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Talent Spotting

By: krr1957



This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you feel that you might be offended by such material then please try a different story.

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Chapter 1

How had it come to this?

Her stateroom could have swallowed my unpretentious double cabin several times over but, as I finished getting undressed, I would have given anything to return to the sanctuary of my own modest space. 

Knowing what was to come it took a huge effort of will to lay down on the bed but, after many hours of anguished thought, I could see no other way.

She used the webbing belts from her cabin trunks to secure my limbs to the four corners of the bed and I was acutely aware of her 'old lady' smells. There was the lacquer in her expensively curled hair vying with the heaviness of her lavender scent and the sweet smell of sherry on her breath.

In fact, the epithet was unfair. She was in her early fifties, that I knew from the newspapers, but she looked at least ten years younger. 

She was making full use of the onboard beautician and, that evening, she looked quite striking. Her tailored silk evening gown concealed the few extra pounds that she was carrying and bouyed up her heavy breasts to spectacular effect. 

"There, dinner is going to be so much more exciting knowing what I have to come back to."

With the aid of the adjustable straps she had bound me quite tightly and I was not sure what I feared the most -- the possibility of cramps or the prospect of what lay in store when she returned. Then, another, more worrying, thought occurred. What if there was an accident of some description? Would she come back for me?

I knew that it was an irrational notion but I felt a stab of fear. In the event I need not have worried. As she put the finishing touches to her makeup there was a hesitant knock at the door. 

She got up to answer it and my heart stopped when I heard her speak.

"You're early, but no matter, come in."

The two cabin girls expressed no great surprise on seeing me lying naked on the bed but my embarrassment was all the greater for recognizing them. They were two of the Eastern European girls who were assigned to our economy deck. 

I suppose that it stood to reason that, if she was going to chose baby sitters, she was not going to pick from amongst the more elite staff that tended to the upper decks. 

The girls, both pretty, were out of uniform and dressed in a simple but alluring style that reinforced my conception that a lot of them took the job simply in hope of snagging someone wealthy. 

I could only surmise that she had told them exactly what to expect on entering the cabin, a theory that was borne out when a reasonably large sum of US dollars changed hands.

"Okay, I'm dining with the captain this evening and so I don't imagine that I'll be back much before midnight. I want you to keep her amused but I don't want her to get too excited. Am I understood?"

The girls smiled and nodded as they put away their money and then, without another word, she picked up her shawl and left.

I assumed that she had hired the girls out of concern for my well being, which suggested a more caring side to her nature, but her parting words left me fearful.

As soon as she had left the room they giggled shrilly in disbelief. They were both perfectly fluent in English but they now spoke excitedly in their native tongue leaving me struggling to comprehend.

They seemed to be egging one another on but both seemed reluctant to take the lead. Finally, the older of the two clicked her tongue and began to root around in her cheap handbag. 

My eyes widened in disbelief as she produced a well worn vibrator. It was a plain design and its chrome finish had partially dulled to a gunmetal grey. 

She switched it on and it buzzed noisily causing them to laugh out loud but quickly gathering herself she spoke excitedly. 

The gist of it was horrifyingly clear but there was nothing I could do about it. With a wicked smile she held the end of the cylinder between her thumb and forefinger allowing the weight of it to rest on my sex. 

As if imbued with a life of its own it moved slowly and sinuously across my mons occasioning further hilarity. I closed my eyes and remained still, trying to ignore the ticklish sensation, but there was no respite. 

Each time it threatened to fall away she moved it back to the apex of my sex and allowed it to draw another random path.

Finally my anger got the better of me and I began to struggle, cursing them as I did so, but they seemed completely unfazed. The younger one left the bed for a moment and, having examined the contents of the mini bar, returned with an opened bottle and two glasses of white wine. 

When I was still once more they resumed the game taking it in turns to play the tormentress. Every now and again I put up renewed resistance but they simply waited me out and picked up where they left off.

By now I had ascertained that the older girl was Kadri and the younger was called something that sounded like Meena. Using their names I tried to appeal to their better natures but, fuelled with wine, they were imbued with the spirit of devilment. 

Kadri seemed content to carry on as before but my labia were growing sore from the insidious, but constant, buffeting and it was a mixed blessing when Meena took it upon herself to escalate matters.

When her turn came she took hold of the vibrator more positively and teased the very tip inside me. 

She stared at me awaiting a reaction and my face betrayed the onset of an unwelcome arousal. Compared to my own expensive model it was crude and loud but the result was the same nonetheless. 

The throbbing resonated deep within setting up a delicious tension and, without thought, I lifted my hips invitingly. In response Meena made a playfully remonstrative tutting sound and eased away. 

Kadri began to show renewed interest as Meena mirrored my movements neither withdrawing altogether nor granting me the boon of the deeper penetration my body now craved.

Some part of my mind still registered that I was being abused, and urged defiance, but I was being overwhelmed by a powerful carnal instinct.

Neither of them could ever have found themselves in a situation like this before but Meena was proving remarkably adept. Over the next few minutes my movements became more frantic with the desire more positive contact but her teasing was ruthlessly controlled.

I felt myself beginning to perspire but, more embarrassingly, I began to catch the scent of my own arousal on the air. Kadri smiled and twitched her nostrils theatrically before she decided to increase my anguish.

Whilst Meena continued to amuse herself with the vibrator Kadri began to tease my nipples. She was wearing false nails, bearing tiny stars against a midnight blue background, and she gently scratched at my engorged teats.

I have always thought my nipples too large in proportion to my modest breasts but the gain is their extreme sensitivity. Most of the men I have taken to my bed find them fascinating but none of them fully understood just what it did for me. On a number of occasions I have brought myself a climax by concentrating on my breasts alone but always followed quickly by an encore with my hands between my legs.

Kadri seemed more in tune with me than any man and, for a moment or two, it was her knowing fingertips, rather than the vibrator, that threatened my equilibrium.

Meena noticed and redoubled her own efforts but then she leaned forward and whispered something in Kadri's ear which made her eyes open just a little wider. For a second or two her fingers were still and she appeared uncertain but then she clearly reached a decision.

Accompanied by a surprised gasp from her companion she leaned down and took my nipple between her lips. She remained frozen in place, as though shocked at her own audacity, and then I felt the first hesitant touch of her tongue. 

Intuitively I knew it was her first time which dispelled the fleeting notion that they might, in fact, have been a couple but that in no way diminished my sense of revulsion. 

Aside from a very short-lived, unconsummated, schoolgirl crush that I had on my choir mistress I had never since entertained the prospect of a relationship with another woman.

As she gained confidence her tongue was soon achieving the same results as her fingers had previously. She sucked gently holding my nipple captive between her pursed lips as she laved the heavily dimpled surface.

I was going out of my mind. At the core there was a burning anger but, by slow degrees, my body was surrendering. 

Kadri was alternating between my breasts, and I felt myself poised at the edge, when she suddenly withdrew. 

I opened my eyes to find Meena whispering to her again and whatever the younger girl had said brought a high colour to her friend's cheeks. I did not understand her reply but I understood the import. It was a categorical refusal but Meena gave a mock pout and began to coax.

She drew Kadri to one side and, for a second or two, the debate was heated but, suddenly, they both giggled almost nervously.

They moved to the end of the bed, where I could see them clearly, and then Meena put a hand behind her friends head and gently brought their mouths together.

Even from my recumbent position I could see the tension and unease in Kadri's body but as Meena entwined her fingers in her hair, binding them together, she visibly relaxed. 

I sensed, rather than saw, the moment of capitulation as her head turned slightly and I imagined their tongues entwining. 

I felt an immediate sense of relief at being left alone but for reasons I could not explain my arousal remained unabated. I wanted to look away but found that I could not. 

I tried to make sense of their behaviour and then it struck me. She had probably told them I was a lesbian and they, believing it, were trying to excite me and increase my growing frustration.

I was minded to tell them that I was strictly heterosexual, that they were wasting their time, but now I was curious as to how far they would take it. 

Kadri seemed lost in their embrace but Meena was looking directly at me with a knowing glint in her eye. 

She was gently stroking the nape of Kadri's neck with her fingertips and the older woman's body responded with an appreciative shiver. I could not see her other hand but her fingers must have been at work as her blouse fell open. 

Kadri froze for a moment, unsure how to react to this new development, but Meena took the lead again. Taking hold of Kadri's hand she brought it to her exposed bra and encouraged her to slip inside. 

Meena was well endowed and, for a fleeting second, I wondered how another woman's breasts would feel to the touch. Kadri was obviously fired with the same perverse curiosity. At first she did nothing, remaining awkwardly still, but then, emboldened, I saw her hand flex. 

Meena reacted by letting her arms fall to her sides and then, with a subtle shrug of her shoulders, her blouse slipped to the floor. Kadri seemed not to notice as she continued with her tentative exploration. 

She was so enraptured that she did not see the expression of triumph that Meena directed towards me and, as if to confirm her dominion, she half turned inviting Kadri to remove her bra altogether. 

There was a hint of hesitation but with a gentle stroke of the hair and a few soothing words she was lost. She worked the fastenings with uncertain fingers allowing the bra to fall free.

Meena held herself with new found composure and I realized that she was putting herself on display for the benefit of both of us. If her breasts were enhanced then it was a credit to the surgeon's art. They were plump and gravity defying with perfectly rounded nipples which stood proudly erect.

Now, as she put her hand to the back of Kadri's head, it was with a gentle enticing pressure. Again she spoke but this time with a positive glance in my direction. 

I needed no translation. She was telling Kadri that their act was really turning me on but it was noticeable that, at no time, did she check for herself...she wanted to believe.

She allowed herself to be eased downwards and Meena's eyes brightened as she felt her friend's talented mouth closing around her nipple. I immediately felt an odd pang of envy which translated itself into an increased warmth between my legs. 

She looked straight at me and, rather than look away, I challenged her with a cold stare but she was getting to me and she knew it. Without taking her eyes from mine she brought her mouth to Kadri's ear and spoke softly beyond my hearing.

Whatever was said caused her to emit a muted, pleasurable, groan but she did not disengage. 

Meena indulged her for a moment or two more and then she placed her hands on her shoulders. With seeming reluctance Kadri allowed herself to be released from her task as her young friend encouraged her to kneel.

My heart was hammering in my chest but I hardly dared breathe. In the space of a few minutes there had been a seismic shift in the relationship between these two women and I watched it unfold with a sense of warped fascination. 

Kadri remained on her knees, a supplicant awaiting instruction, and Meena radiated a new found aura of authority. She calmly unfastened her skirt and let it pool at her feet.

Perversely, the thing that immediately struck me was the mismatch of her underwear. Her discarded bra was white but her panties, now revealed, were a dark shade of blue. 

She stood perfectly still, allowing Kadri to take stock, and once sure that she would not take flight she slowly slipped them down to her ankles.

I wondered what was in Kadri's mind as her friend stood naked before her with her sex just inches from her face. I was surprised to see that she retained a neat growth of dark hair which contrasted with her lightly tanned skin.

The sight triggered something unconscious within me and I became more acutely aware of the rich scent of womanhood. Was it just me or Meena too? If so, how must it be for Kadri transfixed at such close quarters?

As if in slow motion Meena returned her hand to the back of Kadri's head and began to stroke with a gossamer touch. Her intent appeared so innocent but, millimetre by millimetre, she began to draw her in. 

My neck muscles were cramping badly but I ignored the discomfort. With an almost imperceptible movement of her hips Meena brushed the tip of Kadri's nose against her dark fur and I was sure that I heard her inhale.

Meena responded, edging forward so that Kadri's head was tipped fractionally and her whole nose enveloped. In this way her sex was offered up and, for some unaccountable reason, I felt my own mouth flood with saliva.

There was a tense pause until, finally, Meena's eyes fluttered closed and a blissful smile lit her face. Her hands were still, holding Kadri gently in place, and if she was seeking to make me jealous she was succeeding. 

It was an idea that I would never have contemplated. The thought of encouraging another woman to experience lesbian sex for the first time by making her go down on me was so wild it was beyond imagining; but now it was almost as though I could feel her tongue on my sex.

My body was fluttering on the brink of orgasm as I watched Kadri surrender altogether. Her hands cupped Meena's taut buttocks and she emitted a smothered groan as she pulled herself closer still. The slight movement of her head betrayed the effort of pressing her tongue deep inside and Meena's back arched with pleasure. 

Within seconds her body began to shake as she succumbed to a wrenching climax and I almost sobbed with frustration. Meena was clearly taken by surprise both by the suddenness and the intensity but she quickly recovered her composure.

Kadri remained on her knees her manner radiating uncertainty but Meena allowed her no time either for remorse or reflection. With unseemly haste she dragged a heavily cushioned armchair into the centre of the room and sat herself down.

She relaxed with her legs lewdly parted and even from where I lay I could discern the wetness of her sex in its frame of darkness. I thought that she was too sure of herself. I was certain that, for Kadri, this had been an aberration and I experienced a momentary pleasure as I anticipated a backlash.

As Meena ran her fingertips through her dampened curls I saw Kadri's body stiffen. She half rose and my heart quickened but, to my astonishment, she moved closer to the chair and settled on her knees. 

Meena smiled as she accepted Kadri's supplication.

"Votke aega..."

I did not understand the whispered words but their meaning could be inferred. As she relaxed more fully in the chair I was sure that she had said "Take your time..."

Chapter 2

My neck muscles gave up the struggle and I lay helpless, listening as Meena took her pleasure. I had no way to judge the passage of time but it seemed like hours as she groaned her way through at least three orgasms without any hint of reciprocation. 

At one point she reacted sharply as Kadri obviously did something that was not completely to her liking but then things settled once more. 

I tried to shut them out but the truth was that I was getting ever more frustrated. I found myself hoping that they would return their attention to me and, though I found it hard to admit to myself, I wanted something more intimate than the touch of a vibrator.

From far beneath me I perceived the throb of the ships engines muted almost to silence and I was reminded that, by now, the band was probably taking the stage without me. 

The thought brought with it a renewed stab of anger. It seemed that, once again, it was me having to make all the sacrifices. It was hard to believe that, just six months earlier, I had been content writing and performing my own songs. I had started to build a solid following and word of mouth was swelling the modest crowds.

Even now I could not rationalize the changes that Janine had wrought on my life in so short a time. She had an arresting beauty and I was as much in awe of her 'Roxy' stage persona as the devoted fans that followed her around the country but there was more to it than that. 

I know I am attractive and I like to think that I present myself to the world as an, ambitious, self-confident young woman but hidden, deep inside, is still some element of the shy young girl I once was and Janine, or rather 'Roxy' had an uncanny knack of tapping into that vulnerability.

My manager was responsible for getting me the gig as support to Roxy's all girl band 'Samois'. To begin with I was uneasy; I was not sure that my singer/songwriter acoustic guitar style would go down well with her hardened audiences but she assured me that, if I could carry it off, it would be a big step forward in terms of recognition. 

In the event the crowds were generous in their support and the more so when, one night, I joined 'Samois' on stage for their encore. The fact was that they were all competent musicians but little more. Their covers were solidly performed but their own material was poor and it was quickly apparent that it was Roxy who, armed with lead guitar, and wearing just enough to preserve her modesty, was the real attraction. 

It was towards the end of the short tour when Roxy surprised me by asking if the band could perform "Halo" one of my songs that I had earmarked as a possible first release. 

I did not think that it would lend itself to a band treatment but I had nothing to lose and I was surprised at how well it came off. The complicated chord changes reined in their heavy metal instincts and Roxy's vocal, pitched in a lower register than mine, brought out something different in the song.


Talent Spotting



The following day Roxy asked me to join the band.

All my instincts told me to refuse but there was no doubting that I had enjoyed my time on the road with them and when Roxy puts her mind to something she usually gets her way.

The lure was the studio time they already had booked to rehearse for their first album. Roxy told me that they wanted to include a number of my songs and that she saw "Halo" as a single. With my ego suitably massaged I agreed to join for a trial period.

I should have seen the warning signs at the end of the tour. Roxy peremptorily announced that Jen, the band's rhythm guitarist, had been sacked to make way for me. 

This was completely unexpected, and upsetting, but it had a brutal logic. Jen was the weak link in terms of musicianship and her dismissal made way for Roxy to pick up on rhythm whilst I stepped up to play lead. I was a better guitarist than Roxy and it also allowed her to give more focus to the vocals.

I was still lost in my own self-pity when my reverie was disturbed. Meena was back on her feet and shooing Kadri away as she dressed herself hurriedly. She pushed the chair back to its spot and, with heated whispers, ushered Kadri from the room.

She must have been worried about Hannah's return as she tidied up and sprayed cheap perfume into the air; then, bizarrely, given what had transpired, she draped a bed sheet over my naked body. 

She was still making running repairs to her make-up when the entrance bell chimed softly. She opened the door to let Hannah in and, after a brief whispered exchange, punctuated by sly giggles, she left me at the mercy of my American nemesis. 

"I hope those girls looked after you."

I could have ripped the smug smile from her face but she still held all the cards.

"Well if you don't want to talk about it I guess I'll just have a look see."

Wondering what she meant I turned my head to follow her as she sat down at the cabin's hand carved writing bureau. I had not paid any heed to the laptop which lay open and seemingly dormant but, at touch of a button, it flared into life.

It took a second or two to appreciate that the image on the screen was showing the interior of the cabin in real time and, more particularly, the area around the bed. With a sense of foreboding I watched as her fingers flashed over the keys and the images began to run backwards at high speed. 

"My, my..."

She had frozen the screen at a point showing Kadri between Meena's legs. Increasing the volume she allowed the scene to unfold.

For a built-in web cam the image was astonishingly well defined, even from where I lay, but she could afford the best that money could buy. She chuckled as she watched for a few seconds before skipping still further back.

"Oh this I'll save 'til later."

I saw myself with my back arched and Meena teasing the vibrator away from me. I felt a blush of embarrassment but, at the same time, a renewed, unwanted, tingling between my legs. With another deft flick of the finger she cleared the screen and then stood up.

"Well, well, my own little 'Katie'"

She knew that I hated her nickname for me. It came about when she said that my image needed a makeover. She wanted me to make more of my sexuality to give the band an appeal beyond Roxy's raunchy stage costumes. She told me that my brown eyes, and dark, tousled, hair gave me a resemblance to Katie Melua and she arranged for her make-up people to show me how to exaggerate the similarities.

As first I was resentful but when I saw the finished result I have to admit that I was impressed. My conventional features now seemed subtly imbued with the smouldering appeal of an untamed gypsy. 

I shivered as she lightly ran the back of her finger across my cheek before slowly pulling away the sheet as if revealing a succulent delicacy.

It was at that point that I rebelled. For a little while I had dared hope that the humiliation I had suffered at the hands of the two cabin girls was to be the full extent of my ordeal but the voracious look in her eyes told me otherwise.

Nothing was worth this and if it meant losing the house then so be it.

"I'm through with this. I'm through with you and the band. Untie me and let me out of here."

My fit of pique only seemed to amuse her. She made no move to unfasten me and, instead, she slipped the ties of her evening dress and let it fall to the floor. 

In days past she must have been a very desirable young woman and she had lost none of the confidence that came from knowing the effect she could have. She was heavier now but still held herself with a warranted self belief.

Her grey, silk fringed, underwear looked very expensive and I wondered, for a fleeting moment, if it was custom made. The bra appeared perfectly moulded to her impressive breasts and the matching panties helped disguise the slight roundness of her belly. She was wearing stockings with a garter belt exhibiting legs that would be the envy of many a younger woman.

I wanted to turn my head aside to express my disdain but I could not avert my eyes and her knowing smile implied that she understood more of what was going on in my head than I did myself.

"Hannah, I'm serious, untie me or so help me I'll scream."

"You can scream as much as you like. These staterooms are pretty much soundproof and I can assure you that my neighbours will be fawning at the captain's table for a little while yet."

As she spoke she took off her bra and panties and slid onto the bed to kneel astride my stomach. In a panic I made a pathetic attempt to shout for help but my mouth was dry and all I managed was strangled whine. 

"There's something you should know honey. One way or another you are going to do this for me and if you're going to scream it's only going to turn me so much more." 

"Is this what gets you off you sadistic bitch?"

Even as I spoke the words I recognized my own hypocrisy. She was only taking to extremes the very thoughts that had aroused me as I watched Meena manipulate her older friend.

Hannah made no response other than to shimmy forwards until her knees slipped over my pinioned arms. 

Her stockinged thighs, so attractive only seconds before, now assumed an aspect of dark menace as they walled in the sides of my head. 

Instinctively, I closed my eyes but I felt her looming up over me. I wanted to disembody myself but my senses were heightened. I could feel the heat from her skin and, when I dared breathe once more, it was to overwhelm my nostrils with a hideously familiar scent. 

She had not lied when she said that she would be thinking about me during dinner; she had obviously been aroused for a very long time. 

I breathed as shallowly as I could but rising panic was urging me to do the exact opposite. I fought it down and tried to remain still but, as I did so, I felt a faint, rhythmic, movement.

I tried to dispel the images that my mind was conjuring but I could no longer ignore the reality of the situation when I heard the slow sucking sound of moisture. From my imprisoned position the sound seemed grotesquely loud, as she fully appreciated, and for the next few seconds she must have worked her fingers deep inside to leave me in no doubt of the fate that awaited me.

I shivered in revulsion but, at the same time, I became keenly aware of a knot of tension centred on my sex. 

The sounds ceased and the gentle movement resumed. The impulse to open my eyes to see what was actually happening was strong but I felt paralyzed. That was suddenly changed by an unexpected wetness on my lips.

That instant will remain branded into my memory forever. I found her looking down at me with a blissful smile on her face but there were so many impressions. Her stockings darkened by the sheen of perspiration slicking her inner thighs, the slight swell of her belly and, above, the imperiousness of her heavy breasts but, more than anything else, it was that first sight of her sex.

She was perfectly depilated and her skin glowed. Taking her fingers away she invited me to look as if she were bestowing a gift. 

I have never considered a woman's sexual anatomy in terms of its proportions but the contrast was so stark that I felt almost juvenile by comparison. Much of it had to do my unwelcome vantage point and the fact that I had never been in such intimate proximity but it went well beyond that.

Her mons bulged almost arrogantly and her labia bloomed proudly in a way that mine never could. Their dun colouring, shading to a more vivid pink at the tips, instilled them with a curious, but frightening, beauty. 

As I watched she brushed a fingertip along the fringe and they parted in welcome revealing a glistening interior sowing the air with her scent. She turned her finger slowly back and forth and then held it over my face.

It was so wet that a viscous droplet slowly formed at the tip and I could do nothing as it pendulously broke free and fell to my lips. 

I clenched my teeth to prevent my tongue from doing what would otherwise come naturally but this only served to increase her amusement. She touched her finger to my mouth and then rubbed gently.

Her touch was so delicate that it set up a ticklish sensation and, before I could stop myself, I licked my lips clean. 

She stared at me intently as I assimilated the taste of another woman for the very first time. My immediate impression was that it was unpleasantly strong and I tried to clear my mouth but, in so doing, some new facet was revealed. 

It was not sweetness but rather a mellow richness that excited my tongue and chimed with something deep in my subconscious. 

The look on her face was one of anticipation, and barely restrained excitement, and I knew then that I was not the first to be thus deflowered. She recognized something in my expression and brought her finger back to my mouth.

I was teetering at the edge of a precipice but I could not help myself. I licked, almost without thought, trying to pin down the haunting familiarity.

I felt disorientated and when she took her finger away it was almost as if she had been touching my sex and had now left me bereft. I should have been fighting her but hours of pent up arousal were exerting an aberrant influence. 

Confident of my capitulation she gave a gentle sigh and allowed her body to relax. Reflexively, I stiffened in defence but her immediate intent was not to smother me. Rather, she settled unhurriedly and teased her labia across my mouth.

I was frozen in indecision, still desperately trying to summon the will to resist, when she moved fractionally brushing against my nose. What possessed me just then I could not say but I drew a deep breath filling my lungs with the very essence of her. 

I have tried cannabis just once in my life but the effects paled into insignificance when compared to the intoxication that I felt at that moment. My heart raced and I felt a flush of heat across my whole body. 

I wrenched my arm as I tried to touch myself and my bondage assumed a new significance. I had thought that it was to allow her to force herself on me, and I have no doubt that she would have done so if necessary, but now I saw that it was a way to keep me absolutely focused.

She wanted me at a pitch of arousal but with no means of alleviation. I was to be allowed just one outlet for my frustration and that was the unalloyed attention that I was expected to lavish on her sex.

As I came to this understanding I was angered but, at the same time, I squirmed as a fevered pulsing between my legs refused to be ignored.

I tried to resist but she began to lazily graze her sex against my mouth once more. Her scent seemed to cloak my face making me uncomfortably warm and I reflexively parted my lips a little in order to breathe more deeply.

This was her cue to take things to a new level of intimacy. Her labia pressed against my lips in a parody of a kiss and I met her with my tongue. 

Afterwards, I would tell myself that there had been no choice but there was no denying the forbidden excitement so intense that I felt light headed. 

Her lips were surprisingly cool, glassy smooth, as they folded about my tongue in welcome. I responded by pressing a little deeper and was almost immediately overwhelmed by her taste. It was warm and abundant filling my mouth with its intensity. 

The echoes of Kadri's discovery of Meena sounded somewhere deep in my mind but I could no more help myself than she had. I thrust deeper still and felt experienced muscles holding me in place, a silent reminder of who was in control.

The steady pressure was oddly comforting and I sealed my lips about her sex whilst moisture continued to leach over my tongue. We remained locked as one and I attuned her inner rhythm as her whole body exuded a sense of self satisfaction. 

After a while she stretched a little and entwined her fingers at the back of her head. It was only the slight trembling of her breasts that betrayed the fact that she was in the throes of a perfectly controlled orgasm. 

All I could do was lay there and watch until my tongue registered a final rippling sensation as she reached the summit and held herself there before relaxing into a slow descent.

It was then that I was struck by raw, feminine, power that she exuded. Here was a woman who believed that the world, and everyone in it, was there for the taking and she took as if by right.

For just a second I felt a shiver of fear but then consoled myself with the thought that she might have made things a whole lot worse for me -- and then she proceeded to do just that.

The pressure on my abused tongue eased but, as I prepared to slide free, I felt a reproving squeeze. I was left with no time to consider this new turn of events as she slid herself forward a little as she had done before.

With cold deliberation she used her fingers to close her labia around my nose completely sealing me in. I opened my mouth to breathe but only managed to inhale the wetness of her sex. 

I began to struggle beneath her but she retained her poise and held herself in place. I forced myself to remain calm and opened my mouth wider still. I now had a little air but every painstaking breath bore her humid taint.

I knew that I must not exert myself and only when she was happy that I had learned this lesson did she proceed.

She began to move her body, a gentle oscillation which brought a slightly uncomfortable pressure to bear on my nose but kept her sex centred on my mouth.

It took me a few seconds to adjust and to realize that I could actually feel the firm nub of her clitoris.

That I was so aware suggested a degree of development that left me, by contrast, sadly lacking. I tried to dismiss the thought from my mind but it remained in sharp focus as, over the next few minutes, she languorously rode my face.

It seemed as if every muscle was now voicing a complaint, after hours of abuse and restraint, but I had no choice but to endure. The only exception was my disregarded sex which was manifesting an ache of an altogether different nature.

I could not understand why, when subjected to this torture, my body was still aroused.

Slowly, insidiously, her movements became just a little less controlled and discomfort threatened to tip over into real pain but then came a series of forceful jerks until she stopped altogether.

Once again I felt the pulsing that heralded the onset of her climax but the first had only been a prelude to this. She gave a low groan and then there was a sudden release. 

I thought I would be drowned as my mouth was filled with spurts of warm moisture, one succeeding another. Such was the force of her inundation that I was swallowing involuntarily.

I knew that some women experienced this and, on one occasion, whilst alone with my vibrator, I had been taken by surprise but it was nothing of this order. It seemed to take minutes until she yielded up the last seeping drops.

When it was over she got up from the bed, still breathing hard, and went to fetch a robe from the bathroom. When she returned she began to unfasten my bindings.

"I hope you enjoyed lesson one...I'm already looking forward to tomorrow..."

Chapter 3

I could not bring myself to go back to my cabin straight away. Instead, I went down to the fitness suite, picked up a towel, and spent a long time just standing under a shower. 

The warm water helped to ease my aching muscles but I was left with the impression that the scent of her still remained on me. Dismissing this as a ridiculous notion I took a long walk around the promenade deck to get some fresh air.

It was a still night, the only breeze coming from the stately motion of the ship across the calm Atlantic. By contrast, my mind was in turmoil. The evening's surreal proceedings had set up so many conflicting emotions that I felt nauseous and I tried to focus my mind on a way out.

Everything had been going so well. The thrill of being in the studio, and hearing my songs professionally produced for the first time, was exhilarating and the more so when the rough edges of the band's musicianship were smoothed off. I really thought that we had the makings of a very special album. 

Then Glennys disappeared.

In retrospect my trust in her as the band's manager was stupidly naive but she was, after all, one of Roxy's, oldest friends. Not only did the tour proceeds disappear with her but it transpired that none of the studio time had actually been paid for. 

We faced a bill for tens of thousands and, after Roxy had finished hollowly swearing a bloody vengeance, I found out just what a house of straw 'Samois' really was. The girls did not even own their own instruments, everything was leased, the only one with any real assets was me.

I had actually managed to make a living when I was touring solo but that was simply because I owned outright the home I lived in. When my mother became seriously ill my coward of a father walked out leaving us to cope alone. My mother divorced him in absentia and then bequeathed everything to me but I would have given it all up if I could have just have had just a few more months with her. 

It seemed a total betrayal of her trust in me when I raised a mortgage on the property to bail out the band; but what choice did I have? The recording studio retained the rights to the master tracks and were threatening court proceedings. 

I invested in some legal advice but it appeared that, as a band, we were jointly and severally liable and, armed with a judgement, the bailiffs would distrain on the sole asset available to them, my home.

I began to cry at my own stupidity and the sky appeared to sympathise as a gentle rain began to fall. No nearer a solution I headed back to my cabin.

I tried the key but the door was already unlocked. I thought this odd as there were no lights on and then I heard sounds. I wondered if we were being burgled but I immediately dismissed this as an absurd notion given we were at sea.

Nevertheless I found myself creeping in and, as my eyes adjusted, I was astonished to find Sophie lying on top of her bed with fingers busy between her legs.

In the half light I could see that she had her eyes tightly closed lost to the world. 

My innate sense of probity was telling me to retreat as quietly as I had crept in but I remained riveted in place. I had always thought her beautiful, in the manner of a classical English rose, but the faint illumination leant her nakedness an almost ethereal quality.

My eyes gave shape to her pale limbs by referencing the points of contrasting darkness, the swollen nipples, a deep set navel but, most, of all, the inky triangle in which her fingers were seemingly enmeshed. 

As I watched I flared my nostrils just a little but all that I could smell was the lingering remnant of the perfume that she had sprayed on so liberally earlier in the evening.




Talent Spotting



The quickening rise and fall of her breasts was almost hypnotic but she must have sensed something. She suddenly froze and then reached for the light in a panic. 

"Shit! It's you!"

Her immediate shock gave way to indignation as she tried to cover herself with a sheet.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"I'm sorry. It was just this second. The door was unlocked."

The angry frown on her face dissolved and she started to laugh.

"Stupid of me not to lock it. I thought that you weren't coming back this evening and I was so fucking horny."

I knew exactly what she meant. The shared cabin afforded little in the way of privacy and, in her place, I might have done the same thing. 

For a few seconds there was an awkward silence between us and I tried to fill it.

"How did the gig go?"

"It was shit, frankly. You didn't miss much. The amplification was crap and the audience couldn't give a toss."

The expletives, delivered in her cut glass English accent, never failed to amuse me. She was a classically trained flautist but, in an act of rebellion against her parents, she had taken up the drums and followed the rock and roll lifestyle.

As a drummer she was a good flautist. She was technically proficient but lacked a style of her own. I had no doubt that Roxy had brought her on board more for her looks than her abilities. With her impeccably bobbed hairstyle and her large brown eyes surmounting a pixie nose and Clara Bow lips she had attracted her own loyal following.

After another uncomfortable pause she framed the question she really wanted to ask.

"How are you?"

She asked it with genuine concern but she could not begin to understand what I had been through. She knew, as we all did, that Hannah was a lesbian and Roxy had warned us that she had a reputation, even with straight women, but she told us to just play along with it and keep her sweet for the time being.

"I'm okay...But why should you think that I wasn't coming back?"

She hesitated and could not meet my eyes. When she did she was clearly embarrassed. 

"Roxy told us that you were bi-curious. She thought that you and Hannah had some sort of understanding."

For a moment I was too appalled to reply. It was not just that Roxy should say such a thing but more the fact that she was believed. What made it worse was the idea that I would choose Hannah to satisfy my 'curiosity'.

Sophie was studying my face but her own expression remained apprehensive. She shifted uneasily on the bed and, in so doing, she ruffled the sheet revealing the length of her leg. 

My eyes followed the movement, flitting to the smoothness of her toned thigh, and then back to her face. In that insignificant sliver of time something changed. 

She held my stare more assuredly and, in the periphery of my vision, I noted that she had allowed the sheet to slip just a little more. It took a moment to understand that she was daring me to look.

The realization was so startling that I found myself holding my breath as my thoughts tumbled over one another. She seemed somehow empowered and, as if to test this new authority, she slowly pulled the sheet away from her legs altogether.

The slightest of smiles touched her lips as she watched me struggle. The urge to look down almost overcame me and I was suddenly very conscious of my tired tongue.

Sensing victory she dropped her hand and the sheet fell from her body. Still I held her gaze but, with an almost imperceptible straightening of her shoulders, she jutted her breasts with an immodest arrogance. 

We were of a similar build, and probably within a cup size of one another, but her nipples were rounder and so much darker. 

In the next few seconds it seemed as if the air was being sucked from the room and the walls were closing in on me. I wanted to run, to cleanse myself, but I remained rooted to the spot as I fought down a deviant desire. 

I had always thought of Sophie as the band's moral compass. Casual sex was part and parcel of life on the road but, to the best of my knowledge, she had remained faithful to her boyfriend. 

I was now seeing a different side to her. She seemed more aligned to the suddenly altered dynamic of our relationship and now she was using it to her own advantage.

The tension was becoming unbearable but she let it build until it was almost physically painful. The resultant shock was then all the greater when, with an eerie calm, she insouciantly parted her legs.

This time there was no resistance as my eyes fell to the soft sculpted triangle that defined her sex. At its heart was a vivid pink slash and, as I watched, she traced it with her finger.

"I was so nearly there...will you help me?"

There was a sultry edge to her voice that I had never heard before and I felt my knees threatening to buckle. I moved towards her in a daze and before I lost courage I cupped her sex with my hand.

Its silkiness felt so natural, so right for her, but it contrasted with a primal heat and wetness. I could not say why but I felt an almost desperate need to kiss her. I brought my mouth closer to hers but, as I closed my eyes, she pressed an admonishing finger to my lips. 

I opened my eyes in surprise but her finger kept me shushed to silence as she spoke. 

"That's not what I want... Kneel down, I'm going to come in your mouth."

I never like being told what to do but the casually indifferent tone and the absolute certainty, on her part, that I would comply threw me off balance. She moved her hand to my shoulder and I barely resisted as she encouraged me to kneel.

I felt numb but this suited her purposes as she fulfilled her own desires. Her fingers found the nape of my neck and she pulled me in tipping my head back a little as she did so.

I resisted, or so I thought, but she manipulated me all too easily. She shifted forward a little on the bed until my chin was trapped beneath her.

The dampness that I felt was accompanied by her strong scent. A memory of Hannah flashed to mind but I perceived a subtle difference. I could not say why but, in some way, Sophie exuded youthfulness.

With one hand still cradling my head, holding me just so, she brought her fingers to her sex and began to knead herself with a growing urgency. 

I wanted to close my eyes, to pretend that I had not acceded to this, but she was looking down at me with the fierce intensity of a Medusa and I was transfixed. 

"Oh God...here it comes..."

There was no subtlety as she pushed two fingers deep inside and began to piston them with the squelch of moisture.

I knew what was about to happen, and knew equally that I could have avoided my fate, but I remained there mutely, with my mouth wide open.

She was breathing quickly, sharp, shallow, breaths and then she gave an almost silent scream. A gout of moisture anointed my forehead but then she took control. Her body stiffened but she held herself open directing the subsequent surge straight into my mouth.

"You beautiful bitch!...Swallow it."

I had little choice. It was not a copious offering but she wrung out every last drop as my degradation served to increase her excitement. 

At the finish she slumped back onto the bed leaving me completely ignored and I slunk away to the bathroom. 

I could not meet my own eyes in the mirror as I washed my face and brushed my teeth until my gums were sore. I changed into my sleep attire, a tee shirt and shorts that I had left hanging behind the bathroom door, and then crept back into the cabin.

She was curled up under her quilt and I thought that she was asleep but as I reached the centre of the floor she pulled her cover a little to one side.

"Take them off."

Her voice was invitingly husky and a glimpse at her breasts revealed the excitement of her nipples. 

I just wanted to reach the sanctuary of my own bed, to hide myself away, but there was something else. I was desperate to grant myself the relief that I had been denied for too many hours.

Somehow, that thought became transmuted and I suddenly dared to entertain the prospect of Sophie returning the favour. There was lust in her eyes and my heart began to trip a little faster. 

Before I could change my mind I stripped off and slid in beside her. She was hot, and her skin felt a little clammy, but I hardly noticed as I surrendered to her soft femininity. 

I was keenly aware of the smoothness of her skin, the gentle curve of her hip and when our breasts touched it felt as if a current was flowing between us. The firmness of her nipples as they played against mine prompted a sympathetic engorgement and I was desperate to meld my sex to the heat of hers. 

I looked to her for a lead and the blue of her eyes was almost lost to the dilated blackness of her pupils. She pecked a fleeting kiss on my lips and I immediately wanted more. 

I moved over her to bring our mouths together but she slid beneath me. Anticipating the wetness of her tongue I was confronted, instead, by the pert texture of her nipple. 

I was unsure what to do but the steady pressure against my lips stirred some long buried instinct. I parted them in acceptance and was surprised by a hint of saltiness. It passed quickly and my tongue began a hesitant exploration. 

The teat itself, taut and unyielding, felt much larger in my mouth than I knew it to be but I was fascinated by the heavily dimpled texture of her areola. I could feel her skin reacting to my touch. 

She arched her back a little, and knowing what I enjoyed myself, I sucked gently and took the sensitive tip between my teeth. I nipped at her tenderly, eliciting a appreciative groan, and enjoying the momentary illusion of being in control. 

I continued to play for a while, lost in the curious experience of finding myself on the other side of the fence, but I still felt the urge to kiss her. I needed the assurance that we had formed a bond of intimacy.

I lifted myself away from her but her eyes were closed offering no clues. I decided to seize the initiative. I rolled over her to place my legs between hers and awaited her reaction. 

My heart almost stopped as my sex touched hers and she lifted her hips to meet me but, in a single movement, she slipped away from me. 

It was all enacted so deftly. Bracing herself on my shoulders she moved a few inches further up in the bed whilst at the same time easing me downwards. My surprise at finding my face between her legs once more was compounded by the smothering darkness of the quilt as she flipped it over me. 

I was enveloped in the fug of warm bedding but it was quickly overpowered by her natural scent which was densely concentrated in the close confines. Several adjectives came to mind, amongst them greedy and inconsiderate, but I was being driven by a totally irrational impulse.

I fell upon her sex spearing my tongue deep inside. This time there was no delicacy. I plunged as deeply as I could and my face seemed buried in the wetness of her sex. I began to moan as I sucked at her.

She was undisturbed by my feral behaviour and I felt her arms pressing down through the quilt, either side of my head, keeping me in place. 

Time stood still and my hunger made me heedless of my growing discomfort.

I was getting hotter by the moment and I could feel beads of perspiration prickling my forehead. 

She too was feeling the heat and her thighs felt slick but she was able to enjoy the benefit of the cabin's cool air.

I regained a modicum of self control but, as I tried to break from her, she clasped her hands at the back of my head and pushed me back down. 

I was desperate for a breath of untainted air but she was very close and I could almost sense her beseeching me. 

In an effort to bring things quickly to a close I sought blindly for her clitoris and it took very little more before she melted into a second shuddering climax. 

I stayed with her as the final pleasurable spasms ebbed away and then she raised her knees allowing a merciful draft of fresh air to relieve the sexual furnace in which I was trapped. 

I was suddenly overcome by a heavy torpor and I remained where I was for a moment or two happy in the knowledge that it was now my turn. I actually shivered in anticipation as I slipped out at the foot of the bed but my heart sank when a single soft snore confirmed that Sophie had fallen sound asleep. 

Chapter 4 

The next morning Sophie acted as if nothing had happened leaving me totally off balance; if I could have hidden myself away I would have done so but we were still twenty-four hours from New York.

I breakfasted alone and then ensconced myself in front of a PC in the business suite figuring that I would not be bothered there. Not for the first time I began to research Hannah and her management company. 

When she had first approached us the others were exultant and with good reason. She had a track record of taking underachieving UK bands and breaking them in the US. I alone was sceptical. To my way of looking at things she majored too much on the 'look' of a band.

We now owned our master tapes and my vote was to try and do a deal with a UK label but when the others saw the numbers, including an offer to clear my personal debt, I was outvoted. The clincher was the offer of an immediate trip to New York and a fourteen date club tour. 

Only later did I begin to realize the implications of the small print. All of my songs on the album were assigned to Hannah's publishing company to which I was tied for the next three years. On the face of it the deal was lucrative but, if the band folded, I could not make a move without Hannah's say so. 

I idled away the rest of the day. I swam, lunched by myself, and watched a film in the ship's cinema. Eventually I returned to the cabin. Sophie was not there and I felt an odd mix of relief and disappointment. She had left a hastily scribbled note on the table.

"Rehearsal at 5. Hannah wants to see you in her cabin asap. Join us soon as you can."

My heart sank on reading it; I knew that Hannah had no intention of allowing me to rehearse. I read the note again, took a deep breath, and steeled myself. I was going to stand my ground and damn the consequences.

At the entrance to her cabin I stabbed at the bell before my resolve wavered but, as the door opened, my heart began to race. 

Hannah had undergone something of a transformation. She had had her hair restyled so that it lay in soft, heavy, curls and, in keeping with this more natural appearance, she had toned down her usually garish makeup. 

"Like the new look?"

Good manners unthinkingly made me answer in the affirmative but the truth was it suited her. It did not make her look any younger but in discarding the image of a hard edged business woman she revealed a hidden sensuousness. 

"I thought it was time for a change and I don't seem to find the time to treat myself when I'm back home"

As she spoke she invited me into the room and I was lulled by the hint of confidentiality in her tone. I began to hope that she had recognized the immorality of her mistreatment of me but I was quickly disabused. 

She stood in the centre of the room and proceeded to divest herself of her heavy towelling gown to reveal a diaphanous three quarter length nightdress. For some reason the barrier of the filmy fabric had more of an effect on me than had she been completely naked.

My eyes dropped to her chest. One dark nipple was already engorged and thrust proudly against the veil whilst its twin remained coyly concealed. I followed the drape of the gown noting how it softened the curve of her hips and masked the slight heaviness of her thighs bringing the focus to her shapely calves.

The whole survey was over in an instant but, as my eyes returned to hers it was to find a knowing glint of conquest. I wanted to rail against her but my mouth felt suddenly very dry. 

She held my stare for a second or two and then cast a glance at the bedside table. There, neatly rolled, were the webbing straps that she had used the night before.

The sight of them broke the spell but she spoke first.

"I hope that I won't need them again...although they do have other uses...but I don't think you're quite ready for that just yet."

She had a knack of throwing me off kilter and her remarks set my mind racing. I had no idea to what she was referring except that she seemed to believe that I would now become a willing participant.

The idea was as presumptuous as it was odious but I remained spellbound as she slowly loosened the series of tiny silk bows that held her gown together at the front. 

The sheer material slowly parted and was only held in place by the splendour of her ample breasts and the image that came to mind was that of a magnificent Valkyrie. 

"Come here..."

She spoke the words quietly but with an edge of authority and I determined to defy her. I wanted to storm from the room, slamming the door behind me, but my body refused to respond. 

She waited patiently, as if amused by my inner struggle, but then she closed her net. Holding my stare she slowing ran the tip of her tongue over her top lip. It was contrived, clichéd, but I felt my stomach lurch. 

I felt an urge to kiss her glistening mouth but in my fevered state it was almost instantly translated into a twisted desire to engage in an altogether more intimate coupling. 

For a few seconds I did not breathe as the shock of this registered and I felt a little faint. I went down to one knee and then two but still felt enfeebled and I accepted, without thought, the support she now offered.

She held me to her, stroking my hair, and only slowly did her voice filter through. I felt the warmth of her stomach against my cheek but she was gently coaxing me downwards.

"Show me what you've learned..."

I was incapable of self determination as she presented her sex to my face. Unhurriedly, and with total assurance, she delicately chafed herself against my features. She radiated a sultry heat on which was borne up her potent scent with all its promise.

I opened my mouth a little telling myself that I simply needed to breathe regularly and to get a grip on myself but, deep down, I recognized my own self deception.

My greedy tongue was poised when the bubble of the private universe that bounded us was suddenly burst.

For a few moments all worldly sounds, save her voice and the gentle susurration of our physical contact, had been lost to me but the unmistakable noise of the cabin door penetrated like a knife.

Her grip on my head instantly became vice-like but she made no move to cover herself. For my part I was mortified when I heard the unmistakable Minnesotan tones of Laurel, Hannah's young personal assistant. 

"We have a problem with the rehearsal."

Hannah replied with just the tiniest hint of irritation.

"Can't you sort it?"

"They're arguing amongst themselves but I saw Ted Beamish listening in at the back of the hall.

Hannah paused as she deliberated but my own thoughts turned to the young woman from Minneapolis. She was acting perfectly normally as though the sight she beheld was nothing out of the ordinary. 

I forlornly hoped that she had not recognized me, with my back turned to her, but common sense told me that she knew exactly who it was abasing herself on her knees.

Making an instant decision Hannah turned from me and picked up her robe. "Get back there and calm them down. We'll be there in five."

Laurel left, closing the door behind her, and I was glad that she had not seen my face which, at that moment, was glowing crimson. As I rose to my feet, trying to restore a semblance of normality, Hannah spoke tersely.

"Go and fetch whatever you need and meet me downstairs."

One hundred and one thoughts vied for attention in my fevered mind as I quickly returned to the cabin to collect my guitar but, prominent amongst them, was a minor feeling of triumph which came from knowing that Hannah needed me to bail out the rehearsal session.




Talent Spotting



It had probably seemed like a good idea at the time to hold the inaugural Music Industry Professional, 'MIP', awards at sea with an added opportunity to check out a select few up and coming bands.

For the first couple of days everything was cordial but, since then, old rivalries had surfaced and simmered. Most of these people were unused to staying in one place for any length of time and, despite all of the amenities, allied to a holiday atmosphere, some of them were going stir crazy. 

Few had taken up the opportunity to bring their spouses or partners and clumsy attempts to take advantage of the freedom so afforded only added fuel to flames. 

I took my time heading to the hall. I had given a lot of thought as to why Hannah had wanted the others to perform without me and, apart from the obvious personal reasons, I had come to the conclusion that she did not want the band to be seen at its very best lest any of her rivals tried to muscle in.

It was doubtful if any of them had yet seen the band in its new incarnation, as we had only performed in the UK up to now, but there was definitely an industry buzz.

I could see why the presence of Beamish at the rehearsal might force Hannah's hand. His syndicated music column was read by millions and if he was disparaging it would take a lot to recover.

When I arrived Hannah was fuming. There had been a tacit understanding, amongst all the mangers, that rehearsals would be closed sessions; she had the events coordinator pinned in the corner and was demanding to know how Beamish had slipped in. 

My appearance diffused some of the tension, not least amongst the girls, and after a few moments we launched into "Solidify". It went reasonably well and Roxy had really got to grips with the vocal. My own performance was a little stilted, hindered, in part, by Sophie's presence behind me on drums.

To distract myself I did something that I had not done before. At the chorus I stepped forward to share Roxy's microphone. She looked surprised but did not miss a beat. She gave me room and the conjunction seemed to add a new element to the harmony.

I could not gauge Beamish's reaction in the darkness at the back of the hall but Hannah looked pleased. She left us to it and I found an enormous sense of relief in doing what I loved most.

Chapter 5

The gig that evening went well. We were one of three bands performing and, in my opinion, by far the best. The others seemed to be struggling with the muted amplification made necessary on a ship but my songs, originally written for solo guitar, were well suited.

We hung out together afterwards and everyone chipped in with some good ideas to improve things further. Sophie acted completely naturally and there was no hint that she had said anything to the others.

I still felt uneasy about returning to the cabin with her but events took a turn. Laurel came to our table and, for a moment, my heart was in my mouth but she was completely business-like as she addressed herself to me.

"Can you spare a few minutes for Hannah? There's someone she wants you to meet."

I was a little uneasy as it became clear that we were headed for Hannah's stateroom and I tried to compose myself as she left me at the door. I found Hannah seated at the table with someone I immediately recognized.

Eva Branco had been a huge star on the Brazilian music scene but was now, in her thirties, better known for her national radio show which was the recognized US showcase for new musical talent. 

As a young woman she often appeared in lists of the "world's most beautiful" but it seemed to me that she had matured with age. Her lustrous dark hair bespoke her Portuguese heritage as did her deep brown eyes which contrasted with the fullness of her lips exaggerated by her trademark scarlet lipstick.

Her high cheek bones and long straight nose gave the impression of a perpetually smiling face but she had made a reputation as a ruthless business woman. 

I remembered, a little while ago, the newspaper stories concerning her state of health and, in particular, her dramatic weight loss but it appeared as though she had fully recovered as she was clearly back to her full figured best. She was wearing a tight fitting dress and displaying an impressive décolletage.

She stood to greet me and kissed me on each cheek.

"I watched your performance this evening, very impressive."

I took this as high praise from a woman whose songs had been cited as an influence by a number of the world's best known musicians but there was more to come.

"I would like to feature 'Samois' on my show but you should give some thought to writing outside the band. You have a real talent and good songwriters are a rare breed. I think I might be in a position to help you"

I felt exultant but something made me look towards Hannah. She stood to gain from any success that I might garner but her expression was ice cold.

"Remember what I told you. If you do everything I ask of you I will not only make you famous I will make you a very wealthy young woman. If you choose to cross me you will never work in this industry again. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" 

I could not understand why she was demeaning me like this in front of Eva. I thought she was being astute in feting her as a counter balance to any damage Beamish might do but why was she now trying to bring me down?

The next few seconds made it hideously apparent. 

Eva rose from her seat and, addressing herself to Hannah, she casually started to undress.

"Does she do everything?"

"She's still an ingénue but she shows some promise"

I was not sure what shocked me more; the way they spoke of me as if I were a mere commodity or the easy manner in which Hannah seemed to accept Eva's nakedness as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

It was a body of which she could be justly proud. She was nicely in proportion and clearly honed by hours in the gym; but for her larger than average breasts she could easily have been taken for an athlete.

Her dark complexion negated the need for any assistance from the sun and she appeared to be free of any body art which, to my mind, was an increasingly worrying trend amongst women.

Inevitably my eyes were drawn to her nipples which had already reacted to the chill of the room. They were perfect circles, so dark they seemed almost black. 

She seemed happy for me to look but then she made her way over to the bed. She propped the pillows up against the cushioned head board and proceeded to make herself comfortable. 

Hannah took this as her cue to rise and I am sure I detected a hint of lust in her eyes as she headed towards the door.

"Have fun...and don't wear her out."

Then she was gone, leaving us alone. 

I did not think that I could have felt any more uncomfortable but as she looked me up and down I wanted to cringe.

"Get undressed. Let me see you."

It was a measure of my conditioning to that point that the request surprised me. Did I dare hope?

I stripped off and stood uneasily lacking all the self assurance that these women possessed.

"Put on some music."

Such was my paranoia I wondered if she was testing me to see what I would choose. The stateroom was equipped with an MP3 'jukebox' and I played safe and browsed the classical selection. I opted for Mahler's 'Resurrection' which always helped to transport me. 

"Come here."

She sat up looking totally relaxed, almost regal, as she patted the bed in invitation.

I wanted to feel anger, to convince myself that I was being coerced, but as I drew closer to her all I felt was a sense of anticipation. I stood awkwardly at the side of the bed unsure what to do next. 

"Wait."

She reached out and ran her hand slowly over the swell of my hip then down to my thigh.

"You have lovely skin."

I did not know how to react to the compliment, I simply wanted her to keep on stroking me with her deft fingers. I stayed very still, not wishing to disturb the moment, but she withdrew as suddenly as she had started.

"Watch."

She languidly drew up her knees and allowed her legs to fall open. She gave me a moment to glance at her sex before she began to caress herself. 

Her mound was pronounced and it looked as if she was allowing her hair to grow back in. It was covered by a sculpted dark frizz which rasped softly as she drew her fingernail across it.

After a moment she began to press gently with her fingertips and her sex opened a little to reveal the delicate ridges of her inner lips. Once into the light they seemed to swell with shiny wetness and she teased them with a single fingertip.

As I watched I could feel a growing heat between my legs, and I was tempted to mirror her movements, but the fascination of watching her as she slowly aroused herself kept me frozen in time.

It seemed an age before she pressed a little less gently and her finger disappeared to the first knuckle. With the portal broached there was another long pause before she flexed her hand and it sank in to the root.

Three fingers and a thumb now splayed her sex and appeared motionless but the tiny play of muscle at the back of her hand betrayed the movement within.

Finally, with a shallow sigh, she withdrew her finger and slowly turned it back and forth catching the light. I fully expected her to present it to my mouth but I was caught unawares as she leaned towards me and put her hand between my legs. 

I instinctively tried to bring my legs together but she instantly formed a fist.

"Stay still"

I relaxed and she opened her hand once more. 

I was immediately aware of her finger, gently probing, and only now realized just how aroused I had become. Within seconds she had gained an easy access and I could not prevent a groan from escaping my lips.

She was doing magical things to me but it was the conception of our comingled essence that, somehow, increased my excitement. 

As she continued to explore she watched for my reaction and she seemed amused at my embarrassment as she elicited ever louder wet nioises from my sex but, discomforted or not, I knew that if she sought out my clitoris I would be taken over the edge.

Unfortunately, she had her own agenda. Her fingertip reached a point high up in my sex and, having found it, she began a delicate manipulation. The immediate sensation made me gasp for breath. It was as though my clitoris was being stimulated from the rear and I had never felt anything quite like it.

I could feel my climax building with a reckless inevitability but as I braced myself for its onset she suddenly eased off. 

I looked at her with a desperate pleading in my eyes but she simply smiled, let me cool off, and then began again. In all she brought me to the brink three times and, at the finish, I wanted to scream in frustration, but this was precisely the point to which she wanted to bring me.

Leaving me quivering she took her hand away and settled onto the bed once more. I felt shell shocked but she was not in a mood to indulge me. Taking hold of my wrist she pulled me onto the bed.

"I want you to eat me."

After what had just transpired her words sounded coarse but they resonated with something deep inside of me. She raised her legs again and I could not rid myself of a sense of destiny as I prostrated myself between them.

She gave no further orders, no guidance, she wanted me to submit willingly and knew that I would acquiesce.

For my part my world seemed shifted out of phase. As I looked at her sex, open and inviting, a thing of beauty, I could believe that this was the path that I was always fated to follow. 

There was no doubting that it felt right in some way but what frightened me was the unexpected excitement engendered by taking the role of supplicant. 

It ran contrary to everything I believed about myself. I was self reliant, ambitious, some would even call me headstrong but, in this arena, all my preconceptions were turned on their head.

Her sex was seeping, a sparkling runnel tracing its course down her tensed cheeks to dampen the bedding. It beckoned to me and I answered its Siren call. Settling between the comforting enclosure of her thighs I used the tip of my tongue first to stem the flow but then to trace it to its source.

Acceptance imbued the taste with an added sweetness and I lingered for a while enjoying the tautness of her perfect skin before savouring the softness of her sex itself.

The word 'ingénue' echoed my mind as a mild taunt and I determined to prove to her that I was just as capable as she. I began to tease her labia with a gossamer touch and to make her suffer the same exquisite agony that she had visited upon me.

The throbbing heart of the ship's engines marked the passage of time but it was many hundreds of beats before I blessed her with a firmer pressure. By then she was leaking copiously and her scent was a stifling thickness in the air but I breathed it deeply.

Outwardly, she appeared composed but her sex opened like a ripe fruit and, inside, she was molten. My tongue was drenched with the fullness of her taste and I felt an urge to suck it from her but I held myself in check. 

Her muscles clutched at me but I withdrew partially. Curling my tongue I began to explore the roof of her sex. 

After only a few moments my jaw began to ache and my tongue felt strained but her breathing had increased rapidly. I do not know if it was her intention but I was seeking that same spot that had triggered such an incredible reaction from me. 

She was now tightly strung and there was a strong temptation to focus on her clitoris and bring her release but I persevered and was rewarded when her legs clamped fiercely about my head.

It was suffocatingly hot but there was now no escape even if I had wanted it. Her body began to rock and, whist all sound was lost to me, I sensed the vibration of a muffled scream as she started to come. 

My mouth and nose felt filled with moisture and the drowning sensation almost made me panic, but there was something else. I forced myself to relax and, as I did so, I felt a vivid tingling between my legs. 

I crossed my ankles and began to squeeze and, for a few seconds, I feared I would fail but Eva chose that moment to exert even more pressure as she rode out the final tremors. 

We were bound as one, rigid as steel, but at the core I felt an exhilarating release of tension. 

I had never experienced an orgasm like it. It was centred on my sex but it reached out to each extremity of my body vibrating like a sonorous chime. I would have cried out with the intensity of it but my mouth was still choked by her wetness.

I could have stayed there forever, suspended in that moment, but she could finally take no more and had to set me free. 

I lay there gasping, between her legs, unable to summon up the strength to move but I wanted to look into her eyes. 

When I did she tried to feign indifference but I could see that she was as surprised as I was at the turn of events. In an effort to reassert herself she drew the covers over her body leaving me vulnerable in my nakedness but I now held myself with renewed dignity. 

"Would you like a drink?"

She seemed momentarily taken aback by my temerity but answered civilly. 

"A spritzer, please." 

I stood at the bar and made up two glasses and imagined her surreptitiously taking in my naked form. The thought brought with it a renewed tingling. 

I handed her a glass and sat the edge of the bed with mine. After a long pause she spoke.

"I was serious about your songs. If you wanted me to I could buy you out of your contract with Hannah."

I looked at her unsure what was implied but I could take some guesses. Professionally, I now knew that I was a valuable commodity but she wanted to possess me entirely. 

For a fleeting moment, her rare beauty, and what had passed between us provided a temptation but I was under no illusions. She would tire of me and, once she did, I would be no better off than I was with Hannah.

She must have misinterpreted my silence because she played another card.

"There is nothing Hannah has that I cannot take."

With that she got up and began to get dressed. I felt an odd frisson of disappointment but there was now a coldness about her.

She took her phone from her bag and dialled.

"It's me. I'm ready" 

I assumed that she was speaking to Hannah and I reached for my own clothes. I was still sexually charged but I felt physically tired and in no mood for Hannah's predilections. I was certainly caught in a bind but my recent self revelation had cast a new complexion on things. 

As I finished dressing the cabin door opened and I braced myself for a confrontation but I was taken by surprise when Laurel walked in. 

Remembering our last encounter I felt myself starting to blush but, unusually, she too looked ill at ease. The band had taken to calling her 'The Ice Maiden' because of her total unflappability in the face of the chaos that was an inevitable part of life on the road and Hannah was definitely not an easy woman to work for. It was also noted that she bore a strong resemblance to Nancy Kerrigan the Olympic skater.

She kept herself to herself for the most part and I knew little about her except that she held an MBA from Yale and that Hannah had poached her from Apple Corp.

Closing the door behind her she gave me an odd look and then turned to Eva.

"As we agreed?"

Eva smiled as she replied.

"Exactly as we agreed."

She saw my puzzlement but she let me stew for a moment before she approached Laurel and put an arm around her shoulders.

"When we reach the States Laurel is flying on to Los Angeles to get married. She is then going to resign her position with Hannah and she will be taking up a new post as my business manger in San Diego."

Anticipating my obvious question she continued.

"No, Hannah doesn't know yet and it will teach her a lesson. Laurel has no problem with her predilections it's simply that Hannah can be embarrassingly indiscrete.

Which brings me to you...

Laurel here is as straight as a die but she is a little curious as to what all the fuss is about. I promised her that I would give her a chance to find out before she tied the knot. Call it a deal clincher if you like."

I could not quite believe what I had just heard and I replayed the words in my mind to reach a different interpretation but one look at her was enough to confirm that she was totally serious.

It was outrageous. It was nothing less than an attempt to pimp me out but, shockingly, I felt a renewed surge of arousal. 

From then on events seemed to take place in slow motion, allowing me all the time I needed to turn my back on them, but I remained still as she slipped a sleep mask over my eyes and whispered a single word into my ear.

"Kneel..."

The sudden darkness afforded a strange feeling of comfort even though I knew it was just another form of degradation. I could hear the enticing rustle of clothing but she did not want me to bear witness to her state of undress.

The chink of ice in a glass betrayed Eva's position on the bed but other sounds were harder to fathom until I realized that Laurel had set a chair in front of me and made herself comfortable. 

Without a word she unceremoniously put her hand to the back of my head and pulled me in. 

For a second I panicked, caught off balance, but then I was nestled between her open thighs. She had removed her skirt and underwear but my head was brushed by the silk of her blouse. 

Despite her cool demeanour she was extremely aroused. I was almost overcome by the reek of her excitement and I was surprised to find that the area surrounding her sex was slick with moisture.

I immediately conjured up a vision of her touching herself as she waited for the anticipated phone call with growing frustration. For some reason I was able to picture this in my mind with such vivid clarity that I let out an involuntary moan. 




Talent Spotting



Driven by some darker imperative I began to rub my face against her sex and her thighs smearing myself with her compelling spoor. 

I feared that my unnatural behaviour would upset her but it had the opposite effect. With a deep throated growl she clutched my head with both hands and held me tightly to her.

The warmth of my quickened breathing was enough to set off her climax taking her by surprise. At first she remained still, almost disbelieving, but then she ground herself against me as if fearing to be left bereft. 

When, at last, her unyielding grip was relaxed I knew that I had been used but felt no sense of indignation. In fact, I would have found it hard to put into words exactly what my feelings were just at that moment. Suffice to say I remained on my knees and began to preen her, lapping up the warm residue from her inner thighs before venturing blindly onto the smooth swell of her pudendum. 

Guided only by the touch of my tongue I encountered the occasional snag where she was not quite perfectly depilated but then I reached the honeyed folds of her sex. 

The first touch yielded up a rich ooze and drew from her a pleading whimper. She wanted to feel my tongue inside but I made her wait as I savoured her sweet offering.

As I continued a slow sweep of her labia I enjoyed the way they seemed to cling to me as if reluctant to let me go and all the while they continued to weep.

The softness contrasted with the growing tension in her body as she was slowly lifted back towards the summit. To offer encouragement, she dismissed any qualms she may have had and slipped the mask from my eyes.

I noted her dishevelled hair where she had cleared it from her face and a tell tale creasing of her blouse where she had sought out her breast but then I returned to the task in hand. 

In reality her sex was more modest than I had imagined but her labia stood out in vivid pink. I needed no fresh invitation and simply eased my tongue inside. 

As I did so she held her body rigid and the only movement was the press of her inner muscles in response to the flexing of my tongue. 

I burrowed deeper still to discover a well spring of moisture and, as I slowly began to suck, she was racked by a series of tiny convulsions. Almost immediately she placed her hands at the sides of my head and I thought that she wanted me to stop but then I understood.

Pressing with my thumbs I revealed the hidden nub of her clitoris and quickly brought the tip of my tongue to bear. 

I was surprised by its firmness and it felt larger than it actually appeared. I was a little unsure, and concerned that I may have been clumsy, but I need not have worried as her body was wrenched by paroxysms of pleasure.

Each time I thought it was over she found another reserve and held herself aloft until, finally, she could take no more. She slumped in her seat, totally spent, and I was flattered by the look of gratitude that I saw in her eyes.

Chapter 6

I left the cabin without another word and stood at the ship's rail to try and clear my head. By any rational judgement I had been degraded but then why the hell had I found it so exciting?

For a moment or two I seriously thought about getting some professional help but then dismissed the idea. I convinced myself that all I needed was little time and space away from the others to think things through.

I decided that I would finish the trip by doing all that was professionally asked of me and nothing else no matter what the consequences. Strengthened by this new resolve I returned to my cabin.

Sophie was not there and I found myself mildly disappointed; I guess that I was unconsciously looking for a way to prove my determination. 

I took a long shower and I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. It was mid morning before I finally rose and then it was a rush to prepare for disembarkation.

The next few days passed in a blur. Hannah introduced Carl as our tour manager and he ensconced us in The Marriott on Fifth Avenue, which was to be our base for the duration of our stay; it qualified as the height of luxury after our recent experiences in the UK.

The first gigs went well. The club only had a capacity of four hundred but we generated some good press and set ourselves up for the larger venues to come.

Hannah and her people proved themselves consummate professionals and kept things rolling smoothly in what was otherwise a frenzied atmosphere.

I saw little of Hannah herself, which suited me perfectly well, but then I received an invitation to join her for lunch at the Plaza hotel. The choice of venue set an alarm bell ringing but I wanted to clear the air.

She had booked a table in "The Oak Room" and she looked completely at home in the opulent surroundings. She had refined the more casual look that she had begun to foster at sea and was wearing a white linen two-piece.

We both ordered mineral water and then she stared at me for a moment before she spoke.

"I want to be straight with you. For every band that turns me a profit a dozen fail completely. I liked the look of 'Samois' from the get go. Roxy is definitely going to make it in this business one way or another but it was you who was the real attraction."

I tried to keep my expression neutral as I waited for her to continue.

"Now you probably think that I am the devil incarnate, and not without some justification, but I pride myself on being able to spot certain nuances and I'm betting that you have done a lot of soul searching of late.

The point is, you have a rare talent, musically speaking, and I am going to everything in my power to promote it. You can rest assured that, from here on in, our relationship will remain strictly professional unless..."

She left the sentence unfinished, took a sip of water, and paused before continuing. 

"I have even forgiven that bitch Eva for stealing Laurel from me. She wants you to write some songs for consideration by Astral's management."

She gave it a moment to sink in. Astral represented so much that I hated about the music industry. A manufactured girl band, all show and no substance, but they were the current big thing in on this side of the Atlantic. If they chose to sing one of my songs I would be made.

As we ate my mind continued to buzz and I paid only cursory attention to what Hannah was saying. At the end of the meal she dropped another bombshell.

"Astral are headlining the Central Park gig at the weekend and following Johnson's drug arrest they are going to be down one support act."

I looked at her in disbelief.

"Are you saying that you can get 'Samois' on the bill?"

The gig would attract a television audience of millions; people would kill to take up the spare slot even if it only meant playing a couple of songs.

She smiled as she dabbed her mouth with her napkin.

"If you're ready we can go and meet them. They're staying in the Royal Plaza."

I followed her in a daze barely taking in my surroundings but as we exited the lift she turned me to face her.

"Listen carefully. However this pans out you will be a star in your own right someday soon.

The girls do not know about the song deal; so far as they are concerned you are simply representing a prospective support band. They've seen the video shoot from the ship so they know what to expect. It is up to you to convince them. The choice is entirely yours.

I was still trying to make sense of her enigmatic remark when the door was opened and there they were. 

They were no less beautiful in reality than they appeared on screen but there was something odd about seeing them on a human scale. They were sharing a sofa, which would have accommodated five with ease, in front of which was set a single armchair presumably for my use. 

I desperately tried to dredge up what I remembered about them. Were they all still teenagers? I had a vague recollection that one of them had just turned twenty but I could not remember which. Then, to my chagrin, I realized that I did not know their real names

In keeping the 'Astral' brand their management had christened them with the names of constellations and so I knew them, as did the rest of the world, as Cassie, Delphi and Lynx. 

As I sat I wondered if they had been rehearsing one of their much copied dance routines; the suite was more than big enough. They were each wearing a skimpy cheer leader outfit and they were glowing in spite of the ruthless air conditioning.

Delphi, sitting in the centre acted as their spokeswoman. Her questions proved quite astute, given her stage persona as a California beach blonde, and I answered as best I could whilst trying not to look at her long tanned legs and her eye catching breasts.

In fact their bodies could all have been cast from the same mould and I felt like a poor relation.

Whilst Delphi spoke Cassie seemed to develop a fascination with her own hair. She hailed originally from South East Asia and her long sleek tresses had recently won her a lucrative contract for a series of shampoo ads.

Lynx seemed equally bored with proceedings. She was blessed with the dark beauty of her Brazilian heritage and had carved out a successful solo career before 'Astral' was formed.

It occurred to me that she may have provided the link between the band and Eva, although I would not normally have associated Eva with such a blatantly commercial enterprise, but there proved to be a more sinister connotation. 

Hannah tapped me on the shoulder and excused herself.

"I'll leave you ladies to finish up. If we are all agreed I will meet with the organizers tomorrow and flesh out the details"

Once she was gone Delphi turned to me once more.

"We were told that you would be prepared to audition."

Was she expecting me to sing, right there, unaccompanied? I missed the odd stress that she put on the final word and my silence seemed to exasperate her.

"When we are on the road we leave our boyfriends at home but we still have certain needs. We were told that you would be discrete."

The import of her words hit me like a cosh. Clearly anonymous men, or even professional women, hanging around the band would be a publicity nightmare but the idea that Eva, or perhaps Hannah, would instead act as a procuress left me stunned.

I should have felt disgusted but, instead, I almost succumbed to an urge to touch myself.

Was this what Hannah appreciated about me from the very outset; that, deep down, I was little more than a lesbian slut?

As I looked at Delphi I found it incredulous that she had sat there throughout the whole interview confident that, by the end of it, I would finish up on my knees before her.

I began to understand what Hannah was referring to when she spoke of my choices. The deal was done, 'Samois' had the gig. Anything else was entirely up to me. 

Dephi continued to stare intently and she recognized the moment of transition even before I did myself.

"She wants to play...."

Cassie gave a triumphant whoop but I only had eyes for the young blonde as she stood up and casually removed her skimpy underwear. I immediately noted that she was not sporting an all over tan. A single glance was enough to confirm that her smooth sex was delineated by the pale shadow of an abbreviated thong.

She smiled as she watched my reaction and then ripped off the Velcro fastening of her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor. The others, taking their cue, moved a little closer to her and I then knew, for certain, that I was not the first.  

Despite their relative youth they looked down on me with that same uncaring disdain that Hannah and Eva had manifested. I was here to provide a service and my own feelings counted for nothing.

I cursed my own weakness but the warm dampness of my panties told its own story.

Delphi sat back down with her legs wantonly parted and tossed a cushion on to the floor.

"You'd better make yourself comfortable, this may take a little while..."

Lynx sniggered as I went to my knees, almost in a trance, to take my place between her thighs. They seemed impossibly smooth; there was not a single hair in evidence leading me to suppose that her beauty regime was very high maintenance but then they could afford the very best.

I felt disembodied, as though it was not really me kissing at the inviting hollow at the top of her leg. The taste was a little salty and I began to lick until all traces had gone. Only then did I shift my attention and begin all over again on the opposite side. 

"She's a tease...I like that." 

Delphi gave my head an encouraging pat but I needed no inducement. I continued to lick her tanned skin avoiding, for now, the pale path leading to the real treasure. 

At some point Cassie leaned over and flicked my hair clear of my forehead the better to witness my subservience but I did not miss a beat. Delphi's sex had visibly swollen and the sharp line that defined it was becoming less distinct. 

This slow revealing of her inner pinkness reinforced the intensity of her heated musk and I closed my eyes and breathed it in.

I had to taste her and it was a craving I could no longer fight. With a broad sweep I took in the perfect curve of her mons and the sharp sensation began to spread out from the centre of my tongue mellowing as it reached the edges.

I continued to move the flat of my tongue up and down, not quite entering, and taking a perverse pleasure from her ever increasing agitation.

"Look at her. She really loves the taste of you."

Cassie's laughing remark seemed to come from some distant place as I began to apply an insistent pressure that slowly split her sex asunder in a welcoming surrender.

My tongue was suddenly rooted deep inside her greeted by a wellspring of moisture. I felt myself shiver and any cares I may have had simply evaporated. I was living in that moment and my tongue seemed to connect her sex to mine. As I lifted her to her zenith I was rising with her.

Delphi began to pant in anticipation but I kept her on the boil for a few moments yet before relenting. It took a conscious effort to relax my tongue and withdraw sufficiently to tease her clitoris.

It was firm but indistinct, eluding the tip of my tongue, and so I used my fingers to spread her sex and pin it in place. Now I could take it gently between my lips and lick it without mercy. 

The others were quiet now and I suspect that they were a little awed by the manner in which Delhi visibly lost her composure.

"Oh God....please..."

She was lifting her hips as she begged me to bring her release and I did not disappoint. I began to flick my tongue with a rapidity that I would have considered beyond me but I could feel the resonance deep in my own sex. 

Her body started to jerk but I kept to my task and kept on licking as she rode the crest and then reluctantly began the inevitable fall. 

I was surprised when she thanked me in a manner that was clearly heartfelt but the others still awaited. 

As I drew back from the confines of Delphi's thighs it was to find that both Cassie and Lynx had both stripped themselves of their skirts and panties so that all three were now attired in just their cropped tops and white track shoes. 

For a second I was struck by the absurd thought that they were keeping their breasts secret from me but the image they presented was almost heart stopping in its immodesty. If I could have taken a photograph at that moment I could have sold it for a fortune.

Cassie could not contain her impatience. She tossed aside the magazines from the surface of the marble topped coffee table which was almost large enough to qualify as a single bed. She grabbed another cushion and set it at one end.

"Lie down. I want to ride your face."

She said it with an almost careless cruelty but her words stirred something in me that I could not define. As I took my place I knew that, just days earlier, I would have poured scorn on anyone who would have been prepared to debase themselves in this manner but I was seeing the world anew.

She wasted no time in mounting the table and kneeling up over my head. Like Delphi she was perfectly depilated but her sex was less symmetrical. Her labia were more obvious and appeared, in some way, to be more mature. 

Looking up I noted tiny details; the faint track of an appendix scar, suggestive of a very expensive job of work, the unadorned navel piercing and the undercurve of her breasts still held captive by her tight top. 

For a few seconds she seemed to welcome my appraisal, with the arrogance of a young woman used to being adored, but it was a brief respite. Using the fingers of both hands she slowly peeled her sex open to reveal a wet rawness. 

Fairy strands formed silvery catenary curves that stretched and broke as she held herself wide and then, like a queen taking her throne, she settled herself on my face.

At first I thought her weight would break my skull but, having shimmied herself into a comfortable position, she relieved the pressure just a little. It seemed impossible that one as slender as she could so completely envelop me in suffocating darkness but I could now only breathe at her whim. 

She rocked herself gently, coating me with her sap, so that when she allowed me to finally draw a breath it was heavy with the scent of her. 

This became the pattern of the next few minutes as she continued to slide herself over the topography of my features pausing only at broken intervals to allow for air.

In my past life mild claustrophobia would have caused me to panic but the new me embraced the perverted indignity. With every tiny thrust of her pelvis I felt my own sex responding.

I was surprised, knowing that she had not yet climaxed, when she slid back altogether and rested on my chest. She shook out her long dark hair and I saw that she was perspiring with effort. 

I was wondering if something else had been expected of me. Had she wanted to be licked? If this was so the abuse of my face did not allow for it. The answer came when Lynx spoke.

"Let her see it."

Cassie straightened up allow me to see Lynx standing beside me. Had the sight not been so menacing it would have been comical. 

Secured by straps around her waist and thighs she had a vinyl phallus jutting from her sex. It was not a facsimile but a simple rounded tube in garish pink. She stepped closer and I could see that it was not as smooth as it first appeared. At intervals there were narrow rings of almost invisible dimples which shone with lubricant.

It must have been six or seven inches long and so thick that I doubted if I could have closed my thumb and middle finger about it. Only now did I notice that she had a corresponding proportion buried deep inside her. 

I was about to protest when Cassie slid forward and silenced me. Sealed in once more I felt oddly soothed but then I felt insistent hands easing my thighs apart. I began to struggle but Cassie rode me down and then I felt Lynx positioning herself between my legs. 

The first cold touch terrified me but she was in no hurry. She teased the smoothed tip around my sex with a welcomed gentleness which developed into an arousing stimulus. 

Cassie must have felt me relax a little because she began to take her own pleasure once more picking up exactly where she had left off. Again, she controlled my breathing but then she held me under for a longer spell. 

I was getting desperate and, when she finally permitted, I gasped a deep breath. At that precise moment Lynx leaned into me and the phallus sank home with obscene ease. 

It took a few seconds to come to terms with what had happened but there was no discomfort simply a delicious feeling of fulfilment. 

Now Cassie did demand my tongue. She set herself over my mouth so that I could attend to her heated sex. I had no sooner started than Lynx began to work her hips with a languid easy rhythm.