The Lair - Reprisal

Honey_B

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The Lair is a club steeped in legend and mystery. If you have a desire to take a walk on the wild side, come in at your own risk. Upon entering, one is quite taken by the dark beauty of the place. Its walls are swathed with black silk. Candles set in iron candelabras provide light. Low settees in velvet the color of fresh blood provide seating for those wishing to stop and converse before they go below. The wrought-iron spiral staircase near the back leads down to the dungeons. What happens there? Only those who have taken a trip through their darkest fantasies can tell.

The mind-numbing effects of boredom clawed at my consciousness and I felt unsettled. The need to go out on the prowl was strong once again. I spread my legs, causing my black skirt to rise higher on my creamy thighs. My scent thickened the air around the chair where I sat. The night was beckoning and I slipped my fingers between my legs, teasing them into the moist folds, exciting myself for the chase.

It has been some time since I visited The Lair. The club was infamous even amongst the most jaded. One couldn't even walk through its ebony doors without knowing one of its owners intimately and I was always a welcome guest. I abruptly stood up. Time to get ready. I was hungry for fresh meat.
 
Xavier sat at the counter in the Lair where the bar was located, he was dressed in all black. Xavier has built himself quite a reputation as one of the most successful men in the city, there are those who draw near him who want what he has, wealth, power and the ability to lure women to his own sexual paradise where he would introduce them to a world where pleasure was eternal. The wealthy man looked around at the club and noticed the same people that always came in, every day and night he would see the same people enter the club. It was time that he introduce himself to someone fresh, but the question is who would he introduce himself to if he already had that woman. His sexual cravings were growing again, his thirst for pleasure crept into his body and he knew that he had to have a woman, now he wanted to please a woman like she had never been pleased before. Xavier took a sip from the liquor that was given to him by the bartender, the wealthy man was so used to the dark atmosphere of this place, it seemed like a paradise for him to meet the special woman that he would lead into a sexual world that she never knew existed.
 
Monica sat at a table getting a bit inpatient. She looked at her watch wondering where George could be. She never should have agreed to me him at this place. The atmosphere made her uncomfortable. She looked around and shivered a bit, their air conditioning was on high and she hadn't dressed in her usual conservative clothing. George had told her she should dress a bit sexy as it was kind of a night club of sorts. He practically nagged her into this kind of dress. He even begged her to wear red. So here she sat in a low cut dress, no sleeves and short skirt feeling like a tart. She couldn't believe she had even given in to him concerning her mode of dress. After all a five ft 6 well developed woman with blonde hair and blue eyes had no business sitting in a place like this half dressed.

The waiter was coming again to try to talk her into a drink but until George showed up she wasn't going to have a drink. She started to tap her toe in annoyance. She looked at her watch again. She would give him 15 more minutes and then she would be out of here.
 
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