Seraphina curled up on the couch at her mother's house. She had the TV on and was watching The Bachelorette to try and get her mind off what it was tragically stuck on. The best she could do was move it to 3rd or 4th on the list. She found herself staring through the television half the time. It was on demand, so she kept rewinding to rewatch what her mind would not allow her to see the first time through. How could she have allowed herself to be charmed by a man that had so much weakness in him? He allows every little thought that enters his head to distract him from what he claims to love doing. If he gets this pulled away from his work, how easily will he be pulled away from me after we have been married 2, 5, or 10 years down the road? There is no way I can marry this guy. I need a man that has passion, but whose passion does not change every week or 2. Sera hears voices outside and stands up to look out the window. She lies back down where she was watching TV and falls asleep.
The next day flew by fairly fast for Sera. She spent much of the day with her mother and her mother's latest boyfriend. The three of them got along very well, given that Sera's mother, Priya, was originally from Sri Lanka. She came to America just after she had gotten pregnant with Sera from her boyfriend, who had gotten in legal trouble. Priya lived with her aunt and uncle and baby Sera as she finished school. Priya had a few boyfriends as Sera grew up, but nothing so serious as to affect Sera and her day-to-day.
The new man that Sera's mother was seeing was a white man by the name of Eric. He seems to have many of the qualities that Kyle was lacking, and Sera could only focus on how she wished she could find a guy like her mother found. They must be around if her mother, who was getting along in age now, was able to find one. He was a political advisor to the challenger for the gubernatorial seat for the next election. As yet they have not announced the candidacy, but that did not make his job any less stressful. Yet Eric could shut it on and off like a switch when he came home. If he got a call, he could make moves and be right back with us after the call. She was sure once the race really got started, it would burn up more of his time, but for now it was nice.
After the sun went down, she wondered what Kyle was doing but shifted her mind onto other things. She had a little too much wine with dinner and was able to pass out with little trouble.
Monday came and went. Tuesday was much of the same. Still no word for Kyle. Maybe he had moved on already, or maybe he had gotten himself killed running around like a child with adult abilities, pushing buttons he should not be pushing. After the sun went down, the air was cool, but the ground was still warm from the heat of the sun, so Sera walked around her mother's property.
She had an old iron fence that followed the sidewalk that came about waist high. There were 2 trees, one on either side of the walk that went from the sidewalk all the way up to the concrete step that led into the house. The trees were so big that even during the day they would block the sun from ever reaching the ground. The grass was more like moss, really. They only need mowing 3 or 4 times a year and seem to stay green all year round. There was a hedge wall on both sides of the property that separated her house from the houses on either side. That was the only real yardwork that needed to be kept up. Sera lit up a cigarette. A habit from high school that she has been walking away from but just can't seem to keep away from.
It was still early, so she decided to take a short walk so her mother would not nag her for the cigarette after she got back to the house. She stopped at a streetlight to finish her smoke, and a voice came from behind her.
"Do you have another one of those?" She spun around quickly. She had not noticed anyone around as she walked up. It was almost as though he appeared out of thin air. He was of average height with a triangular face. He held himself strong so he appeared much taller than he was. Furthermore, he had a smooth, almost perfectly shaped head with light facial hair, looking both dangerous, strong and safe all at once. She fumbled into her pocket and got out another cigarette for him with a lighter.
"Long day?" He asked her. His eyes were brown with this intense interest behind them, as if he really wanted to know, not just making idle conversation. "Very long." she said back to him, with hope he would push a little harder. "Let me take a stab. I would say it's your mother or maybe a boyfriend." "Good guess." She said. "Is he stepping out on you?" The man asked. "No, nothing like that. Matter of fact, I don't even think he would know what to do with another woman if he was able to find a side piece." The man gave her a sly grin and stretched out his hand. "My name is Abraxas; most of my friends just call me Brax." "Brax, that is a very unusual name. I am Seraphina. Everyone calls me Sera." She felt butterflies in her stomach as she touched his hand. "Let me know if I step out of line here, but I think the real problem is that you don't think you deserve to have any fun. Maybe after you reach a goal you set for yourself, you refuse to let yourself relax when you're stressed out or have a bad day." Sera's emotional defenses went up slightly. Brax began again, "I know just the thing. There is this club just a couple miles up the road there. I was heading in that direction. The girl I was meeting here had a family emergency and had to cancel on me. Why don't you tag along? I bet it will be just the thing you need to get your mind right." Sera looked him up and down. She could feel the pull that he already had on her. She hesitated and then slowly shook her head, "I think I will have to pass" "Yeah?" He asked to allow her a second chance. "Yeah." I think I am going to call it a night after this smoke." "All right."
With his hand out, he made a card appear out of thin air. He started to hand her the card and then pulled it back, saying, "If you ever change your mind, you can call me anytime. A lady as pretty as you should not have this much stress held in. You might have an aneurysm or adopt a dog you don't even want or something." She laughed and lunged forward, spitting on his face. She could feel her face turn red. "What was that?" He said to her with laughter in his voice. "That is what I am talking about. You have been holding so much stress you laugh and almost killed yourself." She was still smiling and realized she had gotten much closer to him than she had even realized. Brax began to walk away. Turning back and pointing at her, "Any time." He said it with his eyes. She saw she had missed a call from Kyle. She checked her voicemail, and he was going on about how she has responsibilities at home too. That she needs to get back home, that he found his sister, and he won't be able to talk to her unless she helps him role-play. She hung up the phone before the message was even over, and she yelled out, "Brax!!... Anytime?" He held out his elbow as she ran to catch up with him.
They went in through the front door. That door was normally used only for the funeral home. The door led to an entryway that had 2 doors. The left door went to the funeral home; the right opened up to a short hall that only had an elevator. The elevator had 3 buttons. G-B1-2, Brax pushed 2, and he closed the large metal gate, and the lift began to move up slowly.
He said to her, "Before you walk in, I want you to let go of all your emotions. Every thought that you have ever had about how you feel about something, I want you to let it all go. If you're going to enjoy yourself tonight, you need to see whatever it is you're about to see with new eyes. Can you do that for me, Sera?" He looked at her with complete seriousness. His eyes looked honest and a bit sad. The lift stopped, and the music was so loud it felt as if the lift was still moving. He looked at her through the top of his eyes and asked if she was ready to walk out by nodding his head at her. Sera shook her head with the anticipation of a child about to unwrap a Christmas present.
She walked out behind him, reaching for his hand for any emotional shock she thought might be too much. She grabbed onto the rail that ran around the second floor of the club. Not only that, but she looked down to see nude, semi-nude, and black-clad bodies in an orgy of freedom and celebration. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes passed over the spectacle that was presented to her. She was frozen with shock and shame at the same time. She closed her eyes and thought about what Brax had said to her. As she opened her eyes again, she looked at the bar, at Sonya. Without even realizing it, she had bitten her bottom lip and was rubbing her legs together.
He led her to his office. One wall was made entirely of glass and was at such a perfect angle you could see the entire club and everything that was going on down on the floor. She stood at the glass for a long time with her forehead and her breasts pressed against the glass. Like her body wanted to feel what was going on down on the floor. Brax walked up behind her. He put one hand on her him and the other hand around her neck. Her eyes closed and her head fell back with reflex as if he was about to lower her into an orgy of emotional chaos. He spun her around to face him and her eyes opened.
Eyes full of courage and determination she says to him "I want to go down." "You do?" He asked her. "I want to go down now. How to I get to the floor?" Brax started to laugh, "Alright, we are open all night. They are not going anywhere." "Wait, this is your club? Your not just the manager or something?" She said in almost disbelief. "This is not the kind of club where an owner can live another life and have someone manage it. In a club like this, the owner has to be part of the community. If I were to go do something else for a while, the energy here would vanish with me. I am this club and this club, it is me." He went back by his desk again. "Let me walk you down" he said to her. She felt energy so strong rise up from inside her she felt as if she was going to be sick. Abraxas motioned to her to follow him out the other door. They walked over to his special seat, and around down the stairs. He motioned to security to keep an extra special eye on her. They could tell she was not of this lifestyle and if anything negative were to happen… NOTHING negative can happen.
Just as they reached the floor of the club, as the music was touching her soul, Brax looked deep into her eyes. He reached into her mind and let flow the oxytocin and dopamine all through her brain. By the time she reached the floor and started to move, she had goosebumps and chills all down her spine, arms, and legs. In between her legs was so hot, you could light a cigarette. She took her dress off to reveal a matching black and purple bra, panties with garters, and black thigh-highs. She was molesting her body to the music. If you looked close enough, you could actually see her legs shake from orgasm. She was completely hooked. Abraxas may have taken her there, but it was Kyle that had set the stage for this to happen.
The energy, the atmosphere, and the hormones would have played a little role, but all would have had little effect if he had been what she needed at the time. Now she was so desperate for a release, there was nothing he would have been able to do to keep her from crossing the line into the forbidden. Funny thing about the world today. The forbidden is only forbidden until you get inside. Once inside, it just… is. Not bad, not good, not anything but is and is not. This club didn't change her. Kyle moved her into a corner that she didn't feel comfortable in. She wasn't happy living in that corner. Once she was let out, she ran as far away in her mind as she could, and now she belongs to the club. Or maybe the club belongs to her.
Security was pushing people out the door to close up, Sera was still vibrating like a tuning fork. She sat at the bar waiting for the thrill to burn away like everything else in her life, but he seemed to just keep going. She was squeezing her legs together like she had to pee. Fingers gripping the padding in front of the bar like she was on a roller coaster. Brax came to sit beside her, across from Sonya.
Sera looked at Sonya and said, "I'm sorry, but I have to ask, are those real?" Sonya looked down at where Sera was looking, gave a sly grin, and walked away. "Now what?" Sera asked. "Now we go back to the after party." Brax began to stand up. "Where do we go for that?" She asked. "Do you see those steps in the back there?" He said. All the lights were on now; it was much easier to make everything out. "Just follow Sonya; she is going there now." Sonya reached out her hand to lead the way. "Come on, brown suga, you ain't seen a thing till you've been to an after-party that Brax do. You should see this place at new years." Sonya's voice trails off as she gets further away. "I came so much one year I was laid up with dehydration and exhaustion for a week!"
Kara walks out from the back room behind the bar. "You think this is a good idea, Brax? He clearly was not hearing anything you had to tell him. Aside from outright killing him, this was the most humane thing to do." Kara says, as calm as she can without sounding like she is second-guessing him, "You are the boss, baby, and I will follow your lead with this. Just let me know what you need me to do. I will kill Kyle myself if you want me to." Kara runs her finger down the scruff on Brax's face. "You are my most precious asset. Shit would have to get thick for me to send you out to kill your own brother. You know you are my princess killer. If I need you, baby, I will call on you. Until that day comes, just hang back and harvest all the fruit you can from the tree I planted." Brax gives Kara a long kiss on the forehead and heads back home to the after-party to complete what he has started with Sera. If this does not show him that the closer he gets, the more people around him are going to vanish, die, or try to kill him, I am not sure what will.
When Brax and Kara got to the house. They found 20 to 30 people engaged in conversation with music playing in the corner by the bar. Sonya and Jade were dancing with a few guys who thought they hit the jackpot when they were asked to come back to the house. The human females that were asked to come back, were acting like this was nothing special, but they were grouped into one another as if they walked into something they were not ready for. This group was clearly not from the club. They must have been invited by some of the guys that work for me.
You could see that as time passed, they were starting to get comfortable once they saw that nothing insane was going on. Really just a wind-down from the night. After the last few nights, I was going to make sure that this was as calm as it could be.
Sera was attempting to have a conversation with Chad, who was behind the bar. She was not getting very far. Brax went over to Sera to assist with communication. "What is this guy's deal?" Sera asked, once Brax got close. "This is Chad; he is my loyal friend, and he is not real big on conversation," Brax tries to clarify the situation. Brax told Chad to keep an eye on everyone and make sure nobody gets off somewhere they should not get off to.
Brax gave Sera the dime tour, finishing on the lowest living level. The floor below where the party was still active. He showed her the living areas where most of the family never even go. The bedrooms were enormous and looked as if nobody had been in them for years, all but Chad's, who did not have a sleeping coffin elsewhere in the house. They avoided his room for that reason. Now the room that Abraxas sleeps in does have a coffin, but it is well hidden.
As they walked in, Sera could see that the room was covered in black and red with gold trim. The walls were done up to look as if there were large windows on 2 of the walls even though they were in the basement. The wall to the left of the door had knick-knacks of what a Hungarian ruler might have in his bedroom. The wall that the doorway was in looked flush as if a decorator forgot about that wall entirely. Brax grabbed a remote from the ottoman, and the wall started to move. A television, stereo, and a full entertainment center opened up. Sera asked, "What are on the other sides? The parts that didn't open up?" Brax smiled and asked her, "Would you like to see?" Sera nodded her head.
With the touch of his remote, suits and clothing flew out from the wall as if she were in the movie The Matrix. On the other side was a large bar and surveillance system that had eyes on the entire place. A fireplace popped out on the bottom of the wall with the antiques and lit itself up.
Sera felt a rush wash over her body, and her muscles let go as if she were begging him to take her. Brax felt the energy she was sending rip through him like a whip through butter. She was still wearing the underwear she had stripped down to in the club. Brax kissed her; his arms felt hard as rock yet soft as bread. He picked her up and set her on the bed. The lights flashed off, and candles lit themselves on all sides of them. He took his shirt off and began to kiss down her neck, unhooking her bra. She kicked her shoes off and plunged her hand down the front of Brax's pants. She popped open the buttons of his pants, then pulled her panties down as fast as she could. Leaving her thigh-highs in place, she pulled his pants and shorts down in one fluid motion.
She took his semi-rigid fleshlight into her mouth. Drawing back as hard as she could and pulling her head back like she was siphoning his semen out of its home. He turned on his side and widened her legs to expose her, already open, He began to chew lightly with his lips and tongue like her clitoris was ice cream at the bottom of a cone he just couldn't get. He eased his fingers inside her and began to motion like he wanted her closer with his fingers. As they both climaxed and consumed each other, he flipped her over on her stomach, putting a pillow under her front hip; he began a rhythm like he was priming for oil, and he found the lubrication he had been pumping for as she came again, and then again.
The crescendo was reached the third time, and she spun herself around and pushed him onto his back. She got into a crabwalk stance and began to raise and lower her hips over his large shaft. Like a gyro-drop moving up and down. Every time she would peak, her white cream would accumulate at the base of his shaft. Her brown wet skin would erotically contrast the evidence of her orgasm. She slid off his lever and began to touch herself as she started to cum. Covering his face, mouth, and chest, his tongue pushed out to know her flavor. She spun over and pressed her clit against his face and began to suck and stroke as fast and as hard as she could as he was licking her from anus to clit. By the time he filled her mouth with his love, she was nearly drowning him in the proof of her own. She spun back around slowly, and with her head on his chest, they both fell into a deep sleep, never waking until the next afternoon.