GOLD MASK

CHAPTER 4

I smooth down the black mermaid cut dress that was picked out of the other three dresses that are in the running to be worn tonight. I don't know what is going on in this building, but with how fancy the invitation is, dressing formally seems like the safest choice. Fiona squeals besides me, her brunette hair tied into a messy bun, with a few strands hanging loosely on the side of her face. In order to prevent her from wearing an inappropriately short dress--as per her usual choice--she is wearing an avocado coloured thin strapped dress with a thigh high slit. I smile at her, then take her hand, making our way to the entrance.

Just as we are about to reach the door, one of the men in black that are swarming at the front of the building rush to block the entrance. "Members only," he growls. He looks very scary. I would never even dream about dating this one because I don’t think I would be able to tame him.

I quickly fish for the invite in my clutch bag and shove it into his hand. He nods and I smile with triumph. I walk on, but realise that there is no one besides me anymore. I turn around and saw Fiona with her hand brushing up the security's arm, a lustful glint in her eyes. "I don't usually chase after man, but for you, I'll definitely jog a little"

I pull her away before she could harass the poor man any longer--and she doesn't really appreciate it--but she need to behave for once.

As soon as we walk into the dimly lit room, I can tell that we are in the presence of people who are way above our league--around the elites of society. They are all split into groups of two or three or more, each holding a glass of their desired drink. Their posture communicate elegance and confidence. The huge space is lit up by crystal chandeliers, hung in different levels on the high ceilings. As my eyes rack over the bar that is blending in the background at one side of the space and the turquoise walls that is a background for the expertly crafted explicit paintings, I notice a cage further away from the entrance of the place, with people surrounding it.

"This place looks fancy. We might bag some rich men for sure," Fiona mused, but I am too drawn to the cage that grasps some of the guests' attention.

I walk closer to it, with Fiona following closely behind me. When I set my eyes on it, I realise what has everyone so interested. Inside the cage, a nude female is bent over, her hands bound behind her back and her legs forced apart by a spreader bar. A man who seem foreign, probably of Italian origin--considering his olive skin and his voluminous dark curly hair--stands over the woman with a whip at hand, unlike the woman, he is fully clothed in a suit, with his blazer missing and his dress shirt pulled out of his pants.

"This is fucked up. I can't be home," Fiona cries and tries to tug me away with her, but I don't budge, feeling my attention pull me solely to the scene in front of me. My body starts tingling and as the man strikes the woman's back, I feel a rush in my stomach as my lady parts moisten.

As I am preparing to get closer to the action, someone taps my shoulder and I turn around, noticing who it is immediately--it's the guy who gave me the invite at the strip club. But Fiona is nowhere in sight--I guess she left.

"Yes?" I question, ignoring the strained moan that is coming from the girl in the cage.

The man in front of me smiles, handing me a glass of white wine. I thank him with a tight lipped smile. "Glad you could make it. I'm Nathaniel Brown and I have a great opportunity for you."

I look at him, knowing that this opportunity is unholy--he did find me at a strip club. I nod, indicating that he should go on. He takes my hand, leading me away from the people. I place the glass of wine on the first surface I come across. Soon, Nathaniel opens a door and in the room is a dark man, wearing a white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up and the top buttons popped open, giving me a peak of the tattoos hidden by his clothing. As he looks at the man holding my hand, irritation settles on his face. "This better be good," he mutters, frustrated.

Nathaniel doesn't say anything as the man stands up and walks to a cupboard, taking out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. There's three of us here, why don't I have a glass? With the liquor poured and a single ice cube dropped into the liquid, he takes one glass and walks to stand in front of me, handing it to me. "You seem like a woman who can handle hard liquor well."

When I accept the drink, he sits back down and takes a sip of his whiskey, without offering Nathaniel any--rude.

"I assume you didn't barge into my office just to stare at me, Brown." I frown, looking at this man.
“Mr. Brown, are you, by any chance allergic to the liquor this man is serving or you are just being disregarded like that?” I ask my eyes moving between both these man. The one whom I don’t know his name raises his eyebrows and leans back on the chair.
“What do we have here? A fidgeting little mouse?” he smirks. Did this douche just call me a mouse? I turn to Mr. Brown.
“Why exactly am I here?”
“Sir, this is Goldie, the famous Goldie.” Nathaniel says with a slight smile. I turn to look at the stranger man. The smirk is gone, replaced by something that can be identified as a pissed off expression. Why? Did I maybe refuse him entry to my vagina once upon a time?

“Why the hell would you bring me a fuckin prostitute Brown? Do you think we are running some shitty brothel here? This is no place for a person like her. She might have cleaned up nice and all that, but truth remains, she is nothing but a whore who opens her legs for every Tom, Dick and Harry out there. This place is for couples and singles who want to explore their sexual fantasies and she is neither. She might be one of the most expensive whore in Mzansi but that’s all she is. A whore. Now get her out of my sight.” I feel myself getting angry by the second. I am not ashamed of what I do. My siblings never go short of anything because I always provide for them. This man right here has no fuckin right to talk to me this way. He has no right to belittle me like this. Out of anger, I splash the drink I am carrying on his face. “You bitch!” he is still in shock. His noses are flaring.

“Fuck you and I don’t need this.” I turn to Nathaniel. “I don’t know what you were hoping to achieve but it's never going to happen because I am never coming back here.” I press my purse hard against my stomach and then walk out of this stupid office.
I am furious. Very furious. This man doesn’t know. He thinks just because he owns some sex club he can just talk to me however he wants or walk all over me? Working in the streets of Joburg has taught me so many things, including growing a thick skin. So I never allow anyone to disrespect me, even when I know I need the money they are offering me. Walking down the passage, I quickly come to a halt. There are large windows which show what's happening inside the rooms on each side of the corridor. One particular room seems to interest me. I walk a bit closer and look at what's happening. 5 couples are having a creampie and this looks interesting. I am more drawn to the man fucking the woman with her stomach and boobs pressed against the wall. Sounds are not heard but the movements are loud enough to make you wet. The man turns his head and our eyes lock. He winks at me and continues giving the woman hard quick strokes. The office door opens and I quickly rush down the stairs. Arriving at the bar, I frown when I see Fiona standing next to that scary security guy. I thought she had left.
“Ow there you are.” She says as she spots me. “I thought you had joined in on that scary act.” I chuckle.
“I am not interested in Nathaniel's proposal. We can leave now.” She retrieves a red lipstick from her purse and writes her number on the man's crispy white shirt.
“Call me.” She bites her lip and then heads out. I quickly follow her. This girl has some guts. I could never ruin a man's shirt like that. What if he has a crazy girlfriend or even a wife? Fiona is such a risk taker.