The Business of Pleasure (18 page)

The palm moved up the back of her leg until it met the curving cheek of her naked bottom and then he broke off the kiss, staring at her in delight.

‘No knickers!’ he crowed. ‘You really are a wanton hussy, aren’t you?’

‘I didn’t think I’d need them.’

‘Such a practical girl. I like it. And it’s quite true – you certainly don’t need them. But I think the whole room needs to know just what a fast little slut you are, don’t you, Milady?’

Without waiting for her reply, he flipped the black sparkly froth of petticoats up, exposing her soft white bottom with its frame of black suspenders to the company. Many were too absorbed to notice, but there was some clapping and whistling and shouts of approbation at the sight of the fleshy curves disappearing down to the unhidden mound of her sex. Dick, not wanting anyone to miss the sight, drew further attention to it with a loud slap on her cheeks, cracking out like a pistol shot across the heath.

‘Stand and deliver!’ he proclaimed. ‘I think it’s time I fucked you, Milady.’

Milady certainly wasn’t going to argue, even if Charlotte might have done, and she allowed him to steer her over to the divans. En route another couple stood in their way – a tall man dressed as a pirate with a full face mask and his partner, a curvaceous blonde who seemed to be some kind of kinky bunny girl in tight PVC and black horns rather than rabbit ears.

‘Excuse me,’ said the bunny girl, putting a hand out to touch Dick’s chest. ‘We’ve been watching you and we wondered if you’d like a foursome. Captain Masters and I are wearing the same pendants as you. I know it’s a bit cheeky to ask, but …’

‘Milady?’

Charlotte, determined to go with the flow, merely batted the question back to Dick, who laughed and smacked her bum again.

‘I might have known, you racy little whore. Milady here will take on all-comers, it seems. Very well. But I want Milady first, and I want both girls at the same time. Those are my conditions. Do you accept?’

The pirate nodded resignedly, seating himself on the edge of a free divan and settling in to watch the show.

‘Right then. Let’s see. Bunny Girl, you can suck my cock while Milady here sits on my face. How’s that for starters?’

Dick stretched himself out on the divan, unbuttoning his fly for Bunny’s greater ease of access and stretching out his arms either side in mute invitation to Charlotte. Charlotte pulled up her skirts and placed her knees beside Dick’s ears, lowering herself steadily until the tip of his nose caught the end of her sex lips and then his hot breath was circulating around her wet slit. He caught her hips in each hand and slowed her descent, making it a drawn-out tease, flicking the tip of his tongue around her outer lips and the crease of her thighs until she was ready to beg for a direct hit on her clit.

Dick laughed richly into her cunt, the vibrations from his chest making her rock a little back and forth. Craning her neck around, she could see Bunny’s slick red lips wrapped around a thick column of cock – it looked hot, and she wanted to be part of the hotness.

‘Please, Dick,’ she muttered, working every muscle from abdomen to knee to try and force her clit into his mouth. ‘Please lick it, please.’

‘A gentleman never refuses a lady,’ he growled, allowing her finally to crush those hot wet petals against his hungry lips and tongue.

Charlotte, looking around her, could see that they were a popular spectacle. Under the artificially roseate light, the crowds drew closer, enjoying this piquant variation on the
soixante-neuf
. It was not the first time Charlotte had performed for an audience, but it was certainly the largest group she had bared flesh in front of. Usually she was shy, enjoying the masochistic humiliation of it, but tonight the mask nerved her, and she let her exhibitionist streak run rampant. She ground herself on Dick’s ravenous mouth, pushing her breasts up and together before wrenching down the top of her dress, so that they were visible to all. A cheer and some whistling greeted the revelation, so she continued the motion, keeping her spine straight, while Dick squeezed his fists into her rear cheeks before pulling them apart, making sure there was nothing sacred, nothing off-limits.

Suddenly he stopped and retracted his tongue, pushing her roughly off.

‘Turn around,’ he growled. ‘I want you to watch Bunny there when she gets a mouthful.’

Obediently, Charlotte repositioned herself so that she faced the hardworking Bunny, whose cheekbones were hollow with all the sucking. Once again, Dick’s mouth enveloped her dripping cleft, his tongue pushing harder now, a serious muscle probing every crack and crevice of her – but now he had added an exploratory thumb between her bum cheeks, pushing and circling, encouraging her to lean forward and stick her backside out further, to yield it to him. Charlotte gasped as the thumb broke through the border of her rear passage, beginning to jiggle and buck in earnest, her climax approaching fast.

The crowd were calling constant encouragement now; closer and closer they drifted until hands could reach out and touch her breasts and flanks. She saw a man come behind Bunny and twist the little fluffy tail around, so that it was obvious it must be a butt plug. Everyone wanted a handful, a piece of this action.

Bunny, her hands in their fishnet fingerless gloves around the base of Dick’s cock, gave a final guttural sound and then Charlotte knew that she was sucking up and swallowing the highwayman’s seed and the sight of it made her come hard on her temporary lover’s tongue, the orgasm intensified by his spreading of her cheeks and thumbing of her arse. She fell forward, almost banging foreheads with Bunny, who was sliding her lips up the detumescing cock in triumph, her face landing on the billowy fabric of Dick’s shirt, crossed diagonally with a leather holster-holder.

Dick, smiling roguishly with a glistening lower face and chin, allowed his handmaidens to dismount, sitting up slightly and leaning back on the cushions.

‘That was most excessively diverting,’ he drawled. ‘But poor Bunny didn’t get to come. Milady, I think you should help her out. Start with a nice kiss.’

Charlotte shuffled tentatively over to the other woman, wanting to ask her permission first, but feeling somehow that Dick would be disappointed if she did. Instead, they flung themselves against each other and lay down on the divan, engaging in a long and sensual kiss. Dick gave instructions at regular intervals, and they followed them without question. ‘Squeeze her tits.’ ‘Get those fingers down between her legs … that’s it.’ ‘Suck her nipples.’ ‘Milady, I think she needs you to lick her clit now.’

Charlotte went to work on the Bunny girl, snapping open her crotch zip and burying her nose in the damp, sweet delta that lay there. She was so busy discovering this new and underused talent that she did not notice Dick rousing himself from his languor and crawling over to the pirate. By the time she had licked Bunny to a squeaking, quivering orgasm, the pirate was well on the way to his own climax, courtesy of Dick’s silver tongue and deep male throat.

When the pirate caught Charlotte’s eyes upon him, he wrenched Dick up by the hair and flung him aside, then he fell upon Bunny, getting her on her knees and ready for rear entry.

‘That looks so fucking hot,’ commented Dick, rubbing his head where the pirate had pulled his hair so unceremoniously. ‘But really, I could take offence at that. Are my blow jobs that bad?’

Charlotte, bemused, replied, ‘I suppose I’ll never know.’

‘Wouldn’t you like to? Wouldn’t you like to know how it feels to have a cock? I often wish I could have a cunt for the day. I’d fuck as many men as I could, just to see how I could improve my own techniques. Don’t you think that would be fun?’

‘Er, maybe,’ said Charlotte guardedly, never having considered this.

‘Ah well, no point wishing for the impossible. Come on. Get on your knees, facing Bunny. Perhaps you two girls can snog each other while you’re being fucked. I think the audience would like that. What a sight.’

It was indeed quite a sight, and Bryant, in the midst of the crowd with a glass of champagne, would have found it aesthetically pleasing. Two beautiful masked girls, their backs sloping and breasts dangling, their lips joined and their bottoms thrust up, getting fucked hard and fast by two handsome men, slamming and slapping into their presented hindquarters with furious intent. He would have found it aesthetically pleasing, at least, if one of the beautiful masked girls had not been Charlotte. As it was, his pleasure in the spectacle was strictly limited. Still, who could he blame? He had brought her here. If his calculation – that she would reject the other men with lightning pendants and look for him – had been inaccurate, then that was not her fault. She did not belong to him, after all.

A small female dressed like Madame de Pompadour appeared at his elbow, smiling up at him with gleaming teeth. ‘This is the best night I’ve been to here. I’ve never watched such a hot foursome before, have you?’

He noted that she was wearing a heart pendant.

‘It’s my first time,’ he confessed.

‘Oh really? Your first time?’ The woman put a kid-gloved hand on his elbow. ‘I could show you the ropes if you like.’

He smiled at her, a little wistfully. ‘You know, I hadn’t planned any bondage for tonight.’

She tutted and tossed her head. ‘You know what I mean, silly.’

‘I think I’ll just watch the rest of this show … and then think about my next move.’

‘Do you mind if I watch with you?’

‘Of course not.’

The woman moved into his side, pressing against him, and letting her hand drop, as if accidentally, down to his groin.

Back in the glare of full exposure, Charlotte whimpered into Bunny’s mouth, taking the final fusillade from her dandy highwayman, who gripped her hips and roared into her. The pirate, whom she could just make out if she rolled her eyes up and peered between Bunny’s incongruous fluffy ears, was coming to a similar conclusion, though he was strangely quiet and none of the expected coarse oaths made their way through his heavy beard. When he had finished with Bunny, he withdrew without comment, re-laced his piratical trews and stood by the divan, watching Charlotte, it seemed, rather more intently than was necessary. Did he expect a turn with her now? Would she be able to take another partner tonight, or had the highwayman plundered all her treasures to the extent that she would prefer to hang back for the rest of the evening? She was not sure how long the foursome was supposed to last, or if there was some point of etiquette that demanded each partner have equal access to the available prizes.

She fell forward on to the sticky plush, her face finding it almost as sharp as Dick’s stubble, while he set about the further divesting of his clothes. For him, it seemed, the evening was far from over.

‘Phew, I’m melting,’ he commented, and it was true that the underground room was humid and its air almost suffocatingly dense. ‘Fancy a hot tub, Milady?’

Charlotte, flat on her stomach with her cocktail dress torn and disarranged around her naked breasts and bottom and her hard-used quim, thought it was an interesting proposition, but she lacked the energy to go anywhere or do anything just at that moment.

‘She’s beat,’ said Bunny breathlessly. ‘But I’ll go with you. She can come in later.’

Dick took Bunny’s arm and the nearly-naked man and dishevelled bunny girl took their bows and their applause before cutting a path through their fans and out beyond a beaded curtain at the far end of the room.

‘
Not even a kiss goodbye
,’ thought Charlotte in confusion. ‘
Not even a “Thank you, ma’am” after all the whamming and bamming
.’ Even Collins and Bryant at the height of their sadistic conspiracies were not so cruel or dismissive. It wasn’t that she was against being used in public, it was just … oh, what was it? Charlotte had to accept that she didn’t know what made her uneasy about the scenario. Something was missing. That was all she knew. And then she looked up to find that the pirate was looming over her with folded arms. Couldn’t he see that she was rumpled, crumpled, ruined and stained? Couldn’t he just go and let her sort herself out?

‘You look fucked,’ he said, and the voice was instantly familiar, low and caressing, with an undertow of velvety menace.

She scrambled instantly to her knees, wrapping her arms around her bare breasts, mouth wide open in shock.

‘Mr Collins!’

The audience had drifted away, many of them into their own frantic couplings, and Charlotte and Pirate Collins seemed almost the only people in the room who weren’t fucking – writhing bodies, vanilla and chocolate and coffee, filled the divans with heaving, throbbing lust in action as far as the eye could see. Bryant seemed to have wandered off the map, unless he was in the Jacuzzi, or one of the dancers – more like gropers now – on the floor.

‘Don’t say my name. We don’t have names here.’

Charlotte had no idea what to say next. She felt obscurely ashamed, as if caught out in a misdemeanour, though heaven knew she had done all sorts of equally depraved things with Collins either involved or observing.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘What are
you
doing here? Who are you here with?’

‘Mr Bryant.’

Collins stroked his falsely-bearded chin for a moment. Something told Charlotte that he was angry, though he was not a man who ever betrayed outward emotion.

‘He had no right,’ he said at last, so tightly that Charlotte felt frightened for her other employer.

‘It was research,’ she whispered. ‘For a client.’

‘That’s what I’m here for. It’s too bad. Bryant has gone too far. I know what he is planning, and I won’t stand for it.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean, dear nameless tart, that Bryant is greedy and doesn’t like to share.’

‘Share? Me?’

A nod was the terse rejoinder.

‘That’s absurd,’ said Charlotte with a near-hysterical laugh. ‘If he doesn’t want to share me, why would he take me to a swingers’ club?’

‘I suspect he planned to keep hold of you. Perhaps put on a show with you while the others watched. Or perhaps not take part at all – just watch with you and then take you home. To bed.’ It sounded, for all his blank delivery of the words, as if there was a volcano boiling up inside Collins, and Charlotte was a little nervous of being there when it erupted.