Chapter Five: Eyes On Me - Gabriella

A chill creeps up my back and I can feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck as goosebumps spread across my skin. I can’t help feeling like someone is watching me, which isn’t unexpected given where I am, but this feels different. It feels… intense.

I slowly scan the club until I lock with a pair of eyes across the room that have me glued to the spot. I’ve never seen eyes like these in my whole entire life!

Eyes piercing silver: the colour of liquid mercury, stare at me like they can see right through me. My stomach tightens and my heart flips as I gradually take in the owner's appearance. Splayed out on a couch across the room is a man whose frame is enough to emasculate every man in the club if not the whole world. His gargantuan muscular frame is imposing, and I feel like the couch he’s on should be straining just to have him seated on top of it. He has long thick white hair, the colour of the purest snow, falling down his back like a majestic mane. His bronze skin even from here looks smooth as silk. He has a beard and moustache as pure white as his hair, all of which compliment his eyes which are standing out like two bright gems behind a simple black eye mask. It’s so understated that it does little to obscure him. So much of him stands out that the mask actually seems to draw more attention to him. He’s wearing an expensive-looking black suit jacket that's straining against God-like muscles, and just as I think that, a smirk creeps up his face making me shiver. Underneath his jacket is just a simple fitted black button-down shirt with most of the buttons left undone exposing his smooth gigantic pecks to my perverted eyes. My eyes dip lower taking in his tight black slacks and black dress shoes and it takes all my self-control not to steal a peak at the goods.

A guy who is that ripped is either overcompensating for something or… he just wants the rest of him to match up to what he was born with, and I’m unsure which, but I know which one I’m hoping for. Before my thoughts can spiral out of control in the cesspool that is my depraved mind, I notice the people next to him. To his left is someone who I can only tell has dark espresso-like skin because of the colour of their hands, which are currently very busy. Their face is hidden behind the most incredible mask I’ve ever seen. It’s black metal, shaped like a shield but contoured to their face and decorated with incredible metal floral work that has me in awe. It’s like some medieval-inspired avant-garde mask that should be on a podium at an art gallery somewhere.

They have long fire-red dreadlocks, just as unnatural in colour as the other guy’s white hair. I don’t know who does their wigs, but Derrick should hire them. The redhead looks as large in stature as the other one but is wearing a black tuxedo with a white dress shirt and feathered black bowtie. The outfit is pretty tame for such an event except for those shoes! Damn, I need to get me a pair like that. Platform leather high heels with red 9” heels and backing layered with black straps up to the ankle. They scream ‘Come fuck me’, and I guess some people got the message. Sitting to the redhead’s right is an ebony enchantress in a red satin side slit bodycon dress, with her head thrown back in ecstasy as the redhead plays with her pussy. Meanwhile, to the left is a lean little twink with creamy skin and dark black curls, clinging to the redhead's arm as they stroke his dick for all to see. The display doesn’t at all surprise me given the event we’re attending, but what does surprise me is the Zeus-looking guy beside them who hasn’t taken his eyes off me this entire time. He seems completely oblivious to what is going on beside him while his eyes stay trained on me and it’s causing something dormant to awaken from deep in my gut.

As I continue to look on, a group of people walk by, and as soon as they pass, I stand up straight in bewilderment to find the man with silver eyes has completely disappeared. I look around frantically, wondering where the hell he went. I’m confused as to how he disappeared so fast and almost start to question if I saw him at all. I take a step back to try and look around for him only to feel my back collide with something hard like cement.