0 comments/ 26449 views/ 0 favorites Telling Tales By: Rocket This is a culmination to the 'Mistaken Identity' stories. However it stands alone, as the earlier submissions have been reworked and make up the first half. I refrain from calling it the conclusion, because as you will find, some stories are still to be told. * * * * * Every year, grown men and women in this town dress up in costumes and masks and gather to drink and dance and be someone else. And every year, I attend, as Joe the Journo, Pete the Paparazzi, or some other media figure. Pretending to be what I really am, I am able to move about freely, taking photos, asking questions; all the time hoping to expose the town's business folk for what that really are. Ingenious, don't you think. But that's enough about me. This year's party started out the same way. Then I saw her, and from that moment, only one story mattered. One where the costume party would prove to be just the beginning. Chapter 1 With both hands full on her way back from the bar, Sara the Slut is easy prey for the character blocking her path. "Let me purge your sins, my child," urges the Padre, clamping his mouth on hers. One prolonged French kiss later, it is a breathless Padre who needs saving. Sara laughs at his predicament. "Here, let me check," offers the Nurse, back from helping Houdini escape from his assistant. She takes a firm grip on his rising interest. "Now cough, Padre." He does. And is pronounced alive. That's how it is at this and every other year's Combined Charities Costume Party with Masks. The Nurse examines patients and gets away with it, because that's what nurses do. Dick the Detective threatens to body search everyone, except the Nun, even when behaviour becomes less and less....um, holy. Dracula bites stranger's necks, because that's what Dracula does. And Sara the Slut - well, you get the picture. In her black lycra, heels and fishnet stockings, she greets everyone with her price list and 'worth-every-cent' smile. "Lesbian: $50 a half hour; group: $200; Interracial: $50 an hour. Anything else I can't get at home is negotiable." Mike the Miser isn't convinced. Toulouse-Lautrec rushes to her defense. "You must be kidding. Quibbling over those prices? Look at those tits," he argues. "But have you seen them?" counters Mike. "They mightn't be real." "Well, what about her arse? What a great arse! And her legs...man." "What would you know? You're just a mad little artist"- "With an oversized dick!" "And a case of the clap that ultimately kills you." "Not before I make a whole lot of whores happy," he says, with a wink to Sara. He needn't have bothered. Sara- quite the artist herself- knows all about the legend of Toulouse-Lautrec. And it's unlikely that this pretender will be able to measure up. "So, can I do you?" The voice interrupts her thoughts. "Can you what?" "What about it? Can I do a sketch of you?" "Weren't all your models nude?" "Of course?" "And that's what you have in mind for me?" "Of course!" "I don't come cheap." "And I'm not used to paying." "I'm free!" It's that persistent Nurse. "Looks like you missed your chance," says Lautrec to Sara. "And you." "How do you figure that?" "Well, I was thinking it should be me doing you. Now that would be an interesting twist to the tale." "You paint?" "Oh yeah." "And she can come along?" he asks, pointing to the Nurse. "If she's got 50 bucks. For each half hour." Recollections of Sara's price list conjure images he has always considered priceless. "It's a deal!" someone yells. All three turn towards a leering Mike the Miser, who adds, "And I'd better get my money's worth." _______________________________ Dracula is pissed. And pissed off. At the time of the night that should belong to him, Sara the Slut has forgotten he exists. Instead she is being way too nice to that miserly Mike. Buying him drinks and all. Bet he's ripping her off. Well, fuck her! I'm off to see the Nurse. Dracula rises from the bar and teeters towards the booth where the Nurse and Lautrec are saying farewell to a bunch dominated by Sherwood forest dwellers. "You can't be leaving yet," he mumbles. "Sorry, Drac," she says. "But I'm on morning shift." "And I'm making sure she's fit to get there," smirks Lautrec. "But I'm sure these guys plan to kick on." Dracula looks over the group. Maid Marion appears determined to see if Little John isn't so little. Not that Robin seems to mind. Will Scarlett's tights have caught his attention. Friar Tuck is right out of luck. But there is someone else. Looks like it's the Nun- or none. Minutes later, Dracula is too busy with the Nun to notice the quartet of Mike the Miser and Sara the Slut, and Toulouse-Lautrec and the Nurse leave arm in arm. But they notice him. And the irony of Count Dracula's hand under a Nun's habit is not lost on them. "Wish I had a camera," remarks Sara. Magically, a bright flash captures the moment. "See, tonight your wishes do come true!" calls Lautrec. As they might for the shadowy character who has decided to follow them to her home. ________________________________ Dick the Detective is dirty. For the hour since the revelers entered the house, he has been hiding in the bushes hoping the phantom photographer will make an appearance. An hour he could have spent back at the party deciding who would get a ride in his police car. More than enough time for the jerk to turn up here, if he was going to. He has passed the time applying his deductive skills to what has unfolded. And right now, from the lights and laughter, he knows they are all in the loft. Which he just might be able to see into if he stands on the garden gnome in the rose bed. So he does. In time to see Sara appear, now wearing a long paint-stained shirt tied at her waist, and apparently bugger all else. She gestures to the couch, onto which Toulouse-Lautrec unceremoniously flops. "No,no, no," she admonishes. "Get them off, just like I would have had to." All of a sudden, Toulouse-Lautrec isn't so cocky. "Get on with it!" "But I'm, well, uh, there's a bit happening down there." "I'd be insulted if there wasn't," she replies. "Either you do it, or I will." Which prompts him to quickly remove his shirt and, with a flourish, toss it onto the ceiling fan. He has barely laid back on the couch when she orders, "Now the rest." "No way. A man's gotta have some pride," he argues. "Like you think that way when the roles are reversed." Dick the Detective is impressed when she doesn't give Lautrec time to answer. But not nearly as much as when she bends over, her bare arse flashing as she takes the legs of Lautrec's pants and tries to drag them off him. They hold firm, and she climbs on the couch, straddling the wide- eyed victim before leaning forward to untie the waist sash on his costume. Again the shirt rides up, and again Dick is flashed. He begins to wobble atop the gnome. Another tug, this time at the hips, and the pants move ever so slightly. And again. They move a little more. Like a slow strip. Too slow. Sara leans right over, and takes a determined grip on the pants at the waist. Dick leans right over, and the gnome squeezes out from under him. As he is falling, the last thing he sees is a bright flash, and a huge hard-on spring free, almost slapping a startled Sara across the face. When he lands on the concrete gnome, his own erection is stunned by the agony. Sara and Toulouse-Lautrec are speechless. She is staring at what's in front of her. And he is staring at the ceiling. "All right then. But I don't measure up as an artist," he concedes. In half an hour, Sara has created a minor masterpiece. Watching on, Mike the Miser and the Nurse are suitably impressed. "Are you sure my honour is safe?" demands Toulouse-Lautrec. "Just seeing to it," says Sara. Amid some giggles, Sara adds his mask. "All done," she exclaims. "So who's next," asks Toulouse-Lautrec. "I know!" suggests the Nurse. "What about this?" In a flash, she had joined Lautrec on the couch. She hitches up her skirt and makes out she is riding him. "Hang on," says Sara. "I'm the worker here. And I'm ready for a drink." "In the spa?" asks Mike the Miser. "You've got a spa? What are we doing here?" With that Lautrec tosses the nurse aside and is up again. "It's down there," concedes Sara, pointing to the detached room. "Complete with bar. I'll be along in a minute." By the time she rejoins them, they are already in the spa. Not surprisingly, clothes are strewn on the floor. At once, they descend on the food she has brought. "Are you getting in here? Or do we have to come and get you?" Mike demands. Still in her shirt, Sara joins them. In no time it is wet through. The material clings to her large breasts, doing nothing to hide them. She suspects her dark bush is also visible, and cares enough to stay below the turbulent water. The Nurse wades over. "What's up with the clothes?" "It's just me being the real me," Sara responds. "Well I like the other you better," says the Nurse, reaching for the last of the frankfurts. "So if she turns up, would you tell her we should put on a show for the guys?" With that, she offers the frankfurt to Sara. "No, you have it." "We'll share," says the Nurse, suggestively taking it in her mouth. One half protrudes, which Sara accepts. Someone, maybe both of them, slowly takes more of it into their mouth, which causes their lips to move closer and closer, and the meat to disappear. It's enough to make a grown man grow some more. The Nurse's arms wrap around Sara, before her hands disappear under the water. The men can only guess what's going on. Finally the girls' lips meet- just a touch at first. Then the sausage reappears, wet and red, before disappearing again; heralding a fierce kiss that leaves the onlookers breathless. Sara locks eyes with Mike the Miser, approaching behind the Nurse. He presses up close, before reaching out, and enclosing both women in his long arms. Sara can feel his hands sliding down the Nurse's arms, and is sure she knows where they are headed. She spreads her stance a little. Suddenly the girls are pulled apart. And in disbelief, Sara watches Mike the Miser lead the Nurse away to the other side of the room. _______________________ Now alone with Toulouse-Lautrec, Sara knows he is going to make a move. Instead, he springs out of the spa, his cock bouncing right in front of her before he wanders over to the bar for two more drinks. "Looks like something has him all worked up," Sara calls. "I might be getting on, but I'm not dead yet," is the response. "Well, now is your chance. I'm sure the Nurse can find the time, or the place, for one more." "But I wouldn't want to leave you here on your own," he says on returning. "Unless you want to join in too." "Thanks. But no thanks," Sara replies, casually resting her head on his shoulder. "That's nice," Lautrec says. She decides to leave it there a little longer. "Is your mind off the others now?" Sara asks. "Not yet." Sara muzzles her lips into the side of his neck. "What about now?" "Uh- not entirely. But I think this will help!" Toulouse-Lautrec turns to kiss her, and barely believes it when she doesn't pull away. He lifts his lips, and looks into her dark eyes- eyes that are saying 'it's OK if you want to kiss me again'- and he does, more passionately this time. Her mouth opens to the flick of his tongue, and she kisses him back; now pressing against him, her tits squashed against his bare chest. Too quickly, it ends. "What about now?" "Definite improvement," he says. "We're on the right track then. So what else will help?" "I think it will help if this is undone," he says, reaching for the knot tied in her shirt. She stands unmoved, almost defiantly as he works the knot undone, and allows the ends of the shirt to fall. Sara laughs as he curses animatedly when the shirt still covers her breasts. "Hate to see a grown man suffer!" she teases, and spreads her arms, allowing her breasts to bounce into view. "Is your mind off the others now?" "They're amazing; you're amazing," he says into her ear. They are interrupted when, from across the room, the Nurse calls, "Why don't you guys join us?" When they turn around to respond. Toulouse-Lautrec wraps his arms around Sara's waist. For what seems like forever, neither of them move. Eventually Lautrec speaks. "Sara, can I ask you if you have done anything like that before?" "What a question to ask a lady!" she laughs. "Oops!" "Have you?" "I have to be honest and plead guilty." Toulouse-Lautrec replies. "So what's keeping you back now?" "I like the present company." She knows that he means it, and thanks him by putting her hands on his, and raising them to her hard nipples. "And if we both join in?" she asks. "Right now I want to keep the present company to myself." "Smart answer," Sara says, playfully reaching behind and grabbing his erect cock. Toulouse-Lautrec jumps at her touch. He expects her to release it immediately. She doesn't. "Nice cock," Sara says. "Nice tits," Lautrec replies. "Perhaps they should get together." Sara turns to face him, and slowly peels off the shirt. "Is this what you were thinking?" she enquires. Toulouse-Lautrec drops to his knees in the water, his head now at her waist. He slides his tongue into her navel, before muzzling at the hint of soft down that is visible above the bubbling water. At water level, he stops, then works his way up, licking under each heavy breast before moving onto her nipples. Sara reaches down, and pulls one of her breasts to her mouth, just reaching the nipple; sharing it with his mouth until their tongues meet and they want something else. Lautrec slips his tongue in and out of Sara's mouth and she understands and sucks it, as if it is the cock she is holding. "Show me what you want," Sara says into his mouth. Lautrec sits her on the steps of the spa, and stands in front, pressing his cock between her tits. Knowingly, Sara squeezes them together as he begins to fuck the valley between them. She decides to go further, and occasionally bends down to tease the fat head with her mouth, drawing a deep gasp from him each time her lips touch his cock. Now Lautrec begins to push higher, offering more of his cock to that beautiful mouth, and finds it willing; the lips pursed so that each upstroke breaks its way into the warm mouth. Way too soon he feels his orgasm approaching, and warns her. "You are going to make me come if you keep that up." "Now do you want to join the others?" Sara asks. ____________________________ Next morning, a tired Sara crawls out of bed. She dresses, and gathers up the costumes from the floor, before heading into the kitchen. She is surprised to see her partner already at the table, his head buried in the morning newspaper. "Guess what?" he calls. "Looks like Dick has got himself in deep shit again." She approaches and kisses him on top of the head. On the front page of the local paper is a photo of the Detective sprawled out in someone's garden. The caption reads 'Garden gnome foils prying eye.' "Wonder where that was?" he asks. Men! Sometimes you don't even know what goes on in your own backyard. Chapter 2 Sara is doing her best to appear unfazed by her partner's unexpected presence at breakfast. "When did you get back in town?" she asks nonchalantly. "Last night," he replies. "When, last night?" "Does it matter?" "You didn't come to bed." "I didn't want to wake you, so I crashed in one of the spare rooms. Anyway, the bedroom door was locked." "And were you alone?" "What sort of question is that?" he barks. "It's a joke, grumble-bum. It's just that Mike and some others bunked here after the party. And I had visions of you stumbling in on them." "Mike's here?" "It's not like it's the first time he has stayed over," she counters. "Yeah, but not when I've been away." "Oh, really?" He thinks he sees her smirk. "Anyway, how was the party this year?" he inquires. "I wasn't sure about going as the slut, not without my favourite pimp." "You were OK. I asked Mike to look after you." "You what?" "I mean, you know, just keep an eye out. Not to spy on you or anything." "I can't believe you did that." "What's the big deal. You made it home in one piece." "It's a big deal to me." "I don't know why." "Because it puts a different slant on all the extra attention he gave me." "What kind of attention?" "The kind that helps a man get lucky." She leaves him to wrestle with that notion, and heads off for a shower. The cool shower proves to be just the tonic she needs. Sara decides to wait awhile, letting the morning air dry her. Her peace is interrupted when Mike and Toulouse-Lautrec wander into the bathroom, clearly feeling the effects of last night's drinking. They haven't noticed her behind the screen, and she decides to leave it that way. Toulouse heads straight for the toilet pedestal, and noisily pisses into the bowl. "Geez, I needed that," he says, shaking his limp dick dry. "Now I could eat a horse. Wonder where the girls are?" "Beats me," says Mike, pushing Toulouse aside to get his turn to relieve himself. "My guess is they are still asleep. Forget the horse! I could eat Sara, no worries." Sara decides it's just the moment to step from behind the shower screen. "Morning boys!" she says, casually reaching for her clothes. "You don't look at all well. Would a bit of breakfast help?" Mike is the first to recover. "I'd kill for some bacon and eggs," he replies, and is caught staring at the magnificent tits in front of him. "They're called breasts, Mike," Sara teases. "And what about you, Lautrec?" "I knew that!" __________________________ Sara is surprised by how aroused she has become. It gets worse when she detours to tidy up the spa room, still in a T shirt that is just long enough. As she rushes uneasily through the task, Lautrec catches up with her. "I'm going to go, Sara. I just wanted to see if you are OK about last night before I do." "I'm fine with it, Toulouse-Lautrec." "Actually it's Charlie." "Charlie eh? It's good to put a face and a real name to, well, you know! Anyway, it's OK. Things probably worked out for the best." "Probably, but I just want you to know that doesn't usually happen. In fact it hasn't happen before." "That's what all the guys say!" "Seriously, it hasn't. But when you asked did I want to join the others, I"- "You don't have to explain what happened. They were my tits in the firing line, remember." "You still could have gone over to the others." "I know. But the moment had passed." "And now we'll never know." "Isn't that the best way to leave it?" she asks, and heads for the door. "I'll probably die wondering!" he calls after her. He hears her laugh. "Can't I have at least have a clue?" he pleads. He is left with the image of her flicking up the back of the T shirt to flash that wondrous arse. ____________________________ While Sara is fixing a belated breakfast for Mike, her partner wanders back into the kitchen. "I have to call into the office for a while. Do you want me to drop your costume back to the shop?" "That would be sweet," she says cheerfully. "It's that bag over there." "What about you, Mike? Will I wait and give you a lift home?" "I'll be fine mate. I reckon the walk will do me good." "What about the others?" "I don't now where the nurse is. She disappeared sometime during the night. And Charlie said he had to go." Telling Tales Early on one weekday morning, we were up and busy getting ready for work. Susan was in the bedroom, sorting her clothes when the doorbell rang, I picked up my keys and went to answer it. The postman had a package that needed to be signed for. I returned his pen and closed the front door as Susan came out into the hall. 'Oh! A parcel! Who's it for?' She asked excitedly. 'Well, it has my name on the label, but it's really for both of us.' I replied taking it into the kitchen. 'Good! What is it?' I got a knife from the drawer and began to cut through the tape sealing the cardboard box. 'I expect that it's the stuff we ordered on-line the other weekend.' I told her, folding back the flaps and delving inside. For a moment Susan looked puzzled - but then when I pulled out a DVD case she grinned and remembered what we had done. 'Oh! That stuff!' She laughed, looking at the cover as I turned it over. 'Mmmm..Yes! That stuff.' I grinned back at her. The DVD cover showed two very lovely naked young ladies smiling and embracing each other as one of them was riding a big long cock, reverse cowgirl style. Turning it around the back showed more rude scenes from the film, very nice too I thought. I rifled through the box and pulled out three more DVD's, all adult ones and handed them over to Susan, who was eagerly waiting to have a look-see. She took them and looked them over. 'Is my stuff in there too?' She asked, trying to peer into the box. 'Oh, yes! Here you are.' I said, and I pulled out a soft packet and a long cardboard box which I handed over to her as she put the dirty films aside. A while back I decided that I wanted to buy some rude DVDs to watch. I didn't want to hide these from Susan and had in fact thought that it might be fun if Susan wanted to watch some of them with me too. When I asked her if it would be okay, Susan just said: 'Fine, get whatever you want, I'm not sure that I'll want to watch any of them with you, but I don't mind you having some to watch. As long as you remember not to neglect me!' She added sternly. So, the other weekend I sat down on a Saturday evening at the computer and pulled up a site that supplied adult goods. It was very enjoyable sitting there with a beer looking through the various categories of films available, my cock was hard in my jeans when Susan came in to check up on me. I smiled at her as she walked in through the door. 'Looking at the porn again, you dirty little sod!' She teased me as she came over and perched herself on my lap, wriggling about on my stiffy. 'I was just looking through the dirty movies. I was going to order some, like I said to you the other day, if that's still okay?' Susan put her wine glass aside and took the mouse from me and clicked on shopping cart. 'Let's see what you have chosen so far?' 'I haven't picked any yet. You can help me if you like, or chose some for yourself.' I said, a little tentatively. 'Like I said, I'm not really interested, but you go ahead and I'll sit here and watch'. I decided it would be a good idea to get some that had couples or small groups in them, something that might interest the both of us. I looked for ones that had nice looking guys as well as pretty girls – my goodness, these porno guys were well endowed I thought looking at the stills. I have to say that not a lot of it looked very interesting or very erotic, many of the films were way over the top or had stupid themes to them. But in the end we agreed on a couple, Susan seemed to of got quite interested as we went along, picking films to look at and expressing her opinion, if she thought it looked sexy or not - perhaps the bulge in my pants sticking up into her arse was having something to do with arousing her interest, it was certainly helping mine - feeling her sitting on me. We chose two from that category and then feeling emboldened by the way things were going I said that I'd like to get a lesbian film as well. Susan laughed. 'Hmmm...Yeah! I guessed that you would. Go on then, have a look.' Well it's no secret that guys like to look at pretty girls getting it on together, and it certainly floats my boat, and Susan knows this. She doesn't mind, but whenever I have broached the subject to her in the past it has met with a definite 'No' on her part. It's not that she finds the idea disgusting, in fact she has often looked at pictures of ladies or lesbians getting it on in magazines and on-line with me. She has read some stories too and enjoyed doing that, it seems to interest her, but she just doesn't want to do it herself. I really don't mind, I'm very happy with our sex life as it is, but I have to admit that it is one of my favourite secret fantasies to see her with another woman getting it on all the same! Actually, of late she did let slip about having a fantasy of having sex with another woman she had seen while out one evening. This admission was made at a party talking with a few of her girly friends and she was quite drunk at the time. I was standing on the fringes of the group and was very surprised to hear her say this and enormously turned on too. I pretended not to be listening and didn't press her on the subject, but I kept thinking about what she had said. I just wondered if the ice was beginning to melt and have to admit that part of the idea of buying these films was to maybe get her to watch a lesbian film and see what her reaction was to it, to see if it inspired her, if you see what I mean? With that in mind I tried to choose carefully. I didn't want a film with loads of silicon porn stars hamming it up and using gigantic toys etc. I wanted one that was going to be rude, but also sensual and realistic. Susan seemed quite interested in my search and in the end helped me choose one which looked like it might fulfill my criteria. It featured three pairs of young ladies getting together in three films. It looked promising, so I added it to the basket. 'Okay, that's you sorted out. Now something for me I think.' Said Susan, taking control. She moved to the toys section and we had a look through the various devices together. Susan has a couple of vibrators already, a small plastic pocket rocket and a longer pink soft touch foam one that is very powerful. She wasn't interested in the weird bondage gear or strap-ons thank goodness! But she did see something that she had always wanted and we hadn't got round to buying so far. It was the famous 'Rabbit' type one with the vibrating ears that touch the clitoris when it is pushed inside. This one was the deluxe version that also had the rotating section of small balls in the lower section of the shaft. 'Mmm..Everone says that these are fantastic fun.' Said Susan. 'I think I'll have one of those, lets order one.' 'Okay. I hope it's not too good, I don't want to be out of a job you know!' I joked, adding it to our order. 'Now, how about some lingerie too?' I prompted, and we took a look at what they had to offer. Susan has quite a lot of nice lingerie to wear and she is very choosy, but in the end I persuaded her to get a fishnet body-stocking. I thought that she would look great in that. Back to today: 'Looks like we have something to do this evening then.' I said to Susan who was now reading the instructions for her new sex toy. 'Yes. Gee! Look at the time. I need to get going, I've got an important meeting later today and I need to get some figures sorted for it.' She handed me back her items and hurried off to finish getting ready. I put everything back in the box and put it away in the wardrobe. All day at work I was pretty excited about the stuff that had arrived this morning. I couldn't wait to get through the day and get home to have a good look and see if it was any good. I arrived home in the early evening, got washed up and changed and had a quick snack. Just as I was finishing it the phone rang and it was Susan telling me that she was going to be late as the meeting had thrown up some problems that she had to deal with then and there. I was a little disappointed as I was really anticipating our evening together, having some sexy fun with her. Still it couldn't be helped and Susan promised me that she'd be not too late and make it up to me, so I was happy again. I got a cold beer from out of the fridge and went into the bedroom to get out the parcel from this morning. I took it into the lounge and unpacked the DVDs, looking through the covers. I put in one of the couple/group films and sat back in the chair, remote in hand. The filming and quality was very good, nice and clear and the scenes were very raunchy. There were several sections that looked like Susan would enjoy watching too which was good. I didn't watch them all the way through, but skipped through the chapters having a quick peek at each. When I had worked my way through that film I went and got myself another beer, I was having fun and was really hoping that Susan got home soon so that my hard cock could get some relief! The next film that I decided to watch was the lesbian one. The first section wasn't very good, the girls were very lovely, but they were porn actress types and were overdoing it a bit with the moaning and the posing. I watched it most of the way through and then went forward to next one. Now this one was more like it! The two girls were amateur looking, but pretty with nice bodies and the sex was great, they really seemed to be into it and doing it for real. It was all I could do to restrain myself from taking out my aching cock, rubbing it in my hand and making it spurt then and there – but I had to save that pleasure for later with Susan! I had just loaded up the other couples movie that had arrived in the package when I heard Susan's keys in the door. 'Hi David, sorry I'm late, just couldn't be helped.' She said as she came into the lounge, taking her coat off. 'That's OK, don't worry. Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?' I asked her getting up and greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. 'No thanks, I think I'll hit the wine straight off. You pour me a glass while I pop in the shower and get changed.' 'That kind of day, huh?' I said following her through and into the kitchen as she went on to the bedroom to get some clothes. 'Yes, that kind of day, but I'm home now so I can just forget it and have a nice evening.' I poured Susan a glass of wine and got myself another beer while she was in the shower. I went back to the lounge to flick through the TV channels until Susan joined me from her shower. She looked refreshed and happy when she came in and joined me cuddling up close on the sofa. Susan asked me how my day had been, which was uneventful really, but I told her as she likes to know anyway. I hesitated for a while as we watched some program on the TV and then I added that I had watched some of the films that had arrived this morning while waiting for her to get home this evening. 'Were they any good?' Susan asked turning to me. 'They seem OK. Would you like to watch one now?' I replied. 'No, not tonight, it's getting late now. I was hoping that we could go to bed, I've been thinking about it all day. I hope that I'm not too late and you've already had a wank watching the dirty films and lost interest.' She said nuzzling up close to me and running her hand over the bulge in my jeans. 'Don't worry my Sweety, I always save it for you.' I told her as we kissed. I was feeling very horny by now and really wanted to be touching her sexy little body. We got up and went through to the bedroom. I went into the wardrobe and pulled out the fishnet body-stocking and handed it to Susan. 'Will you wear this for me?' I asked. I love her dressing up in sexy clothes. Susan took the little package and sorted through one of her drawers for a moment. 'I'll be back in a minute.' She said heading for the bathroom with an arm full of clothes. 'You make the bedroom nice with some candles and I'll be back in a moment, I want to see how this looks on me first.' I tidied the bedroom and lit a few candles and a scented oil burner and turned off the electric lighting. The ambiance was nice. Then I stripped down to my pants and arranged the pillows so that it was comfy to lie on the bed and wait while I sipped my drink. Susan came back in. She was wearing a dark red loose silk gown and the heels of the calf length black leather stiletto boots she was wearing clacked on the floor. I put my glass aside as she slid onto the bed and lay with me as I took her into my arms. We kissed and I ran my hand down over her bum, feeling it through the sheer silk material. 'So, can I see how it looks?' I asked Susan. She got off of the bed and I lay and watched as she tugged undone the silk sash and let her gown fall open to reveal what she had put on underneath. She stood there with a shy smile as my eyes roved over her. Susan had put on the body-stocking. It looked very nice clinging to her curvy body, her nipples poked through the mesh very enticingly. I was surprised to see that the crotch was cut-out, I hadn't noticed that on the picture. Her shaven pussy protruded through it like a little silk purse. Her pussy is so nice, the inner lips are slim and tidy and when she stands they hide inside her mound and make a beautiful little slit that just drives my cock wild! Black high heeled leather boots completed the outfit, she looked very sexy and I told her so pulling her to me. My hands roamed over her body, exploring it through the mesh. I slipped my fingers between her thighs and found the exposed area there. I ran a finger up and down her slit, stopping at the top to circle around her clit, Susan sighed with pleasure and kissed me lightly. 'That's nice.' She breathed in my ear. 'Mmmm..it feels nice to touch it. I love to touch your pussy.' I told her as I continued my attentions between her legs, she was getting wet down there. 'So do you fancy having a go with your new toy?' I asked her. 'Yes, that would be nice. Would you like to use it on me?' She smiled as I climbed over her to get to the wardrobe. Sometimes I will use her other vibrator to play with her pussy, tease her clit with the vibrations, to spread her lips and watch it disappear into her love tunnel as I push it in and hear her moan. But tonight I wanted to watch her do it to herself. I put the parcel on the bed and flipped back the flaps. 'I'd rather watch you doing it.' I said, as I got the package of the plastic pink shaft out of the box. Susan saw the DVD's in the box and took them out, turning them over and looking at the covers. 'So, you watched these already did you?' she asked. 'Yes, but not all of them, mostly just flicked through to see what they were like and whether or not I'd wasted my money.' I replied inserting the four batteries into their compartment in the base. 'And were they any good?' 'Yeah, not bad. You might like some of them, I certainly liked one!' 'So which film did you like then?' Susan said as I handed her the primed plastic shaft. She pushed the various buttons on the control panel, experimenting with the various functions. The thing whirled and twirled like it was alive! She giggled and then selected the vibrating function and lay back and began to run it teasingly up and down her pussy. 'I watched one of the lesbian ones and it was really nice, I liked it a lot.' I told her, warming to this. 'Would you like me to tell you about it?' I asked, smiling and hoping that she would. 'Alright, tell me what happened.' Susan said. I slipped back onto the bed and moved Susan over for a moment. I pilled the pillows up so that they could support me sitting back against the headboard and then I pulled Susan to me to sit between my legs, leaning back on me, her fine long brown hair on my chest. She opened out her thighs and I could watch over her shoulder as she started to use the buzzing toy on her pussy. I reached around and cupped her breasts and thought back to the exciting film I had watched earlier. I felt a bit nervous at first - but once I began to tell her about it, it got easier as it had left quite a vivid impression. There were two girls, a blonde and a brunette and it began like this, I told her as she lay back in my arms in the dimly lit bedroom: There were two girls, mid to late twenties I'd guess, both quite pretty. One was a brunette, with long curly hair, she was very slim and had small perky little tits, barely a handful. The other was a blonde with a fuller more curvy body and medium sized round tits, both girls were shaved. After describing the girls, I began to tell Susan what happened: It started with the two girls play fighting on the bed in the bedroom. They were both wearing cut-down denim shorts and little cotton halter tops. They giggled and screamed noisily as they wrestled on top of the bed. As the fight went on and they rolled about they first pulled off each others tops and then the shorts went as well leaving both girls naked. They stopped and sat on the bed resting and drinking beer from bottles, the brunette showed the blonde her arm and complained that she had scratched her. Then she held out her hand and said. 'Look I keep my nails short. You know why?' The blonde girl said 'No'. 'Because I like to finger fuck girls pussies, that's why! Would you like me to finger fuck you?' The blonde girl just giggled and smiled at her so the slim brunette girl leaned back against the pillows and flipped her legs open. She grabbed hold of the blondes head and pulled her still laughing down to her crotch. 'You'll have to lick me first.' She told her. Susan brought the vibrator up from between her legs and played with the switches until she had turned on the rotating bead section of the shaft which spun with a quiet grinding sound. 'Is this OK? Do you want to hear more?' I asked her, wondering if she was enjoying the vibrator more than the story and would prefer if I just shut up. 'No, go on. It's nice.' She replied as she reached down between her legs to her crotch. I looked down her body to see her spread open her lips and lay the rotating shaft between them, pressing them close around it. I continued: The camera moved in closer on the blonde girls face as she went down between the other girls' legs. She smiled and stuck her tongue out and began to lick at her pussy, licking it up and down. The brunette grinned down at her told her: 'Spread my pussy.' The blonde girl did it and spread her pussy open wide. The brunette girl was still holding her beer bottle. 'Put your tongue in it like this.' She said and poked her tongue out into the bottle opening. The blonde girl did it, sticking her tongue right into her spread pussy. Susan moaned softly and turned the vibrator to push it slowly up into herself, she was apparently enjoying this. I was getting pretty turned-on too, thinking about the film and also watching Susan playing with herself, knowing that the image of the two girls was what was running through her mind, I found that a very exciting idea. After a while the brunette pushed the blonde back and said. 'I'm going to lick your pussy now, would you like that?' The blonde girl smiled and nodded. The brunette climbed on top of her lying between her legs and kissing her. She played with her nice round tits, she got hold of her small breast and rubbed her nipple against the other girls, she liked doing that, it looked very nice. Then she slipped down her kissing her way until she was at her pussy. She licked her fingers and rubbed at the blonde girls pussy lips, rubbing her clit with her thumb. The blonde girl watched her closely as the brunette used both hands to spread her wide. She leaned forward and began to lick her, pushing her tongue inside, licking and sucking at her clit. The other girl was really liking it and was moaning. Telling Tales Susan was moaning softly herself and now I felt her begin to writhe and wriggle in my embrace. Her fingers were working at her clit as she pushed the buzzing vibrator in and out of her pussy. I found her nipples through the mesh material, they were rock hard, I pinched them carefully and Susan moaned louder. Then the brunette girl pushed two fingers up into the blonde's pussy as she was licking at her clit, pushing them in and out. 'You like that?' she asked. The blonde said that she did. 'Yeah! It looks good.' The brunette moved around until she was sitting on the blondes' tummy facing her pussy. She reached down and rubbed it with both hands and then she pulled it open, the camera went in close as she spread it wide, you could see everything. Then she pushed in a finger from each hand and she stretched open the blondes hole so that you could see right inside. She put in another two fingers and pushed them deep inside, each time she pulled back she pulled her wide open again. The blonde girl was going mad. 'Let me lick your pussy.' She said, and the brunette shifted back so that her pussy was over the blondes face. She reached up and pulled her hips down and you could see her tongue licking the brunette as she finger fucked her. Susan was panting and was definitely getting there, I was rubbing my hard cock up against her back as she moved against me in her passion. She was pulling back her clitoral hood and teasing her clitty with the vibrating Rabbit ears. I was just getting to the best bit as well! The brunette girl leaned forward and licked at the blondes clit as she delved her fingers in to her pussy, her tongue flicked all over it as she stretched her pussy open. 'You like this?' asked the brunette girl. The blonde moaned. 'I'm going to put my nipple in your pussy, would you like me to do that?' The blonde gasped 'Yes.' The brunette girl got hold of her nipple and gave it a pinch. 'I'm going to make it nice and hard first.' She said. Then she moved forwards and spread the blondes' pussy wide with one hand as she guided her pointy nipple with the other. The camera moved in very close now. You could see as she rubbed it over her clit first, round and round and then she pushed it into the open pussy hole, stuffing it inside. 'Yeah, that's nice.' She said. It looked like she was trying to get it all inside, I really liked that bit... And that was as far as I got, because with a loud moan and an arch of her back, Susan came really hard. 'Did you enjoy that?' I asked when she had recovered a bit. 'Mmmm...It was very nice, you tell a good story.' She told me and smiled as she turned and pulled my pants down letting my cock spring free. Susan leaned forward and took it gently in her warm mouth, and sucked on it and licked it for a while. Then she moved up my body and embraced me. We kissed and I tasted my juices on her lips as she guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy. She slid down on it with a gasp. I've got quite a big cock and we get deep penetration from this position, usually I have to be very careful if we do it this way. But Susan was feeling very lusty and rode my hard length roughly, pounding it into herself with abandon, moaning and grunting loudly. I was so turned on that I had to concentrate not to disappoint her and ejaculate too early! Fortunately she was so hot that she came very quickly and as she gasped loudly I let my load pump into her welcoming and pulsing depths. I was surprised at how turned on Susan was by my account of the lesbian film. Next, maybe we'll watch it together, and then we'll see where that leads us! Telling Tales "Fair enough. Anyway, I'll call around later, to catch up on the gossip." The threat, implied or real, isn't lost on Sara, who insists on walking her partner to his car. He struggles to explain why it's parked around the corner. "You don't have to explain to me," she says. "Just hurry home. Mike's still here. And you know how horny I get after a night out!" _______________________________ Finally, Sara has been able to put some of last night behind her. The spa room is tidy; she has caught up with Lautrec-oops, Charlie- and has seen her partner off. Shit! The painting! Sara heads for the loft. It seems darker than usual, and she fumbles against the wall for a light switch, lucky to have her hand outstretched when something hard drives her against the wall. In an instant, she is spun around, and rough hands shove her into the centre of the dark room, where she crashes into a table and chairs. "Hey!" she protests, just as her arms are grabbed and pulled behind her. She feels a sharp pain as an ankle is kicked, then the other, signalling her to spread her legs wider. Her T shirt is lifted, and a hard cock is drawn up through her moist sex. Somehow she manages to break free and grab hold of the eager cock, hard enough to make him stop. An uneasy truce follows. Until she surprises by guiding it into her. His hands grab her hanging breasts and he begins short teasing stabs that barely let her warm lips enclose his rounded head. 'This bastard knows what he is doing,' Sara thinks, her desire to feel all of him growing with each stroke. Unexpectedly, he drives in deeply, and joined like that, steers her forward until she feels the back of a chair. Here, she crosses her arms across its top, and rests her head on them; now able to fully savour the sensation in her loins before, all too soon, her orgasm joins his. "Fuckin' awesome!" says the breathless voice in the dark. Before she can agree, he has gone. _______________________________ By the time he reaches the party hire shop, Sara's partner is desperate for a quick exit. As luck would have it, the counter is unattended. He drops the bag off, and turns to leave. But Ted the Talker spots him. "You're in a hurry!" "Unfortunately. I've got to go to work." "On a weekend. What a shame! Still, a man's got to work. You know, put food on the table. Keep the little woman happy, before someone else does. Then again, I'm working too. But I bet most of the town is still recovering from last night." "Not me. I didn't go to the party." "Didn't you? That's the thing about this business. I could make a fortune this time of the year with what I know about the party. Luckily, I'm not a talker." They are hardly reassuring words. To speed things up, Sara's partner slides the bag along the counter towards Ted the Talker. "What have we here?" Ted asks. "I'm just dropping it off for Sara." "Sara? Sara? Oh, Sara! Now I remember." Ted the Talker reaches into the bag and pulls out the nurse's uniform. "That's odd!" Ted says. He reaches in again, and pulls out the lycra. "That's more like it." He looks it over, sniffs at it, and looks once more. "Hardly been worn," he concludes. "It can go straight here." With that, he lovingly drapes it on a store mannequin. The mannequin beside it is dressed as Toulouse-Lautrec. Ted steps back to admire his handiwork. "They make a nice couple, don't you think?" he says, somewhat suggestively. "No, I bloody don't!" It's little wonder Sara's partner cops a speeding ticket on his way over to Mike's. _____________________________ That night, Sara is laying face down, one leg hooked over her partner's thigh. He lays on his back, silently staring at the ceiling. It's the same scene most nights, right before they sort out any differences and go to sleep. "Did you catch up with Mike?" she asks. "I did," he replies. "He had a very interesting story about some nurse." "Are you going to tell me?" "I expect you already know. But what about you? Is there something you want to tell me?" Sara takes a deep breath. "No; nothing particularly interesting. Although I did have had the best fuck of my life in the loft today." Her partner thinks for a while, before asking, "Since you are telling me this, how do you know it was me?" Sara smiles cheekily, and rolls on top of him. "How do you know I did?" Chapter 3 The week following the costume party has been pleasantly free of the angst Sara half expected to surface. Her partner has gone about things as if the party and its aftermath never happened. After a week of self-analysis, some certainties have emerged. If Sara should be feeling remorse, she isn't. The reasons why aren't clear, and frankly don't seem to be that important. When her partner phones to ask if she would mind if he goes fishing with his mates for the weekend, Sara hopes he doesn't see through her attempt at reluctant agreement. When she finally gets to shut the office doors for the weekend, Sara doubts if she has ever felt more alive. ____________________________ Dressing for her beloved Friday night art class has become as significant as undressing as their model. Not that Sara's colleagues have always taken notice of what she was wearing. Not until the time, that is, she arrived in a rush, declined their robe, and stepped out of the knee length work uniform to reveal she was naked underneath. They never did find out she had been home beforehand. Sara thinks tonight has the same feel about it. She scans the wardrobe for inspiration and finds none. Looks like jeans and a T shirt. And a jacket just in case. She grabs her favourite bra and panties, and tosses them on the bed with the other clothes. As she peels out of her clothes and heads for the shower, there is a knock at the door. She peers through the curtain at Emily, her best friend, and one of her classmates, who by now, has turned her back and is staring into the dimly lit garden. Sara tosses on the T shirt, before returning to answer the door. "Hey!" "Hey you too. I've been meaning to catch up, Sara. A few of us are going out afterwards. Do you want to come." "Any particular reason?" "Not really. Well maybe. It's a bit of a surprise. They weren't going to tell you, but I wanted to make sure you knew to bring some suitable clothes along." "And will I like this surprise?" "Looks like you're up for it already!" "Cold night," Sara counters, but crosses her arms in front just the same. "So that's a yes?" "Just try and stop me!" "Want to catch a lift with me? I've got a taxi waiting." "Thanks. But I need to pick up some things from the supermarket on the way." "Fair enough. See you there. Unless, of course, you cause a riot at the shops dressed like that!" Back inside, a buoyant Sara stops in front of the mirror to see what the fuss is about. Which convinces her the jacket, or the bra, is a must. On any other night. And then the inspiration comes. There's just one thing more to do! ________________________________ At the supermarket checkout, Sara encounters Mike's would-be girlfriend. "Not much on this weekend, Sara?" "Quiet one on my own," Sara replies. Somehow she refrains from adding 'not that it's any of your business.' "I think I'll do the same. Thought you might be going fishing though." "You know about that?" "Sure! Mike would have asked me, but I know he's happier when it's just the boys. It didn't stop that Cathy from going though." "Cathy? I don't think I know her." "Sure you do. She works with your guy." "Can't place her. But I try to have as little as possible to do with his work mates." "You must know her. Skinny blonde. I thought I saw them at the costume party. You know- Houdini and his assistant." "Oh! Her. Sorry." Sara scoops up her groceries and bustles out of there. "Thanks for shopping with us. You have a good weekend," calls the attendant. "Yeah, right." ______________________ The revelation that Sara's partner was at the costume party has changed everything. And raised the spectre that he knows more than he has let on. Sara starts to think there's a conspiracy in place. With Mike at the centre of it. The question is, 'Who for? Himself? Her partner? Or are they in cahoots?' Christ! Now she is starting to suspect everyone. Get a grip girl! Deal with what you know to be true. Starting with what happened in the loft. As much as Sara would like to believe otherwise, only Mike was definitely still in the house. So why did her partner, when told about the sex in the loft, ask 'how do you know it was me?' Mike had to have told him later. Would he do that? Is that what blokes do? 'Hey- glad you called around. Just wanted to tell you I did your missus in the loft earlier.' Or had her partner sneaked back to watch? Is that what has been going on all the time? Sneaking about, wanting to catch her with another bloke. Or another woman? Is that what he gets off on? Then there are his own exploits. Didn't Houdini and the Nurse disappear for a while. And what about the blonde assistant? So many questions. Too many questions. Well damn him. Damn them. Damn them all! ____________________________ By the time she arrives at the class, Sara is determined to put her deliberations behind her. She is greeted at the door by the resident tutor, who drags her aside. "Sara, Sara, I've been trying to get onto you." "Oh Yeah? And here I was thinking you walked the other side of the road." "Not like that. I've been trying to phone you. I wanted to warn you there's a group up from the coast- decided to take our class for the night." "Why is that?" "Well I'm not entirely sure. But I think they heard we have live models, and they have been struggling to get one down there, so they asked me if it would be alright, and, I well, um, I.........." "You said yes." "Um, well, kind of." "Enlighten me. How do you kind of say yes?" "Oh Shit. Now you are pissed off and going to say no. And they have driven all this way. They are going to hate me." "Worse, I'd say." "Worse?" "Much worse." "How much worse?" "You know the time we used the CWA hall, and those old ladies called in to collect their bingo stuff from the store room the male model was changing in? And you hadn't told them what we were using their hall for." "Yeah?" "That was nothing!" "Oh shit! I'm a dead man." "Not necessarily!" "You'll do it?" "I didn't say that." "Don't do this to me." "Do what?" "What you are doing. Leading me on." "Is that what you think I am doing? Is that what you all think I do? Get off on dropping my gear so you can paint some decent tits for a change." "That's not how I meant it! Oh Shit. Now I am in deeper." "Yup!" "So what's going to happen now?" "Guess you will just have to wait and see. Just like any other night." It takes a while for the penny to drop. "You bitch! You have done it to me again!" "That's why you love me!" __________________________________ There's a certain suspense in the air. Normally the group would stand around chatting, as if they had all night to prepare. Not tonight. And the room is arranged differently. Fair enough, Sara thinks. They have to fit in the extra people. Then she sees it. In the middle of the room, on the floor, is a giant tiger skin rug, complete with head. Grotesque! she thinks. Her tutor moves to her side, and announces they are about to start. "Welcome to our visitors. Tonight our model will be on this mat. Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters. So after she is ready I want you to find your place, anywhere in a circle around her. We'll lower the lights, and use that spot light. It's up to you what you make of it. Ready Sara?" Just like that. No robe, no 'do you want to change somewhere else?' No problem, thinks Sara. Deliberately, she steps out of her shoes. The room goes quiet. That shouldn't happen. That never used to happen. Next she unhooks her belt, and loosens her jeans. Without looking up, Sara frees her T shirt, and pulls it over her head. Her large breast bounce into view. Someone bumps into their easel, and someone says 'ssshh.' Bizarre, Sara thinks. Next she tugs at her jeans, pausing a moment as they catch on her hips, before sliding them to the floor. As she straightens, her new bare look is revealed. There's an audible gasp from those in front of her. 'Way to go, girl!' calls Emily, who always seems to be on hand at these moments. _______________________________ The first pose is usually up to Sara. When she steps onto the rug, she is in no doubt what it has to be. She releases her mane of brown hair, and tosses it from side to side. Then, on hands and knees, as if a cat, she crouches over the tiger. "Great!" calls the tutor. "Now get moving you lot." Sara hears them move about; here, there, some in front, most to the sides. A few set up from behind her, and it is their presence that makes her feel vulnerable. Not the night to have shaved, she thinks. Relief comes as the lights are dimmed. Then the spotlight is switched on, burning onto her back from afar. "Can't you do something about that light?" Sara calls. A special filter is placed over it, shrouding her in shadowy stripes that mirror the tiger skin she is on. Perfect! __________________________ One woman, one mat, one light, and twenty perspectives. Now dressed again, Sara wanders amongst the easels. She stops at one of the regulars, a portrait artist, who has captured her face as if a reflection of the tigers. "Love it," Sara says, before moving on. The next piece to really interest her has four dominant globes representing heads and breasts. She studies it a while, before moving on. By now, most of the artists have moved next door for a coffee break. She turns to do the same, when a painting at the back of the room captures her attention. She bustles over to it. Oh my God! From behind her, someone- one of the new people obviously- has captured everything that fell in the bright spot light. It reminds her of those cutaway diagrams used in biology. Or human physiology, in this case. Yet it is clinical rather than sexual; made so, she thinks, by the discontinuity caused by the stripes. She scans about anxiously. What kind of view did the rest have? The other paintings are a mixed bag. One intimates the tiger is between her legs. Done well, it could have worked. Uneasily, she returns to the painting. "Well, what do you think?" Sara turns to find a man with an interesting face staring at her. "I.....I don't know what to think." "You don't strike me as a girl who stumbles over her words too often." "Well, it's a bit, um, confronting." "Just painting it as I saw it." "That's what worries me." "You shouldn't be worried. It's what these nights are about, isn't it?" "Not exactly. There's usually not that much detail." "Sorry. But as a painting, what do you think?" "Interesting style. But I can't see much opportunity for it." "I agree. But let me show you some of my other stuff." Before Sara can answer, she is dragged across the room and handed a folder of paintings. "I was going for a coffee," she protests. "I'll get it for you. You look through these." With that, he rushes away. Moments later, he is back. "Um, Sara?" "White and one." "Right!" Again he leaves. From across the room, he calls, "My name is Winston!" "Surely not," she laughs. _______________________ There's something about his work that is saying to Sara 'You should leave now.' Of course she doesn't. Instead she is flicking back through the paintings when he returns. "Looking for something in particular?" he asks, handing her the mug of coffee. "No, not really." "Try again." "OK. Maybe. I went through them quickly, so I was going back to see if there was anything worth a second look." "And....?" "Nothing." "You really aren't a good liar, are you?" "Well, haven't you got an opinion of yourself." "And thoroughly deserved, if you give me the chance to prove it." "One. One chance only." "OK then." He paws through the folder, clearly knowing what he is looking for. "What about this?" It is a pen and ink cartoon-like sketch of a couple engaged in sex. Well, not exactly, but posed as if they were. The Japanese influence is unmistakable. Sara knows it is good. Instead she asks, "How did you get to paint this?" "That's what I get up to, back home." "You had models for that!" "Sure. We are a small but supportive group. And profitable, I must add." "So what are you doing here, mixing with us small timers." "Recruiting." "Oh no you don't." "Don't be so hasty. I am usually not so forthright, and I am never wrong." "So why me?" "Why not? I heard about you, and saw some of your work in the gallery. And now I've seen what you will do as a model." "So you had an idea before coming here?" "I did. And you have not let me down. I think you will enjoy it." "Except I have already said no." "But you will anyway!" "How can you be so sure?" "Because it's what you do. Push boundaries. Explore. Oh! And these things sell very well on the Internet. Especially at 48 hour auctions." "How well?" "This one. Around $1000-$1500, while the dollar is weak." "I'm not in it for the money." "Well, be in it for the thrill. Consider the money a bonus." "I've already said no." "Tomorrow. Don't fuss. Promise you will at least come down and check us out." "No promises." "But you will think about it?" "I can't even imagine why...." Even as she is uttering the words, Sara is planning the trip. ________________________ The surprise turns out to be drinks at a nearby club, where it is announced to all that Sara's works from the gallery have been requested to decorate the boardroom for a major regional conference. After that Sara is firmly the centre of attention. Too many drinks later, her single status for the weekend is revealed. The close knit group pounces on the news. "Gee, we can't have Sara celebrating on her own. There must be someone here for her." So begins the game of checking out the patrons. "What about him?" someone says about the young man buying a round. "Too young!" is the response. "She'd have to teach him first!" "You've got no idea!" calls Emily. "Leave it to me." She looks about once, then again, more slowly this time, before finding her target. "Perfect!" "Well?" ask a few of the group in unison. "Her!" says Emily, pointing to a very muscular woman matching language with a group of men from the mine. "Get serious! you guys," someone says. "I reckon she is more likely to fancy these two." The subjects-two well dressed young men walking past-grin at the suggestion, before continuing on their way. "Well, what do you think? Reckon you could handle those two, Sara?" "You've got to be kidding!" interjects Winston. "They don't look like they are about to share." "And you can tell that from here, Winston? Or is a case of takes one to know one." Everyone has a laugh at his expense-a welcome change for Sara. "Help me out, Sara!" he pleads. Then, without asking, he drags her to the dance floor. He proves to be quite a mover. By the end of the second song, his hands are on her butt. Midway during the third- a bump and grind Ricky Martin number- he spins her around, and pulls her back-first to him. They finish the song that way, his hands draped around her. "Who would have thought you would turn out to be the shy type!" Sara teases. "I'm a man in a hurry." "Who must get caught out plenty of times!" Telling Tales "It's the other times that matter. Like now." "You really do fancy your chances, don't you?" "Shouldn't I?" "Well there's nothing more of me to see. And nothing more to feel, the way you dance. So why bother?" "Because I'd be doing you a favour." "Oh! right. And just how does that work?" "Think of the oldest person you have had sex with." "And...." "I bet I'm older. So here's a chance to rewrite the record books. And restore your faith in growing old at the same time." "That has got to be the worst pick up line I have ever heard!" "See! You've only just met me and a record has already gone." "Get out of here!" Sara laughs. _________________________ Half an hour later, Emily wanders over to tell Sara she is leaving. They engage in a deep kiss that causes a few of the hopefuls to stop chatting and tune in. Then, with an audible 'pop', Sara lets Emily's tongue escape. "Give me a call tomorrow, kid, and let me know who got lucky! Unless of course, you are coming with me." "Nuh- I can do that anytime. There's too much new stuff around here." Hope among the 'new stuff' rises collectively. Except for Winston, who finds his way to her and says, "It's all a game to you, isn't it?" "Really?" "Of course it is. When did you and her scheme that up?" "In bed last night! Right after our third time!" "See, you are doing it again. But the truth is you will probably go home alone. Just like all the other times." "Haven't you changed your tune. Earlier tonight I was at your mercy. And about to embark on a seedy career to satisfy your creative itches." "And you still will. Because I don't think we are all that different. Except for that last yard. I go it. You want to, but don't know how." "So now I'm a prude." "No, but something is holding you back. A false sense of loyalty perhaps, or maybe just a lack of opportunity." "You'd be surprised." "Maybe. Maybe not." "You know what I don't like about you? You've know me for five minutes, and you think you have me figured out." "And what do you like about me?" he asks. "Let me think. It can't be your youthful good looks. Or your modesty. Nuh, in fact, I can't think of anything." "See, that's why you are just going to use me," Winston says, without waiting around for her response. __________________________ Sara's choice, when it comes, surprises everyone in the group. One minute she is there, larger than life; the next she is at another table, chatting animatedly with four young men no-one recognises. In no time she is sitting on the lap of the youngest one, and sampling the range of vodka cruisers strewn about the table. They clear a small area, which fills with a assortment of money. Some serious counting and bartering ensues, before an agreement is reached that allows one of them to scoop up the cash and proceed to the bar for drinks to take away. While he is at the bar, Sara goes to the phone in the hallway and makes a brief call, before returning to her art group amid a few heckles. The young man's return is greeted with a loud cheer. Not long after, his friends rises, scull what is left of their drinks, and leave. "Thought you were getting greedy for a moment," someone in Sara's group teases. "Then you thought right!" she replies with a wicked smile. They are still speechless long after she has left the club and hopped into the waiting car. "So where do we go to pick up your friend?" asks the driver. Sara untangles herself from guys in the back long enough to say, "She's right behind us!" ___________________________ It is a routine Emily and Sara have down pat since their university days, when as bi-curious students, they first found each other. Then they proceeded to do the impossible and remain friends long after other acquaintances took over. It always starts out with one keeping an eye on the other. More often than not, the tail, as they decided to call her, has done little more than retreat discretely when it became obvious she would not be needed. On the occasions a rescue seemed in order, it has usually been Sara bailing out Emily, by far the more adventurous of the two. What is going on now has Emily a little concerned. For a start the phone call gave little away. Her best bet is that Winston has got up Sara's nose, and true to form, she has done the opposite by being seen leaving with the youngest guy she could find. The trouble is, Sara has done little to discourage his mates. Which means that at some time, Emily will have to crash their little party. As they take a surprising turn at the roundabout, Emily brings her car closer, and notices Sara glance back to see if she is still behind them. "Where are you guys heading?" Emily says aloud, to herself. Soon they begin to speed up. The street lights become few and far between, and Emily drops back to make her presence less noticeable. Way up ahead, she sees police lights flashing. 'Damn! Not a random breath test station!' She slows a little more. 'How many have I had?' she thinks. 'Two, or was it three?' As she gets closer, her spirits improve when she notices a few cars are allowed to drive straight through. 'Don't pick me! Don't pick me!' she pleads. The car Sara is in slows right down, before being waved through by an officer wielding a torch. Then he turns to Emily, shining the beam directly into her face. A moment later he points her to the side of the road. "Bloody sexist pig!" she utters, before helplessly watching the car with Sara drive off into the night. The last thing she sees is Sara looking back, and some guys'arms appearing from the windows to wave to her. "No!" Oh no! Sara!" _________________________ The two forlorn figures sitting on the steps of Sara's house are watching the first rays of a new morning when the car pulls up outside. Sara half stumbles out, carrying her shoes and hand bag. "What are you doing here?" she asks, when the car has driven off. Emily is the first to answer. "I was sick with worry when I couldn't find you, so I came back here and waited. I don't know what his story is." For once, Winston is lost for words. "Well? I haven't got all night," Sara says, staring at him. "Hate to tell you this, Sara, but you haven't got any night left. So unless you have got something you want to tell me, I'm out of here," Emily says. "Not this time. Are you taking him with you?" "Nope, I think he is your problem." "Thanks a lot." The girls embrace, and Emily drives off up the road. "Now you!" Sara says, turning to Winston. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else, like in another city." "I should," he replies, the old bravado coming back, "but we have some unfinished business. And you left owing me a cup of coffee." "When I left, a cup of coffee seemed furthermost from your mind." "Well that's a matter for conjecture, but I'd rather not debate it out here. Are you going to let me in?" "I'm tired and sore. And in no mood to stand around out either. SO I guess it's a yes." Once inside, Sara points him in the direction of the kitchen. "You'll find everything you want there." "Well, not everything. How about you? Do you want me to make you one too?" "I'm going to have a shower. I'll grab mine later. Oh- and the phone is over there. You can call for a cab." "Sounds like it might be a very long shower." "No- your's will be a very quick cup of coffee!" __________________________ Sara is under the cool spray when she senses another presence in the bathroom. She turns to face the screen door, but sees no-one. Peering out, she sees that the bathroom door is still closed. 'Silly me!' she thinks and turns again, once more enjoying the refreshing spray of water on her face. This time, the sound of the screen sliding in its track is unmistakable. She freezes, still facing the wall, as a large arm reaches past and takes the cake of soap from the holder. "When I'm tired and sore, I would love for someone to do this," Winston says. Sara tries to turn, but is stopped by his firm grip. "No! Stay like that. And relax." He takes the cake of soap and more firmly than she ever thought could feel good, begins to work it over her back. "Careful!" she utters, as it trails the length of her spine, and up again, pressing into her shoulder blades. "One of your sore spots, eh?" he asks. "Yes. And in case you are wondering, I've had it for ages." "I don't ask." "Good, 'cause I don't tell." "But you do though. In your art. As a model. In your journal." "How did you know about..." "Lucky guess. Or maybe I was just hoping." "You will never see it." "Until it suits you. But that's not important. The fact that it exists confirms that you are as interesting as I hoped." "Are you all done?" "Unless you want me to do the front." "As long as you understand. Nothing is going to happen." "Don't flatter yourself. My interest is long term. And becoming more business than pleasure by the minute." "Glad to hear it," says Sara, quickly spinning to face him. As she does so, she brushes his semi-erect penis. "Looks like everyone doesn't agree" "Take no notice." With that he starts on her front. "What do you most like about yourself?" "Do you mean physically?" "That will do for a start." "I don't know. Maybe my neck. Or my boobs. They seem to get plenty of attention. Why?" "Because I just realised something." "What?" "It's your mouth. You have the most amazing mouth." "Why, thank you. I think!" "You do. God, when I get to paint you again, I hope I can do it justice." "I've never considered it anything special." "It is. Look." He reaches for her face. A little startled, she puts her hand on his. His fingers trace her lips to the side of her mouth. "The way it turns down at the sides. It means that any emotion is always there to be seen. And captured in a painting." "So how am I feeling now?" Sara says, drawing his hand away from her mouth to give him a better view. "I don't know. Not happy. Not sad. Not really here, perhaps." "Is that an emotion?" "Guess not." "It doesn't matter. Fact is, it's what you think." With that she returns his hand to her mouth, and lightly kisses it. "Now?" "You didn't mean that. So the answer is still yes." "How about now?" She takes one of his fingers, and ever so slowly draws it into her mouth." "Means nothing." With that, Sara reaches down with her free hand and takes hold of his now-hard cock. "So how do you explain this?" "I guess I just enjoyed my work as a masseur." "Me too," she says, leaning to him until their mouths are almost touching. "So you like my mouth, eh?" she whispers into his. "Mmmn," he says, before being cut off as their lips touch. The fire in the kiss that follows almost hides the sensation of her hand stroking him. "I think you are starting to like me," he says, when they part. "Don't be so sure it's not just this I have taken a fancy to!" Sara teases, and squeezes a little harder, before releasing him. "I'd settle for that!" "Of course you would. You're a male." "That's a bit harsh," he laughs. What follows is one of those defining moments, of which Sara has had more than a few. A moment to step out of the shower and make good her escape. Or a moment to be draw deeper into the intrigue of where this might end. Sara chooses the latter. "You know we are not going to fuck," she says, as she takes him in her hand once more. "Not this time." Epilogue A few months later Sara had an exhibition in a major gallery down on the coast. On the weekend, I packed up my car and headed off to fulfil a promise made long ago. When I arrived at the gallery, a strange fear came over me, and I waited across the road in a nearby park. Around lunchtime I saw her come out of the building with an older man whose identity I could only guess at. They stopped a moment, before she reached up, and kissed his cheek. Then she was gone, and the man was left staring at the spot where she had stood. Gathering up my breath, I wandered over to the gallery and into a journey I knew the start of. The first few pieces brought back fond memories. "That's my favourite," I said aloud. An attendant came over- to shoosh me, I was sure- but instead asked, "Do you know Sara's work?" "Some of it," I replied. "But not the most recent stuff." "You'll be surprised then. It's so different to this. And better, if I might say so." She was right, of course. The new work had an edge I had never seen before. Gone were the watercolours and the charcoal, to be replaced by bold animated pen and ink sketches of surreal characters, their sexuality laid bare. A few cartoon-like series told little stories of voyeurs and infidelity, of exhibitionism and truth. An hour later, I reached the end, to find a collage depicting pages from a journal, with handwritten text and sketches, strewn about chaotically. Just then, a familiar voice echoed from the entrance, and I quickly swept up the visitor's book and took it behind a pillar. There I slipped an envelope containing this story inside it. Minutes later, I replaced the visitor's book, and left, without saying hello, or goodbye. I didn't need to. If Sara was ready for the missing stories to be told, she would find me at my motel room later that night.