Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.
Symphonic Poem has been tremendously helpful in providing me with lots of good details of sightseeing, especially the information on the museum! Thank you so much, I couldn’t have done it without you! SeriousCrush is the most amazing editor, helping me out of spots where I get stuck, including finding all the right words!
Eric and I made our way back to the room. I reread the note from Queen Tess a few times, thinking about what Club Amante’s would be like in person. I had witnessed it through Tess’ human’s mind, so I had a general idea, but nothing beats experiencing something first hand.
I was nervous and excited, and I knew based on what I saw that I didn’t have anything suitable to wear to the club. Eric took my hand as we walked into our room, and pulled me out of my mind, “You don’t need to be nervous.” I smiled at him weakly, easy for him to say. I’m sure he was comfortable mingling in a sex club, but I was painfully aware of my lack of experience. “Really, you have nothing to be nervous about.”
“What if someone catches your eye and you realize that I’m not worth your time?” I had to admit my insecurity, before he tried to guess it out of me all night.
He scoffed and looked at me with disbelief on his face. “I have seen more than my share of the world, which not only gives me the experience you lack, but also has given me the knowledge that there is no one else I want. You are it, Sookie. Forever.” He added, staring down at my face.
His words sparked the memory of my thoughts about how living forever with him would be pretty amazing, and terrifying. I wasn’t ready to have this conversation with him, so I ignored his statement and got back to our discussion of my nerves.
“I’m not sure I feel comfortable enough to be open in a situation like that…..” I trailed off, staring at the carpet. He held my chin with his hand, bringing my face back up to meet his gaze.
“Club Amante’s, and places like that, are very freeing. It will give you the opportunity to participate or not, whatever you feel comfortable with. I am not interested in anyone else. I will be with you all night long, no matter what. You set the boundaries and call the shots. I promise.”
I sighed. It was a huge relief to know that Eric didn’t have huge expectations about how I would behave in public. He always knew how to set my mind at ease.
“Just think of it as a chance to be someone else for a night, I will love you no matter who you choose to be.” He winked at me, picked me up and tossed me on the bed. “I will need to sleep soon. We will go shopping tonight.” He started undressing me, removing my shirt and skirt with agile fingers, and carefully hanging them up. He flipped me over, unhooked my bra and garter belt and stripped me down until I was only wearing my moon goddess necklace. “There. That’s better.” I rolled over, to see him smiling down at my flushed body.
I wiggled down into the sheets as he undressed, taking the same care with his suit as he had with my outfit. He walked over to the window, his muscular body glinting with the rapidly fading moonlight. He pulled the blinds shut, immersing the room in darkness. I clicked one of the lamps next to the bed on, flooding our bed with soft light. “How much time do we have?” I asked him, as I sat up to draw him into my waiting arms.
“Long enough…..” he trailed off, planting kisses on my hands, and up my arms. When he got close enough, I pulled him onto the bed, rolling his body under mine. I was straddling his body as his cold fingers swept up my ribs to caress my nipples, reveling in the temperature difference. I bent down to kiss him, sending my hair cascading around his face. I tilted my hips slightly as I arched my back, pushing the head of his hard dick against my clit. I pushed up off of him, and shimmied down his body, planting kisses along his ribs and hips. I brushed my hair across his skin, drawing a very pleasant growl from him, which intensified as I sucked his cock into my hot mouth. His hips moved with me, lifting and tilting to gain deeper access into my throat. I teased him and nipped at the sensitive skin along the shaft, coaxing more primal noises from my sexy beast.
“Sookie, I need you now. I can’t wait much longer.” He glanced at the window and I knew he was beginning to shut down for the day. I licked his length, smiling at how pretty and shiny he was. I crawled up his body and grabbed his cock as I positioned myself over it, pushing down quickly, desperate for my own release. His fingers dug into the skin of my ass, guiding me faster and faster as we fucked. I pushed my hands against his chest, meeting each thrust with intense need, feeling closer and closer to climax. He begged, “Ekki stoppa! Ríddu mér fast!” (Please don’t stop! Fuck me harder!) His words encouraged me to let loose, so I focused and took over the amazingly fast rhythm we had established, slamming my body against his. My clit hit his pelvic bone just enough to bring me to a screaming orgasm, my pussy strangling his cock as I spasmed over and over again. He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as he came, filling me for the second time that night. “So good. So good……” He trailed off as his eyes fought to open.
“Goodnight, Killer.” I kissed his mouth as I collapsed against his very still body. I couldn’t bring myself to leave his body just yet, so I stayed locked around him. I eventually pulled myself away, and went to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for bed. I brought a towel to clean him up as well, then crawled under the sheets next to him, covered both of us, and fell asleep with my leg wrapped around Eric’s body.
He woke me at sunset planting soft kisses on the top of my head. I smiled up at him and said “Good evening!”
“Yes it is.” He returned the smile. “Why don’t we shower before our exciting night begins?” He sat up and pulled me with him into the bathroom. He pulled the curtain around the large tub and let me adjust the water to the right temperature for my skin. He never was a very good judge of that. We took turns under the water, washing each other’s bodies. After we toweled off, I pulled my hair up into a bun so my hair would dry fairly straight.
“What should I wear tonight?” I asked Eric, standing in front of my luggage and the few things hanging in the closet.
“Nothing either of us brought. We need to go shopping. I’m going to wear casual clothes for now.” I followed his lead and pulled on dressy black pants and a blouse.
“Where are we going shopping?” I asked, very curious about what Eric had in mind.
“Oh, you’ll see. But first, I need to take you to dinner and a museum.”
I was a fan of history, so museums always interested me. I usually read about museums in magazines and books, so I was looking forward to visiting one in person. Just like when we had been in Iceland, Eric was proving to be an excellent tour guide.
Eric flipped open his cell phone and dialed Phillip’s number. After a short conversation, Eric closed his phone and smiled at me, “He’ll be here in an hour.”
We made our way to the restaurant in the hotel, which was almost full. After a short wait, Eric and I were taken to a table where we could watch the people around us. I ordered one of the chef’s specialties with a glass of white wine, and Eric ordered his typical bottle of blood. After the waiter left, I asked him, “Do you enjoy drinking those?”
He shook his head. “They are terrible. What I do enjoy is sitting at the table with you while you eat, and drinking a bottle of blood gives me something to do with my mouth. I would much rather have you.”
I smiled at him and laughed.
I enjoyed my meal, understanding why there had been a wait this early in the evening. The food was delicious, and well worth a trip to the Ritz just for dinner. Eric paid and we walked outside just as Phillip was pulling up to the curb.
“Where to tonight?” Phillip asked politely, waiting for orders.
“Fifth Avenue first, then Brooklyn later.”
Phillip pulled away from the curb and navigated his way through the city. “Do you have the address?”
“233 Fifth.” Eric answered. Phillip smiled at him and pulled up to the curb of the museum a few minutes later.
“Give me a call when you’re ready for me to take you to Brooklyn.” Phillip gave Eric a knowing smile.
“Thank you Phillip, I love riding in your car!” I said, wide eyed at how well he maneuvered his way around town.
“My pleasure, Sookie.” He replied, nodding his head and turning back around to drive away. I stepped out onto the curb and finally looked at the building we were about to enter.
“There’s a museum of sex?” I was astonished! Eric chuckled and pulled into the building to buy tickets.
We made our way inside and I was surprised at how modern the museum was. The walls were bright white. Everything was angular, with clean lines. Eric bought our tickets as I looked around the shelves of souvenirs. There were many different kinds of toys and even a few sex-themed treats. Eric smiled at me, took my hand, and pulled me after him up the stairs.
“I think we should start the tour from the top down.” He said as he guided me up to the third level of the museum.
At the top of the stairs, we were faced with a scientific display of animals mating, sound effects and all. The video of lions mating got my attention immediately. I walked over and stood in front of the display, enjoying the howling roar the males made as they claimed a female. The noise was very familiar. I looked up and said, “Is this where you find your inspiration?” I laughed and walked away from him as he stood there, speechless.
I stopped in front of a sculpture of a bonobo chimp, holding a piece of sugar cane, sporting a bright red erection. I read the information in front of him and smiled again. This male bonobo was offering sweets in exchange for a blowjob. “They’re more like us than I thought!”
Eric laughed. “Does this mean I should buy you candy?” He waggled his eyebrows at me, and pointed suggestively to his pants. I hit his chest and told him to behave himself.
The research I read reaffirmed every feeling I had that humans are very much a part of the animal world. Some people, more than others. Eric asked me if I was ready to move on to the next floor.
We made our way back to the stairs and went down one floor.
I gasped as my eyes locked in on a beautiful purple cocktail dress. When I got close enough to see what it was made of, I laughed out loud again. Condoms. It was surely the most beautiful art in the room. The history of the condom was fascinating, even if it wasn’t something I needed to worry about. I grabbed Eric’s hand and said, “Thank goodness we don’t have to remember to use those every time!”
He leaned towards me and whispered, “We would have to buy in bulk!”
I moved along and had to scrunch my nose when I came face to face with sexually transmitted diseases. I thanked my lucky stars I wouldn’t have to deal with these either, just another one of the perks of having sex with the undead. I shook my head to draw myself away from that thought.
The photography near the back of the level was stark and beautiful. I thought the title was very fitting for us, ‘Vamps and Virgins,’ although I think they had a different kind of vamp in mind. Eric leaned closely to me again and whispered, “You really should reconsider my offer to have you photographed. These women have nothing on you.” I blushed at his compliment, as I stared at some of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. “Besides,” He added, pointing to a picture of a blonde in short shorts and a shirt tied in a knot, “I happen to know for a fact that you look amazing in that particular outfit.” I remembered the night he had escorted me to the orgy at Jan Fowler’s cabin. Mmm, the thought of him pressing me against the hood of his Corvette brought a deeper blush to my face.
“Just as good as you look in pink and aqua Lycra?” I batted my eyelashes at him. “Do you know how hard it was for me not to order you to turn around for me that night?”
“Do tell.” He had a huge grin on his face. Nothing made him happier than feeding his ego, well, almost nothing……
I waved my hand at him dismissively, and said, “Maybe that’s what I should wear tonight. It’s just too bad I left my junior high shorts at home!”
“We are going shopping after this, remember? New York City has everything we could possibly need. Come on, there’s one more floor to see.”
I had a hard time keeping my mouth closed as we strolled through the porn exhibit. The room was filled with several small screens, displaying a variety of famous sex scenes throughout American film history, and a few larger screens that popped up out of the ground, showing very explicit instructional videos. I tilted my head to get a better view of what was showing at the moment and suddenly felt that all too familiar flush of heat between my legs. “Tonight is going to be so much fun.” Eric said to me as his eyes devoured my body. “Come on, let’s go shopping.”
We walked outside for a few minutes. Conveniently located a few blocks away was the PLC Sex Shop. Eric pulled me inside, my mouth gaping open. “We’re shopping here?”
The shelves were filled with the most amazing assortment of sex toys. Eric pulled me into the lingerie section, rifling through the racks to find the perfect outfit for me. He inhaled sharply and smiled at me. “Try this.” He handed me a pair of white silk short shorts. The waistband crisscrossed in the front, the center dipping lower than the rest. The legs were ruffled with lace, and the shorts were incredibly soft. He held up a corset with the top and bottom edges ruffled with matching lace. It was also soft white silk and had baby pink ribbing up the front and a matching pink ribbon tying it together in the back.
“What are you going to wear?” I looked around, surrounded by women’s clothing. He nodded his head to the far wall, which had two racks of men’s clothing. He walked over, flipped around for a minute and found a pair of soft black leather pants.
“This store is one of the only places that sell leather pants long enough for my glorious legs.” I stared at him again. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course he shops for his clothes in sex shops. Some of the outfits I had seen him in at Fangtasia suddenly made more sense!
I shook my head at him, making my way to the dressing room, Eric following me closely. “You first.” He ordered, as he sat on the bench and watched. I stripped my clothes off slowly, teasing him with every movement. Finally, I pulled the corset on, and adjusted myself in it, enjoying the feel of the soft material brushing my stomach. I stepped into the shorts and smoothed them in place, they were very low on my hips, and the dip in the front barely covered my pubic bone. I turned around and sat in his lap so he could lace up the corset. His fingers worked quickly on the silky ribbon, tying it perfectly. He planted soft kisses all over my exposed neck, sending a shiver through me. I reluctantly stood up and wiggled in front of the mirror.
I was delighted in how feminine these clothes were, with patches of my tanned stomach peeking through the white silk. I turned around to face Eric and found a different kind of happiness on his face. I put my hands on my hips and sat down on the bench next to him, “Now it’s your turn.”
He stood up and pulled his clothes off much more quickly than I had. My little show had definitely stoked the fire inside him. He pushed his pants down and stood proudly before me, as I openly stared at his cock and his ‘glorious’ legs. He pulled the leather pants off the seat and stepped into them slowly. He had to squeeze his body into them, but when he fastened the button, I knew these pants were made for him. They were cut low too, revealing the golden trail of hair down his stomach and the indentations in his hips that I loved to kiss. I found it hard to breathe for a moment, and finally looked up into his face and nodded my head in approval.
“You will need some stockings to wear with that, and some shoes as well.” He moved out of the dressing room and riffled through the thigh highs so fast that I couldn’t even stand up to offer to help him before he was back in the room with me. He held up a package of white thigh high stockings with the same lace trim on the top as my shorts had, and pink argyle designs sweeping across the legs.
I changed back into my clothes so we could pay for our things and go. Eric didn’t bother to change back, he just pulled the tag off the pants and put it on the front counter with my pile of clothes. “Anything else, Lover?” He asked, seeing that I was drawn to the shelves of sex toys again.
“Is this for a, um, a man or a woman?” I mumbled, ashamed again at my lack of knowledge.
Eric kept his voice low, to ease my embarrassment. “It’s a strap on, fitted for a woman, to be used on a man. See the shape of the dildo? It is perfectly designed for optimal stimulation.”
“What color would you like? Purple or Black?”
“We’re getting it. For some day. Now what color would you like?” He asked again, matter of fact.
“Purple?” I shrugged.
“Done!” He grabbed the box from the shelf and put it at the register. The woman behind the counter was smiling brightly at us, her eyes drifting down Eric’s half naked body to his tight leather pants.
“Will this be all?” She asked, obviously enjoying Eric’s clothing choice. I listened to her mind, which went to a back room, where she had a toy for herself, for just such an occasion. I stifled a chuckle and thanked her before we left.
Eric pulled his shirt back on, so he was less conspicuous. “One more stop!” He announced as he pulled me into Saks Fifth Avenue.
Within moments, we were standing in front of a display of beautiful shoes, and there in the midst, were a perfect pink pair. A woman came over immediately. She didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that Eric was wearing leather pants and a dress shirt. She pulled a pair of the Dior pumps off the shelf in my size and offered them to me. I slipped my feet into them and stood up to get the full effect. They were stunning!
Eric thanked the woman and asked her to point us in the direction of the coats. I didn’t understand, since I was already wearing a coat, but followed him anyway. He found a matching pink trench coat, and it made my heart sing when he wrapped it around me, nodded his approval and took it to the register with the shoes. I just loved it when he spoiled me!
After he paid, he removed the tags and pointed to the dressing room. “I will call Phillip, while you change.” He handed me the shoes and coat and the bag from the sex shop, and stood outside while I dressed.
I emerged with the coat cinched around my waist. The pink in the stockings, shoes, and coat blended beautifully. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, eyeing the belt. I untied it and opened my coat just enough to flash my white outfit to him. He clutched his chest and beamed at me. “Phillip will be downstairs in five minutes.” He offered his arm and took the bag full of my change of clothes, as I retied the belt.
We waited just inside the doors until Eric spotted Phillip pulling up to the curb. He opened the door for me and helped me into the seat, following me closely.
“Brooklyn?” Phillip asked.
Eric handed him a piece of paper with the address Queen Tess had provided. Phillip nodded and took off.
Phillip pulled up to the curb 25 minutes later. It was 11:15. I asked Phillip if we could leave our bags in the car while we were in the club. He assured us that it would be perfectly safe, and to call him when we were ready to go back to the hotel. We bid him farewell and walked towards the building.
“Do you think you might want something to drink tonight? I mean alcohol.”
“Couldn’t hurt. Why do you ask?”
“The club will serve alcohol to you if you bring it. What would you like?”
“Be right back.” He said as he kissed my cheek and took off in the air. I watched him land a few blocks away, in front of a liquor store. Moments later, he was on the sidewalk next to me holding a paper bag. “Ready?”
I took a deep breath and followed him through the doors.
Are you ready for more?
On to Getaway Ch 37: Amante’s