Daemon Racchio's Mansion Of Pleasure

Teresa

I surveyed my surroundings. The place had once seemed so comfortable to me. My control station, I used to tell myself. My office. Now, things had become complicated. I had to make a serious decision before continuing with this madness.

"I brought you the appropriate clothes. You'll know that the place you need to go is a very distinguished establishment," Carl said to me, in his usual gentle tone.

He looked at me with concern. Anyone would be worried about me. My older sister had died a month ago, and I was still in mourning. I had to do this, though. It was the only way to find the justice that Marie deserved.

"Thank you. I've already made my decision," I said, trying to believe my own words.

Carl swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously. I suppose he had thought I wouldn't go through with the plan until the very last minute.

"Good. Let's go over the information. You have three suspects who were close to Marie. Over the past month, she was in close contact with Eduard Soth, Collin Smith, and Daemon Racchio."

I would remember those names, even if he hadn't told me them. Because they were the three suspects in my sister's murder. I knew it, and the police had identified them only by their names. The investigation had gone nowhere.

I had been working on this television news program for five years. I was a rookie journalist when Carl took me under his wing, giving me the opportunity to work on interviews and small reports. Over time, he gave me the confidence to go to the toughest scenes, which was what I wanted most. I longed to see the details of crimes and conflicts, to conduct the right interviews so that problems could be solved.

But I never thought it would happen to me. That I would be the silent protagonist of a terrible crime. My sister, Marie, had been found murdered in a vacant lot on the outskirts of the city. In an area near a residential hotel, where the members were select and wealthy.

I couldn't keep thinking. Carl spoke again.

"This is delicate, Teresa. Only the two of us know about this parallel investigation. The police decided there were no suspects in the crime due to lack of evidence. So what we're doing is not legal. A journalist can't infiltrate a place like this to get information."

I looked at him intently. He had trusted me when I asked him for the job all those years ago, when I had no experience. Now, he was taking a risk, helping me to unravel the injustice of Marie's death. The information Carl had obtained was valuable, something even the police didn't know.

"The three subjects belong to wealthy groups in the country. The hotel is their second home. They're good friends, and we've received information that they spend a lot of time there."

I grimaced.

"Because it's their lair. Mafiosos have hotels where sex is happening every minute. I'm not a fool, I know I'm going to a place full of lust. I'll have to endure it to get to the bottom of the truth." I showed myself to be determined. This was not the time to doubt.

If I didn't have the conviction to keep going, they would devour me. I'm a journalist, I repeated to myself. My job is to find the truth, to go into terrible places because no one else wants to. I have to be strong.

"They can smell fear there." Carl's voice became stern. He was worried about me.

"I know. Damn it, I know that if I act like a silly girl they'll figure it out. I know I'll have to change my whole damn personality to fit in. It's the mafia, Carl, I know I'll have to go into the lion's den."

I was yelling, because fear was also beating in my heart. Marie was involved in something shady, dangerous. I needed to know why she had been murdered. We had talked a month ago, before her death, and she had been so full of hope. I couldn't understand why life had been so cruel to her.

"You're the best journalist I've ever met, Ter. I want you to know that. And if something bad seems like it's about to happen, promise me you'll come running, that you'll escape, that you'll leave this whole thing behind." Carl took my hand. He was like a big brother to me.

He had a sincere look in his eyes. I knew he just wanted to make sure I wouldn't put my life in danger if death was imminent. I looked him in the eye and lied.

"I promise."

No, it was a lie. I would do anything to get revenge on the bastard who killed my sister. We had always been close, ever since we were little. We had no parents to take care of us. We had always taken care of each other. No one knew us. We had been raised in an orphanage without resources or love. We both had to fight for our survival.

I opened the box that Carl had brought me, which was on my desk. The package was wrapped in cream-colored tissue paper. Inside, there was a dark blue skirt. My hips were quite prominent, and I was sure this skirt wouldn't reach my knees like the ones I usually wore.

The matching corset was snow white with small silver glitter details. It would fit me too tightly. All these clothes were totally new to me. I had always been so modest that I bordered on prudish. Not by choice, but because that's how I was able to survive for many years in the orphanage.

My best kept secret was that I was still a virgin, at twenty-eight years old. I had never let myself be carried away by desires. In fact, I tried to suppress that forever to always show myself to be strong and implacable.

It was the best way to survive. Carl watched me as I got dressed. I wasn't ashamed of that. He wasn't attracted to women, and I had known that for a long time. He was like a brother to me.

I put on the corset, the white contrasting with the olive green of my eyes. It was so tight that my breasts were only up, they looked rounded and large. I didn't want to look in the mirror, I blushed just looking at myself. The skirt accentuated the curve of my hip and highlighted the narrowness of my waist.

I fixed my hair, brushing it until it was black and shiny. It fell almost to my waist, straight all the way. The makeup was subtle, but my lips had a bright and provocative color. We had researched what the best look would be for me to imitate and fit in.

The taxi would arrive soon. I would have the interview with Stella in just a few hours. The woman had called me at the same hotel, after sending her my resume with a fake name and false information. I knew I would have to lie a lot, pretend to be a totally different person than the real one.

The taxi picked me up with only two hours left until my meeting. The trip was long, the hotel wasn't exactly close to the city. It was more like a mansion than a hotel. From the outside, it looked like a huge five-story castle, or maybe more.

I felt a shiver run through my body from head to toe. I felt disguised in all these clothes, even the taxi driver looked at me in amazement and I was embarrassed. I had to make myself strong, I couldn't blush at every little thing.

I was about to go into a job interview to be inside the hotel of three lustful mobsters. Everything there would be like that, I would have to get used to it and stop feeling like a scared little mouse. I remembered Carl's words, I was the best at my job, asking the right questions to corner people and make them tell me only the truth.

I remembered Marie, the last time I saw her. She told me that she was starting a new life, that she had found a way to travel abroad like she had always dreamed of. We went to a bar where she told me about a new job that seemed wonderful. From everything she told me, I never thought it would be something turbulent, because it didn't give any indication of being illegal. She had just graduated as a nurse, she loved her profession.

At the entrance, a man in his thirties controlled the electric gate. The taxi dropped me off there, without asking any questions. Anyone knew that in that place you couldn't ask questions. I had worked so hard to make my resume impeccable, meticulously lying with Carl to deceive the recruiter.

The guy at the entrance greeted me with a nod.

"Good morning, miss. To what do I owe the honor of your presence?" he asked, as if we were in a real castle, in another time.

I noticed that he inspected me with his eyes. I felt ridiculously uncomfortable again, these clothes didn't do me any favors. He kept looking at me. That made me embarrassed. Again, I tried to control myself. I was just at the entrance and I was already losing my mind.

Pretend, pretend, I told myself. I pinched my arm discreetly to steady myself.

"I have an interview with Stella. My name is Cady," I said, pursing my lips slightly.

He listened to my words carefully, continuing his inspection with his eyes. He smiled at me.

"Well, Cady, come with me." His voice became velvety, kind.

He indicated that I could take his arm. I obeyed, I knew it was a courtesy. Apparently in that place they had the manners of the time, as if they lived in a real castle. I smiled, remembering everything we had talked about with Carl. Smiling always made others trust you, made them feel good.

"You have a beautiful smile. Tell me, why do you want to work here?" he asked.

So I tried to focus on his face, so he would notice my interest. I had to show myself as a confident woman. And a confident person looks directly in the eyes. He had honey-colored eyes, with curly brown hair. He had a suspicious look, nothing escaped him. His job must be to keep a good eye on who comes and goes from there. He wouldn't be a fool.

I had to be extremely careful in this conversation.

"Because this is the most beautiful place I've ever been. Living here must be a dream come true," I replied, smiling, looking him directly in the eye. I gestured to the surroundings. "When I learned that the people who work here also live in the castle, oh, I almost fainted. This place looks like something out of a story."

Hearing me speak so eloquently, the sparkle in his eyes changed. He seemed interested, as if my enthusiasm had struck him as innocent and endearing. He led me inside the castle. The gardens were impressive. The bushes were trimmed in a neat way, with animal shapes. There was also a labyrinth made of rose bushes, with flowers so beautiful that they left me speechless.

There was some truth in my words, that place was indeed dreamy. If only it wasn't a nest of mafia monsters. It was a facade, the beauty of the hotel, which was a dream castle, was only the exterior. I would soon know the malice of the interior.

"Then I wish you luck, Cady." The guy leaned over to greet me, we were reaching the door.

He kissed my cheek, which I found a bit too daring on his part. Good God, I said to myself, I was getting scandalized by anything. It's just that physical contact wasn't my thing, I wanted to get away from all this as soon as possible.

I smiled, kissing him on the cheek too, but very close to his mouth, so he would see that I wasn't afraid. I was just a few inches away.

He looked at me, widening his eyes, he had liked that. He smiled and let me into the place, opening the door cordially. The entrance was just as impressive, the doors were huge, with stained glass, which added great elegance to the dark cedar wood.

The guy told me to enter through the other door. The open door was much smaller, it was next to the large door that had amazed me. I entered a small hall, which was just as luxurious. It must have been a waiting room, where I would wait for the woman to be free to conduct the job interview. The carpet was an exquisite wine color and the sofa had a unique design. I was about to sit down when a voice told me I could come in.

The woman called me from the next room. At that moment, my whole body started to shake. My God, I was so nervous. Anxiety took over me completely. It was time to act, I had to keep walking and go in there to face my destiny.

"Cady. It's your turn for the interview," the woman said from inside the room.

The door opened; another girl came out of there with her face pale as a sheet of paper. Fear was lashing out at me with force. I wondered what the hell had happened in there, the other girl must have been another candidate for the job. The situation was getting the best of me.

Marie, think about Marie. I repeated to myself. I had to pretend, I had to fit in there. They had to give me the damn job.

What could be the worst? I took a deep breath. Don't be shocked, I told myself, don't blush, Teresa, you're a grown woman.

I walked into the room, opened the door and looked down at the floor, my eyes glued to the gleaming tiles. I raised my head, ready to be whatever I needed to be, to be someone else. I smiled, politely, and bowed. I wanted them to see that I had manners.

Then my eyes fell on the famous Stella. In my mind, I had imagined her as an older woman with a notebook in her hands, sitting at a desk, asking me questions like in any job interview. That she would judge me with a scowl on her face and that she would have a wool coat that would make her look sterner.

I felt completely naive.

"Sit down Cady, it's a pleasure to meet you."

I blushed on the spot, damn it, I couldn't help it. Meeting her gaze, looking directly at her, I took in all of her. Stella was a young woman, in her thirties, with curly brown hair that hung long past her shoulders. Her skin was pale and dotted with polka dots. And I could see absolutely everything about her because she had no clothes on.

No, not even underwear. The woman was just as she was born. With nothing but a golden choker around her neck.

The only thing I got right in my interview idea was that she was carrying a notebook in her hands.

Stella stared at me, looking for a mistake, looking for me to blush or be horrified. Clear mind, I repeated to myself. Then I looked straight at her, not feeling overwhelmed.

"You are a very beautiful woman." I said, my voice velvety, biting my lip slightly.

That satisfied her, she smiled and held out her hand for me to shake.

"Then I'll give you the job information. You know, the other girl ran away as soon as she saw me like that, as soon as I got close. I knew she wasn't the one." She got closer and closer.

She was so close that her skin slowly brushed against mine. My breathing accelerated. I understood what she was trying to do, she was trying to shock me, to test me to see how much of my modesty and innocence I had. I hadn't even seen adult movies before, so this situation was completely new to me. But I had to do it, justice depended only on me, I had to investigate the crime from the inside. And that meant only one thing, I had to adapt to this damn castle.

"I'm not afraid of wishes." I murmured; my voice soft.

She spoke in a musical tone and stared at me, coming closer. She began to write some things in her notebook that I couldn't read. Surely, she was writing down what she observed in me.

"I see you are a very beautiful girl." she said, stroking my hair. "In this place your beauty is most appreciated. We do different kinds of shows, do you follow me?"

I nodded my head, the praise making me feel less embarrassed to be dressed so provocatively. The heat began to rise from my body, my God, this was so new to me.

"Yes, I understand." I replied with conviction.

I had to convey confidence. She smiled.

"We will give you everything you want, food, luxury, you will have access to the whole castle. But you will have to do the job, you see, we have no limits here. You will have to be a professional actress, let yourself be carried away by the heat, the waves of passion that whip our bodies here. You will obey Daemon, first you will be his submissive. He is a gentleman; I guarantee it will be fun at first." she winked.

I didn't understand what she was referring to, I was already starting to worry. When she saw my confused expression, she let out a giggle. She stroked my hair and then my face, as if to reassure me.

"One of the three bosses has to choose you, that's the test to see if you can stay. It will be fun, since I liked you, you will start with Daemon. If he chooses you, you will be his."

I felt my body tense, she was staring at me to see if I was ready to take the deal. She mentioned shows, chores, things I would have to do to fit in. This was the moment I would either have to run forever or accept and find out the truth about my sister's killer.

Stella waited for my answer.

"I'm anxious to begin." I said smiling.

Burning courage beat in my heart. I had made my decision, I hoped I would not regret it. I looked at Stella, who seemed pleased with my answer.

"There are no telephones here, no communication with the sad outside world. Remember, Cady, you will be in the world of pleasure. We do not pollute the environment with communication." Stella led me around the room, showing me that we had to go into the narrow hallway.

I left all the cell phones in a box, they were fake, of course I would not risk my identity being discovered. My plan was meticulously organized. My sister did not resemble me physically, they would not notice our relationship.

My God, we were going to enter the mansion, the real one. Now I would have to accept the decision I had made.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked, steps before we entered, at the foot of the door.

I couldn't lie, my eyes betrayed me. She moved her hand to my breast, seeing my nipple peeking out. Her soft fingers slowly traced my collarbone.

"I guessed as much. This will make your arrival more interesting." She smiled, his eyes sparkling.

I walked forward, my eyes inspecting everything. I had to record all the images for myself so I could write it all down when I was alone. My research had to be detailed, I couldn't miss a single detail.

Stella opened the door and motioned for me to enter. The huge entrance opened and a pleasant fresh air came from inside. It was an air-conditioned environment with a pleasant, cool temperature. She took my arm and walked beside me.

There were many different aromas. The aroma of hazelnut, chocolate and vanilla were strong. A lady was sitting on a sofa, wearing a tulle dress that showed every part of her body. She smiled at us and walked over to Stella. The two greeted each other politely, as if they were two ladies of royalty.

"Meet Cady." She looked at me kindly. "This is Sam, Eduard's property."

"We have a lot of fun here." Sam said with a smile. "I see Stella hasn't told you one of the main rules of the castle."

Sam scanned me with his eyes. Apparently, my clothes weren't appropriate for the moment.

"But let's leave that until tomorrow. I don't want to stress you out, sweetheart." Sam sat back down on the sofa.

I tried not to notice that the two girls were naked, as if it was perfectly normal. My legs were shaking. I had to control myself, I couldn't weaken now.

"I'll show you your room. It's the new girls' room." She said, her eyes on me.

She pushed my hips forward in a gesture that amused her. We climbed the stairs and I felt as if each step was leading me to my doom. I felt like a total prude, shame creeping up on me again. I walked back and forth, wondering if I could ever get used to it.

I tried not to look around because the moans told me everything. Even if I had to look, I tried to concentrate only on the physical places and remember every detail. I was fooling myself, what I needed to look at where the people, everyone there was suspicious. Even Stella and Sam.

I concentrated, I concentrated. I looked to the side. On a small island in the living room there was a Jacuzzi in which a man in his mid-twenties was completely naked, with a huge manhood and eyes as black as night. Everyone there seemed to have total freedom from nudity.

It wasn't so bad, I told myself. Only the sight of his member almost made me blush. It was crazy, completely crazy.

Sam stopped at a rust-colored door with the number three engraved in a gold frame. It was shiny, beautiful. He opened the door and what I thought was the most modest room in the hotel was a whole palace just for me.

It dazzled me; it was a place so luxurious it would have left anyone speechless. It was a room with immaculate white tiles. The curtains were cream with delicate gold threads. Sam and Stella retired, night was falling and I watched through the window as the moon lit up the vast garden.