Private Showing

Through a locked door hidden behind a piece of tapestry art, Danny leads you up a flight of stairs to a private floor. The majority of the space is open and windows all around let in the lights of the city. You can still hear the thumping bass from below, but it is mercifully much quieter than downstairs. He switches on the lights, and reveals projects in various states of completion strewn throughout the space - a marble sculpture of a man in a Roman-esque style, a modern art piece made of junk metal, several paintings aping different artistic movements, and so on. Danny seems to be trying his hand at everything and succeeding at nothing, but you keep that criticism to yourself. He opens his arms wide to it all.

“This is where the magic happens. Which piece would you like me to show you first?”

You and Samia are pulled alongside him, and he drops his arms over your shoulders as if he expected you to be there. His hand drops right in front of your breast, and you tense with the fear that he’ll feel the chain on your nipple. What will he think about you if he feels it? On the other hand, you molested him on the dance floor and then followed him blindly up to his private room, so what could he think that’s worse than what he already thinks?

“They are all so lovely,” Samia says. You’ve known her long enough to spot the hidden condescension in her voice, but Danny is too drunk or horny to catch on.

“I have a hard time choosing myself,” he says, “I keep the best stuff up here and display the rest downstairs.” He walks the two of you over to the marble statue first. The large piece has been inexpertly chiseled, and up close you can tell that Danny is clearly attempting to sculpt…himself. The jawline is distinctively his, but the other features are almost laughably bad, and you bite your lip to keep from giggling as he describes his process. If this is his best work, you can see why he put in a full bar for the exhibition below. “This is my current fav, what part of it do you like best?”

“It must be so great to have a place like this where you can create in peace.” Samia says. You see how easily she dodges his question about the art itself, wishing again that you had her wits to do so.

Danny sighs. “It really is. I needed a big change, you know. After…” His voice trailed off and he took a drink directly from the whiskey bottle he was holding over Samia’s shoulder. He offered it to Samia, who took a swig but capped off the neck with her tongue to avoid having more. Unfortunately, lacking experience with whiskey bottles, when she passed it to you and you tried the same trick, you ended up with a mouthful of fire. You coughed and spluttered some of the **** out and onto your chin and breasts. Danny laughed out loud and took the bottle from your hand. Leaning in unannounced, he began licking the booze off of your neck and chest. Justifying his lechery with a “Can’t let good booze go to waste.”

“Woah, uh…Let’s slow-” You try to lean back and away from him, but your hand shoots around his head and pulls him down into your cleavage. Samia gives you a wide-eyed look, but all you can do is gesture to the hand under the demon’s control.

He makes his way aggressively down your top, then lets out a low. “Nice…” He comes up with a smile on his face and flicks the chain on your chest through the top of your dress. To confirm his suspicions, he pulls down Samia’s top without asking, revealing the matching set on her breasts. She grimaces and slaps his hand so she can pull her dress up, but he just laughs off her rebuke. “I was going to see them anyway.” He shrugs and gives his best innocent face. Samia struggles to **** a smile back to her lips, but her eyes are still righteously angry. Once again, Danny doesn’t notice this. But to you it's obvious he doesn’t spend much time looking into a woman’s eyes.

“At least ask first.” Samia huffed.

“My apologies,” he said in a voice that was not apologetic at all. “I just knew you both were a bit freaky and I wanted to see… how much.” An unguarded emotion crossed his face for a moment. “My buddy was into the chains and stuff, he used to joke about it. Just seemed like a funny coincidence for me to find girls who liked that tonight of all nights.” You feel a small rattle in the chain, as if the invisible hand brushed it.

“At the opening?” You ask. He considers for a second, then puts his hands around your hips this time leads the two of you over to a small room which is secluded from the rest of the floor. This room has a separate set of spotlights which are still switched off. He flips them on individually, revealing that the room is empty except for a painting which is covered by an extremely heavy black piece of fabric, much thicker than would be necessary for protecting a piece from dust or light. Like it was being hidden. Or buried. Danny pulls the veil away. To your surprise, the painting is… actually quite good, with far improved technical skill over anything else Danny has shown you up to this point. You stop yourself from asking if he bought it.

The painting itself is a large portrait of an attractive young man, with a rakish smile that shows that he knows how effortlessly attractive he truly is. He is leaning back against the railing of a balcony overlooking the city, looking at the artist with blue eyes so piercing they match the sky behind him. They seem to see through the painting directly into your soul. His blonde hair is the sort that always looks good no matter what he does to it, and in this image it is falling perfectly across his face. His shirt hangs open to expose the muscles on his torso that you are sure he didn’t have to work very hard for. You can’t help but think this is the hottest man you have ever seen.

After tearing yourself away from looking at him - with great effort - you look over to Samia to get her take on it. She is still staring into the eyes of the portrait. She is biting her lower lip in excitement, and your jaw nearly drops when you see that she has lifted her dress in order to slide her hand into her panties, masturbating here as shamelessly as you had in the park. Your jaw drops even further when you realized that you are doing the same and had absolutely no idea about it. Your two fingers are working your clit in quick circles, and once you are aware of it you struggle to resist the pleasure it's giving you.

You try to pull your hand free of your crotch, but suddenly feel vibration in your nipple chain far, far stronger than anything you’d felt before. It’s as if the chain was sitting atop a powerful speaker and resonating with its bass, and between your jilling off and the vibration in your nipples, your body is flushed hot despite wearing a very skimpy dress. You quickly grab and hold the chain down to keep it from buzzing your nipples. After a few moments it passes and you relax slightly, but share a look with Samia that shows she’s regained some of her faculties, enough to silently ask What the hell was that? You try to look at the painting in your peripheral vision and from there he looks somewhat normal, nothing that would drive you both to distraction like that. You dare not risk a glance at the eyes.

That’s GOT to be him.

Danny, still noticing none of this, holds up the bottle to the painting in a toast.

“To you, J-bug.” And then he tips the bottle back and chugs very deeply. “My bro and I were traders,” He said when he came up for air. “I had it all, money, cars, chicks-” He pinched your ass as he said it. “Then he died a year ago. A year ago tonight actually. I was a wreck until the other partner bought me out, I’ve been using art to work my way out of it.”

“He was… beautiful.” There’s no hidden meaning in Samia’s voice there, she meant it. “I’m sorry about your friend. What was his name?”

“...Jacob.” He says with some difficulty.

“Jacob…” Samia pushes him for the rest of the name. You shoot her a warning glance to back off, but she senses a chance and she’s seizing it.

“Jacob-” He starts to answer, but the door to the room slams closed and the lights all go dark simultaneously, plunging the three of you into an inky blackness so complete that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. Even the lights of the city outside seem to have gone out.

“Samia!” You feel movement and are suddenly worried that she’ll be swept away somehow. You reach to where she was standing and feel her arm. You grab it tight and pull her close and into a hug. Just then, the lights all come back on just as simultaneously as they went off. You whip around to the painting, heedless of the risk of looking at it… and it’s gone. In its place is an utterly boring landscape - a mountain range showing all the sloppy handiwork of Danny’s other pieces. What?! We were right next to the door, there’s no way he could have carried it out without bumping us…

However, in the light it was obvious that the painting hadn’t been moved by physical means. Whereas before the room was otherwise bare, it has now been furnished with a large king-sized bed covered in insanely tacky colored silk sheets. Danny lay on top of them, stripped to a pair of briefs that barely hid an erection, with his hands behind his head as he watched you and Samia. His face was back to the drunken lustful hunger he’d been showing up until a few minutes ago.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” He smirked at the pair of you in your embrace. He tapped a small remote on the bed and the music from the DJ downstairs began playing in the small bedroom. “Why don’t you two finish what you started on the dance floor?”

Samia pushed herself out of your arms for a moment and smoothed her dress.“Danny, I was just asking-”

“Why don’t you two finish what you started on the dance floor?” Danny snapped, a hint of the demon’s voice in his tone. “I can invite your friends if that will make you more comfortable.”

“That won’t be necessary.” You say before it escalates. “We’re plenty comfortable.”

That seems to satisfy the demon and get Samia back to her senses. You feel the ghost hands on you as they were down on the dance floor, but this time they are somehow both softer and yet more commanding. The demon is not dragging you around this time like a bossy instructor, he is guiding you with his fingertips like a dance partner. The demon compels your hips, your feet, your hands… your lips… and yet the control is so subtle that the moves almost feel like your own.

Your display on the dance floor felt fun and suggestive, the demon used you and Samia to put on a show to tease and titillate. The demon was past teasing now, it was time for you both to deliver.

“Where were we?” You ask, trying to take a playful tone. Samia presses into you, and you begin moving as one, the product of the same mind. Samia takes your neck and pulls you in close, stopping millimeters away from a kiss on the lips. Samia wants to kiss you, a confirmation of the demon’s secret about her, but for now the demon wants to draw this out. She seems physically unable to cross that final distance, and her lips hover helplessly near yours. You take the hem of Samia’s dress and pull it up past her waist, exposing her backside. Danny smiles appreciatively at the view, and his cock stands prouder in his underwear.

You push your leg between Samia’s, feeling the warmth and wetness of her through the tiny lace on panties as you guide her downwards to straddle your thigh. You grab her ass with both hands and start her grinding, and soon she is doing it herself. Her juices are slick on your leg now. The demon is not letting her kiss you or cum, and the denial is making her a little bit insane. She looks at you desperately even though you’re not really in charge, as if hoping you’ll put in a word on her behalf. You feel a flush of power and arousal at that desperation and have just enough self-awareness to wonder if that’s on you or him. In the moment it doesn’t matter, it just feels damn good.

Samia unzips your dress, which was bunched up enough to barely qualify as coverage any more. With her on your leg, Samia pulls it up and over your head, leaving you in your underwear. The nipple chain is visible under your bra cups, and Danny sits up slightly to see.

“Ohhh, I do love the kinky chicks.” He is even more excited when he sees that Samia has a matching chain and his eyes dart back and forth between them while you strip each other out of your underwear. You can hardly believe how hot you are as you pull off Samia’s panties. Tasting her pussy in the park felt like the most shameful thing in the world only hours ago, but now you wonder when it could happen again. Maybe she wasn’t the only one lying to herself.

The demon guides you both to the bed, and Danny lies back down in excited anticipation. You and Samia each take a leg and work your way up slowly. Gently suckling on his big toe. Slowly pecking your way up his shins. Licking your way up his thighs. And kissing your way up his shaft. The two of you meet again at his cockhead and have a momentary staredown about who goes first. She is the one who blushes and looks away. This surprises you enough to shake the spell a little: Samia never backs down like that and you feel a thrill at making her. Once again you don’t know whether that’s your own feeling or one being pushed upon you. But you do know that you’ve “won” the right to take his cock in your mouth. So you do, giving her a side grin as you demote Samia downward to lick his balls.

“FUCKKK you’re so damned good at that, Jasmine…” He moans. “Fuckin’ expert…”

You do feel surprisingly adept at sucking dick, considering you’d never actually done it before. But despite the novelty of the taste, the smell, the sensations… somehow it all feels natural when you take his full length down your throat. You bob up and down on it, unconsciously matching the rhythm of the music as you do. Samia’s hand submissively sneaks its way between your legs and you return the favor, though you still aren’t sure if the demon will grant her a release. The possibility that you might be joining in her torment doesn’t concern you at all.

Danny’s release is foremost on your mind. You feel his muscles tense and hear his moans get more and more frenzied as you bring him closer. The first hot splash of cum surprises you, but you rally quickly and catch every drop in your mouth, pumping his cock with your fist to ensure it. The taste is salty and unfamiliar but almost intoxicating.

When you pull off of Danny’s cock, Samia looks even more **** than before, pleading with both you and your tormentor for forgiveness. You’re struck by an impulse, one that you definitely know is his but don’t fight. With a quick look to confirm Danny is watching, you grab Samia’s neck and pull her towards you, into the kiss she was silently begging for. And with that same motion, you spit all of Danny’s cum into her mouth. Her eyes go wide with shock, as do Danny’s.

“That’s fuckin’ hot.” He says as Samia reflexively swallows his load, and the demon picks that exact moment to allow Samia to climax. Hard. Hard enough to make you slightly jealous.

You hold her while she shudders through her orgasm, waiting patiently until she returns to coherence.

“That was…”

“Fun?” You ask.

“Fun.” She smiles.