the hallway and through those doors."
She
nodded and proceeded the rest of the way, but as she approached the doors,
something stopped her. It was noise: strange, muffled noises the origin of
which her mind could not resolve. She looked over her shoulder toward the man,
but he only smiled and raised his eyebrows.
Without
responding, she turned back toward the doors and took hold of the knobs. With a
sudden jerk, she pulled them open to reveal a mob of nude men and women engaged
in an astounding array of fleshly acts.
She
froze in the doorway, while her eyes took in the scene: women sucking
testicles, while other men took them from behind, men engaged in anal
intercourse, others sitting in chairs watching it all, cigarettes dangling from
their fingers, serious looks on their faces.
In
one far corner, a man held another man's head as he devoured his penis; a few
feet from them, a lovely woman lay sprawled, while an even lovelier woman
massaged her clitoris with her bright pink tongue.
On
the other side of the room, a young black girl struggled to please three men at
the same time, her mouth and hands working furiously, their dicks hard and
throbbing and pale against her beautiful dark skin.
Nearby,
a pale-skinned girl with bright red hair struggled to cope with an enormous
penis, its astounding size unreal, like nothing Hannah had seen or imagined
before.
The
center of them room was like one mass of skin, mouths, genitals and writhing
legs. Women gave head indiscriminately, often switching from one cock to the
next without ever making eye contact with its host.
While
women arched their backs against crippling orgasms, men ejaculated on their
colorful masks, on backs, on legs, on other men.
At
last, Hannah drew the eyes of some of the men, and a few stood, their erections
growing even firmer, their faces hungry, like wolves at the sight of fresh
meat.
Without
thinking, she turned and fled down the hallway, past the security guard. He
opened his mouth to speak, but before a single word dropped from his lips, she
had successfully summoned the elevator and made her escape.
Chapter 4
An
hour later, Hannah sat at the rooftop bar, sipping a martini and mindlessly
listening to the bartender talk about his school studies. She was beginning to
think Dominic would not return at all, but just as she contemplated leaving, a
man arrived with a message.
"Mr.
Montero wanted to me to apologize for leaving you unattended for so long and
would like you to join him for a drink in his apartment suite three floors
down."
Having
delivered his message, the man turned abruptly and walked away.
Hannah
finished her drink and left a tip for the bartender.
"Thank
you," he said with a smile that brought a unique appeal to his ordinary
face.
"Can
you tell me which apartment suite is Mr. Montero's?" She asked.
"Three
floors down," he said, as he wiped the bar.
"Yes,
but which one?"
"No,"
he said. "He occupies the whole floor."
When
she met the elevator attendant this time, he greeted her with a familiar smile.
"You,
again?"
"Me,
again."
"Mr.
Montero's floor?" He asked.
"How
did you know?" She asked, but instead of answering, he simply pressed the
floor and crossed his hands.
When
the doors opened, another man stood before her, this one short, his dark face
ruined with pock marks and scars from whatever it was life had tossed his way.
He greeted her with a smile, exposing two gold teeth near the rear of his lower
jaw.
"This
way, miss," he said in an accent she couldn't identify.
They
crossed through a hallway, the walls pale so as not to detract from the paintings
that adorned them. Finally, they reached a large wooden door, which seemed wide
enough for a car. The man approached a keypad to the left of it and tapped in a
series of numerical codes, the buttons glowing green with every tap. When he
finished, a soft click went off and the door popped open. At this point the man
took a large step backward