“Where is the Yoni Master?” Lillian asked excitedly, craning her neck to search for Devin as she slapped her palms together.
I was looking, too. I spotted him standing off to the side with his hands behind his back, again, as if he had to protect them from the crowd. It occurred to me that I hadn’t even seen his hands… those magic, healing hands… I wondered if he wore white gloves to protect them. If I had magic hands I surely would. I’d wear oven mitts! I would imagine that a hangnail could be devastating. It took me a second to realize that he was staring back at me. He smiled just briefly and I nearly creamed my panties.
“I’d like to introduce to you the man who makes all this possible,” Ben said, extending a hand in Devin’s direction. “Please welcome… Yoni Master and the founder of Paradiso… Devin McMasters!”
The room erupted in screams and applause as Devin stepped up to the mic. You would have thought Justin Bieber or Elvis himself had just entered the room. Devin let them clap for a minute, then patted the air with his palms to get everyone to take a seat. It was the first time I’d seen his hands. His hands were large, the fingers long and slim. They looked like normal hands, but then again, what would magical hands look like?
“Please, sit,” Devin said, smiling broadly as his eyes went around the room. He looked directly at me again, eyes lingering, as if he were sending me a silent message no one else could hear. When he looked away, Lulu dug her elbow into my ribs.
“I think you’re The One,” she whispered excitedly. “Oh my god… I think you’re The One!”
“The one what?” I asked, swatting her away.
She wiggled her eyebrows at me. “You’ll see.”
Devin stood at the microphone with his hands tucked safely behind his back again. “First of all, let me welcome you to Paradiso,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, like warm butter melting on my nipples—I mean… well… never mind. “You are in for the experience of a lifetime. We are here to serve you. No request is too large or small.” He wiggled his eyebrows and the room giggled as one.
“Gosh, he’s just… dreamy…” Jan said with a schoolgirl sigh. I looked at Lulu and rolled my eyes.
“In your suite or villa, you will find the list of everything Paradiso has to offer in the way of recreation, dining, relaxation, massage, body wraps, facials, and of course, Yoni Massage.”
A wave of giggles washed across the room as if his words had sent a tingle throughout our collective vaginas. I glanced over at Lulu. She was squirming in her chair, as was I. Just the sound of those words coming from that beautiful mouth was making it hard for every woman in the room to breathe.
“As you know, Yoni is a very deeply, very spiritual, very emotional experience. It is not for everyone and performed for any purpose other than healing and rejuvenation would be blasphemous to the art of Yoni.”
“That means if you’re here just to get your pussy rubbed, ladies, you’re in the wrong place,” Lulu said, leaning in and sneering at the two women sitting with us. They gave her a look of horror, then turned their attention back to Devin. He paused to let his eyes drift around the room, as if he could spot those who were unworthy of his touch.
“So, please remember that Yoni performed by me is done so selectively, and offered only to those few who can benefit the most from the experience.” He paused and gestured to a group of men who had lined up behind him as he spoke. All dressed alike, of course. All good looking. All hot as hell. Devin smiled salaciously at the audience. “Of course, that’s not to say you can’t experience a similar outcome at the hands of my well-trained massage assistants.”
More giggles and a few whistles. I grinned because it was almost comical, like being at a formal dinner and having a Chippendales strip show break out. I almost expected his “well-trained massage assistants” to tear off their clothes and start shaking their asses and cocks around the room. He didn’t have to come out and say it. His meaning was clear. If you want to cum and squirt, ladies, my trained staff of finger fuckers and rug munchers are here to serve.
I had not noticed it before, but everyone who worked at Paradiso seemed to be male. The parking attendees, the concierge, the bellman, the waiters… I leaned over to Lulu.
“Are there any women working here?”
“Fuck no,” she said without taking her eyes off a nearby waiter who was smiling back at her. “All men, all ready to serve. Ain’t it great?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking back toward Devin. “Just great.”
He was staring at me.
Smiling.
Licking his lips.
A flash of memory came and went, leaving behind a warm pool of desire.
* * *
Devin finished his little speech and the waiters served dessert. I picked at the fudge brownie slathered in chocolate syrup over vanilla ice cream and scanned the crowd for Devin every couple of minutes. He had disappeared immediately after his welcome. I wondered if that meant he was gone for the night.
“Miss Casey?” I looked up to find Ben Chin standing beside my chair with a formal smile on his face. He held out his hand. “Would you come with me please?”
I started to say something, but a quick glance from Lulu told me to just shut up and go. I took his hand and let him lead me across the dining room as every head turned to watch us go. As we went out the door I heard a woman say, “She’s The One… lucky bitch…”
“What’s this about?” I asked as Ben led me down a long hallway, then another. He just smiled and kept moving. We came to a glass door that looked out onto a rear stone patio. On the other side of the patio were the half dozen lighted wooden stairways that led up the side of the mountain to the villas.
“Here you are, Miss Casey,” Ben said as he led me across the patio to the stairway that led to the highest villa. I could just see the twinkling lights through the evening mist fifty feet or so up. “Please be careful as you go up the stairs. The bamboo can be slippery.”
“Wait, I don’t understand,” I said as he started walking away.
He turned back and gave me a smile. “Congratulations, Miss Casey. You are The One.”
* * *
I didn’t find out until later what that meant.
I was The One.
But by the time the sun rose over the mountains the next morning, I would be both grateful and regretful that this honor had been bestowed upon me.
CHAPTER TWELVE: Devin
I stood in the darkness of the balcony and watched Cassandra Casey climbing the stairs up to my villa. Though the villa was a good fifty-feet above the lodge, there was a full moon out and the bamboo stairway was well-lit with torches that looked real, but were actually fed by propane tanks hidden in the mountain side. The torches, like so many aspects of Paradiso, were simply an illusion. I had learned long ago that people saw what they wanted to see. Illusions become reality. Perceptions became truth. I had built an incredibly profitable career on those words.
I glanced down again. I could see her bathed in the glow of the moon. With every step closer she came, the tighter the feeling in my chest. There was a dull ache in my balls that had not reared its head since the last time I was with the barfly, Lois.
I had felt the twinge of it as I gazed into Cassandra Casey’s eyes. Those beautiful eyes that looked so familiar, yet attached to a memory that was so far away.
My balls began to itch, needing to be scratched in the best possible way. My cock throbbed in my slacks. I slid my hand inside my pants and gave my cock a squeeze, but resisted the urge to stroke it hardness. I could only imagine Cassandra’s eyes after climbing the stairway only to find this wild-eyed motherfucker beating his meat over the edge of the balcony, shooting great ropes of white into the dark night.
I gave my cock a little squeeze and told it to be patient; its time would come, pardon the pun.
Like a well-trained pet, it went limp and fell against my leg, waiting patiently to be called.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Cassandra
I didn’t realize how out of shape I was until I climbed what felt like ten-thousand steps up the side of a freakin’ mountain during a California summer. Even though it was well after sundown, the air was warm and thick and heavy, and I was huffing and puffing and stopping ever few steps to wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
I was going to smell like a sweaty pig by the time I reached the villa where Devin McMasters waited for my arrival.
I was going to stink of sweat and pussy juice and desperation: not a winning combination by any means. I wouldn’t blame him if he tossed me over the balcony and called down for someone fresher in better shape.
I finally reached the landing and before I could knock, the door opened and there he stood, looking fresh as a daisy in his angelic white shirt and pants. He was barefoot. His perfect teeth seemed to glow against the dark tan of his skin.
“Miss Casey,” he said with a nod and wave of his hand. “Please, come in.”
“Thanks,” I said with a heavy sigh. I wiped my hands down my cheeks and gave him an embarrassed smile. “That’s quite a hike.”
“I hope you find it was worth the trouble,” he said, handing me a thick towel that had a P embroidered in one corner. I stared at the towel for a moment. I thought I was supposed to use it to wipe the sweat from my face, then he gestured toward an open hallway door across the room.