Chapter 42 CHAPTER 42
ALINA’S POV
"He approved."
"He did?" I rose up, quick. Partly surprised. "That was fast, he didn't-
"Didn't have a single complaint." She finished, smiling. Showing me the document. Although that wasn't what I had in mind to complete my statement.
I would’ve rather…you know… he didn't react some type of way? What he thought...what he was probably thinking seeing as I personally requested this. What he thought of me right now.
What did he even think of me now?
I mean...he didn't think I was some slut, did he? That I was some attention seeking, sex deprived and blatant slut using her workplace for her dirty business. Did he?
He didn't think of me like that, did he?? Huh??
But wait a minute, why do I care? Why do I care right now what he thought of me, his opinions were irrelevant!
Completely and absolutely irrelevant in my life, this situation! This was my body, my choice, gosh.
Get a grip will you, Alina?
"So are you ready?"
"Yes!" I said immediately, exasperated. Signing. But Ms. Vega smiled regardless, unaware of my ridiculous line of thought just now.
"So now everything's set and ready," she clapped, checking it all out for the last time. "Let's get you started, shall we? I know just what you need, and as a newbie, you should definitely follow my advice."
"Right. I will." I start to say, but she quickly pulled me along. “C’mon!”
Heels met gold floors in a matter of seconds as we passed through the gathering of half naked bodies on the ground floor lounge. Music high up in the air, drinks, moans, and soon we stood in front of an equally gold elevator.
“Get in,” she pulled me in, all smiles. Obviously excited, but I was not. If anything my heart seemed to be beating slightest faster than normal. And it wasn’t because of our little run. It was something else. Something far mor striking than anything.
‘this is it.’ I thought, doing my best to relax. Calm my mind. ‘This is it, Alina.’
Things were finally getting serious and real. To distract myself, “Ms. Vega,” I faced her, “I will...i will definitely follow your advice, Ms. Vega.” I said to her, smiling. Ish. “I’ll be careful, selective, free and-
"Eden??" I paused right there. Staring at where she had brought me. The elevator doors open.
"Yes, Eden!" She let out, grinning. Rushing right out the elevator, leaving me partly stunned as I slowly stepped out. Meeting her.
"This is so perfect for you, like the perfect place to start! The perfect ‘newbie newbie’ zone. Which is what you are.”
“What?” I looked around the place. Taking in the sheer difference from the floor I just left. Thick red carpet replacing gold floors, wall lamps shaped like candle flames replacing gold liquid roof lights. Even the air was different. Tense, but in a soft way. A more alluring, romantic way. And just as you step out of the elevator, you're met with a slight space, then a corridor. A long curved corridor housing at least 10 doors. Suites.
“Is this the part that’s for couples?” I asked out, unable to keep it to myself. “I remember coming here once during the first tour, and you said-
“I said it’s for couples, strangers, and soft fantasies.” she cut in, “It is soft, sensual, memorable and all shades of excitements. But most importantly, it won't overwhelm you. That’s the main deal."
Hmm.
Slowly I let her lead me forward. Past the doors. Mirrors on equal sides of the doors, showing off our reflection, my reflection, but under the dangerous candle flame lights.
I seemed so hot and devilish looking all of a sudden. I felt hot.
And as we reached the end of the hall, a lounge appearing. Sensually dressed people hanging around, drunk, drinks in hand, light kisses, soft instrumental music in the air. The floors, covered with red soundless carpet.
"I’ll leave you here," Ms. Vega whispered, stepping aside. From me. "You do your thing. Mingle, talk, find someone… and get into one of those rooms.”
She winked.
My face burned hot, and soon after, she left.
Then I stood facing the consequences of my decisions.
Here in the Eden, no one really paid attention to me. Much less stare at me. They were all so busy, busy with their partners. Most of them had one. I stood alone.
But I couldn’t continue this way throughout the night, so I moved. Grabbed a drink, and moved to the direction of the doors. Noting what each one represented. Honeymoon suites, stranger suites, blind date suite, confession suite…that was interesting. Bath suite… and so on. But I’d found the one that caught my eyes, no need moving around anymore.
I headed to it.
Confession suite.
On opening the door, expecting naked bodies, I saw instead another set of doors inside. All dark red themed, heavily sensual, and well…exciting.
Then I noticed writings on the door, one of them being; the View Room.
“View Room?” I muttered, wondering if it was the same as the ones in the Red Rooms downstairs where anyone could watch the people inside.
That would be interesting. Plus highly beneficial since I didn’t know exactly what Confession suite entailed.
“Only one way to find out.” I pushed the door open, stepping in. And just as I thought, it was indeed like the ones downstairs. And even here, there were couples already touching themselves mildly, facing the screens. Not even looking away when I came in.
Worse?
I joined them.
I joined them, and watched the screens. Blown out of my mind by the time I saw just what that name confession meant.
It was a priest, church confession boot inpsired section.
“Oh my world,” I found myself whispering, stunned out of my mind. Swallowing, my thighs instantly clenching and eyes blinking into focus as I watched the somewhat elderly man, dressed up in priestly clothes, hold down the neck of a nun young girl. Her head bobbing on his cock, hands tied behind her, the chest of her nun outfit torn to reveal a gracious view of fair busty flesh.
She was busty.
Like me.
The both of them seemed trapped or should I say locked in the confession boot. Beams of lights just giving us the pornographic view of what was happening inside. Making it all the more mysterious. Forbidden, and so very wrong.
And yet, I felt myself getting slick merely watching it all.
It didn’t take anything for me to touch the transparent screens, wondering what it would be like if the elderly man had been younger. Stronger. Been able to command much more force from the girl’s neck.
And just like that, I started imagining it.
Imagining the elderly man younger, stronger. Thicker thighs, muscular arms, and cock…cock so much more impressive. So much more bigger and thicker. And the girl…
Me.
“Oh fuck,” someone vibrated next to me, shaking me out of such careless thoughts. My shoulders immediately finding the person, seeing his partner going down on him right then and there.
But still not in the velocity that I would like. She needed to go faster, harder. He needed to fuck her mouth also, why was he standing still and letting her do all the work?? Grab her neck, will you? Fuck her and choke her with your stupid cock!
They didn’t move though.
Didn’t do as I said or adjust in the slightest. Maybe because they didn’t hear, and I was merely saying it all in my head and biting hard at my own bottom lip.
“This isn’t working,” I sighed, swallowing as I looked back at the screens. Seeing the priest elderly man help lose his partner, helping her sit on him. His cock.
‘So soon,’ I thought, disappointed. ‘Too soon.’
They needed to do more.
I needed them to do more, and as much as I wanted to get in that boot also, I needed someone stronger than the elderly man.
Frustrated, I stepped out. The cooler air outside the room hitting my face. “Smells less of sex out here,” I grumbled, returning back to the lounge.
By the time I got back out there, it was the same. No one seemed strong enough. Or maybe heated enough. They were all just so…so…so in love or drawn to each other! Too familiar.
Couldn’t there just be someone here for just sex and not chemistry??
I didn’t want to get to know anybody, I just needed someone to match my freak! Match the energy from those damned dreams!
Just needed somebody…
“Or somewhere…” I muttered, eyebrows furrowing now as I thought back. “I’ve seen somewhere that somewhat matched the energy…people…people that matched the energy.”
I had seen them before. Seen them in this same building…but most definitely not on this floor.
Not Eden.
Not the floor below where I came from…
But the one upstairs. The very last floor. The one with no restrictions.
The Deep End.
And I needed to go there. I needed to go there if I wanted to get this fuck out of my system.
I needed to.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Vega.” I muttered slowly, turning to leave. “You were wrong after all…”
This isn’t the floor for me.
Not right now.
I needed something else.