The New Neighbor Pt. 05

Amber wasn't wearing any underwear so it was a strange sensation as the pantyhose rubbed her pussy slightly with each step. She had a small, black, clutch purse in her hand; containing her ID, cash and a couple of other items. Ms. V. rolled her window down when Amber was less than halfway to the car.

"Go put that back in the house."

Amber froze in her tracks. It took her a second to understand what Ms. V. meant and almost let an 'um' slip.

"My clutch?" Amber practically shouted.

Ms. V. was sitting in the back seat of the car, which was still about thirty yards away, and the window was only halfway down.

"Yes. Put it back inside." Ms. V. did not seem impressed by the addition to the outfit.

"Ok, well can one of you hold on to my ID and stuff then?"

Ms. V. laughed loudly.

"You don't need your ID or 'stuff' when you're with me. Put that bag back inside and then get into the car."

She continued chuckling, quietly, while she rolled up the window as though Amber had said something very funny. Amber lingered for a second and then awkwardly returned to the house, put the clutch on a small table near the front door, re-locked it and hurried toward the car. Raphael had gotten out of the driver's seat and opened the car door for Amber so she sat next to Ms. V. and was hit with Ms. V.'s increasingly familiar, delicious scent. Ms. V. placed her hand on Amber's knee.

"Amber, you look absolutely wonderful!"

The divider between the front and back seats was closed, making the car seem more like a limo. The modifications made the car's backseat feel so spacious and luxurious. Ms. V. poured champagne for herself and Amber. As they drove, for about an hour, Amber had two glasses of champagne and was starting to feel a little buzzed as she looked out of the window. She watched the lights fly past until the car finally slowed down and entered into a roundabout that was in front of a club called the Blue Haze, their apparent destination.

It was clear that other cars parked elsewhere, no one else was driving in the roundabout. There were oodles of scantily clad women and well-dressed men on the surrounding sidewalks. Tons of traffic could be seen on nearby streets, trying to get into parking lots, but no other cars in the roundabout, as if they weren't supposed to drive there. Nevertheless, a valet was there to greet them quickly.

The valet opened the door for Raphael and while Raphael hurried to open the door for Ms. V., the valet opened the door for Amber. It seemed to be a familiar routine. Ms. V. swung her long legs and strappy heels out of the open door and stepped out of the car, looking like a celebrity. Raphael extended his hand to her as she stood all the way.

Ms. V. straightened her shoulders and turned toward the valet who was coming her way. She gave him a smile and a handshake and Amber caught a glimpse of the young man slipping a one hundred dollar bill into his pocket. Raphael gave the keys to the valet then then gently took Ms. V.'s elbow and gestured them all forward.

Amber felt as if she was part of a celebrity entourage as the three of them made their way through the dark, loud club. Music was pulsing loudly, lights came from underneath the futuristic looking floor, flashing to the rhythm of the music making each step feel like you were floating away into the song.

There was artificial smoke hanging, heavily, in the air, with multiple laser lights occasionally cutting through. Amber noticed the club had an incredibly fresh smell of faint traces of eucalyptus and something else. She had never been in a club that actually smelled good! Usually they smelled like B.O.!

It was hard to see as Amber tried to take in her surroundings. Couches and small private areas were on the outskirts of the entire place and she noticed at least four different small bars within eyesight. The place was absolutely huge and packed with people. All of the walls were stone and made to look like waterfalls with real water sparkling in the club lights and vibrant blue lights at the bottom.

She looked up and saw incredibly high ceilings with grand chandeliers at the top. Amber had never seen anything like it! Ms. V. and Raphael cut through the crowd expertly, the two of them walking side by side, as Amber followed behind in their wake. Amber wasn't sure if it was because everyone knew them or if their obvious, undeniable power caused the sea of people to part.

They made their way toward the back corner of the club where there was a small stage nestled, somewhat, out of sight. It had a stripper pole that was off-centered but almost within reach from where they were standing. Multiple mirrors were angled around the stage, including on the ceiling. Amber had never been to a strip club but this didn't seem like a strip club...one lone pole in a club this big and extravagant seemed like a fun amenity.

A young girl came bouncing over in dark blue lingerie with a tray of three champagne flutes. She was fairly attractive and wearing lots of make-up, all over her body as well, that made her pale skin shimmer. Her energy was high but didn't seem genuine. She had a big, odd smile that almost looked like she was baring her teeth. Her eyes seemed flat and lacked luster, opposite of her breasts spilling over her dark bra. She had matching stockings and garters plus a pair of incredibly high heels.

"It's so good to see you Ms. V.! I've missed you!! Here's some champagne, and everything in your room is ready."

She gave air kisses that seemed a little cheesy and forced. Ms. V. smiled, with closed lips, and took the champagne. She turned toward Raphael and Amber and wordlessly nodded her head toward the tray, gesturing they do the same.

Amber and Raphael took their glasses as Ms. V. walked forward without saying anything to the girl. She went through a door that was almost totally out of sight. Amber followed, glancing back to see the girl roll her eyes and walk away with an attitude.

Raphael gently nudged Amber, as they walked behind Ms. V., silently lifted his glass and Amber gave a quiet mini toast in return. It was the first time she'd seen Raphael drink.

Behind the hidden door, there was an elevator and another door, a small window revealing stairs on the other side. Raphael pushed the elevator button and, within moments, the doors dinged open and the three of them filed into the large inside.

The elevator had dark brown, glossy finished walls that were slightly reflective. It was almost like a fun house as distorted images of them stretched all around. There were four buttons...B, 1, 2, and 3. Raphael pushed the button for the third floor.

"This place is amazing." Amber whispered under her breath.

"It is something unique. I very much enjoy spending time here and I used to come here often," Ms. V. sighed.

"You can't really find clubs like this," Raphael laughed.

"Well, it also helps to have the owner under your thumb!"

Ms. V. grabbed Raphael's arm while she stifled a laugh. They exchanged a look like there was some inside joke.

"Ah, I have to wonder what good ole Raul is up to these days," Raphael rolled his eyes playfully.

The elevator dinged again as the doors opened up to the third floor. Amber had been silent and breathed a little sigh of relief because elevators had always made her feel claustrophobic.

They walked out into a small hallway that had ceiling to floor mirrors. Then the room opened up. There was a huge wrap around couch, chairs, bean bags, a kitchenette and a stripper pole. A little past the main area, another small seating area extended out over the dance floor and had a rounded balcony. Amber was drawn to the balcony, her hands squeezing the railing as she bent over, looking at the crowds below.

There was a huge swarm of people dancing. It was an incredible view of the dance floor. It was at the right height with lights so the crowd could easily be seen through all of the smoke. Amber felt a thrill as she watched people dancing and gyrating as if no one was watching.

Suddenly Amber caught a whiff of a smell that was becoming more and more seductive. She looked over her shoulder and saw Ms. V. standing next to her. Amber had been in such a trance, watching the crowd, she had no idea when Ms. V. got there.

"This balcony is one of my favorite things about this club."

Ms. V.'s cat eyes scanned the crowd, the many different colored lights rhythmically jumping across her angular face. Amber was admiring Ms. V.'s beauty while Ms. V. continued to speak, with her eyes on the crowd.

"I have had many private events here and I always find myself coming up to this balcony, by myself, for a little while. I'm sure I'll be here many times again. The crowd always looks practically the same."

"It's enchanting." Amber agreed.

Her eyes were still watching the lights flicker across Ms. V.'s smooth skin. Ms. V. turned around and met Amber's gaze.

"Did you have fun last night, Amber?"

"Yes, Ms. V., it was a lot of fun!"

Ms. V. turned her face back toward the crowd. She had this satisfied, almost mesmerized expression.

"Tell me what you liked about it."

Amber hesitated, turned her eyes to the crowd and took a moment to think.

"It was something new. I had never really been able to openly enjoy a woman before so when she was telling me what to do, it made it a lot easier. I don't know how to explain it, it was just exciting! A lot more thrilling than any other sexual encounter I've had!" Amber smiled nervously, biting her lip.

"Mmm," Ms. V. said as she nodded and licked her full lips.

"That's good to hear. Do you want to continue experiencing this lifestyle?"

Her cat eyes returned to Amber, scanning her face for answers. Amber quickly glanced over her shoulder, seeing Raphael sitting on a couch and watching the two of them. Amber looked back at Ms. V. and practically whispered.

"Yes, Ms. V."

"It won't always be like last night. It's actually fairly uncommon for people to see my home, usually only the inner circle does. There will be a variety of different settings and not every service will come with payment but I'm sure you will feel properly compensated!"

Amber gave a small giggle.

"Does this mean I'm in the inner circle?"

"Not quite but almost! You have, somewhat, lucked out." Ms. V. winked at Amber.

Ms. V. turned to walk toward Raphael and excitedly made an announcement.

"Let's celebrate!"

Amber smiled broadly and went to join them at the sitting area. Ms. V. pushed a button that was on the wall, underneath a mounted phone. After pushing the button, a bare purple light bulb lit up higher on the wall. Amber noticed a matching purple light bulb turn on simultaneously downstairs at one of the bar areas and, seconds later, the phone on the wall rang. Ms. V. picked it up.

"Yes. I would like a bottle of champagne and a round of shots for the three of us. Tell Monique to make them and bring them up."

Amber was sitting on a love seat on the outskirts of the balcony next to Raphael and Ms. V. was perched on the armrest of another couch as she finished her phone conversation. Amber lightly protested.

"Oh, I don't really like taking shots."

"Nonsense, we have reason to celebrate. Just one!"

Ms. V. winked and gracefully hung the phone on the wall. She slunk over to Raphael and Amber, her fingers lightly running through each of their hair.

"Amber, I'm happy you've gotten along with us so well. It's almost as if you were plucked out of the sky! An excellent edition. Wouldn't you agree, Raphael?"

Ms. V. continued tickling Amber's face and scalp with her long nails. She had a smug smile and her cat eyes slowly rolled over toward Raphael as she spoke. It seemed like there was some sort of meaning in her look. Raphael looked down at the ground, trying to suppress a small grin, as his blushing was visible even in the nightclub lighting.

"I think she's perfect. You know how I feel."

He sounded bashful but he spoke his words with quiet conviction. Amber sat with her knees pressed together, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress, and was absentmindedly running the back of her hand up and down her nylon stockings and found the feeling was somewhat soothing to her. Ms. V. was slowly looking between Raphael, Amber, and the crowd that was a couple of floors below the balcony as there was unspoken sexual tension hanging in the air.

The dinging of the elevator cut through the air, giving Amber a sense of relief. She looked in the direction of the elevator hallway and saw a stunning woman come into view. Amber was awestruck by her perfect body, the mirrors revealing almost every angle. The girl was wearing the same navy blue lingerie as the other girl that greeted Ms. V., earlier. It must have been a uniform for the cocktail waitresses.

The difference was incredible. A 'who wore it best' contest would have been a landslide in favor of this new woman. She looked like a queen! She had dark brown, rich, smooth skin. Her make-up created gold highlights over her entire body and her hair was a bouncy, natural Afro.

She had full breasts, a long torso, a dramatic collarbone, visible hipbones, soft curves and legs that went on for days! She walked with a tray in hand, each step hypnotic. Her beauty was spell-casting. A smile broke across her face as she got closer to Ms. V. and their eyes locked onto each other.

"Well, well, well! I was wondering when I would see you again," The girl said with a slight southern accent as she approached.

"Monique! It's a pleasure to see you but I have to wonder what you're still doing here. You know, you should come work for me, entirely!"

Ms. V. was smiling warmly, watching Monique put down the tray of drinks on a nearby table.

"You know I like to do my own thing. I'll admit, I'm here longer than I thought I'd be but I'm good!"

Monique revealed a set of pearly white, straight teeth. Her smile was sincere. Amber admired the way the high heels Monique was wearing enhanced the definition of her legs. Her body was like a slightly curvier Naomi Campbell.

Raphael stood to greet her, lightly kissing her cheek as Ms. V. had her hand on the small of Monique's back. The three of them were quietly talking to each other, barely out of Amber's earshot, and giggling.

They appeared to be old, and very touchy, friends that hadn't seen each other in a while. Monique opened the bottle of champagne and topped off everyone's glasses and handed shots to Amber and Raphael with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"This is a new concoction I came up with. Be careful, these sneak up on ya!" Amber curiously looked toward Ms. V.

"Where's your shot, Ms. V.?"

Ms. V. gave one of her typical winks back.

"I don't do shots but don't you worry about me. Everyone will be taken care of."

"Yes, you will, as long as I'm here! Ms. V. likes to test me and see if I remember and I always do!" Monique giggled.

She wiggled, dancing through them all, as Raphael took his shot glass with a small smile. Ms. V. playfully nudged the beautiful cocktail waitress.

"But miss Monique, where is your shot?"

"Ms. V., you always tempt me to be so bad! You know I'm not going to drink on the job!"

Monique got a little more serious but she still had a light and playful manner.

"That's fine. You must give me a call whenever you're ready to leave this club. You know I'll support any of your ventures."

Ms. V. looked at Monique intensely. All of this was happening in a split second.

"Mhm. You know I have your number. It's been so good to see you."

Monique bent in to give Ms. V. a slight kiss on the cheek then flicked her fingers, giving a small, flirty wave to Amber and Raphael. She then turned and disappeared into the elevator hallway, her curly Afro and ample bottom bouncing as she walked. Once the elevator gave the loud ding, announcing the three were alone again, Ms. V. started giving instructions.

"Come over here. Enjoy the view from the balcony and take your shots here."

Amber and Raphael obliged, shots in hand, overlooking the huge crowd below.

"Cheers to, well, to everything working out perfectly. Life is beautiful!" Ms. V. gave a toast, raising her champagne to their shots.

Everyone then took hefty gulps. Amber and Raphael each put back a high priced three ounce mixed shot of something strong. They didn't know what it was but they knew Monique knew what she was doing.

Amber stood in the middle with Ms. V. to her left and Raphael to her right. The three of them were in a line overlooking the people below as the loud music and the warmth of the shot crept into Amber's bones. She was starting to dance, bumping her hips into both Ms. V. and Raphael.

The three of them started to get intertwined in their dance moves. All of them still standing in a line, each of them with at least a hand on the balcony railing. They were all gyrating, their legs rubbing up and down each other's. Ms. V. kept encouraging them to drink champagne, she even ordered a couple of more rounds of shots for Amber and Raphael.

Ms. V. would step away for a second and push the same button she had earlier. Monique brought up multiple rounds of shots and each time, Amber became a little fuzzier, more outgoing and friendly toward all of them.

By Monique's third trip up, Amber was running to greet her with kisses on the cheek and trying to help by grabbing the tray out of Monique's hands and giggling at every word that came out of her mouth.

After their fourth shot, Ms. V. said Amber and Raphael were cut off because they were walking in big, wide steps all over the VIP balcony and talking in loud voices while joking and singing along to songs and having fun with each other. They were clearly drunk but still coherent and aware.

The two of them ended up by the balcony, again, standing next to each other and their bodies touching. Raphael drunkenly put his arm over Amber's shoulder and tried to make eye contact with her as he whipped his slightly bobbling head, due to the champagne, shots, and loud music, over to look at her.

"Amber. Amber! I really like you, Amber. I hope you know this. Truly, you are like my perfect girl. How could I be so lucky to stumble into this? Well, maybe it wasn't luck, it's complicated... but your Aunt and Uncle, bless them! Bless them! I'm so happy you're here."

Raphael was slightly slurring and rambling and his voice sounded a little different than usual. Amber was smiling and listening to him ramble as she enjoyed watching his eyes ping back and forth as he seemed to think about different things. Amber had a million questions for him but she couldn't think of how to word them. She wanted to appreciate the moment as if it were a piece of live art. She moved her hand toward Raphael so their hands were overlapping on the balcony railing.

They both turned to look at each other at the same time. Amber felt a deep stirring inside of her when she looked into his brown eyes. She had a feeling this man would accept anything about her and would be there for any sort of journey. Amber was elated to know there was more in store.

Ms. V. had said it was a different type of lifestyle, making it seem like this was a regular thing. Amber was loving everything Ms. V. was sharing and she liked spending time with Raphael. Amber knew Ms. V. and Raphael were some sort of a joint package but she wanted them both, equally. As Amber was thinking, Ms. V. moved behind the two of them, placed a hand on each of their backs, turned to look at Amber and then at Raphael.

"Somehow, I didn't know it would go this well! Amber, we're here to celebrate you, tonight."

Ms. V. looked between the two of them again.

"You're an excellent dancer, Amber. I love it! Keep going!" Ms. V. encouraged Amber.