Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I blink.
It takes a second, but I figure out what she means.
This is a one-time thing. She’s not looking for a relationship.
Usually it’s the man making this speech to a starry-eyed girl. I’ve never been on the receiving end of it. Certainly not in such a poetic way.
It’s fine by me.
Because when she touched my arm, Mad Maddox perked his ears up, roused from his slumber.
And Mad Maddox doesn’t care what game we play, as long as he gets his chips down.
“I understand perfectly, Rouge.”
She smiles. “I’m glad that’s squared away. Just one more thing.” She reaches into her cleavage and produces a small crimson satin pouch. She opens it. “Look inside.”
Not a chore. Whatever gets my hard dick inside Rouge’s pussy fastest.
I take a peek. Inside are a half-dozen thin, dried-up mushrooms.
“You are familiar, Maddox, with psilocybin?”
I scratch the side of my head. “Of course. Magic mushrooms.”
“Magic indeed.” She runs her long fingernails along the side of the pouch. “As you know, Maddox, I enjoy dabbling in the sciences. Lately I’ve been fascinated by botany. Particularly how easily plants and fungi can be genetically mutated to produce differing effects.”
I rub at the back of my neck. “So… Have these shrooms been manipulated?”
“A gold star for you.” She pulls out a single mushroom. “I was able to isolate the part of the psilocybin that enhances feelings of pleasure, of purest ecstasy, and augment it. These mushrooms will make any sexual act feel a hundred times more pleasurable than you could ever dream.”
Holy shit. I get to fuck Rouge and it’s going to feel a hundred times better than normal?
But… It doesn’t feel right.
“Respectfully, I’d rather experience you naturally, Rouge. I don’t think I need any sort of mental alteration to enjoy an evening with you.”
She frowns, returning the mushroom back to the pouch. “That is my second condition if you wish to take me to bed, Mr. Hathaway. You asked me my price all those years ago. That is it. If it’s too much, you’re welcome to court one of the servers, or even my sister, if you desire her.”
I have to take the mushroom?
“That’s seriously the only option?”
“I’ll take a dose as well. You won’t be flying solo.”
I mull it over. That sounds…fair? I guess?
This whole thing feels fishy. But Mad Maddox is roaring beneath my flesh.
He’s hungry.
Get your hands on that woman at any price, he’s saying.
It’s a win-win. You’ll get to take her to bed, and it will feel even more awesome than it would normally.
Go on, Maddox.
Do it.
Do it.
Fucking do it.
“All right,” I say. “If that’s your condition, I’ll take the mushroom.”
“Wonderful.” She reopens the pouch, hands me a mushroom. “Consume it. Now.”
I bite my lip, darting my gaze around.
“You need not worry about any legal ramifications, Maddox. You’re hardly the first person to enjoy a recreational drug at Aces Underground.”
Fair enough. I’m sure half the people here are on Molly.
I pop the mushroom in my mouth. It’s bitter, and I swallow it quickly.
“Open your mouth,” Rouge instructs.
I do so.
“Lift your tongue, please.”
Again, I obey.
She examines my mouth and then takes a step back. “You may close your mouth. I just have to make sure that you weren’t trying to cheek it away. Can’t be too careful these days. I’m sure you understand.”
“Sure, Rouge.”
She grabs my hand. “Come with me to my office.”
She leads me to the red door at the end of the Hearts section labeled “Rouge.” She opens the door and…
And—
My vision blurs. Not in a normal way, but as if television static is taking over my field of vision.
I’m lost in a blinding snowstorm, a turbulent cyclone, a flock of wild birds.
Then it clears.
And I’m in a magnificent four poster bed, hard as a rock. Rouge bouncing on my dick, her pussy outlined with the same rubies she wears all over her body. Her huge tits flopping up and down, and she’s pinching them, her mouth open and her head hanging back.
Fuck. It does feel good. It feels fucking transcendent.
In and out, in and out, in and out…
And then the static again. I’m lost. This time I’m in the middle of an eight-way intersection, cars whizzing past me. Every time I cross, another horn blares at me. Penetrates my body. Rips my muscles from my bones, shreds my organs, stretches my nerves to their limit—
I blink three times, and I’m back in the four-poster. Rouge is licking up and down my cock, sucking it like a fucking Hoover. She then works my balls, my inner thighs.
And then her tongue lands right between my ass cheeks.
Holy shit. Holy ever-loving shit.
The ceiling opens up onto a soaring vista. A beautiful mountaintop, with a delicate spring trickling around my feet. The buzz of birdsong in my ears. I’m lying naked in the soft grass, feeling it brush against my skin, the warm sun enveloping me totally.