Storiesonline.net ------- La Cabana by John Evans Copyright© 2005 by John Evans ------- Description: Corey Grant, a computer games designer, is at the end of his rope. Although his games are selling like hotcakes, he is dissatisfied with his life. On Halloween, he and his gold-digging girlfriend are invited to the hottest club in town. The club is more than it seems. Codes: MF Mult fant cons gang anal ------- Corey Grant sighed a deep sigh of quiet desperation. "Aw, c'mon, man," he thought to himself. "Here I am twenty-three years old. My last video games design brought me up to 8.9 mil. I got a cool home, a killer car, and a girlfriend to die for." Corey's attempt to rouse himself trailed off in a blue funk as his mind brought up an image of Jeanette King, his girlfriend. Tall, leggy, with a massive rack and breathtaking ass, Jeanette was absolutely beautiful. Corey was amazed that she had been interested in a computer geek like him and was stunned when she moved in with him. "Why am I so down then?" he asked himself. Corey knew, even if he did not want to admit it to himself. No matter how he tried he could not get the coldness out of her eyes or a real smile on her lips. Her excitement and passion only seemed genuine when she was out spending his money or showing off. Corey shook his head. Tonight was a perfect example of that. It was Halloween and, from out of the blue, he and Jeanette had received an invitation to a masquerade ball at a new, trendy exclusive nightclub, La Cabana de Perdido Alma. One of Jeanette's friends had gotten in and all she did was rave about it. Corey knew that Jeanette had tried to get in a couple of times only to be politely, but firmly sent away. Jeanette's friendship with her friend had cooled greatly after that because of Jeanette's jealousy. That was all in the past now. "Hey, baby, how do I look?" Corey looked up from the living room sofa and almost choked. Jeanette's thick brown hair was styled up on top of her head to perfection. She was wearing a black Louis XIV dress which billowed out from her hips. The dress was adorned with silver rhinestones, sparkling with reflected light. A golden mask covered her face except for her eyes and her lips. The dress was low cut and off the shoulder. Her huge breasts pushed out the silky material and Corey was sure that one good inhale on her part would tear the cloth apart. Her makeup was so good as to be transparent and her pale blue eyes glittered in anticipation. "You look stunning," said Corey truthfully as he stood up. "Oh, you're so nice to say so," replied Jeanette, who had already turned away from him to check her makeup in a mirror. "C'mon, we don't want to be late." Corey sighed again as he hurried out the door after her. Jeanette sat in the back seat of Corey's Jaguar because of the dress. As Corey drove, she kept up a constant stream of dialogue. All of it revolved around the cost of the dress, how good it made her look, and if anyone famous would be at the ball. Corey did not say anything, not that he could get a word in edgewise, and feeling more and more like a chauffeur. They soon arrived at La Cabana. The club was located in an old, converted factory. Multi-colored lights illuminated the red brick exterior and all of the windows had been bricked over. Muscular men dressed like the roaring 20's gangsters guarded the entrance and exits as dozens of costumed revelers stood around outside. Corey pulled up at the front and two parking valets opened the car doors for him and Jeanette. Cameras flashed in his eyes as Corey exited his Jag. He lowered his head and put on his mask to shield his eyes. Looking downward, he saw his puffy white costume decorated with large black diamonds. The conical cap completed his Pagliacci outfit. "I'm a clown," thought Corey as his melancholia returned. "Hsst, Corey!" Corey looked up to see Jeanette standing by the entrance a good twenty feet away. She was giving him an angry stare and motioning him abruptly to hurry up. "C'mon, I can't get in without you!" she said as Corey hurried up the cordoned carpet. Corey handed the invitation over to one of the 'gangsters'. The bouncer stood a good six inches taller than Corey and his muscular build made him look invincible. His gaze swept back and forth between Corey and Jeanette several times before he smiled and opened the door for them. "I hope you enjoy yourselves," he said to them as they walked inside. "Omigod! Omigod! We're really here!" squealed Jeanette in delight as she tugged on Corey's arm. The entrance door opened onto a large landing with a wide staircase going down to the main level. A large balcony circled to the left and right of the landing around the perimeter of the main floor. Archways branched off from the balcony, but Corey could not see where they led to. A band was performing on a stage across the way on the main floor. Colored lights flitted around the club and laser lights strobed through the air adding to the dazzling display. The main dance floor was packed with costumed partiers. Jeanette yanked on Corey's arm again, dragging him down the stairs towards an empty table she had spotted on the main floor. "Do you think anyone famous is here?" asked Jeanette as she sat down. Her head turned this way and that scanning the crowd. "We'll never know with everyone wearing a mask!" "Hey! This is our table!" exclaimed a man wearing a Zorro outfit and carrying two margaritas in his hands. A woman in a heavily veiled Spanish dress stood beside him. "I'm sorry..." Corey started to say as he began to stand up. Jeanette grabbed him by the sleeve and yanked him down hard back into his seat. "It was empty when we arrived," said Jeanette sweetly. "It's ours now. Run along and bother someone else." The man's face turned red in anger and his hands tightened on the glasses he was holding. The woman beside him glared at Corey looked at the man and saw his nostrils flare as he took in a deep breath. "Is there a problem here?" asked a rich, melodious voice from behind Corey. Corey spun around. A tall, beautiful woman was standing behind him. She was dressed in a skin-tight, leather Catwoman costume, which adhered perfectly to her hourglass figure. Her eyes, shining out from beneath the mask, were a brilliant green and her lips were full, rich, and red. Her skin was bronzed, almost golden, and Corey could see wisps of auburn hair tucked under her cap. "These people took our table, Delphena," said Zorro angrily. Corey stood up, shaking off Jeanette's hand. He turned around to face Delphena. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "We did not know the table was taken. There was no one here when we sat down." Delphena gave him a dazzling smile and said, "You must be Corey and this is Jeanette." She looked over at Zorro. "They're new, Carlos. Why don't you and Conchita find another table? I'll make it up to the two of you later." The faces of both Carlos and Conchita lost their angry scowls, which was replaced by a look of pure delight. They nodded amiably to Corey and Jeanette before losing themselves in the crowd. "Thank you," said Corey to Delphena. "How did you know who we are?" "It's my business to know who I invite to my party," said Delphena with a laugh. "I run La Cabana." "Oooo," cooed Jeanette, suddenly interested. "Is there anyone famous here?" Delphena gave Jeanette a knowing smile. "A few," she told her mysteriously, "but it's against the rules to tell you. You have to find them on your own." "Oh, pooh," huffed Jeanette. "C'mon, just a hint." "Oh, alright." Delphena leaned down and whispered loudly, "They're wearing a mask." Jeanette's eyes narrowed when she realized what Delphena had said. Corey quickly asked Jeanette what she wanted to drink to head off the impending explosion. Delphena laughed and said, "I shouldn't pull your leg that way. To show there are no hard feelings, the first round is on the house." Jeanette smiled wickedly and said, "In that case, I'll have the Dom Perignon, Corey" "We only sell it by the bottle," stated Delphena. "So?" asked Jeanette with her eyebrows arched upward. "Good selection," said Delphena without a trace of rancor. "Come along, Corey. I'll introduce you to the bartender. Oh, Jeanette, I will give you a hint. You should take a closer look at Carlos and Conchita." Corey followed Delphena towards the club's main bar. The chaotic mixture of the disco and strobe lights along with the noise of the crowd and the heavy beat of the music made Corey a little uneasy. The crowd of people at the bar seemed to part aside as he and Delphena stepped up to the rail. "Mike, this is Corey," said Delphena, introducing the muscular bartender to Corey. "He and his girlfriend will start off with a bottle of Dom Perignon. They are at Table 12. Please put a reserved sign on their table. Anything they want is on the house." "Wait a minute," stammered Corey quickly. "You don't have to do that. I have enough to pay our way." "You're wealthy enough to pay your own way several times over," said Delphena. "Jeanette took advantage of your offer," argued Corey. "It's not fair to you." "Trust me. It won't affect my business." Delphena turned to Mike, the bartender, who had come back with a silver ice bucket and the champagne. "Take it over to their table. I want to talk to Corey for a few." As Mike left, she turned back to Corey. "Jeanette appears to be a go-getter and, if you will pardon my saying so, not really your type." "Oh, and what is my type?" "You're a watcher. You watch the world drift by without getting involved. You're wealthy, but you don't do anything with your wealth." "I own a mansion," said Corey defensively. "That Jeanette probably pushed you into," countered Delphena. "Er..." stammered Corey, remembering Jeanette dragging him to the realtors. "I have a new Jaguar." "That Jeanette picked out. Corey, I'm not trying to insult you or make you feel bad. Most of the people who come to my place are absorbed in themselves. The watchers want to watch for their own personal amusement. The go-getters want to get what they can for themselves. You don't have to be evil or bad to be indifferent. You knew that Jeanette was taking advantage of my offer and tried to correct it. Take a walk around the club and look at the people." With that said, Delphena turned around and walked off. Corey headed back to the table and was a little surprised to see Jeanette there talking to Carlos, Conchita, and Mike. "Oh, Corey!" gushed Jeanette. "You'll never believe this! Carlos and Conchita are famous Spanish actors and Mike used to be a world-class wrestler. They've been pointing out all sorts of people to me... politicians, singers, and... everyone! We were just heading out to the dance floor. Be a dear and watch the table. I know you hate to dance." Before Corey could say anything, the other four people all stood up and left him standing there. Corey swallowed down the bitter retort he was about to have said. He was just about to plop down in a chair when he saw a dancing couple bump into a girl who was wearing a gold brocade medieval dress. The dress was open in the front displaying a vast amount of cleavage and was complete with a cone-shaped hat. The girl was knocked off balance and almost caught herself, but her shoes snagged in the hem of her long skirt. She staggered and fell heavily to the floor with her cap flying off her head. The couple danced on, oblivious to the girl's plight. A thought flashed through Corey's mind. He knew, under normal circumstances, that he would have stayed right where he was and watched the girl out of the corner of his eye. Remembering Delphena's assessment of him, Corey stood up and went over to the girl. "May I help you?" he asked, offering her his hand. Deep blue eyes looked up at him from behind a golden mask as she said, "I thank thee for thy help, good sir." "You're welcome," said Corey, smiling at her archaic speech. He helped her to her feet and then retrieved her hat. "My thanks, again," said the girl, taking her cap from him. "It's nothing," replied Corey. "You're not hurt, are you? You took a bad fall." "Nay, I am not injured," replied the girl with a shy smile. "Thou art kind fro asking. I have not seen thee here anon. Thou art different, unlike the others that inhabit this dwelling." "According to Delphena, I'm just like the rest of them. Our methods are different, that's all." "Thy one act of kindness hast placed thee apart," said the girl seriously. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I pray thee, good sir, get thee hence and ner return. Ye must..." "Rebecca, I see you have met Corey," interrupted Delphena, walking towards both of them. "I hope you will excuse us. I would like to show Corey around." "I hope to see you later, Rebecca," said Corey as Delphena took his arm. "Thou shalt, but not in a manner thou would wish," replied Rebecca. "Heed the warning I have given thee." "You can't tell me she is like the rest," stated Corey as Rebecca walked away. "No one is exactly alike, but don't let her speech fool you," said Delphena. She started towards the stairs going up to the balcony. "Let me show you. You've seen the dance floor. There are other parts of the building worth looking at." Corey followed Delphena up to the balcony and she then led him through one of the archways. The room beyond was circular with a large round opening in the floor. A railing surrounded the opening and a couple of people were leaning on it looking down below. Corey moved forward and peered over the railing. He was surprised to see a number of people seated around a large banquet table. They were gorging themselves on the bountiful feast set one the table and swilling down goblets of red wine. Corey looked up at the people lining the railing and was a little repulsed at the intensity as they stared at the people below. He turned and walked out of the room. "Strange, isn't it?" asked Delphena. "What some people find interesting to watch. I think you'll find the next room more to your style." Corey entered through the next archway to find a similar room as the one before. There were more people lined around the railing. Corey could sense a tenseness in the people and saw the intensity with which they stared through the opening at the floor below. He Moved over to an empty space beside the rail and looked down. Corey's breath caught in his throat at the sight below him. A bed dominated the entire room. A naked blond was kneeling on the bed towards the foot with her large tits pressing into the mattress. Corey could not see her face because she had it buried between the legs of an olive-skinned woman. A black-haired man stood behind the blond, grasping her hips as he fucked his hard cock in and out of her with hard, pounding thrusts. The olive-skinned woman was writhing on the bed and sucking the hard prick of a man kneeling beside her. Corey recognized the last man as Mike and then it all clicked together. Jeanette flipped her head up to gasp for air while flicking her hair back out of the way before diving back down to lick Conchita's hot, wet pussy. Corey could hear Carlos' hips smack up against Jeanette's skin with each hard thrust of his hard cock into her tight slit. Her ass rippled with each slap of their thighs. Conchita was moaning loudly in passion as she sucked voraciously on Mike's thick hard penis. Mike was breathing heavily and Corey knew he was close to climaxing because Mike's muscles were tensing up for the big passionate explosion. "Hmm, now there's a sight for you," Delphena murmured in Corey's ear. She leaned her body against his to look over the railing and then look down Corey's front. "I see someone likes it." Corey looked down and was shocked to see that his cock was hard and jutting the costume he was wearing out like a tent. He had not even realized how turned on he was. "Watch closely," whispered Delphena as her hands circled around from behind to rub Corey's chest. Corey looked up when he herd the click of a door latch coming up from the room below. He gasped when he saw Rebecca walk in carrying a wooden box. She was still dressed in her medieval attire, but she moved with a sensuous sway that seemed to excite Corey even more. Rebecca placed the box on the floor and opened it. She pulled out of the box an eight-inch long dildo and a glass jar. Corey could not tear his eyes away from the scene below him. Delphena's hands had moved lower over his stomach and were lightly caressing around his penis without coming into contact with it. Corey was aware of the heavy breathing coming from the other spectators and he suddenly shivered as Delphena lightly scratched a long mail all the way up from the base of his cock to the tip. Corey watched Rebecca open the glass jar and dip two fingers into it. She scooped out a dollop of clear gel and spread it liberally over the dildo. Holding the dildo in her hand, she stepped over to stand beside Carlos and laid her gel-smeared hand on Jeanette's ass. Conchita, with Mike still fucking his cock in and out of her mouth, grasped Jeanette's hair to keep her head plastered to her cunt. Rebecca smeared the gel over Jeanette's rectum and then wormed her middle finger all the way into Jeanette's ass. Jeanette jerked at the anal penetration, but could not move with Carlos holding her hips and Conchita's fingers wrapped in her hair. She gave a muffled yelp as Rebecca inserted a second finger and worked them around to widen and stretch out Jeanette's tight ass. Carlos and Mike increased their pace, ramming their dicks in and out of their respective holes. The musky scent of sex filled the air and Corey stood still, transfixed by the sight unfolding below him. Delphena was now kneading his cock with one hand while her other rubbed over Corey's chest. Suddenly, Corey heard Mike grunt and saw him begin to tremble. Mike started to shoot streams of thick jism into Conchita's waiting mouth. Creamy gobs of sperm dribbled down to her chin even though she was swallowing as fast as possible. Rebecca pulled her fingers out of Jeanette's ass, which elicited a loud muffled moan of disappointment from Jeanette. Rebecca turned slightly, placed the tip of the greased dildo against Jeanette's spasming asshole, and shoved. Jeanette screamed, bucked, and orgasmed all at the same time as Rebecca pushed six inches of the dildo deep into Jeanette's rectum. Jeanette's thrashing set off Conchita and Carlos. Conchita, cursing in Spanish, shivered and quaked in the throes of her orgasm. Holding tight to Jeanette's hair, her juices gushed out all over Jeanette's face. Carlos arched his hips forward in a powerful thrust as his balls tightened up. He gasped loudly in relief as he blasted wad after wad of hot, sticky jizz deep into Jeanette's womb. With a long, drawn-out gasp, Jeanette suddenly went limp and collapsed face down on the bed. White semen began to ooze out of her cunt as the dildo stuck up obscenely out of her ass. Almost all of the spectators sighed deeply with great pleasure. Corey did not. When Jeanette collapsed, Rebecca turned to look up at him. Corey almost recoiled at the intense pain and sadness he saw in her eyes. Suddenly angry with himself, he flung off Delphena's hands and stormed out of the room. He walked toward the exit, but stopped before leaving to regain some control of his emotions. Looking back, he saw Delphena coming towards him in a sexy Catwoman walk. A sudden movement at the base of the stairs caught his eye and he saw Rebecca running up them. She stopped on the last step with her eyes wide in apprehension. "I'm leaving," said Corey to Delphena abruptly. "I don't think I'm suited for this place." "You came in with someone," said Delphena. "You have to leave with her." "She's not my concern," stated Corey, trying to push the door open. It would not budge. "She can stay as long as she likes." "You came together," said Delphena firmly. "You have to leave together." "Fine... I'll wait here." Delphena gazed at Corey for a couple of seconds and then walked over to the top of the stairs. She motioned with her hands to someone below before walking back to Corey. "She'll be up in a minute," said Delphena in a tone as if she was discussing the weather. "I'm sorry you did not enjoy yourself." Corey did not trust himself to say anything, so he looked away. He found himself staring at Rebecca. "I would like Rebecca to leave with us," he said suddenly for reasons he could not name. "I have no hold on Rebecca," stated Delphena. "That's not the impression I got," replied Corey. "Thy act of kindness towards me hast freed thee," said Rebecca, walking hesitantly over to them. Corey looked over at Delphena and saw a glint of humor in her green eyes. "If that's true, then your warning was a kindness that will set you free," he told her. Rebecca gasped and looked at Delphena with trepidation. Delphena gave her a knowing smile and nodded so slightly that it was almost imperceptible. Rebecca smiled hesitantly as relief and joy came to her face. Just then, Jeanette was brought up the steps escorted by two bouncers. Her clothing and hair was totally disarrayed and her face was still shiny from Conchita's juices. She was protesting loudly, but no one was paying her any attention. "Jeanette, Corey wishes to leave," said Delphena. "So? Let him," snarled Jeanette, trying to shake her arms free from the bouncers' grip. "I'm afraid you two came in together, so you'll have to leave together, ' stated Delphena. "Corey, we're staying," said Jeanette ominously. "No, we're not." "Listen, you limp dick..." The rest of what Jeanette was going to say was lost as she was dragged by the two bouncers out the door. Delphena then led Corey and Rebecca outside. Jeanette was being held down by the valet booth. "Good luck, Corey," said Delphena, holding out her hand. "Rebecca, if you can wait a minute or two here, I have something for you." Corey shook Delphena's hand and looked at Rebecca. She nodded that she would be okay and he then walked towards the valet booth. His car had just driven up and, without a word said, both he and Jeanette climbed in. Silence reigned the whole way home. No sooner had they arrived at the mansion, than Jeanette jumped out of the car and walked quickly inside. Corey sighed and followed after her slowly. He knew nothing had changed with her and cursed himself for being a fool for not seeing what she really was. As he entered the house, he saw her coming out of the bathroom. Her face was cleaned and her hair had been rearranged. She grabbed her purse and headed towards him. "I'm going back," she said haughtily as she opened the door. "Don't bother waiting up." Jeanette stopped and looked back over her shoulder. "Oh, by the way, you'll be hearing from my lawyer in the morning." Corey stared at the door for a long time after Jeanette had left. Too much had happened too fast and Corey really could not comprehend some of what had gone on this night. Surprisingly, the one thing he did feel was relief now that Jeanette had left. Standing up straight, he headed towards the kitchen, but stopped when the doorbell rang. He walked back, opened the door, and was startled to see Rebecca standing there. She was still wearing her brocade dress and conical cap, but not her golden mask. Her face was lovely and radiant. Rebecca gave Corey a shy look and a bright smile. "Rebecca, I..." Rebecca stepped forward and kissed Corey before he could say another word. That kiss enflamed Corey's passion and he wrapped his arms around her as he returned her kiss with fervor. Rebecca's hat was knocked aside, but she did not seem to notice as they grasped each other, kissing ardently. Rebecca moaned as Corey's tongue licked over her lips and her own came out to duel with his. Panting heavily, Rebecca pulled Corey close and began attacking the buttons on the back of his costume. Corey did the same to her and they quickly shed their clothing. Corey stepped back slightly to look at Rebecca. Her golden hair hung down her back past her thin waist. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and Rebecca's breasts were very large and full. Corey knew Jeanette's were a 38DD, but he was sure Rebecca's were much bigger. He reached up gently to caress them and was amazed at how heavy they were, but, at the same time, so exquisitely soft in texture. He instinctively knew that they were real, which was more than he could say about Jeanette's. Corey shook his head to thrust all thoughts of Jeanette away. Smiling at Rebecca, he traced his thumbs over her hard erect nipples causing her to shiver in pleasure. "Now, my lord," gasped Rebecca as she pulled Corey to the floor. "Push thy shaft into me. I can not wait any longer." Corey lowered himself between Rebecca's legs and placed the tip of his raging hard-on at the entrance to her dripping wet pussy. He started to slide his cock into that velvet cocoon, but it something an inch or so in. Before he could do anything, Rebecca arched up, grabbed his butt, and painfully dug her fingernails into his ass. Corey lunged forward driving his hard prick into her hot tight vagina. Rebecca gasped in pain as her hymen ripped apart. She shook and trembled beneath him with tears in her eyes and an ecstatic smile on her face. "T'was... t'was both... pain and pleasure... in that... in that... assault, my lord," she gasped. "We've only started, my lady," replied Corey as he gently slid his cock in and out of her. It was only a couple of moments later before Corey was pounding his shaft into Rebecca with her screaming encouragement to him. Rebecca orgasmed twice and then once more when Corey's sexual passion peaked and he spurted his hot seed deep into her womb. Corey felt like his whole body was part of his climax as everything within him seemed to center on each one of his spurts. As their ardor subsided, Corey rolled off Rebecca and they lay side by side for a long time, gasping for breath and trembling all over. "That was... fantastic!" panted Corey when he was finally able to speak. "Aye, my lord," replied Rebecca, rolling over onto her side to cuddle up with him. "I am glad I found thee." "How did you find me?" asked Corey with a smile. Rebecca sat up, her large breasts swaying with the movement. Corey thought then and there that he could watch that movement all day long and all night as well. Rebecca pulled a card and an envelope out of an inside pocket of her dress. "Delphena hast given me these items and put me in a strange carriage which brought me to thee. The windows in the carriage were black so I could not see out of them," said Rebecca, handing them over to Corey. The card was a business card for La Cabana with Corey's address written on the back. As Corey looked at it, he jumped and yelled as the card went completely black and disappeared in a grey puff of smoke. He looked over at Rebecca who had a look of incomprehension on her face, which suddenly changed to a look of sadness. "Your lady hast returned to Delphena," she said to Corey. "Thou will not see her again." "What do you mean?" asked Corey as he opened the envelope. Inside the envelope was a note, a piece of parchment, and a birth certificate for Rebecca Truscott of Essex. Corey opened the note and read: Corey, The birth certificate enclosed within will allow Rebecca to live and function in your society. Jeanette will return to me of her own free will, which is something you can not control. Take care of Rebecca and keep her safe. I hope never to see either of you again, but the choice is up to you. DELPHENA The parchment was very old and yellowed. Corey carefully unfolded the brittle paper. The top line in gothic lettering read, 'Essex Cathedral, Registry of Births'. Corey scanned down the names and swallowed hard when he saw an entry fro Rebecca de Truscott, born the fifteenth of March in the year of Our Lord 1193. Holding the papers in his hands, Corey looked up at Rebecca shaking his head. "I see thou dost not understand," said Rebecca calmly. "The tavern thou wast in was not of this world. It is the Inn of the Lost Soul. For a short time of thy life, thou wast in Purgatory. I lived there much longer. I wast selfish and care for no one, but myself. I did what I liked regardless of the effects mine actions had upon others. I sought entertainment at the tavern and could not get free." "You're free now," said Corey. "Delphena wrote that she hopes to never see us again." He then hesitated before continuing. "If you would like to, I would like you to stay with me. I can show you the 21st century and keep you safe as Delphena asked me to. Maybe with the two of us being together, we can stay away from her place." Rebecca gave Corey a coy smile and stretched her arms above her head. Corey's eyes widened and he gulped nervously as he watched her tits lift up and out. Her pink areolas and suckable nipples seemed to be crying out for attention. "That depends, my lord, on if thou hast a softer place than this floor to frolic upon," she said in a low, husky voice. "I think I can manage that," replied Corey with a smile. "I have a large waterbed upstairs." "Water... bed? How dost thou sleep on water?" "Wait and see," said Corey, thinking over all the new concepts and items that Rebecca had never seen before. "This is going to be fun?" ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-10-18 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------