The elevator hums to the penthouse summit. City lights sprawl below like diamond veins. CockPit: exclusive gay den turned elite bacchanal. Rudy’s invite. Velvet ropes part for me. Cuissardes gleam—supple leather hugs thighs to mid-cuisse, fresh from Sex & Leather Ranch. Half-price fuck sealed the deal. Semen still slicks the inner sheen, mixing with my juices. Heels stab marble floors. Air thick with oud incense, chilled Veuve Clicquot bubbles on silver trays.
Rudy waves from the bar. Crystal flutes clink. ‘Luna, meet Raimond.’ Masked titan in bespoke suit, red wrestler guise. Eyes rake my body through sheer leopard blouse. Wonderbra pushes meager tits. Mini-skirt barely veils garters. He collars me—clouted leather bites neck. Leash tugs. On all fours. Crowd forms: Daliane’s red brush-cut, latex sheen; shy Annie in linen skirt; porn star Pierre; masked notables. Champagne sprays. I lick his polished loafers. Tongue polishes calfskin to mirror gloss. Slap stings ass. Leather creaks.
The Privilege
Raimond yanks leash to shadowed alcove. Overlooking twinkling skyline. Glass walls shield secrets. ‘Suck.’ Trapue cock curves out. Salty pre-cum hits tongue. I swirl, hollow cheeks. He pistons throat. Gags echo. Friend joins—grisonnant Venetian mask. Watches. Circles tighten: masked woman devours gigolos; Mickey-mask tit-sucks call-girls. Daliane fingers Annie’s cotton panties aside. Pierre laps her slit. Orgy ignites.
The Excess
Raimond swaps. Friend’s shaft next. I deep-throat pro. But he wants more. Knees spread. Jupe hiked. String ripped. Spit-lubed, he rams ass. Leather thighs flex. Pain blooms to fire. Full. He pounds. Balls slap. ‘Pedale whore.’ Chokes tighten. Wig flies. Bald truth. Panic surges—Presence haunts. Brother’s ghost strangles from womb. Vision blurs. Blackout.
Wake to skull-crack on marble. Chaos. Shots ring. Raimond slumps, red justaucorps bloodied. Police swarm. Flee in thigh-boots, heels clacking. Semen trails down calves, pooling in boots. Hide in shadows. City devours night. Back to lair—steam bath awaits. Razor gleams. Pubis bare again. Mirror fogs my reflection: elite slut, unbroken. Secret sealed in luxury’s hush. Dawn gilds penthouse ghosts. I smile. Next summons comes.
