to be. The main floor area was dark, as expected smallish dance floor with several nooks and crannies in which one could huddle up for an assignation, or at least the beginnings of one.

He had to admit to himself that Rick had designed the place nicely, at least from a male point of view. The waitresses ran the gamut from statuesque to petite, pale to darker than coal; each one of them a beauty.

Rory was passing the bar when he had the oddest thought. The woman at the bar, in a most un-lady like manner quaffing her drink, seemed to be hiding, no huddling in on herself. She was huddling.

He paused to look at her, raven like ringlets of hair cascaded across her thin shoulders. Her skin looked soft and smooth and was pale, as though she never saw the light of day, perhaps a vampire like some of the people that work in call centers.

With out thinking of the possible consequences Rory reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. Soft, well cared for, even through the tackiness of the hair spray that helped it hold the ringlets so perfectly.

"Wha-!" escaped her throat, a musical sound, or nearly, as she spun around to confront her 'attacker.'

His eyes registered her body before locking with her eyes. Ceylon blue, like a sapphire, as rich and far more vibrant stared back at him, a dangerous fire flashing in them. Her body was that of a woman.

Full and soft, round gentle curves defined her. Absent was the angular physique of a girl. Before him sat a stunning beauty. It bespoke of fragility and strength, meekness and wantonness. In that moment Rory would not choose if forced to between staring at this creature, or having sex with her. Though he thought the stare option would win out.

His breath caught a moment, his thumb still gently rubbing the strands of her hair against the pads of his fore and middle fingers. "My name is Rory, sorry, but I really don't have an explanation for this," he said as he glanced at his fingers and then back to her eyes.

Liz sat there staring at him. He was gorgeous, his dark almost black hair, his emerald green eyes. Her eyes continued to take him in. She was in shock, he had a larger build but she was just about positive that it was all muscle. Her mind seemed to go off on its own as she looked at him. Finally after a few moments she looked back up into his eyes.

Swallowing hard she looked at him. Tilting her head gently to the side she took a deep breath before she spoke.

"Do you always just walk up to random women and touch them as if they are yours."

In her head she sounded strong when she had thought about what to say. But when the words had come out of her mouth they were gentle and softly spoken. Swallowing again the butterflies set in her stomach.

Part of her wanted to get up and walk away, to just leave. But that was not an option and with the outfit that she was in she was just about positive she could not hide away from him. Of course she didn't really want to hide, he was to good to look at, and she enjoyed it a bit to much.

Sitting there she bit her lip.

"Well Rory it's nice to meet you... My name... is Liz."

She said to him. Again softer then what she had met it to be. Her thoughts were running wild and her breathing was getting quicker. She was nervous. Her chest falling up and down with every breath she took as she sat there. He was making her nervous and she didn't even know this man....

Something about her manner was seductive, appealing on a level he had never felt before. She breathed out "Do you always just walk up to random women and touch them as if they are yours." and his pulse quickened.

The only answer he had happened to be the truth, "Only you."

Her chest was rising and falling faster and faster, each breath more shallow than the last. Rory wondered for a moment if she was going to have an orgasm or hyperventilate first. In either case he wanted to see the show.

It was in that instant he decided to up the stakes slightly. Pulling ever so slightly on her hair, Liz's face turned just a little upward and Rory leaned forward, his lips grazed against her cheek then ear lobe as he whispered, "Let's go find a place more comfortable, and less exposed for us to talk."

Rory didn't pause a moment as he stepped back and offered Liz his hand.

Taking his hand she stood up and smiled softly. She would give him the chance to talk to her. That is as far as this would go though she told herself as they began walking. Looking over to him she bit her lip.

"So what brings you here?"

She asked him avoiding the question she had wanted to ask him. Of course asking the thing she wanted to know she knew how it would make her look and in all honesty she did not want that so she kept her thoughts to herself. Waiting for him to reply to her, her thoughts ran wild.

The alcohol had little to no affect on her except maybe helping her to calm down a bit. She felt like people were staring at her and knew who she was and it drove her nuts. She never liked attention and in all honesty did not want any attention.
Of course her boss seemed to have other plans for her life. Always sending her out to new bars, new restaurants. Almost making her take some of the spot light.

Rory could tell she was some what self conscious as they walked across the bar toward a pit section towards the back of the main floor of the bar. "I could hardly pass on an invitation to the grand opening of the hottest new bar in town, now could I?" he asked easily.

They sat on the burgundy velveteen cushions that swallowed them up, pressing her leg against his. A waitress swung by and took their order, Amstel Light for him and another crown and coke for her.

"What about you? What brings you here?" Rory asked.

His eyes never strayed from her, drinking her in like a tonic. Her fruity perfume coyly wafting to his nose with each of her little movements.

"More importantly, why are you here alone?"

Liz

Smiling softly she looked at him.

"Well I am here because honestly...my boss gave me no other choice. I am sure he is getting a good laugh about this... He seems to enjoy putting me ...Sorry I am rambling.."

Liz stopped herself in mid sentence. She tended to do that when she got nervous. He was nice eye candy and she tried her best not to stare. She didn't know why she cared so much what other people thought about her. At the end of the night no one would know who she was or where she had come from.

Of course then came the issue that Liz was not the best liar ever. She tended to tell the trust whole heartedly, regardless if people would like it or not. Of course that was why she got her job for the lack of a filter between her head and her mouth. Sitting there she swallowed hard. As the waitress bought their drinks over she smiled softly taking hers as he took his.

This time she sipped it. She had, had her drinks to calm herself. Now it was time to at least act like a lady.

She was babbling almost incoherently, but she was damned cute as she did so. Her hand seemed to shake slightly as she picked up the glass and seemed to force herself into sipping the liquids in the glass.

Rory took advantage of the moment to look her body over, which was exquisite. He leaned against her, a smile on his voice as he asked, "But why are you alone?"

Liz

Liz pulled her head back as she looked at him. He was nice but he was getting to that point where he had crossed the line of strangers to friends, and he surely was not a friend. At least not yet. Looking at him she shrugged.

"I am here for work...or as Rick likes to put it... broaden my horizons.."

Shaking her head she leaned against the arm of the seat looking sideways at him..

"And why are you alone."

She said in a I'm trying to be cute tone of voice as she sat there sipping her drink some more.

"I am alone because between work and my hobby's I haven't felt the over whelming need to have some on in my life lately." Rory said. A brief flash crossed his eyes.

He noticed that Liz tensed up as he leaned into her, forcing her to lean away; which was exactly what he didn't want. That realization gave Rory pause. It had been a long time since he wanted someone around. He wasn't sure why he wanted Liz around, but he did.

Backing off a little, but not terribly much, he asked, "Okay, what do you do? Why would your job send you to a night club? Or are you the prettiest health inspector in South Carolina?"

Liz

Looking at him Liz laughed softly.

"Well I work for one of the hottest magazine and radio stations around town. The owner thought by having both instead of just one that the business itself would boom. At first when I got the job I thought he was just a over achiever but working with him for five years now I have learned that he was right."

She said to him before taking another sip from her drink then looking back to him she shrugged and smiled simply.

"So here I am to see what this place is all about. I will have to write column for the magazine, and then if I think this place is worth it I will come back to this club as the radio host and do a live show. One for publicity and two because people are always looking for the next best place to go to meet singles."

Liz sat there her thoughts rolling. Smiling softly she leaned back in the seat crossing her legs. The dress rising slowly as she adjusted herself. Looking at him she thought for a few minutes.

"If you are to busy to have time to have anyone in your life why would you come to a singles bar?"

The way her dress clung to her body as she shifted her position, making herself more comfortable made his throat go dry, as his cock substantially hardened. Rory rotated slightly toward her, his cock hiding behind his thigh as he settled into the new position.

Rory snorted out a short laugh and joked, "To paraphrase a former Governor of Louisiana, someone has pictures of me with 'live boys and dead girls', and threatened to show them to mother if I didn't come."

Rory looked out over the growing crowd and saw that nearly all of the little booths like the one they were in had filled up. The shadows were such that it was impossible to tell who was in any given booth; only the vaguest shadows flitting around revealed that anyone was in them.

"I am keeping you from your work then?" He asked.

Liz

Liz shook her head looking at him. A gentle smile gracing her lips.

"No as my boss says, in order to report the story you have to live it. So I have to be here and enjoy myself.... he also claims that one day he is going to broaden my horizons, what ever the hell that means."

She said smiling. Her body seemed to naturally lean into his as they sat there. She honestly did not know why she was becoming comfortable with him. She barely knew him, but something about him made her feel....safe.

Rory noticed, hard not too really, when Liz settled in a little closer to him. Her leg pressed against his leg, the heat of her skin threatening to catch the wool do of his slacks on fire. He placed his left hand on top of his thigh, letting his pinky and ring finger rest on the smooth soft skin of her thigh.

His heart raced slightly as he wondered if she would notice, and if she did notice if she would have him move his hand. "Well, then we should figure out a way to immerse you into the experience then."

Liz

Liz sat there, hearing his words made her chuckle softly.

"Believe me, sitting here this close to you, who I don't know, is more then enough."

She said to him simply. She didn't move his hand. Her leg began to rock back and fourth nervously as she sat there. Licking her lips she looked around. It was getting busy, no one was paying any attention other then to the people they were surrounded by. She liked that, it made her feel more comfortable. Her hand gently brushed up against his as she set her drink down on the table in front of them.

She could feel the head radiating from his hand, she could feel herself warming up to him. God she was attracted to him, and she couldn't even see his face. This was pure madness. But maybe that was the point.

The rhythm of her leg opening and closing, brushing along his fingers lured him into a state of arousal that was beginning to become hard to hide from her. The table and relative darkness obscured his arousal from the people passing by.

Her scent was filling his nose, clouding his thinking reducing him ever so slowly to a primal state of maleness. The underlying need to have her was percolating through him.

Slowly he wrapped his hand around her thigh, palm pressing on the top, fingers splaying out on her inner thigh. He gave it a soft squeeze, his breath catching in his chest as he did so.

From the pit to their right, the muffled sounds of kissing and moaning reverberated through the cushions, an introduction to passion more felt than heard.

Liz

Sitting there she could feel his hand, she could feel every single movement he made in her body. She became acutely aware of him. Licking her lips her eyes danced over his body. Her gaze shrouded with desire and lust. The scents in the room were driving her mad as she sat there. Everything about this place screamed lust and eroticism.

Looking up into his eyes she bit her bottom lip softly, as he squeezed her thigh. It sent jolts of heat to her core. Her body wanted him, hell she wanted him. Pushing herself closer to him, she set her hand on top of his and softly pushed him further. She didn't know what had taken over her.

The room was filled with desire and he was becoming her aphrodisiac. Looking at him her eyes shaded she licked her lips again as her breathing became ragged. Her chest falling and rising with every single breath she took. Then from the corner of her eye she saw it. Her boss was here and he was watching her.

The thought of being watched pushed her even further then she could ever had imagined before. Taking her fingers she trailed them up his hand up his arm. Softly around them back of his neck where she played softly with the ends of his hair as she sat there looking at him. .

The music pumping in the background of them, sending out the vibrations of desire into the room. She sat there becoming lost, lost in this place, lost in him, and lost in need.

Rory lost himself in the feel of her hand trailing up his arm and around the back of his neck. She was playing with the hair on the back of his neck, her breast pressed against his arm. He turned to her and saw that she was looking out over the dance floor and then back to him.

Rory turned toward her, his right hand reaching across her body and clung to her hip squeezing it as his lips lowered to hers. He brushed her lips with his, then his tongue flicked out, teasing her mouth open slightly.

A second flick and she opened slightly, his need coursing through his body as he flitted his tongue into her mouth, across her teeth. A moan pulsed through their bodies, his or hers he didn't know as he pressed her back into the velveteen cushion, his mouth clamping over hers.

His hands moved of their own accord, one into her hair, holding her in place as he ravished her mouth, the other sliding up her side until it stopped just below her heaving breast.

Liz

Feeling his lips on hers, his hands caressing her body she got lost in him and lost in her desires for him. Her eyes closed as her hand around his neck pressed him closer to her. Her other hand trailing up his arm and over his shoulder pulling him into her.

The taste of him was exquisite. Her tongue teased his as they kissed, her body instantly heating up to his. She wanted him, here and now. She didn't know where any of this was coming from. Her fingers entwined into his hair as she bit his bottom lip gently. Opening her eyes to look at him with nothing but desire burning in their depths.