CHAPTER 1. Famous
Faith sat behind the desk, looking out over New York City from the twentieth floor. It had taken her ten years to get here, but it was worth it. To think, she had her own office at Playhouse magazine, one of the most successful adult magazines in the country. Millions of readers read and waited for the next story from Faith Deva.
The secretary rang in. "Tyler is here to see you."
"Send him in." This was the first time that Tyler had seen her office, though he was responsible for her getting it. He was her agent for over seven years now. He helped make her what she was. She got up when she heard him walking down the hall.
Tyler scanned the office but not before he did the same thing to Faith. He had never stopped getting excited each time he saw her, and as she aged, she only got better. At twenty-eight, she was twenty years his junior, but that never stopped him. She had only been in the City for two months, but she dressed the part, and she had the body for it. Five foot, seven inches, taller with the three-inch heels her legs were perched on, she was a woman that stood out in a crowd. Her dark brown hair hung down below to her shoulders, a sweep across one side of her face making her look as though she was staring at you with one eye with such intensity. She wore a white silk blouse that only accented her full breasts, Tyler knowing that only a slip beneath cradled her luscious flesh. He enjoyed the crisp, cool weather that played havoc with her nipples and made them stand out so provocatively, but it never bothered Faith. His eyes scanned down to her slim waist, a tight-fitting skirt that clung to her hips and stopped way above her knees, leaving her long legs naked. His cock grew erect.
Faith saw the way Tyler looked at her, many men looked at her that way, but she knew Tyler well, too well, knowing what was in his mind. She turned and let him see her ass, turning back, proud to see that his erection had grown bigger. "I see you like."
"You never fail to get a rise out me, Faith. That body was built for pleasure." He never stopped trying, though Faith always rebuked him. "Your office is great, too. You deserve this."
"It's just as much your hard work that got me here. Come over here and give me a hug and a cheap feel for you," she kidded him.
Tyler moved in front of her, his hands already reaching out for her slim waist and drawing her next to him. He inhaled the fragrance of her perfume just as her lovely breasts pushed into his chest. He could feel her hard nipples, or at least, he thought he could. He drew her near, kissing her cheek before he nibbled her neck. His hands slid down over her ass before she finally had enough and pulled away from him, but not before he flexed his cock and showed her what she was doing to him.
Tyler was handsome for an older man, not that she didn't like older men, but she didn't want to lose a good agent over a tumble in the sack. Her own sex life was sparse enough because of work, unless you counted sex with supernatural beings or as the magazine called it supernatural sex. "Sit down, Tyler, do you want anything?"
"Nothing, unless you would like to try out the top of your desk." He sat down in front of her desk, but his mind was already conjuring up the images of her naked and sprawled out on the desk as he climbed between her legs.
"The magazine loved the last article, but they are already asking about the next. They have an anniversary edition coming out; twenty years and they want something special from me. You mentioned that you had an idea." Tyler was always good at coming up with the sensationalism that sold her articles. Faith wrote about sex with supernatural beings, often from the first-person perspective. It took Tyler three years before Faith convinced him that she could write and people would buy what she wrote. Ever since that day, he was behind her one-hundred-ten percent, the ten percent was his cut. They had both done well from their partnership, Tyler finding her interesting places or stories for her to investigate. Faith took it from there, finding the sexual angle, playing it to the fullest until she left the readers wanting more and more. This one would have to be big, always having to top the last one, but it never worried her, Faith having confidence in herself and her abilities.
"I found it, just the place for you. It's called Boldage House, and it's located in upstate New York. It's been vacant for about five years and is in disrepair, rented for many decades but not kept up over the years. I can rent it for a month, more than enough time for you to investigate it and its previous occupants."
"Where in upstate New York?"
"About thirty miles from Lake George, out in the woods in a small town of about a hundred people. It's quite isolated, but that is why it was located there."
"The location sounds good. Tell me about the Boldage family."
"The last descendant, Michael Boldage lived there in the forties and fifties. Michael made his money in alcohol during prohibition but moved into distribution of food supplies for restaurants after alcohol became legal again. He did quite well. He married three times, each time to a younger woman. He died when he was fifty years old, but his wife was only twenty at the time. It was said that he met her when she was fifteen."
"What makes it so mysterious?"
"There are lots of legends about the house and Michael. It seems he had a liking for bondage and S&M, and so did his guests. The house was always filled with people from as far away as the city on the weekends. It was said that he could easily sway a young woman, even a virgin, to one of his parties, though by the time she left, she was no longer that way."
"Any scandal about it?" A scandal always sold her stories better.
"Nothing that they could pin on him. Many girls went to his mansion but some never made it home, though some explained that it was because they were ashamed at what they had done at Boldage House. I already have a team gathering up the newspaper clippings from the time period. I should have names and dates for you by the end of tomorrow." The good thing about these types of stories was that they all didn't have to be true. You had poetic license to enhance what had happened, making it more salacious. Faith could make it her own.
"You know me too well, Tyler. How big is the house?" The bigger it was, the spookier it tended to be.
"It is huge, forty rooms on thirty acres, nothing within five miles. They closed off most of it when he died, too big to heat and maintain, renting only the main living area and five bedrooms. The rest hasn't been opened in sixty years. The house has a past that has never been discovered, rumors of lots of secret rooms. Women were taken to the rooms, each having unique bondage furniture and equipment to entertain the male guests. Some did it willingly; others were coerced by drugs or alcohol." Tyler wished he could discover them, maybe with Faith as the unwilling guest.
Nothing sold better than bondage and S&M, except ghosts and supernatural sex. "Any trouble over the years with the former occupants?"
"There were lots of tenants, though none stayed more than a year. As soon as the lease was up, they were out of there. The police were called hundreds of times over the years, but being so far out, by the time they got there, even if there were a real trespasser, they would be miles away."
"What kind of trouble?" Faith hoped it was sexual.
"Trespassing, breaking and entering, a few brave enough to say rape but most refused to explain what happened. Legends have it that they were attacked while they slept. Some woke up to find themselves bound and stripped naked, feeling a wetness between their legs and a soreness inside them, but none remembered how they got that way. Others were awake, but for some reason, they said they were powerless to stop their assailants. They felt like they were paralyzed, yet a few admitted that they were sexually excited at the time, their genitals engorged. They never saw their assailants but felt them, feeling something enter them. They couldn't stop the assailants, their body touched, stroked and penetrated for hours. They were taken in every manner, many unnatural and degrading. Some even admitted shamefully that they climaxed from the repeated assaults." Tyler got excited each time he read the research.
"That sounds like my kind of house." Faith had a connection, a sexual connection with supernatural beings that manifested themselves in their former residence. She had this connection since she was in high school, growing stronger each year. That is why she was so good at explaining what happened at these houses, most of the time she experienced it firsthand. "Can I get access to the whole house, even the boarded-up part?"
"I knew you would want that, so I secured it. A little more money, but they don't care what happens to the house. One of these days when the housing market gets better again, they will tear it down and build track houses for the masses. I have the usual camera equipment for you in case you find some of the rooms. The pictures will be great for the article." Michael thought of everything; he was more than an agent.
"I like the period, forties and fifties. I can dress in period clothes, nothing sexier than garter belts and nylons." She often found that wearing period clothes at the houses drew out the supernatural occupants as though they were back when they were living. She wanted to see a picture of Michael, hoping that she might encounter him while there, maybe even in one of his special rooms. She had never been bound before, but she was willing to do anything for a story. It had been a while since she felt a man inside her, even a supernatural one.
"I thought you might." Tyler hoped he could see her in some of the bondage furniture, willing or not.
"Send me everything tomorrow, but even if it is only half as good as you say, I'm for it. I'll call you tomorrow night after I study it." She knew she would take it home and masturbate as she read it, she always did. It not only turned her readers on, it turned her on, too. "Great job, Tyler. I know I can always count on you." She got up and gave him another hug, this time lingering longer, not moving away as his hands slid over her ass cheeks and his cock throbbed against her pussy. He deserved a free feel.
Tyler had a hard time walking by the time he left, Faith letting him grab her ass, Tyler taking advantage of the offer to feel her buttocks and caress his cock against her pussy. He liked her gratitude, only he wanted more.