Chapter Twenty Nine
“Wicked Games”
Lo
Music beat through the thin walls of my bedroom as I sat up in my bed. I took a look at the clock on my night stand and saw that it was past eleven. Grabbing my phone, I saw that I had three missed calls from Jett. I must have dozed off after I took a shower. Painting such intricate designs for a long period of time took a lot of mental strength so by the time I finished, I was ready to pass out.
I contemplated calling Jett back but the music flowing through the walls had me intrigued so I set my phone down, put on my slippers and eased out of my bed. I was a curious person at heart and it usually got me in trouble, hence seeing Kace’s dingy dong but I couldn’t help it. I needed to get in trouble. It’s what I did.
I slipped out of my room and followed the music to the main stage where all the acts of the club would be taking place. Diego didn’t talk much about the acts or dancers as he put it so my curiosity grew stronger as the music grew louder the farther down the hallway I traveled.
Silently, I peeked around the corner to get a good look at the center stage and saw Diego sitting in a chair, watching something at the top of the ceiling.
When I looked up, I saw crimson fabric wrapped into a cocoon shape dangling from the ceiling. My gaze turned back to Diego who was moving to the beat of the music. He was shirtless, wearing only a vest over his broad mocha chest that showed off the perfect cut of his muscles. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that were open at the waist, displaying a sexy trail of hair that led to his waistline. His abs rippled under the movements he was making with his torso, causing my mouth to water. When I pulled my eyes off his abs, I took in his face and saw that he was wearing black eye-liner, making his gray eyes pop out even more, giving him an almost sinister look. His appearance was pulled altogether with a worn out top hat that sat crookedly on his head. He was liquid chocolate waiting to be licked.
The music picked up and I saw his body tense as he continued to look up. Clearly I was just showing up at the right time for a show, so I sat down in the hallway, which thankfully was dark since the only light that was showing was one spotlight on Diego.
I had a great view that was just close enough to see the glorious bulge in Diego’s pants but far enough way to remain undetected. I was in for a treat. I rubbed my hands together and got ready for a show.
With the blare of a bass rocking through the speakers, the lights switched off and red laser beams shone down from the ceiling at the same time the cocoon started to unravel from the top. Multiple pieces of fabric fell down with the cocoon, showering the room with waves of crimson. The lights beamed off the fabric, giving off a dramatic effect, making it almost seem like there was a shower of red falling from the tall ceilings.
Once the unraveling stopped, Diego stood, with his pants hanging low and walked over to where a now dangling woman hung from the fabric.
“Where the hell did she come from,” I mumbled to myself as I continued to watch, completely entranced.
She was breathtaking. Wearing only a red bra and thong, she hung with her legs tangled in the fabric, holding herself up with her arms stretched over her head as she dangled right above the floor.
The moment Diego reached the girl, his hand ran from her crotch, across her stomach and up to her bra where with a flick of his fingers, it was undone and her breasts fell out of the tight constraints.
“Holy hell.” Her tits were perfect. If I floated down Tuna Canoe River, I would have totally had a lady-gasm from watching her tits sway with the ribbon. There was no way those were real.
Her hair was in a bun on top of her head but that was the next thing to go as Diego’s hand fisted her hair and yanked out the clip to release it. Long, brown locks flowed toward the floor and swung with her movements.
Walking slowly around the dangling woman, Diego took his time, taking in every last inch of her. I was so confused as to what I was watching. Was he practicing an act? Or was this some of the kink he was talking about?
When the music changed with a dramatic beat, her hands hit the ground and she did a handstand as Diego snapped the fabric and she was freed. Right then, I knew they were practicing, their movements were too fluid and too on point with the music to not be practicing, unless they had some kind of robot sex. If they were having robot sex, then I was sticking around for that because I wanted to see what kind of freak magic it took to keep up with acting like a robot during sex.
I found my toe tapping to the music as the girl balanced on her hands, tits falling forward and showing off her ass.
Now standing in front of her again, Diego grabbed one of the drapes and lowered it to her grasp where she gripped it. Diego grabbed two more drapes and when he pulled down on them, the girl’s body flew out from under her, causing her to do a summersault while the fabric she was holding on to brought her up into the air. Like a fucking magician, Diego had her legs wrapped separately in two different drapes and in seconds she was hanging from the ceiling, her back to the ground with her legs spread wide apart.
I wanted to clap as they dazzled me with their laser beams and fancy ribbon tricks. I was captivated.
The girl’s chest heaved as Diego stood between her legs and moved his hands from her feet to her inner thighs. With one quick pull, her thong snapped off and was thrown to the side like a damn whip sprouting off her body.
An inner pulse started to take place in my core as things started to get intense. Was this what Jett meant by dancer? Was he covering up and not telling me that they were sex-abitionists? Why he would cover that up, I had no clue. Maybe he didn’t want me to be intrigued, well, too late because I was.
The music continued to pump as Diego’s mouth started to ride up and down her thighs, getting closer and closer to that sweet spot that had me shifting on the floor. Her body writhed to the timing of the music, getting me hotter than I could imagine. I wasn’t much to watch porn but right now, this exquisite show of nudity, lights and music had me breathing heavy and aching for one man’s hands to find my own.
I watched as Diego’s hands ran up the length of her body and gripped her tits. Her back arched to impossible curves, exposing her wet pussy for all to see. It glistened in the reflecting lights and I knew that she was just as turned on as me, probably even more since she had Diego’s strong hands running along her body.
With precision, he grabbed her hair from underneath her, forming her body into almost a circle, she was that flexible and then hovered right above her pussy while he licked his lips and prepared to dive in. From the side, I could see a bit of Diego’s erection and I swear I saw his tip poking out the top of his boxer briefs. Was it the tip? I didn’t know. I leaned on all fours and reached my neck out to see if I was right. His hips swayed with the music and when he turned my way, I was rewarded with a view that I was expecting. His erection was poking out to say hi.
I started to pant from the scene unfolding in front of me. I leaned forward some more to get a better look, to watch Diego’s mouth cascade down upon the girl. His tongue darted out and I waited in anticipation for when it hit the girl’s clit, trying to control my erratic breathing and stay hidden.
“Should you be watching this right now, Lo?” came Kace’s whispered voice from behind me, making me fall flat on my stomach and stifle a shriek from being startled out of my ever-fucking wits.
He grabbed me by the ankles and dragged my body farther into the hallway so we didn’t disturb Diego’s practice. When he let go of my legs, I stood up and swatted him in the shoulder.
“What the hell are you doing scaring me like that?”
“What the hell are you doing watching Diego practice? I thought you were told to stay away from that.”