A Night in Heaven
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+S through Z › Silent Hill
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,924
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2
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Currently Reading:
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A Night in Heaven
AN: For the purposes of the plot, this story takes place several years after SH1. I put the timeframe somewhere around 1995.
Chapter 1
Heaven’s Night
The old, somewhat worn building had a neon sign that advertised its nature to inquiring individuals. Needless to say, that nature was somewhat seedy. There was little doubt as to the purpose of this long-enduring establishment. The gaudy posters and alluring curves in neon told of debaucheries inside that were certainly not suitable for all family members.
It was the last place one would expect to find a person of the reputable beauty of the young woman standing at the foot of the steps.
Alessa Gillespie opened the door to Heaven’s Night and went inside. All around her, the signs and smells of a typical bar surrounded her – cigarette smoke, whiskey, beer stains; all hanging under a darkness meant to keep the ambiance mellow. The 23 year old was unfazed. There were a few catcalls, but for the most part, the patrons ignored her – she was a regular here. She went up to the bar and rapped on the finely polished oak.
“Is Maria here?” she asked the bartender, an older-looking man with slicked back dark hair.
“Yes she is. She’s waiting for you in room 205, as usual,” the bartender responded. There was a leer to the man’s voice. He knew why she was there.
“Thanks.”
Alessa walked past the main bar and into a section that was normally reserved for employees. Or so most people thought. In truth, the rooms back here were also used for another purpose. You only had to know how to ask. For obvious reasons, you couldn’t say outright you wanted a fuck from one of the girls. Behind a door on the second floor was a hallway with several bedrooms. Alessa entered one of them to find the person she was looking for.
Maria de LaRossi was a tall, beautiful woman of indeterminable age. She could be anywhere from 25 to 35 to 40 to those who didn’t know her. Her long blonde streaks were tipped with pink at the end, giving her a wild, yet subtle look. She was a veteran at Heaven’s Night, having been there for the past year and a half. She had replaced the famous Lady Maria after the latter suddenly quit. To Heaven’s Night patrons, the change in program was no loss – Maria was every bit as sultry as her predecessor was.
Maria was more than a dancer. She was every lonely man’s dream come true. One could hire her services for certain extra activities – provided she liked you enough. No jerks were allowed to partake of her delights. Maria could tell who treated the women roughly from those who were simply looking for a good lay. No drug users were allowed either. Maria could tell these things about you. The theory was that if you weren’t careful with your own life, you weren’t going to be careful with hers.
De LaRossi wasn’t her real name. It was the name she worked under, aside from “Lady Maria”, and nobody questioned it.
She was also known to service girls from time to time, mostly ones she picked up outside the club. Never ones in the bar itself. After all, women rarely came into this establishment…with only one exception.
She was sitting on the bed in her fill outfit, a dark rose shirt with the navel open and a leopard print skirt, lounging back lazily like a cat. Her leather boots crossed paths as she crossed her legs. She regarded her visitor with a sultry look.
“Hello, cutie pie. You’re right on time.”
Alessa smiled self-consciously and looked down, feeling a small blush rise to her cheeks. Maria still had the ability to make her feel like a little girl looking up to her parent. She went about setting down her bag.
“How are things at work?” Maria asked.
“Rough. It’s been a long week.”
“What happened?”
“Oh, the usual. Got into a spat with a co-worker. She doesn’t seem to think I was doing my job adequately. Never mind that I was doing it better than her,” Alessa answered. She paused, almost smiling to herself. “I really wanted to knock her on her ass.”
“Sounds like a rough time. I think you need a little relaxation.”
Maria got up from the bed. She stalked towards Alessa, sliding her arms around her waist. She kissed the back of Alessa’s neck, brushing her lips against the fair, slightly pale skin. Making her way to the front, she pressed Alessa’s body close to her, mashing their torsos against each other.
“The usual?” she asked pointedly.
Alessa nodded.
Maria brought her lips down on Alessa’s neck. She kissed the side of the alabaster column repeatedly, brusher lips against the delicate skin. She guided the younger girl to the bed by her shoulders, holding her tenderly. Her hands went to Alessa’s shirt, fiddling with the buttons to expose to Alessa’s bra.
Maria wasn’t disturbed by Alessa’s constant visits. She was a businesswoman, first and foremost, and what she did was no different from other professionals. She provided a service, the client reciprocated with money. Some people needed massages every week. Other people needed certain medical services. Alessa needed to be fucked. There was not much more to it than that.
The desire to feel pleasure was strong in every human being, but nowhere was it stronger than in a girl who’d been deprived of it her whole life. Alessa was her favorite client, and of those Maria serviced, the one who most deserved this.
Maria pulled away the velvet of Alessa’s shirt. Her nails skimmed the surface of the woman’s arms as she removed her shirt, making her shudder throughout her body. She worked her way down to Alessa’s bra covered chest, blazing a trail of kisses over the center of her chest. With her shirt removed, Maria had easy access to her bra. A snap of a hook, and the bra was removed and tossed aside. Alessa’s creamy globes begged to be delighted in; Maria acquiesced to their desire. After some light breast play, Maria moved her focus to another part of her body.
She pulled off Alessa’s underwear, sliding them off her lifted legs. She gingerly set the silk panties aside, wanting very much to take a whiff of the white garments. She resisted; the real thing was far more enticing. Alessa lay back on the mattress, eagerly awaiting Maria’s sensual treatment. She wasn’t disappointed.
Unlike most other women she’d met, Alessa preferred that she go straight for her sex. She didn’t care much for a long, drawn out lovemaking session – she just wanted to have an orgasm. Maria wished she would develop more of an appreciation for lovemaking. It almost felt like her talents were going to waste, not being able to make love to the girl the way she knew how. Occasionally she’d get her to try a longer session, and when she did, Alessa often came harder than anyone she knew, squirting a stream of juices that astounded Maria as much as it aroused her. But those were few and far between. For the most part, Alessa didn’t want to make love – she was just wanted to come. That was fine by her. Maria liked making her come anyway.
She started the same way she usually did. Hands on her sides, she held the girl’s hips while her tongue made its first exploratory laps. Maria licked slowly, teasingly, at the pink folds. Her mouth enclosed Alessa’s sex, covering the sensitive lips in delicious warmth. Her tongue skimmed the length of the fleshy mound, tracing its way over the skin, up to the bump that signaled a woman’s pleasure point. She began to lick at Alessa’s clit with long, full strokes. Alessa shuddered beneath her grasp. Maria skimmed the tip of her clit, causing her to shudder violently on the bed.
Her teasing touches progressed into stronger efforts. Alessa leaned back on the bed, basking in delight as Maria coaxed the wonderful sensations out of her. She licked powerfully over her clit, causing Alessa to tense as she flicked her tongue furiously over the hardened little pearl. She slid her hands under her buttocks to hold her in place, grabbing and squeezing the baby soft flesh. Muscles clenched, arousal grew; Alessa rested fingers in Maria’s hair as her body constricted under her passion.
There was something magical about seeing a woman come, especially when it was a woman as beautiful…and innocent…as Alessa. Maria savored the onset of her orgasm, slurping up her moisture as she felt the instinctive tightening of her body, until Alessa tumbled over the edge. The cries of passion wrenched themselves from Alessa’s throat; her body arched in release as her hips thrust forward of their own accord, riding the wave of pleasure coursing powerfully through her form.
Alessa lay still on the mattress. Only the rise and fall of her chest disturbed the otherwise placid appearance. Maria lounged beside her, letting her eyes trail over Alessa’s body.
“Maria?”
“Yes?”
“Will you…hold me?” Alessa asked.
“Sweetheart, for what you’re paying me, I’ll do anything you ask,” Maria responded slyly. She slid her arms around Alessa, resting one across her chest.
This was Heaven, Alessa thought. It wasn’t perfect. The surroundings may not have been ideal. It may not have been with someone she was in love with. And there was a weird feeling doing this, knowing there were men degrading themselves to some stripper outside. But that didn’t matter. This was as good as she was going to get. She was in bed with a woman who would do anything she asked with an easy smile and an almost loving demeanor. And Maria cared. She tried to hide it, but Alessa could tell that past the calm businesslike exterior, deep down inside, Maria truly cared about her.
She rested her head in the crook of Maria’s arm. She stayed there until the allotted time for their session ran out. Maria was generous with her time, though she did charge a suitable amount for it. Nonetheless, she still had a time table to meet. Alessa bid her farewell with the same usual mix of elation and regret she often felt. It was hard to explain. She was very physically satisfied, and yet, she often wished she had more time to spend with Maria. There were many different things they had yet to try out.
It was just another day at Heaven’s Night.
Chapter 1
Heaven’s Night
The old, somewhat worn building had a neon sign that advertised its nature to inquiring individuals. Needless to say, that nature was somewhat seedy. There was little doubt as to the purpose of this long-enduring establishment. The gaudy posters and alluring curves in neon told of debaucheries inside that were certainly not suitable for all family members.
It was the last place one would expect to find a person of the reputable beauty of the young woman standing at the foot of the steps.
Alessa Gillespie opened the door to Heaven’s Night and went inside. All around her, the signs and smells of a typical bar surrounded her – cigarette smoke, whiskey, beer stains; all hanging under a darkness meant to keep the ambiance mellow. The 23 year old was unfazed. There were a few catcalls, but for the most part, the patrons ignored her – she was a regular here. She went up to the bar and rapped on the finely polished oak.
“Is Maria here?” she asked the bartender, an older-looking man with slicked back dark hair.
“Yes she is. She’s waiting for you in room 205, as usual,” the bartender responded. There was a leer to the man’s voice. He knew why she was there.
“Thanks.”
Alessa walked past the main bar and into a section that was normally reserved for employees. Or so most people thought. In truth, the rooms back here were also used for another purpose. You only had to know how to ask. For obvious reasons, you couldn’t say outright you wanted a fuck from one of the girls. Behind a door on the second floor was a hallway with several bedrooms. Alessa entered one of them to find the person she was looking for.
Maria de LaRossi was a tall, beautiful woman of indeterminable age. She could be anywhere from 25 to 35 to 40 to those who didn’t know her. Her long blonde streaks were tipped with pink at the end, giving her a wild, yet subtle look. She was a veteran at Heaven’s Night, having been there for the past year and a half. She had replaced the famous Lady Maria after the latter suddenly quit. To Heaven’s Night patrons, the change in program was no loss – Maria was every bit as sultry as her predecessor was.
Maria was more than a dancer. She was every lonely man’s dream come true. One could hire her services for certain extra activities – provided she liked you enough. No jerks were allowed to partake of her delights. Maria could tell who treated the women roughly from those who were simply looking for a good lay. No drug users were allowed either. Maria could tell these things about you. The theory was that if you weren’t careful with your own life, you weren’t going to be careful with hers.
De LaRossi wasn’t her real name. It was the name she worked under, aside from “Lady Maria”, and nobody questioned it.
She was also known to service girls from time to time, mostly ones she picked up outside the club. Never ones in the bar itself. After all, women rarely came into this establishment…with only one exception.
She was sitting on the bed in her fill outfit, a dark rose shirt with the navel open and a leopard print skirt, lounging back lazily like a cat. Her leather boots crossed paths as she crossed her legs. She regarded her visitor with a sultry look.
“Hello, cutie pie. You’re right on time.”
Alessa smiled self-consciously and looked down, feeling a small blush rise to her cheeks. Maria still had the ability to make her feel like a little girl looking up to her parent. She went about setting down her bag.
“How are things at work?” Maria asked.
“Rough. It’s been a long week.”
“What happened?”
“Oh, the usual. Got into a spat with a co-worker. She doesn’t seem to think I was doing my job adequately. Never mind that I was doing it better than her,” Alessa answered. She paused, almost smiling to herself. “I really wanted to knock her on her ass.”
“Sounds like a rough time. I think you need a little relaxation.”
Maria got up from the bed. She stalked towards Alessa, sliding her arms around her waist. She kissed the back of Alessa’s neck, brushing her lips against the fair, slightly pale skin. Making her way to the front, she pressed Alessa’s body close to her, mashing their torsos against each other.
“The usual?” she asked pointedly.
Alessa nodded.
Maria brought her lips down on Alessa’s neck. She kissed the side of the alabaster column repeatedly, brusher lips against the delicate skin. She guided the younger girl to the bed by her shoulders, holding her tenderly. Her hands went to Alessa’s shirt, fiddling with the buttons to expose to Alessa’s bra.
Maria wasn’t disturbed by Alessa’s constant visits. She was a businesswoman, first and foremost, and what she did was no different from other professionals. She provided a service, the client reciprocated with money. Some people needed massages every week. Other people needed certain medical services. Alessa needed to be fucked. There was not much more to it than that.
The desire to feel pleasure was strong in every human being, but nowhere was it stronger than in a girl who’d been deprived of it her whole life. Alessa was her favorite client, and of those Maria serviced, the one who most deserved this.
Maria pulled away the velvet of Alessa’s shirt. Her nails skimmed the surface of the woman’s arms as she removed her shirt, making her shudder throughout her body. She worked her way down to Alessa’s bra covered chest, blazing a trail of kisses over the center of her chest. With her shirt removed, Maria had easy access to her bra. A snap of a hook, and the bra was removed and tossed aside. Alessa’s creamy globes begged to be delighted in; Maria acquiesced to their desire. After some light breast play, Maria moved her focus to another part of her body.
She pulled off Alessa’s underwear, sliding them off her lifted legs. She gingerly set the silk panties aside, wanting very much to take a whiff of the white garments. She resisted; the real thing was far more enticing. Alessa lay back on the mattress, eagerly awaiting Maria’s sensual treatment. She wasn’t disappointed.
Unlike most other women she’d met, Alessa preferred that she go straight for her sex. She didn’t care much for a long, drawn out lovemaking session – she just wanted to have an orgasm. Maria wished she would develop more of an appreciation for lovemaking. It almost felt like her talents were going to waste, not being able to make love to the girl the way she knew how. Occasionally she’d get her to try a longer session, and when she did, Alessa often came harder than anyone she knew, squirting a stream of juices that astounded Maria as much as it aroused her. But those were few and far between. For the most part, Alessa didn’t want to make love – she was just wanted to come. That was fine by her. Maria liked making her come anyway.
She started the same way she usually did. Hands on her sides, she held the girl’s hips while her tongue made its first exploratory laps. Maria licked slowly, teasingly, at the pink folds. Her mouth enclosed Alessa’s sex, covering the sensitive lips in delicious warmth. Her tongue skimmed the length of the fleshy mound, tracing its way over the skin, up to the bump that signaled a woman’s pleasure point. She began to lick at Alessa’s clit with long, full strokes. Alessa shuddered beneath her grasp. Maria skimmed the tip of her clit, causing her to shudder violently on the bed.
Her teasing touches progressed into stronger efforts. Alessa leaned back on the bed, basking in delight as Maria coaxed the wonderful sensations out of her. She licked powerfully over her clit, causing Alessa to tense as she flicked her tongue furiously over the hardened little pearl. She slid her hands under her buttocks to hold her in place, grabbing and squeezing the baby soft flesh. Muscles clenched, arousal grew; Alessa rested fingers in Maria’s hair as her body constricted under her passion.
There was something magical about seeing a woman come, especially when it was a woman as beautiful…and innocent…as Alessa. Maria savored the onset of her orgasm, slurping up her moisture as she felt the instinctive tightening of her body, until Alessa tumbled over the edge. The cries of passion wrenched themselves from Alessa’s throat; her body arched in release as her hips thrust forward of their own accord, riding the wave of pleasure coursing powerfully through her form.
Alessa lay still on the mattress. Only the rise and fall of her chest disturbed the otherwise placid appearance. Maria lounged beside her, letting her eyes trail over Alessa’s body.
“Maria?”
“Yes?”
“Will you…hold me?” Alessa asked.
“Sweetheart, for what you’re paying me, I’ll do anything you ask,” Maria responded slyly. She slid her arms around Alessa, resting one across her chest.
This was Heaven, Alessa thought. It wasn’t perfect. The surroundings may not have been ideal. It may not have been with someone she was in love with. And there was a weird feeling doing this, knowing there were men degrading themselves to some stripper outside. But that didn’t matter. This was as good as she was going to get. She was in bed with a woman who would do anything she asked with an easy smile and an almost loving demeanor. And Maria cared. She tried to hide it, but Alessa could tell that past the calm businesslike exterior, deep down inside, Maria truly cared about her.
She rested her head in the crook of Maria’s arm. She stayed there until the allotted time for their session ran out. Maria was generous with her time, though she did charge a suitable amount for it. Nonetheless, she still had a time table to meet. Alessa bid her farewell with the same usual mix of elation and regret she often felt. It was hard to explain. She was very physically satisfied, and yet, she often wished she had more time to spend with Maria. There were many different things they had yet to try out.
It was just another day at Heaven’s Night.