Our Uber driver pulls down the familiar road of boring nondescript buildings and stops at the address. Vanessa looks at the condo lurching up into the sky and the uniformed man at the door.

“Why are we stopping here?”

“This is it,” I nod at the glass building.

“That’s not a club,” she protests but I give her a stern look and she purses her lips together tight.

“You’ll see, let’s go,” I open the car door for her and slide out, holding out my hand to help her onto the curb.

Tonight, there won’t be any paparazzi flashing pictures of me in my tighty-whities. They don’t even know about this place. The woman who owns this place has converted her three-floor penthouse into one of the most exclusive and secretive sex clubs in the city. Only the who’s who of the scene are invited to play here.

The doorman swings open the grand glass door and we walk through the marble lobby over to the front desk. Vanessa’s heels clatter against the floor as we approach, reminding me of the hollow echoes that bounce off the rundown house I’ve left empty for the summer. If the woman who brought me into this world had any idea of how I really lived, I never would have been allowed to come here.

Lucky for me, I clean up well. And I have a way of distracting people’s attention from boring small talk about where we live when I’m half-naked.

I recognize the elderly man with the pristinely side-combed head of white hair. I can see in his pale blue eyes that he remembers me too as we approach the desk.

“Good evening, how may I help you tonight?” He doesn’t give away that he has seen me here before, many times, or that he knows full well what happens at the top levels of this building. Discretion at every level is key to keeping a secret club like this one going, and so far, it’s worked.

“I’ve brought some rhinestones and chardonnay for Ms. Jillian,” I utter the familiar nonsense phrase that will get me inside. The clerk nods and leans under his oversized, semi-circle counter to grab something. He holds up two small bags and slides them across the desk. Vanessa watches the whole scene closely, like she’s studying what we’re doing without fully understanding it.

The man places a keycard on top of one of the bags and nods over to the elevator across the lobby that leads straight to the penthouse. “I believe you will find everything you need there,” he gives me a half-cocked smile. I grab the bags and the card, extending my arm for Vanessa, which she wraps her hands around a little uncertainly, and I lead the way to the elevator.

“What did you say about rhinestones and wine?” she whispers as her heels sharply clack against the polished floor with every step.

“Don’t worry about it,” I answer nonchalantly and swipe the keycard down the number pad at the side of the mirrored elevator doors, casually punching in the digits I know will make the doors slide open.

“Why are you being so secretive all of a sudden,” she pouts. The doors slide open and I lead her inside, waiting until they’ve closed behind us to hold up the bags. I reach inside each one and pull out our masks.

“What are those for?”

“You need to wear them at this place. That last club you went to was like amateur night at a karaoke bar, everyone knows about it and it’s not hard to get on stage, but where I’m taking you tonight is an invite only, discreet club. Everyone needs to wear their mask,” I hold hers out to her, the teal blue material shimmers under the elevator lights.

“Oh my God, is this like a real ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ kinda thing?” She blinks at the mask in disbelief. A shudder runs through her as she looks at the mask in fear. I can’t blame her, there were some cultish and frightening parts in that movie.

“No, nothing like that other than it’s exclusive and we wear masks. No one is going to be selecting you or taking you anywhere. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can just have a drink or two and leave, if you want,” I explain and I can see the fear in her subside.

“Oh, okay then,” she giggles nervously and takes the mask from my hand.

I fit my black one over my head and look over at her. The teal surrounding her mask makes her lashes look longer and her large brown eyes pop. Vanessa, is absolutely, stunning tonight.

“You ready?” I nod to the one button just inside the elevator door that will take us to the top of this building when I press it.

“I guess so,” she sounds so nervous.

I turn into her and grab her hands, holding them against my chest, “Listen, the great thing about this place is no one knows who you are. Paparazzi won’t find you here. You’re completely safe here, especially with me. Once you’re wearing these masks, you can be whoever you want to be. It’s probably the same when you’re acting, right?”

“Yeah, I can see that,” she looks up at me and leans into me more, pushing away the space between us.

“So, why don’t you just relax and enjoy the scene,” I let her hands go and turn away from her, hitting the button.

The elevator begins to rise, up. When I look back at her, Vanessa looks a little disappointed, like she was expecting something I didn’t give her. I step back into her, pushing her back against the wall as I hold her there with my hips and she gasps, but doesn’t protest.

“When you’re here, with me, you can live out whatever your deepest fantasies are. When you’re wearing this mask, you can just let it all go,” I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and she looks up at me. I can see the desire blazing in her light brown eyes and there’s a fire raging behind them. So why does she fight it? I slowly let my fingers travel over her jaw and down the side of her neck, hovering over her closer and closer until my mouth is almost on hers.

“What’s your deepest fantasy?” she whispers, but doesn’t shy away from my eyes.

I grind my cock into her and she moans softly, melting against me like her legs can’t support her anymore. I cover her soft lips with mine, kissing her urgently as my fingers dive up into her hair, tangling in her locks as I grab a fist full of it and yank her head back under control. I bite her lip and she gasps, her hands bunch up the fabric of my shirt, like she wants to tear it off.

As the elevator slows, I step back and look down at her face, her lips are swollen and begging for more without ever saying a word. “My deepest fantasy is you,” I murmur just as the door slides open behind me.

Vanessa opens her mouth but doesn’t have a chance to say anything, I grab her hand and lead her down the hall with a wall of what appears to be safety deposit boxes at the end. Before she can second guess all of this, I lead her to the wall and open one of the unlocked boxes. “This is where we leave our clothes, phones, all that stuff,” I explain, tearing off my shirt and folding it neatly before I lay it inside.

“What am I supposed to wear,” pink flushes her cheeks as I unbutton my pants and kick off my shoes.

“Whatever you wore underneath is fine,” I answer breezily.

As I place all my belongings inside, Vanessa turns around, “Can you help me with the zipper?” I can hear the nerves fluttering inside her as her voice cracks a little.

“Of course,” I slowly pull the gold tab down until the back of her dress falls open, watching shamelessly as she peels it down her body, revealing a sexy black bra and matching panties made from expensive lace.

I run my fingers over her soft shoulder and down her arm until I reach her hand, holding her steady as she steps out of the pool of fabric at her feet. She bends over at the waist and a groan escapes my lips as she teases me with her beautiful, plump ass. Plucking her dress from the ground, she folds it over and places it on top of my things in the box. I close the door, locking our belongings inside.

“Ready?” I slide my arm over the small of her back and lead her to the penthouse door.

She takes a deep breath and slides into me a little closer, “Ready.”