Messy Ch. 18

"Dammit," Deirdre breathed. "I didn't know places like this existed."

"Oh they do, trust me. You still doing alright? These meetups can be kind of...shocking..."

"Tell me about it," she said somewhat sarcastically as we passed a booth two men and two women were eating and penetrating each other in both gay and straight variations.

We were at the Spring Formal, a party put on by the same people who organized the Halloween Bash. At least slightly inspired by Those Abhorrent Books, it gave kinky people in Minneapolis and the surrounding community a chance to dress up in formal wear and get their kink on in a semi-public venue. The organizers had rented a hotel for a weekend - I had my suspicions that it was donated by one of the attendees - and the lobby and bar area was a place for guests to mingle in expensive clothes. And fuck in and out of those expensive clothes if the mood struck them.

The rooms above were for those who wanted more privacy... which wasn't many, or sleep.

I had a two-night reservation here. I'd remembered the Spring Formal while Deirdre and I were in the attic a few weeks ago, and after a few text messages and one meeting she agreed to go and observe.

Sienna, surprisingly, hasn't been jealous at all, or if she was she didn't show it. She said it was healthy for me to get back in touch with my sexual side, and since she was on her period this weekend, she wouldn't begrudge me going.

Not that I would've brought her. I did feel somewhat - ok a lot - protective of her, and I didn't want her fucking in public - even just me - at such a young age. Someone might recognize her, and then her life going forward would be complicated. Me, I had a more or less disposable job, and a union behind me at my other job.

My teaching career was on hold for another quarter pending the outcome of the investigation - also in a holding pattern - and if the pencildicks in HR screwed me over for semester three, they were going to be dealing with a union lawyer so rabid he made honey badgers look like housecats. So I kept working at the bank and trying to spend as little as possible and wondering when my life would get back to normal and if someone would try to kill me again and if they'd be more direct this time.

We'd passed two guards on the way in, and I hoped they were armed instead of just standing there looking impressive in expensive suits. In case they weren't, I was carrying my Glock. While that might be difficult to explain to Deirdre later, three people who should've been here weren't, and I'd now seen three attempts on my life. I didn't give a shit about "difficult to explain."

Dress code was formal, and was insisted upon. Like almost all the other men here, I was wearing a tuxedo and a leather mask, Deirdre a dress and a lace mask. While I was in formal, boring black and, she was almost patriotic in her coloring. A brilliant blue knee-length silk dress showed off every curve she had, perfectly complimenting her blue eyes, pale skin, and vibrant red hair. That mane was mostly piled up in a messy bun, a few strands artfully escaping to frame her face, most of which was hidden behind lace that looked less like a domino and more like a belly-dancers veil.

She was easily one of the most beautiful women in the room.

Standing at the bar, I scanned the crowd for people I knew. It was hard to tell in a sea of identical clothing and face masks, but I did spot the giant Phillip from the Halloween Bash, and the tiny blonde on his arm must be Anya. I idly wondered if she was still wearing her bunny tail. Aside from them, nobody.

Just because I didn't recognize anyone didn't mean they didn't recognize me. I jumped a little at a tap on the shoulder, turned to my right to see a couple had moved to the bar next to me. He was medium height, with a craggy, oval face that looked like it lent itself well to either smiling or ranting. The leather mask he was wearing was rich and brown, matching the color of his almost boyish haircut.

Next to him was a slightly taller - probably heels - aristocratic looking blonde woman wearing a tight black dress and a set of diamonds that probably cost more money than I'd earn in my lifetime. Her mask was a rich white leather that swept up high at the corners of the eyes in a style somewhere between Cat and Spock. A thin, expensive leather collar circled her slim neck, attached to an equally expensive leash held in the mans left hand. She stood perfectly at ease by his side, holding a costly black handbag.

"Professor." The man's voice was smooth and rich.

I took a sip of my Wild Turkey. "Senator."

The masks were to maintain anonymity, everyone wore door-issued name badges with their preferred pseudonyms. Unlike the Halloween Bash where the goal was to fuck as much as possible and costumes might provide a shield against ones real identity being compromised, the Spring Formal was a chance to get out and socialize with your fellow kinksters - and fuck as the whim took you. Maybe develop some real life connections, if you both wanted.

"You have my sympathies about your friends. I heard there's some continuing unpleasantness surrounding that?"

I nodded, grimaced at the memory, took another drink, and grimaced at the alcohol. How did Jessie drink this so readily? "It continues."

"Would you like any help with that?"

I gave him a rueful grin. "Not sure what you could do, but I've got it under control."

"You don't like to ask for help, do you?"

"Not one bit."

He shook my hand and I felt paper press into my skin. "They were friends of ours too. Nina and James especially, he did some invaluable security work for me."

"They're missed by everyone who knew them." I examined the paper, two tickets, done up in red and black themes with an address I vaguely recognized, somewhere on the Minnesota-Wisconsin border. "What are these?"

Senator smiled warmly. "Open-ended passes to a...facility...I think you...and your date... might appreciate. A small token of our appreciation for everything you've done for this community, and gratitude for the friendship you showed the dearly departed. If you need anything, the proprietor knows how to contact me. Don't hesitate to ask. Miss."

He tipped an imaginary hat to Deirdre and then he and the blonde cut through the crowd like an ice-breaker cutting through arctic seas.

"Who was that?" Deirdre squeezed my arm to pull my attention away from the couple. I shook my head and turned back to her. "What's up?"

"Who was that?"

I recalled all my memories of Senator. "I have no idea. Spent some time with him previously. Know he's ridiculously wealthy, but I don't even know who he is. No clue what his name might be."

"Is he actually a senator?"

"I've looked through pictures of senators from the past forty years of government and can't find anyone who looks like him. Maybe he's just some rich kook who wishes he'd gotten into government?"

We ended our way through the crowd to a both along the wall and sat, sipped our drinks. "What did he mean about unpleasantness around your friends, what you'd done for the community? It sure seemed like that guy knew you."

I contemplated the inquisitive redhead over the rim of my glass. She sure did want to know a lot about a man with more fuck-you money than most small nations. "No comment." I changed topics without giving her time to respond. "You bring your paperwork?"

Deirdre blushed and pulled two pieces of paper from her handbag, pushed both across the table to me. One was a recently notarized STD test, and I handed her mine. The other piece of paper was a recently notarized hospital receipt for tubal ligation.

I stared at it a moment, slid both papers back to her. "Fuck me. Why?"

She shrugged. "My job is dangerous. It's not fair to raise a kid - especially by yourself - when you don't know if you're coming home at night. I knew I still wanted relationships, sex, I just don't want to risk a child."

I gawked. "What do you do for a living, swim in nuclear reactor pools?"

She smirked. "No comment."

We sipped at our drinks for a while, saying nothing. She was probably thinking over the new stuff she'd learned about me, I know I was contemplating her. We watched the crowd, glamorous looking people circulating, talking, in a few cases having sex or building up to it.

"Did you do what I told you?" I asked finally.

Deirdre blushed and nodded. "I did."

"How does it feel?"

"Hurt like a bitch at these time, now it feels...weird."

I smirked. "Did you like being told to do it?"

Another blush, another nod. "I did."

"You do the other thing I told you to do?"

"My safeword is 'vampire.'"

"Good."

"And you should have another piece of paper for me?"

Deirdre hesitated, reached into her handbag, pulled out a folded sheet, pushed it across the table to me, clasped and unclasped her hands nervously.

I opened it, read the lines she had written down. "You realize everything not on this list will be on the table for me to do, right?"

More clasping of the hands. "Um...yeah."

"I won't cross any of these hard limits, I'll stop if you say 'vampire,' and you'll do exactly what I say otherwise?"

"I'll try."

"Never think that you can't stop the action. Never think that you shouldn't, because I wouldn't want you to."

She swallowed nervously, took a long sip of her rum and coke. "I won't. I just..."

I stared hard at her across the table. "Deirdre."

She kind of jumped in her seat, a little shocked at the sound of her name. "What?"

"You don't need to do this if you don't want to. It's ok. I just thought..." I grinned ruefully. "I thought I'd give you a chance to live out a fantasy you otherwise couldn't. If you're uncomfortable, tell me and we'll go. That's ok."

"No, I want to stay." The redhead glanced wildly around the room, taking in the unfamiliar sights, some of them explicitly erotic. Many of the women were dressed in lingerie only. Many were dressed in jewelry only. A few couples were intertwined in booths and at tables, occasional moans and cries of pleasure rising above the din of conversation.

"Then come here."

Her dress shimmered as she slid out of her side of the booth, and then she was hiking her dress up slightly, straddling my lap. "You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah." Wide eyes, quickened breathing. I couldn't tell if she was aroused or scared. Maybe both. I slid my hand behind her neck, twined my fingers through fire-colored hair, pulled her lips to mine. Her body relaxed and she wrapped her arms around my neck as our lips moved together and our heartbeats increased with our excitement. I flicked my tongue against hers and she moaned with excitement, pushed back, soft and wet and muscular. My hand roamed her back, the curves of her waist and ass, and Deirdre began slowly rolling her hips against my lap.

We made out for a long time until the rising heat and excitement became too much for me, and I shifted her off my lap to sit next to me in the booth. "What?" she asked, surprised. "Oh..."

I slid one arm behind her neck to cushion her head while I continued kissing her, my other hand now free to roam over her body, cupping and squeezing brushing her sensitive breasts before moving down the blue silk to rub slowly between her open thighs. "You alright?"

Deirdre bit her lip and nodded, face flushing as my hand moved over her groin. "I am."

"Then let's try something else." I took my hand from her barely-covered pussy, trailed it up her arm to stroke at the strap of her dress, pulling it and the lacy bra strap underneath down. She gasped when I reached inside her dress to free her breast, again when I lowered my head to take the nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking and gently nipping it until it stood diamond-hard.

I kissed Deirdre again and she responded lustily, forcefully. When I pulled back, I looked in her darting eyes, trying to gauge her mindset. "You ok?"

"Getting there."

Once more I teased my hand down her body, this time pulling the dress slowly up her thighs, helping her adjust in the seat so I could tug it up behind her. Beneath the blue silk she was wearing diaphanous black panties over a lacy garter belt, the straps attached to stockings the color of her hair. Through the thin material I could see her newly bare pubic mound, and I rubbed at the top of the slit with my thumb. The fabric was already damp with her arousal and I could smell her feminine wetness on my fingers.

"You're so gorgeous," I breathed when I pulled back from kissing her again.

"You like the way I look tonight?"

"Oh yeah." I shifted my arm out from behind her and teased form the waistband of her panties, and she blushed deeper, lifted her ass so I could slide them down her legs and off her high heels. "Good girl."

Her breathing was hard and her eyes kept darting around the room, taking in the formal sights, the erotic couplings, the people milling about us like nothing was out of the ordinary. "It's ok," I told her, stroking her cheek. "This is fine."

"I know. Just...ohhh..."

I shifted one leg to my lap, opening her legs further, and she leaned back in the corner of the booth as I began to manipulate her glistening wet privates, teaching the lips, rubbing circles over her clit, sliding two fingers into the tight channel.

Deirdre shifted in the booth, clutching her tits and grinding her head into the wall as my fingers brought her arousal to full boil... She cried out loudly when she went over the edge, humping her bare bottom across the bench, the involuntary motions feeling like her twat was trying to pull my fingers deeper in.

"That was... Nice..." she said breathlessly after she 'd calmed down a bit.

"You sure seemed vocal about how nice it was."

Deirdre stuck her tongue out at me and I smirked at her. "That gives me an idea..."

"Oh..." she blushed at the thought.

"It's ok if you don't want to, I just wanted to bring you here tonight to get the opportunity..."

"I'll do it." He voice sounded like she was working her strength up. She crawled across my body with a delicious slither, and I gave her bare bottom a slight smack. The sad/angry look that she gave me over her shoulder got me rock hard in seconds, even before she knelt by the side of the booth. "Scoot over."

I moved to sit at the end of the bench, and she ran her hands up and down my black pants, feeling my muscular legs beneath. Lust blazed in her eyes as she looked up at me, and she nuzzled my crotch, rubbing her head against the hard bulge in my pants. Extending her tongue, she licked at the fabric, traced the outline of my cock through the fabric. "You want me to do something with this great dick?" she asked innocently.

"Oh yeah."

She slowly unzipped my fly, reached into my pants, and pulled out my stiffening meat. "Oh, that's nice." Looking up at me with innocent eyes, she very slowly brushed at the straining, swollen head with her lips, delicate kisses, before taking a few tentative licks with the tip of her tongue. "You want this?"

I nodded.

"You want me to suck your dick here in front of all these people?" Her face was flushed, breathing heavy with lust, with the headiness of the situation. "You want me to show all of them how absolutely intoxicated I am by the thought of having it inside me."

I reached out and stroked her cheek. "Absolutely, that feels marvelous."

"And how are you gonna fuck me after?" Deirdre's lips closed delicately around the head and she sucked, hard, then those lips stretched around my shaft and the sensitive underside of my dick slid along the soft, wet surface of her tongue.

I groaned at the pleasurable sensations being created in my sensitive flesh and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. "Wow..."

She pulled off and looked up at me. "Tell me, please..."

I refocused on the gorgeous redhead kneeling in front of me, tried to drag my mind away from the ecstasy she was creating in my rod. "I'm gonna bend you over this table and eat you out. Make sure you're nice and wet, and then fuck you until everyone in this bar hears you cum."

Deirdre batted her eyes at me and her voice was innocent, a striking contrast to the dick she was nuzzling. "You're going to fuck me here? Bent over this table? In front of all these people?"

"Yes, I am. And after that, I'm finally going to have that fantastic ass of yours."

"My ass?" She feigned a worried look and voice. "Oh, I don't know if I should let you do that..."

"Who said anything about 'letting?'" I guided her head back down onto my erection, and closed my eyes briefly to enjoy. The redhead was enthusiastic and very obviously turned on, bobbing up and down on my shaft, fighting to sink down to the base, her nose tickling my pelvis while her tongue tickled my scrotum and the involuntary contractions of her invaded throat tickled the head. She'd back off with a satisfied gap and slowly jack my saliva-covered rod while meeting my eyes with a lust-filled gaze, then dive back down.

I leaned over and tugged at the back of her electrically blue dress, pulling the hem up over her hips, exposing her completely. She inhaled in surprise with my cock in her mouth, shifting to open her legs and arch her back, and then returned to fellating me.

Climax came quickly with such talented oral action, and after the first spurt went straight down her throat, Deirdre pulled back to allow it to fill in her mouth, holding just the head between her lips while I visibly pulsed and throbbed. When she was satisfied there wasn't any more semen imminent, the redhead stood to show me the mouthful of white fluid she'd collected from me before swallowing it all down in one gulp.

I rose and kissed her, hard, forcefully, then turned her around and manhandled her onto the table, face down, her dress still riding above her pale ass, the garter straps digging slightly into her skin. I knelt behind her, running my hands up and down her stocking-clad legs. Eye-level with her pussy, and I could see the engorged flesh glistening with her excitement. "You comfortable?"

"Yes," she responded, a slightly nervous squeak.

I looked around at the glamorous crowd. At least three couples I could see in my immediate vicinity were already going at it. Good. I didn't want Deirdre to think she was on display... At least in a way that would make her uncomfortable in a way she didn't want.

Dammit, I was overthinking. I stopped thinking too much and ran my tongue up the inside of one thigh before pushing her legs apart and pushing my face into her privates from behind, thrusting and flicking my tongue into her wet tunnel, pulling her cheeks apart to give me better access. Deirdre twitched and shifted and moaned as I ate her out. Unable to get good access to her clitoris due to the angle, I contented myself with working around the edges, licking and sucking at her lower lips while pushing two fingers into her, alternating between straight thrusts and downward-hooked strokes off her g-spot. The ass in my face bucked backward rhythmically and I could feel liquid leaking down my fingers and hand.

The pleasured noises increased and I changed up my attack, licking up between her ass cleavage to flick my tongue against her tight brown pucker while working my thumb into her juicing pussy and stroking her slit with my index and middle fingers. Deirdre squeaked at the unexpected change in stimulation, and then went wild at from the pleasurable overload. She shrieked loudly and clawed at the sides of the table, pushing back against my face and fingers. I could feel the clench of flesh around my thumb as she went over into orgasm with a loud cry.

I kept up my stimulation just a moment longer, then stood and freed my revived erection through my fly, pressed the swollen head to her wet entrance. So caught up in the waves of climax washing through her was Deirdre that she barely reacted to my slow and steady penetration, moving only once I was fully sheathed inside, wiggling her hips to acknowledge my presence. I gripped her hips and began thrusting, enjoying the slippery compression around my rod. This girl got wetter than just about anyone I'd ever been with.