Behind the Masque

ROXANNE

I feel so wanton and brave, despite the lack of adequate alcohol in my system, and sexy and lustful as I dance between these two desirable and mysterious men.

With their hands on me, I wrap my arms around John’s neck. His hands feel hot through the fabric of my gown.

I don’t know whether it’s something they are pumping through the air vents in here or whether they put something in the wine because this is not my typical behavior.

I am usually pretty controlled and cautious—not shy, just careful. But right now, at this moment, all I can think about are the hands that are touching me and how I want more of it.

I bite my lip as John pushes himself even closer to me, and he dips his head down, and I feel him brush his lips along my collarbone.

“Mmm, Roxanne. You smell so good that I could just eat you up,” John murmurs against my neck, which causes every muscle south of my belly button to tense up and my temperature to rise.

“She really does,” Joe agrees from behind me, and I feel him push into me as well.

I feel like this should offend me somehow, as a proper lady should feel, but nope, the feeling doesn’t come.

“I don’t know if I feel like sharing, Joe,” John says quietly.

“I’m not sure you have a choice,” Joe replies.

“We’ll see about that.”

John’s hands grasp me tighter until he leans in and starts kissing me. I respond immediately, our tongues weaving together effortlessly, smoothly. I can taste the whiskey.

John pulls away, and I’m breathless.

“Oh, yeah?” Joe says in a challenging tone.

I feel one of Joe’s hands move from my waist. He brings it up to my chin, turning my head to the side. He leans in and kisses me too.

Okay, as his mouth moves over mine now I really know that this is going somewhere that I’m unsure about. His tongue moves around slowly, sensuously, causing my lips to tingle.

After a moment, he releases my chin, and I look back at John, who is watching with an amused expression on his face.

“Well played, Joe, well played.”

John taps his chin, mulling something over. “How does this make you feel, Roxanne?”

“I, uh…I’m not sure,” I stutter. “This isn’t something I’ve experienced before,” I reply, feeling my face heat up underneath my mask, glad for its protection.

“Is this something you’re willing to try?” John then asks, moving in close to me again.

I’m vaguely aware that Joe hasn’t stopped touching me at all.

“Try?” I ask, not quite comprehending.

“Yes, love, you’re in for a good night if you are,” Joe whispers against my ear.

“Roxanne,” John says, brushing my cheek with his thumb, “Joe and I would like to…”

“We’d like to show you something,” Joe murmurs.

My entire body starts to tense at the erotic meaning behind their words, and my heart starts to beat erratically. Is this something that I’m actually about to consider?

I don’t even know these men, and Casey will be here any time now.

“I’m not so sure this is a good idea.” I swallow, biting my lip nervously, my good sense trying to make itself known.

“Why not?” John asks, backing away slightly.

Joe’s hands drop from my waist.

“Because I don’t even know you guys,” I counter.

Joe comes around me and stands next to John. These two men look like they belong in GQ magazine. They ooze sexuality and style, and here they stand, propositioning me in the most unbelievable way.

This is not how I had imagined this night turning out. I just got here for heaven’s sake. Do I look like an easy target or some sexually experienced whore?

“Relax, Roxanne.” John moves in and cups my chin in his hand, tilting my face up to look at him. “You’re overthinking this. It can be the simplest thing in the world if you let it. We’re all consenting adults here, aren’t we? Where’s your sense of adventure?”

I gulp. John has a point. I’m young, I’m single, and I’ve always been responsible.

Maybe tonight can be about just that—having an adventure, broadening my horizons, getting it out of my system before I settle down.

I feel like if I don’t, I’ll always wonder about this night and think of how it could have been one of the most erotic and sexy things I’ve ever done.

“I think I need another drink,” I whisper, and a slow smile spreads across John’s face.

“The lady needs another drink,” John says to Joe over his shoulder.

“Coming right up.” Joe grins and saunters over to the bar.

“Come.”

John takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor, toward the back of the room. We go past all the sofas and toward a door where another guard stands.

John flashes a small golden card, and the doorman moves aside, letting us through. We are in a dark corridor lined with doors. I wonder idly what is going on behind those doors.

John walks to the very end and turns a corner where there is only one large set of double doors.

“I want you to meet someone first,” he says quietly, as he knocks on the door twice.

Another large man opens the door from the inside.

“Walt, it’s me,” John merely says to the daunting man.

Walt seems satisfied and moves aside to let us through.

This room is like a mini version of the main room but without a dance floor. Sitting at a small grouping of sofas are two men and one woman murmuring. They all go silent as we approach them.

“Hello, sir,” John says as he extends his hand to one of the men.

The man stands up and takes John’s hand, shaking it heartily.

“John! My good man, glad to see you.” The man smiles broadly, revealing a smile that could take your breath away.

He has dark blond hair that is slicked back, and from what I can see of his face, he looks older than John, but not by much.

He’s handsome, with a sort of regal air to him, and I can feel power almost radiate off him. I suspect he might be Mr. Spence Manfredi himself.

“And who, might I ask, is this beautiful young lady?” He flashes his megawatt smile at me and offers his hand.

I smile and extend my hand. “I’m Roxanne. Nice to meet you,” I say sweetly.

“Well, Roxanne, you may call me Spence. I’m so pleased you could join us here tonight. Allow me to introduce you to my friends,” Spence says, gesturing first to the other man.

“This is my good friend…”

“Victor,” the man says and nods at me, lifting his drink.

“And this is…,” Spence says, gesturing to the blonde woman in the slinky red dress, “Victor’s wife.”

The woman offers a small smile. “You can call me…Cherry,” she says, pulling a maraschino cherry out of her drink and popping it into her mouth.

“Nice to meet you both.” I smile at them, trying to muster up all my confidence.

I’m in the same room as one of the most well-known billionaires in the country. He’s also one of the most eligible bachelors according to all the tabloids.

Because of my secret addiction to gossip TV, I’ve seen plenty of stories about which actress he’s currently wooing.

I’ve also read a couple of articles about him, and his pictures regularly show up in the magazines.

Spence Manfredi has been married and divorced twice, and last I knew, he had been seen around town with the actress Jessica Green.

But no woman has really tied him down since his last marriage ended in a nasty divorce.

As I said, I love me some gossip TV, my most embarrassing guilty pleasure.

“Have a seat, you two.” Spence gestures to the sofa opposite him.

John takes my hand and leads me over to it, just as we hear a knock on the door. Walt opens the door, and Joe walks in, carrying a glass of wine. He wanders over to us and hands me the glass.

“Spence!” Joe bellows, as Spence stands and shakes Joe’s hand enthusiastically.

“Hello!” Spence laughs heartily. “What’s with the wine?” Spence asks him, gesturing to the glass that I hold.

“The lady needed a drink,” Joe answers. Then he comes and sits down on my other side, dropping a hand leisurely onto my knee.

“Let’s get rid of that and get you something from my private bar.” Spence frowns and gestures toward the bar.

Another tuxedo-clad bartender rushes over and takes the glass away from me.

“Oh, that’s okay…,” I protest, but it’s too late.

The bartender has already gone away with my glass, and a second bartender comes over with a new glass, handing it to me.

“Thank you.” I blush, embarrassed by all the fuss.

I really liked that other wine. However, as soon as I take a sip of this new wine, I’m struck by how amazing it tastes.

If I thought the other wine was good, this one is ten times better. I can’t even imagine what the price tag on it must be.

Spence watches my face as I sip it. “Good?” he asks with a knowing smile.

“It’s delicious, thank you.”

“Have as much as you like.”

“I think Spence fancies you,” John whispers in my ear.

I turn my face slightly to look at him, and he smiles. “I think he’s just friendly.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think so.”

John places a hand on my other knee, squeezing slightly. Joe squeezes the knee he holds as well. My heart starts to race a little, so I take a big sip of my drink.

I had hoped to sip it slowly, to savor it, but I feel the need to get a buzz on, and quickly. I finish my drink in two more glugs.

I barely have time to pull the glass away from my lips before the bartender has brought me a new glass.

Spence seems to watch us with curious interest as John starts running his hand lightly from my knee to my thigh.

I look down at John’s and Joe’s hands and back up at Spence, feeling a little self-conscious. What is going on here?

“So, Roxanne, are you having a good time?” Spence asks me, ignoring John and Joe for a moment.

“Yes, sir, I am,” I answer politely, taking a smaller sip of the wine this time.

I can feel the one I had chugged down already working its magic.

“Please call me Spence,” he insists with a relaxed smile.

“Okay, Spence.”

I feel myself beginning to relax a little, despite the awkward situation. Spence leans back and resumes his conversation with Victor and Cherry.

John’s hand suddenly moves from my thigh and up to my chin, turning my face toward him again. Then he leans in and kisses me slowly.

I lean into it, his mouth working mine with the skill of an expert, awakening every nerve in my body. I feel Joe take the glass from my hand, and I hear him set it down on the table.

Joe resumes his hand on my knee, and then he slides it up my thigh as well. The sound of Victor coughing breaks the spell.

I had almost forgotten about the others in the room, and I quickly pull back, embarrassed.

“Well, Spence,” Victor stands, offering his hand to Cherry, “I think Cherry and I are going to go out and mingle for a little while. It’s been a pleasure as always.”

He shakes Spence’s hand and salutes the three of us on the sofa. John and Joe lean back casually as if this is the most normal thing in the world to be doing what we are doing.

Victor and Cherry leave the room, and soon it’s just the four of us, besides the staff. Now I’m becoming nervous again.

If they think for even one minute that I’m going to just invite one more to this little situation…

“Gentlemen,” Spence announces, “I think I’m going to make a round as well. It’d be rude of me not to greet my other guests.”

He stands up. “Please stay. Enjoy the bar. I’ll be back a little later.”

Spence smiles and winks at us, then strides out of the door.

“Alone at last,” Joe says, draping an arm around my shoulders.

“Now that we have you here, what shall we do?” John smiles at Joe.

“Oh, I have some ideas.” Joe runs a finger up the back of my neck, causing me to shiver.

“Roxanne, do you want to play with us?” John murmurs.

Play? What does he mean by that? I reach over and grab my wine glass again, taking a big sip. I hear them both chuckling.

“I think she’s nervous,” Joe says to John.

“I think so too,” John agrees.

“I’ll be fine,” I retort, setting the glass back down, albeit a little shakily.

What am I doing here? Is this what I want?

Yes, yes, it is! My body screams at me. I stand up from the sofa, and John and Joe watch me curiously.

I look around and realize all the staff has inconspicuously disappeared. We are all alone. I stare down at the two men watching me, wondering what I’m going to do next. What am I going to do?

Boldly, and with all the confidence I can muster, I straighten my posture and reach behind me and find the zipper clasp of my dress and pull it down slowly, letting my dress pool around my feet.

John and Joe stare at me with surprised eyes. At least I think, they’re surprised. It’s hard to tell behind the masks. The two of them exchange a grin, and then they smile at me hungrily.

“Why, Roxanne, glad to see you’re ready to have a little fun,” John says, as he starts loosening his tie.

Joe stands up and removes his jacket, and then he offers me his hand to help me step out of my dress. I step out of it, and John leans over and picks it up off the floor.

He takes my dress and drapes it across the other sofa. Well, at least they are gentlemen about this.

I’m grateful at the moment that I had spent the extra money on the black lingerie I wear, complete with garter belt and stockings. I feel sexy.

“Fuck, you look good,” John growls, appraising me carefully.

“Yeah, she does,” Joe agrees, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth.

I stand between the two men, now unsure of what to do next. This is entirely out of my realm of experience. I’m just winging it at this point.

My level of expertise in seducing men is limited. This feels like the big league. John makes the first move and grabs me around my waist, pulling me against him, kissing me again.

I feel Joe hooking a finger into the back of my strapless bra, and it comes undone, falling to the floor.

Joe’s hands slide around me, and he cups my breasts gently in his hands. I feel him push up against me from behind, and he starts kissing my shoulders.

As I kiss John, my fingers find the buttons on his shirt, and I start undoing them slowly.

When I’ve reached the last one, I pull his shirt from his pants and push it off his shoulders, along with his jacket, revealing what I had hoped was underneath—a perfectly sculptured Adonis.

His skin is smooth and bronzed, with just a light smattering of hair on his chest. I look at him, my mouth going dry. Wow!

John notices me checking him out. “You like?” he asks, a hint of a smug smile on his lips.

I just nod, not pulling my eyes away from his chiseled abs. I’ve never seen a male form like this in real life before—only in magazines and on TV.

As I gaze at John, Joe suddenly spins me around to face him.

“Okay, I’m sick of being on the back burner here,” he grunts and then leans in to kiss me hard.

Then he pulls back slightly. “Aren’t you going to undress me too?” Joe challenges.

I nod and start to unbutton Joe’s shirt as well. I push it off his shoulders. You have got to be kidding me. His body is just as chiseled as John’s, but not quite as tanned.

He has a few tattoos scattered around his chest and arms. The one that really catches my eye though is a beautiful black wing on his right pectoral that stretches up to his shoulder.

A low whistle escapes my throat, and he laughs.

“Holy shit, you guys are sure in good shape,” I can’t help but say as I stare.

Joe smirks as I appraise him. “I like to look good.”

“You know who looks good?” John says behind me. “Roxanne looks good.”

“You’re so right, brotha,” Joe agrees with him, causing me to blush.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure what to do next,” I squeak, a little overwhelmed by all the male beauty that surrounds me.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you,” Joe coos, moving forward.

He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me again.

Then I feel John flush against my backside, his fingers hook into the sides of my underwear, and he pulls them down slowly, trailing kisses down my butt and thighs as he goes.

It feels so good that my knees start to buckle.

“Come,” John whispers, and Joe breaks away from me for a moment.

John gestures to me to sit back on the sofa, so I do. I look at the two of them, standing before me, with visible excitement straining against their tuxedo pants.

They exchange a quick glance, with some unspoken communication.

“Lie down, baby,” John orders softly, and I comply.

How do we work this threesome thing? Do I have this in me? I’ve come this far. Do I go all the way?

John undoes his belt and then his pants and lets them fall to the floor, followed by his tight black boxer briefs. He springs free, and I swallow hard.

He’s impressive, but it makes me nervous, as he bends and retrieves a condom from his jacket pocket.

He kneels down onto the sofa between my legs and then shimmies down until he is face-to-face with my sex.

“What a sweet little morsel we have here,” he murmurs before he dips his face down.

I feel him start working his tongue along my clit with perfect pressure. I close my eyes and let out a soft moan, reveling in the feeling.

Then I feel the sofa move above my head, and I look up and see Joe hovering over me. He dips his head down and kisses me.

John is at first gentle, then increases the pressure with his mouth, causing me to moan louder, and Joe kisses me harder, absorbing my moans. His hands roam over my breasts, softly kneading them.

I lift my hips to meet John’s mouth, aching for him, and he continues his sinful tongue work.

“Does this feel okay?” Joe whispers.

“Mmm hmm,” I moan, bucking into John again.

John quickly shifts, getting to his knees again.

“I think she’s all ready,” he murmurs, opening the condom and sliding it on.

Joe stands and removes his own pants and boxers, revealing his considerable length.

John stays kneeling and grabs my thighs, pulling me up toward him, and slowly he enters me, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.

He starts moving slowly, wiggling his hips slightly with every thrust. I can already feel a steady pressure beginning to build inside my core.

Joe moves to my side and drops a knee down onto the sofa near my head, his erection near my face. His intention is undeniable. I look at it nervously and lift my hand to touch him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he murmurs, his voice a little hoarse.

“No, it’s okay. I want to,” I insist.

With a satisfied smile, he lowers himself closer until he can reach my mouth. His eyes squeeze shut as I take his cock into my mouth, working him slowly and carefully.

This is the craziest thing that I have ever done. I don’t think anything could top this one. How did my night turn into this? Casey springs to my mind.

She’s probably already here, looking for me, worried. What will I tell her when I go find her? Will I tell her this happened? I’m supposed to meet her new boyfriend and his friend.

How can I even take the date seriously after what I’ve done with these two guys tonight? How will this night end? Will the three of us just move on with our lives? Probably.

Will we ever see each other ever again? With our masks still securely on, hiding our identities, my guess is no, since we might not know it even if we did.