Chapter 3: The Scalp
Bermuda pulled into the underground parking garage of the skyscraper, her hands shaking slightly. Her mind swirled with thoughts of her son, his mysterious condition, and the weight of her own secrets.
She parked her car and stepped out, breathing in the cooling dusk air. As she walked towards the elevator, her steps were heavy with the burden of her choices. With each step, she wondered if she had made the right decision.
Bermuda pressed the button for the penthouse floor, watching the numbers count down slowly.
Her thoughts turned to the last conversation she had with Michael. She knew she had to address the issue soon, but how? Would he accept her explanation, or would he view her as a villain?
The elevator doors opened, revealing the dimly lit corridor leading to the penthouse studio. She entered the studio, the warm light from the floor-to-ceiling windows casting an ethereal glow across the space.
Bermuda took a moment to marvel at the stunning view of the city before her, the distant lights twinkling like stars against the night sky.
Her thoughts drifted back to Michael and the weight of her own secrets. She knew she couldn't ignore the situation any longer, but how should she approach the subject with her son?
She straightened her tight dress, adjusting her large bosom to be it's most presentable. That would have to wait, for now, it's time to work. Though, she was curious why she was alone.
Did Alexis decide to take a break without telling her? Or did Will need a moment alone? Perhaps he wanted to share something with her later. Bermuda shrugged it off, focusing instead on the task at hand. Bermuda decided to pull out her cell phone and make a call.
Alexis picked up on the first ring. "Hello, Bermuda. To what do I owe this pleasure?" His voice came through the phone, smooth and polite.
"Hi, Alexis," Bermuda responded, her voice quivering slightly. "Where is everyone? This was supposed to be Sarah and Lily's first on the books shoot." Bermuda said, recalling the names. "They didn't show up?"
"Oh, they did," Alexis answered plainly. "However, I sent them home. Something far more, mmm, interesting came up. You'll soon see, because WE are coming up the elevator this very moment." Alexis finished, the statement dripping with intent.
"We? What do you mean 'we', Alexis?" Bermuda asked cautiously, her curiosity piqued.
"Well, dear Bermuda, it appears your dear, sweet, innocent son Michael has expressed interest in joining our ranks." Alexis explained casually, as though sharing news of a neighbor's new puppy.
Bermuda's heart sank as she realized that Michael had known about Alexis' presence all along. "I…I hadn't told him about you guys yet. How did he find out?" Bermuda asked, her brow furrowed with confusion. "How does he even know about you and this place?"
"Well, darling," Alexis drawled, "It seems he's done quite a bit of research on adult entertainment recently. And he happens to share some common interests with our current talent pool."
"Common interests?" Bermuda echoed incredulously. "You mean sex?"
"Of course, my dear," Alexis replied, his tone amused. "Who else would be interested in working with us?"
Bermuda was taken aback by the revelation. She never imagined her son delving into such explicit content.
Michael's research fascinated her, but the idea of him joining the industry left her reeling. Bermuda closed her eyes, trying to process the situation. The thought of her son engaging in explicit acts and possibly developing intimate relationships with others sent a wave of discomfort coursing through her body. Despite the initial shock, she knew she had to talk to Michael about his interests and concerns.
Bermuda hung up the phone, her stomach churning with worry as she saw the elevator doors open.
Out of the elevator stepped Alexis with a flourish and Will silently close behind. Then after a pause that sent a chill down Bermuda's spine, Michael stepped out, he wore an expensive suit, his hair neatly combed. It was clear he had prepared himself for tonight.
Bermuda tried to suppress the fear and anxiety surging inside her as she greeted her son with a smile, "Hi, Michael! Good to see you." But her voice wavered slightly, betraying her inner turmoil.
"Hi, mom." Michael nodded, his face a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He looked around the penthouse studio, taking in the breathtaking views of the city below.
"Cleans up nice, doesn't he Bermuda?" Alexis complimented, his tone smooth as silk.
"Indeed, he does," Bermuda agreed, attempting to hide her anxiety. "Your doing, I suppose?"
Will stood motionless, silent as always, his gaze focused solely on Michael. Bermuda wondered what was going on in his head - whether he felt anything like the discomfort she did at seeing her son among them.
She fought the urge to grab Michael by the shoulders and demand an explanation, but kept her composure, smoothing out the creases in her dress once again.
Meanwhile, Alexis observed the scene with a predatory glint in his eye, his focus sharply fixed on Michael. Will remained silent, seemingly unperturbed by the tension in the room. Bermuda struggled to understand the dynamics between these three people - the power struggle, the tension, the undeniable sexual chemistry in the room.
Her son's presence seemed to throw everything into chaos, creating an unsettling environment filled with unease and arousal.
As Bermuda took a seat near the window, the sun setting behind the city, she found herself questioning everything. The past, the decisions she'd made, the potential consequences of her son being here. Was this truly the path she wanted for him?
The penthouse studio was now bathed in golden hues, casting long shadows over the opulent furniture and walls.
As evening fell, the view outside the panoramic windows grew increasingly hazy with the fog rolling in from the city streets below. Bermuda could feel the tension in the room growing thicker with each passing second. She needed to act fast before things escalated further.
Bermuda rose from her seat, crossing the room with determination. She approached her son and Alexis, attempting to project confidence despite her nerves.
"I'm hungry, are you hungry, Michael?" Alexis asked, his question like a castle gate dropping down between Bermuda and her son.
The sudden change in atmosphere felt oppressive, as if the air itself was being strangled.
Bermuda paused, looking from Michael to Alexis and then back to Michael again. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she prepared to confront the situation.
"I can eat," Michael replied with surprising honesty. "Nothing fancy though. Something leftover."
"Something cold, like Chow Mein." Alexis suggested with a smile, his teeth glinting under the dim light.
"Sounds good," Michael agreed, flashing a smile of his own. His excitement seemed to be genuine, though Bermuda couldn't help but notice the slight awkwardness that accompanied it.
"Will!" Alexis barked.
Will wheeled up to the bar, where the two men sat, and presented two boxes of Chinese takeout, cold enough that condensation was beginning to form on the boxes.
"These look great," Michael enthused, admiring the boxes. "I love Chow Mein."
"So do I," Alexis chimed in, his enthusiasm matched only by his lustful gaze on Bermuda.
"There's no better food than Chinese," Alexis declared cheerfully, opening one of the boxes. He pulled out a pair of chopsticks and began picking out a few pieces of vegetables and... "Oysters?" Alexis asked, looking at Will with a rarely displayed sentimentality.
Will simply nodded, his expression unreadable. There was a quiet intensity in the room, the kind that precedes an explosion.
"I try never to utter the grotesquely overused word 'Love' unless it's warranted." Alexis spoke, his voice low and deliberate, punctuating with oyster laden chopsticks. "But I'm close Will. I'm close." Alexis repeated, his gaze piercing Will's stoic facade. It was clear there was a deeper connection between these two men. An unspoken bond that went beyond friendship or partnership.
Michael chuckled, stirring his Chow Mein.
"I'm being sincere!" Alexis said, his movements animated. "Will is a man after my own heart. Demonstrating unrivaled competence and unwavering loyalty." Alexis said, his voice resonating with pride. Will simply acknowledged with a nod, his expression remaining impassive.
"He's a valuable asset." Bermuda commented, attempting to sound professional. Her palms were sweaty and her stomach was in knots. The conversation had shifted, and Bermuda had to act quickly.
"As are you, loving, nurturing Bermuda." Alexis continued, his gaze burning into her. "For you have given me Michael."
"You deserve this, Bermuda, Will, both of you do." Alexis said with a hushed tone.
"Deserve what?" Bermuda demanded, feeling her stomach churn.
At that moment she was swept off her feet, so fast, so gentle she didn't even perceive the arms cradling her. "Will?" Bermuda whispered, her breath quickening. "With me? Are you sure?" She said looking up at his stoic face.
Bermuda wasn't sure how she should react to the revelation. It was as if she was plunged into unknown waters, unsure of what she would find beneath the surface. Michael seemed unnerved too, though it was hard to tell if it was due to his mother's presence or something else entirely.
Bermuda hesitated, searching for the right words to say. The tension in the room thickened, palpable. It was as if the silence drew taut strings, slowly pulling them together.
Bermuda's pulse raced, her heartbeat quickening in her chest. The atmosphere was becoming increasingly charged, almost unbearably tense. As Will laid her on the fur rug in the center of the studio, Bermuda sensed the desire in the air, the heat radiating from Alexis and her son.
Will, who until now had been a cipher, began to loosen his collar, the buttons straining against his broad chest.
Bermuda noticed the subtle movement, feeling a mixture of curiosity and anxiety. This was a side of Will she hadn't seen before. He had always been a silent observer, his emotions concealed behind a polished veneer.
Bermuda turned to her son, trying to gauge his reaction. Michael appeared caught between fascination and apprehension. He couldn't take his eyes off Will, a sense of awe mingling with uncertainty. This was unlike any interaction Bermuda had ever witnessed between her son and his peers.
The energy in the room shifted from tense to downright electric. The sexual tension between the her and Will was undeniable, leaving everyone on edge.
Michael cautiously took another bite of his Chow Mein, swallowing hard as he looked at his mother and Will. Bermuda could see the conflicting emotions playing across his face – confusion, excitement, trepidation. She couldn't decide which emotion gripped him more.
Will, however, seemed unfazed by the mounting pressure.
He moved towards Bermuda, his movements measured yet confident. His hand caressed her cheek, a gentle touch that sent shivers down her spine. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her lips, his fingers finding her neck. Bermuda's breath hitched as Will leaned closer, their faces mere inches apart. His eyes were dark pools of passion, mirroring the desire coursing through her veins.
Michael watched intently, his eyes wide with surprise and wonder. This was something new for him, seeing his mother engaged in such a way.
But he also couldn't deny the thrill it evoked within him. His body tensed, his heart pounding rapidly. Despite his fear and uncertainty, a part of Michael felt alive, his skin prickling with a strange mix of fear and arousal. The air around them seemed to crackle with electricity, the tension unbearable.
Bermuda felt her body tremble, every muscle tensing, waiting for the moment Will would push her further. He stroked her bare shoulder, running his hands along her arms, causing shivers to ripple through her.
Bermuda moaned softly, closing her eyes as the pleasure built inside her. Will lowered his head, trailing kisses along her jawline, sending waves of desire coursing through her veins. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, an insistent reminder of their growing need.
Her hands reached out to pull him closer, her nails raking lightly along his shoulders. Bermuda wanted more, needed Will to consume her completely. Their bodies moved in sync, the air around them electrified with raw passion.
Gasping, eyes wide, she turned to Alexis. "Alexis, does Will know?"
"Will knows all." Alexis stated with admiration, but continued. "However, yes, your womanhood will remain single use. He will keep things to your, mmm, backside." Alexis teased, running his tongue suggestively along his bottom lip. "Your sweet ass, my dear Bermuda, deserves the best. And what could be better than having it belong to my cherished friend?"
"What? What did Mom's question mean? What did you mean by Mom's womanhood remaining single use?" Michael inquired, his voice breaking with concern. Bermuda hesitated, contemplating her response. She glanced at Alexis, seeking assistance.
"It means your mommy will only be able to enjoy sex in her bottom," Alexis explained, his tone matter-of-fact. "Just like an animal in heat." He chuckled darkly, as if relishing the thought.
Michael's brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes darting between Bermuda and Alexis. He couldn't quite comprehend the idea, let alone accept it.
Satisfied with Alexis' curt, but accurate explanation, Bermuda turned her attention back to Will. "Well then, saddle up," she quipped, throwing her arms around his neck, her lips pressing against his firm, inviting flesh. Michael gulped audibly, his mind whirling with questions. He couldn't fathom the feelings roiling within him, the sudden surge of lust and jealousy intertwined with love and confusion.
As Will skillfully removed Bermuda's clothes, his fingers deftly undoing each button and zipper, she felt a rush of adrenaline course through her veins. This was different from anything she had experienced before.
"Okay Will," Bermuda panted, "My ass has been around the block a time or two. It's had just about every toy, every item stuffed up in there. So, don't feel embarrassed if I don't react right..."
Bermuda closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as Will expertly entered her. With every thrust, she felt herself falling deeper into the vortex of ecstasy. The world outside their little sphere no longer existed. Only they mattered, only their mutual desire and lust.
"Fuck me harder, Will." Bermuda commanded, her voice hoarse. "Make me yours."
Will obliged, taking her roughly, pounding into her with ferocity. The passion in his eyes burned bright, his mouth a thin line of determination.
Will reached for her hips, pulling her body flush against his own. Bermuda cried out in ecstasy, reaching behind to his hips, her nails digging into his skin. His hands gripped her tightly, driving her harder against him, making her moan in delight.
In this moment, Bermuda was consumed by the heat of their desire, lost in the depths of sensual bliss. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust heightening the other's arousal.
Michael's eyes widened, his heart racing in his chest. Never had he witnessed his mother so lost in passion, so open to exploration. His breathing grew shallow, his throat dry as he fought the urge to look away. The sight of his mother in such a vulnerable state filled him with conflicting emotions - shame, excitement, and a deep longing to experience this himself.
Bermuda's body arched backwards, her cries echoing throughout the penthouse studio. Every muscle tensed as her climax approached, her fingernails digging into Will's shoulders.
With one final thrust, Bermuda came undone, screaming Will's name as her body shook with ecstasy. He followed her over the edge, groaning loudly as he buried himself fully inside her. They collapsed onto the floor, spent and satisfied.
Taking a deep breath, Michael tried to regain his composure. This was not how he imagined his first encounter with adult entertainment. Yet, a part of him couldn't help but feel a pang of envy, wondering what it would be like to share this level of intimacy with someone.
Bermuda was disoriented with a feeling she couldn't describe. She tugged on her large, pliable breast, licking and sucking her own nipple. Squeezing her breasts together with her elbows as she rolled onto her side, facing Michael. Seeing her son's face, she realized what that feeling from Will's primal movements communicated.
Slamming his emptied Chow Mein box on the bar as if there were an unspoken race to finish, Alexis blares. "Yes! Now that we are done with the dinner theater." His arms resting on Michael's shoulder. "Time for the matinee."