Anonymous background music washed inoffensively across the marble floored plaza that faced onto the glittering river, the disposable sound emanating from inside the dark walled, ‘Art Deco’ style restaurant by the Monte Gordo Marina. About a dozen or so people were peppered about the various tables, relaxing mid afternoon in the late September sunlight. A tall waiter in a neat white ‘Bolero’ jacket nodded and tucked the, now empty, tray under his arm as he moved away from the furthest table over by the dark, wrought iron fence. As he passed the couple, the young waiter took a lingering glance at the black haired woman in the orange blouse but she didn’t even seem to notice his presence. The man noted his interest and smiled discretely to himself as he listened to what she was saying as she chatted away animatedly.
“…and I told them it was the last time I was going to wear clothes like that at Milan Fashion Week… I don’t care how much exposure it would give me. My God, aside from the hideous bustle and strands of… whatever they were meant to be, you had to wear the shoes his boyfriend designs – it was like clumping about with two big dustbins on your feet. Backstage there wasn’t one model who had a kind word to say about the entire collection – it was the first time I’ve done a show where no-one wanted to snag a few ‘freebies’ off the rack. Did you see any of it?”
He nodded, the fifties ‘College cut’ hair flickering in the breeze as he smiled and dragged his slim hand over his mouth.
“Sadly… yes! The man might be setting New York alight but he’s never going to cut it in Europe. I caught some footage of the Galliano showcase though – you looked a lot cooler than Gwen Stefani, despite the shoes!”
The woman giggled, rolled her eyes and made a little wobble of her head as she pushed the slim sunglasses onto her forehead and away from her dark green eyes.
“Okay… I’ve bent your ear more than enough about my jet-setting – you’d think I was climbing up the ranks to ‘Supermodel’ status instead of just managing to pull some lucky breaks. Did I tell you how good it was to see a friendly face again?”
The man nodded and unbuttoned another button on his white silk shirt as the intensity of the sunlight began to make him revel in the light breeze that floated off the river.
“Once or twice.”
She leaned back on the chair and her shoulders sagged.
“Sorry… I just miss being back home with everyone – most of the other girls I’ve worked with are nice enough but they’re so competitive and into the whole ‘game’ as if we were curing cancer instead of wandering about in ridiculously overpriced clothes. Am I being a stupid little girl again?”
He laughed and leaned forward, staring quite intensely at her.
“You were never a stupid little girl – even when you were of an age that it could be expected. You miss home and all the crowd… there’s nothing wrong with that. Another three weeks and you’ll be back in the rain again wishing you were over here, basking in the sunshine.”
The woman sighed and then nodded in agreement.
“God, you’re right – it’ll be back to magazine and advertising work, photomodel sessions and waiting for the next big jaunt to sunnier climes. Don’t you miss them all?”
“Sometimes, but you know what I’m like… ‘have fun – will travel’!”
The sound of her laughter was liquid in the air and it made him laugh too.
When she saw the strange grin on his face she knew what was coming.
“Speaking of the right time… are you going to tell me how your adventure went, DeeDee?”
The young woman blushed, bit her lip again and then giggled.
“You haven’t called me that in years!” she laughed with a ruddy glow.
“You haven’t looked and acted like a fourteen year old in years!” he said with a wide grin.
“Maybe…but you’re still getting me in and out of the strangest situations – so it’s not really a big surprise, is it?”
“Gone all shy, have we?”
This time she blushed before she burst out laughing, then nodded her head.
“It was… something else! How do you keep finding all these… weird places and people?”
“It’s a gift… what can I say? You asked and I gave you what you wanted – a ticket to a new adventure!”
She gave a tilt of her head, a mock frown and then laughed once more.
“Gina was right about you – all the time!”
“Really? What did the Kinky Kat say?”
“She says… ‘You’ll always be dangerous’!”
This time he laughed and looked just the way she remembered him when they had met half a lifetime ago… and it relaxed her enough to tell him what she had been so desperate to talk about. She grinned a soft, shy smile as she leaned over the table, eyes glancing down.
“So, come on, share the dirt. What occurred, Diane?” he asked, leaning forward. The light from his white shirt reflected on her face.
She raised a dark eyebrow and smiled coyly, inducing little dimples in her smile below the high, chiselled cheek-bones that blended seamlessly into the large, wide mouth. Her dark eyes twinkled with the sparkles of reflected light that shimmered from her ice filled glass. With an overtly cautious look she gazed about her immediate vicinity before laughing almost nervously.
“Okay,” she said with her London accent becoming a little more natural and prominent, “it was like this...”
The man sat back in his chair a little, an intrigued look on his sculptured face and his body language displaying a keen attention. He watched her free hand stroke the pale orange, silk blouse to unconsciously reveal the sheer, gossamer, pale, white lace bra beneath where the materials met.
Diane was silent for a moment, staring at him, scrutinising his level of attention and allowing herself another moment to gather her thoughts and courage.
“Right, I went last Friday” she began before swallowing a large proportion of her white wine spritzer, “I arrived at just before 12.30 p.m., the time I was instructed by your friend, Marla, and I stood around on the quiet Avenue off Monmartre. I was frozen to the bone beneath my coat… it’s unbelievable how cold you feel - how vulnerable you’re when near naked. I waited for the Taxi to move out of sight before I walked a few steps down the tiny dark, lane towards the door. Even though I’d been told to come in only my shoes and a coat I was too scared not to wear knickers - all the way there I thought ‘This Cabby knows I’m almost naked’. I know, it’s silly, but I did...I’d have been so much worse if I hadn’t been wearing any knickers. Anyway, I opened my long leather coat enough to pull my pants down. The whiteness glowed like neon in the dimness and I was a little...surprised at how, you know... damp I was - they were. I hadn’t realised on the journey that I was as physically turned on as I was mentally. It made me feel a little embarrassed and I tried to… sort of… inconspicuously... emmm - try to dry myself a little. Well, it’s not the sort of thing you can really do gracefully or inconspicuously, is it?”
“I suppose not, but it’s weird to think of you being flustered and embarrassed - I really can’t imagine you down a dim lane with your knees gaping open, drying yourself off with your own pants... it’s so... not you!” he laughed.
“Tell me about it! As discreetly as I could I dried myself off, folded the damp lace into a little package and debated tossing them away.”
“What for? You were told to arrive in a coat and shoes and you were, what’s the problem?”
Diane rolled her eyes, shrugged and made a little head shift like she used to do when she was uncertain about something.
“Well… it’s embarrassing and it would be just my luck for them to... fall out in front of whoever or... Look, I was just bloody well embarrassed - right?”
“That’s good enough for me, Diane!” he laughed shying away from her controlled hiss in mock fear.
The woman leaned in a little and frowned this time.
“Look, Jack, do you want me to tell you this or not? It’s embarrassing enough to… well, explain all this without you being so…”
“Sorry… sorry - absolutely, I’m totally riveted.”
“Fine! So, I put my pants in the inside pocket and walked down to the door. I was freezing and the only thing louder than the sound of my heels was the sound of the Church clock chiming the half hour. I was really scared to knock the door, in fact I was ready to go back to the hotel but the idea of trudging round all those dark, quiet streets looking for a taxi freaked me out. I pressed the illuminated bell and… nothing happened.”
“What? Nobody replied?”
“Nothing. I thought you’d pulled some stupid bloody hoax, telling me about this bizarre club and that you got Marla to solicit my co-operation until I turned up like Miss Gullibility while you lot sat giggling at me or something. In fact, I actually looked about to see if I could spot you hiding down the lane somewhere.“ Diane whispered and drank half the remaining contents of her glass.
“No way, the place is very real and I wouldn’t do that to anyone – and you should know I’d never do that to you, DeeDee!”
She gave an awkward nod and flicked her eyebrows by means of an unspoken apology. The man across the table leaned forward and held out his hands, palms up, indicating that he was waiting for her to continue.
“Well, fine… so… I was obviously a little paranoid. But… I knew when the door finally opened that it was clearly for real. The woman who opened the door was like a giant, she was at least 6 feet 3 tall with 5 or 6 inch heels and about another foot of dyed blonde hair piled up on her head. Apart from her shiny black heels, all she wore was a black, masquerade mask and a tiny gauzed, almost translucent, white slip... which left no doubt she was a dyed blonde, Darling! Oh, God, Jack - her body was absolutely amazing, I’d never seen anything like it – ever, not even amongst the modelling circle. Enormous, long legs, rounded hips, buttocks that looked as hard as steel, a tiny waist and these utterly amazing… well, they were breasts to die for... her face, what you could see of it, was cut right out of Vogue or something - she made me sick, I could have killed her! But, she beckoned me in and bolted the door behind me right away, still saying absolutely nothing. I watched her walk down the little, candle lit corridor, watching her buttocks wiggle with a mechanical precision... I automatically followed her, tightening the belt of my coat as I went. It was really tense hearing her mechanical, measured clicking followed by my little steps and creaking leather as we came up to a large gate from where a pale, pink light shone out. The giant stood with her back to the gate, looking at me with her arms folded across her chest - beneath what I cynically believed to be silicon… irrespective of how natural the flesh shifted. Bitch! Not a word came from her, she just stood looking at me for about a minute and a half… which is an eternity when you’re going into something like this, all alone and… uncertain - it was driving me up the wall but I knew that I was… well, that I was just so turned on. I mean really turned on, I was scared because I didn’t know what was going to happen but I was also finding everything that was taking place to be mentally and physically exciting. Eventually she nodded, like Marla said she would, and I knew it meant I had to remove my coat. My God, I was utterly terrified - my hands were shaking as I unbuckled my belt and I tried to take as long as I could. It was as if I was that silly little orphan girl who didn’t know what the world was really about again… so absolutely mortifying. The more I looked at her body the more embarrassed I felt in front of her.”
“Really? But you look really good, I mean it’s no secret you have a great body, Diane! You always have!”
“When have you seen all of my body, Jack? I mean all of it – naked and moving... not just an airbrushed photo in a magazine.”
“I haven’t, in the flesh, obviously - but I have seen your modelling photos and at the pool your bikini doesn’t really hide that much. You look really good, always did… and you usually know it!” he stated flatly.
Diane looked away for a second and there was a little flush on her face before she looked back at him. it was behaviour that puzzled him a little.
“Thanks! You always made me feel that way even before I believed it. I know... usually - but this woman… you had to see her, honestly… she was so damned perfect. It was sheer bloody mindedness that finally made me disrobe and before I could even get to hold the coat in front of me she removed it from my grip. Clearly the more vulnerable I was made to feel, the more she enjoyed it. She just stood there - staring, scrutinising me. Her eyes glowed in the dark and by that point I didn’t feel embarrassed about how I compared to her any more because she was looking at me with such... desire. I’ve never been that close to a woman who looked at me in that way – so clearly and obviously filled with desire. I mean, obviously I have gay friends who sometimes playfully flirt, but they never look at me like that, it’s never serious - not as far as I know, anyway.”
“Well, I think Suzanne might look at you that way.” he said with a wry grin.
“Really?” she asked in shock.
“No, I’m just kidding!”
“You pig!” she laughed.
The waiter returned with more drinks as the pretty couple smiled at each other. The impassive man neither knew nor cared about their conversation, they looked like any other attractive couple basking in the September sunshine. The only thing that impressed him was the pretty young woman with the long legs, tiny waist and impeccable bosom that seemed to draw attention from each man who passed her. Diane gave him a brief, polite smile as he lingered tidying the table for them before moving away again.
Jack leaned forward with some amused glee on his face, his slim frame held tight by his narrow leg Levi 501 jeans and the fluttering white silk shirt that set his tanned skin off rather well.
“Right, he’s gone – there are no more eavesdroppers… you’ve waited for two weeks to get over here and tell me all this! Come on, Diane, get to the good stuff - I’m dying to know.”
“If I did it, you mean? I’ve never heard you ask anyone something like that before… Are you… I think this is really turning you on... is it? Tell me!”
He shrugged and sat back making her face unconsciously flash a tiny glimmer of disappointment he hadn’t wanted to generate in her. Jack reflected thoughtfully for a moment, sighed and then nodded at her.
“Fine - you got me! I’ve been living like a monk for too long. Yeah - well... a bit, yes!” he replied, looking at her disbelieving expression that still betrayed a tiny flash of hurt he felt surprised by. “Yes. It is, Diane!”
The young woman smiled more than either of them expected, took a sip of her fresh drink as they sat in the radiant afternoon sun, gazed about her to ensure acoustic privacy and then lent on the table, looking into his eyes.
“Fine... Jack! So, I’ve got a grip on the notion that this utter beauty clearly has an abiding desire for me and it kind of gave me a sense of security as much as it made me feel a bit vulnerable. Anyway - the giant rang this little bell and a moment later the gate slid open. She stood aside and ushered me through. I could feel my thighs damp as they rubbed together when I walked forward, hesitatingly - I clearly knew I was pretty… wet! Anyway… the bitch actually sniffed as I passed her - I couldn’t believe it... the way she did it - it was as though she could detect my… you know, my personal scent.!”
Jack rubbed his forehead as he saw Diane looking at the steel rings within his open shirt – she’d seen them before and she’d done that before, but now she seemed to look with some agenda he couldn’t quite determine.
“Scent?” he inquired, demanding clarification.
“Yeah - exactly! That’s just what I mean, what you’re thinking… the scent of me, my sex! Anyway, that aside, I entered the cold room and heard a dull gong strike somewhere. The walls to my left and right were completely mirrored and I tried hard not to stare at myself in their multi imaging reflections, looking down to the floor and the ceiling before gazing back to her. But, when I turned back she was gone, silent as ever, and the gate was shut again. I stood in between the identical gates, basking in the pink light from above. Every bit of my flesh was erect with excitement - a lot more than it had been from the chill outside, earlier, and I was… well, actually I was dying to… wipe myself dry again. A couple of minutes passed in utter silence and with nothing happening - I could see nothing. looking either way. So – I thought to myself – it’s probably safe enough now. I had waited that long before I went to wipe myself with my hand - the moment I felt my... wetness, it happened!”
“What?” he asked impatiently.
The big red mouth opened as her eyes gazed from side to side again as she leaned forward as if to confide in him.
“You’ll just have to wait and see because I have to go to the Loo!” she giggled playfully.
He watched her rise from the table, bright, well educated, with a loving family and friends who adored her for all the qualities that she never abandoned when things got rough. Jack watched her tall frame walk across the marble Plaza, he noticed himself looking at her differently for some reason - no longer as a woman friend but as friend who was definitely a woman. There was a flash of awkwardness as he watched her moving with a different response than he’d experienced before. He pulled his red lensed sunglasses down and lit up another cigarette, watching her walk away.
She had a large mane of bouncing dark hair that looked like a television advert as she walked. Her little white lace bra was discrete beneath the orange silk whilst still being noticeable on scrutiny and her sparkling black skirt, cut to mid thigh, was tight enough to emphasise her natural wiggle. Diane’s legs appeared to be longer than they actually were, enhanced a little by her black heels and dark Aristoc hose. She was a very attractive woman irrespective of how nice she was as a friend and a person – the heads that turned to watch the model as she passed proved that, without trace of doubt.
It made him a little uncomfortable, becoming aware that she actually had aroused him, just as missing how desirable she was annoyed him a little - but maybe all long term friendships induced that. He still stared at the doors for a while after she had gone in. The sun above was hot and the breeze was light as he leaned back, drew on his cigarette and watched the thirtysomething, American woman in the white suit and broad white hat passing by him with a little smile and flick of her eyebrows - again. His eyes watched with interest as it was apparent she wore nothing beneath her jacket except a superb tan and a killer frame. She’d been here every day this week and they still hadn’t spoken yet – tomorrow could change all that… or the next day.
Tilting his head back he looked up to the cloudless blue sky and watched the white vapour trail from a high flying jet scratch the unsullied azure ceiling of his world. The young woman was taking her time… and it was something they had plenty of, for the next few days anyway. With a distracted gaze upward, he just sat and smoked… waiting for her to come back.
Almost ten minutes had passed since Diane had left, only to reappear like a vision of glowing seduction – all freshly painted and radiant. She was smiling but her eyes were twinkling with a hint of mischief as she sat back down across from him once more.
“Miss me?” she teased.
“Well, I thought you’d gone back to Notting Hill or went to check out the sights round Faro. Now, since your dramatic exit and long disappearance has heightened the tension considerably and you have returned even more beautiful than ever… what happened?”
“In the Loo? I just...”
“Funnee! You were telling me about your adventure…”
Diane shrugged and sipped at her drink.
“Ooh, you know all that stuff and Marla’s probably had much spicier reports to keep your attention… it doesn’t matter really!”
It suddenly occurred to him that she clearly knew the effect she was having on him before she left and was now gauging just how much she had captured his interest.
“So, you’re telling me that apart from flying out here to catch up with me for a few days… telling me about your adventure wasn’t part of the agenda? It somehow doesn’t matter since you went to the loo?”
Diane dropped her head a little and looked up with her eyes as she nervously fiddled with something in her hands on her lap.
“Well… it’s kind of embarrassing and I’m sure there are more interesting things you’d want to talk about - especially as you’ve always tended to see me as a ‘little sister’… isn’t that what you usually say about me to everyone?”
The man had to suppress his grin, merely letting a discrete sigh escape from his lungs.
“DeeDee – I’ve known you since you were a little teenie Tomboy that was always in some kind of crazy situation that you needed dragged out from… and I wasn’t much older! So that makes it hard to think of you any way other than that – and the manner you say it in sounds like you’re not too pleased with that kind of perspective, right?”
The woman slipped back in her seat and let her head fall to the side a little as she looked back with a mix of irritation and interest.
“Do I look like a Tomboy any more?”
“Nope, very not!”
“Are you still getting me out of trouble?”
“…sometimes – other times, like the little adventure you were describing, I think I’m making up for it by getting you into more hot water than you would do on your own!”
Diane laughed with her hands clasped around the distraction she had been playing with.
“Okay, that wasn’t a very good question… What I was really getting at was the fact that you’re one of the very few men around me who don’t just see how I look, but see who I am – all my last boyfriend really cared about was my looks but nothing about what I thought or felt.. whereas you always bother about the things in my head or what’s happening to me as a person, but…”
“Yeah? But what?”
The woman’s eyes darted away and she suddenly looked nervous before she spoke. She took a deep breath that inadvertently swept her bosom shunting upwards in an overt manner which he couldn’t help but notice.
“…but you just don’t really seem to care how attractive I am or not!”
He laughed.
“So? – I’m sure you don’t need to add me to your legion of admirers and I’d be a bit of a shit if all I bothered about was your looks… although, despite what you think, I certainly don’t dislike your appearance and never have – I’ve always thought you were beautiful, even when you were a hot little teenie Tomboy!”
“Really?” she asked with an obvious tone of surprise.
“Yes – I never made any secret of that… especially when you were all upset because you fell for that footballer Pratt when you were sixteen and he thought you were like a guy – I told you… anyone who couldn’t see or appreciate how pretty and sexy and charming you were didn’t deserve to go out with you. So, maybe you should reassess your view – I know you’re hot and attractive but you’re my friend and I don’t know if that’d be true if I was one of the many who was always trying to put a move on you.”
“Your friendship has been the most secure thing to me in my adult life – nothing could change that. I just think you still see me as DeeDee the Tomboy, and that makes me feel like I’m about fourteen years old instead of in my mid twenties!”
His eyes flickered over her and his recent reflection on Diane flashed through his head guiltily.
“Trust me, Diane, I… see you as you are – uncomfortably so since you’ve been here, actually!”
This time she grinned and leaned forward.
“So… when I saw you watching me as I went to the loo, saw your eyes following me in the reflection on the window… you were watching the modern Diane – the twentysomething woman who’d just told you her sexist secret ever?”
Jack laughed very gently and she knew she had finally managed to make him admit something she had always wondered about.
“Yeah, I was watching your gorgeous little frame shunting away like I check every hot cutie my eyes fall on!”
There was a tiny tingle of excitement and amusement flickering through her at the same time.
“Then… what I was telling you… was, like, exciting?”
He shook his head and pulled it back from hers.
“No… not ‘like’ exciting… it was exciting and sexy and intimate and captivating and beautifully sweet, the way everything you’ve ever said or done has been!”
“So you mean that I… I can hardly say this… did I turn you on? Did you think about me the way I was telling it to you. Not just the Diane you’ve always known and protected… but this time you thought of me as – sexual? The way you probably though about Josella or Danielle or Christene or Tina? The thought of me going in there to experience something really private, personal and exciting like the women you’ve… that you’ve… fucked? Thrilling, scary and sexy for me – did you hear it that way… think of it that way?”
He looked into her face and she saw her own reflection in his red tinted sunglasses. He silently made a single nod of the head and smiled a tiny grin then flicked his eyebrows.
“So… you wanted to hear about it… not just because I wanted to tell you and get… well, ask you what you thought about something that happened – you wanted me to come back because you wanted me to tell you about the things they did… not just to let me talk about it, but because I had really turned you on sexually… I had made you think about me in a sexual way?”
Jack let an irritated, silly grin decorate his face.
“You know, you’ve spent too much time around me – you’re developing my bad habits… like making people really clarify their thoughts to the nth degree!”
“Do you want me to tell you the rest?” she asked softly.
Jack paused and sighed again, eyes looking down for a second before flashing up and staring into hers.
“…yes… I would… it’s why your visit to the loo seemed so long – I could only imagine what you were doing!”
She smirked and tilted her head.
“Well, building the tension for one thing…”
“And the other?”
She blushed and couldn’t meet his gaze.
“Thinking of you and hoping it was as exciting to hear as it was to experience.”
“Get back to your sexy, ‘Diane does Monmartre’, Porno tale!”
She started giggling and took a few moments before she could compose herself.
“Where was I again?”
“You were cleaning yourself up… in your narrative – not in the loo!”
“Right… very good, you were paying attention – anyway… So, I’ve just got my hand between my legs to try and… you know, and then the mirrored wall behind me slides open and three masked woman are standing around me - two of them were wearing tiny Baby Doll, translucent slips and the other was in a kind of... body harness, like a bondage thing - thigh boots and all that. Anyway they took me by the arms into the room behind the mirror and sat me on this weird chair as the mirrored wall slid down... the bloody thing was a two way mirror, they had waited until I tried to wipe myself before they moved me on to the next stage. So, let me see... oh, yes - the chair! The base of this thing was recessed with a drain system - it made me wonder what was going to happen. There was the sound of activity as the two girls in slips did something out of sight while the bondage babe adjusted the seat I was in - reclining the inclination then lifting and separating my legs... it was like an examination chair. Anyway, this woman stands staring at me, legs akimbo and my insides staring out at her when this hood comes over my head from behind and all this soft music starts. I’m sitting there, scared and anxious, unable to see anything and all I can hear are noises like steel clinking, liquids splashing around in motion. Next thing I know I’m making a little shout as I jump in fright when the wet sponge touches my chest and all this warm water runs down my belly and between my opened legs. I heard them giggling from behind for a moment.”
“So, were you enjoying it by this time?” he asked.
“Well, it’s weird because I didn’t feel very comfortable being so aroused with only other women around me. I’m just not used to that and it isn’t the kind of thing I fantasise about. But as they washed my skin, lathered my limbs and all that, I found I was starting to enjoy it despite still being pretty edgy. My next embarrassment came when I felt fingers searching out my... my bottom for want of a better term. I jumped off the seat as I felt this... nozzle or something being pushed into my bottom and all this cold stuff squirting in, just oozing out all the time even as the nozzle was being pulled out. Well, if I thought that was something, I was speechless as I feel this finger being pushed up my... you know? It just gently pushed in and out - again and again and I realised I was being lubricated because her fingers were getting right into me without any difficulty. Next it’s two fingers up the back of me and all the time the other girls are washing, lathering and rinsing me. This goes on for a couple of minutes until I feel the fingers pop out of me and I suddenly feel really empty and as though my passage is, like, totally opened. All the time nothing is being said, bearing in mind that Marla warned me I can only talk after someone talks to me. Then I feel the fingers at me again but this time they’re pushing something rounded into me, and it feels kind of big, wide! Well, actually, being deprived of sight it felt gigantic... but it slipped into me without much bother and I found it weird how pleasant it was pushing into me. Once inside it stayed put as if the end of it was a ball and the shaft was narrower - I had no idea what it was and I was quite relieved to be under the hood so that my embarrassment was minimised.”
“Why didn’t you just leave if it was disturbing you?”
“…Because it was really exciting and bizarre, I was sacred but excited - intrigued. In fact the next bit is a little, well... not the type of thing we all talk about.”
“What do you mean, did they bring a sheep in?”
“No, smart-arse! Right, I’ll just tell you and if it grosses you, just say so and I’ll stop.” Diane said lowering her voice and leaning forward towards him. “The two girls hold an arm each and I can’t move me legs off the stirrups, my legs are spread as if I’m about to give birth and I’ve got something about the size of the Houses of Parliament up my bottom when I feel all this warm, thick liquid being poured into me! Shit! Needless to say I squeal and jump but I can’t move about much and I feel these girls stroking my skin, head and hands as if to calm me. Oddly enough it did! I’m filling up more and more and it starts... is this gross?”
He shifted in his chair, lighting another cigarette and passing it to her with a smile before lighting another for himself, deferring his reply before he finally admitted what she wanted to hear.
“No, it’s... fascinating.”
“I can’t believe I’m telling you all this.”
“Well… I did bring it to your attention, didn’t I?”
“Mmmm, yes! Okay, well... the pressure is pressing against my bladder and that starts turning me on pretty strongly. Meanwhile the two girls are lathering under my arms, my forearms, then the bikini area and my legs. So, all this is going on at once and it’s really beginning to feel good when I hear this big, erotic moan in the room and it took a few seconds to realise that it was me! I could have died and then the girls giggled to each other, whispered something and continued lathering me. Fortunately I didn’t jump when they started shaving me from the ankle up and from the wrist down. It was so erotic it’s not true - but this time I didn’t moan, just enjoyed it. By the time they got to my genital area I was feeling highly aroused but also unable to hold all this liquid in my... bottom and I was starting to worry how I was going to get rid of it and how embarrassing it could be. The razor shaved away all that was left of my tiny strip of pubic hair - very gently and very methodically and I didn’t mind their fingers peeling and shifting my genitalia. It seemed that they were deliberately trying to avoid touching the bits that give the biggest hit. When it was all done I felt a simultaneous experience, just as they rinsed my body with a flow of warm water I also felt the thing in my bottom jerk a little and suddenly all the liquid was whooshing out me. It was fabulous! I know, grosserama… but it was just terrific. I pushed my insides and felt more and more of the stuff being dumped and the pressure drop until a minute or two of great pleasure later I was at rest, wet, bald from the neck down and totally aroused. I felt a spray shoot into me again but this time it was rinsing me out while another tube easily, a bit too easily actually, slipped into my vagina and a warm douche started - it was really...”
“Great?” he asked sarcastically.
“Totally great!” she laughingly agreed.
The sun warmed them lazily as they laughed, dissipating the erotic tension they each felt but were unable to stop careening onwards. The diligent young waiter reappeared and wordlessly took their order again, his eyes rarely leaving Diane with a suppressed hunger that she ignored. Jack noted their behaviour and smiled to himself as the man left the table again.
The woman stubbed out her cigarette, bent down to her handbag and pushed whatever she had been playing with in her hands inside and sat back to face him again.
“You know, Jack, when you first told me about this place your friend, Marla, ‘frequented’, I thought you were ‘taking the Michael’ - it was so… unlikely. I still don’t know how I went along with it so easily, well, comparatively easily.”
“Yeah, but then, when you met Marla you must have known it was for real. She’s too committed to be a fake!”
“Actually she was all too real, I was still a little unsure - but...”
“You still went.” he finished.
“Yes! And do you know the weird thing was as I sat on the chair in the absolute darkness while these women prepared and serviced me... I was quite happy to have myself exposed and touched in places I rarely let anybody interfere with. It was a real turn on having something so utterly intimate being undertaken by strangers. It was incredible physically, but the psychological buzz was... the best I’ve ever had with no exceptions. I didn’t expect that - not at all.”
“The way you say that suggests that something significant happened - life changing or something.”
“It was all significant, but, I suppose, …mainly it was finding myself doing the things I did, allowing myself to do things outside my own taste or nature.”
The waiter returned, deposited the drinks, smiled brightly and glanced lingeringly at the perfectly composed woman once more and reluctantly left them alone again.
Diane paused for a few moments staring absently and toying with her glass as her nails tapped against the steel ash tray. He watched her, waiting for the something else he expected to manifest.
“And..?” he finally demanded.
“What happened next frightened me initially - I mean I panicked and one of the Baby Doll girls, I think, held my hand and stroked my head through the hood until I calmed down. After I thought about it, I found that to be disturbingly erotic and even more so as I realised that it hadn’t just calmed me but aroused me too! I don’t know why, really. Anyway… what freaked me out was that they strapped my wrists down and then my ankles as well, but it was hard to lift my legs anyway… the way they had set the chair up. I didn’t think they were going to harm me really, but I was scared that... something... would happen outwith my control, but I suppose that’s the thrill - the unknown, not being in control... being vulnerable. I was calmer by the time they clipped some sort of constricting cap on my nipples, which were standing like organ stops already - I suspect, it was bloody sore but good at the same time if you know what I mean?”
The dark haired man nodded in agreement, smiling wryly.
“I felt fingers spreading my... lips, pulling the vuvlal flesh apart whilst other fingers collected and pulled my inner lips forward. A metal clip, too cold actually, pressed my inner lips tightly together at the very base of their origin... effectively closing my sex like a modern chastity instrument. I could feel myself stretching inside, the wetness beginning to manifest itself as the fingers started to pull my clitoral hood back quite harshly as something was fitted around my clitoris itself. It seemed to tug the base further out from me and held the hood back so that the actual tip was permanently exposed. It was very exciting! Then they suddenly stopped and there was silence, no sound at all... now that was scary! I was left like that for hours... well, minutes probably, but it seemed like hours because I could feel every part of my body tingling with... life. I was unnaturally aware of myself, my state of excitement and the sexual thrill that was just growing and growing. Then I heard this faint moaning, an occasional, low groan that repeated itself and grew a little stronger every time - after a minute or two it was impossible to mistake it for anything but another woman’s pleasure. It’s like… sometimes when you’re at the cinema and an erotic part of the film comes on and although you know it’s really naffly impotent, something in it arouses you and you become aware of it in that... sort of, eh, unpleasant acknowledgement of the fact, kind-of-way. The moaning just went on and on, no words just a more and more abandoned grunting of joy. I knew I was gushing inside and that I shouldn’t really be aroused by hearing another woman getting off - if I had it would have been apparent when I shared a flat with Julie at University... she was loud and very, very enthusiastic. I remember, just as a by the way, she liked to make out she enjoyed bondage - so I got her a good quality gag for her Christmas present the year we were to graduate... she still didn’t get the hint!”
Jack laughed, shook his head and leaned on the table with a silly grin on his face.
“Yeah, well, Julie was never keen on gags… or anything that restricted the ability to use her mouth in any circumstances – she had a very interesting sense of ‘oral fixation’!”
Diane smiled and then tried to give him a frown.
“Of course, I forgot… you two had an intensely passionate romance that lasted for, what, two days?”
“A quick tumble isn’t a romance… there were no illusions on either side, that was mutual ‘hit and run’! But, you’re right… she was loud… I kind of liked that about her!”
The woman rolled her eyes and her mouth turned down a little at the corners.
“Will I go on… or do you want to keep drooling over ‘Queen Slut’?”
Jack sat back again and looked upward as if in deep thought, reflecting until she snapped her fingers to draw his attention back.
“Hey, Jack… it was rhetorical – I didn’t think you’d drift off into some trip down memory lane just because I mentioned Julie, the Succubus!”
He started laughing and pointed a finger at her, making Diane realise she’d been taken in by his deceptive pose.
“Serves you right for bringing her up in the conversation!” he chastised, “You added the disruption, not me.”
This time she couldn’t help but grin, the little dimples appearing on her cheeks once again.
“Will I tell you this or do you want to keep up your witty banter?”
“Sorry… I think I’m going to have to ask you to pause because I need to go to the loo this time.” he replied looking down at his jeans, “Although I might get arrested for public indecency by the look of my current state of… ‘interest’!”
Her mouth fell open and she leaned forward, trying to peer over.
“Really?” she asked with much more interest than she realised.
He rolled his eyes, shook his head and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table to lean on.
“Get on with it… you’re starting to behave like Julie!”
Diane blushed a little and bit her lip awkwardly, dropping her head in the manner that was so characteristic of her when she was embarrassed. With a momentary pause she nodded, shifted in her seat and raised her head again before she gave a quick look round to ascertain no-one was within hearing distance and continued quietly.
“Sorry… it’s just that I suddenly realised that overhearing Julie was so different to hearing the utterly erotic sound of this other woman – that hadn’t really clicked with me until now. So, anyway, I was feeling a bit uneasy with that, still am in a way, but I figured with being restrained and processed by women in a very intimate way had made me a little bit more pro-femme! Next - bang! Without warning, I shout out in fright as I feel this unbelievably deep, intense vibration coming from whatever was clamped round my clitoris - it felt as if it was quaking my flesh for inches, right inside me. My heart was racing and my hips tried to shift but the shape of the chair and the restraints held me in. Before I had even stopped squirming, I knew I was really enjoying it. The vibrations came in short waves with little breaks in between. It felt really good, really quickly and I gave in to the mechanical masturbation. After a minute I was… well, a little abandoned in my own pleasure and found myself moaning involuntarily… the idea that these women might still be there actually turned me on and I let myself start to moan the way I felt inside - which was really good and really there! By now there were the sounds of two women, aside from me that is, moaning - making love! I knew it was two women and still I let it arouse me more - I felt my bottom clenching and working the anal dilating instrument within me and I just knew I wanted to try something, anything… so long as I could maintain this state of mind and absolute arousal. All this went of for ten or fifteen minutes, by which time I was starting to resist what appeared to be an inevitable orgasm that kept coming and going every time the vibrations occurred - I wasn’t ready to actually climax for a phantom audience... not just yet anyway! I was so close to cumming, sorry to be so graphic, when the vibration stopped and the hood was suddenly pulled from my head. The light was blinding, overwhelming! It took a minute or so before I could see that before me were four large screens showing different... different views of... God, how can I put this? Utter sexual depravity. I have never, ever seen anything like this stuff!”
“What do you mean?” he asked “Illegal shit?”
“No! Not like that, anyway. It was images of really different situations and tastes, for want of a better term. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, it was totally seductive - I’ve never seen or experienced that type of response from any visual stimulus before... and I do mean any. This whole thing was a new colour, a new language I always vaguely understood but could never speak.”
He stared at her, puzzled.
“Diane, I always assumed you were quite a little wildcat and some of it might have been new, but...” Jack stated.
She bit her lower lip and paused awkwardly, grasped her glass, took a sip and put it down again – unconsciously stroking her skin between the open buttons or the silk blouse. There was a tiny flicker of discomfort in her eyes as she spoke.
“Actually… I’m quite… conventional.” she confessed, “I’m not a prude, but in bed I’m a lot more ‘normal’ that someone might think from watching my actual behaviour and appearance. So, for me, this was really ‘full on’ and in any other circumstances, would have been shocking. Yet, in those surroundings, these films were really weird, wild, bizarre… depraved even - but totally exciting.”
“What on earth was in them? What were they about?” he asked, furrowing his brow and tilting his head in intense curiosity.
She watched his body language and found it to be quite thrilling because he had never responded to any intimate confession she had confided to date in this way… but then, she had never reported or experienced anything like this before – this was the type of thing he was known for being a part of rather than her. A mischievous smile flickered over her face as she lowered her sunglasses from her forehead as the shifting position of the sun began to glare into her eyes.
“I’ll tell you over the phone the next time you’re with ‘The French Piece’ - it should make it all a little more thrilling for you!” Diane laughed.
The man smiled widely.
“You little shit!” he breathed.
“Just kidding - a little! I don’t know, Jack… there was something about being treated that way and finding myself to be so completely… aroused in a manner that has never happened to me before… it just made everything I felt or saw and experienced, so much more intense. The images were varied and four sets were going on at once... I got the impression that you were being monitored as you watched the images… as if to determine what held your attention - like the way advertisers sometimes wire cameras inside television monitors at test previews to see where the viewer’s eyes focus on the screen. Who knows? Anyway... there were things like… like… women ‘going down’ on each other while they spread each other unbelievably wide open using speculums - this was really extreme to the point it made child birth look like evacuating a used tampon. Sorry! Not the nicest image I could have used, really! It was all strange because at the same time there was a film of one man after another, obviously not far off climax each time, masturbating by this ornate vat. One after another they cum… serious amounts of fluid, I might add, unless I’ve been deprived in my seminal tributes up till now. Sometimes… and this was a weird feeling for me, there one guy bringing another off... I rather liked that, I never really imagined ‘Gay sex’ as quite erotic – but, God, it was! This whole thing goes on for ages and you can see this vessel is a serious sized collection vat. Next, the camera pans down and there, below where the man and vat are, stands this hugely tall, powerful woman, not unlike the gorgeous creature that I had been escorted by earlier - totally naked, totally built and totally hairless… and I do mean hairless, not a single hair on her entire body – not even eyebrows, which made her look like a bizarre, fantastically sexy alien of some kind. The woman sticks out her tongue, I have never seen a tongue as long as this thing, and through it is this little, shiny, chrome padlock that catches the light as she tosses her head back. All this collected… this ejaculate is released and begins to pour through this mutant shower head that allows thick streams of this mass of cum to pour right down over her. It was quite a sight, all this fluid just pouring all over her… and in her eyes, you can see it, she’s in rapture - mouth opened, swallowing and rubbing all the clinging cum into her skin. This woman was utterly covered, oozing with streaks and strands of all this stuff. It was totally and completely disgusting… it was such an absolutely filthy thing to willingly do… or watch for that matter, but every bit as much of a turn on - I was appalled with myself, almost. I couldn’t take my eyes off that screen, just could not stop watching it, watching her and knowing it was making me… well, you can imagine. From there on, it was just more and more outrageous.”
“You’re not going to tell me about this are you?” he inquired intently.
She shook her head coyly, head casually glancing round their table to see if anyone was listening to the deeply personal and private conversation she wanted only him to be privy to.
“Well, if I did, it would reveal all my latent sexual secrets and then you might be able to manipulate me to your own ends in the future.” Diane taunted almost playfully.
“Was it that revealing?”
“It was, actually, in some ways. Obviously I was being a little flippant, because you know all sorts of things about me and I know you don’t do things like that… but it really did make me reassess a lot of things - simply from seeing these sterile images in just the right frame of mind. That, in itself, is a scary concept. I can’t believe I can tell you things like this… so easily. God, Jack, I can’t imagine what you must think of me now – all my confessions before have been so pedestrian in comparison… career problems, relationship problems, sex problems – but nothing like this! I know you’re into all this stuff, writing and photographing the most bizarre things in the ‘fetish’ industry… but this thing you put me onto through Marla just blew me away on so many levels – not just the experience itself but how it changed my head, the way I saw things and thought about them. Right, okay - I’ll tell you something really personal...”
“Well, Diane, I do think you’ve been fairly forthright and personal up till now!”
“Yeah… but this is about me, how I think. When I was watching this stuff, something utterly unbelievable happened to me – I would never have thought possible. There were some of these images, films, whatever... some of them were so exciting they almost made me... well, eh, Christ… this is so embarrassing - they nearly made me orgasm! God, I can’t believe I told you that. So embarrassing… oooh! Worse, because it’s true. I could not believe it -literally! The notion that watching something could make me climax without… well, you know, without someone or me, sort of… touching or physically stimulating my… me! Three or four times I definitely would have orgasmed but for the ingenious device that they built into the stuff closing my sex. The cunning bastards sent this tiny burst of electricity straight into my clitoris and vaginal lips. So I’m wriggling about and moaning like something from a porn film as I’m watching these incredible images that nearly make me pop when - blam! Genital E.C.T. that made me bloody scream. Every bit of me was tingling like I was on fire and I gulped breath in. I look down at my body, totally covered in perspiration, taut and spasming when thin trails of viscose oils start to drip onto me, some very hot, some cool, some warm and some really cold. Little streams of colours and constituencies, soothing and engulfing all my skin, pouring over my breasts, belly, thighs, sex... totally and utterly erotic. At this point I would probably have gone down on Grandma Moses if I thought it was going to get me off - I was just… so, so horny. But every time I got turned on to the point of almost getting off… they sent the electric bolt into me. The pulse ripped through me and even when I knew it was coming, I couldn’t help shouting or screaming aloud. But after the third or fourth time it happened, I realised I was beginning to look forward to the shock, it left me feeling really sharp and tingling. I could only imagine how wet I was inside, I assumed I had been… and this will sound so gross to you, I thought that I must have been… lubricating and gushing inside so much that it would be like a lake which would pour out like a cascading waterfall when the clips were undone. God, I’m so sorry because I can’t believe I said that… I must be really tipsy or I’d never speak like this - am I appalling or what?” she asked.
His face reflected precisely what he began saying.
“No... far from it. I’m… fascinated, to say the least, and I kind of admire the fact that you can actually tell me. Really - I mean it. Whatever you want to tell or not tell is fine by me. I mean, I can’t believe it either, in some ways!”
“What? That I’d get off on my own pain trip or that I did actually make a point of telling you any of this – No, I’m kidding! You’ve always been there when I had stuff that was bugging me or… needed some advice – and it’s always been so great to have you do that for me… aside from being friends, I mean. I could never tell anyone the things I’ve told you in the past - I just feel that when all the images finally stopped and I was left alone for quite a while, I just… I don’t really know what it was, but… I seemed to reassess myself and my tastes. Going through all that, fabulous, bizarre experience… that changed me a little bit. Before all this… I don’t think I could have told even you about it all – so that means I couldn’t have told anyone, but now I’m pretty okay with it - in fact, it’s quite... pleasant reliving it again with someone else. With you, actually!”
“Didn’t you tell your boyfriend, Marcus? Anthea? Vicki? Anyone?” he asked with some surprise, “Just me? Really? Really!”
Diane emphatically shook her head as she watched him light another cigarette for her and pass it over, lighting his own as she spoke.
“No! No way! Just you. Aside from looking forward to seeing you again… I was dying to tell you about all this, in a way, but I wasn’t sure if I could come out with it. That, in itself, was weird… because it made all these things twist about in my head and I really wanted to talk to you about them… selfish bitch that I am, but at the same time I didn’t know if I could - even though, in some ways, I’ve told you things that are a lot worse, much more harrowing and significant. And please don’t think that I mean I use you as some kind of unpaid therapist, but it’s just that… you’ve always been there and stuck by me when I’ve been messed up or worried – and I really appreciate it, I’d never have got through some of the things that have happened to me if you hadn’t been around to help, time and again. Sometimes I wonder why you bother, because you never seem to get anything from me… you’ve certainly never tried to… well, I mean there were so many times that you could easily have… you know, even if I didn’t find you attractive… when you’re messed up and kind of vulnerable, your guard slips and it would have been so easy for you to have got me… I’m just digging myself a deeper hole here! Sorry!”
He smiled and shook his head very slowly.
“I can’t believe you’d see our friendship that way… do you count the number of times I’ve helped you and keep a score against the times you’ve helped me out?”
“No!” she said with a sudden moment of awkward horror. “I just meant that you always seem to be listening to my troubles and… sometimes I genuinely don’t know why you bother – especially because you’ve never tried to get me… well, almost every other guy that’s been around me has tried to bed me… that’s not a boast but it is a fact, they see what I look like and that’s what’s uppermost in their heads one way or another. Half the guys I’ve been out with never even find out I’ve got an Honours Degree, that I like Surrealism, that old black and white films are my favourite thing, that I love watching the sun rising over the city and seeing the long shadows shift around… they only want to find out if I like giving head, if I screw as well as I look, if I’ll wear the stuff I’m photographed in when we’re going to have sex. That’s a pretty crap repertoire when I’m counting up my relationship scores… that’s why I sometimes wonder why you bother with me, aside from the fact we’ve known each other a long time – it’s not my looks, that’s for sure… the girls you work with and that you’re around are every bit as pretty and much more orientated to your interests. That’s what I meant, not that I keep score… sometimes I just feel kind of… indebted to you and I don’t like that – because it isn’t fair… to you, I mean!”
Again he shook his head, sipped at his drink and held the glass in his hand, listening to the ice chinking against the sides.
“Does it even cross your mind that having known you a long time is important to me, that I don’t have to pretend to live up to an image or how people think I behave? What do we do when we’re together?”
Diane looked confused for a moment, tilting her head reflectively and then looking directly at him, raising her sunglasses and squinting.
“We chat, go for drinks, meals, catch silly films, see galleries, exhibitions, meet people, get drunk, run about doing the stupidest things in the early hours of the morning, get away from what passes for work and just generally fly away from all the pressures that surround us… stuff like that!”
“And you don’t think that’s a good enough reason for why I spend time with you… aside from the fact that you’ve been an excellent source of meeting some very serious ‘hotties’?”
She burst out laughing and, as it subsided, finally got his real point.
“Crap… now I just sound like a selfish, vain, vacuous bitch who doesn’t even notice the things that are important to my friends. Sorry, J!”
“Has there been a single assignment you’ve ever been on where you haven’t sent me back some old book that I can’t find, or a magazine with an article that I’ve wanted to get hold of… or a CD or DVD of something you know I love and don’t have? Course not… you’re not in my debt and I’m not in yours – we’re friends that have grown up together and there’s no price to put on that and no amount of money could buy something as valuable as all that shared time and memories, Diane. Which makes me think that you must be feeling kind of… vulnerable for some reason, because usually you wouldn’t have to have something like that explained to you. So?”
The woman let out a sigh and undid a couple of buttons on her blouse to barely reveal the pale translucent material of her bra as the heat got to her.
“I don’t know, Jack… I dumped Marcus after my trip to Chateau Sapho – he knew nothing about me and cared even less. I turned down a part in some new action film because all they wanted was a hot body to run about and scream when the bullets were flying and then sink into the arms of the hunky leading actor that everyone in the world knows only likes kissing other men… decided I want to move abroad and am looking into selling up - apart from that, not much!”
He laughed and shook his head in despair.
“And you wait a full day to tell me all that?”
She nodded confidently and enthusiastically.
“Yeah, because I wanted to tell you the important things first!”
“The Sapho thing?” he asked incredulously.
She picked up on the implication.
“Yeah… the Sapho thing – it changed all sorts of things in my head and I feel that’s important… don’t you?”
With some surprise, he nodded – he hadn’t expected this kind of reaction to complying with a request to set up some unusual, new experience for her.
“Sorry, I guess being used to these things and always keeping my mind open to stuff you’re just kind of getting access to has obviously made me a little blasé! I didn’t mean to be patronising.”
“No, I didn’t take it that way… it just had a lot of effects I wasn’t expecting. Ever since it occurred I’ve started looking inside a lot more than outside… and that’s the most fantastic aspect of it for me. This will sound stupid… I know it will, but – I really feel as if I want some sense of meaning in my life. Do you know what I mean?”
His face reflected his surprise and admiration on some level but he couldn’t resist a typically flippant remark to lift the intensity he began to see in her eyes.
“Is that a euphemism for ‘Diane wants to have a baby’?”
“Oh, you shit! That’s just you being an… why? Are you volunteering to be daddy? Is Jack’s bio-clock going tick-tick-tock?”
“Yeah, my biological imperative is hammering away at my gonads with Vulcan’s hammer. Can you imagine me as a father or worse, the poor mutant that would be spawned from my corrupted and deranged DNA… the little shit would try and destroy the world before its fifth birthday!”
They both started laughing loud enough to make the other patrons in the tables round about look round to see what the merriment was about. As Diane saw the faces she gave him a look he knew all too well and he turned to scan round the Plaza with an amused look.
“Oops, we’re behaving like typical Brits… can’t go anywhere without causing disruption!” she laughed, but he could see in her eyes that she was still looking quite intense and he began to recognise that her narrative was as significant for her in its impact on her disposition as much as on her own sexuality.
“So, Diane… we all done with the hot porno bitch tale then – you just leave me hanging with you all alone and oiled up like a sexy sardine with these… utterly depraved images you won’t share going through your head?”
“God… I thought you’d have had enough of all that by now – Christ, I didn’t think you could take any more of my self indulgent narrative by now!”
He put the glass down and swallowed.
“It’s an effort, to be quite honest… but I think I can take it!” he said with a little grin.
Diane gave a smile back and then her face illuminated as she seemed to realise something.
“Oh my God – I don’t believe it! It’s true isn’t it? You’re enjoying this… you’re actually into hearing about me and what took place there!”
He looked a shade uncomfortable for a few moments and shifted in his seat a little.
“Well… this isn’t the worst afternoon I’ve had this week. You just seem to be… keen on having the chance to get it off your chest!”
His eyes unconsciously gazed down to her opened blouse and found the swelling curve of her breasts to be quite captivating in the most unusual manner. Even through his sunglasses she seemed to pick up his gaze.
“Hey, you… the rest of me is up here, the smart bit, the bit that works all the things from the neck down!”
He laughed despite feeling a little embarrassed because he never tended to look at her in the way he had so far today.
“Yeah, I know… but when it comes to the choice of staring at your ‘smart chip’ or the hot package it’s wrapped in… come on, it’s a no-brainer!” he laughed and saw her face smiling back at him.
“You’re really turned on by all this, aren’t you? I’ve never seen that in you before when it’s just been the two of us together… with women like Tina and Danielle or Julie, yes… but me? You are, aren’t you?”
“And you’re saying you’re not?”
She blushed quite significantly in response.
“… a bit.” she confessed.
“A bit… nice sense of understatement – when you went to the loo earlier you were walking with a wiggle that was like a bleeding pendulum… it reminded me I have to get my grandfather clock repaired! Oh, and pawing ‘the twins’ every thirty seconds isn’t making it any easier to concentrate on your face either, DeeDee!”
“Are you saying I’m flaunting myself at you?”
“No, I wasn’t… but now that you mention it… are you?”
Her mouth fell open and she looked at him, speechless for a good few moments before she heard someone say.
“…yes, a bit!”
He smiled widely as she flopped back in the chair and closed her eyes behind her blue tinted sunglasses.
“I think we should just stop right there as far as that conversation is going and… you can go back to horny, oiled up naked cutie world!” Jack said with a smile.
Her mouth went tight as she tried to suppress her embarrassed grin, but as she looked over to him she just felt as relaxed as he always made her feel when he gave her the soft, warm smile that he seemed to reserve only for her, right since they were youngsters.
“Okay… I can see what a hardship it is for you to have to listen to my tedious tale – so, thanks in advance for doing the free therapy session!”
“I didn’t say it would be free… get on with it!”
“Fine - I just hope when I tell you the rest it won’t completely change your opinion of me. Right, well… so where was I again? Oh yeah, I’m really aroused from watching all those debased images, newly awakened and restrained not to mention covered in oils… when the bondage woman walks in front of me - her hard body flexing with all this lithe muscle tone. I won't say how I reacted when she placed a gloved hand between my legs – suffice to say it was more than mildly unexpected… anyway, she switched, activated or pressed something on the object jammed up my rear. The noise was as loud as the intensity of the vibration and this thing seriously stimulated the whole of my… back passage - for want of a more polite, non-scatological term, as well as sending massive shock waves through the base of my vagina. I moaned quite openly and I saw her smile, just a little – as if it pleased her. The woman’s eyes and lips were visible through the slits in her mask and she, too, looked really pretty. I watched her lips move in a different time to hearing the words she was saying.”
“What did she say?” Jack asked the woman across form him.
“This... she spoke to me in a low, commanding, but warm voice and said that I was to be made aware of what would happen next and that if I was uncertain or had changed my mind that this was the time to say so - I could still back out up to a specific point later - but it might be more… problematic. She then asked if I wanted to leave and I told her ‘no’. Did I want to go ahead? - ‘Yes’. Was I enjoying this? – ‘Absolutely’."
“So, did you have any idea what was coming next?”
“Well, the night I went to La Place De La Concorde with Marla, she told me roughly what to expect – the protocols I would be expected to comply with… and she made clear that she and other members were not meant to reveal the inner workings of their ‘society’ but, because of you, she was prepared to give me a broad outline of what would happen before dawn. I didn’t mention it before but she made quite clear that ‘guest’ nominations like me were a rarity because it tended to be for the women of Sapho and their partners… I was one of the rare guests and it had to be under the guise of… hah… I was clearly supposed to be her new girlfriend!”
“Well, I suspected that was the only way in, but I don’t know a lot about their inner workings… although when I put it like that, it sounds a bit more gynaecological then I meant it to!”
Diane laughed, watching an older couple passing and taking a seat at the table just across from them. A little frown flashed across her face as she instantly became concerned that they would manage to overhear their ongoing conversation. She leaned forward and dropped her the volume of her voice a little bit.
“Did you have much trouble getting Marla to go along with this, Jack?”
“Eh, well… we’ve known each other for a few years and been useful to one another in work things… and she owed me a favour. Of course when she saw the picture of you in my study, it didn’t exactly put her off!”
“Why did you pick the Sapho Chateau as the venue for me?”
“Well… it isn’t because I had any suspicion about your sexuality – that you were a closet lesbian, if that’s what you mean. There were other places but, frankly, I felt it was the safest place for you to go into something like that… mainly because I assumed it would work for the reasons you’ve indicated this afternoon – opening your mind. The other places would have been male dominated or have male participants… and I know you wouldn’t be as relaxed if you were presented with the potential for being subject to some strange guy using you sexually. You’ve always been kind of choosy about who you will and won’t sleep with.”
Diane smiled and nodded.
“Thanks – I just wanted to make sure that was the reason… and, you’re right because I might not have been too relaxed at Sapho with all the women but I’d have been so uncomfortable if I was expected to let some man use me or do any of the things the women at Sapho did. I don’t mean that in a feminist kind of way, I just mean that being aroused without having to actively participate in some kind of sexual congress was the right thing for me.”
“Good… I know I’ve teased you about this a bit, but I think that it’s clearly been worthwhile if it’s changed your perspective… not necessarily by the experience itself but because of it. A lot of people go through their life without ever evaluating what they do or why they do it… you’ve been pretty courageous to look at more than the experience itself… especially if you’ve found that it’s been a catalyst to seek a greater sense of meaning from your life.”
Diane felt a broad smile go across her face before she nodded her thanks and privately felt a little twinge of pride at hearing him praise her rational and philosophical disposition in that way.
“So, how long did you and Marla… have a ‘thing’ together?” she asked quite unexpectedly and very pointedly.
Jack paused thoughtfully, hesitant to reply, rolling his head to the side.
“Did she say we had a ‘thing’ going?”
“No, but for a woman who’s into women… she spoke about you in a very… affectionate, respectful and… kind of tender manner. It led me to an assumption – that’s all. Am I being too nosy?”
“No, eh, I’ve never hidden things from you, have I?”
“I know… but, I just thought that you might feel it was none of my business.”
“Because I paused like that? No, I didn’t mean to imply that you’d crossed a line or anything… I just didn’t expect to be asked the question. I’d have been surprised if she said we’d had a thing because, apart from me and another fling some years back… Marla’s been pretty happy in the company of women. But… we did have a brief… liaison – couldn’t really call it a romance, more about a shared interest in specific aspects of sexuality that we both have in common. I kind of like her – aside from the fact that she’s definitely not hard to look at… she’s bright and assertive… fun to hang out with. Did she ask you out?”
“Nice dodge… okay, I get the picture. Did she ask me out? I think you mean did Marla want to sleep with me?”
“Well, that’s not my business with respect to either of you… is it?”
“But if I told you that we… well, that we did spend the night together… what would you say?”
“Eh, I’d be surprised… but if you were going to pick another woman to have a fling with then she’s certainly the one I’d have picked for you… but I don’t think it happened.”
“I have no secrets with you, do I? I’m like an open book!”
Jack began laughing and then looked down in an embarrassed way, making her quite curious.
“What’s so funny, Jack?”
“The ‘open book’ thing… I just mentally saw you in the chair, all oiled up and… well, with your legs… kind of opened like a book. Sorry, it flashed into my head and you did ask!”
She smiled back quite warmly and looked at him in silence, finished her drink and looked back at him in a manner he wasn’t used to seeing.
“What?” he asked bluntly.
“It’s… nothing, really. Well… it is, but it’s kind of awkward to ask you, to be honest!”
“Ask!”
The woman clearly looked uncomfortable all of a sudden and gazed away from him and once again noticed the couple near them. She leaned over the table and spoke quietly, if hesitantly.
“When you thought of me… like a book… was it an attractive image?”
This time he was the one who suddenly looked awkward and he mutely raised his eyebrows, ran a hand through his hair and let out an embarrassed gasped laugh.
“Actually… eh, well… it was a silly, throwaway line really, but… fine, yeah! It was not an unpleasant mental picture. Look… I’m sorry if that’s offensive but you asked and I’ve always been pretty straight with you. I mean would you prefer me to think of you as unattractive – physically, because we’re not talking about anything else here, are we?”
She smiled rather enigmatically and, quite uncharacteristically, stuck a hand into the air as the young waiter passed, inadvertently stretching the opened blouse into a wide vista that demonstrated her bra’s perfectly formed contents.
“Hi, could we get some more drinks, please? A large white wine, a double vodka and blackcurrant, a sweet Martini and lemonade, eh, and a double Cointreau and lime as well – thank you! Sorry, that should be… obrigada?”
The waiter’s eyebrows raised a little at the order as he heard it but his eyes remained on her flesh as she spoke, watching the effect of her breathing and speech on the tightly packaged bra’s passengers.
“Yes, Madame, obrigado!” he replied with a pleasant smile before moving off.
Jack rested his elbows on the table and placed his chin on his right palm as he looked over to her.
“Was any of that for me?” he asked with a sarcastic tone.
“Very funny – but if I’m going to tell you any more of this epic then I’ll need some serious fortification because… well, I will, and I don’t want any more interruptions once I start. Shall we move tables… I really couldn’t let anyone hear this stuff… or… would you like to come and sit beside me?” she asked with a hesitant tone he very rarely heard from her.
“I’ll… sit beside you… that way it won’t disrupt the ongoing tanning effect on your chest!” he replied with a little laugh.
Diane looked down, bit her lip as she saw how much flesh was now showing and locked the lowest button as he got up to move over, pulling his chair behind him. Jack placed himself between Diane and the middle aged couple diagonally across from them and watched her bend to the other side and rummage through her bag in a clandestine manner before just grabbing it and getting up from her chair, demonstrating a surprised look.
“Excuse me for a moment… loo time again. Does this place have a shop or anything?” she asked with some urgency.
“Yeah – if you need a new bikini immediately! Aside from that, no!”
“Oh… right, that might do. See you in a few minutes!”
With that she walked quickly back inside the ornate structure with a thigh clenching walk that was more fitting to the Catwalk than the Plaza of an open air bar. His eyes watched her go and he felt much less uncomfortable about following her beautiful body this time. Taking a brief glance round him, Jack wriggled on his seat a little as he adjusted himself within the tight jeans, embarrassed that he found the damp evidence of how much her narrative had aroused him – it made him smile with a nostalgic amusement as he remembered his teenage years when he was courting some girl for hours at a time and inevitably generated the same kind of lubricating tribute. The fact it was Diane made him feel a little awkward as much as it made him reassess how he saw her. There was clearly some kind of perceptive metamorphosis taking place and it generated the tiniest sense of guilt within him – she was more than a casual friend, they were as tight as friends could be… closer than a lot of couples he knew. That analysis itself suddenly made him wonder if… it was too silly to even think. He lit another cigarette and placed one on the table for her.
The waited had delivered the new order of drinks and Jack spent his time scanning the other patrons, particularly noticing the American Blonde and a figure in a chic red dress and dark, wide brimmed hat over in the far corner of the elegant Plaza, just by the last table close to the iron fence – they were the only other figures who managed to capture his attention while he waited for the woman to come back. He was on his second cigarette since she had left by the time Diane returned, padding up behind him and standing silently. He turned swiftly, detecting the distinctive Jean Paul Gaultier scent she had adopted during her time in Paris.
“So – what do you think?” she asked walking round to the side of him.
His eyes flickered up and down over her in surprise. Diane’s hair was all tied up and hung down in a pony tail from the top of her head showing off the chiselled features of her face which secured so much cosmetics and advertising work, but it was her clothing which surprised him. She had dumped her stylish fashionable look for a more relaxed style more suited to the ongoing heat.
Still in the high heels she now had bare legs that looked as if they went on forever, a very short, flimsy white beach skirt and her silk shirt tied to below her rib cage and unbuttoned to reveal a long ‘V’ of open, tanned skin.
“Wow! You look… fabulous!” he replied with awed sincerity, making her giggle and sit down beside him, pushing her glasses onto her forehead with one hand and clutching her Martini with the other.
He watched her take a gentle sip at first and then drain over have the glass in a swift manoeuvre that surprised him.
“Hot!” she explained, noticing his inquisitive look.
“Yes… yes, you are!” he replied with a terse smile.
Again she began giggling and watched his eyes as he found himself unable to stop looking at her.
“Thank you… so… you like?”
“Oh, yeah!”
“Good, I was baking in all that black, my skirt and stockings were boiling me – that’s what happens when you dress for someone rather than the demands of the environment!” she said before taking another swift swallow.
“Were you meeting someone later?” he asked.
“No… I got dressed up for you… the skirt went with the stockings… I know how much you like girls who wear Aristoc 10 denier! But I was boiling and needed to ‘clean up’ and get something that was a little cooler. Do you prefer the other look?”
He gave her a little head tilt and nodded back to the heads at the tables around them as he watched her drain the Martini.
“Universal opinion is… this is a much hotter look despite letting you stay cooler!” he said with a smile and tried not to look at her gorgeous breasts which moved freely now they were unencumbered by the sexy little bra she had been wearing.
“I was only looking for your opinion.”
“Oh, I’m with them… very much… you look even more gorgeous than usual and I think the JPG scent really works for you!”
“A gift… from Marla – she said it was the type of thing that you like to smell on your women!”
“My women?” he asked with furrowed brows, “Never really thought of you as one of ‘my women’, Diane – in fact I don’t even think of my women as ‘my women’!”
“Oh!” she said with a little disappointment in her voice, “I think she probably meant that you like the women around you to look, behave, dress and smell a certain way.” she replied, taking the cigarette he had left and lighting it up.
“Marla said something like that about me?”
Diane’s shoulders dropped and she shook her head.
“No – she said it was a scent you liked when she wore it… she… oh, it doesn’t matter.”
“What? What’s the matter?”
She looked round to him with a very earnest look.
“Well, I… just felt like doing something you might like… when we go places I usually dress in a nice, chic, fashionable way and unless we’re going to one of the very rare scenarios, like a formal do or a party together, I always look casual and anonymous – I liked telling you about all that today… it was… actually, it was very exciting for me and… I wanted to look more sort of ‘Beach Glam’ to look the part of the woman I’m describing instead of your ‘little sister’ that you like hanging out with in jeans, T-shirt and leather jacket. Stupid idea, wasn’t it?”
He leaned forward and gave her a swift, gentle kiss on the cheek.
“It was a lovely thought and it’s fantastic to see you look so beautifully made up and red-hot sexy!”
Diane beamed back a wide smile that made her cute dimples appear once more.
“Really?”
“Well, I don’t think I’d be too cool with staring at my ‘little sister’ the way I did when you sat down. It’s a great look and it’s really distracting… if I didn’t know you, I’d be rushing over here and asking for your hand in marriage!”
“Stop taking the piss!” she giggled, sipping at her wine.
“I do not tell a lie, DeeDee – you looked beautiful earlier and now you look super-sexy gorgeous. No wonder the Giant at Sapho was drooling.”
“So… it was worth the wait then? You didn’t lose interest in finding out about the rest of what happened at Marla’s ‘gang-hut’?”
“No.. definitely not… and, by the way, it was well worth the wait – but I got the impression that whatever happened after all that was… kind of disturbing or too revealing - like the films you didn’t want to describe.”
She nodded and exhaled.
“This is so bad… all the way over here on the plane, I was thinking about telling you all this stuff… and, honestly, apart from how exciting it was to sit on the plane and wonder what the other passengers would think if they knew what ‘Conventional Katie’ here had been doing… well, I was desperate to tell you all about it… I mean, really desperate! I dropped a gig in Milan to make sure I could catch up with you.”
“You’re kidding… you can catch up with me any time… or I could have went down there!”
“I wanted to see you, find out what you thought about the stuff I was too shy to talk about until I hammered all this booze this afternoon – you know about all this kind of thing and the way people react to it and why… even back in school they used to call you ‘Psychic Jack’ because you were so tuned into all the psychology stuff and the rationalisation behind why people do what they do and behave the way they do… it’s why your books are so popular with the market you work in – they really hit the mark!”
“You’ve read my stuff?” he said with genuine surprise, “I thought they were too ‘far-out’ for you?”
“Well, to be honest a lot of it was… I bought every one but… sorry, I only read two of them. ‘The Haunting’ was really, really hot! But I remember that you told me that it was your idea of mainstream work… and for me it was, like, totally wild and outrageous and… fabulously sexy. I loved that book but just couldn’t tell you I’d read it for some reason… I don’t know why, really – maybe because I was embarrassed that I found it such a… well, shit… it was really erotic and a total turn on… that’s why! I didn’t really know how to tell you that.”
“Well, you managed it now! …and thank you, that’s a lovely thing to hear coming from you – I don’t usually care what people think about it, but… that’s a much more flattering compliment than any award!”
“Not flattery – just the truth. The others were too wild for me… like I said, I’m a lot more conventional than I look – I read about three chapters of ‘The Six Days Of Elle’ and just couldn’t go on… it was just way beyond my own limits. So, bearing that in mind, after going to Sapho… Marla and I got lunch the next day and she took me past ‘Scarab D’or’ because I asked her where I could find this book of John Willie Photographs for you and she said that they had managed to get a couple of second hand copies for one of their clients and although they were really pricey she could get them to part with one of them… which I brought for you! Shit, I meant to tell you that earlier…”
“You’re kidding… is it the Metropolis Print of his photographs?” he asked anxiously.
“Yeah – you haven’t got a copy have you? Did I get a doubler?”
“Shit, no… I’ve chased that thing for years – it’s one of the last bits I haven’t been able to get hold of… all the others are made from printed photographs – that one was manufactured from the original negatives. Jesus! Really?”
She nodded with a triumphant smile and didn’t expect the little kiss he gave her in thanks.
“If I’d known you were going to react that way, I’d have bought them both!” she giggled, “Anyway… I bought a copy of ‘Bizarre Tales’ to read on the plane – it was the book Marla raved about… she loved that and ‘The Gift’ – said it reminded her of the Sapho girls. God, that drink is just hitting me… anyway, after being to Chateau Sapho and having my head opened a bit, I wanted to try reading your book and see if it made any difference, bearing in mind the experience.”
“And?”
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I have to… I gushed! Literally gushed, I had to go to the toilet. It was so, so hot and I was riveted… it was like it had been in another language before and now I knew the language. I was really turned on by it… I mean, really turned on! God, I could never have said that if I hadn’t drank so much.”
“Well, aside from how… nice it is to hear your reaction – I don’t want you saying things you might prefer not to have admitted when tomorrow comes around. You don’t owe me any explanations and you don’t have to say any more about what happened.”
“No!” she said shaking her head, “You don’t get it – these aren’t things that I don’t want to say or will feel embarrassed about tomorrow… I’ve been dying to tell you about this, but it’s just really, really hard for me to discuss stuff like all this when we’ve never had this subject matter… such intense and unusual subject matter for me, to talk about. It’s not like saying… why did she do such a horrible thing or why is this particular guy such an arse or… whatever I usually moan about in my personal life… it’s more intimate than even the stuff we talked about when I didn’t know why I was feeling the way I did about some of the stuff that happened when I was fifteen or sixteen… I had the vocabulary and linguistic comprehension to discuss and understand it on a psychological level – but this is like a new language for me and I’m still not sure what was happening and why... but you do, you get the psychology of all this, whereas to me… it’s exciting and thrilling, but there are things which happened that… well, I really enjoyed – enjoyed in a way that I have never enjoyed in anything else that I’ve experienced to date… and that kind of frightens and worries me because I cannot stop thinking about all this. Does this make sense or am I just some boring little ‘normal’ who briefly got to visit some galaxy far, far away?”
Jack laughed at her Star Wars analogy.
“No, I get exactly what you mean… whatever happened clearly tapped into something kind of ‘fundamental’ in your psychological make-up. Just take some time, ask what and why you enjoyed …and you’ll probably find it becomes less intimidating and more understandable bit by bit. The more you examine it and accept whatever you did – the less of a taboo it becomes. Look, I normally wouldn’t ask you something like this, but… was it… you didn’t deliberately harm or damage someone against their will, did you?”
Diane sighed and shook her head.
“No, it’s not that… well, not in that way… there were things that I did and enjoyed that I felt ashamed about as they happened and afterwards, but they were so gratifying and pleasing at the time that I had no ability to stop and say ‘no’ – I just could not do it. I don’t know how to explain it easily and I still feel really bad about some of this because it wasn’t actually just what it did and the effect it had on me, but… there was another thing that happened and, kind of like the ‘looking for meaning’ thing… I didn’t expect to start thinking about this aspect as a consequence of what I experienced at Chateau Sapho.”
“Eh… I’m not sure what you mean by that… all that happened made you think about something else that didn’t have anything to do with what happened?”
“Yeah and it’s something that I’m very uncomfortable about here and now as we sit on this Plaza… and I can say the stuff about what happened in there a lot easier than I can talk about this particular thing.” she said earnestly with a look of disturbance clearly on her face.
“What… just tell me – I won’t think any the less of you, Diane… if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“That’s part of it… but I can’t get to that without telling you the rest… the stuff that came after I was asked if I wanted to leave.” she replied dropping her voice down to a whisper.
“Well…?”
“You won’t be disgusted or see me differently if I tell you all this, will you?” she asked with an intense level of concern.
He reached out and took her hand, shaking his head.
“No way… I like you and nothing you could say would change that or how I feel about you and the way you live your life – I know you’re a first class lady who never treads on anyone that hasn’t treaded on you first. I can’t even think of any criticisms about you that I haven’t said to your face at the time… there aren’t many people I can say that about.”
She gripped his hand and gave a very slow, gentle nod.
“Thanks, Jack… I kind of needed to hear you say that. And… you won’t be appalled if I’m kind of… graphic, specific about… this stuff – some of it’s really heavy duty to me!”
“You say what you want and how you want – whatever you want to keep private is your right… I won’t try and coax anything you don’t want to say out of you… okay?”
“Yeah, great… thanks… This is so weird because although I’m confused about a lot of this… I’m also really turned on as well… is that bad or what? I think I’m turning into some kind of kinky thrill junkie!”
He laughed aloud.
“Not something I ever imagined about you, but… I’ll bet you’d be a super-hot kinky thrill junkie!”
She smiled with a relaxed grin and stubbed the cigarette out.
“Right – here goes… and just to prove to myself that I’m going to be able to say this without total embarrassment – the reason I went to the to loo the first time was that I was gushing… like I was on the plane over and had to clean myself up, wash my underwear and dump it in my handbag… and was thinking about you all the time I was in there and wondering if I was turning you on as much as it had done to me - because it made me so wet… pheeew, and I had to go and get changed just there because I was still flooding out and needed to get some little bikini bottoms with the plastic stuff to protect you because telling you all the stuff before I went out and watching you made me gush like a waterfall - and I had got dressed up so you’d have something nice to look at and distract you in case what I still had to tell you… in case it, sort of… made you - kind of… dislike me or something, even though I know you’re my best friend and it’ll all seem dead simple and… and a nothing to you probably, but for me - it’s pretty world shattering. Shit… that was the hardest thing I’ve had to do since my very first catwalk run. You haven’t left? You aren’t appalled or disgusted?”
Jack leaned over to her ear, breathing in her scent and trying hard not to look down the front of her tied shirt where her fabulously shaped breasts were rising and falling in rapid succession as she breathed nervously.
“That was sooo cool! I know it must have been… really hard to say, and,,, just so you know, DeeDee, apart from being a lovely compliment… it’s a total, complete and utter turn on!”
“God, really?” she asked, pulling back from him with wide, shocked eyes.
“Look, Diane – I didn’t mean to be offensive… sorry if what I said was…”
She reached over and stroked his face gently and smiling.
“No… I didn’t mean to react like that… it wasn’t meant to look like I was disgusted because it just made me feel about a hundred times better and a thousand times more relaxed about all this – thanks… thanks so much! As weird as this will sound… I’m really glad you’re turned on by it… really glad, Jack!”
“Christ, I thought I’d stabbed you in the eye, the way you looked at me there.”
She giggled.
“No… I’ve just never thought that someone like me… well, me actually, could ever turn you on… get you excited – that was why I kept asking about it earlier.”
Diane paused and he stopped sipping his drink for a moment, looking at her with curiosity.
“What’s up?” he asked her.
“Like… a lot? Were you – sort of… really turned on, in that…”
“Shut – up! Get on with the story… before my blood circulation goes back to normal!” he said with a tight grin and a lingering glance over her fantastic figure.
She laughed in response and noticed the intrusive, middle aged couple finally moving away, making her relax even more. Jack smiled and went to move back round the tale but she grabbed his hand and held it, shaking her head with a demure tilt of her head that made him sit back down. She didn't let go of his hand and he made no objection to it, clasping her fingers in his own and watching her sit back in the chair with a much more relaxed disposition again.
“Right… so - the hot bondage type of woman offered to let me leave but I definitely didn’t want to. I’m lying there as if I’m basking at the beach except I’m tied down, naked and with things clamped to my nipples and… and clitoris as well as having something that feels like it’s the size of a decent sized fridge jammed up my… bottom while this woman in leather and steel just stands looking at me with her arms folded. It took me a few moments to realise that she was ‘checking me out’, since there was nothing hidden from view. Her eyes smiled and her lips looked pleased or amused as she crouched down between my thighs and I heard her adjusting something before I felt her gloved hands touching the stuff all over my labia right before the seat I’m locked down on swings me to an upright sitting position. Then I notice that she’s looking down as my ‘bits’ with an intent fascination as if… well, I didn’t know what - but she kept alternating between looking down and back up to my face. Bit by bit I realise that I can feel something running out of me – but knew that was impossible because they had pretty much sealed my vagina shut before exposing me to the extreme sexual images and sent shock waves through me… leaving me ravenously horny and unfulfilled as well – clearly that was deliberate because it had left me desperate to experience, see, feel… much more of their secret organisation. After a couple of minutes I can feel this movement within me subsiding and she reaches forward, unclips something and holds this thick sort of test-tube before my face and waits. Well, I’m sitting there thinking ‘what’s this about… an oily, greasy mass with heavily opaque bits floating and dropping through the other clear bit,’ when it finally clicks – it’s me, she’s holding up all the… the lubrication that had been gushing around, flooding my insides while all this wild stuff had been going on. My God, I turned bright red – there was enough to put out a forest fire in that test-tube… I couldn’t look her in the eye, but she just gave a little laugh and stared at me like… like men sometimes look at me!”
Jack smiled as she gripped his hand tightly.
“So – not impressed with your liquid abilities, then – or was it another woman staring into your intimate parts with red-hot desire that freaked you?” he asked with a gentle smile, watching her take a few sips of her wine.
“Eh, well… despite the embarrassment I was a bit impressed with how wet the whole thing had made me… I certainly couldn’t pretend that the whole thing was doing nothing or leaving me cold – not in the face of the evidence, anyway. And… to be honest, there was a part of me that found it all quite thrilling and flattering as I saw the look in her eyes – I mean, I didn’t want to bed her or anything, but… I think I kind of enjoyed being looked as with such desire and glee. Well, she waited until I finally looked at her again before she unclipped me and… God, the sudden relief as my lips were freed and blood gushed back in – bizarre! I was quite aware that her hand was still down there and could not believe what she did to me. She stared into my eyes and, without any warning or anything… I didn’t suspect a thing – she just rams two of her fingers right into me and I let out a pathetic little squeal as she runs them round my insides, which were tingling like an inferno, I might add, and then the bondage girl drags them out and holds them up… hanging with my thick, clinging, slithering lubrications – letting a stream drop onto my belly before she sticks them in her mouth and swallows them as if it was ‘Ambrosia’! I was staring open mouthed and she just flickered her eyelashes at me and unclipped the clitoral clamp which seemed to have made my little bud a much more bloated affair than normal – even now the thing is… well, that’s probably too much information, isn’t it? I can’t imagine that you care how big my… ohhh, I’ll just shut up for a moment!”
He paused in mid swallow and twisted his head to look at her, noticing that despite the very pleasant heat around them… her nipples were hard and clearly jutting out very noticeably from her silk blouse. Jack smiled and resisted admitting that he was finding himself a lot more interested in the physical aspects of his ‘little sister’ than he wanted to admit or even acknowledge to himself. This whole scenario was reminding him of the women he tended to seek out and enjoy a ritualistic pre-empting of two way psychological stimulation before they did or did not move onto a deeper level of ‘intimacy’. He noticed she was watching him intently and he made an expression that made her doubt exactly how uninterested he was in her modified physiognomy. It made her give a little smile and continue, making a tiny flick of her eyebrows in amused triumph.
“Okay – maybe you’re a little more interested in my ‘hot’ bits than I assumed – I’ll send you a before and after photo sometime!” Diane said with a laugh but watched his reaction out of the corner of her eye before she continued. “Well, apart from the little nipple clamps and the thing in my bottom, by body was devoid of anything almost and with my legs spread like… a book – I was feeling physically vulnerable to whatever anyone wanted to do or look at… bearing in mind that I wasn’t sure what would be coming next. But, the bondage girl just bent over me and unclipped the nipple clamps… God, that hurt so much as the blood rushed back in and she must have seen it on my face because she started to gently massage them with her gloved hands, stroking my skin and dragging the oil onto them – ever so gently until I made this long, moaning sound that I didn’t believe had come from me… but it had! She steps over me and sits on my knees and begins to rub my breasts so softly, gently kneading them and, bit by bit, my agonised nipples started to feel... well, good is something of an understatement. And all the while, I'm thinking that this woman could do what she wanted and there was nothing I could do to stop her but she just rubbed until I must have looked pretty happy… she got off, looked down at my genital waterfall, and began to rub that exactly the same way – that made me really tense… I’m bad enough with letting guys play with me until I get to know them kind of well, but – it was, embarrassment time again… really nice. She seemed to know what to touch to make it feel good without adding to the discomfort. By the time she started to rub my… well, when she started to rub my clit, I was hornier than embarrassed and swallowed hard, trying not to look into her eyes but just couldn’t help it – I didn’t want to close them because then it looked as if I was enjoying it the way I actually was… but at the same time I didn’t really want another woman… you know, bringing me off! That was the theory anyway, my eyes started to flicker down and she began rubbing in a weirdly sensual manner that made this terribly passionate moan ooze out of me and my limbs started to tighten up… Jesus, call me sssslut… I felt my hips pushing up to press into her fingers like some little horny bitch and the moan was now totally carnal. The bondage girl had wound me up far enough that I was past caring about what or who was touching me – I just wanted to be touched and… this isn’t too easy to say, Jack, but… I desperately wanted her to make me cum! She wouldn’t change the pace or the way she stroked me, just keeping at it for what must have been a couple of minutes until I felt myself panting and moaning like some bad Porn actress… she must have known the effect and where I was in relation to my orgasm - when I knew another few touches would give me what I wanted. Then she stopped dead and my eyes popped open as I felt this massive sexual hunger being unfulfilled yet again – she just looked down and shrugged, she actually shrugged at me! Next thing I know, she’s plugging something into the mammoth fitting jammed up my rear and I can feel this powerful rush of fluid pummelling into me and filling me up again but before I could say or do anything… the earthquake type of shock waves start to blast right through me and send these incredible sensations that the liquid amplified. The woman just stood with her arms folded and watched me turn into a squirming, wriggling, moaning mass of uncontrolled flesh that couldn’t get away from these heavenly feelings that were spreading right through my body, much more intensely than her clitoral stimulation. I dread to think of the amount of noise I was making... and that’s so not like me, to make such an enthusiastic noise, I mean, rather than how embarrassing it was to worry about it. All the while, she’s now crouched down between my parted knees and looking right into me, but it could have been on the video screen at a Cup Final Match for all I cared, because I was… gone, totally gone on the amazing feeling inside me. You can guess what happened next – click, off – end of pleasure and just a bloated feeling that was doing nothing to diminish my totally unfulfilled hunger to break the sexual tension between my thighs. She looks up at me as she starts to pull on this massive thing up my bottom and makes a little downward flick of her hand, signal to me – now, I have no idea what it means but she does it again as she tugs on this thing sticking out my rear and I finally get it. So – I push down and try to… this sounds so icky that I don’t want to say it… well, I pushed the way you would ‘on the loo’, if you know what I mean and then I feel the big rounded bit starting to move down and it makes me give up this massive grunting, moaning sigh as I feel what I think is something the size of a bowling ball trying to be evacuated out my bottom. It just makes her smile and gently tug the thing down a bit more – Christ knows what my face looked like… halfway between mammoth pleasure and discomfort. I suppose… but she just smiles with her eyes and gently twists it about in my rear until I can feel it locked right in the anal passage and I shout out this demented grunt as she stops it blasting out of me – deliberately making me wriggle and try to force it away until I look into her eyes and see her lean forward to kiss me, nothing more, just kiss my vagina with this fabulously soft set of lips that make me stop squirming and moaning the way I was. I really had to worry about my sense of what is and isn’t defined by what I think of as sexual definition because… it was… well, it was really nice, not so much sexual but it felt really nice. That seemed to be enough for her and she pulled back from me and let go of the thing – wham… it shoots out of me like a bullet and I’m left feeling like a squeezed, drained empty sponge for a moment or two before this torrent of liquid gushes out of me and I cannot, just cannot get my little arse muscles to tighten up and hold it back. I was utterly mortified and had to look away from her while she watched it all blast out of me like a firehose. Maybe it was that which made me stop being so hideously self conscious because it was a pretty fantastic feeling, getting all that out and being unable to stop it no matter how hard I tried. By the time the main deluge had stopped and my muscles had made an attempt to close, I saw her watching and nodding… so I pressed down and blasted as much out of me as I could and this time I didn’t look away and watched her eyes smiling as they flickered from down there to up here. Minutes later, I felt empty – in every sense of the word… just a naked girl, strapped onto a chair in the middle of some crazy lesbian fetish palace… ever so normal and pedestrian. But mostly… I just felt utterly thrilled, excited and so… well, you can imagine. She unlocked me and took my hand to help me up, led me to a little cubicle off to the side and took me into this really dim, redlight shower room where I was about to start cleaning myself up when I felt someone else’s hands washing me, rubbing the oil off me, and just start to clean every single bit of me from behind. I could feel the softness of another woman’s breasts against my back, but by now I stopped caring about my sexual definition lines and let her do what she wanted. When she turned me round there was this woman with no hair anywhere on her – none! She looked superhot… why these women aren’t supermodels beats me… she smiled and started to wash my front and clean my sodden vaginal area with tender little flits of her hand, then my thighs and legs… the last thing she did was wash my hair, smile, rinse me off and stroked my breasts as if appraising them.. like she was checking whether they were real or not. Well, it was all nice to say the least and she led me out another door and I was in a tiny room where the bald hottie dried me off, even though she was dripping wet still, wrapped a towel round my head and held this black, gown thing up for me to slip into. Right, at this point, I have no idea what’s coming or what to do but there are other towels beside her and I pick one up, pretty hesitantly but I do it anyway, then start… I started drying her and she giggles, looking round the room for a moment before she lifts her arms up and lets me dry her off, breathing in a sexy little pant as I rub her down. This woman was slimmer than me and her waist was almost non existent but she had these really huge, unbelievable breasts that were, like, the most toned things that I had ever seen outside of ‘Silicon City’! …I tried not to stare as I dried her off but I couldn’t help it, they were the most amazing things I’ve seen on any woman. Oooh, that sounds bad, doesn’t it… but worse, it’s true… and the biggest, thickest nipples I’d ever seen… very gorgeous. I knelt down and dried her bottom, thighs, legs and finally looked in at her… bits! This will be nothing to you, probably, but I gasped aloud – she had her clitoris pierced with this substantial ring – I don’t mean the clitoral hood thing that all the little sheep have done and pretend it’s really wild – this was right through her clitoris… which was about the size on my nipple! Amazing – just totally amazing… what was worse was that I wanted to touch it and was dying to know what it must have felt like being cut right through her clitoris – bearing in mind the number of nerve endings in it. I was blown away and she must have seen me staring at her crotch with a wide open mouth like some kind of ‘redneck’ Hick. Next thing, she looks round again and crouches down in front of me, knees in opposite direction and her insides gaping out at me… then she takes my hands and gently runs my finger against it without looking as if it made any difference, but I saw her nostrils flare open as she let me touch this incredible piercing… smiling as I leaned forward like a bloody tourist at the zoo. It got harder and bigger as I touched it and gently lifted the ring – that made her gasp and her mouth opened while I stroked the clitoral flesh between my fingers as if I was hypnotised… I have never touched any woman’s genitals before, ever - but I was like a rabbit in the headlights in front of this… I hardly even noticed that she had no inner labia lips – none! Totally weird! I must have been.. pleasing her, it wasn’t my intent… honestly – but she began making deep breathing noises and gasping a little before she stretched her arm out and fell to her knees to lean forward before she tried to… well, she tried to… kiss me!”
Jack leaned in, squeezing Diane’s hand.
“I thought you were going to say she tried to put her arm inside you from the look on your face!”
“No… the thought of kissing another woman in passion, sexually, romantically is just totally ‘yeuch’ to me. So, I pulled back like a frightened schoolgirl and she just shrugged, gave a tiny smile and stood up, helping me up afterward and leading me over to the big door – not the one we came through. Then she pauses and goes over to the table and lifts this strange gold ring – tiny but thick and with a little red gem on the circumference, looks up and around again before she pushes me back against the wall, tugs my gown open, puts her hand between my legs… my damp legs I am so ashamed to admit… turned on by the sight of another woman’s genitals but too repelled to kiss her… makes no sense does it? Anyway, I hear this click and she just grabs my clitoral hood with her other hand, tugs it up and back, puts this ring down and makes this really swift movement that I suddenly feel burning me with a really short, sharp pain that makes me shout out as she just holds me in her grip and another click later she just steps away and smiles at me… nodding down. I look between my legs and see this ring cut through my clitoral hood from the top of the apex and pulling the protective flesh away from my clitoris, which is still twice as big as I’ve ever seen it before. My mouth was open as if I was catching flies because she’s pierced me and locked this thick ring in so tightly that my clit is open and exposed all the time!”
He leaned over, putting the glass down in shocked surprise.
“You’re now pierced?”
“Yeah… I should have let you do it to me years ago when we were back in school… because I always wanted to let you… did you know that?”
He shook his head in response and in disbelief as well.
“You wanted me to pierce you because I did my bits?”
“Maybe because of that, but… I kind of wanted to have something different from everyone else and all the things you talked about doing, and that other girls came back and said about your piercings, made me want it… just to be different – you told me that was the wrong reason and I abandoned it, but never forgot that urge when I was about fifteen to seventeen. So – the mega-babe pierced me in the blink of an eye!”
“Do you like it?”
Diane blushed and turned away for a moment before she looked back and nodded with a look of felicity on her face that he hadn’t seen too many times before,
“Mmmm… it’s very effective – on a bike, on the plane, sitting down, in tight jeans… sitting beside you… all very – thrilling!”
He looked impressed and smiled as he took out another two cigarettes, lit one for her and then himself – it made her smile.
“Dark Victory?” she asked with a giggle.
“So many old films we’ve watched and you can still remember the important bits… you’re some girl!”
“Well, the bald hottie obviously thought so! You know, part of me wondered if you’d… well, if you would ask me to, like, show you it?” Diane said with a blush as she immediately turned away and swallowed another hefty belt of her wine as he drained the Cointreau and started to play with the glass of vodka and blackcurrant.
“Why, are you desperate to show it off or have you just turned into an elegant ‘flasher’?”
“No!” she said with a flushed face, “No, but… I don’t know – it just crossed my mind on the plane… and as soon as I saw it!”
“While you were there – with all that happening… you were thinking about me and my reaction to it?” he asked with obvious surprise.
“The whole place made me think of you… as weird as that might sound. It was the reason I didn’t rip the damn thing out… apart from the fact it just felt really good and has made me totally aware of my sexuality every second since it’s been there!”
“Well…” he said with a wry smile, “that’s something I never expected to hear coming from your lips!”
“Do you think I’m that dull and… uninteresting?” she asked with some hurt quite apparent in her tone.
“No, of course not, Diane! I just mean that I don’t get the impression… well, I didn’t think that you would be keen on me hanging out with you and spending my time leering at you every time you undressed or flopped about on my floor with your togs in disarray. I certainly never imagine you looking at me in any way except as…”
“,,,friends?” she said with a disappointed tone.
“Don’t say it like that, DeeDee – you make me think I’ve been turning my nose up at you instead of trying to… well, not look at you the way most of your boyfriends do!"
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Okay, you asked me… most of the guys you’ve been with, apart from Tony and Gerry, have been the kind of people I can tolerate because they’re with you – aside from that, I wouldn’t give them a nod in the Sahara. All they see is what you look like and you never struck me as being that superficial… if it was mind-blowing sex - then it makes sense, but if you were looking for any kind of relationship with those people then you're clueless as to what they were looking for in you. It oozed out of them, they wanted you on your back or with your pretty little ankles behind your ears… they didn’t give a rat’s arse about what you like and think about or how funny you are or… anything like that. Tony and Gerry cared about what you thought, they certainly liked how you look, but they bothered about the things you liked and seemed, to me anyway, to take an interest in what went on between your ears as much as between your thighs. I don’t even like the idea of being relegated to that league, if that’s what you were getting at, Diane!”
She looked at him with a flash of irritation and then turned away, lost in thought, releasing his hand for the first time since she had come back to sit beside him. Jack gave a sigh and dragged on his cigarette again – in silence.
“Well, that isn’t how I want you to look at me… obviously! You’re the only guy I spend time with that doesn’t… flirt and want me to look sexy and appear like I do in the magazines. Sometimes it makes me feel really unattractive!”
“That’s ridiculous – why would my opinion matter about something like that… which you’re wrong about, I might add – but why would whether I think you’re a sex-bomb or not matter? You’re not trying to date me or seduce me into your clutches… so why would it matter and why would you be so way off beam about what I do think as well?”
She shrugged and looked down at her cigarette, suddenly looking like the young girl he knew all those years ago.
“Because your opinion matters to me and… you tell me how pretty I am… beautiful, according to you - but I’ve never seen that in your eyes. I know it’s really stupid because I’m so lucky to have people chase me or find me really pleasing to the eye… but you’re bang on the money about the men I’ve been with – they all look for what they can get and never learn anything about me… whereas you know all about me, more than anyone, bar none… and you never look at me as if I… well, even the women at Sapho looked at me in a way that I’d love to see in your eyes just once! Sorry, that’s so unfair of me, but… I’ve thought this for years and since I’m telling you the most intimate things about me – well, there seems little harm in sharing this uncomfortable fact with you!”
Jack sighed and slipped back in his seat, sipping his drink silently.
“Diane, do you really think I don’t find you stunningly beautiful… or is it just the fact that you want me to be like everyone else around you?”
The woman stroked her chest with the condensation saturated fingers quite unconsciously as she replied.
“To be honest, I’m not sure right now… the only two things I have thought about from the moment I went to Chateau Sapho have been the experience’s effects and… you!”
He watched her look into his eyes all too briefly and turn away shyly.
“Look, if you want to bed me then just say so or offer to buy me like a dockside prossie… I probably won’t fight too hard, but I can tell you this – I hate being used like a sex object and then thrown away like a soiled tissue… but then, that’s typical of beautiful women when they get around me!” he said with a little laughter in his voice.
She rolled her eyes and finally laughed too.
“You’re right, what was I thinking about? You are such a slut, Jack! I’m just glad you’re the way you are… sorry for being stupid about this – my head has been all over the place since that night at the Chateau.”
He smiled and flicked her nose with his finger making her jump back with an artificially annoyed look on her face.
“So, just to wind the topic up, then… you’re selfishly not going to drop them and give me a quick flash of your ‘goodies’ with the bald mega-babe’s power ring then? That’s a ‘no’?”
“You should have asked after I came back from the loo the first time, Darling – I could have tugged my skirt up and there was nothing to hide… now, I’m safely covered in very thick, tight BK bottoms. Bad timing, Jack!”
“Damn… which is what the bikini bottoms are working as, I assume?”
“Yes – it’s the floodgate price I have to pay for telling you the only really good sex story I’ve ever experienced. Clearly not working for you in the same way!”
Jack shifted a little awkwardly in his seat and sighed again,
“Actually, Diane, not quite true!” he admitted reluctantly.
“Really?” she asked with widening eyes.
He shook his head and tilted back in the chair a little, nodding down to the unmistakable erected shape that was all too clearly manifest down the front of his jeans. Diane looked over and let her mouth drop open as she just stared at it with a lingering glance until he ‘tutted’ and let the seat fall forward.
“Right – I assume that demonstration makes clear how exciting your story is, how attractive you are, how sexually exciting I find you and clearly keen to hear the rest of this saga… and then find one of ‘my women’, as you call them, to reap the benefits of the charge that’s been building up in this happy trouser-snake for hours now!” he said in a hideously matter of fact tone.
She just burst out giggling and peered over again before he drew his hand back, making her dive away
“God, Jack, if I knew you were as interesting at hip level as you are at head level… I’d have asked you to move in with me years ago!”
“Your comedy quips are getting better… but since they were always nearly non-existent, that isn’t saying much. Are you going to tell me the rest and reveal what’s disturbed you so much?”
“Will you whip it out if I tell you the rest?” she sniggered.
“Yeah, right after you do, ‘Queen of the Lesbos’!”
Her face was once again bright, animated and devoid of whatever was clearly making her confused as she pushed her chair right up against his.
“Okay – the hottie pierced me, I thought about you, kept it in and she waved me out the big door. Waiting for me was the sexy ‘giant‘ – she just held out her hand and waited until I… took it. I must have looked like a child as she led me along this steel corridor with blue lighting from the roof. We passed a lot of doors and turned this way and that until she stopped outside a large black door. She turned to me and spoke in a heavily accented English that was… pretty sexy in some manner…obviously everything else, what little communication there had been, was in French. So… she looks down at me and says ‘This is the Observation Booth where almost all the rooms are monitored and the members of the Society of Sapho can watch their sisters in the midst of their pleasure. No-one can mate with anyone in here – it is only for watching each other, You can look, watch, learn and then choose where you want to go for your time with another woman. After you watch you must either leave or pick somewhere to go and be aware that you will be seen by others watching you. Pick wisely because once you enter a room you can say no to a particular act but cannot refuse to participate – the penalty would be serious… so do not try to enter a sphere you will be unable to indulge in fully. I am not available to you since I have been assigned as your guide!’ I just looked at her and wondered if she was joking about being available to me, because the idea of being with another woman just didn’t appeal to me too much more than it did before I went there - but she clearly felt I was giving her some kind of sign or something because she actually smiled as I stared up like a simpleton. The fact that it was a society of women should have made it apparent and I suddenly thought that she was testing me out – like she knew I wasn’t into women. That frightened me as much as the implication of a ‘penalty’ for failing to participate in wherever I was going to choose – I mean, the things that could happen or be done to me were… it was scary! It was also a little bit thrilling as well – only as a throwaway thought because I really don’t like the idea of being forced into something by anyone… man or woman. It can be an exciting fantasy to imagine being taken against your will… I hate to use the word ‘rape’ because it’s such a filthy thing to do to anyone as an act of violence, but… in a fantasy, it’s one of these things that every woman I know has thought about at some time – but only as a means of exploring some taboo subject to get a twisted little thrill… nobody really wants that to happen and I definitely didn’t want to be violated by them or anyone if I couldn’t hack what they had to offer. Anyway, I’m rambling again because this is where it started to get seriously heavy for me… like the films I watched, this place was going to define if I could go any further than being teased and played about with. Frankly, I kind of assumed that I’d have to leave because I couldn’t imagine myself having sex with another woman and the only things they had there were women… they might use images of men but they were absolutely barred from the Chateau according to Marla. The giant tidied my gown, stroked my cheek and then leaned down to my face, staring intently into my eyes as if she was about to tell me that she knew I was a fake and would have to pay the price right there and then. As I said at the start she had an incredible body and I didn’t intentionally stare at it, but… well, I was… I was looking at her and it flashed through my mind that… well… what like was she with her partners, girlfriend – what did she do and things like that. As I’m far away she flashes a little glance to either side and then she kissed me! Properly, like my boyfriends. I didn’t stop her but I didn’t really respond… well not much, maybe just enough to avoid being caught out. Honestly, Jack, I really didn’t neck another woman! Well, whatever, she pulled back from me a little and smiled before she leaned to my ear and whispered ‘Do not run before you can walk, pretty-pretty!’ The woman stood back, flicked her eyebrows and opened the door for me, very discretely stroking my bottom as I passed her and went into this big chamber.”
“Were you sacred, Diane?” Jack asked, tilting his head to look at her.
She nodded, looked a little disturbed for a moment and nodded again.
“Yeah, some of the stuff on the films they showed really freaked me out, as I said earlier. I mean, some of it was quite extreme and that was disturbing… like – there were bits with… God, even now it freaks me for all sorts of reasons. Right, some of the things on film that I couldn’t tell you earlier really messed me up – there were women tied down or in chains and they were… other women were taking hot irons out and… they branded them, burned their flesh with red hot metal like they were property… putting marks or initials or symbols on them. I had to look away, it made me feel really queasy… especially as when it was over… these branded women were completely abandoned in pleasure – it made no sense whatsoever to me… at the time. The other thing that got me was watching women whipping one another – serious marks and using belts or whips or those harsh cat o’ nine tails things. I was horrified – truly horrified but I couldn’t look away from it… I’m so ashamed to admit this and I couldn’t say it to you earlier – I found it utterly repellent and, at the same time, I just could not tear my eyes off it… seeing these amazing women, some dressed up in the most fantastic outfits and some utterly naked, whipping or being whipped, beating or being beaten. It was truly mind blowing and made me feel incredibly uncomfortable because I was watching it and… and it… shit, it excited me, Jack! Isn’t that just bizarre and horrible of me?”
He moved his chair round a little to see her more easily as the woman dropped her head and half turned from his direction.
“Diane… there’s no shame in that – it’s shocking because it’s meant to be and carries a vast amount of social implications that people don’t want to deal with – why do you think it was taboo for so long until the insects got hold of it and everyone started seeing is as another way to market products and make money. Everyone should have a strong revulsion about violence, but S&M isn’t like someone attacking someone else – it’s willing participants who know their limits and work pretty closely around them… for all it looks as if the Sadist is in control, it usually tends to be the Masochist who defines the boundaries… and so, actually controls the game to all extents and purposes, Don’t think about it as disturbing because you enjoyed it, enjoyed watching it - whatever… look on it as something private that you were allowed to see and make a decision about. If it offends you then know why it is offensive, but whatever attitude you adopt to it – it should be yours and it should be from your thoughts and not what you’re told to feel. I mean, you don’t see the world getting up in arms about the things we see on the news, the pictures they show – and they are truly horrific because they show us people being killed or maimed or tortured in our name, soldiers shooting, bombs, carnage… all that should be banned – not the images but the very existence of such unbelievable savagery that we all condone socially as if it just can’t be helped… but try and screen ‘The Story of O’ and you have to wait thirty years since the crap film version, made by the same people behind ‘Dallas’, was allowed to be shown, heavily cut on television. To me, that’s truly disturbing because it tells me the world I live in – I’d sooner watch a couple beat the fuck out of one another and know they have no desire to cause real damage or maim, steal and exploit the other… than watch some fat fucking five star General strut about on television telling us why it’s a good thing that we’ve invaded this country or that country to bring them democracy because some American dictator is told what to do and then sends a lot of dumb shitheads in to ‘keep the peace’ by shooting, raping and blowing up a massive number of the population that didn’t ask them to turn up and destroy their lives, land or society. If you don’t like what you saw on the film, then don’t watch it – it won’t change the world and doesn’t infringe on the people performing on camera for you… the real horror is the fact we live in a society where that’s disturbing - but mass murder and global domination are like adverts for Macdonald’s… just another thing that we’re all part of and don’t think twice about or it would have stopped centuries ago. I know what side I’m on in this one!”
She looked at him quietly, taking the last draw of her cigarette before stubbing it out and turning to look at him.
“Pretty extreme example, Jack… but as horrible as this sounds - it makes sense. I enjoyed what I was seeing and that was what offended me much more than the act taking place on screen… it took me over a week to get my head round it and, obviously as you heard me say, I still feel a bit dubious about my conclusion, but… maybe you’re right about all that – no-one was forcing anyone to be whipped, they chose to do it on their own… maybe the world we live in is indeed a lot sicker and perverted than a couple beating the hell out of one another. Doesn’t make me feel fabulous about it, liking it, getting excited about watching it… but I don’t feel as bad as I did. Which means I can probably tell you a bit more explicitly about what happened to me… but that comes later on!”
The wind increased a little and caught his shirt as she finished speaking, tugging his white silk into a gentle billow that she gazed into and looked fixatedly at the compact, thick rings through his small and pert nipples. Finally she looked up at him.
“They are so sexy, Jack… I never actually realised how much I like that part of you until recently. Before it was more, weird and cool, but now… it’s – sexy!”
He smiled and rolled his head to a funny angle as it examining her,
“You’ve seen them a hundred times before and heard the other bits jingling more times than I can remember, DeeDee! It’s funny to think that it’s suddenly become sexy instead of interesting.”
She shrugged and smiled, leaning over and putting her hand into his shirt, the perfectly painted nails shifting the metal and her fingertips caressing the hard nipple and providing a tiny tingle of pleasure he tried not to show. Her eyes flickered to his as she took her hand away and just gave him a warm smile.
“Well, Jack, it’s pretty sexy to see and feel. I always liked them… now I find it every bit as exciting as it’s always been cool. The film had people doing piercing and a lot of it I really loved.. so exciting to watch but then it became more extreme and the size of the needles and where they were piercing women and men, on the film obviously, got pretty wild. Hooks and hugely thick rings through the urethras of men and women.. the rings going in and then coming out the vaginal opening. Stacks of this stuff and it just got too much and I turned away from it too, although there was a morbid fascination on my behalf and I kept looking back every now and then until I watched something that was so gross I can’t even say it…”
“I’ll bet you can!” he teased, “How bad can it be?”
“Peeing?”
“Yeah... that’s it? Shit, I thought you were going to say Japan’s favourite taboo pastime… pun intended!”
“What?” she asked.
“Coprophelia?” he responded to see her blank stare. “Pooing, as you call it!”
“Oooh no – garr-ossss! No, none of that, thank God. Just girls peeing on each other!”
“And that was horrible too?”
“Yeah…” she replied but there was something a bit ambiguous or unconvincing in her response.
“It was horrible, but… interesting… fascinating?” he asked.
She looked about her and then leaned over to him cautiously, hesitating before she finally nodded, accompanied by a tiny reluctant smile.
“You really are turning into a kinky kat, aren’t you? Your next boyfriend is going to have to be able to run fast to keep up with you now, Diane!”
The woman laughed as she finished her glass of wine and nodded to the man to finish his drink too. Jack laughed and drained the glass before she would continue her story.
“Good, grab the waiter if he passes, please. So, where was I again? The giant kissing me and touching me up?”
“Touching you up? I thought she discretely stroked your bottom?”
“Yeah… and my boobs when she kissed me… just a little shy to admit I let her do it rather than have my cover blown! Anyway, detective Thoran… I went into the observation booth and there were a lot of women wandering round and staring at screens or peering down in the ante chamber where the glass floor looked down into a load of little rooms from above.”
“Anything supercool?”
“Yeah… lots of peeing! Whipping, bondage, women being cleaned out like I was – some with thick oils that came out like jelly, group sex, oral, young girls going down on some of these giant types… God, it was hard to know where to look.”
“But you found somewhere?”
“Don’t be so bloody smart – this is still hard to say even with a load of booze in me. But… as it happens, you’re right – I did find somewhere kinky kool! There was a monitor that showed this room where four or five women were in chairs like the one they strapped me to and a tiny young girl in a superhot military uniform went to them one by one and removed this… like a speculum but it had these little indents that ran to the front… anyway she just went to the first one and pushed her legs wide open for all the rest to watch and pushed this huge chrome thing into her and started to open it and open it and… open it until you could put your hand into her vagina – I’ve never seen anything like it… the woman just lay back moaning as the young girl went round them all and did the same to each and every one of them until the moaning was unreal… and, yes, I found it really sexy… and yes, I wondered if they were going to gush like me when the uniformed girl started to bind them to the chairs and then went round them all and opened the poor women even wider before - tilting them back and sitting in front of them with this little black box that she started to press and… she started zapping them like had been done to me. Their bodies twisted about as she pointed it from one to the other and they all started thrashing about while this young girl stood with an incredible look of pleasure on her face as she watched the harvest of her toil. She got between the opened thighs of one of the women and put this thing into her very carefully and this woman went crazy, screaming and thrashing about in the most frantic agonised manner possible… and the girl kept at it… laughing as she clearly shocked her insides… utterly sadistic. She kept at this woman as the others still jerked about intermittently but this particular woman was really getting worked on, body running with sweat and legs aimed up until the young woman connected a test tube thing like they did to me and tipped the victim upright – her face was flushed and she looked at the shock girl with utter lust – not hate. I was watching that so closely I almost missed this utter flood of secretions that ran out the indent parts of the speculum and filled the tube in less than twenty seconds flat. The young girl removed it, showed her victim it and then poured about a third into her mouth before putting it to her own lips and swallowing all of it… utterly gross and… utterly captivating! And before you ask.. yes – it was thrilling and yes, it made me… well, you know the answer to that as well!”
“Still not seeing this hideous dilemma thing yet, Diane!”
“Fine – I’ll tell you! God… this is so… There was a monitor on this room where two naked women were making love – frantically and clearly passionately when this unbelievably beautiful Japanese girl comes in all dressed up like a doctor in a tiny white uniform that mapped her flesh out as if she was naked. I could not take my eyes off her – this gorgeous geometric haircut with tiny red strands hanging down the front and huge eyes… oh my God, after all I’ve said you’ll think this is so hypocritical of me. This was the first woman I’ve ever seen that I thought was not just beautiful, oozed some kind of menacing sense of sexuality and... I... well, I found her attractive... you know, sexually? I watched her separate the women, tie one up and leave her lying on the floor while she cuffed the other to these manacles hanging overhead and then dragged her girlfriend between the captive's opened legs so they could see each other but were helpless. Then this Japanese girl, on unbelievable high heels, starts to open her uniform and you can just see her breasts… like something that was sculpted, truly amazing – she is so beautiful and demure, sexy but there’s something happening here that I don’t get yet. So – she walks to this table and picks up a crop and starts to swish it about making the other two look really nervous... very pretty women but they paled in comparison to the Japanese girl. She walks over to the girl in the manacles and whispers something to her but the girl shakes her head – refuses whatever the Japanese girl told her to do. Next thing this crop smacks off the captive’s bottom with a hideous crack that makes the entire body shake and you can already see this huge red mark welling up. The Japanese girl points down to the girl between the captive’s legs and nods… and the woman shakes her head again. This time the crop cracks right across her breasts and you hear the shout and crack together – the mark is a perfectly aimed blow right across both breasts and tagged both nipples… it must have been agonising for her. Again the pointing down and again a shake of the head – then the Japanese girl goes behind her and starts to whack her again and again… the marks are everywhere, crossing her pert little bottom with a mass of marks that are clearly starting to turn to thick welts. Now the Japanese girl has no interest in stopping – she just goes to town on this hanging woman, her back, her thighs and time and again – her bottom. I could not tear my eyes away – this was clearly really painful for the girl in the manacles but she’s wriggling about and screaming and begging for the Japanese girl to stop but it just makes her smile all the more and pick untouched sections of flesh to mark until her entire back is totally red and filled with marks and thick welts… and I… well, this is the thing I felt so bad about…”
Jack sat forward, riveted as he mentally reappraised his friend, watching as she leaned forward and dropped her voice a little.
“Well, I… Jack, grab the waiter, please – thanks! Same again, obrigada!” Diane requested and immediately ignored the man as soon as she had stopped speaking. “Well – the Japanese girl was so stunning that I couldn’t believe how utterly cruel she was… and the fact that she was kind of… well, I did find her sexy and that was new as much as it was uncomfortable… The thing is that no matter how hideous it was to see her do that to another woman and it was really offensive to me, morally and… it was pretty hard to watch in a lot of ways – but I couldn’t stop, just could not tear my eyes away from that screen. As I stood there, I realised that if she began to cut this woman in manacles… I wouldn’t be able to stop watching. I didn’t have the ability to close my eyes, move away or think about anything but this perverse scenario going on in front of me. It made me feel… so bad! How could I be a party to something like that? But, worse than that… it was… it was really, really exciting like nothing else I’ve witnessed before… my heart was racing, my flesh erect and I was… literally dripping and didn’t care who was or wasn’t watching me. I just wanted to see more and… to be honest, wanted her to keep beating this pretty blonde woman with her girlfriend wriggling about between her legs begging the Japanese girl to stop and leave her lover alone. But it made the Japanese girl laugh and walk to the front, look down on the woman on the floor and… she spat on her – spat in her face and grasped her nipples, looking right at the captive girl as she dragged her girlfriend up off the floor - making her scream and shout before she let go and lost interest… then she started to slowly beat the manacled woman’s breasts with a precise methodology that was incredible as much as it was revolting. The woman’s breasts shuddered with every blow, marks appearing under every strike until she was clearly in serious pain and… and I wanted her to keep going – to make her do whatever it was that the Japanese girl demanded of her. When she paused and began to stroke the thin strip of blond hair between the open legs I closed my eyes… but as soon as I heard the scream I opened them and watched as she started to hit this poor woman’s genitals with measured strokes that made her scream and twist about until she just flopped forward and hung from the manacles and finally gave into what the Japanese girl wanted her to do…”
Diane paused as the waiter returned, put the drinks down and she was oblivious to his eyes appraising her body as she took a long gulp of the cold Martini, condensation dripping onto her chest and running down her cleavage, making the nipples pop out to reveal their hard, lengthy form. Jack looked at him with some irritation and it finally made him move away as she drained half the glass and looked into her friend’s eyes with a shocked fascination that showed she was so wrapped up in all this that she simply could not stop telling him what the Japanese girl had plotted.
“What she clearly wanted was what happened next – with a final, savage blow between her legs and the girlfriend crying helplessly now… the manacled woman just surrendered to what she had been beaten into doing. She just let everything go and this gushing torrent poured out of her, a pale yellow flood that was clearly not going to stop once it started… all over her girlfriend - the woman she had been making love to fifteen minutes before. She writhed about and tried to avoid it, but the collapsed body was utterly gushing a really forceful torrent that splattered everywhere, all over her girlfriend… and the Japanese girl stood watching like a scientist observing a crucial experiment… with this evil grin on her face – a grin that made her… it made her even sexier! All I could do was watch and try not to… well, I was so, so excited… no matter how disgusted and repelled and… none of that mattered because all I could feel was this depraved thrill that was setting me alight and desperately wanted to burn brighter. The Japanese girl just walked out before the woman in the manacles had stopped… stopped… stopped pissing all over her girlfriend. I could not move and have never been so aroused by seeing anything like it in my whole life… and I knew it was wrong, knew it was not something I could watch if someone had described this scenario the day before - but I fucking loved every second of it, Jack! If I had it recorded… Christ, I would watch it again and again and again. That’s what was so, so disturbing about going there… finding the Japanese woman sexually attractive was of no consequence to this dreadful response that I never, ever suspected could live in me!”
She shook her head, and looked down, sipping her drink with hands that were shaking.
“Wow!” he said with surprise, “I didn’t see that coming, Diane. I know it’s… shocking to you, but… if it’s in your nature then why get so disturbed and push it away – it’ll only keep growing and demand attention or for you to finally come to terms with it. I’ve heard a lot worse… look, you got off on watching some hot Japanese girl thrashing a willing victim and humiliating her… did it ever occur to you that the manacled woman was having the time of her life and her girlfriend was every bit as turned on?”
She looked up abruptly and shook her head,
“No – never crossed my mind because the only thing I gave any thought to was this sadistic, beautiful Japanese girl that captivated me with every movement – I adored watching her do the terrible things she did better than any night I spent with my last boyfriend… watching her was more exciting than all the sex with him put together – I mean that… literally! I’ve never felt a response like that to anything before. I never thought that looking for adventure would show me something so frightening in myself and something I didn’t even know was there!”
“Is it really disturbing you… right now?”
“A bit, but – even talking about it… telling you has made me so horny! My God, I can’t believe I just said that… sorry, Jack. I just can’t explain this feeling that I got!”
“Well, I’ve done that with partners… Marla loved being hurt and I enjoyed seeing it – does that make me bad? Why have you felt this way about something you watched?”
She looked over and her face was like stone.
“There was more to it… a lot more!”
“Like what?” he asked, completely puzzled.
“I don’t know if I can tell you… I’m so ashamed of what I did!”
“Well, if you don’t want to say it then don’t, Diane… but I don’t want to see you this upset. You dodged Milan to come and talk to me about this… you must have known you were going to come to this point somewhere along the way, right?”
She nodded and emptied the glass of Martini, oblivious to how he watched the water run down her chest and reignite the prominent nipples once more.
“Yeah, but even then… I wasn’t sure if I could tell you what I did before I left! I’m dying to tell you, but I’d just hate it… well, if it changed your opinion of me!”
He put his arm round her shoulders and leaned into her ear, whispering.
“I could never think badly of you, Diane… if anything… well, I think you were really cool and brave to suddenly go into something like the Chateau straight off the bat… it was bound to show you things you hadn’t given a lot of thought to or showed you something new about yourself. I think it’s perfectly fine… I’d have watched if I was there and I’d have found it as exciting as you, probably. Stop tormenting yourself and find someone to… well, explore those things with!”
“Yeah – like I’m going to go out with some guy and two weeks later say… ‘hey, fancy doing some really hot S&M with me… and if you’re really nice I’ll piss all over you?’ I can barely tell you never mind try something out with someone I don’t know and probably won’t be able to trust anyway.”
Jack was silent for a few moments as she took his hand again.
“Well, why don’t we head away for a couple of weeks the next time you’re off the clock and I’ll take you to some places and see stuff like that, meet people who’re involved in those scenes? It might desensitise you to the upset, because you shouldn’t be feeling that way about something that isn’t like trying to blow up the world or deliberately run about like a mass murderer… it’s just another way, a more sophisticated way, of deriving sexual gratification! It’s really… hot, actually, DeeDee!”
She looked up curiously and gripped his hand tightly.
“Really? You mean me... being into that? You find it hot?”
He looked at her and this time she saw his eyes investigate her body.
“Yeah… totally. Do you want to tell me the bad bit or will we head off and have dinner or something?”
Diane paused and her big mouth moved into a smile as she made a melodramatic movement to look beneath the table where he was sitting, clearly to see the state of his comportment. It made him laugh and he sat back with an almost embarrassed amusement. Her eyes looked at the swollen member restrained by the clinging jeans and they looked at it for a while before she moved her head and he dropped back on the chair.
“Thanks, Jack… I’ve never said it before but… well, I’ve thought it a few times – that thing is ‘hot’! Really hot!”
“Thank you… I’m so glad you feel that way about my bits. Now – the end or dinner?”
“Well, dinner is tempting, but… I really want to tell you what I did! I feel so stupid revealing all the rest and hiding the last… worst part. Fuck! Right – I went out the observation booth and the giant was waiting for me… the rotten bitch did that same bloody sniffing thing and I damn near stuck my fingers into myself so I could press them up to her face… but I didn’t - obviously. She asked if I wanted to leave or if I was prepared to be with one of the women. I asked her about the Japanese girl and she looked very surprised and maybe a little impressed… before she shook her head. ‘Pretty-pretty wants to fly before she can even walk! Akira is a Colony girl and they are very dangerous and very wild – you should choose another little bird to play with!’ So I asked if there were women who wanted to be… if there were other women here who liked being… liked being whipped or hurt, and she was surprised again. ‘Aah, I see, you like Akira because you are like Akira, not for her… you find her beautiful?’ I was asked. I blushed, I know I did… but I told her the truth that she was beautiful and sexy and exciting. The giant took my hand and led me away round the corner into this little alcove thing where she sat down and tapped her thigh as a sign that I should sit there. I didn’t know what was coming but… I found her – well, she made me feel secure… if that doesn’t sound bizarre. I sat on her knee and she started to run her huge, slim fingers along my thigh. ‘Would you please me if I arranged for you to be with Akira – she does not usually mate with any but the elite!’ God, I felt like a whore being asked that… as if she was… well, she at least made clear that she wanted me to… please her for the opportunity to be with Akira!”
“You mean you were so impressed with this Akira that you would have let her whip you even though you were clearly more into her role? And you were willing to… willing to satisfy this woman to get to meet the hot sadist?”
Diane nodded.
“See, it’s terrible… I nodded and the giant smiled and shook her head. Then she says to me, ‘I do not have to bribe my partners – they ask me… I wanted to see how much she had seduced you with her strange fire. Akira is… different from the women here… she is like you, unnatural! Akira likes to hurt… but sometimes she likes to be hurt – you are a silly pretty-pretty because you are opening a door that will never close… but I like you, little bird. I will ask Akira to be with you… but you must be in charge – do you understand? Do you?’ I nodded back and she shook her head, ‘No, you do not… Akira is not a Sapho girl, she is from somewhere else and she has no bounds, not like my sisters – if you let her take charge of you… it would be a mistake. Can you match her fire? You watched what she did? You know it was more than the girls wanted? Can you do this to her… if not, she will turn on you and will break you, little bird! Do you now understand the fire you play with… fail to control her and she will turn like a rabid dog - and she will take you in ways you cannot imagine. For the last time – can you do what she did?’ I was scared – really scared because I wanted to meet this fascinating creature but didn’t know if I could hurt someone the way I had enjoyed watching it… but finally I told her I could. She smiled and shook her head… then nodded in agreement before she kissed me in a sisterly way, slapped my bottom to get me off her, then led me to a tiny dressing room – I think it was hers. She pressed a button and the two Baby-doll girls appeared within a few moments, she whispered something to them and they nodded with wide eyes… as if impressed and then came over to me. The giant paused at the door and looked at me quite longingly before she smiled, pointed to her eyes and then at me. I got the message she would be watching me. Then I was alone with the two Baby-doll Handmaidens. One went out a side door and the other gathered clothes, make up, hair drier and tools or something before she set about dressing me… well, cleaning me up first – down there. The Handmaiden type was pretty with sort of, shy eyes, but she was very efficient and there seemed to be no overtone involved in the tasks she undertook. The girl slipped the gown off me and I was past caring about my nudity by then… it never even crossed my mind that she or anyone would or wouldn’t find my body attractive. Anyway, she starts wiping me dry with these soft, soft tissues – front and back before dusting me down with some sort of baby powder. Then I noticed her looking about, as if checking for someone or something watching us. She went to the table and got this patent leather Basque, pulling it onto me from behind and then lacing it up. I felt her breath on my neck as she leaned forward and said ‘Do not speak or react to what I say… Akira is the most dangerous woman here and she will demand much from you – she loves to hurt her lovers but she also loves to be hurt… I think it is what drives her. I have seen her many times and her game with Annalise and Marissa was to fill in time. Once before, she took my girlfriend, Pascale, strapped her down and spent seven hours tormenting her. Akira opened her up wider than a baby needed to exit, found her most sensitive point inside and took a long thick needle and slowly forced it into her ‘G’ spot to go through the most tender and sensitive parts of her sex until it exited from the middle of her clitoris before dragging it back with a thick ring attached that she made into a permanent piercing which left Pascale in an eternal haze of pleasure with every waking movement and moment. Akira put over a hundred and twenty rings into Pascale and then used the electric shocker so intensely that my lover lost consciousness. Do not view her lightly – she will sense you are artificial… you are not like us, we know this! I want you to hurt Akira, as she demands, or will hurt you in ways you cannot imagine in your wildest dreams. She likes nipple torture, loves to be hurt that way, whipping, having a woman’s fist forced into her, being violated from the back and… when you use the electric wand, you should push it into her until it can send pain into her cervix. Pascale said that Akira has a tiny opening at the very rear of her vagina that, if you can push the tip of the wand into, will make her lose control – and that is what she seeks… she wants to feel abandoned and helpless at the hands of another – but no-one here has done so to the extent she desires. This is all I know, use it wisely!’ Her voice was soft and her speech reflected a sophisticated background… I’m not sure why she told me the information but it was hideously thrilling to hear it… every bit as much as the thought was frightening. By this time she had laced me up and was getting ready to tighten the lacing up. This thing crushed my waist to nothing and was already so tight that taking a deep breath was hard… my boobs were completely exposed and pushed out with a swollen prominence that surprised me as I looked in the mirror. When she was done tightening me up, I looked like a mannequin – artificial but… quite pretty! She sat me back against the table and slipped these sheer stockings onto my legs, running high on me and then securing them with the eight suspended clips that hung from the Basque. The only thing that looked conventional was the gorgeous set of sparkling Diamonte ear-rings which hung in a little strip and caught the light beautifully with each tiny movement of my head. When I looked in the mirror, the stockings and Basque, which only came down to the midpoint of my belly, made my shaven sex look… very prominent. There was a tiny, pleated skirt that was completely transparent and fell to an inch or so below the lowest point of my pubic area – I looked at my assistant to find underwear but she smiled and gave a little laugh in tandem with a raised eyebrow. On the table were leather gloves, a tiny black Bolero jacket and Military hat sitting beside these gorgeous but impossible seven inch heels. My Handmaiden set about fixing my hair and finally make-up before dressing me in the last of the garments and helping my into the heels. I stood and looked in the mirror and… there was a stranger staring back, a beautiful, dominating, sexy, gorgeous stranger whose flesh was every bit as exposed as it was hidden. The Handmaiden played with my hair and whispered… ‘You are beautiful – Akira will want you for her own… when you are offered your instruments choose the crop, the cat and the electric wand – remember my words!’ I was so nervous and excited that the next chunk of time whizzed past and then I’m standing outside this red door with my giant guide beside me, looking down with what could only be seen as concern. She leaned down and stroked my hair as she spoke…. ‘You are a rare beauty, little bird – a shame you are not for me… or my sisters. Remember what you have been told – give Akira no quarter or she shall become the mistress and you will be her slave! Bon chance, ma petite.’ With that she opened the door and I went inside.”
Jack leaned over to Diane, seeing the concentration and the ghostly reflection of something he could not define on her face.
“Don’t stop there, DeeDee… so what was in there?”
The woman beside him suddenly grinned as she looked at him.
“My God, you’re so there, aren’t you? That’s a… beautiful expression to see on your face – I’ll bet your women have seen that look a hundred times before, but for me to see it… well, it’s… thrilling! You know this is going to be hard for me to tell you… because of what I did with Akira and what happened?”
“Yeah… and clearly you’ve become a much better storyteller than me, Diane, because my tension level has gone through the roof. Come on, what happened next?”
“Okay – I was… nervous just doesn’t cover it. I was really scared, excited as well, but mainly scared. This Akira sounded like some strange alien and God knows what this Colony place was…”
“It’s something that most of us have heard about, but… it’s always been held as a fantasy, a myth… like Eldorado or Xanadu… somewhere that few can find and is beyond belief in legend. It’s weird to hear them talk about it as if it’s a real place… although someone did introduce me to a woman that... Anyway…”
“Right!” she replied tossing down the last of her Martini as he pushed his empty glass aside before grabbing the other glass of red liquid anxiously. “I went in, the room was a hybrid of chains and restrain structures with other parts that looked like a chic living room – weird, just weird. She was at the far side of the room, sitting on this black chair and getting up as soon as I entered. I could hardly walk in these enormous heels but I liked the feeling they gave me as I carefully strode in and heard the door close and lock behind me. I put my ‘tools’ down on the table by the door and walked into the middle of the room as she came to me. Akira walked across and I knew this wasn’t just going to be hard… it would be a nightmare – my hands were shaking and all I could do was look at her. She was dressed like a schoolgirl… the sexiest schoolgirl in the world perhaps, but it was still like a schoolgirl. She was about five eight plus her heels, very slim, shiny black high heels, little knee stockings, a tiny black pleated skirt that covered as much as my own, a sheer, gossamer black top that hid nothing lying beneath… in fact, the two thick rings through her nipples were about the size of yours, Jack, there was a little collar round her neck with a binding ring hanging off it and her black hair was tugged into two little bunches tied with red ribbons that hung down from the top of her head. The only other thing she wore was a pair of thick, white school-type pants that flashed just and no more every time she walked. She was painted up like someone on a covershoot – fabulous and beautiful with an amazing mix of colours on her eyelids and the reddest lipstick I’ve ever seen – absolute blood red against this pale, pale skin… the face was every bit as perfect as the body - which was… probably the sexiest and most provocative thing I have ever seen. This Akira was more than beautiful, she was charismatically stunning and oozed sex as much as she did menace. I saw her appraise me as she walked to me and made a little bow before me, to which I nodded back and there was suddenly this hideously awkward moment where I didn’t know what to do and I suddenly felt that everyone was watching us… it all freaked me out and I just stood there like a fish out of water. She tilted her head a little and frowned – staring at me hard. Suddenly I didn’t know what it was that I wanted to do here… she didn’t seem like she could do the things the Handmaiden had said and that made me very reluctant to… well, I didn’t know what to do, how to start whatever was going to happen. I should have known as I looked in her eyes but I… I just wasn’t expecting it. Akira moved like lightning, the fastest thing you can imagine – her hand swept back and slapped me so hard that my head literally spun, turned and all I could feel was this burning pain on my face and when I looked at her grinning at me… well, I just went wild. I grabbed her little pigtail and yanked her like ripping a weed out the soil, tugging her behind to this little bench where I dragged her down to the hook, clicked it through the ring on her collar and left her trapped there as I ran as fast as I could to the door – for a moment I thought about running out, getting away because I had all these weird feelings going through me… but when I looked at the cat whip with all its leather ends lying there, I grabbed it and went back to her. I looked down and felt this, terrible, shameful urge to… well, there were a lot of things flashed through my mind before I slowly walked round her struggling body, dangling the thongs of the whip before her face so she could see them – my face was still burning and I was worried that I’d be marked. I went behind her and tugged the tiny skirt up and over her back until these gorgeous buttocks in the thick white pants was pointed up into the air, pointed at me and I… oh, Jack, this is what appals me – I cannot believe that I did this because it was as if someone else was controlling me. Right… here goes, this is the thing that has disturbed me so much. I drew the tassel whip back and looked at her beautifully shaped bottom and… I think it was the fact that her rear was as beautiful as the rest of her – like, perfect, you know? I drew this whip back and hit her with a really savage blow that made her whole body jerk in response – but she didn’t make a sound… and that annoyed me, so I struck her again, harder! She shuddered but remained silent as the grave. God knows how my head was working, but… I decided to work on each buttock, aiming every blow to one side initially… two, three, four, five times before I started on the other one and did the same. Akira was writhing about like she was on fire but still didn’t make a single sound – it was unbelievable and I was feeling the effort, getting hot and… very excited by this. I started to strike her as hard as I could, across both cheeks, alternating the side I stood on each time as if I knew how to add… drama, I suppose. The fact she remained silent disturbed me and I really began to beat her buttocks and the top of her thighs for what seemed like hours – obviously it wasn’t, but I kept hitting and hitting and hitting until I heard this tiny seething hiss escape her lips and… Jesus, it was better than an orgasm – the pleasure it gave me was… beyond words. I walked round to look at her face – she was flushed and her eyes were burning with this strange intensity. I took the little jacket off and crouched down to look at her, smiling as I reached forward and put my hand down the hanging front of her blouse – then I grabbed it and ripped it open. Her breasts shook and the rings hung down in a perfect shape that pleased me as much as it irritated me – I saw her looking at mine with… this lustful hunger that made me lean forward and she reached out to touch them. I slapped her face and she hissed with anger… and that made me smile, get up and walk behind her. I wanted to see her flesh – see the marks I had made. I gently dragged her pants down and was nearly sick – the mass of thin red welts I had caused stared up at me and… I suddenly felt some kind of rationality return. I was so ashamed and scared, appalled and disgusted by what I had done, but… her perfectly even toned flesh was like a drug that I just had to be near to become intoxicated. You won’t believe that… well, I stroked her buttocks and they were like an athlete’s – tight and highly muscled. I watched my fingers slip between them and press against her… press into her… I pushed my finger into her anus and she gave this enormous, sexual, pleased sigh that made me feel the ugly wildness burn in me again. I pushed in and dragged up, making her give another little gasping moan before I ripped it out her and started to hit her bare flesh with the whip again – watching with glee every time I made new marks… and in the midst of hitting her I looked down to where her white pants were stretched between her thighs and saw this huge damp patch that she had… well, she clearly had been gushing as she was being beaten earlier. It made me so thrilled and excited that I just kept hitting and hitting and hitting until there was not a single part of her buttocks that weren’t red or welt ridden and she was twisting and wriggling… making these hissing noises as I continued until I finally heard her surrender a tiny gasp. I… well, I thought I was going to… you know, like, orgasm as I heard it. I drew my arm back and hit her one more time and she gave another gasp that made me smile and… my God, I giggled. I threw the whip onto her back and walked round to look at her – she looked so flushed and excited that I sat and stared at her. There was a cigarette box on the table beside the chair and I took one out, lit it with this long lighter and, as I smirked and watched her face that never stopped staring into my eyes… a filthy, sick notion crossed my mind. I went over and blew smoke in her face… then I waved the cigarette about – she didn’t like that, as if she knew what had crossed my mind. Christ, I cannot imagine how I could even have teased anyone is such a filthy manner, because sitting here, in the sun, right now – I know it isn’t me… I know it isn’t! I ripped the shirt from her back, ripped it off and clawed the tatters from her, leaving her in her upturned skirt and pants dragged down her thighs…and she was so, so beautiful – like she wasn’t human or something. I watched my hand reach out and touch the ring through her left nipple – just like I did to you earlier today, but I grabbed this thick ring, put my finger through it and started to tug and twist it like some kind or filthy torturer. Her teeth gritted and her eyelids half closed as I yanked it about… assuming it was agony… but she actually sighed, an unmistakable sound that you only hear from pleasure. I let go, went behind her and crouched down, about to pull her pants back up when I saw this sparking clutch of hanging fluids dripping from her blackest of black pubic hair and it was… so exciting to see – I had made her that way – what I did had aroused her and made her… gush! This is so hard to admit, Jack, but I wanted to reach out and touch it, run my fingers over her… it was so, not me. The reaction made me angry because it had pleased me so much. I yanked her pants up, undid her skirt and… and I sat on her back like she was an animal - just like some kind of thing. My hands reached over her skin and I wished the gloves were gone but… they stopped me feeling this perfect skin and the anger at being thrilled at the sight of this beautiful woman running with sexual juices that I had elicited made me reach under and squeeze her breasts, as if I was caressing her – but I wasn’t! I grabbed the rings and… I grabbed the rings though her pronounced nipples and I… I, there’s no way to disguise this – I yanked them about like I was lifting a heavy weight, tugging and pulling them this way and that… wanting to hear her moan or shout or tell me to stop but she made these sick, sensuous moans that I realised were making me much wetter than her – I could feel it slithering out of me and over her back as I sat on her. I lay right on her back and pulled her rings as far from her chest as I could, really straining and I did so, twisting them at the same time… I cannot imagine the discomfort it must have caused. She just released this gorgeous, gasping moan and I felt her body harden beneath me as her back arched and I twisted and tugged in an abandoned manner that… well, it’s just frightening to think about. Akira orgasmed – the pain made her cum and she wriggled, just a little, but was obviously climaxing. I had made another woman cum for the first time in my life… and in the most perverted and debased manner possible. It was disgusting and repellent… but it was also one of the most thrilling moments in my life. I let her go and sat back on her, thankful she couldn’t see how flushed I was and then, when I looked on her back… so shocked to see the slithering mess that had seeped out of me. I blushed so hard my face burned – just like when she has slapped me. I got off her right away and wanted to leave – I knew this was getting out of control and I didn’t know up from down… but every time I looked at her, I just wanted to stay there… and… stay and go further! That was the warning bell for me. I released the collar and watched her stand up with this strange smile on her face… as if she knew how uncomfortable I was. I watched her pull her pants down so she was naked except for her collar, stockings and heels – I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help it… she is so beautiful, but it’s more than that…shit, I can’t explain it! She wiped between her legs with her pants and smiled at me, tilting her head. I turned and walked to the door and heard her laughing… laughing at me. I looked back and she threw her pants in my face and stood there with hands on hips, as if she was defying me or provoking me. I grabbed the crop and the shock stick and stomped back towards her, whacking her across the chest with the crop, hearing this filthy sound as it hit her flesh and shook her breasts… but it made her gasp and open her mouth. She stuck her tongue out at me – like I was a child or something… and this thing was the longest tongue I have ever seen. The bitch was sneering at me, laughing at me because I didn’t want to give in to this horrible, filthy pleasure I had consumed in her presence. I don’t know what happened next, I really don’t – it’s hazy… probably because I don’t want to remember what I did then. I know I saw red and felt angry, excited, thrilled, offended, insulted, aroused, abandoned and out of control. I started to strike her with the crop – I know that… and I remember her lying on the floor with her limbs all over the place and her flesh was marked everywhere… she did something – I think she touched me, put a finger into my… she put her fingers inside me and tried to… hell, that must have made me start to blast her with the shocker and I remember the first time she screamed aloud – I do remember that because… I can’t believe I’m going to admit this to you… I remember because I think it made me orgasm… just a little fast orgasm but… I did cum. Knowing that – I felt bad right away after the pleasure subsided and I wanted to hear her shout and scream and moan and grunt and tell me to stop doing this to her. But Akira was as far gone as me, leaving her body open to be shocked and zapped by this thing. I can see little flashes of what I did... the places I, the places I shocked her and the noises she surrendered. It’s too… horrible! What I do remember is kneeling beside her, drained and... I don’t know what I was, but it was as if I had become someone else and I know that no matter how I’m rationalising this – I fucking loved every second of what I was doing – no matter what my intellect was telling me and trying to remove me from. Akira was sort of wrapped around me and I kept zapping her genitals and she was making this repetitive, sexy, agonised moan like a mantra all the time – again and again and again. I wanted to do something to her to break it because it was so pleasing and exciting to hear. My fingers were wet, not the gloves, the fingers – I’m sure it was… well, I think it was her all over them. I remember lying on this rubber sofa with her head hanging off the side and her legs wide open and twitching as I… I… Jesus – I kept shocking her genitals, this perfectly formed slit that was yawning open like a gasping mouth and surrounded by the softest hair I’ve touched in my life – so thick and black and sensual. I kept firing this thing against her clitoris… it was really big, swollen and the ring through the side of it looked as if it was being crushed by the inflated flesh. The charge was probably dying in this shock wand, but… the thing I do remember clearly – all too clearly, in fact… what I remember doing, with absolute clarity and malice aforethought as I watched her limbs twitching and listened to this sexual mantra… what I remember doing was pushing this… pushing this shock wand into her – I put it into her vagina and didn’t activate it, just pushed it in and jabbed her with it, making the flow of the mantra become disrupted. Digging and poking and… fuck knows what I thought I was doing – but I knew I was being more and more brutal and she just lay there, wriggling about and moaning like she was drugged out her mind. I felt something move in her… at first I thought that I had ruptured her insides… and it still didn’t make me stop – but it wasn’t that. Akira lifted her head a little and her face was… I cannot describe this look – it was unique to me, an expression I have never seen. She made this strange noise and I felt something inside gripping the wand, I turned it a little and she closed her thighs and gave out this hideously sexual noise that… I can’t explain this – there’s no point in trying. I zapped her… deliberately send an electric shock into some weird part of this other woman’s vagina and then watched her wriggle and heard her scream in pain and pleasure at the same time. I did it again and again and again.. I kept doing it until there was almost nothing left in the thing. Akira wriggled like she was having a fit and I saw her vagina tighten round the wand and it went in another inch or two… Chrtist knows where! This sweet little hole went tight like a seal round the wand… I saw it grip the shocker like a clenching fist and I knew she was in utter ecstasy – she was wriggling about without any ability to co-ordinate or resist or move or do anything but experience this sick, perverted pleasure we were partners in. Gow forgive me, but I left this thing switched on – just pulsing whatever charge was left in it agaian and again and again. That was when she became helpless and did what she made her manacled girl do earlier. Some kind of deranged orgasm that seemed to last for minutes just rendered her incapable of anything and she… well, you can imagine quite vividly what she did and it shot up into the air like a fountain and splattered everything like a cloudburst. I flopped off the sofa and fell onto the floor – drained, ashamed, gratified, horrified, thrilled, disgusted, appalled, excited and utterly empty and energyless – just lying there, on my back with my limbs feeling like lead and revelling in this noise she was making and the intermittent hissing of her uncontrolled body gushing all round me. I have never experienced sexual satisfaction like it – entirely new and totally, utterly and completely unique… it was the greatest thing I had participated in… in pure pleasure! Nothing compares to it – nothing! I closed my eyes and listened to her moaning as I felt my hands stroke my own skin as if on automatic pilot. Not touching myself as in… well, not like… I wasn’t masturbating or anything – just touching my skin because it all felt electric and different. I was a mess as well, oozing and moaning as I listened to her noises subsiding. It was like a dream and I felt like I was drifting away in this weird cocoon that was wrapped round me. I felt something strange between my open legs and knew that I was a mess down there… I felt a strange shifting wetness on me, like something running over me and teasing my genitals but especially my clitoris which had been open to every movement I had made since the bald mega-babe had tugged my hood back and ringed me. There was this amazing feeling going through me… and I just couldn’t move – didn’t want it to end. Lying there and feeling my flesh stinging with this… this fantastic electrical tingle surging through me when I suddenly hear this primal wailing filling the air – deplorably sensuous and abandoned… in conjunction with this unbelievable sensation that was setting my entire sex on fire. The wailing moan was hideous and gorgeous at the same time and it was making me want to move, touch myself but I didn’t dare… it might have broken the spell I was under and I really, really never wanted the feeling to end. My clitoris started to pulse with a wet thrill that went on and off, again and again until I finally knew that this debased moan was mine – it was me and… and the fiery burning was very sexual, each pulse was like a dislocated orgasm that I could feel inside my body rather than being located in a specific part. I just lay there and kept this hideous sound oozing out of me as I felt my clitoris burning and sending little shock-waves of… pleasure doesn’t come close to describing it. I felt my legs like lead, opened in the most vulgar manner, stretched so wide and with muscles that were so tight I couldn’t move as if I had been paralysed with pleasure. Again and again this motion on my clitoris that was making me fall toward what I used to think was an orgasm… but this was so much deeper, so different. I tried to open my eyes but it was too hard and it might have stopped everything that was happening… and I wanted to feel what was going to happen. It just kept running over me and I fell with it, like being swept away in an avalanche. I could tell by the moan how far gone I was – when it changed dramatically I knew that there was a metamorphosis in the sensation and I remember my eyes flickered open to see… see… something I didn’t believe, something I told myself that I was not a willing participant in – but I was, I very definitely was. Akira was between my legs and this huge tongue was working in long drags between my opened lips, dragging and sending the most frightening waves of skin ripping pleasure through me. When she started to push her tongue into me, licking inside me… I began to cry – really, tears rolling down my face because it was amazing – this thing coming out her mouth was sinking right inside me, pushing, probing, rolling and shifting about until her mouth locked right over my entire vaginal opening and her lips teased and pleased the outside… especially my clitoris as the long tongue pushed in and curled back to finally hit a spot that made the tears stop and I could hardly breathe -–I have no idea what she was doing or how – but it was… it was genuinely indescribable. I was grunting, begging, moaning, screaming, gasping, pleading... making all sorts of noise as she kept this methodological genital assault up – and I never for one second thought about anything except the sensations that were making the very air I breathed into something deeply sexual. I don’t know if it was seconds, minutes or hours… but this was as close to heaven as I’m ever going to experience. Akira knew what she was doing and she led me where she wanted to take me… following my guttural, impassioned moaning as a means of tracking the orgasm she was determined to solicit from me. I started panting in tiny gasps, short noises and muscles turning so rigid that I couldn’t relax – my entire body was shaking and she just kept this up until she knew she had total control over me. Then she pushed hard into the thing inside me that she had been teasing all this time, and I felt this hideous swelling inside my vagina, puffing and stretching it like my insides were ripping open and something was slithering out of me… far back, far away from her tongue caress. One minute I was on the verge of orgasm and then, without any warning, I was falling into this deeply intense spasm that was so liberating that it hurt. I felt her mouth go wild on me, in me, over me as this sexual seizure manifested and I screamed in time with every muscle burning spasm… so intense – so painful and so, so utterly fabulous. My stomach went rigid and I felt something whoosh out of my insides as the orgasm dominated me… muscles spasming and my clitoris swelling like a balloon as I went into a shaking fit that sent every tingling twinge to shoot right through my body. She gasped and gulped and giggled and pushed her face as deep into me as she could while I thrashed and twisted helplessly, feeling something pulse out my gaping vagina but all I cared about was the mind-bending pleasure it was giving me. For a moment I saw her pull back with wide eyes and a mess running down her face as something spat at her, something between my opened thighs and, later, I realised that I had experienced something I always believed to be a fallacy… she had made me… the whole thing with Akira gave me the first major, total orgasm of my life and the proof was that I actually ejaculated, not peed because everyone’s done that sometime and they know it… I really ejaculated something from inside my sex and as she watched me quivering and still feeling these amazing aftershocks… she crawled over me and smiled, her face running with this cloudy, hanging liquid that slowly slithered down her perfect skin… and she just kept flicking this enormous tongue out to catch and swallow it as it dragged down her face – as if it was some kind of … drug. She closed her eyes and nodded to me, reverentially, took one of the Diamonte ear-rings from me, got up and walked out the door, naked… leaving me still tingling and shaking as I just let all these sensations pour through me and blocked off the horrible thoughts that were hammering at my mind… the thoughts about what I did and what I had participated in. And I just lay there – helpless and alone! So… now you know, know it all!”
Jack tossed the last of his drink down and just shook his head as Diane seemed to wipe a tear from her eye, looking away from him. He was uncertain what to say, where to begin. His friend sat with her hand over her mouth and looking the other way in an alarming manner. He made a little cough and then touched her arm, ever so gently until she looked round with her eyes.
“That… was fucking amazing, Diane! I’d give my right arm to experience something so utterly incredible and exciting. Jesus… if there was one person in the world that I never expected to hear something like that from… it’s you! Wow!”
“Oh, thanks a lot, Jack… as exciting as all this was – and you can see why it was the most thrilling thing that’s ever happened to me – it’s every bit as hideous. I feel… like a monster. A dull monster, given your last statement – boring Diane, the last woman on the planet who could ever do something wild!”
He mentally kicked himself and suppressed the hiss from the deep breath he exhaled as she turned away and looked frighteningly sad.
“Sorry, Diane, that wasn’t what I meant… not at all. You’re not dull and never have been… but more than that – you’re no monster! It’s so disturbing because it’s something you’ve never really been involved in and… well, it’s like another culture with a foreign language you have to learn before you see that it’s not evil and depraved but just… different.”
“Different? Jack, I watched a stream of perverted films and got off on it, watched a beautiful woman beat another until she pissed all over her girlfriend and all I thought about was that I wanted to meet this demented sadist. Then I end up being every bit as bad, if not worse than Akira and torture her… torture her to the point she loses control and finally… to top it all off, I let a woman go down on me and give me the greatest orgasm of my entire life as a ‘thank you’ for beating her to a pulp – and I still want to do it again. That’s just ‘different’ to you… it’s sick and I don’t know what to do because it’s really messing me up!”
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that because listening to you, the way you told it, demonstrates a passion and willingness to the thing you consider a perverse disease… you have to come to terms with that – but the more you blank it out or pretend it’s some evil psychological abnormality that’s been inflicted on you, the harder it will be for you to accept the truth about it all!”
“What’s that?” she asked anxiously
“It is part of who you are and it does not make you any worse than the second before you discovered this desire within yourself! This isn’t some stranger who came in and took your body over, Diane – this is something in you that clearly gave you a satisfaction that all your other experiences and successes haven’t managed to offer so far. I would have thought that was a cause for celebration – not self torment! It’s a reflection of you, an aspect of you – you don’t have to go with it or explore it any further but you can’t pretend that it didn’t happen and isn’t there inside you… that will mess you up – guaranteed! You enjoyed something that is alien to you – if you were around it every day and amongst people who embrace that culture – you wouldn’t give it a second thought. When you went into modelling – how much did you know about it?”
“Not much, but that’s different!”
“Really, in what way? There’s a culture of acceptability in the modelling world that many other people would find offensive – all superficial beauty and the only validity relates to how someone looks or whether their look is still popular. A model’s politics, intelligence and disposition have no bearing on her ability to secure work… that is measured on whether the client looks at their image and wants to use it. Anyone in that game has to get tough to survive – to know that who they are and what they are does not vary every time they’re rejected from a job or someone else gets a gig they expected. That’s how that world works and it’s different from being a brain surgeon… that demands that the skill of the job is more important than the politics and look of the surgeon. They’re all little worlds of their own and different worlds with different rules… where you went is no different - and you just happened to learn something about yourself that might be in thirty percent of the population but most of them never find out because they don’t want to look at it… or worse, have to keep it hidden away and maybe never get the chance to explore it and feel the pleasure they might get from it… perhaps a pleasure that they will never experience in any other aspect of their entire life. If you don’t want to do it then don’t – it’s that simple! But pretending it isn’t in you or that, by being there, it makes you a monster is utter crap… was Marla a horrible woman, a monster, a pervert that was a menace to society?”
“No, of course not… but that’s…”
“Yeah – it’s all different for everyone else but you… poor little Diane who has to carry this evil within her like the kid in the Exorcist! Stop being so prissy and precious about this… I’m not going to watch you damage yourself over something that I can see you enjoy and has made you glow in a manner that I have never seen before. The way you looked as you talked about what happened to you was… incredible to see, like when you’re modelling sometimes and you know you’re capturing every eye in the house… it was like that and no better and no worse, morally. It might not be the aspect of your personality that lands you a happy marriage to the local Vicar – although I’d probably debate that according to the ’News of the World’… but it certainly doesn’t make you anything other than Diane West – model and lovely human being. It’s not the end of the world and, frankly, I kind of envied you because no matter how many weird things I’ve done, no matter what deranged erotica I’ve written or photographed… I’ve never lost control and become abandoned in the way you talk about. It’s something that all really tightly controlled people want to experience at least once in their lives… hence the popularity of so many MPs and CEOs getting beaten to a pulp by their local Madame. You had a fascinating and thrilling experience that showed you another aspect of who you are - embrace it and be happy… you haven’t been diagnosed with cancer or heart disease!”
She looked at him with a deeply furrowed brow and a curious tilt of her head.
“Do you really think that? I’m just freaking out because it’s too new to get a handle on… I mean I’ve rationalised it the way you’ve suggested but it’s not just scary to me… although I know I enjoyed it and want to do it all again right now, tonight, tomorrow – every day! See what I mean? It’s all I can think of. The awareness of being… having sadistic tendencies is frightening to me, if I let all that out – where will it end?”
“Well, since your sadistic tendencies tend to be centred on the bedroom, I don’t think you have to worry about capturing strangers and torturing them like some sociopathic serial killer. It’s an aspect of your sexuality, not your world orientation, Diane! The fact that you’re utterly beautiful like that Akira woman is just going to make you every bit as desirable in the fetish circuit as you are on the modelling one. And… the bonus is that because you’ve chosen to be a ‘top’ rather than a ‘bottom’ means you’re very unlikely to get any marks that will put a crimp on your work!”
She giggled and then looked mildly annoyed.
“You shit! This is serious… Right, say I can accept what you rationalised and I stop questioning who I am because of what happened… what do I do now? Who would ever be willing to go along with that kind of thing outside of the people in your world? I could never have told or asked any of my previous boyfriends to explore all this with me… never! I think it’s made me feel very isolated because part of me knows that I really loved it and didn’t do anything that Akira didn’t want… aside from the fact that it probably wouldn’t do my modelling rep much good if word got out I had embraced this thing as part of my lifestyle!”
“It hasn’t harmed others in your world – in fact some of them became high profile celebs, dating geeks like Marilyn Manson and doubling their income. Just take your time and think about it the way you look at everything else in your life, Diane. You’re more than bright enough to rationalise it and see it the way you got your head round working in the modelling world – you hated all that at first, but now you don’t lose sleep over being a part of an environment where image is everything… remember how that offended you in the early days? You’ll be okay… and probably experience a kind of satisfaction that I think you’ve always sought. I think it’s the very best thing you’ve done in years… maybe the very best thing you’ve ever done - really!”
“Really? The worrying thing is that what you’ve said makes sense… and we all know what a bizarro you’ve always been!”
They both laughed as he nodded proudly and swelled his chest out as if she had just lavished the most fabulous compliment on him.
“See, Diane, you’re already putting it into its place.”
She looked over at him and he saw a thoughtful expression paint her face.
“Yeah, but where am I going to find someone like you? Even the models I’ve dated are all like second generation copies of the things that I look for in a partner… the things about you that I’ve always wanted to find in someone else. Why can’t I find someone like you?”
He laughed and sank back in the seat, becoming more hysterical at her suggestion.
“Stop laughing!” she said angrily, “I’m serious, you bastard! How dumb can you be, Jack – I’ve always been attracted to you but you never gave me the time of day as a woman… you’ve been the best friend I could ever have asked for - but you never look at me as anything but your ‘little sister’ as you so charmingly put it. Do you know how horrible that used to make me feel? I look at you and see this handsome, talented, bright guy who’s more considerate and caring than any man I’ve dated and you look right through me… my looks don’t matter to you. Have you never once thought about… have you never thought about going out with me? God, have you never even thought about getting me in the sack, then?”
He stopped laughing and paused, suddenly stuck for words because this was a situation he never expected to arise and certainly never suspected the reality of her confession.
“Well, eh, I’m not sure what to say, Diane!”
“Have you never thought about screwing me – never?”
“Couldn’t say that, in all honesty – there have been times, well, a lot of times over the years, that we’ve been in intimate situations together… but, the notion of jeopardising our friendship for a quick tumble kind of… well, it cleared those thoughts pretty quickly, to be honest!”
“So you have thought about it?” she asked with a hint of pleasure.
“Eh, even in the most superficial terms – look in the mirror and ask the same question – you won’t need me to answer.”
“So… you have but just never even gave the tiniest hint of it to me? Has it crossed you mind today?”
“That’s such a shitty question, Diane…” he said with an almost embarrassed laugh, “You’ve seen the evidence – solid mahogany… titanium response!”
She giggled and made a mock peering gesture over the table and then looked over with some shock and surprise.
“Jesus, Jack… you can see the rings – have you got rings hanging off the end of… the end of your… thing?”
“You know one of the beautiful things about you, Diane? No matter how gripping or crucial the situation around you demands… you can always find time to focus on the trivial and insignificant!”
She giggled and peeked over again.
“Trust me… I might not be some supervixen, but I’ve been around enough to know that ‘that’ is neither trivial nor insignificant. Fact!”
Against his will he laughed, shaking his head sadly and finding what she had said to resonate a little deeper than he had anticipated.
“Is that your way of asking me out – superficial flattery about my body parts?”
She looked up with a strange expression.
“Depends… is it working?”
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Actually… yes! You picked your time to come out to me – especially after that horny little epic.”
“Wow – I never thought you were that easy! Shit, wish I’d worked that out years ago… get him really horny and then offer him your body – seems really obvious when I say it out loud. So… eh, would you… God, I can’t believe I can go all shy again after the things I told you. Can we go back to your place, get some food in, get some booze and… spend the night together?”
He leaned over and looked serious again.
“Diane… to be honest, I’d really like to do that because I’ve always found you desirable and have thought about you on numerous occasions – even when I’ve been with someone else, but… this might be the worst idea we’ve ever come up with – swapping the best friendship I’ve got for a few wild nights? You’re the only friend in my life that I really trust and feel at ease with no matter how long they’re around me! This would be a risky gamble – from my point of view.”
She stroked his face and leaned forward, quickly brushing her lips over his.
“It’s burned one way or the other – you now know I’ve always fancied you and I know that you know… it’s never going to be the same again anyway. I’m not looking for a quick tumble… well. I am in a way, but only if you really don’t want to… give it a shot with me – like, us… as a… couple?”
“So – no more ‘little sister’ stuff?” he asked with a hint of laughter
“God, no – that was always a thorn in my side when I wanted to press my face on yours time and again… no, definitely no more ‘little sister’ - unless it’s in some kinky, twisted way, of course!”
He laughed and shook his head.
“You know, the horror of this is that… you’re going to be able to keep up with me or even leave me way back behind you in this field now!”
“Oh, I doubt that very much… but even if it was true, you’d still kind of like it – wouldn’t you?”
“Shit – you know me all too well… there’ll be no surprises for us, you know!”
She shook her head and flicked her eyebrows up.
“Well… I wouldn’t bet on that! So… since I am very, very keen to get you to myself where I don’t have to worry about turning entirely to liquid… are we, well, are we going to give this a shot?”
“You know, Diane, part of me feels that the master manipulator has been expertly out-manipulated. If I thought for a second that your story was some kind of, brilliant ‘come on’ then I’d…”
Diane laughed and tossed her head back with a wide grin on her face,
“Who could make something like that up? And… if I did, then surely it has to be worthy on that level… you can always use it in your next book!”
He laughed and leaned over, stroking her face and wondering just how serious she was.
“Fine – I’m in… you’re such a superhottie that I think I must have been demento to pass on you as long as I have!”
Diane grabbed him by the neck and pulled her face to his, staring deeply into his eyes before her eyelids slowly swept down and she pressed her lips to his and felt him kiss her back as eagerly as she herself did. They were oblivious to the eyes around the Plaza watching them, locked into their own world. It took some time before they parted.
She grinned shyly as he moved back.
“Well, that’s another talent I’ve discovered you have, Jack – really good lips!”
“I’ll settle for… better than Akira!” he replied with a tight grin
Her mouth fell open in shock before she burst into the giggles.
“I didn’t let her kiss me – I saved that for you. Now, do you want to take your new girlfriend home and test out if she was telling you a story or telling the truth?”
“You don’t know how much – assuming I can walk out of here without limping or getting arrested for public indecency!”
She got up as he did, kissed him again and looked down to hip level.
“Definitely not insignificant!” she laughed as he took her hand and they walked away from the table.
They left, hand in hand, walking across the marble floored Plaza, ready to undertake a new and uncharted adventure – together.
But in the far corner of the elegant Plaza, just by the last table close to the iron fence, a figure in a chic red dress and dark, wide brimmed hat sipped at the drink in her hand and stared intently at the disappearing couple. When they had vanished from sight, she arose and walked by the edge of the marble square thoughtfully, only occasionally glancing out to the beautiful view offshore. The woman’s attention was focused on the little, sparkling strip of Diamonte ear-ring she held in her open palm, smiling tenderly. For a moment she stopped, stood still and then removed the hat to shake her dark hair free and liberating the beautiful red strips that hung down at the front in a striking manner. Her dark, Eurasian eyes twinkled menacingly as she stared over to where the entranced couple had exited with a rigidly fixed stare as if locked in some kind of deeply meditative reflection. Finally she returned to life, closed her slim fingers round the ear-ring tightly and marched across the Plaza purposefully, hat in hand. In less than a minute she too had disappeared from view to follow the same path that the couple had taken shortly before - as if a decision had been made.
Now, they were all gone - perhaps they were walking into a ‘Happy Ending’, perhaps not… who knows? The future is an uncharted land and only time can tell.

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