Friday Night at the Demon

Nick enjoys watching Tommy over the few days before the Friday meet with Mistress May. Tommy picks up the address and directions from Kate, who has a quick briefing for her. In the morning, a costume arrives by courier from May, a tight black rubber top and skirt with long thigh-high rubber boots. It's the right size, and it has a ruffled lace top that swings around the front so Tommy doesn't have to feel so nervous about her flat chest. Tommy races to the bedroom to try everything on, then proudly struts around in front of Nicki, showing off her wiggling hips and long colt-legs. She retouches her hair, lightening it and getting it styled and cut at the hotel salon. There's a few late night calls to May to talk about specifics, and Tommy gets increasingly excited about it. Nick goes out to buy a nice suit, something fancy, then, on a whim, stops by an adult store and purchases a good medium-sized flogger for Tommy. When he presents it to her that night, she squeals in glee and thrashes it around in the air. Thirty minutes later, she's on the phone to Bailey; thirty minutes after that, Nick is sitting on the sofa, hand on his cock, stroking himself as he watches Tommy practicing on Pet's sweet ass. That scene gets unbelievably hot when Pet begins begging to cum and Tommy refuses, making her wait and wait until Tommy gets so worked up she drops the flogger and fucks Pet's ass as Pet rides Nicki's cock until they all come.

Friday comes pretty quick, and Nick and Tommy ride over in a cab, Nick dressed and Tommy still carrying her outfit so she can change at the place they're headed. It's an art gallery named the Demon, a ritzy and very fancy place, the front lot packed with high-cost supercars and luxury limos. When they arrive, the door guard looks them up on the list and waves them in. Walking down a short white hallway, they step through a door and are immediately hit with electronic music and red and white lights, imitating flames. There are already a hundred or so people present, many of them dressed very nicely, a few in just-passable bondage gear. May is standing with a small circle of rich guests, holding their attention. She's dressed in a floor-length red rubber dress, highlighting her breasts, the slit cut up so far it shows that she must not be wearing any panties. Her lipstick is black, her gloves black silk, her boots buckles and straps in black and silver. In one hand, she has a high-fluted glass of wine almost as red as her outfit; in her other hand, she's swishing the riding crop back and forth casually, as if she's forgotten she has it. Glancing over toward them, May smiles, winks, and flicks the crop against her hip lightly, a command to come to her.

As they walk up, Nick has a chance to look at the men and women around her. To her left, a medium-height older gentleman is holding the arm of a gorgeous brunette who's dressed in an elegant designer gown; his solid gold Rolex matches well with her gold necklace and under-stated earrings. The man is holding a glass of wine, and she's holding champagne. To May's right, a tall black man in an Italian suit and patent leather shoes is smiling at May, his face serious and lined with age. He's just started to get a little gray in his hair, but he's in excellent shape, a runner's body. By him are two younger women, one a blonde, the other a beautiful black girl with short cropped hair Nick recognizes as JoJo, Michael's model from the Cambridge. The last guest standing there with them is an Indian gentleman, slightly paunchy, a long handlebar moustache drooping over his lips. His eyes are twinkling as he finishes a story and the group begins laughing. May takes the break in conversation to step aside to allow Nick and Tommy to approach.

"Ah, darlings, here you are, right on time," May says, pleasantly, touching Nick's shoulder with the crop. "Everyone, these are some friends of mine. The gentleman is Nick, and this lovely little creature is Tommy, my- apprentice, would you say?"

"Yes, Mistress May," Tommy chirps, throwing in a cute little curtsey. "Should I go change now?"

"In a moment, dear. I wanted you to meet my friends." May smiles. "The doors won't open for another hour; I believe the artist is still preparing a few things."

"Good evening, Nick," the older gentleman says, holding his hand out. "Jefferson Brummell, and my wife Elaine."

"Nick Aden," he answers, shaking the man's hand.

The black man gives a look of recognition. "I believe I am familiar with your family, Nick," he says, smiling broadly. "My company has done some business with your representative, Elijah."

Nick nods. "Amari Nkosi, right?"

The man bows slightly, sweeping his arms out to his sides. "Quite. I'm pleased you have come here tonight. I had a very good working relationship with your grandfather back in the day."

"He spoke very highly of you, Sir," Nick answers.

"Psh," Amari laughs. "Amari, please. We are all equals here."

The Indian man laughs, also, shaking his head. "Not all of us," he points out, motioning to a nearby couple who are obviously a domme and her sub. Reaching out, he takes Tommy's hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it gently. "I am Chandran Darpesh, my dear." He releases her hand and twirls his moustache, then looks to Nick. "It is certainly a great evening to meet, isn't it? The artists is a personal friend of mine; if you enjoy erotica, you will be much satisfied."

"I'm a fan," Tommy says, smiling prettily. "Hello, JoJo," she says grinning at the black woman.

"Hi, Tommy," JoJo answers, smiling back. "Nice to see you here."

"You two ladies already know each other?" Amari asks.

JoJo nods. "We met at a demo a few weeks back."

"Hmmm," Amari says. "Then let me introduce you to Sybil." He gently pulls the brunette forward, and she gives a very pretty smile as well. Nick's seen enough to recognize a professional escort.

Tommy looks over at the clock, and then coughs politely. "Nick, Mistress May, if you'll excuse me, I better go get ready. It was so nice to meet you all."

They all wish her good luck, and she kisses Nick's cheek, then flits away, cheerfully. "A nice girl, Nick," Elaine says, lifting her glass to her lips.

"I can assure you, Ellie," May says with a slight smile. "As my apprentice, Tommy is very far from nice. Something you'll see inside the gallery."

Elaine shifts slightly, a little colour in her cheeks. "I saw her flogger." She looks over to her husband, who rubs her lower back just above her ass. "So she'll be helping with the demo?"

"Of course," May says. "I feel the only way to gain any experience with something is to try it yourself, don't you agree?" Nick can feel the sexual attention between the two women, the barely perceptible lust in Jefferson's eyes as he looks back and forth between the women.

"Nick, I would be very interested in talking with you about business some time in the future," Amari says, taking both girls' hands. "But now is certainly not the time. Instead, shall we discuss the artist and the exhibition?"

They spend the next half-hour chatting about the upcoming show. The artist, a Danyel Darcy, is a local fixture in the lifestyle; xer pen and ink sketches alone sell for several thousand dollars on the open market, and the larger works can fetch a lot more. Tonight, xe's unveiling a new collection of BDSM-related images, and May and her professionals will be the living backdrop to the show. By the time they've finished their second drinks, the doors swing open, and the audience moves forward to enjoy the show.