Seduction: A Black Door Novel [Paperback]

Velvet (Author)

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Publication Date: November 27, 2007

Former part-time escort Mason Anthony manages The Black Door Two--a downtown club catering to a much younger sexually uninhibited clientele than the original uptown elite Black Door club where he used to work. In a world where customers are always right, Mason makes sure that he fully accommodates their needs. Controlling his sex-crazed spirit long enough to focus on his new leadership role is tough, especially when he's on the search for Ms. Right. Will he be able to resist temptation to win the heart of the one woman who melts his heart? Or will secrets and scandal come knocking on his door one steamy night?

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As the creator of The Black Door series, Velvet uses the world as her muse, traveling the globe for inspiration. She is currently working on her next book in the series.

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Chapter 1

Business at the Black Door, New York’s only adult playground exclusively designed for women, was thriving. Owner Trey Curtis had conceived the concept one night while at Scores—a high-end strip club—as he watched men and women take pleasure in scantily clad dancers, disrobing and gyrating onstage. While the men were forthright with their wants and desires, some of the women seemed a bit reserved. Trey sensed that the ladies didn’t want to be judged by prying eyes, and that’s when the idea for the Black Door was born. Shortly thereafter, he opened a women’s only club where members could partake in as many carnal activities as they could handle. And to ensure anonymity, so that they could really feel sexy and uninhibited, he personally designed identity-concealing masks. The only men allowed to enter the Black Door were servers, hired to entertain and please members with anything from a stimulating conversation to a stimulating orgasm.

The Black Door was housed in a three-story brownstone located uptown in the Washington Heights area of Manhattan. Trey spared no expense in decorating the club; he imported gold-leaf wallpaper from Italy for the foyer and installed an eight-tier crystal chandelier to give the entrance a regal appearance. He wanted the members to feel like pampered queens the moment they stepped across the threshold. And to accomplish that goal there were two parlors on the ground floor where members could mingle, have cocktails, and loosen up before venturing upstairs.

In one of the parlors, hidden behind a crimson velvet drape, was a narrow staircase that served as the entry to the second level. Upstairs, along a dimly lit corridor, which seemed to stretch for blocks, were a series of doors that led to various chambers where the serious activities took place. Trey exhausted his imagination when he created the various theme rooms. There was the Voyeurism Room, where through a one-way mirror members could watch one another get their brains fucked out. In the 8mm Room, vintage porn flicks played nonstop for those who needed a little visual stimulation to get the juices flowing. The Pink Room was geared toward members who wanted some girl-on-girl action; everything in the room was pink from the lighting to the drinks to the furniture to the exposed pink pussies. The club even had its own bar. The Leopard Lounge was inviting, with black and tan leopard print walls and private booths, so members could relax while sipping on the club’s signature martini—the Black Door—made of Moët & Chandon White Star and a splash of Hennessy.

The club was sexy yet sophisticated, and had something for everyone’s comfort level, which made it popular among the ladies who fucked around on the side. So popular in fact that Trey had to open a second club. Overseeing the operations of the Black Door took up the majority of his time, and whatever was left of the day was spent dealing with his personal problems. He had a few unresolved issues from his past that kept him preoccupied. Though Trey loved running the club, he knew that he couldn’t handle both clubs successfully, so he hired Mason Anthony to manage the Black Door Two.

Mason Anthony had risen through the ranks from server to escort—which was another component of the business—to manager. Mason wasn’t keen on being a sex slave, because some of the women had insatiable appetites and could cum for hours, so he transferred over to the escort department. The escorts were under no obligation to maintain a rock-hard cock; they accompanied clients to black-tie banquets, award ceremonies, parties, and private dinners. Mason was the ideal date-for-hire; he was a towering six feet four inches, with well-defined triceps, biceps, and deltoids. Even his gluteus maximus was firm and looked great in a pair of slacks. His cocoa brown skin matched his sensuous brown eyes to a tee, and his black goatee framed a pair of full, kissable lips. The icing on Mason’s cake was his sexy Denzel-like strut. When a client strolled into an event with him on her arm, she was sure to be the envy of the night. Not only was he handsome, he was articulate as well.

Mason had only worked as an escort part-time while he attended med school, but when his funds ran out and the grants dried up, he approached his boss about returning to the club as a server (since they made more moola), but Trey had something else in mind. He needed someone whom he could trust to run the Black Door Two, and Mason fit the bill perfectly, since he knew all aspects of the business. When Trey offered Mason the job as manager, he eagerly accepted. The opportunity meant a chance for him to stack his cash so that he could return to school and become a surgeon. In addition to a generous salary, the job also came with generous perks—like being in the company of beautiful women 24/7—which he enjoyed immensely. Mason hadn’t been in a committed relationship in eons, so on those lonely nights when he got horny, he donned his bronze mask and prowled the club for a willing victim. Since all the members and servers were screened for STDs, Mason could fuck without fear of catching some kind of dreaded disease.

The Black Door Two was located in an old warehouse in the trendy Meat-Packing District, an area of the city that had been gentrified from bloody meat-packing storehouses into multimillion-dollar lofts, pricey boutiques, and hip bistros. From the outside, the six-storied brown brick building looked abandoned, and that’s exactly the look that Trey was going for when he bought the property. Unlike most of the buildings in the area that had been totally gut-renovated, Trey chose to keep the exterior untouched so as not to cause any unwanted attention. He kept the four bottom levels in their original condition, but rehabbed the top two floors. If you didn’t know the club existed, you’d assume that this was just another old dilapidated warehouse. There wasn’t even an address on the building; the only discerning mark was a black metal door. Unlike the uptown club that serviced a more mature clientele, the downtown location catered to the Generation Nexters; young trophy wives who were tired of spreading their legs for potbellied husbands who popped Viagra like Tic Tacs in order to get a woody; and well-bred East Side debutantes who put their sweater sets aside and slipped into see-through lingerie for an evening of uninhibited freakiness.

“Evening, Boss,” the elevator attendant greeted Mason.

“Hey, Moe, how’s business tonight?” Mason wanted to know. Moe was the keeper of the gate, and since no one could enter without riding up in the freight elevator, he kept a mental count of how many members entered the club.

“Business is good.” He smiled slyly.

Mason knew exactly what Moe’s smile meant. It meant that he had seen more than his fair share of tits and ass. Most of the members came to the club draped in capes, pashminas, and trench coats to conceal their outrageous outfits; but the moment they entered the elevator, those coverings were peeled off posthaste, revealing lace, leather, and little else.

Moe clanged the metal gate door shut, shifted a long, arm-length lever to the right, and the ancient elevator slowly began to rise. Once they reached the fifth floor, Mason stepped out. The club occupied the top two levels of the building. The oval entryway was painted pitch-black with silver flecks adding a reflective element underneath the glow of the overhead pin lights.

“What’s up, Gee?” Mason asked the greeter. Gee was a huge hunk of a man, with steroid-enhanced muscles that made Mason’s physique pale in comparison.

“Just hanging out enjoying my job.” Gee grinned, wiggling his fingers in the air. He had the best J.O.B. in town. Gee was responsible for digitally stimulating the clients and getting their pussies all wet and juicy before they strolled into the inner sanctum of the club. Wearing only a light sheen of baby oil on his upper body, which enhanced his muscle tone, a camouflage mask and matching G-string, he was the perfect tweaker, and the women loved his touch.

Mason shook his head. “I’ll just bet you do.” He strapped on his bronze leather mask and walked toward one of the many doors that lined the perimeter of the entry.

The fifteen-thousand-square-foot loft was divided into several suites. In addition to the titillating theme rooms that were in the original club, the downtown location had a few special chambers of its own. There was the Naked Pool Room, where members played the game in the buff wearing only their identity-concealing masks and pumps. In the Mani/Pedi Spa, women got toe- and finger-sucking manicures and pedicures. And in the Chocolate Chamber, buffed servers smeared liquid chocolate all over members’ breasts and clits, and then licked off every inch of the decadent sweet. The Disco was a throwback to Studio 57, the seventies nightclub where celebrities, models, and a smattering of lay people were among the select few who partied underneath a mirrored disco ball until the sun rose, set, and rose again.

Mason could hear the pulsating beat of Donna Summer belting out “Love to Love You Baby” as he made his way to the Disco. He had a stack of paperwork a mile high sitting on his desk, but he decided to peruse the club before heading upstairs to his private office. Mason was love-starved, and needed to take the edge off before he could concentrate on work, and a little eye candy was the perfect solution. Once inside, he stood back in the cut and scanned the room. The dance floor was packed with masked women and servers dressed in provocative outfits. He had seen more sheer negligees than Frederick’s of Hollywood, so the see-through numbers were doi...

Product Details

• Paperback: 240 pages
• Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin; 1st edition (November 27, 2007)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0312358261
• ISBN-13: 978-0312358266
• Product Dimensions: 8.3 x 5.6 x 0.7 inches
• Shipping Weight: 0.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (14 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #648,292 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Velvet brings the sex..., April 23, 2008

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I loved the 1st one and I was beyond surprised to find out that there was a 2nd! This one didn't let me down either. I love an erotic tale that actually has a story to keep it moving. The sex scenes are off the chain and there are certain situations that will make you do a double-take... while you're reading!!! Now... where is book 3?

3 of 4 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Seduction Behind The Black Door..., November 30, 2007

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SEDUCTION centers around The Black Door 2, a club where erotica has no limits, and its private members have secrets that could ruin lives and shame families.

Mason Anthony and Sage Hirschfield are the main male characters in the tale. Although Mason and Sage are unfamiliar with each other, both men have ties with two women: Missy and Terra. Mason, a former "server," is the manager of The Black Door 2. Sage is the heir to a publishing empire and has taken over the family business in addition to creating a multimedia company. Both Mason and Sage are drop dead gorgeous and have insatiable sexual appetites that tend to suck them into questionable situations that have unexpected, deterimental repercussions.

Terra is an heiress with unlimited cash, but she has no interest in the family business. Terra is more interested in becoming a movie star, and she wants to convince Sage, her long-time family friend, to hire her for his first movie deal. Sage doesn't see Terra as an aspiring actress until he's caught in a compromising position that could ruin life as he's known it.

Missy has an agenda, and has spent years preparing for it to come to fruition. Not only does Missy have secrets of her own, but she holds secrets about Sage and Mason that she hopes she can use to make her dream come true.

SEDUCTION has gyrating sex scenes that keep the pages on fire. Author Velvet is giving Noire and Zane fans a new twist on the erotica scene. I predict there will be many more branches of The Black Door.

2 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars (4.5 stars) Velvet Has Done It Again!, December 15, 2007

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Mason Anthony is a former escort that now manages The Black Door Two, a downtown sex club that caters to a younger clientele. Mason makes sure that all of his clients' needs are taken care of while satisfying his own sexual needs as well. Mason now wants to find Ms. Right, which is proving to be more challenging than he ever expected. He has his eyes set on the young and wealthy Terra Benson, but will she be the woman of his dreams or just another conquest? Mason's world turns upside down when someone from his dark past threatens his bright future. Terra was born into a wealthy family, but she wants to jump-start her acting career. She may have the boost she needs when her childhood friend Sage starts his own production company. Unbeknownst to Terra, Sage wants to be more than friends with her but can he do this without exposing his own dirty little secrets?

Seduction is another satisfying, seductive tale by Velvet. Velvet takes readers into to the erotic world of the Black Door Two. In this story, we are properly introduced to Mason and his quest for finding Ms. Right. Although the main focus of the book is Mason, Velvet did an excellent job of incorporating other key characters into this story. The addition of Terra and Sage gives readers a glimpse into the glamorous life of the rich and famous. There are also a number of graphic twists in this novel that may be disturbing to some readers but will still keep the reader glued to the pages. Readers should take note that this is not a sequel to the first Black Door book, but it is the second book in this series. Seduction can be read as a stand alone novel but you are encouraged to read the first book to get a good background on Mason and one of the other secondary characters named Trey. Seduction is full of steamy sex and intrigue that will surely delight Velvet's growing legion of fans.

Reviewed by Radiah Hubbert
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