Chapter 43 CHAPTER 43

Chapter 43 CHAPTER 43

ALINA’S POV

And that something else should scare me, shouldn’t it?

The Deep End.

That should scare me. The name alone sounded all so mysterious, and all shades of wrongs, but still…still I felt somewhat excited heading there.

Excited as I left the lovely Eden I’d been kept in for my own good, heading towards danger itself. The worst place in the entire building, I was excited to go there.

I must be going crazy, right?

Crazy and out of my mind, but that stopped me. Soon I arrived on the floor, the elevator opening to reveal the eerily dark hallway. Instant shivers going down my spine, my feet leaving the elevator, stepping into the place. Still spotting my all black outfit. Dress barely covering enough.

On instinct, I pulled it up a bit. Wanting to cover my girls, but wrong move. That only made my ass feel even more cold air than normal. Meaning it had become even shorter from my pulling. Hence, I quietly pushed back down in place. Leaving my breasts pratically spilling out like overgrown fruits. But firm though.

“This should lead down to the main lounge, right?” I asked myself, racking my memory from when last I was here. In front of me stood a long black marble corridor. Dark. Left for thin gold lines right on the marble floors, glowing softly. The ceiling seemed mirrored, same thing with the walls. All of it dark and smoke-like. Almost ghost-like.

“Should I really be doing this?’ I asked myself again. A last minute clarity check cause fuck me…this place did not look welcoming in the slightest bit. If anything I should turn back around right now. But still, my feet stepped forward. Moving against my better judgement, silencing that part of me in fact.

“If I really want to do this, I’d need a few drinks first.” I muttered, scanning around. “Drinks are a necessity, and they will only be found in the main lounge, the bar section.”

Meaning continuing forward.

So I did.

Walking the long hall, my black heels lightly clicking the floors. Not so much of a sound in the air, no music either unlike the other sections in the building. It almost made me wonder if anyone was present on the floor at all, or if I’d gone to the wrong place even. But all that doubt came striking down as I reached the middle. Halfway across the hall. And there I found a stop point. Some sort of security threshold, a check point. Two men stood unsmiling there, glaring even as they spotted me.

I looked at them, cautious. Then at the gold frame scanning sort of device, understanding it was a confirmation point. Same as the one at the entrance of the building. But I didn’t have my pass, or my gold collar. Ms. Vega took it off after I signed, cause I was no longer a staff right now.

“What do I do?” I panicked internally, approaching them. They seemed to sense my panic too, glaring even harder. Ready to send me back out for sure, but at last minute, my mouth opening to explain,

“Go in,” one of them said, the thin glass door between them opening. A door I hadn't even seen before now.

“What?” I stared at him, blinking. Surprised.

“Go in,” he repeated. Sterner now, and I quickly did as told. Stepping right through wondering why he just let me go through. I didn’t have a pass or anything.

Or did he recognize me? Recognized me as one of the staff?

I didn’t know, but I didn’t have time to think about that either cause I finally saw the end of the corridor then. Big black steel doors in front. It made my heart skip a beat, excited.

‘Finally,’ I thought, hurrying right to it. And as I moved closer, I noticed I started hearing sounds, voice, music. But low. Still it was something, I was at the right place!

Then the moment I got to it, taking a minute to breathe for a bit, I touched the doors to push it open. But it only opened on it’s own upon contact. Presenting to my face a large circular kind of room. Black marble bar on one side, curved velvet black sofas forming rings around it, low gold tables, and the shelves of rare looking drinks.

The main lounge.

I almost smiled in relief upon seeing it all. A hot wave of excitement, yet self-consciousness hitting right through me. They were people everywhere. Not packed like the ground floor, but not few either, and my world were they giving off a different kind of energy.

Rich energy.

They was also slow jazz in the air, everyone relaxing on a seat, talking, watching, sipping wine, but not dancing or moaning. I knew they were all powerful people. They looked strong too. Lots of people looked strong. Men.

Which was what I came here for, right?

I stepped in immediately. Forcing myself calm as I took a seat, crossing my legs, my thighs on full display but who cares? Women here wore less, and they looked elegantly so.

"This is It," I muttered, staring around. Forcing a smile on my face. "Where do I start? How do I find someone?"

Lots of people looked delectable. The men, I mean. But how I do choose? Who do I meet?

“I think I should get a drink first,” I stood right up, heading for the bar to douse down on my slow forming anxiety. Luckily the bar attendant wasn’t nose poking like Mark downstairs, so he prepared my drink within minutes of my approach. And like I downed in one go, asking for another.

I may as well get stuffed with a few glasses for confidence, cause heavens knows I headed it.

When was the last time I went to a bar, huh? When was the last time that I went there, with intentions to actually meet someone. Like fuck someone. Or maybe even do a little flirting.

“Oh God,” I groaned silently, desperation climbing. “I really should’ve let Cleo give me those speech classes she talked about.”

That would’ve sure come in handy now. How do I flirt with someone? A man. Could I even do it? What if I said something wrong? Or talked wrong?

I had never actually had experience with this kind of stuff. I had never actually had experience with men related kind of stuff! Except you were counting my college years, which I may remind remind you, ended up in a complete failure. The worst kind.

So yeah, I was rusty in this men related issues. More than rusty even.

But none of this pity party would help me tonight. It wouldn’t even get someone to approach me either. I needed to get my shit together, and just on with it! Grab a seemingly willing man, head to one of the rooms here, and just get his cock inside of me!

There.

Easy peasy, right?

Right.

“Another glass, ma’am?” the bar attendant called, waiting for permission fill yet another for me. The 5th glass that would be.

But, “No,” I answered, striaghtening out. “That won’t be necessary, thank you.”

With that I spun right off, releasing a breath as I headed straight for the doors. The rooms. Anyone around that area would be a seemingly willing person, and that was the man for me tonight.

I walked past another circular chamber looking room. Everything over there black as well. But with velvet this time. There was a raised platform at the center too. A live scene getting played out, jyust as it was downstairs. Only here it seemed even more private. Intentional and somewhat exclusive too. I could spot several seated men and women with rows and stacks of gold-like chips and coins (Oxygen's currency). All of them staring at the scene, and somewhat…bidding? Like an auction?

Whichever way that was not my problem. I had a destination in mind, so I hastened to find it.

Finally I reached it. Seeing a hallway of glass mirrored rooms where the outline of people inside was getting shown. Their intimate experineces, performances, some mutiple persons, moans louds in the air, cries, whips… I swallowed. Conscious, and very much feeling the wetness on my panties between my thighs.

It was turning me on. The cries and everything. Still I moved on, knowing the females were definitely enjoying themselves. Else they wouldn’t be there. Frankly, I felt a pang of jealousy hearing it all.

I still had’nt found someone.

And as I neared another hallway, still doors too. But these ones not transparent at all. Some sealed shut, some wide open, some slightly open, moans and cries coming from each and every one of them, I gripped my dress tighter. My steps slowing down as I looked inside. Watching several of them…watching them getting filled and fulfilled. Happy smiles, cries, twisted cries, toes curling… myself almost wishing it was getting done to me too.

I remembered Ms. Vega said this was not allowed. For doors open, you could hang around for permission or ask for invite, but no account should get close to the door without confirmation. Much less step into the rooms.

So I did just that. Shamelessly not minding anything as I moved from door to door, swallowing, my panties getting wetter and wetter. My eyes seeing strange things, strange positions, and most even considered as assault at some point, but still I just got wetter. My body just hummed even more, tormenting me more than ever. The pressing need to squeeze my thighs growing stronger and stronger. I needed something, someone, I needed to touch myself down there else I would go crazy. I was truly nearing that point.

So much I started openly squeezing my thighs. Pressing them together, sound of moans in my ears, pleasured cries, everywhere hot. I didn’t know when I squeezed my boobs as well. Shocked by that very action, and that was when my eyes opened. Only to see myself breathless, and very much catching the attention of a particular room. An opened door. Slightly opened.

And as though I was imagining it, they smiled at me. A man and a woman. Just the two of them. The woman sitting on top of the man, her back turned to me, the man looking at me over her shoulders.

“Come in,” I read their lips. Wondering if I heard it right. If I read it right. But again, “Come in,” they mouthed. The woman signaling with my fingers now.

Now it was certain, they invited me in.

A moment, and I stepped forward then. Heading to them. Watching as they kept their eyes trained on me, scanning, especially as I stepped foot into their room. Their eyes hungrily following my foot up to my naked thighs, then little dress, my waist, belly, boobs and then face. Flushed face for sure.

“She’s beautiful,” I heard the man say as I got closer to them. The woman only smiling in response, holding her hand out for me. Which I took. Boldly too. Must be the drinks.

“And soft,” the woman muttered, holding my hand. Moving upwards, to my elbows, past that, my shoulders, and up to my neck. Feeling my skin all over, but so very sultry and seductive. All the while still sitting on the man’s laps.

As if hearing my thoughts, she stood up. Rising. Only for me to see the engorged pink cock fall out of her. Wet and slippery.

She smiled upon my surprise. Pushing down on the man instead. My back to his chest, his on my boobs, same time her hands on my thighs. Going down on her knees, electricity shooting right through me as I realized one thing.

I was getting fucked by two people tonight.