Callback - Prologue

Cora adjusted her knee-length dark blue cap-sleeve wrap dress in the full body mirror in an elegant private bathroom on the second floor of Club Black. The fabric, in enough direct light, revealed her shapely youthful breasts. The dress amplified her shapely figure as she moved in front of the mirror in quarter turns, checking the roundness of her hips, ensuring that she would have every set of eyes on her. She wore a modest and comfortable pair of dark blue lace hipster underwear, also visible with enough direct light. Her eyes, green and sharp, offered a hypnotic trance against her white skin. Her hair, metallic silver in color, was perfectly straightened and fell a few inches below her collarbone. Her skin showed no blemishes, no scratches, it was perfect and smooth.

Cora placed a black bracelet around her left wrist. A series of colorful waves circled her device as it turned on revealing time, location, and current weather. Cora chose not to bring her nostalgic phone with her this evening; she didn’t want to worry about it breaking or getting lost; even though they are practically obsolete and a repurposed relic from old technology, the feel of having an object such as an old-style smartphone was more of a modern fashion choice rather than a necessity.

She moved to the bathroom door and opened it. The floor of this tall and wide hallway was made of polished, luxurious marble flooring. The walls were decorated with art Deco sharp-lined murals and paintings. The lighting was soft; however, at certain spaces down the hall, the lighting would brighten just enough for a quick glance at Cora’s perky nipples as her low ankle-strapped pumps clicked and clanked down the hallway. She passed multiple doors leading to single and multi-bedroom luxury apartments. Cora glanced at herself briefly as she passed a body-length cast iron framed mirror. A staff member delicately dusted the sides of a long table and bowed courteously as Cora walked past. He did not dare eye her as she moved along; to do so would be grounds for immediate dismissal under the rules of Club Black.

“All staff members must be silent and act with great reverence to all patrons, members, and those who reside at Club Black.” One of the many rules the highly-paid staff must abide by.

Cora made her way to the floor’s main elevator. A staff member, a six-foot-tall black man with long dreads tied in the back with a red silk bow dressed in a dark navy blue sherwani with Art Deco accents, bowed and politely inquired about Cora’s destination. His attire perfectly curved to his muscular frame, he rose to receive an answer. The ranking, one red chevron, on his collar allowed him to speak and ask patrons and members of Club Black questions and resolve immediate issues if needed.

“Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful,” Cora gently speaks the day’s code phrase to the unnamed employee of Club Black.

“Received and met with pleasure,” the man responded.

“May I ask your name sir,” Cora asked while entering the elevator. She knew the rules. Ranked staff members with no name tags, although permitted to speak, were only low-ranking employees and must be asked to provide a name. It was considered a great pleasure for any patron of Club Black to request a staff member’s name.

“My name is Elion.” He bowed and replied.

“Will you be working all night Elion?”

“I am, is there anything you need assistance with?” Elion asked while holding the elevator door open to ensure if Cora did indeed need anything, he could promptly execute an order to another staff member.

“No, just in case I run into you again tonight, I know how to properly address you. I’m ready to enter Nightfall.” Cora said with a smile as she looked toward the elevator's perfectly polished interior mirrors.

Elion closed the elevator door, opened a small, concealed panel using a sequence of pushes on an expertly blended-in number pad, and pressed the lowest button of four marked NF.

The elevator felt as if it turned a hundred and eighty degrees, moved forward, then began a descent. Elion kept his eyes forward and on the elevator door, ready to aid Cora off the device if needed. A ring pinged from the top corner of the elevator cabin. The doors opened to a dimly lit large foyer. A hue of dark purples and blues emanated from overhead lights meant to mimic streetlights. The middle of the foyer was paved like a street road. Various hazard cones and a roadblock sign gave Nightfall a glimpse of what to expect within the next set of thick doors, which dampened the thumping music on the other side.

“Enjoy your time at Nightfall,” Elion said while holding the door open. Cora nodded and pinged Elion a hundred-dollar credit using a feature on her bracelet. Cora figured if she wasn’t going to bring her wallet with her, she might as well use the modern features of this technology.

Cora walked into a scene of old back-alley city life. To her right and left were a set of doors. Anyone who was not a member, resident, or exclusive guest of Club Black could still enjoy Nightfall using the code phrase to a secret doorman outside. Cora received the phrase in the morning, along with the phrases of the other three attractions within the club, in a note with her daily coffee. Perks to membership. Others had to decipher a series of clues within the social media posts, those who think they got the phrase correct may enter an online portal for accuracy. If correct, they were allowed to tell one other person to be placed on the guest list. It was an interesting way to attract patrons to the establishment, but it worked, because past the double doors from the foyer was a place where anything goes. Nightfall, although no secret to the citizens of the city, was still a place of mystery and pleasure. Nightfall became the unspoken golden palace that no one tampered with. Its revenue helped create, build, and maintain. A place where faux grime creates a state of euphoria.

Cora continued to a large check-in table with a young attendant on the other side. On the table lays a device used to scan multiple types of identification. Before the attendant, dressed in red and black plaid tight pants along with a cut tank top under a black jean vest with various patches and spikes attached, could speak, Cora placed her hand under the device. The attendant’s face became illuminated by a screen displaying information from Cora’s scan.

“Will you need anything before you enter Nightfall?” The attendant’s name tag read, Olevia.

“No thank you.” Cora politely smiled and made her way to Nightfall’s entrance.

A doorman opened the thick double doors, and a wave of deep bass sank into Cora’s body. Currently playing at a hundred and twenty-six beats per minute, Cora looked upon the scenery of Nightfall. This large warehouse-themed dance club housed various parts of old city life. She walked down a set of concrete stairs with a metal handrail in the middle. The floor was a faux mixture of concrete and paved roads. The half-wrap bar just ahead of Cora was long, with street lights acting as lighting for those sitting and dancing around the bar. Sections of the establishment held old subway benches with low-standing tables. On the walls were murals and old posters from underground yesteryears. Far in the other corner were old city park benches and tables. Various relics of the old city were painted and themed across the walls. In the middle was a dance floor that illuminated a variety of neon colors. Patrons dressed from old punk to modern chic. A shirtless, thin, and handsome man with an electric blue mohawk tilted his head back as he danced, and as the shine from his sweat revealed hands coming from his back caressing his stomach and neck, he reached his arm back to pull his partner closer. A woman in a golden fishnet dress held her lover close and embraced a passionate kiss while moving in slow motion. She pulled away, revealing the nakedness under her dress, and began to dance to the beat. The dancefloor was a perfect blend of love, sexual tension, and freedom. It was not crowded, but the night was still young. The dance floor led to a raised stage where a pair of DJs orchestrated the night’s music. Cora made her way to the bar, too loud to verbally communicate, Cora began to use sign language, a modern language taught in school. Mastering sign language was not mandatory, but a basic understanding was.

Cora signs to the bartender, a man dressed in old punk, “I’d like a trip to the moon.”

The bartender nods and pulls out a small tablet from his back pocket. He signs to Cora. “Would you like a round trip?”

Cora nods.

The bartender extended the tablet to Cora along with a flat keycard for payment. She rose her bracelet. The device blinked once with “Thank you for your 1,000-dollar credit. Enjoy your trip.”

Cora’s focus was briefly shaken as a set of waving hands entered her view. A man sitting at the bar to her left turns to her and perfectly signs, “Can I buy you a drink?”

Cora smiled and politely responded, “No, thank you.”

He returns her smile and, in a gentle gesture, nods and slightly bows, returning to his drink as he bobs his head to the beat.

On the other side of the bar lay a section portrayed as a back alleyway. The walls are painted and molded to resemble back doors to unknown stores or establishments, benches and tables line the walls. In the far corner of this section, on the wall, is an old NASA patch. Cora places the keycard on the patch and a secret door hidden perfectly along the molded and painted wall clicks open. Behind stands a very large and very intimidating figure dressed in a sherwani with two red chevrons on the collar. Cora hands her keycard used to gain entrance, the man bows and closes the door behind her.

Before Cora was a dimly red-lit hallway. The hallway is wide, and she can see the full length before it sharply turns to the left. Cora made her way down. She had a change in demeanor. She grew more confident and fearless as she walked past the first room. The doors could remain open if the occupants chose so, if not, then the doors closed to a privacy opaque. The first door was open. The room was lit with a shade of fluorescent green. A headless king-size bed was positioned in the middle of this large room. On the right side of the bed, on the floor, lay a Sybian mount. Hanging from the walls were various wands, toys, feathers, whips, bondage, and chains. The three men who occupied this room, however, did not need anything. Cora walked past to see the naked men forming a sexual bond. Three different men. One, an athlete, or perhaps one who constantly worries about his own appearance, makes every effort to shape and build his physique so that he is liked or loved, lay on his knees on top of the bed; his mouth surrounding the phallus of an older man lying on his back. He had scars all over the visible side of his body. A set of dog tags shined just at the right moment. Were they his? Was he a warrior returning to his loves? The two men moaned in pleasure as the third, an older yet muscular white-haired hairy man, kneeled behind the athlete and gently, softly fucked the middle.

Cora continued on.

To her left another door was open for the lucky few to witness.

A woman, dark in skin tone, faced the door as she moved her hips, swaying back and forth. Beneath her sat a white man, skinny, tattooed. Both were at the edge of this room’s bed. Her long figure moved like a snake, her breasts gently fluctuating as she moved his erect penis further inside of her. The dim blue light offered a small glimpse of the sweat coming from the woman’s body. A white hand reached from behind to caress a dark nipple. She gasped air as he pinched. His hands collapsed to her hips and guided her deeper. She reached behind her head and pulled him close. Cora read her lips as she whispered, “fuck me hard.”

Cora walked to a pink-lit room with one occupant. A woman. She lay on her side. Her curves were that of a perfect sinusoidal signal. Her skin was evenly and lightly tanned, and her red hair lay casually over her dark green lace nightgown.

“Hello, Celeste,” Cora said as she moved in to kiss her love. Celeste's hand gently stroked Cora’s hair. Cora returned the gentle gesture and placed a hand on her shoulders. She reached in for another kiss.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to Celeste.” Cora made it clear that her love for her was a priority; she made it clear that she didn’t have to go through with this if she didn’t want to.

Celeste looked her straight in the eyes. “I want to do this.”

Cora in a passion, took Celeste by the base of the back of her head and kissed her. Her tongue smoothly played in Celeste’s mouth as the palm of her hand slid to the base of Celeste’s skull and grabbed her hair. Celeste opened her mouth to gasp, and Cora began to kiss the collarbone of her lover. A moan exited Celeste’s mouth.

“Oh my god.” Celeste's body began to quiver slightly. Cora switched her grip so that her dominant hand was free to slide down her pelvis and into her lace panties. Cora felt the wetness on her middle finger as Celeste’s body prepared for insertion. Just then, footsteps came from their room’s entrance. A man dressed in blue plaid pants and an open denim vest walked in. He was a man at least in his forties. He could pass as someone who worked out, but not as intensely as he once did in his youth. He was clean-shaven and had short, slicked-back hair. He moved in closer but was halted by Cora.

“Close the door.” She instructed.

He smiled and pressed a button along side the door frame. A sliding opaque door closed, allowing the occupants to view out, but nothing could be seen from the hallway into their room. It offered privacy and a sense of security.

“Are you Cora?” He asked while reaching to touch her.

Cora swiped the hand away. “I am.” You are to follow my instructions, is that understood?”

“Oh, this is some fucking bullshit; I just want to fuck you both and get on with my night.” He was annoyed. He was not used to waiting for things. Especially when it came to sex.

“You paid for an experience. I can refund you the money, and I can call my friend outside manning the door to escort you out if you like?” Cora confidently suggested.

“No, it’s fine. You two bitches better be worth it.”

“Oh, I assure you, it will be worth your time…and money.” Cora escorted the impatient man to a chair alongside the wall close to the bed.

“Sit here, and slowly take off your pants,” Cora instructed.

Cora walked backward to the bed. Cora instructed Celeste, her love, to face the man, to lay on the bed, bent on all fours.

“I can’t wait for you to suck me off.” The man barked.

“Sit down and shut up,” Cora demanded in a tone even Celeste hadn’t heard before. Begrudgingly, he followed her orders.

Cora dropped her dress and reached into a drawer from the opposite side of the room, never leaving eye contact with her guest sitting on the chair. She pulls from the drawer a dual phallus harness. One to be inserted by her, the other to pleasure her partner. Cora calmly walked to the bed and pulled lace panties down from Celeste. She digs her head into the mattress, ready for Cora. Cora places a finger inside her lover. It is slippery, Celeste gives off a gentle moan. The man, now with his pants down to his ankles, begins to stroke his penis and under his breath, begins to say the things he plans to do with them. Cora removes her finger from Celeste and licks it. She smacks the heart-shaped ass of her partner, leaves the harness on the bed, and walks towards the man sitting on the chair, masturbating. Cora walks behind him and whispers in his ear.

“This is fun right?” Cora asks. He nods his head.

“You will obey every command,” Cora instructs. He nods his head; he begins to stroke harder.

“I am your master. Say it.” Cora demands.

“Say it.” She demands again.

“You are my master.” He whispers as he strokes harder.

“What is your name?” Cora asks.

“Xavier.” He says with a moan.

“Do you go by Jinx?” Cora whispers in his ear.

“Yes.” He whispers again.

“Thank you, identity confirmed,” Cora whispers to his other ear as she reaches for a syringe staged at the bottom base of the chair.

Cora, in a swift motion, raises the syringe filled with a bright blue liquid high in the air and strikes it down perfectly into the heart of Xavier. His eyes go wide as he tries to take in air, but Cora quickly presses down, and Xavier’s body immediately becomes ridged. Xavier's eyes dart back and forth as Cora walks into his view. Cora looks at Xavier with a disappointed smirk.

“This stuff is unique. The stuff that is now flowing through your body.” Cora speaks in a calm collected voice. “You see, you fucked up somewhere and someone much higher in the food chain paid me a lot to do this.” Cora pauses. “So this is what is going to happen next. A group of staff members is going to take you away. Where they take you, I don’t know, but you’ll be awake for everything. Someone will eventually ‘unfreeze’ you and that is going to be painful as hell. I don’t envy your next few hours. But for what it is worth, good luck.”

With a press of a button, the door slid open and a pair of nicely dressed men entered the room carrying a black bag. The men tried greatly to avert their eyes from the women and focused on the task at hand. Maneuvering Xavier's body, the men managed to quickly seal him up, leaving an air hole for breathing, although Cora thought that it would probably be better for him if he simply died in the bag. Cora stood and watched them work. She needed to ensure the job was completed up to what was her responsibility.

“Elion, could you close the door when you leave, please.” Cora politely requested, her arms crossed across her chest.

“Of course, and I will make sure that the package reaches processing promptly.” Elion politely responded. The men left and closed the door behind them.

Cora walked to Celeste’s side.

“You can look up now,” Cora said comforting her lover of almost a decade.

“That wasn’t too scary right?” Cora asked, brushing Celeste’s hair with her fingers.

“Well, this was the last one, right?” Celeste asked.

“Yes,” Cora responded. Cora used her hand to lift up Celeste’s head. Their eyes focus on each other. Cora leaned in for a kiss. Cora’s hand felt the smooth skin of Celeste’s back.

“Do you still want me tonight?” Cora asked.

“Yes,” Celeste whispered.

“Say it,” Cora whispered.

“I want you. Please.”

Cora took a deep breath. She knew this was her last job with the agency. She could enjoy her life. She made enough money to last them two lifetimes. Cora grabbed the harness from the side of the bed. She inserted the dildo inside her slowly as she put on the harness. Her heartbeat rapidly as she pressed a button from the bottom of her inserted dildo.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Cora whispered to Celeste’s ears.

“Please.” Her lover begged back.

Cora knelt behind Celeste and placed two fingers on the clit of her lover. She slid her hand down, and Celeste relaxed her muscles, allowing the fingers to glide into her effortlessly. Cora used her hand to guide the other end of her harness into Celeste. Slowly, Cora inserts the vibrating cock deep into her lover. Cora places her hands on her lover’s hips and begins to move back just to where the tip is still inserted and slowly moves forward.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” Cora confidently says.

“Mmhmm.”

With each pound, both vibrating phalluses Cora slams her pelvis into Celeste. Both begin to moan loudly in pleasure. Cora used the sound of wet slapping as motivation to push harder. Celeste bit down on the bed sheets as Cora grabbed a handful of hair and pulled backward. This was only the beginning of their night. Cora’s last night on the job. The sweat began to pour down Cora’s forehead. In a minute, it would be Celeste’s turn.