The PUGH Society | Part 5
The Card
When the door opened on West 86th, a big brownstone that dominated the houses around it, a young woman answered. Japanese, I thought, about my height in yoga pants and a crop top. All black, her painted toes like red pebbles peeking out from under the flared legs. She stared at me, almost as if she didn’t see me, then stepped back and I stepped forward. We continued our dance as she closed the door and turned, pointing at my feet.
“Shoes,” she said, her voice curt and sharp, like a slap, and then she walked away.
I slipped out of my heels and followed without a word.
The features of the house barely registered. My focus was on each step, one after the other, my bare feet luxuriating in the cool wood while I kept my mind intent on my destination. It had been over thirty hours since I’d slept, and whatever lay ahead would take everything I had. Angelica Munroe, the woman soon to be voted the youngest CEO in the history of Adler Enterprises. There was no doubt of that, but she’d wanted me there to support the board’s vote, to represent Ellis’ wishes and ultimately to agree to sell her my -- our shares.
And all I’d ever wanted was for her to be as far away from Ellis and I as possible. Yet here I was.
I grabbed the handrail as we ascended a curving staircase. My legs ached, my fingers gripping the wood, pulling, propelling myself forward. Each step was its own task, a purposeful, intentional action that left me shaking at the top. The woman walked on, leaving me there, shaking, gulping down air and trying to steal myself for what was to come.
I could see her already, Angelica’s perfect figure, the noon sunlight streaming through the curtains on her long black hair. She was just there in a grand salon, the likes of which I’d never seen in a brownstone. I took a deep breath and a first step, easing through a pair of French doors in black and gold and into a chamber that was as regal as anything I’d seen in modern times. It was like a throne room, the queen draped casually on her chaise, the walls almost barren, save a black wallpaper or paint, black on black that hinted of movement, as if something was there that you could see if you were closely examining it. The young woman who’d answered the door had stopped in front of Angelica, then she abruptly turned and disappeared through a door on the left I’d not noticed.
What an odd home, I thought. Nothing like the brownstone Ellis and I had bought some twenty-three years ago. A traditional layout, the kitchen in the front, giving way to a grand dining room and then a study -- Ellis’ office and eventually mine. Our second floor was impeccably designed around warmth and togetherness, bringing together visitors in small spaces designed to create intimacy. But here, I felt the walls receding, as if the room grew bigger as I took each step, my eyes on the person I least wanted to see in the world.
Angelica looked up when I reached the other end of the great hall. She swiveled around, and it was only then that I noticed she was naked, save a sheer kimono decorated with swirling black dragons. She stood, almost a head taller than me barefoot, pulling her inky hair up into a loose bun and securing it with two thin rods. A smile decorated her lips, but her eyes were cold, as was her voice.
“Madison. May I call you ‘Maddie’?” she started, and before I could even reply, my mouth suddenly dry, face flushing, she continued, stepping around me, her fingers playing over the simple navy shirt dress I’d worn. “Practical, yet it looks so much more attractive on you, Maddie. I’m sure you get that a lot. The mannequin didn’t do it justice, but you definitely do.” Her voice was in my left ear, then my right as she circled, her hand lingering on my shoulder, fingers traipsing down the length of my arm until she took my hand.
I trembled, unsure now, yet sure that this had been a mistake. What made me call her? Everything told me to go, to turn and walk away, but my legs were done. I could feel them shaking as I stared straight ahead at the window, looking out over a garden on the other side of the street.
“You said you needed help,” she said, her voice like a summer breeze, and when I didn’t answer, she turned my head, warm fingers on my chin and cheek. “Maddie? Are you okay? You said you needed my help. I’m sorry I didn’t take the call myself. I’ve had a day, and I needed to come back here for a moment.”
She didn’t even move to cover herself, standing there just inches away. Her hands were warm, soft, her grip soothing, and despite what I’d interpreted as ice in her eyes, everything about her was calming and gentle. A hint of jasmine in the air. Was it her hair, perfume, a candle? Did she exhale it, or did it come out of her pores? How could I have ever thought someone like Ellis could resist her? How could anyone?
“Maddie?” She leaned in, and her breasts brushed against me, her hand pulling my face around until her eyes filled my vision, her lips so close I… Too close. Too close. This woman I hated. This woman who…
I swallowed, tried to think of something witty, smart, to break her spell, push her back, but a fog swirled in my head. The retorts from just the day before were gone. The biting words. The defiance. The anger. And all I could manage was a plea, interrupted by the sudden buzz between my legs. “Please.”
“Maddie, what is -- oh my god, your neck?” she said, lifting my chin, and there was nothing I could do to stop her. “What did…did you do this? Did you try to hurt yourself? Maddie?”
I mouthed a litany of silent words, the vibrations against my clit cutting off any chance of speaking, and then my legs failed, and I crashed to my knees in a long, low wail of pure, unadulterated lust and craving. “Please, Angelica!” I cried.
“Please what, Maddie?”
“I can’t.”
“Tell me what you did, Maddie.”
And when I didn’t answer, when I didn’t look up at her, I felt her fingers on my chin again, lifting my face, staring down at the tears running down my cheeks.
“Show me, Madison. Show me what you did,” she said, her voice suddenly colder, harder, commanding. “Show me, Madison.”
I knelt there on the hardwood, shaking, my hands trembling as I reached up. She’d seen the marks on my neck, and I could see her eyes hone in on my wrists and the chafing there when I undid the first button. I’d worn the dress knowing I’d have to show her, to expose myself, but I hadn’t thought it would be so difficult to stand, to manipulate the buttons, to even speak. I’d known, but had I really? How humiliating it would be to show her?
One button after another, each one the next level of my own humiliation. What would she say? What would she do? Would she even know how to help? Would she insist we go to the police? Or would she simply sit back on her throne and tell me what a whore I’d become, how she’d always known it, and how she’d stolen my husband away from me this last year? How many nights had he stayed late since she’d been introduced as the Head of Research? He, the founder of the company and a Director, but also a man who preferred to be hands-on, involved in the part of the company that brought him the most joy. Research. And her, always there by his side when I stopped by the office. Him always meeting with her, working late, lunches and dinners with clients, conferences. Her hand on his shoulder. A casual hug and a grand smile his way when she greeted us.
She flaunted it for me now in that exquisite kimono. I took her in like never before as I slowly undressed myself. She was stunning, like a dark goddess, and standing before me, watching intently, as naked as I soon would be. Even moreso, because I was caught in the grip of this thing.
And then it was done, the last button loose, and my eyes fell away, finding the floor.
“Show me, Madison. Show me what you did.”
I wanted to look up at her, to say something, anything, but I just knelt there shaking my head. I couldn’t. I knew she couldn’t see it yet, but…
“Now, Madison, or get out.” Her voice pierced through the tears tinged with anger, and her hand gripped my jaw, forcing my face up, forcing my eyes to meet hers, and the trembling I felt then wasn’t only from the exhaustion. It was no wonder she would be the next CEO.
I swallowed, willed my hands to move, and I pulled the dress open and over my shoulders, and it dropped to the floor around me. Silence gripped the room, her eyes lingering on mine, and then she leaned back, releasing my chin. I felt her gaze crawling down my body, resting in that empty place that had tormented me for a day and left me crying, screaming, and now begging.
“Please.”
She stared, and then a smile stole across her face. “I see you gave them the card.”
I froze as the dagger struck home, and felt the rush of fear coursing through my body. A wave of terror. Her smile, the way her eyes played over my body, yet I couldn’t move, didn’t even try to cover up, grab my dress. The vibrations hit my clit, and my hips rocked with the sensation flooding back, crashing against the rising fear that told me to run. If only my legs could have complied, but I was trapped on my knees now, grinding against nothing. Helpless to do anything but try to fuck the metal band that had tormented me since…yes, since I’d given them the card.
How could she…?
“Please.” It was all I could muster. “Please, Angelica. I need…”
“To fuck?” She leaned in, squatted, her toes firmly planted between my legs on the floor, her ankles brushing against the insides of my knees, pushing my legs open farther. “To suck another round of cock?” Her fingers caressed my cheek, running the line of my jaw to my chin, until she lifted my face up, her nose brushing against mine. “What a whore you’ve been, Maddie.”
“I -- no. No!” But the vibrations stopped then, and an agonizing wail burst from my lips, cutting off any words I might have had for the dark goddess. I needed it back on. Please. The vibrations. The pulsing on my clit. On, off, on, off -- I needed it on all the time or off, but this was unbearable. If it just stayed on, I could cum. Just once. “Please.”
“Have you seen the video? You haven’t, have you. You don’t know how to work the app. Oh, but you do know how to sign up for a cycle.”
I saw a shadow, and then I felt the other woman leaning over me, her hand appearing, giving Angelica something -- my phone. It was in my pocket. “Please,” I started, and then the vibrator hit my clit again, and I groaned, grinding my hips as hard as I could. So close. So close. Just once. If I could just cum once.
She turned the phone to my face, just as the first man had done, and then spun it around, unlocked. That picture, the one I hadn’t changed. “Maddie, such a whore. Covered in cum and with the picture as your background. Who were you going to show that to? And here. The app.” She tapped on the screen with her perfect black nails, then turned it back to me. “How many videos are there? One for each, and…my god, Maddie, you’ve been busy. Four cycles in just this last twenty-four hours. One video for every cock you sucked,” said Angelica, her eyes dark and flashing. “What a fantastic whore.”
She turned the phone around again, and there I was, the reflection I’d seen in the mirror. Me, sucking a cock from a glory hole, my hands locked behind me, the silver manacle around my neck, my breasts bouncing as I bobbed. And then ropes of cum splashing across my face and into my hair. It dripped onto my breasts as I caught my breath, a look of determination on my face that made me look away.
Dizzy. My breathing rapid. The room spinning.
“Please.”
“Please, Maddie?” Angelica dropped my phone on the floor and leaned in again, her face inches from mine, her fingers through my hair now, caressing my cheek as the buzzing on my clit began again. “Please what? How you found them I’ll never know. There are pop-up glory holes around the city; it’s not unknown. I’ve certainly heard of them, and here you are, living proof. I saw the card on the table when we chatted, assumed it was yours, as if you wanted to get me involved. Devious bitch, I thought, trying to pique my curiosity. But you know what curiosity does? Well, now you do.”
“Please, Angelica. Please get it off of me,” I said, managed to get that string of words out before the vibrations ramped up, driving me closer, prying my focus away from anything else. So close. Please. Just this once.
“Get it off of you? I don’t know if I can, Maddie. And I don’t know if I should.” Then she smiled, her thumb brushing the length of my bottom lip as she spoke. “I really like this version of you. So vulnerable. So needy. So desperate.” And then she pressed her lips to mine, and my mouth opened to her without even a thought, letting her tongue in.
She pulled me closer, kissing me, and I let myself be pulled, unable, unwilling to resist, my arms helplessly gripping my knees as I tried desperately to cum. Angelica swallowed my moans, breaking our kiss just as the vibrator went silent, leaving me reeling, head spinning. I fell forward into her, flailing for a handhold as we both tumbled into her chaise, her on her back, me in her lap, breathless and aching for more. It had been days since anyone had touched me, held me. How much longer since I’d been kissed?
I looked up at her, the worst version of myself, yet she looked back with something in her eyes I didn’t recognize. Lust?
“Please, Angelica.”
Then, her eyes narrowed, and a hint of a smile creased the corners of her lips. “Please, Maddie? It’s going to take more than that.”
I stared back, swallowed, trying to check that sudden rush coming back, tingling through my arms and legs. But I knew what she wanted. The shares. The nod to the board. Or she would throw me back to the glory hole wolves, and I knew well enough that I couldn’t do that again. I needed to sleep. I needed a proper meal. I was dehydrated and barely able to form a sentence.
“What do you want? Please tell me. I’ll do it.”
She smiled, leaning up on one elbow, her other hand clearing the hair out of my face. “Oh, I know you will. You’ll do whatever I say, do you understand?”
I took a deep breath and nodded.
“Then, let’s begin,” she said as she climbed back up onto the chaise, her hands on my chin, in my hair, and she turned my head and pushed my face between her legs. “Let’s begin here,” she said and stared down at me.
I inhaled, the scent of sweet jasmine filling my nose, and then pressed my tongue against her clit.
Author’s Note: Not even halfway done yet. So much more to come. Stay tuned.