1 comments/ 11994 views/ 1 favorites The Courts Of Pleasure By: anonentity This story is set in a future where lusty love is forbidden and the characters seek secret satisfactions of their passions. All characters in this novel are over eighteen years of age. The Courts of Pleasure Ch 01 Passion flowers at The Gathering. "How I love it," Vivienne exulted. "How many times have I stood on this spot on my birthday and looked out upon this sight?" She leaned against the wall of polished ivory colored stone and gazed fondly down the little street stretching out to the entrance of The Court in the distant laurel hedge. Gardens bloomed everywhere: lush, flowering, fruiting, abundant with beauty and sustenance, surrounding her with fragrance and color, and flowing into the yards of the cottages scattered across this hill bearing The Tower. Vivienne let her fingers touch the wall of The Tower housing the ceremonial life of The Court and started her yearly ritual. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of the stones under her fingers and began walking, tracing the path she had followed from the time she could toddle. She let the curved turgidity of the building lead her around its wall and when she opened her eyes and looked up into the sky above her, a single white cloud floated in orgasmic bliss over the gleaming roof. "This is where I was born on the Summer Solstice. This is where I grew up, this is where I'm learning about life!" she laughed. Her gaze dropped from the cloud and out to the great gray wall of hazy buildings on the encircling horizon. The New City shimmered in the heat. It pulsed, a thing alive. Glass, concrete, steel, stone and smoke, surrounding her in every direction. And beyond the New City, hidden by its skyline, lay the miserable expanse of Shantytown. Her gaze, as always, settled inquisitively on the bold mysterious heights of Bountiful Towers with their rumors of tantalizing rites reserved for the privileged few. Those Towers rose on the skyline of the New City like resonate phallic crescendos of this hidden tower in her embrace, their shadows stretching across the New City and touching the edge of Old Town at the center of the megalopolis. There under a canopy of precious trees the ancient houses and shops of Old-Town lay beneath the hand of time, and at its very center lay her own tiny oasis, buried and forgotten, but flourishing for the few who kept its secrets sacred. Tonight they would gather here in their own lovely tower; celebrate its strength and renew the power that kept the love alive. The very thought excited her and she spread her arms over the curved walls, hugging herself to the surface, nestling the softness of her cheek against the sun-warmed stone, pressing her breasts against it until her nipples tingled with the warmth. Everything was so alive, she could feel the energies in the wall and she was so much a part of it all herself. Vivienne closed her eyes and pressed her lips against the stone feeling the caress return into her being. Was it yesterday that Kyle had kissed her right here by this wall, her body flowering into the ripeness of maidenhood? That first kiss and the revelations that came with it echoed in her yet. Of course she had teased Kyle unmercifully all summer, giving him distant glimpses of her bathing naked in the pond just far enough away so that he could see how her breasts were filling out, how her bottom was rounding, and how all those other mysterious marvels were changing her from a girl to maiden, but without letting him get a really good look at her up close. It was funny and exciting the way he was always puttering nearby with his chores, painting this, hammering on that when she was working in the gardens or watering the planters. And when he was close she was so conscious of his lean brawny brown back above his shorts, the way the blonde hair curled on his forearms over his tan. Then there was that day when he was working on the trellis right beside her, his hands up over his head hammering, and wouldn't it be a scream to squirt him right in the middle of his beautiful brown back with the hose? He was laughing when he came to her and she was backing up against this wall, between the trellises right here, and looking up into his face. And then it wasn't funny anymore only just marvelously exciting! Vivienne's hands reached out and touched the wall behind her on each side just as she had that day when she braced herself for the encounter and her young breasts had lifted and strained against her soaked blouse, pushing her blooming nipples into relief under the thin cloth. And when his mouth came to hers she welcomed that first special kiss as everything she had guessed it might be. But what she didn't know was what that simultaneous caress on her breasts would be like...that feel of his hands cupping and lifting them, and that slow tender excruciatingly delicious squeeze on her nipples that sent shock waves of pleasure rippling between her legs. Astonished, she had retreated wide-eyed, her hand brushing his away, his dark brown eyes warm upon hers. He'd shook his finger teasingly in her face, "That's what happens to girls who get fresh," he said. The memory made her smile, and all the wonderful things that happened after that made her laugh, filling her again with its lusty passionate discoveries. Here between these two tall cedars his hands had teased unmercifully at her on that day when he had reached out and pulled her in amongst the sheltering branches. They had tussled laughingly until his lips had closed over hers and she surrendered herself again to his caress only this time when his hand moved to her breast she knew what to expect and was eager for it. He stayed there, his touch on her nipple holding her helpless under the thrill while he played endlessly with her firm bud puckering hard beneath her blouse. Her other nipple was already tingling before he came to it, and she gasped with excitement when he took it in his fingers and teased it into aching tumescence. There was nothing she could do as he began slipping her buttons with one hand while caressing her breasts with the other except marvel at the incredible sensations spreading down from her bosom to her solar plexus and into that mysteriously wondrous place below her belly. And when her blouse was open at last he could see up close what she had been teasing him with all summer. He looked at her a long time and she could see that he loved the way her breasts were swelling and tilting up, and that her nipples weren't really too big at all but just nice and ripe and begging for attention. He kissed her on her bare belly first and tickled her bellybutton with his tongue, and then licked the bottom of each breast, nuzzling her firming shapes with his face and kissing into her cleavage until she felt all flustered and flurried with a breathless expectation, so when he finally took her nipple in his mouth she knew that was what she wanted more than anything. He sucked softly at first working her bud with his tongue until it tingled into tumescence. And when he moved his mouth to her other nipple she saw how hard and wet the first one was, and the sensations began to grow in her loins until she didn't know what she would do if she didn't get away from him. Except now she couldn't because his hands were behind her knees holding her, his strong thumbs stroking up under her tiny sun-skirt and turning to the insides of her thighs, and then his palms slipped around to the backs of her legs and slid up the smoothness of her thighs to her bottom, cupping the swells of her buttocks and palming them deliciously. And when his fingers hooked into the top of her panties she just let him pull them down because those marvelous sensations from her nipples were spreading all around and everywhere within her, and there was no way they would stop unless he stopped nursing those twin sources of her surrender. But instead his finger touched her quick and knowingly in that magic place between her petals and something incredible happened. Something that it didn't take her long to revisit again and again once he had showed her how to invoke its power. But at that moment the delight was new, and electric, and uncontrollable as the spasms flowed from that mad massage of her clitoris. She shook, she floated, she drowned in the luscious sensations. The magic leaped within her and her orgasm soared under his fingers, and then he summoned another one. Only that one was accompanied by another stunning thrill of discovery when he unzipped his fly and his organ lifted urgently to her face pressed to meet it with his hand on the back of her head. The touch of it on her lips could mean only one thing and her first kiss over its bulky head accompanied by the wild surges of his finger between her petals induced a surrender in her young mouth opening to receive that first gush of cum and after that all those that followed. Vivienne laughed at the memories as she saw where she had plunged into the pond afterwards and just let the water hold her in its caress. She stroked her breasts again in memory of that moment. That was such a sweet climax...There had been so many after that from him, and some from others too, and many many more from her own busy hand, and all so good! She had learned so much in those years. Certainly in all the world there was no place like The Court to teach a girl the power and the beauty of the arts of love. Snuggling her face to the warm tumescent wall of The Tower House, her arms spread to embrace its smooth curving surface she gazed up the length of this phallic shaft caressing her nipples and slowly measured its girth with her girlish strides. She stopped then and stared through the open front entrance into the interior, her reveries arrested by the sight. Tonight the atrium, the room beyond the foyer, would be filled with light and people, music and ritual. But shadows filled the space now, shadows lanced with light pouring through the open doors. The light flowed past her and she followed its path to the wall where the illumination bloomed. There in its center a flower, a huge pink white Passion-Flower glowed from a painting glistening in its frame, the colors fresh and gleaming. At first Vivienne was startled by this appearance, this unfamiliar materialization within her realm. She studied the painting soberly, obviously the latest acquisition in Coverly's persistent search for such delights. And what a delight this creation was. The marvelous bloom opened luxuriantly before her in a richly hued display of pinks and fleshy whites, its outer petals unfolding with a turgid sensuousness over the depths of the inner blossom, a blossom that resonated with the echoes of that flower blooming between her own thighs. The rendering was so daring, so shockingly beautiful that Vivienne caught her breath. She felt herself drawn irresistibly to the outer white labial petals and up to the stamens hovering like fingers over the blossom's pink fragrant vaginal depths, her heart fanning the pulses in her neck into rapid beats. Unconsciously her hand sought her throat, her fingers stroking softly over the delicate rhythms beneath her skin and she gave herself over to that sudden flushing warmth spreading unchecked within her. Her breasts lifted under her loose dress and she touched them, feeling with wonder at how her nipples had hardened again. A luminescence touched her, secret and sensitive, rousing a thrill in her loins that left her trembling and for the moment she was held transfixed. When she could move it was to search for the painter's name. There in the right hand lower corner in a delicate swirl of frothy pigment the artist had spelled out an ambiguous, 'Moore'. Vivienne returned to the blossom, and to the echoes of sensation still welling within her. Her tongue gently laved her upper lip as she shook her head in perplexity. "Moore? You better might say 'MORE'!" she sighed to herself. She stepped back into the space of the atrium without turning around, held by the painting and the resonance of the emotion. That dark space within her was echoing with sensation, pulsing open, hungry with agitation, embracing an emptiness urgent for fulfilling satisfaction. Vivienne took a deep breath. Who was this 'Moore' who had moved her in this way? Was it just the memories of her maidenly awakening with Kyle still echoing within her just now, or did this painter touch some marvelous knowledge within herself? Perhaps the artist, whoever it was, would be at the gathering tonight, perhaps then she would discover the magic that moved that brush and stirred her in this surprising way. Vivienne's hand lifted and pulled the combs that held her hair. She shook her head and her tresses fell in a dark glossy cascade below her waist. Never had she felt so ready for a gathering, so hopeful, and full of expectation. She was a vessel afloat, a receptacle of promise. And it was in that state that she left The Tower House, descended the hill, and went to her cottage to await the arrivals and let her fingers satisfy the cravings in her personal passion-flower. *** Aaron Coverly smiled contentedly and lifted his gaze from the book in his hands. From his chair in the library off the atrium he could see the painting. In a sense he could see it in the way Vivienne had seen it, that's why he had chosen it. But he knew he could never know it in the way she had known it, not in that private intimate way of her own space. That was hers alone, or hers to share if she chose. A contented smile lit his face while he studied the girl, Eva's daughter, not his, her lovely presence the offspring of an ancient ritual, a rite of fertility and Eros that had taken place before his own union with her mother. But he had come to care deeply for Vi and she for him as they shared the life of the Court, and he understood very well the emotions flowering within her. Coverly had guessed the painting would catalyze Vivienne, and her gesture in freeing her hair had proved it. How many times had he seen her make that move as she had grown from the child to the maiden? It was like letting her spirit loose. He had always loved to see that, to see her bloom in each stage of her life, and then to flower into the next. Her body petite, slim, ripe, and luscious beneath the dark drape of her hair moved freely under the little shift. Her beauty had bloomed early and at times she still offered the beauteous innocence of early adolescence morphing at other times into womanly charms and worldliness beyond her nineteen years, her adolescence ebbing and flowing mysteriously with her moods and circumstances. Her charms were not only a reflection of her striking beauty but also of that aura of the erotic that had always infused her presence. He knew she wasn't virginal of course, but curiously she simply looked like she was. The ancient clock in the corner chimed the hour jolting Coverly from his musings. Time to get going to the station and pick up the Murdocks. **** "We'll never make it now," Cliff Murdock muttered, and Sarah heard the little edge of satisfaction in her husband's voice. She fixed on that edge, felt its shape, its sharpness, the way it could cut, its power to sever the connection. "Oh, we have plenty of time," she replied evenly her gaze resting coolly on signal outside the train window. The long white arm with the red flashing blinker still stood rigidly aloft, frozen there for the rest of her life. Sarah felt her minutes dropping like heartbeats into the cinders at the bottom of the pole. They fell into the porous blackness and disappeared forever each one taking a piece of the chance with it. She refused to look at her watch, to make such a concession to Cliff's certainty. Instead she searched for the weakness, for that vulnerability in the steel, the wire, the circuitry, the circumstances that held her prisoner here on this siding while her life ebbed into frustration. Only in the slight compression of her lips, and in the delicate flare of her nostrils might one read the intensity of her effort for she was calm, with that calmness that comes with determination...that calmness in which one stakes everything on the last throw and simply wills the win into being. "I expect they've got it fixed now," she said firmly. A shudder ran through the train, a shock of clutching couplings and the signal fell impotently, its glaring red eye replaced by a conciliatory green one. Sarah watched the ironwork outside the window pickup speed as her husband lifted his wrist and stroked his sleeve back from his watch. There was still time, she knew there was, she wouldn't ask, she would trust...trust that he would meet them, that he had wanted her to come, and that he would wait for her. After-all Coverly had waited before on that day when they had first met in the restaurant displaying her paintings and she was late. He had risen to greet her as she entered the room; singling her out from the other arrivals by some sixth sense perhaps, his eyes alight with interest. He had inventoried her of course as she came towards him. She'd felt his eyes wander over her body, fondle her breasts, touch at her waist, and take the measure of her loins before returning to her face. It had been a brief but appreciative appraisal. He rose gallantly and extended his hand. "I'm so glad to meet you, Sarah, your work has captured me." Did he mean it she had wondered, or was he captured by something else as had happened so often in the past when she met with clients? She knew that at first their eyes were often as much on her butt and her boobs, at least what little they could see of them, as on her layouts when she was making presentations at the agency. And it was only after she had wrenched them into considering how her design concepts implemented the marketing tactics that they began to really pay attention to what she was saying. She was even more bothered when she showed her fine art. Her work had to stand on its own and she wanted it to, and this was most particularly the case with 'The Passion-Flower'. The painting resided with her others on the walls encircling them and she observed his gaze returning to it again and again. The meeting with Coverly at the restaurant had been telling, after all he could have paid for 'The Passion-Flower' and simply taken it away with him if it was just the picture that he wanted. They talked and his gaze kept moving from her paintings to her eyes, while she herself, the artist, sat in the midst of her creations trying to let her work speak for itself and wondering why he had settled on 'The Passion-Flower'. "So you're into flowers, Mr. Coverly?" she had probed. "Oh. Yes, very much so. We have incredible gardens. You should see them. Really, I mean it." His attention focused upon her, she felt his earnestness and an intensity that went beyond mere politeness. "Do you live in the country?" she had asked and remembered how his smile had warmed her. "We live in a very special place not easy to find here in the midst of this city. We are going to have a gathering soon, a festival in celebration of the Summer Solstice. I think you would find yourself very much at home with us." "You do? Why?" "It's your painting, your work. You touch something that cannot be easily put into words, only felt, and I feel it with exceptional strength in this painting he said gesturing at 'The Passion-Flower'. Would you join us?" There was the earnestness of a plea in his invitation now. "I usually let my work speak for itself," she had responded. "After all it is as much what the viewer brings to the painting as what the artist puts into it that resonates with the viewer". It happened most often in her flower pieces. Their looseness opened the way for that inner voice of hers to sound, that utterly sensuous evocation of undiluted erotic pleasure. And afterwards she marveled at it, at the beauty and power resonating from her canvas. She was stirred, and awed, and exhilarated by the manifestation. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 02 The mellow sound of the chime resounded through The Tower House. It echoed down from the upper floors through the atrium, the library, the sitting rooms, the kitchen, and the foyers on the ground floor. Sarah roused quickly from her slumber. Reverberations of footsteps and voices rose faintly upwards through their suite. "Cliff, we should get ready now," she yawned but when she rolled out of the bed he was already up, showered and dressed, seated in the chair by the window waiting for her. She entered the bath for a quick shower, drying herself and blowing her hair dry, observing in the mirror the resilience of her breasts, her belly flat, her limbs more curvaceous than Vivienne's who still had that girlish delicacy to her curves. Vi looked sweet sixteen but for sure she was closer to twenty and Cliff was really smitten with her. The girl's parting kiss on The Passion-Flower painting with that subtle knowing glance back at them still reverberated in Sarah's senses. That Cliff was already up, ready, and waiting for whatever might happen next despite the fabulous fuck they just had was mute testimony to the girl's charms. Normally he fell into a deep slumber after such a session. And it had been a 'fabulous fuck', his well endowed organ rigid through the three orgasms he had given her until she had mounted his fantastic erection and brought him off with that fourth frantic climax. As cocks went his in full erection was the best she had ever seen and it had always without fail served her abundant appetite for sucking and fucking. Glancing at her crumpled dress Sarah knew it would have to do; they had traveled light. Not a night for hose she decided her hands moving over the smooth firm swell of her calves. Should she wear her camisole or a bra maybe? Vivienne certainly hadn't been wearing either; she was naked under that gauzy little shift. Obviously they dressed altogether differently here in The Court than they did in the world she had just left. Sarah opted for nudity under the shapeless summer frock except for her plain panties, and when she pulled the frock on it seemed outrageously ugly in hiding her bosom. A quick brush of her hair was all it took to arrange the natural fluff of her curls before gathering them in the large gold clasp at her nape and her toilette was finished. "Ready," she announced breathlessly as Cliff rose from his chair and followed her out of their suite. Sounds of the gathering below carried up the curved stone stairwell. They descended, Sarah staring down into magically soft glimmers of light on the walls leading into the foyer. The atrium beyond buzzed with conversation, with light, music, motion, and the festivity of the denizens of The Court. There was a long curving buffet on the wall to the left loaded with food and flowers. An elegant grand piano gleamed beside the doorway to a sitting room on the right. Everyone had bloomed in fantastic fantasies of dress. Pucks and fairies and elves of all ages and descriptions mingled with tinkers, tailors, and weavers. Coverly, as 'Master Of The Revels', turned in the center of the room to greet Sarah and Cliff when they entered this midsummer night's dream. Together Coverly and Eva introduced them to the inhabitants of The Court accompanied by luscious golden chords from the piano. Writers, musicians, artists, dancers, craftsmen all greeted them warmly, welcoming them to this gathering. And then to the strains of 'Happy Birthday' Vivienne entered the atrium. Applause and murmurs of appreciation greeted her as she made her way through the crowd clad in nothing but a filmy drape of transparent veils, that left little to the imagination when she placed herself between Cliff and Sarah so that her warmth embraced them both. "Titania, Queen of the Fairies, Your hostess for the evening!" Coverly announced grandly. "I think this must be MY birthday!" Cliff muttered rapturously, his eyes devouring the lovely lithe beauty snuggled between them so barely disguised by her transparent costume. "I'll bet you're ravenous aren't you?" Vivienne purred up at him. "Here it is nearly midnight and you haven't had a bite of supper." Taking their arms she drew them both to the banquet table, her slim curvaceous figure filling all Cliff's hungering senses with her charms, while Sarah read the knowing amusement in the girl's lovely features. Turning to Cliff Vi put a plate into his hands and drawing him from one dish to the next spooned it full of savories, topping everything off at last with a delicacy that she carefully slipped between his lips. Leaning back she watched him draw the morsel into his mouth, her eyes rolling with appreciation, her body undulating with pleasure, and then they looked at each other and laughed. Sarah observed that Cliff was completely captivated, and the emotion that arose in her was to her surprise admiration rather than jealously. She found herself studying Vivienne's face with that artistic intensity that a painter feels for the model. There was a luminosity there particularly about Vi's eyes, which were large and bright and widely spaced. The definition of her dark irises against her clear whites was striking. Her dark brows were long, set well above her orbits, and carefully shaped from an inner fullness to graceful arches at the outer margins. Her neat little nose had a classic cast in its delicate descent from her brows. Her mouth matched her eyes in its attractiveness and mobility, her lips full of sumptuously inviting curves, her smile broad and open, revealing the perfection of her even white teeth and at the outer corners of her laugh lines her cheeks dimpled delightfully. Vivienne was a beautiful girl to be sure but the essence of her charm lay elsewhere. For Sarah the girl's power lay in the alchemy of her presence and Sarah felt its effect again as she had felt it when they had first met before 'The Passion Flower' and in the garden this afternoon. Vi's presence was transforming, a golden light into which Sarah felt herself drawn. The craving for some sort of expanding realization filled Sarah. She wanted to reach out, to touch, to feel, to know, to understand this girl/woman beside her. And so it was that a particular sense of delight filled Sarah when Vivienne, having settled Cliff in an easy-chair with his supper, turned at last to her. A sonorous chord of music from the piano filled the atrium. Sarah recognized a lilting Chopin waltz flowing from under the player's fingers as Vivienne beckoned to her with two little glasses in her hands. "A toast to the solstice," she smiled handing Sarah the glasses. Carefully Vivienne dipped a ladle into a small crystal bowl holding a golden brew and poured small portions into the two tiny glasses. "What is it?" Sarah queried. "It's mead. It's mostly honey and malt... among other things," Vivienne added with an amused tilt of her brows. "You mean like the mead in the Greek myths, the nectar of the gods?" "Yes." Vivienne said, her intriguing eyes upon Sarah's. "It's special for tonight. This full moon is the Mead Moon, and its confluence with the Solstice is the most propitious time for new beginnings. Shall we drink to one?" "Of course!?" Sarah consented raising her glass, "Happy Birthday, Vivienne. Here's to the future." "And to the best that it may bring," Vivienne responded her dark eyes capturing Sarah's and holding them meaningfully. "I think this is going to be the best birthday I ever had...!" The taste, sweetly bitter and penetrating flooded Sarah's tongue. She closed her eyes letting the aromas flow, focusing on one and then the other. There was an aftertaste, and then an aftereffect that made her eyes widen with the sensation. "Did that do to you what it just did to me?" she gasped. Vivienne laughed happily, studying with satisfaction the mingled surprise and pleasure alight in Sarah's face. "That's why the glasses are so small," she chuckled. "What is it?" Sarah stared with a smile of amazement into her glass. "It's 'spike' " Vivienne chuckled. "Do you like it?" "Yes, I like it!" Sarah giggled her hand moving down to her belly. But the center of the sensation was lower, unmistakably below her delta, within her clitoris itself. A new sensation had lodged there along with the sudden arousal of the familiar ones. A mingle of ache and tingle that she would have massaged into something else if she had dared at that moment. Sarah glanced at the remainder in her glass. "Do I dare?" she asked. "I will if you will." Vivienne responded with a coy giggle extending her own glass to Sarah's lips. Rather shyly Sarah offered her glass to Vivienne and as she tipped it into Vi's mouth she opened hers to receive the girl's offering. Knowing what to expect this time was rather different. It was more powerful and utterly delicious. "More?" Vivienne smiled, her shapely brows arching knowingly. "I think I'd better stop while I can," Sarah gasped, the flush in her face mirroring the warmth flooding her loins. Vivienne turned then with the expanse of the buffet at her back. It was laden with flowers, fruits, breads, and dozens of savory dishes. There was a quiet smile on her face, and a directness in her glance that caught and held Sarah. "Some girls, like you and me, are more sensitive to 'spike' than others and tonight I laced it with an extract from the Passion-Flowers in the arbor," she laughed wisely. "No wonder it did that to me," Sarah giggled, her hand drifting to the valley of her loins, her gaze lifting to Vivienne's bosom and the fine golden chain holding the golden triangle set with a ruby at the bottom resting between the girl's rosy breasts. Sarah recognized the pendant for what it represented, a woman's sex. Behind Vivienne the curved walls held the pictures that Coverly had chosen. Lush impressionist landscapes and paintings of women, Renoir's naked goddesses, Dega's self absorbed nudes, Manet's aloof courtesans, and Cassatt's utterly feminine vision of mother and child mingled with the mystery of Gaugain's exotic women of the islands. Here the abundance of nature and the female form were offered in all their diversity, marvelous beauty, and wondrous power. Sarah's gaze fell again to the buffet laden with its burden of savory food and her mouth watered for the banquet spread before her. She turned her eyes to Vivienne's and felt the pulse tingling in her own center of pleasure between her labial lips. "Hey. You're not going to leave me out are you?" Cliff approached genially, plate in hand. "What would you like?" Vivienne replied. "We have wines, ales, stout." "I'll have what you're having." "Here, try this. It's a wonderful wine. The best of the pressing from forty-five." Vi poured glasses for each of them from the hampered bottle and handed him his with a sly glance at Sarah. Apparently 'spike' was just for women. "Well, here's to...? " he announced lifting his glass. "...a Midsummer Night's Dream." Sarah finished for him. And they both lifted their glasses to Vivienne. Vi turned then with a smile and an inclination of her head towards the empty sitting room across the atrium and Sarah and Cliff followed her. A curved couch stood against the far wall and they seated themselves together, Vivienne between them, their feast laid out before them on the coffee table. "Are your gatherings always such a pleasure, Vivienne?" Sarah murmured over the mushroom melting upon her tongue and the spiked warmth still flowing within her loins. "Always," Vivienne replied softly. "We have so much to show you, a world of delight for your senses. This is a very special place in these times. And please, just call me Vi." As for Cliff the sensation in Sarah's loins was mirrored in his own. Vi's nearly nude presence under her transparent veils so close to him, her warmth and perfume, her voice a shade lighter than Sarah's, the display of her breasts under the filmy fabric a shade smaller than Sarah's but with bolder nipples, the feel of her flowing dark tresses against his arm, the warmth of her curvaceous thigh snuggled to his, the touch of her slim nude shoulder cuddled beside his roused him to a state that was difficult to conceal. He would have held his plate upon his lap but it was impossible, so he balanced it upon his knees. For Sarah the sensations were surprisingly similar and she wasn't sure whether it was the 'spike' or something else. Whatever it was she was happy, excited, and decidedly put off by her own conventional dress. "It's all so perfect," Sarah sighed wistfully looking out into the atrium "with the costumes and all. It looks like a play or a dream. Something right out of Shakespeare." Vi glanced quickly up at her. "Who would you like to be, Sarah? Do you want to dress up?" "Oh, Vi, that would be fun", Sarah laughed clapping her hands. "You can be Peaseblossom, or Cobweb, or Moth, one of my fairies. You just wait right here." And with that the girl darted out of the room. "You dress up too, Cliff," Sarah urged. "Oh, no thanks. I'll just be the audience for this play. The first act is pretty good...best Shakespeare I ever saw," he nodded out at the gathering of brief costumes in the atrium, at the abundance of scantily clad gorgeous women. Vi was back in few moments, her arms laden with a box. "I've got just the thing for you, Sarah," she said winking at Cliff. Opening it she lifted a gauzy little drape and she shook it out before them. "You can go as Cobweb. You will be the sensation of the night." Sarah stood and looked at the costume in Vi's hands. In fact she virtually looked through the lacy white network of random netting over the gauzy foundation. "Ooooh, I don't know. That's pretty revealing." "Oh, you are perfect for it! With that beautiful honey blonde hair and your fair skin. And that bod. Yum!" Vi sighed. "How about it, Cliff? Am I right?" He nodded wisely. "Yeah. She's a little cobwebby. Suits her." "Well...I'll try it." Sarah ventured. "Where shall I dress." "Undress you mean. Right here," Vi chuckled closing the door her fingers locking the latch. "We need to get you out of that frumpy frock and into this," she laughed extending the costume to Sarah. Obediently Sarah stood up and reached down for the hem at her ankles. Slowly she lifted the garment to the revelation of her shapely legs her flawless skin groomed to perfection, her generous panty-clad sex puffy and prominent, her smooth flat abs tapering up to the tilt of her tits topped with her succulent sexy nipples, and at last flinging the frock from her arms she stood nearly naked before them, her eyes fixed on Vi's to judge the girl's response. Cliff studied the familiar revelation of his wife's luscious body at full stretch with pleasure, and as he did so he observed Vivienne watching Sarah's every movement. He read the rapt pleasure in Vi's face and the realization firmed his erection until it ached. Vi was turned on by Sarah! Could it be possible that Sarah was turned on by Vi? The threesome fantasy of an hour ago took on a whole new dimension as he sat back with utter absorption to watch the display and the possibilities opening before him. When Sarah lifted her dress and dropped it before him he read a transformation in her. There was nothing hurried in her movements. She was utterly conscious of her nakedness between them and her eyes caught and held Vi's as she pulled the clasp from her hair with a certain languid sensuous movement that could only be read as flirtatious. She was enjoying this experience as much as he was. The question was: 'Who was she flirting with'? Sarah looked at Vi holding the costume before her, gently shook her hair out and fluffed it. "Shall I take my panties off?" she asked softly. Cliff watched Vi nod 'yes', her tongue circling her lips in an unconscious caress. Sarah's eyes moved to his then and he watched her slide her panties slowly down over her hips in that special movement he had seen so often as she readied herself for sex with him. She was, as always, artfully graceful in this; in the lifting of her legs in stepping out of her panties; in the movement of bending forward and dropping them on the coffee table in front of him with that soft luxurious swaying of her breasts inviting his hands to her nipples, and now in the seductive opening of her mouth when she turned to Vi. Sarah's gestures were utterly to his liking, and he studied Vi for its effect upon her. There was a tender smile on the girl's lips and a brightness in her dark widened pupils devouring Sarah's body. She held the costume folded in her arms and let her eyes drift over Sarah's shoulders, her gaze a caress that traveled across Sarah's breasts and circled her nipples. It slid down Sarah's side over her hip and followed the shapeliness of her thighs over the curves of her calves to her bare feet. Sarah turned then with her back to Vi and lifted her arms as if to arrange her hair. And he saw that this was a display too. Sarah had luscious buttocks. Then she turned to face Vi offering her breasts, her belly, and her loins, and Vi embraced them with her eyes. Cliff watched Vi's gaze drop in a slow descent from Sarah's neck to her nipples, and then descend to her sex, to focus upon the generous rise of Sarah's delta shorn of every vestige of hair and its seductive taper to the confluence of her petals. His gaze followed the girl's. She didn't just glance at Sarah's vulva her eyes captured Sarah's full fleshy outer lips embracing the closed folds of her inner petals and lingered boldly there. And then she lifted her eyes to look with pure pleasure into Sarah's face. "Your Passion-Flower is so...appealing," the girl intoned softly, her tongue circling her lips suggestively. Cliff took a deep breath as Vi came to Sarah, and he half expected the girl to drop to her knees before the bloom in Sarah's loins, to lift her hands to savor the shapes of Sarah's buttocks and draw that curvy cunt to her mouth. But instead Vi unfolded the gauzy web of the costume and lifted it over Sarah's head and shoulders. There were sleeves of some sort for Sarah to find. And when she found them she lifted her arms and turned to him, the spider-web net falling like wings from her outstretched arms as Vi carefully drew the fragile gown down over Sarah's nakedness. Clearly Vi's gauzy costume turned the beauty of her body into a tease and the effect was the same for Sarah. Cliff sat savoring their veiled display as they flitted about before him arranging the drape of Sarah's filmy dress. Now he could study the delightful revelation of Vi's lovely body beside his wife's near nudity. He savored the delicious shapes of their breasts, their slim waists and curvaceous buttocks, their shapely thighs and calves, and the soft swinging drape of Vi's dark hair mingling with Sarah's long soft blonde tresses flowing over her shapely belly to the sexy swell of her puffy sex, its petals spreading with tumescence and darkening the gauze with her wetness "I have to smooth it, Sarah, do you mind?" Vi murmured. "I don't mind," Sarah said with a knowing glance into Cliff's eyes. She guessed it would be a treat for him to watch this girl's hands moving over her body. Vi's hands began the slow caresses molding the gown to the shapes of Sarah's shoulders and back. The wrinkles seemed endless and Vi's touch was soothing at first, gentle and deft. But then her hands moved down to Sarah's sides, slid underneath her breasts and across her tummy with a long lingering caress that made Sarah catch her breath. "It's wrinkled all over her boobs," Cliff observed casually. "We wouldn't want to hide these beauties, would we?" Vi whispered her breath warm on Sarah's neck, her hands moving to cup Sarah's breasts with the sure knowledge that only one female would have for how to please another. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 02 A gasp escaped Sarah's mouth at the effect of the touches on her breasts, the sensations ricocheting through her being and settling intensely within her clitoris. Of course her tits were sensitive to touch, they always had been but this was like nothing she had ever felt before. It had to be the 'spike'! "Is this better?" Vi glanced at Cliff, her fingers softly molding the gauzy fabric to Sarah's firm curves and feeling her nipples collapsing into hard buds of arousal under her touch. "The right one is still wrinkled," Cliff muttered. Clearly the girl was lingering with the fitting not only for his satisfactions but hers too. The play of her fingers on Sarah's tits were more like lascivious caresses than just wiping away wrinkles. Sarah glanced down at her bosom, at the sensuous touch of Vi's fingers eliciting sensations both familiar and delightfully strange streaming though her being. Clearly this was an entertainment for Cliff, and it was something rather more than merely a pleasure for herself. Her clit was aching with need now. "How is this, Cliff?" Vi murmured her fingers simultaneously tweaking the cloth over Sarah's nipples until they both were tingling with arousal. "It's looking better all the time," he answered observing Sarah roll her face spontaneously against Vi's arched her neck. Happily Vi glanced at Cliff. His wife was succumbing to the seduction she'd had in mind at the instant she connected this beauty under her hands to 'The Passion Flower' painting. A woman who could paint like that would be a treasure in bed for sure, and Sarah's unusually ready response to the 'spike' heralded an easily aroused and utterly erotic sexuality so akin to her own. Feeling Sarah's nipples collapsing under her fingers Vi pursued the pleasures with long firm stretches and subtle knowing tweaks utterly savoring the woman's surrender to her touch. For Vi there was no longer a pretence of fitting the gown only the captivation of feeling the resilience of Sarah's breasts, of sounding out her shapes, and rousing her nipples into the responses she knew so well herself. As for Cliff his eyes were fixed on hers with utter satisfaction at Sarah's seduction. Vi smiled at him and snuggled her face into the warmth of Sarah's sexy neck, pursed her lips and kissed behind Sarah's ear. "It needs be smoothed over her bum too," Cliff added with a wink at Vi,happy to pursue Sarah's seduction. His fantasy of a threesome with these sweethearts just might happen. "Face me, Sarah," Vi whispered slowly turning Sarah's back to Cliff so he could watch her hands move to Sarah's buttocks. Softly Vi caressed the gauze over the swells of Sarah's cheeks and into the hollows of their sides, her movements drawing them into an ever-closer embrace until she could feel Sarah's breasts engaging hers, their curves melting together, their nipples mingling. Now their faces were cheek to cheek, their loins merging in a perfect fit as she peeped over Sarah's shoulder at Cliff. "How does it look?" Vi murmured at him with a slow stroke of her loins over Sarah's thigh, the caress of her clit on Sarah's leg sending a thrill of excitement into Vi's belly. "Looks like it should go between her cheeks," he offered, wondering just how far he could push this delightful encounter. From where he was sitting he could look up at Sarah's bottom and glimpse the full swell of her sex beneath her beauteous buttocks. She was an especially delightful handful back there! "Like this?" Vi murmured sliding the gauze down between Sarah's buttocks and into the valley of her crease. Cliff nodded with rapt interest watching Vi's fingers feeling for the curves of his wife's shapely buttocks, lifting and spreading them to the full revelation of Sarah's swollen sex below the pale dimple of her anal pucker. At that instant Sarah felt Vi's fingers find the swell of her sex and cup it in a caress so delicious and exciting that she could hardly believe it except for the echo of the incredible sensations spreading through her loins. Somehow now this most intimate of touches only craved more of the same from this lovely girl she had met but hours ago. "What do you think, Cliff. How is the fit?" Vi murmured turning her face to him with a knowing droll smile while her hand slowly massaged the fullness of his wife's voluptuous vulva between her luscious buttocks. "The fit could be better down there," Cliff replied, his gaze fixed on Vi's fingers feeling for crease between Sarah's petals now leaking her nectar into the thin filmy fabric and then Vi's finger settled upon Sarah's clitoris. With a sudden groan of surrender Sarah arched her back lifting her buttocks and pumping her clit into Vi's probing fingers. The girl's caressing hands had been a totally uninhibited feel-up, Sarah's whole body vibrated with the tingle of the girl's fingers. How could she submit to this she wondered? But somehow everything was different after that toast with the 'spike'. Her heterosexual senses had flown with her frumpy frock and left her with nothing but anticipation for what might happen next. Now a demanding tension had settled in her loins and she seemed utterly helpless to resist however Vi chose to satisfy it. Amazement suddenly struck Cliff as he observed Sarah's surrender. Never had he suspected that she had truly lesbian instincts despite her humoring his girl on girl fantasies. But now Sarah's hand was cupping Vi's hand urging the girl's massage into ever more passionate caresses of her clit. They stood face to face in an embrace and he was awed when their mouths met in a rapturous caress, a kiss that Sarah was returning with all the enthusiasm that Vi was bestowing on her mouth. For a moment their lips parted, their tongues tangled, and then Sarah sucked Vi's lithe offering into her mouth. Her head moved back and forth on Vi's tongue, her hands capturing Vi's face for another long deep kiss on the girl's mouth. "Shall I go on?" Vi whispered into Sarah's ear, her lips pulsing delightfully on Sarah's neck. "If you think it needs it I sure do!" Sarah murmured over this irresistible excitement mounting within herself. To be touched like this so intimately by this girl while Cliff watched was incredible, something he obviously wanted to watch very badly, and that she herself seemed powerless to prevent. As for Vi's caresses she felt herself virtually melting under that touch of the girl's lips to her mouth and it was so utterly satisfying that she could only crave the next kiss. "I know you need it Sarah," Vi murmured moving to turn Sarah in her arms to face Cliff, her hand curling around Sarah's hip to find the slope of her groin and caress the silk into the valley embracing Sarah's sex so he could study her insistent massage of Sarah's tumescent clit. His wife's reaction gripped him, her arm curled back to capture Vi's head and turn the girl's face to hers so their mouths could meet in a cascade of kisses initiated now by Sarah. Vi was smiling knowingly now up into Sarah's face, and Sarah was rolling her eyes down at Vi with an expression of delight that he knew only too well himself. Softly Vi squeezed the generous folds of Sarah's sex between her fingers, stroking the fabric into the crease sheltering her clitoris, to linger there and search out every sensation until Sarah was squirming with excitement. That these sensations were something out of the ordinary and beyond anything he had ever evoked with his fingers he read in the utter abandonment of Sarah's expression, in her surrender and urgent offering of her sex to the girl's hand. A sensual silence filled the room. Sarah hand rested upon Vi's head, her fingers stroking softly in Vi's hair to feel its silkiness in her fingers. The pleasure within her self was exquisite and she was totally in thrall to it. Before the 'spike toast' something like this would have only been a fantasy between herself and Cliff but now its reality was delicious beyond her wildest dreams and she had no idea where it would go from here. That was up to Cliff, and Vi. She just didn't want it to stop. Cliff spoke then, and Sarah caught her breath at his words. "The fit needs to be better under your finger Vi. Massage it deeper," he ordered. Sarah's mouth opened in silent anticipation, her tongue touching Vi's lips as she waited, her hand pressing her assent on Vi's crown. Cliff watched Vi move her middle finger down with extraordinary delicacy into the cleft between Sarah's petals seeking the opening to her vagina now wet with welcome. And then the girl's other hand slid beneath the gauzy drape to find Sarah's naked thigh and stroke its way up into the heat of Sarah's naked sex and finger the bulge of her protruding clitoris into the most fantastic erection it had ever experienced. Suddenly the shape of Sarah's clitoris swollen with startling tumescence and the folds embracing it emerged under Vi's caresses. Cliff stared at the sight with amazement. Sarah had a big clit, very satisfying to suck and he knew just how wild she could get when he did it to her, but her responses to Vi's clitoral caresses were beyond anything he had seen before. Sarah was trembling in ever mounting orgasmic ecstasy and he knew that she would now surrender to whatever he or this little beauty asked of her. Spasms of incredible delight shot through Sarah, like nothing she had ever felt before. The lightest of touches, tiny short strokes over and around her clitoral hood sent thrills of excitement soaring through her being. Her hips moved. She couldn't help it. They rocked urgently up into Vi's finger, the pleasure mounting with every surge. Her buttocks began to flex, to tighten and relax. She felt Vi's other hand pass behind her and cup her bottom, the girl's fingers searching out the shapes of her butt-cheeks and probe again into her crease to find the swollen bulges of her vulva and squeeze it with such sensuous pulses that she had to masturbate her clitoris ever more passionately upon Vi's finger. "Lift your dress Love," Vi whispered into Sarah's ear, her lips finding that hollow in Sarah's neck always so sensitive to such caresses but now thrilling with sensation. Numbly Sarah obeyed, her fingers gathering the gauze into folds and lifting them to encircle her shapely hips until her sex was naked to Cliff's glowing eyes fixed with intensity upon Vi's knowing hands as the girl knelt beside his wife, her thumb working feverishly over Sarah's naked clitoris, her fore finger finding the entrance to Sarah's vagina and circling it with perfect knowledge of the sensational sensations awakened therein. Next Vi's other hand buried itself between Sarah's naked buttocks, its fingers finding her vaginal opening from behind and joining the front finger in furiously fucking Sarah's weeping tunnel, her lavish juices lubricating the girl's hands so liberally that when Vi's thumb found Sarah's anal pucker she penetrated it with ease. Utterly amazed at her own surrender Sarah found herself pushing with passionate coital rhythms against Vi's fingers, but there was simply no help for it, she had to do it. Cliff was nodding his satisfaction, his face mirroring his excitement, his fly bulging with the swell of his erection, his face intent with fascination. The pleasure in Sarah's clitoris was so sublime, that delicious driving urge to reach the edge of orgasm and soar into the space of ecstasy was sheer delight. This was simply ever mounting pleasure, pure joy of sensation for its own sake. Like inhaling a gorgeous Passion-Flower only the aroma never waned. It simply smelled better and better, ever fresher and stronger and Vi was its source. Her touch moved with such skill, with a wisdom clearly born of intimate self-knowledge. The girl was incredibly skilled in giving pleasure for one who looked so young. Cliff observed Sarah's pleasure from the outside. The delight in her eyes, the tenderness with which she looked down at Vi alternating with a needful desire that pursed her lips and firmed her mouth. The urge within his own loins was itself becoming unbearable. His phallus ached with the need for release as he fixed on Vi's face and focused on her mouth with its full shapely lips so perfect for fellatio. The girl had a mouth made for cock-sucking in the face of a fresh young sweetie. The vision of her open mouth hovering over his erection, and those dark knowing eyes fixed on his in the way they were now engaged with Sarah's filled him with longing. His fingers found the tab of his fly straining over the bulge of his erection and his zipper descended to release his organ springing to the girl's attention. Her dark eyes widened with knowing appreciation at the revelation of his bulk but her mouth hovered beside Sarah's sex. "It's so delicious, Vi, I don't know how much longer I can stand it. I need to cum so bad," Sarah groaned at last. Her hand stroked passionately through Vi's hair and she threw her head back in a paroxysm of pleasure, the movement of her hands urging Vi's face to the swollen mound of her delta. The girl glanced up into Sarah's face, her fingers working ever more furiously in the depths of Sarah' sex, her tongue parting the beauty of her lips to caress their shapes wetly in a prelude to burying itself in the dripping petals of Sarah's Passion-Flower. And then she leaned forward and planted a long passionate kiss on Sarah's clit. In that instant Cliff's dearest desire of feeling his cock sucked into orgasm by this gorgeous girl faded into the sudden realization that Vi was obviously a lesbian! The thought that this luscious little beauty would have no interest in satisfying his male motives sudden filled him with dismay as he watched Vi lower her face to the feast, pausing for one last look before her tongue took over where her fingers had been before. Her tongue slipped sensuously from her luscious lips, its wet shinning tip reaching eagerly for the long firm bulge of Sarah's throbbing clitoris, her fingers spreading the swollen petals of Sarah's vulva to expose her pink for that first long lick up its naked expanse to the protruding pearly bulb of her clit. The instant hovered for an eternity for all of them, its promised bliss suddenly shattered by a rapid knock on the door. "Un momento," Vi cried, throwing a despairing look up into Sarah's face and quickly rolling the hem of Sarah's costume down to her ankles before rising to her feet. And in that interval Cliff crammed his cock into his pants and zipped his fly. With a helpless sigh of frustration Vi stepped to the door, flicked the latch, and the door swung open. Coverly stood in the entry: "Have you tried the pate', it's a treasure?" he announced from above the platter before his face. Dead silence greeted him as he came into the room. "Well!" He intoned glancing at Sarah. "I see we have another treasure. My word. What a lovely Cobweb!" In a tease, Sarah lifted her arms and folded her wings over her body before spreading them for him again. "So may I ask you if you have enjoyed yourselves this evening?" he began as he set the platter on the coffee table. "More than I can say," Sarah sighed with droll glance at Vivienne. "Do you find our home and what you have seen of our way of life something that you are comfortable with?" "Oh yes", Cliff chortled agreeably, "Without a doubt!" "Would you give us your impressions, Sarah. Anything that comes to you?" Coverly's tone was serious, intent. Sarah took a deep breath. She glanced at Vivienne and Cliff trying to compose herself and adjust to this incredible change of pace. She folded her arms about her body to quell the sensations still tumbling within her and order her mind around Coverly's question. "Well all I can say is that when we came through the park and I first saw The Court today I was overwhelmed. It was so beautiful it made me want to cry. And I had this incredible feeling of... yearning...and satisfaction!" She paused, the indelible impressions of her clitoral pleasuring in Coverly's roadster returning to her, and how the sight of The Tower House had triggered her climatic orgasm. "It was all too unreal for words. At the same time I had this sense of belonging as though The Court had always been part of my life though I had never seen it before. I feel that in some way that I don't understand I had to come here, that I would have come here at last, that it was inevitable." Sarah's eyes fell to Vivienne's and the look that passed between them chilled Cliff's soul. The girl was a lesbian utterly smitten with his wife and Sarah was falling for Vi leaving no room for what he wanted from the both of them. "I'm delighted that you feel that way Sarah," Coverly responded warmly. "This is a very special place for those who understand it. Our work is rare and highly prized in these times, and there are not many who have the freedom in their souls to create it. Well, so much for business!" he announced rising from the seat. "On with the revels!" And with a flourish he picked up his tray of pate'. "Oh, by the way Zack said he would see you at the cottage later, Vi." The girl nodded as Coverly left and Cliff looked at her with surprise, the name 'Zack' resonating in his mind. "Are you married?" he probed impulsively. "I have a companion. He's much older than I and. he's here somewhere tonight dressed as Snug-The-Joiner, wearing a doublet with a hammer and chisel. It's quite appropriate really, he has a way of putting things together but he travels a lot too. In fact he's not home much at all." "I see." Cliff nodded glumly at this news. He had hoped, assumed in fact, that Vi was unattached...available for what he had just craved moments ago from her. But now there was this 'Zack' to add to Vi's lesbian needs, leaving even less room for his ventures with her. Amazingly Sarah had now given every indication that she would go along with his dream of the threesome with the girl. She was obviously enthralled with this little beauty. He glanced despondently across Sarah to Vi as they seated themselves before him on the couch wondering how he might engage them both into making his fantasy a reality. Vivienne sat facing him with her feet tucked up on the cushion her arm extended behind Sarah's back. The view of her breasts was generous beneath the transparent veils. They were like pears with a luscious upward tilt from the fullness on her chest. And the shadows of her nipples beneath her filmy costume made his mouth water for he shapes. But the most tantalizing treat she was offering was the sight of her sex nestled between her luscious thighs, her puffy pussy lips embracing the bulge of her clit peeking at him from under the veil of her costume lifted to her knees. Her naked pussy was a dream. Hope and despair seized him in frustration. Perhaps she could be seduced, persuaded, forced into his fantasy but the first step was to find this Zack and check out the competition. Cliff lifted his empty wine glass. "Refill's anyone?" "Of course," they chorused handing him their glasses and he left. Leaning back against Vi's arm, Sarah stretched her legs out in front of her and studied the effect of her costume. It molded yet to every swell and hollow of her figure without a wrinkle. The details, the accents of her nipples, her labia and the shape of her clitoral hood were neatly visible through the thin gauze. She looked over at Vi who was studying her face. "I never thought I would let another girl do this to me," Sarah mused. "You love to be pleasured don't you Sarah? It wasn't just the 'spike'. I could tell you loved me when I was feeling you up and when you kissed me it was sensational." "Truly I'm amazed at myself," Sarah exclaimed fanning her face with her hand, "but I've never had it from a girl before and it felt fabulous," she laughed feeling Vi's hand return to her thigh, its warmth spreading under her palm and in an instant she was filled with excitement again. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 02 "You're so casual about it," Sarah marveled. "I only imagined doing something like this with a girl before but you've done it a lot haven't you?" "With girls and guys," Vi nodded. "Giving and receiving pleasure is more than an entertainment here in The Court. It's our life! Would you like me to make you come with my tongue?" she teased knowingly. "I've never had a woman touch me there before, let alone with her tongue." "Would you like to see if you like it without using 'spike'?" Vi smiled. "Maybe. But what I don't know is if I could return the favor," Sarah sighed. "You see Cliff has this fantasy about us, you and me and him that is. He's wanted to invite another girl into our bed ever since I've known him and now you are it!" "We had sex this afternoon after he saw you swimming naked in the pond and we shared this fantasy about you having sex with us. I came four times on his cock this afternoon we both got so sexed up thinking about fucking you Vi. Tell me, when you kissed my 'The Passion-Flower' painting were you thinking about licking my pussy?" "Of course," Vi laughed. "I knew I was turning you both on. I could tell from the way your husband kept looking at my mouth that he wanted me to suck his cock. I could see that big bulge under his fly and I knew I was giving him a huge hard-on." "You would love Cliff's cock Vi! He has an everlasting erection that you can fuck yourself silly on," Sarah giggled. "YUM!" Vi murmured meaningfully, her dark eyes wide and bright with expectation. "And you don't mind if I fuck your husband?" "Like I said he's been fantasizing about a girl on girl threesome with me for years and now I'm ready to know what it would be like. He will want to take turns fucking us and have us share his cock and his cum with our mouths. And he will want to watch you and me doing sixty-nines on each other while he takes turns fucking our cunts and our butts. Are you into anal Vi?' "Sure," the girl nodded confidently. "I could tell you are too Sarah when I thumbed your pucker just now and you loved it. And I wasn't kidding when I kissed your Passion-Flower because I want you to use your tongue on mine." "I think I would love to do it with you Vi only I want to make it really good for you with me. But I've never gone down on a girl before so I need some practice if you are willing to do a threesome with me and Cliff." "Well there is only one way to find out if we can give your hubby what he wants and what we want too, and I would love to do a sixty nine with you right now," Vi whispered leaning forward to touch Sarah's cheek with her hand and draw their faces together for a kiss. Their mouths met, the kiss was welcoming, warm, and deep; and the next one was hot, hard, and heavy. They drew back and studied each other's faces. "I don't know if it's me or the 'spike' but I loved that," Sarah sighed. "Don't worry about it, just kiss my cunt like that," Vi whispered swiveling back on the couch and spreading her legs. Leaning forward Sarah lifted the silky veils from the girl's lovely legs, studied the revelation of her sex. Vi's full delta gleamed without a vestige of hair and sloped to embrace the hood of her clitoris swollen with excitement over her prominent labial petals. "Oh you've got a lovely Passion-Flower!" Sarah exclaimed touching Vi's petals with her fingers and spreading them to expose the girl's glistening pink already dripping wet. She stared at the sight of a pellucid drop trickling from the cleft of Vi's vagina. It hung there like a wet pearl so inviting that she had to capture it with the touch of her tongue. The taste was exquisite and hungering for more Sarah drew her tongue up through the length of Vi's petals to discover her clitoral hood. Sarah paused wonderingly. "Did I just do that?" she exclaimed. "You sure did Sarah. Now do it some more," Vi pleaded using her fingers to stretch her hood and pop her clit out to Sarah's tongue instantly encircling its shape. For a delicious moment Vi masturbated her clit into Sarah's mouth and then her other hand encircled Sarah's head guiding her lover's mouth and tongue to discover every hump and hollow of her Passion-Flower. That Sarah was ever more hungry for the feast Vi felt and saw in way Sarah was devouring her offerings. The woman's tongue was utterly engaged in licking and probing when her lips weren't clasped around Vi's clit sucking it to distraction. Vi felt it plunging into the opening of her vagina, encircling and exploring its shape, and sending thrills of incredible excitement through her body. "Oh Sarah! You are so good at cunt loving!" she moaned. "You've got a wet tight little twat darling," Sarah gasped. "I know!" Vi muttered, "And your husband's got a huge hard cock. When he popped it out at me I would have sucked him off if Coverly hadn't interrupted us. Stick your fingers up my twat," she pleaded, "I love that!" Obligingly Sarah lifted her tongue from the girl's vagina and slid a finger into the opening. "Oh! Cliff's cock will love your cunt," she whispered feeling the taut tunnel of Vi's vagina embracing her finger. "Feel my G-spot," the girl sighed with excitement as Sarah's finger found the generous mound on the roof of Vi's vagina and worked passionately over it eliciting little groans and gasps of satisfaction from her mouth. "I'd love to climb on your husband's cock right now and fuck it until I cum," Vi groaned, her hand pressing Sarah's mouth passionately down to her clit again. Sarah resumed her clitoral caresses only this time she began circling and flicking and circling and flicking over and over again until Vi's whole body was tense and trembling under the palpitations of her tongue, and Vi's breath was coming in little pants and gasps. This was so delicious and so crazy with her face planted between this strange girl's thighs, scenting the delicious odors of her body and her perfume, feeling her mouth performing on Vi's clitoris with such sure knowledge of how a girl wants to be pleasured. And then Vi was rippling, and the ripples were leaping into tight little spasms and Sarah was reading everything in the girl's body language so perfectly that when Vi's orgasm thundered through her it was like she had been cumming in Sarah's mouth forever, her climax spurting a cascade of girly cum over Sarah's cheeks and chin. It was all so overwhelming that Sarah wanted to cry out or swoon with the pleasure but she settled for panting and let the echoes of Vi's orgasm reverberate within her own being with each little gasp until they subsided at last. "I never would have believed it," Sarah gasped incredulously and flopped back on the couch. "Well we toasted to new beginnings," Vi laughed stroking her finger over Sarah's cum coated cheek and slipping it into the woman's mouth. "Where will it end I wonder?" Sarah marveled. "Right now when you've licked up all my cum and next you get this," Vi giggled, sticking her tongue out and wiggling it provocatively at Sarah. "Oh my God!" Sarah gasped clutching her wet cheeks between her hands in mock shock. "I can't wait." "Neither can I," Vi returned with a smoky smile. "Maybe we won't have to wait and I'll get the loveliest birthday present from your husband and you that I've ever had," she whispered. "How old are you Vi?" "Nineteen today," "You look fifteen." "Well I'm not!" Vi insisted. "It's in your face sweetheart. You've got a body like mine and a face like my little sister." "Is your hubby into sisterly incest?" Vi giggled. "We'll have to see darling. When Cliff fucked me for the first time I was eighteen and he was soon talking about threesomes with me and a gorgeous woman old enough to be my mother. "How about threesomes with another guy?" Vi chortled with a knowing lift of her graceful brows. "Are you talking from experience babe?" Sarah laughed but at that moment there was a dimming of the lights. A chime began to sound counting off the strokes. Vi swung her legs off the couch and stood before Sarah. "Come on" she laughed, "It's midnight and we're going to crown the Queen Of Summer." ***** The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 03 Ch 03 Blowing Cliff Away Taking Sarah by the hands Vi led her out into the atrium. Music filled the space with an old English air conjuring up country gardens and dancers upon the green. A platform decorated with flowers had been placed in the center of the atrium and steps led up to it. Coverly thumped his staff upon the floor, the festive crowd surrounding him expectantly, his voice rising sonorously over the gathering: "As master of these revels we welcome you to our festival. May you pleasure and prosper in the sweet summer before us. But it is now our joy to behold and honor she who will inspire our hearts to those great deeds of love and passion to which we may be blessed by good fortune. She is here tonight amidst this revel. She is to be found amongst the beauteous Hermias, Helenas, Titanias and her fairies, all of whose charms have bedazzled us to distraction not only on this night, but on all nights." Murmurs, chuckles, and salacious whispers of mirth rose from the gathering. "There is no task more delightful and more daunting than choosing the fair one for our love. All of these beauties here tonight are incomparable, their charms incontestable. One is forced then to choose on lesser terms. On such frivolities as how those charms are revealed. On that measure let me bring this new beauty to your favor." And with that Coverly lifted his staff and extended it to Sarah. With a gasp she wrapped her arms about herself. But laughing, Vivienne drew her from the crowd and up the steps to stand upon the platform. There amidst the flowers, the music, and the happy laughing crowd Sarah was offered in her gauzy revealing wrap for their pleasure. A ripple of applause swept the gathering as Coverly handed the crown of flowers to Vivienne. Placing it upon Sarah's head, the girl took Sarah's hands in hers and lifted them, opening her to everyone's gaze. Holding her there Vi turned Sarah in the appreciative silence that followed, Sarah's blushes only enhancing her beauty. But reading nothing but approval and delight in the faces appraising her Sarah flowered. Her breasts lifted. Her smile eased seductively, and her gaze touched her admirers each in turn. The excitement that she had felt knowing Cliff was watching Vivienne's fondling caresses over her body returned to her now, only the effect was a hundred fold greater. She knew how she appeared to them. How her gown was molded to her body. How their eyes lingered upon her loins looking up into the virtual revelation of her Passion-Flower. And she read their pleasure, their fascination with her beauty. She lingered before their gaze, giving them their fill as she turned slowly, and an incredible sensation of power rose within her. A sensation that suddenly froze when she felt Vi's hands slowly lifting the gauzy drape of her costume and pulling it from her shoulders to leave her utterly naked before the crowd. With a flourish of her arms Sarah shook her tresses out in a blonde cascade and that's when Vivienne took Sarah's face in her hands and kissed her directly and deeply on the mouth before the applauding audience. The kiss lingered in the emerging silence and Vi's hands slipped down Sarah's back to caress her bare buttocks and spread them to expose her Passion-Flower to everyone's inspection, eliciting a soft sigh of appreciation from the crowd. And then she led Sarah down from the stand and through the gathering to Cliff and Coverly. Within, Sarah's heart was pounding. Surprise, joy, embarrassment, wonder, and deep gratification mingled in her emotions. To be on display like that! She had not a secret left. But the faces about her offered nothing but happiness. She had given them joy and pleasure with her body. And she had sensed a certain power in that moment too. They wanted her! She glanced back at the stand wondering what it would be like to be fucked up there for them, and the thought lifted her excitement deliciously. Cliff received Sarah into his embrace with a deep satisfaction. "Well, you are quite the sensation," he offered. "I never could have done it without you, Vi," Sarah exclaimed. "Nonsense. Everyone can see you're gorgeous." The thump of Coverly's staff interrupted them as he intoned in his sonorous voice: "The pleasure of these revels on this midsummer's night is but the prelude to more delight." With that he lifted his staff to the foyer leading out into the gardens. The doors opened and warm breeze filtered into the room. Beyond, across the flagstones, the pond glimmered in the moonlight. "Let the Queen of Summer in stately measure lead you to another pleasure," he announced grandly. "He wants you to take us to the pond Sarah. Do you want to go for a swim?" "I guess I'm dressed for it," Sarah laughed spreading her arms. Vivienne nodded happily as Coverly approached them and bowed. He extended his arm gallantly to Sarah. "If you will allow me, your Highness." She placed her arm in his and he led her to the foyer. The women and men of The Court shedding their garments formed behind her. Accompanied by Coverly on one side and Cliff on the other Sarah crossed the patio and led the happy chattering crowd to the broad steps beside the pond. Coverly lifted his staff and the gathering flowed past them into the water. They watched them pass, a crowd of naked, chattering, laughing lovely sylphs and husky sybarites cuddling and snuggling their nudity together. Sarah felt a touch on her elbow as Vivienne joined them. She had shed her costume and the curvaceous ness of her body was lost in a shapeless white tunic except for her legs bare to mid thigh. "Where's my swimsuit?" Cliff exclaimed. "Under your trousers," Vi laughed. "You get to wear your birthday suit." Cliff hesitated. His half hardened phallus was swelling again into full erection at the sight of Vivienne and the pond full of beauteously naked women bathers before him. "Modesty restrains me, madam," he protested "Oh since when, Cliff?" Sarah laughed. Besides you might just give the ladies a thrill." She glanced at Vi anticipating with a certain vicariousness the effect of Cliff's impressive phallus upon her, which she guessed to be in precisely the state that it was. "Well I wouldn't want to disappoint my pubic public," Cliff offered grandly in disrobing and a chorus of feminine cheers rose from the pond. Vivienne clasped her hands to her cheeks her luscious mouth gaping in mock awe as his erection lifted gloriously before them and then she led the ladies in a lusty round of applause and appreciative "Oooh's!" He was truly quite grand in this condition, and Sarah, catching the mood in all its hilarity, reached out and cradling his cock in her hand drew him down into the pond, the naked opulence of her breasts, her buttocks, and her loins the perfect compliment to his phallic perfection. Together then they watched Vivienne descend the steps, the water lifting her tunic enticingly, revealing and simultaneously concealing her charms as she came to them. "You are both a wonderful hit," Vi exclaimed happily. "You're going to fit into The Court marvelously." She held out her hands and they drew her in between them. For a moment her tunic floated and then waterlogged, settled loosely about her. "It's deep out there," she said. "Let's find a cove by the shore." Sarah felt the hard rippled sand beneath her feet, the water warm and buoyant upon her as they floated and treaded their way amongst the swimmers. The nearest rocky nooks and crannies along the shore were already occupied by playfully embracing bathers, but at last a little grotto opened before them and they slipped into its sheltering space. Moonlight floated over them, silvering them with its radiance and Cliff was in paradise. He held Sarah in the embrace of one arm and Vivienne in the other. They lolled together in the shallows and from somewhere on the patio above them music floated serenely over their space mingling with night sounds of the pond. Cliff glanced at Sarah. She was smiling in that rapt way she had when she was totally turned-on, her eyes locked on Vi's. He felt Sarah turn and nestle her length against his side, her legs captured his nearest cuddling it between her thighs, and then her hand stroked luxuriantly up the shaft of his erection. With his other arm Cliff drew Vivienne closer until he could feel her shape snuggling against him. His arm curved under hers and around her slim naked waist and she held him there with her arm. He moved his leg to hers and captured her ankle with his foot. Buoyantly she rolled towards him her bare leg slipping deliciously over his, her lovely loins sliding above his thigh, her beautiful little buttocks bare above the water. Cliff sighed luxuriantly, gazing first into Sarah's face and then Vi's but they were looking at each other. Sarah's hand began to move deliciously upon his hardened phallus. "Poor Cliff," Sarah said. "He was so turned on while you were pleasuring me under my costume. Don't you think he should have a turn now Vi?" "It's only fair," the girl crooned looking up into Cliff's eyes. Her tunic floated loosely up between them and his hand moved beneath it to find her breasts. She hovered, her breasts buoyant in the fondles of his hand, and then his fingers found her nipples firm with excitement. She was their dream coming true, her breasts in his hands his first most intimate moment with her, their turgid tilting shapes twin promises of what might be. That she was welcoming his touch he read in the knowing lift of her brows over her gleaming eyes, the pursing of her lips, a sigh of pure pleasure escaping her as the sumptuous shapes of her lips poised over the bulk of his erection offered in Sarah's hands to the girl's mouth. Glancing at Sarah he read her knowing acknowledgement of his advances with Vi and her delightful complicity in his pleasures with the girl. His touch teased Vi's paps and her mouth opened invitingly over the head of his organ in just the way he had envisioned it and now her tongue was circling her lips readying them for that first embrace of his phallus. He felt her legs move over his thigh and then her loins settled against him, and he could feel the softness of her generous vulva glide over his thigh when she floated her sex sensuously back and forth upon his leg. Gazing intently at the girl masturbating her clit on his leg Cliff read the arousal flooding her lovely face, the sensations flowering in her clitoris. Obligingly Sarah directed Cliff's organ to Vi's face. "I'll hold him and you stroke him Dear," she urged. Vi captured his phallus in her slim hands her delicate fingers wrapping deliciously around his bulk and Cliff gasped in sheer delight. This little beauty was now offering him everything he had imagined she might when he had first glimpsed her beside Sarah's Passion-Flower painting and his apprehensions that she was lesbian were dissolving with every stroke of her delicate hands upon his erection, and each passage of her Passion-Flower upon his thigh. Expertly she toyed with the head of his organ, tugging, pulling, squeezing, stroking its incredible sensitivity until he was thrusting into her caresses as she slid her sex over his leg entwining her calves with his to assist her masturbations. Sarah watched in fascination as the girl roused Cliff. Vi was pumping his shaft now, his organ swelling grandly in her hands and Sarah read the awed delight in the girl's face as she massaged this wonder with her fingers. Suddenly Sarah felt the urge to suck him, to share his organ with Vi's sexy mouth that had been so eager to capture her clit and rouse it to orgasm during the costume fitting. The girl's face was so sweet there in the moonlight, her mouth so willing. Sarah could see the desire in Vi's eyes. The way they hungered for the feel of that sensation that she'd had in her own mouth so many countless times. "Do you want to make him cum with your mouth, Vi?" she whispered. "Do you want me to, Sarah?" "Yes. I want to see you suck him, and then we'll both fuck him," Sarah gasped breathlessly caught up now in the reality of the fantasy she had shared so often with Cliff. "You'll love to fuck his huge cock, Vi." "Yum", the girl sighed stroking her loins ever more excitedly upon his thigh her gaze fixed with wonder on his quivering phallus. Her legs opened and she shifted again to catch his heavy thigh between her firm shapely calves, masturbating her clitoris luxuriantly up and down upon him as she bent her mouth to his organ. She was so incredibly beautiful, so exciting in her eagerness when she closed her mouth over his cock. Rapturously Cliff gazed down upon Vi's dark wet hair floating about her young gorgeous face, her mouth working up and down his shaft, alternately kissing, licking, and sucking, her bright excited eyes glancing up into Sarah's, her tongue lolling about the head of his organ. It was not only the incredible sensations of her lithe tongue and wise mouth on his cock that had known such caresses from Sarah's mouth for years, it was the presence of Vi's virginal face so filled with knowing knowledge of what she was doing to him. And then he was there, instantly, his penis throbbing in uncontrollable orgasm his semen arching out and into her mouth. Eagerly Vi captured it on her tongue her eyes holding Sarah's, her brows raised questioningly as he jetted his lavish load into and over her cheeks, across her nose and brows and chin until he was utterly drained of cum. With a conspiratorial giggle Sarah leaned forward and sucked Vi's tongue into her mouth, tasting the familiarity of Cliff's cum in the strangeness of the girl's mouth. Lifting her hands to Vi's head Sarah began an extended tonguing exchange of his whole load with the girl that resolved at last into a series of prolonged passionate kisses, as if his cum was just an excuse for them to make love with each other. Sarah was holding Vi's face in her hands now, cupping her cheeks gently, plying her lips over the girl's mouth in a shower of soft sensuous kisses and Vi was torturing Sarah's nipples deliciously with her fingers while their tongues lathered with his cum twisted in delight. With a cry of need Sarah snatched Vi's tunic from her body leaving her naked to her caresses. The girl moaned and sighed as Sarah slid her hands down the firm resilient length of Vi's belly to explore the nether regions of her loins, and the girl's crotch floated to her discovering hand settling it upon her fingers and opening Vi's marvelous thighs to Sarah's grasps. Her hand groped the fullness of Vi's sex, squeezing her puffy delta and her heavy swollen labia embracing the long firm protrusion of her aching clitoris. Drawing Sarah's labile tongue into her mouth for a long French Kiss the girl supported herself on Sarah's shoulders with her hands and floated before them feeling the way Sarah's fingers were probing into the intricacies of her sex, opening herself totally to the push of Sarah's finger up into her vagina, and then shoving passionately down upon Sarah's hand to let her know how much she desired the entry of that organ she had just nursed into ultimate surrender, tasting still the aroma of Cliff's semen in her throat. But the buoyancy of the water diluted the vigor of her coital maneuvers until Sarah's other hand came to the swells of Vi's buttocks and she held her firmly between her hands. With a sudden gasp of welcome Vi felt Sarah's finger slide down into the crease between her cheeks and then explore for the tight pucker of her anal opening. "Oh God!" Vi cried as Sarah penetrated and finger-fucked both her vaginal and anal ports of pleasure simultaneously. "You're making me come" Vi cried and Sarah felt the tumultuous spasms of the girl's anal and vaginal orgasms upon her fingers. The waves of Vi's orgasms crested and broke as she thrashed in their arms, and when her tsunami of sensations at last subsided she floated limply and breathlessly in the tide of their passions. Cliff drew his wife and the girl in his embrace. Clearly this little sweetie was well versed in all versions of penetration and eager to pursue all such pleasures with Sarah. His wife and girl lay naked in each other's arms, their mouths mingling tenderly in the afterglow of Vi's orgasms. But a wave of dismay had washed over Cliff as he studied the love-making between Sarah and Vi that had left him merely a bystander to their passions. His cock strangely limp and flaccid after the unexpected delivery of his cum to their mouths, an appetizer that they shared with such delight in each other that he suddenly felt left out, blown away! Sarah stared in fascination at the girl, feeling her own need for orgasmic release mounting demandingly within her while her hand massaged Cliff's softening penis insistently. But her strokes, tugs, squeezes, and caresses only served to focus everyone's attention upon his all too apparent incapacity at the moment to satisfy his cravings for entry of his once massive erection into the tight tunnels of their Passion-Flowers. "Fuck!" he muttered in utter frustration. The girls groaned in sympathetic disappointment, laughing then as Vi gasped, "Well at least we shared his cum in our mouths if not our cunts, Sarah." "Speaking of cunts dear?" Sarah murmured questioningly, her eyes limpid with need as she floated her lovely legs up to capture Vi's waist and draw the girl to her. Knowingly Vi floated into the embrace of Sarah's thighs, her head lifting above the water to bring her mouth to Sarah's Passion-Flower that clearly craved Vi's talented tongue. "Hold me Cliff," Sarah pleaded, "so she can suck my cunt." He complied supporting Sarah in his sturdy arms and anchoring her to Vi's caresses moving tenderly over Sarah's floating thighs, the girl's hands clasping Sarah's buttocks to lift that tasty clit to her mouth. The passage that followed was a mistress-piece of cunnilingus that Cliff observed with a mixture of envy and craving. Even limp his cock ached for more of that sample Vi had bestowed upon it but now her talents were given to Sarah with an expertise and enthusiasm stunning to behold. The girl's gaze locked on Sarah's measuring the woman's responses to her tongue buried in the depths of Sarah's flower, spreading her petals and exploring every nuance of delight between them from her vaginal orifice to her climactic clit. Licking, sucking, kissing Vi pursued the pleasures she had promised at the costuming, her tongue, her lips, her mouth exercising such athletics that she shortly had Sarah crying to climax. But then Vi slowed the dance into a more delicate ballet, holding Sarah on the edge of her orgasm as her fingers felt for the vaginal opening and plunged within seeking that firm G-spot on its roof that she could caress in sympathy with the touches of her tongue on Sarah's clit. Awed Cliff studied his wife's responses to Vi's skill in such pleasuring. Sarah eyes closed dreamily, her beautiful body quivered with delicious tension, her hands stroked her own curves and teased her own nipples, and touched Vi's soaked tresses. Her moans and groans of delight echoed in his ears mounting at last with excitement as Vi picked up the pace until Sarah was keening with delight, her cries crescendos of the orgasm thrilling through her vagina and then waning to little whimpers of satisfaction and murmurs of gratitude marked with moments of silence when Vi slid her wet fingers into their mouths and they shared the taste of Sarah's nectar. Satiated with their orgasms Sarah and Vi cuddled in Cliff's embrace their hands groping for his cock still shrunken into impotence. To his dismay the girls' lusty loving had seemed to unman him. They lingered there in the water then, snuggling for warmth as the heat of their passions cooled in the early morning chill that thwarted even Vi's efforts to revive Cliff's erection. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 04 Chapter 04 Sarah's Heavenly Hot High Heels Sarah threw her arm up over her eyes and turned her head away from the window, blinking, trying to reach up from half sleep to wakefulness. The dream was so vivid it kept pulling her back. Did that fabulous fuck from that unknown cock really happen or was it just a dream? She looked back at the window again, at the glowing light-filled space and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Intense gold-rimmed purple aureoles flared upon her retinas and a peacefulness descended upon her as she wakened to the day. She opened her eyes and watched the light dissolve from the window with the sun moving higher and the morning sky replaced the opaque brilliance in the glass. Over the dresser the mirror cast her image back at her when she threw the covers back, slipped quickly out of bed and went in to her shower. She dressed slowly after her bath, leisurely combing her hair while yesterday's impressions flooded back into her consciousness. They would go home today, leave this fascinating place perhaps forever. Cliff lay silently asleep, gone from this new world in which she had found herself while last night's adventures still steamed within her. His sudden impotence baffled her, his cock's inability to rise to the reality of their fantasies was troubling and disappointing. His quick come in Vi's mouth and then nothing but his limpness despite all their efforts at reviving his erection was a shock, and then he had simply fallen asleep in their room leaving her with that unsatisfied craving in her cunt. But that fuck by the pond had been fantastic. The cock had taken her to orgasm twice, once vaginally, and once anally, each climax perfectly attuned to the needs and then it had left her. She didn't know to whom it belonged and she didn't want to know, only that it would be there when she needed it again. Coverly's voice carried up to her through the open window and she saw that he and Eva were breakfasting on the patio below. Sarah turned back to the mirror glancing down to the dish where she had placed the pearl that she had found after the fuck. Dropping it in her palm, she stroked her finger over the elongated irregular shape thinking of all that had passed since yesterday morning. Cliff slumbered still in the heavy morning sleep of those who hate awakenings, his form inert and distant. Taking the pearl she left the room and went down the curving marble stairway to join Eva and Coverly at breakfast. Eva greeted her. "You're an early riser, Sarah." Sarah looked about as she seated herself. "I don't want to miss a minute of my time here. This whole experience has been like something out of a fantastic dream. Last night I came down to the patio and I found this by the pool." She opened her hand and showed them the pearl. "That's a rather lovely one isn't it?" Eva smiled, looking over at Coverly. He nodded generously the sensations of Sarah's shapely wet thighs embracing his shoulders still resonating within him, her taut sex tingling yet upon his tongue, her eyes shut to his presence. He had turned her then savoring the beauty of her luscious butt and everything between her cheeks, his organ lifting now in impetuous anticipation of the next time he might fuck her and this time reveal himself to her. "It's yours Sarah, a keepsake," he smiled warmly at her. "Oh, I'd love to have it," Sarah exclaimed. They breakfasted then in small talk, the silences broken by the whisperings of birds and furry creatures rustling amongst the leaves and twigs, and at last by the sound of footsteps echoing in the atrium. The smart of tobacco smoke drifted out to Sarah heralding her husband's approach. She wrapped the pearl in a tissue and slipped it into her pocket as Cliff appeared in slacks, and silk shirt and seated himself across from Coverly. "How will you have your coffee, Cliff?" Eva asked. "Black," he answered from the depths of his usual morning mood. Coverly glanced at Cliff and then addressed himself to Sarah. "We must talk. We have a proposition to put to you. When I first saw 'The Passion-Flower' I was attracted to it in many ways but the most powerful impression is its magical aspect, that something that gives rise to both fascination and reverence, and at the same time it is utterly sensual and erotic. Everyone here at The Court has seen your painting Sarah and we all come away with the same impressions, which brings us to our proposition." Coverly paused for effect. "We want to commission you to execute a painting. A work that conveys even more of what 'The Passion-Flower' expresses, the essence of what our life here in The Court is all about. We want you to be free to discover what that is, to let it gestate within you, and to let it be born of your self-knowledge. We've had endless discussions in the past about what that might be but we need your unique artistic insight," he finished with a keen glance at Sarah. She looked down at her hands, letting the surge of excitement well up within her along with the uncertainty. "That's a rather large order isn't it?" she murmured with a glance at Cliff, feeling the intensity of his attention upon her. "I will have to think about it. It's an undertaking that I would have to prepare for. I have commitments, a job at the ad agency, distractions, it would take me a long time. It would probably be impossible considering the world I live in." "Time is not a consideration for us," Coverly announced. "You can take as long as you need." He paused and then went on, "Tell me, would it make a difference if you could be relieved of all the obstacles that exist out there. If you could retire to a retreat and simply and totally immerse yourself in the work?" "Oh that would be ideal but it's not the real world," she sighed. "We can make it your world, Sarah. You can live here in The Court. There is a cottage available where you could have a studio. Your living will be provided as long as you need it, and you will have every resource for your work at hand right here." "Do you want to do it, Sarah?" Eva's hand closed over hers softly, warmly, pleadingly. Sarah looked into Eva's eyes, into the depths of the unknown, into the mystery of herself. "It won't be easy," she said. "It might be impossible." "But so needed," Eva replied. Sarah looked at Cliff. "What do you think?" "I'll have to think about it," he replied distantly. Sarah silently studied the depths of the coffee cup, her face intent, speculative, as if seeking some answer within the dark liquid before her, perhaps another echo of the pleasures from that draught that she had drained last night. Cliff's indecision surprised her, that he would hesitate to take up Coverly's offer after last night's little orgies with Vi was baffling. Certainly their little threesome though unconsummated must be but the prelude to others of total satisfaction, and he had been totally captured by the girl. Eva patted Sarah's on the arm "Wait until you see the cottage where you will live, Sarah, it's right next to Vi's." Coverly studied her keenly over the rim of his coffee-cup, "So what do you think about it?" "I'm excited by the prospect, thrilled that you have asked me." "Then it's settled?" he queried, "you accept?" "Cliff and I haven't discussed it yet." "Ah, I see." Coverly regarded his cup soberly as he centered it upon the saucer and turned to Cliff.. "Tell me would you be interested in seeing the cottage?" "We do have to pack and get to the station," he answered. "Oh we have hours to spare " Coverly replied. "I think you will find the cottage very comfortable and charming." "But you must see the Rose Cottage," Eva put in. "Vivienne will be so disappointed if you don't let her show it to you." Cliff paused, the spoon dangling impotently from his fingers. "Well, I suppose we can at least look at it," he managed. Anticipation blossomed in Sarah as they went out into The Court. From the knoll bearing the Tower House they could see the scattering of cottages and gardens in the freshness of morning. A wide curving walk of brick wound down off the hill meandered amongst the cottages and returned circuitously to the Tower House. "That's where Vivienne and Zack live, and that's the Rose Cottage right next to it." Sarah followed Eva's pointing hand to the clapboarded gem glistening in its ivory paint below them. Just beside it she glimpsed a pointed pale rose gable and a pair of dormers sprouting from a dark shake roof sheltering a recessed porch. "Vivienne is expecting you," Eva finished. The morning was ideal, sunny, soft, breathlessly quiet and full of the radiant promise of early summer. A path of flagstones wound gracefully away from brick walk beckoning Sarah and Cliff to the steps that led up onto Vivienne's porch. The rich aromatic odor of a fine coffee hovered behind the white corollas of the rampant Passion-Flower vines twisting up the pillars. Passing under the lintel and into the shade Sarah sensed Vivienne's presence before she saw her. It seemed so natural to turn and see her sitting in the embrace of the huge green wicker armchair, the coffee cup cradled in her hands as if this visit was a habitual rite, a daily custom. The broken light glimmered through the green leaves and dappled Vivienne's gauzy gown with every shade of blue and rose, shimmering softly from the high lacy collar gathered at her neck to the flounce about her ankles when she put her cup down and rose to greet them. To Sarah it was as if Vivienne had stepped out of a nineteenth century impressionist painting and the perfection of the effect made her gasp with pleasure. Vivienne held out both hands, "What a good morning!" she announced happily taking Sarah's and Cliff's hands in hers. "You'll just love the Rose Cottage, I know it. Mother phoned me that you were coming to see it and I can't wait to show you, and we'll have coffee afterwards," she bubbled with the enthusiasm of a schoolgirl and the Murdocks were charmed anew as she turned and placed herself between them hugging their arms to her sides where the curves of her breasts bloomed beneath her dress. Cliff glanced down at Vivienne's dark hair loosely bound at her nape with a ruff that matched her dress and a warm spicy scent of perfume drifted from the glossy drape to his nostrils. Last night's vision of her as Titania in her revealing costume returned to him along with the pleasure she had given him in the pool. She was a cuddle-bunny like Sarah, surprisingly strong, lithe and quick, with an athletic firmness to her slim youthful curves that roused him. The sample last night had been utterly delicious despite his troubling failure to rebound from that premature ejaculation into her eager mouth. To Sarah the warmth of Vivienne's hand in hers evoked the sensations of last night's caresses. The girl's 'The Passion Flower' had bloomed under her hands and lips, she had knelt to its perfume and she herself had flowered under Vivienne's hands. And now they were offering the commission to her, entrusting her with its realization. Sarah felt quickened by Vivienne's enthusiasm and full of excitement as they crossed the yard to the Rose Cottage. They entered through a Dutch-Door, of which the top half lay already open, stepping into a spacious room with a quarry-tile floor and a vaulted ceiling. "This you have to see first," Vivienne glowed. "It was planned as a solarium but it will be a perfect studio for you, Sarah." The space was ample and lighted mostly from the north by large windows overlooking a garden. The windows on the west gave onto Vivienne's back yard and her commodious back porch totally screened by the Passion-Flower vines. Sarah nodded, "Oh yes! I could put my easel right there where it would get that north light, and there's room for my tables and my taboret, and we could put down a piece of old carpet to catch the spills." She held her cheeks with her hands as the possibilities unfolded. "I've never had such a place to work before," she exulted. "and we could even dine over there." She waved at the west windows overlooking Vivienne's house. "It's perfect, Vivienne." And at that moment Sarah made up her mind that she must accept the commission, that they must come to The Court. Vivienne nodded happily, led them out of the room and up a step into a kitchen equipped with all the conveniences of the Twenty-first Century charmingly concealed in Nineteenth Century ambiance. Archways led to a dining room on one side and a hall leading to the front entrance and the living room with its fireplace. The rooms smelled fresh and clean, the woodwork gleaming under its varnish, the floors tiled or of polished wood and carpeted with richly hued oriental rugs. The windows were large, draped in lace and the light spilled from them over the perfectly scaled sofas and chairs. Upstairs the house offered a single large bedroom beside a spacious luxurious bath. They stood at last in the bedroom looking out the bay-window, viewing the spreading gardens below. Cliff was impressed. His hand moved to the bed beside him with a surreptitiously proprietary test of its comfort, a movement not missed by Vivienne as she turned to him. The phone call from Eva had alerted her to Cliff's indecision and she felt that some hints of the pleasures to come were in order. "This bed is a delight, Cliff," she smiled with a tease of her knowing eyes and a gesture at its expanse. Clearly it was meant for more than sleeping, its space ample for a party of pleasuring. Seating herself she patted the space beside her and Cliff lowered himself upon the spread savoring not only the comfort beneath him but the vivacious presence beside him. Sarah glanced at Cliff reading the satisfaction in his face, waiting for that affirmative gesture from his being that now meant everything to her. Breathlessly she waited for the words from him, forming them in her mind, willing them into his consciousness. Yes! Yes! her inward voice cried into the immovable silence. But Cliff rose from the bed and moved ponderously to the window starring silently, weightily, into the distance, tuning himself to the suspense, to his mastery of the expectation from him. Vivienne quelling the urge to openly toss the initiative to Sarah turned her face to her and gave her a smile. Perhaps all she needed was a nudge, something to move her into moving him. Except Sarah waited, and Vivienne read the wariness in Sarah's eyes, her alertness to the 'game'. and she realized that an untimely cue might only push Cliff further into some irrational stubborn resistance. So she too bided her time until he turned and looked at them. "Well, it's a good deal for Sarah, I suppose." The other half of the proposition, the 'what's in it for me' he left unmistakably un-stated. Vivienne marveled that he wouldn't simply have Sarah's best interests at heart and be at least willing, if not eager, to make some small sacrifices in her favor. She leaned back, the bed yielding softly under her hands as she pondered a proposal. Should she invite them both into this bed with her now? That was most certainly what he wanted. She thought he had been totally enraptured by their unconsummated threesome in the pond last night. All men wanted that didn't they, a really good fuck with two gorgeous girls? His wife was a real beauty and she herself could offer him her teenage twat for the fuck of his life. Would a little orgy right now as a prelude of things to come settle the question in Sarah's favor, or should she hold it out as a future reward for moving to the court? Sarah stood beside the bed looking at Cliff. Studying his face, at his eyes fixed on Vi. That expression she knew only too well. That little half-smile that lifted his eyebrows in questioning anticipation. The years of pillow-talk fantasies, the sex-games, and last night's pleasuring in the pond had all added up to this moment. He wanted the threesome for sure! Sarah glanced down at Vi. The girl had certainly been willing enough last night. Now her expression was relaxed, her eyes inviting Sarah knew that Vi would go along with whatever she herself wanted. In the silence Sarah felt her breath shorten, the flush rise in her neck, a dryness upon her lips. This was unknown territory. And then Cliff's eyes moved to hers and the tension pushed at her. Beyond his shape at the window The Court bloomed in the sunshine and beneath them the room that would be her studio beckoned irresistibly. Casually Sarah lifted her hand to her nape and pulled the clasp from her hair. Her honeyed torrent spilled over her shoulders as she slid onto the bed and looked up at Cliff. "I think we have some unfinished business from last night, don't you, Vi?" "I could use some coffee," Cliff intoned gruffly. There was a stunned silence while Sarah and Vi collected their thoughts. When they had pulled themselves together Vi led them out of the Rose Cottage and across the lawn to her porch. She went into her kitchen and brewed a fresh pot staring at the coffee brewing behind the glass as if she would discover the answer in the dark murky boiling depths and when the pot was finished she carried the tray out to them. She poured, passed the cups, and glanced at Cliff. "Well how do you feel about Coverly's proposition? Can you give us an answer?" "We would have to give up our place in Southshore. Apartments like ours are not easy to find now-days," he replied. Sarah and Vi blinked at each other in surprise. "We could simply rent it out Cliff for as long as we're here," Sarah put in eagerly. "Yes, and you'd be living rent free in The Court." Vivienne added. "Money isn't everything," he replied grandly. "Are you are very fond of your place at Southshore?" Vivienne asked easily. "It has its charm. I would need a strong inducement to leave." "Something more than a blow job?" Vi smiled. "If we come to The Court can I count on it?" he grinned. "I'm into what ever Sarah wants to do," Vi answered. "What I want to do is paint but you won't be disappointed Cliff," Sarah added with an arch smile at Vi. "Well Sarah has a job and other responsibilities," his voice trailed off vaguely. Sarah pushed the desperation rising within her aside. "With the commission I don't need the job at the agency, Cliff, and if we lived here it would save you the commute." "There's no place to put my car," he said sullenly. Vivienne suppressed an amused smile, "We keep the cars in a garage beside the park. There's an extra stall you can have." He heaved a sigh. "I'll think about it." Sarah turned to him earnestly, "Cliff, this is a wonderful opportunity for me, I need to do this. I want to do it. We have to find a way." "I said I'd think about it." The coffee cup rattled as he placed it on the saucer. He sat back then with a long direct look at Vivienne, feasting uninhibitedly upon the shapes beneath her dress, vivid reminders of her revelations in the pond last night. The desire for Vi gusted through him again like a storm. The sample in the pond was only a shadow of what might be. He knew this gorgeous girl had unplumbed depths of passion and sensuality, but depths that had overwhelmed him. She mustn't know how he desired her or become aware of her power over him. He had to be in control, the initiative had to be his. But his confidence had suddenly ebbed with that early unexpected ejaculation into her mouth and his organ's failure to rise to the consummation of the orgies he so fervently desired. And there was this revelation of Sarah's deep attraction to Vi, the flowering of lesbian love between them that threatened to leave him high and dry if they moved to The Court. He glanced at his watch and stood, "We have to catch the train. I'll let Coverly know what the decision is." Sarah rose and turned to Vivienne. "I'll call you. This has to happen?" The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 05 Chapter 05 Sarah settles in The Court Ahead the raw skyline of the New City with its palisade of solar-efficient skyscrapers loomed before Sarah like a modern Stonehenge. Within their outer ring lay the inner city that was Old Town, and somewhere within its circumference lay her destination. She knew her way into New Town and as for The Court, while the little map with Coverly's notes fluttered on the seat beside her, the route was engraved in her memory. The familiar roar and rush of the traffic mounted now, its rumble reflected within the canyons of the high-rises beyond the suburbs of luxury homes where the Cornucopians lived in the Bountiful Towers. At last she began the descent into the valley cradling Old Town and commenced working her way through the maze of narrowing avenues to the park on Ryker Avenue and the little side-street beside it. There was only one house on the side-street, a huge old box on the corner with a long garage behind it where she was to leave Cliff's Pontiac. A stall stood open before her and she eased the car into it. As she left the garage the door rumbled down behind her, and the narrow cobbled drive that led into the gloom of the park from the side-street carried her at last to the opening in the laurel hedge. She stood before the tunnel peering down the length of glistening trembling leaves to the brilliant space beyond, her heart stirring, her breath quickening, a flush of moistness on her skin an impulse seizing her. She walked quickly at first, and then she ran, her arms lifted to all that lay before her. The glimmer blossomed into sunlight as she crossed the threshold into The Court and dimmed instantly when she blundered into the arms of the man who had stepped into her path. Together they gasped and stared at each other in astonishment. His hawkish face loomed above hers as she regarded him from behind her confusion. He withdrew from her, sputtering his apology as she offered hers. His face registered an intense and bold appraisal of her features before he disengaged and hurried past her, his tall dark suited figure merging into the gloom of the tunnel. With a deep breath Sarah turned back to the scene before her. The Tower House glimmered in the late afternoon sun, the crimson and purple light throwing the cottages surrounding it into brilliant relief over the dark and lengthening shadows. Her gaze settled on the Rose Cottage and then on the figure that separated from it and started at a trot down the path towards her. Sarah waved, Vivienne returned the salutation and they came face to face at last where the brick walk left the drive. They paused laughing breathlessly and fell into a girlish embrace. "Oh? At last" Vivienne enthused. "I'm so glad you're here. I've been watching for you all afternoon. Everything is ready. I can't wait to show you. Come on," she exclaimed taking Sarah's hand. "I can't wait to see it," Sarah returned. "I can't believe I'm here." Vivienne glanced at Sarah. "Where's Cliff?" Sarah smiled into her eyes. "He's on his way from work. He groused about having to take the buses from his job to The Court this evening, but that's just his way. He'll be all right once we've settled in." "All your things from Southshore arrived yesterday, and I'll help you unpack if you like." "Okay. That would be nice." She gave Vivienne's hand a spontaneous squeeze. They went up the stoop beside the screened front porch and into the house, past the boxes stacked in the hall, their voices and footsteps absorbed into the furnishings, through the kitchen and out into the solarium. Sarah gasped, her eyes widening with delight as she took in her studio. A huge easel dominated the space, its commodious rack ample enough for the most ambitious canvas. She stared at it soberly. "You're expecting big things from me aren't you?' she murmured. "Of course," Vivienne smiled. "I said it wouldn't be easy." "I know. I expect it will be even harder than you anticipate," Vi nodded. Sarah touched the easel, feeling the smooth varnished wood warm under her fingers, "The commission is a tall order for a painter, especially in these times," her voice soft, musing, speculative. "I paint what I see, but I'm more than a camera. I'm very good at feeling, but even if I feel can I make you see it?" She turned, put the easel at her back and gazed at Vivienne. "But then that's what art is all about isn't it?" Vivienne came to her and placing her hands upon her shoulders looked into her face, "You made me feel with 'The Passion Flower'. "What did I make you feel?" "How beautiful I am," she whispered. Sarah smiled, her eyes lifted to Vivienne's brow and her fingers stroked softly into the dark glossy curl of her hair. "Well, aren't we all?" she chuckled. Vivienne hugged her then, fully exuberantly. "Yes! Yes!" She laughed. "All of us!" Sarah felt Vi's warmth about her again, the breathing of her breath mingling with her own, their oneness. "There's so much to do. I have such a long way to go. I hardly know where to begin, and I can't wait to get started." she whispered. Vivienne's voice hummed in her ear. "Just being here is everything. Everything you need is here. Just open yourself to it and to us. You have all the time in the world to see all that is before you, to become fully alive to everything that is about you, with all your senses unstopped and finely tuned. You have magic within you and there is magic all around you." Sarah breathed out in a long deep exhalation. "I knew it would be like this." She sighed settling into Vivienne's embrace. "This is where I belong." A door slammed at the front of the house. Footsteps reverberated. "Sarah? Are you here?" Cliff called. "We're back here in the studio Cliff." She gave the word a lilt and exchanged quick smiles with Vivienne. He appeared in the doorway studying the scene with pleasure, and particularly the sight of Sarah embracing Vivienne from behind, her arms folded over Vi's bosom with Vi clasping Sarah's hands to her breasts. They both looked fresh and radiant like schoolgirls. "Well," he said energetically rubbing his hands together and casting a bright smile at them. "We're here! What's up?" Vivienne smiled at him. "We've planned a little welcome for you." "Really?" He returned expectantly. There was a meaningful pause while he took in the closeness of their embrace and the bemused expression on Vi's face. "Well" he said. "I can't wait. Let me shower first." Vi turned her face to Sarah, her brows lifting, her mouth puckering expectantly, inviting the soft caress that Sarah placed on her lips. "We're going to dine at the Tower House tonight," Vi murmured with a little giggle squeezing Sarah's hands against her breasts. Sarah chuckled at the tease, "I think you're being had, Cliff." "When is dinner?" he responded. "Around eight," Vi answered. Cliff glanced at his watch. "We've got two hours." "I don't think that's enough time, do you Sarah? " Vi laughed. "Not for what I've got in mind," Sarah giggled. Cliff spread his hands in frustration. "I wouldn't want to rush things," he offered generously. With a suggestive roll of her eyes Sarah released Vivienne. "How should I dress for tonight?" "In the way that you feel most comfortable." "I want to fit in." Vivienne smiled as they walked to the door. "In The Court fitting in is standing out. Let us know who you are." "Sometimes I'm someone different every day." "I'm sure the transformations will be incredibly interesting if not an endless delight." "Well, we shall see. It will be novel to say the least." They studied each other in silence their eyes equally alight with amusement and interest. Vivienne kissed Sarah again, a soft touch on the lips and paused. "Hey, don't I get one of those?" Cliff asked. "Will this do?" Vi said opening the door and blowing him a kiss. Cliff started and rubbed his groin. "Doesn't feel as good as the last time" he laughed. Vi gave him a helpless wave of her hand and rolled her eyes at Sarah. She left and Sarah watched her cross the lawn between the houses disappearing into her Passion-Flower vine-bowered porch. Musing a moment Sarah went into the hall rummaging for a certain garment bag that held just the right touch for this evening. **** The path wound into the gathering dusk the flagstones white before them in the twilight. Vivienne led them towards the welcoming glow of the Tower House blazing with light upon its little hill. The night would be warm and still, uncomfortably so perhaps. Sarah feeling the silky fabric of her tangerine mini clinging about her waist was thankful that she had opted not to wear a bra. The dress was outrageous but it was fun. Her sense of freedom buoyed her tonight and she glanced down at the cleft between her breasts where the pearl she had found that night by the pond lay pendant, glimmering with warmth and life in its gold setting, signaling this new life to her. Off in the west out over the park and above the dark rim of the city the first star lay low upon the horizon. In the east beyond the Tower House, the moon was rising over the trees. She felt the newness of herself between Vi and Cliff, the expanse of this space into which she would fly. The urge to run into the dusk the way she had as a child filled her. Her high-heels wobbled on the path and she slipped them off handing them to Vi. She wanted to know again that feeling of near flight when it seemed that with the next step into the gathering darkness she would leave the earth and soar. Sarah let the impulse seize her and carry out into the grass, spreading her arms and opening her face to the sky, turning, turning, dancing her feet to The Tower shining before her in its phallic grandness. She felt the sway of her breasts, the sweep of her hair over her nape, the gush of her breath. Cliff and Vivienne were watching her. She felt her pull and his push, and she herself spinning between them in the cross-currents of their energies until at last she was stilled before them heaving and disheveled in the light blazing from the open doors of the Tower House. They came to her and she put herself laughing between them, into the girl's tenderness and the man's strength and together they passed through the foyer and into the atrium. She donned her shoes again and the unfamiliar clatter of her heavenly-hot-heels on the floor announced them when they entered the atrium. The table had been set beneath 'The Passion Flower' painting. The image bloomed richly above the white cloth and the porcelain plates amidst the flickering candles. Coverly and Eva and another woman stood next to the table with wineglasses in their hands. Sarah basked in the greetings, the smiles, the hands that held hers in welcome. Eva hugged her and Coverly caressed her upon her cheek. "Surely you've met Katia Vyrobrovna," he offered with a gesture at the attractive woman beside him. "I saw you at the Solstice," Sarah said extending her hand. "And I you," Katia replied. "I'll never forget The Queen of Summer." "You just missed her encore as a dancer," Vivienne put in. "This place has that effect on me." Sarah made a quick effort to order her tumbled hair. "Me too," Katia laughed, "and you're Cliff?" He stepped forward and took the hand that she offered. "My pleasure," he purred taking in her dark Slavic beauty and the revelations of her wispy tunic. She stood before him the image of a sylph upon a Greek vase from the fillets that bound and lifted her dark hair to the beribboned sandals on her feet. They seated themselves then, Cliff finding himself next to Katia and across from Sarah and Vivienne relaxed expectantly into the pleasant aura about him. Their voices washed over him in soft alto melodies, Sarah's familiar even paced tones alternating with Vivienne's lighter quicker cadences and Katia's occasional clear resonate contra-points. At the moment he cared little for the words. He surrendered himself instead to the nuances of their femininity. There was of course the familiar undertone of soothing compliance in Sarah's voice. That seductive edge in Vivienne's that affected him so, and now these infrequent, but even and measured phrases from Katia in her slight Slavic accent that raised a new tension in him. There was no naiveté in any of them. He sensed ripeness, savoir-faire', and immeasurable rewards in the offing. "I hear that you have a new pianist?" Vi offered. Cliff's roused himself to her question and to Katia's reply. " 'Had' is more like it." Katia shrugged her bare glistening shoulder with a silent laugh. "Fickle fellow. Has he deserted you already?" Vi probed. "I suppose I was a bit indelicate with him. It's quite funny really; a pity too, he's a superb pianist." "So...?" Vivienne pursued. "Apparently the sight me au-naturale was more than he could handle." "Shameless girl," Vivienne gasped. "He must be very skittish." "He saw me in the mirrors when I came out of my shower." She palmed a coquettish touch on Cliff's sleeve. "I thought he was gay. My mistake! But I really can't concentrate when someone is after my derriere in class and neither can anyone else. I had to send him packing." "Well he was still running when I encountered him," Sarah put in. "We literally ran into each other in the laurel arbor this afternoon." An alert quick glance passed between Katia and Vivienne. "No, it must have been someone else, my pianist departed a few days ago, " Katia explained. There was bustle behind them. Coverly appeared with a cart laden with covered dishes and Eva seated herself at the head of the table. He prepared to serve and a drift of savory mist enveloped them. Sarah felt the tingle in her taste-buds along with a gush of saliva beneath her tongue. Cliff glanced eagerly at each dish that Coverly placed before them, the commencement of the meal a delightful crescendo in the sensuous feast of femininity surrounding him. He had already sampled the delights his beautiful blonde wife and the vivaciously sexy Vivienne could provide together. Now this delightfully dark dancer, whose talents teased him from beneath her gauzy costume that barely hid them, offered a savory new taste for his palette. Instantly he envisioned this beauty in bed with himself, Vi, and Sarah. Slowly, deliberately Coverly filled the wine glasses and at last raised the toast. "To this good company, to these new beginnings, and to you Sarah and Cliff with the promise you bring to us." "Salute" they chorused together amidst the ringing crystal glasses. The sounds shivered happily into Sarah's being. It reverberated in the light that she saw in Vivienne's eyes, in the smile that Katia offered as artist to artist, and in the warmth of Eva and Coverly's gaze upon her. Basking in their regard and affection she felt suddenly beautifully and wildly happy, and utterly at home with them. There was a nudge at her elbow as Vi offered her a silver platter heaped with herbs and white slices of sauced meat. "What is it?" Sarah sniffed at the delicate muskiness floating over the dish. "Truffled turkey," Coverly intoned arching his eyebrows meaningfully, his gaze settling on the pearl nestled into the cleavage of Sarah's breasts. She had been such a perfect fuck that Solstice night when he had taken her roused beyond measure, all the charms of her beautifully naked body offered first on the dais to the multitude and then secretly to his firmed phallus. "Be careful, Sarah," Katia warned. "It will make you absolutely randy." "In that case let's all have some," Sarah exclaimed as Vivienne slid a generous slice onto her plate and raised her eyebrows suggestively. "A bold woman," Coverly announced wisely. "You see, Sarah," Katia continued warming to her subject, "Women are especially susceptible to the influence of truffles. They seem to find men infinitely more attractive after a truffle-laced meal. Has something to do with pheromones I understand." She looked around the table with satisfaction. "They use sows to root them out. They can smell that male scent under the ground," she finished. "Don't trifle with truffles," Vi announced throwing a salacious glance at Sarah. Cliff surveyed the women before him and grinned broadly watching Sarah sample the delicacy. "Yum" she announced. Katia studied Sarah's face in keen silence, a vicarious enjoyment in her eyes and upon her tongue. "The ancient Greeks believed truffles were made by thunder," she added. "I should be so lucky," Cliff put in with a wink at his wife and Vivienne. Sarah paused with a forkful of truffle and with her free hand reached back and pulled the gold clasp loose that bound her hair. A toss of her head and the golden torrent spilled down her back. Her shoulders moved seductively and her breasts undulated under the tangerine drape. She lowered her fork and fixed Cliff with her eyes. "Who needs thunder?" she said. Vi patted Sarah's shoulder and winked meaningfully at Cliff, "Here's one little lady who packs her own thunder." "I could use a little thunder, " Katia responded with a roguish glance at company before her. I don't see why when you've got lightening," Cliff returned gallantly, smiling broadly down at her and openly appraising her charms. Sarah and Vi looked at each other in mock shock. "Indeed," Coverly enthused lifting his wine glass to them all, "Here's to thunder and lightening and everything that goes with it." "And that's saying a lot," Katia added drolly. "And it looks like its all right here in The Court if I'm any judge," Sarah observed. "Well we certainly don't want any of it to go to waste do we?" Cliff offered grandly with a gesture of his wine-glass that embraced the women before him. "There's all this erotic energy here in The Court." Sarah exclaimed suddenly. "Its incredible, I've never seen anything like it before. So tell me about it," Sarah pleaded, "how did this happen, how did this place come to exist?" "It began generations ago," Eva began, "with an ancestor of mine, a woman who came here with her lover before Plainfield was even a notion in anyone's mind. They say she was very beautiful and unruly and there were stories that she was a witch. The talk was very ugly and dangerous in her village. But she had wealth and independence and foresight, and she came here with her lover and they built the Tower House as a monument to their love. They both had a passion for the arts. She was said to have an incredible voice and he was an accomplished pianist and they filled the house with books and pictures and music and they lived out their lives in this place. They never married and they only had one child, a daughter. In time that daughter came into the heritage that they had created for her and she gathered others like herself about her. Artists and workers in the crafts and they built the cottages and lived in them and did their work here. She searched for men and women who would dedicate their lives to their art and you would recognize some of their names to this very day. It was said she took her lovers from amongst the women until she was ready to have a child and, like her mother she only had one, a boy. By then the Old Town was here and it had already surrounded The Court, and when the boy grew to manhood it was obvious that their way of life would disappear unless they protected it. So he set himself the task of hiding The Court; of shielding its way of life from the outside world. It was he who had the swamp dug that still surrounds The Court to where the great hedges and the trees form the park. The pond flows into the swamp and there is a moat around it and beyond there is the forest that he ordered planted. The lover with whom he had a child was the daughter of a writer whom you would know and she became famous as an actress. Her work took her out of The Court into the world, but he stayed and reared their daughter here in the life of The Court. That girl was my great grandmother and she was born just after the first Great Depression. It was in her lifetime, when this country and the rest of the world was growing out of bounds. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 06 When at last they left the Tower House together and said goodnight to Katia long dark clouds streaked across the moonlit sky. Cliff, Sarah, and Vivienne turned towards the Rose Cottage amidst the night-sounds of crickets, frogs, and the warm rustle of the trees. Sarah and Vi walked ahead of Cliff hand in hand. They were quiet now after the supper talk, and a suspense held each of them as they approached this moment that they knew was upon them. Together they followed the path of flagstones from the brick walk to where it branched to the Rose Cottage on the right and Vi's cottage on the left. The fork glimmered in the moonlight, a cross-roads. Vivienne waited with a breathlessness unusual in herself, she must let them make the decision, this man and this woman who called to her two selves. She knew what might lay ahead on this night, but she had no idea what all the others after this would hold for them, and every sense in her being was alive with anticipation. Beside her Sarah felt the warmth of Vi's hand in hers, her presence so full of attraction. Stored within Sarah were years of knowledge of Cliff, of his urges, his fantasies, his needs. Except for that brief interlude with Vi two weeks ago she didn't know what it would be like to do a real threesome with him and another girl. That sample had proved delightful, but would the whole nine-yards be a success? Would Cliff's cock rise to the occasion now and stay there? It dawned on her at that moment that if their threesome was a bust her whole opportunity at The Court would go down the tubes with it. Vi had left the whole thing in her hands, promising to do whatever she herself wanted to do. Perhaps it would be better not to venture into this escapade at all, except she knew also what she had promised Cliff that night in the mall parking lot a week ago, and this moment left her breathless with suspense. Their walk was leisurely, the girls in easy graceful step with each other, the man only a stride behind. They were upon the fork then leading to Vi's cottage and Sarah and Vi slowed. A space opened between them when Vi hesitated for the goodnight. But Cliff laid his hand gently on her bare shoulder where the fine upward swell of her neck began. A pregnant silence lay over them while Sarah made her decision. Then she slipped her arm around Vi's waist her hand resting upon the beginning of that hollow between Vi's hip and her belly that led down to a paradise like her own. Vi's hand slid around Sarah's waist in her gesture of assent and they all moved forward together. Happiness and anticipation filled Cliff for the pleasures his wife was offering him with this lovely agreeable girl, and the door of the Rose Cottage stood open before them. The house was dark within but they had no need of light or words. Ahead the risers of the stairs glimmered their way up into the space above. The space they had left those days ago when they took that first uncertain step into this intimacy before them. The girl's ascended ahead of Cliff, their arms hugging each other's waists, their lovely butts flexing with every step into the paradise above them. Hungrily his hands cupped their cheeks savoring these appetizers of the feast before him. A single light by the bed winked into life under Vi's fingers and the room revealed itself as they had left it two weeks ago, except now in the dark the whole focus was upon the bed. It was a large bed made for much more than sleeping and it lay within an alcove glimmering with soft light reflected from large mirrors on the ceiling and the walls. Cliff gaped with anticipation of the visions the glass would bring to his eyes when these beauties in his arms were stripped and their every movement would fill his senses. They stood there silently taking in the scene and then Sarah took Vivienne's hands in hers, seated herself at the foot of the bed, and looked up into Vi's lovely expectant face. She would make this into an utterly fantastic fuck for Cliff, her gift to him for coming to The Court, and this is where she would start, with Vi. "Did you know that Cliff is an ass-man, Vi? He loves beautiful bums," Sarah smiled lifting Vi's shift with one hand and feeling for the curves of her naked cheeks with the other. "No wonder he's crazy about you," Vi murmured wrapping her arms around Sarah's head, cradling her gently to her belly, feeling the woman's hand stroking deliciously over her buttocks to squeeze and caress her cheeks. A quick stroke of Sarah's hand lifted Vi's shift to her waist offering her naked buttocks and the beauty of her bare legs for Cliff's delectation. With a knowing glance up into his face Sarah's hands parted Vi's cheeks to expose the swollen bulge of her sex and the pale dimple of her pucker. Cliff reveled in the sight of the girl's neat slim curvaceous cheeks with their dimpled sides, the deep cleft between them that led down to the delights beneath, and that natural sway in her back that lifted her ass in an utter invitation to fucking that she enhanced with a coquettish glance over her shoulder at him. His organ rose massively under his fly, its bulk aching for entrance into those taut little openings he could glimpse between and beneath her cheeks. "Beautiful bums aren't his only passion," Sarah crooned her hands wandering over Vi's naked bottom. The girl's skin was smooth as silk and flushed with moist heat drawing her fingers closer and closer to the crease between her cheeks. "Well whatever that passion is I expect we are going to indulge him aren't we," Vi laughed feeling Sarah's hands sliding up her sides, carrying her shift to her shoulders and tugging it off over her head. Sarah turned the girl naked to face Cliff her hands stroking up to Vi's breasts, cupping them in her fingers with offerings of her nipples to Cliff's touch. Eagerly his fingers found the luscious buds and tweaked them so deliciously that Vi's lovely mouth pursed into an inviting pucker, her delicate hand drifting to her sex to massage her clit into relief over her pussy lips. Cliff's gaze roved over the magic unfolding before him and around him, the mirrors revealing the beauteous shapes of his wife and the lovely teen in her arms, the contrast of his wife's mini clad curves cuddling the little teen's nudity in her offering to him was entrancingly enhanced when Sarah's fingers joined Vi's on the girl's sex, Sarah's fingers spreading Vi's generous labial lips to open the girl's vagina to his inspection. The cleft was temptingly tight embracing Sarah's finger with a soft sucking sound as it plunged into Vi's depths and they flopped back on the bed giggling and cuddling together. Their faces turned up to his, and Cliff read their excitement and utter pleasure in their offering to him. To his sheer delight he watched Sarah turn her face to Vi, lift the girl's chin with her hand and plant a long soft kiss on her mouth, a kiss that was returned with utter enthusiasm. "You have such a sexy beautiful mouth," Sarah murmured, one hand sliding over Vi's luxuriant sable tresses, the other fucking the girl's vagina with quick eager strokes. "Her mouth isn't her only beauty," Cliff rumbled his gaze fixed on the generous folds of Vi's labia and deep pale dimple of her anal pucker, both caressed by Sarah's fingers. "He's a pussy-man too," Sarah observed as Cliff's hand joined hers in exploring Vi's most intimate charms. "I can tell," Vi groaned, her bottom wiggling impetuously under his hand. He was taking his time feeling her, softly massaging her labia in his fingers, sliding in between her inner petals, stroking up to the firm ridge of her clitoris and settling upon it with a an irresistible massage. "You've got a nice big clit," he observed, "its like Sarah's and you're hard already." "I'm glad you like it. I surely do!" Vi giggled, her moisture bathing his fingers feeling now for the entrance to her vagina and slipping within its taut wet depths. With a sudden lift of her hips Vi took both Sarah's and Cliff's fingers deeper into her openings, her shapely slim back arching with excitement, her head lifting, her mouth gaping with need as they both finger-fucked her depths. "Oh I love it, I love it!" Vi gasped with need, her arm encircling Sarah's neck and drawing their mouths together for another long passionate kiss, her hand lifting impetuously to find the zipper on Cliff's fly, yank it down and plunge within to encircle his cock in her girlish grasp. Cliff hovered over them as Vi palmed his organ rigid with need, his eyes devouring the sight of his beautiful wife stretched beneath this gorgeous bare naked girl, Sarah's slim finger buried in the girl's anus while he explored the depths of her vagina, its hot wet constriction tight around his finger. Vi's vaginal sheath felt virginal in its tight muscular caress signaling that its embrace upon his organ would be exquisite. That she was certainly not a virgin he read in the passionate abandon of her responses to their plunging fingers, all of it an exercise thoroughly familiar and obviously utterly welcome to her. She lay now gasping for breath upon Sarah's bosom, her lovely lips parted so invitingly that his organ simply had to sample their shapes and he moved to offer his penis to her mouth even as he had in the pond two weeks ago. Reading his intent Sarah lifted her hand from Vi's pucker and wrapping her fingers around his shaft drew it to the girl's face. He saw Vi's lovely dark eyes widen again with awe in appreciation of his bulk for indeed his erection had reached the summit of its tumescence in the delights of the foreplay with this gorgeous girl and his lovely wife. With a knowing happy glance up into his face Sarah pressed his penis to Vi's mouth and the girl responded with a shower of lusty kisses, her full shapely lips working eagerly over the head of his organ. Her long lithe tongue then licked hungrily out and lapped deliciously around the circumference of his shaft and its head, the sensations spiraling up through his being from her caresses of such sheer delight that he could only crave for more. Knowing all too well of his insatiable appetites for this pastime Sarah urged his organ ever deeper into Vi's mouth until the girl was fully engaged in sucking and tonguing, her shapely cheeks sunken about his shaft, her lovely head moving back and forth upon his organ with full knowledge of how to best give a blow-job. The sheer beauty of the woman and the girl so engaged were exciting enough in themselves, and the movements of Vi's darling bare butt in response to his finger yet in her vagina could only entice him into further adventures. The girl's anal pucker, empty of Sarah's finger, lay relaxed before his thumb which he now inserted gently into her depths. Beginning a simultaneous multiple massage he captured the sensitive ridge of her perineum between both fingers in her orifices, an exercise that raised the girl instantly to a whole new level of excitement. She groaned, she moaned, and her back arched lifting her head from his penis in the ecstasy of her response. "You like that don't you darling!" Sarah intoned knowingly. "Oh god. It feels sooo goood!" Vi crooned. "You'd love to be fucked in the cunt and butt at the same time wouldn't you baby?" Cliff muttered. For an answer Vi's mouth captured his organ again, her head bobbing her assent upon his erection in ever more excited and vigorous passages over his penis. "Have you ever been fucked that way before?" Sarah probed, the girl's head responding in silent assent as she wiped her tongue around Cliff's cock. "Have you had cocks in your mouth, your butt and your cunt at the same time sweetie?" Cliff questioned and Vi tossed a knowing smile up at him with a long lascivious lick up the shaft of his cock her mouth closing over its head for deep suck of admission. Clearly sharing this memory had an excitement of it own for Vi and sensing from the increasing amplitude of the girl's exertions that she was approaching a climax Cliff stilled his fingers in her vagina and anus and Vi took the chance to catch her breath. "Who fucked you like that baby?" Cliff queried. "Maybe I'll tell you all about it sometime," Vi gasped, "but right now I just want to fuck," she finished by offering his organ to his wife. With a little giggle Sarah bent to the task and for a delightful interlude the girls traded his phallus between them, their mouths mingling upon his penis and over each other's tongues. Cliff, savoring both the sensations and the sight of his wanton wife and this gorgeous girl indulging him with the realization of his favorite fantasy, was delighted beyond belief; Vi's dark teenage beauty contrasting so exquisitely with Sarah's blonde babe perfection. He had planned a long evening of foreplay with them and to his delight it was apparent that Sarah and Vi were of a like mind. Their mouths mingling on his organ again had been a thrill, their beauteous faces turned up to him with those knowing glances and lovely laughs as they fed his phallus into each other's lips. But in their last venture his spontaneous uncontrolled orgasm in response to their exquisite beauties and sensuality had aborted their little orgy too soon. The memory of how he had filled Vi's mouth with his cum, her eager appetite for it and for sharing his semen with Sarah's mouth had never dimmed. But now he knew a new mastery over himself, the novelty of their tryst having evolved into what might be an endless orgy of erotic episodes demanding the endurance and resilience of his trusty phallus. He had never tired of Sarah's beautiful blonde sensual sexuality and his staying power with her had been consistent. Now that Sarah's womanly contrasts with Vivienne's dark girlish youth were feeding his lusty appetites even more he relished the challenge of meeting every aspect of their appetites for satisfaction as well. That the girl was experienced well beyond her years he now knew for sure. In fact it was obvious that Sarah could learn some things from this little beauty when it came to turning tricks with a collection of cocks. Before this night was over he would aim to see the girl's mouth languishing upon Sarah's puffy pussy-lips, while he pummeled the girl's darling little ass with his prick buried in her vulva and pucker by turns. And then when he had roused Vi to orgasms both anally and vaginally, he would turn to his wife and fuck her into the vaginal and anal bliss that she loved while her tongue and lips explored Vi's vagina once more. But now in this present moment it was time to uncover again the bare beauties that Sarah possessed under her tangerine mini and his fingers surrendered Vi's vulva and her pucker to lift Sarah's garment from her lovely body. She raised herself as he drew the garment from her figure, her every movement a ballet displaying her exquisite charms, her skin an unblemished ivory perfection freed of every hair, accented only with the rosy buds of her nipples, the inviting shadows of her sex and the crease between the twin beauties of her shapely buttocks. Naked now she turned again to Vi and snuggled with her, their slim curvaceous shapes a confection of delights their lovely legs calling to Cliff's fingers. His hands found their thighs stroking their shapes, sensing Sarah's familiar forms and feeling for Vi's novel newness. Their legs moved luxuriantly under his caresses, their torsos wiggling happily revealed Sarah's luscious loins, her swollen sex soaked with the juices of her arousal. His finger found the wet bulge of her clit and massaged it feverishly calling Vi's attention to Sarah's needs. Knowingly, the girl's fingers found everything Sarah had to offer between her pussy lips and Vi's fingers slid into Sarah's vulva fucking it with resounding wet slaps, punctuating their moans of delight. Cliff's hand found Vi's foot, touched her toes, tickled her soles, and trailed his fingers up her ankles and her calves to the lean luxury of her shapely thighs, his caress urging her to raise her butt to his finger flowing into her crease to find her soaking sex once more and delve into its depths. Relinquishing the delights of her anal pucker till later his other hand followed the curves of her back into the dark fragrant silk of her sable tresses and around her side to find the shape of her breast and tease it out to the bud of her nipple collapsing into firmness under his fingers. Vi turned her face up to his and groaned softly, her dark eyes settling upon the prize of his penis erect beside her mouth. "He loves to have you suck his cock," Sarah murmured. "I know" Vi answered, her tongue touching his organ, "I love to do it too. I'll bet he wants you to suck him off all the time, doesn't he Sarah?" "For sure" Sarah laughed, " and now I've got you to help me. Does his finger feel good sweetie?" "Yum, and in my cunt and my butt too," Vi groaned lifting her buttocks excitedly into his probes. "You're so anally erotic for such young lady," Sarah murmured. "I know! I guess I'm just lucky," Vi giggled. Her gaping mouth beckoned and his erection entered to find her fully eager to suck and mouth-fuck his organ into its ultimate need for satisfaction. "I want to see you two girls in a sixty nine with your tongues in each others twats while I take turns fucking your hot wet cunts and butts and I'm going to start with Vi. Open her juicy little twat for me, Sarah," he gasped. "Like this?" Sarah crooned trading his erection for her finger in her mouth, and wetting it she probed gently within Vi's vagina. "Oh, that feels so good," Vi groaned, lifting her bottom into the caress. Sarah pushed her finger into the hot wet slippery little tunnel., "You're so tight," she whispered. "I know. I get that way when I'm really turned on. This is so exciting," Vi giggled. Cliff ogled the prospect of the girl's big juicy labia and her tight little twat. She would be a marvelous fuck and he was more than ready. Vi heard the unmistakable sounds of his belt buckle opening and his trousers descending. "You have such a big cock, Cliff. I'm not ready for it yet," she moaned. "Well we will have to take care of that. We want it to be really good for Vi, don't we Sarah?" "What do you want me to do, Cliff?" Sarah whispered. "Can't you guess, sweetheart." "Please!" Vi pleaded. "I would love it. I need it...if he's going to fuck me now." "Oh!" Sarah gasped, Cliff's favorite lesbian fantasy dawning upon her. She could feel Vi panting with excitement and the hot fragrant softness of Vi's smooth skin when she bent to kiss the girl's tummy. She lingered around Vi's belly-button tonguing it with probing caresses, registering the sensations of the dry little pucker on her tongue as if it were a rehearsal for what must come next. Vi writhed under Sarah's face her hands burying in her tresses, guiding Sarah's mouth down to the smooth angles of her hips. Sarah kissed and dragged her tongue across the curves of Vi's flat abdomen leaving wet trails of saliva on her skin until the rise of the girl's mons lifted boldly before her. Vi's delta prominent, full, smooth, puffy, utterly bare of hair and manicured to perfection rose within her shapely loins as the chief feature of her lovely slim figure as though all her beauties were directed to its charm. Only Vi's breasts with their large puffy, but now hardened shrunken dark nipples, competed for attention and Sarah decided to devote some time to their beauty before savoring the taste of the girl's sex. Cupping a breast in each hand Sarah felt their firm uplifted resilience, and the tumescence that had swollen them with excitement. Her mouth captured a nipple, her teeth gently stretching it in a test of the girl's arousal, summoning only a moan of delight from Vi's lips when she pulled the bud into her own mouth for deep hard suck. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 07 All the characters and events in this novel are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter 07 Katia captures Cliff, and the Buyers seek Sarah A wash of water, a tumbling mountain stream, a torrent of rain, the sounds pounded insistently upon Cliff's senses. Slowly he came awake in the empty bed. His eyes focused on his own image amidst the rumpled sheets in the huge mirror over the bed. The peal of Sarah's familiar laughter brought him fully awake as she and Vi, both naked waltzed through the door fresh from their shower. He gazed rapturously at them. their exuberant high spirits and laugher bespoke an erotic tension between them roused by the mutual caresses of soaping and stroking one another in the bath. Cliff leaned back against the headboard to watch them primping fresh from the shower. Vi's long dark blown-dry tresses fell in luscious disorder down her shapely back, as Sarah drew her to the bed. "You've got such a beautiful mouth" Vi sighed coming to Sarah with her lips. "I loved it when you kissed my pussy in the shower just now and your tongue rimming my pucker was fantastic," she murmured planting a lingering kiss on Sarah's lips. "Did you like it too?" "You know I did," Sarah whispered. "Your sweet young cunt is utterly divine and you've got a really passionate little pucker." Vi smiled up at Sarah, "I love it when you talk dirty," she murmured, her tongue flicking out, licking at Sarah's lips, tracing their shape with its tip before slipping between them. Sarah closed her eyes and sucked softly at its firm lively wet shape, feeling that surge of excitement in her belly that always heralded her arousal. She could feel Vi's hands coming to her breasts, the girl's fingers toying with her nipples, sending those shock waves of arousal ricocheting down into her loins. Opening her eyes she caught sight of their tableau in the mirrors around the bed, this image of herself in the arms of this ravishingly beautiful youngster while Cliff played with Vi's nipples in his own nakedness, his organ already in full erection beside the girl's loins. Their day began as it had ended in an orgy of utter delight. ***** In summer Plainfield didn't simmer in the heat, it parboiled in hot humid mugginess, but Southshore benefited from the cool mass of Lake Michigan's fresh water beside it. Vavosar Feake felt the difference when he got out of his car and examined the apartment house before him. Anticipation itched within him. He had studied Trapnell's transmission with increasing interest that was only heightened by the revelations of this Sarah Moore's face. It was then he knew that his share of this underground transaction would be well worth the effort in securing her. The first hint of frustration arose in the lobby. The mailbox for 1210 was labeled "Ackerman". Moore had married maybe? Was she living with someone else? His pudgy thumb punched the doorbell insistently, until the door swung open a crack at last. "Special delivery letter for Sarah Moore" he intoned into the narrow opening, moving so that the woman could see his postal uniform. "You'll have to sign for it ma'am." "There's nobody here by that name," the voice returned, the crack widening to the length of the security chain. Feake studied the face suspiciously. It was thin and pinched, the eyes dark and far too old for the woman in the transmission. "Can you give me her new address? This is high priority mail." "Never heard of her. Ask the super." The door slapped shut in his face and he stared at its unrewarding emptiness, the knots of anger gathering in the angles of his jaw. The super when he found her was more helpful. "Sarah Moore? No Sarah Moore. We had a Sarah Murdock in 1210, but they moved out days ago. Don't you have a forwarding address?" "No," Feake grumbled, "did they leave one with you?" "Most likely." The super rummaged through the pile upon her desk extracting a worn ledger and fingered the pages. "Murdock," she muttered. "Nothing! That's strange." She held the ledger up for Feake and he stared at the absent entry space. "Well, we'll find her. Thank you." His car had heated up and his fingers were wet as he keyed 'Sarah Murdock' into his computer. In an instant he had the husband's name, the car registration and description but no new address. "Shit" he muttered glancing up at the housing complex before him; a decent place. It cost plenty to live here. They must have jobs, good jobs. It would take some time, the usual procedures couldn't be followed anyhow. They would find her and then she would simply... disappear for good. ***** The July morning promised to fill The Court with warmth and stillness as Sarah surveyed the stacks of boxes piled in the hall and prepared to spend the day unpacking. Upstairs Cliff dallied in the bathroom. When she came into the kitchen it was filled with the odor of freshly brewed coffee and Vivienne stood by the counter, a bowl of waffle batter in her hands. "Oh Vi, you're a godsend," Sarah moaned. "I wondered what I was going to do for breakfast." "Getting settled is always a chore but we'll have you comfortable by evening," Vi smiled happily at her. Sounds wonderful," Sarah sighed as Cliff sauntered into the kitchen. "I had this fantastic dream," Cliff offered " Two gorgeous girls fucked me last night and most of the morning too!" "Really?" Vi giggled. "In my dream this great guy with this incredible cock and this utterly lovely woman drove me absolutely wild with passion." "No kidding you guys," Sarah mused. "I didn't have time to dream at all last night. I was having too much fun to go to sleep. But I still can't believe I did the whole thing," she gasped incredulously at last. They made the breakfast together then. Cliff pitched cheerfully in with the task and they soon found themselves seated together by the windows in Sarah's studio. Across the lawns the cottages glimmered in the morning sun and here and there the residents appeared on their porches and along the walks between their homes. Morning greetings and the sounds of conversations echoed between the buildings while Sarah studied her new neighbors and Cliff interposed, "I'll give you a hand putting this stuff away before I go to work." They set about the task together and by mid-afternoon the Murdocks had moved in and Cliff had left for work. Sarah stretched and gazed happily about her, "The house seems like home already. We only have one thing to do yet." "What's that?" Vi asked. "Stretch a canvas. You can help me. We'll do a big one." They selected the framing strips and unrolled the crisp heavy fabric. Severing the piece of canvas from the roll Sarah sniffed the chalky odor of the ground. She loved that smell. She fitted the frame together and Vi laid the canvas over it, tacking the four sides while Sarah used the stretching pliers. They worked their way around the frame, stretching and tacking until the cloth sang with tautness, carried it to the easel and racked it. Standing back Sarah studied the white mat expanse before her. Slipping her arms around Vi's waist she cuddled her against her bosom. It was all beginning now, this wondrous new adventure. "It's awesome," Sarah declared. "It's such a challenge, but I love to have it there staring me in the face. That's the way I always begin. The first strokes mean everything. It's frightening, appalling, wonderful. And I have to be bold with it or it all comes to nothing. So I have to get ready, I must have that sureness within me that it's time to begin." Together they studied the empty expanse of the canvas in the bright light of the studio. Vi slipped her hand into Sarah's hair and nestled her cheek against Sarah's savoring the warmth of the caress. "I've never had a commission before," Sarah mused, "I've always been totally free to paint whatever struck my fancy. If someone wanted the result, fine. If they didn't that was okay too. The act of creation was all that mattered to me. I had canvases stacked all over our place until Cliff began to bitch about it. It was either paint over them or throw them away. Finally I tried to pedal them to half a dozen galleries but no one wanted them. 'Too indulgent' they said. "Indulgent?" Vivienne chuckled. "Yeah, they said they were impressed but they couldn't display them, too suggestive, too sensual. Their whole attitude just pissed me off so I kept bringing them in anyhow and finally someone told me about this obscure little restaurant, Bulfinch's, that might hang them. They took half a dozen of my flower pieces and four abstractions and they were gone in a week. I don't know who patronized Bulfinch's but whoever they were they took most everything I gave them over the last few years." "And that made Cliff happy?" the warm moistness of Vivienne's breath drifting across her cheek Sarah snuggled her face to Vivienne's. "Well at least it got the clutter out of the apartment." "I gather he's not into the arts," Vi observed quietly "Mostly he's into fucking. He's impulsive. And whatever he's got he wants more of it until something else comes along. Speaking of which. Did you notice what an impression Katia Vyrobrovna made on him?" Vivienne laughed. "Well let's face it. He's an irresistible flirt and she's a real beauty. Does it bother you?" "It used to, but not any more. He's had his affairs for sure. God knows that's how we got together, and the leopard doesn't change his spots. Cliff's idea of art is seducing some cute little sweetie like you Vi. I'm beginning to wonder if that's mine too," she laughed suddenly with a little kiss on Vi's cheek. Vi turned her face and their lips mingled softly. "Come on! I want to show you something," the girl enthused suddenly, and pulling Sarah after her she led the way to her cottage. The screen door slapped behind them, Sarah found herself in Vivienne's world and the day passed in bliss. **** Cliff nudged the Pontiac carefully into the garage and eased himself out of the narrow space between his car and the Cadillac beside him. His eye drifted critically over the vehicles to Coverly's roadster resplendent in the late afternoon light and envy touched his heart. What a joy to own a car like that. He went to it and touched it again, running his hand over the heavy enameled steel of the trunk, thumping it gently with his knuckle listening to the deep resonant solidity, his caress lingering as he viewed the perfection of the wheels with their heavy wooden spokes, and the smooth glistening leather of the seats. His hand drifted to the warm bright arc of the steering wheel and closed about it while he studied the glittering levers of the shift and the brake below. It would be a breeze to drive this car, he had been totally tuned to Coverly's manipulations. A flick of the magneto, a quick rotation of the crank and it would come to life under his hands. He contemplated the luxury and the sensations of the ride rose in him again and settled somewhere between arousal and impulse when he reluctantly left the garage and entered the park. Emerging from the laurel arbor into The Court sweat glistened on his forehead even in the deep shade and he mopped his temples. He took in the cottages before him, settling not on the Rose Cottage but on Vivienne's. What he wondered was that little sweetheart doing right now? Sitting in the shade of her porch no doubt with an iced drink in her hand, wearing one of those filmy dresses that revealed as much as it concealed. The pleasure of anticipation pulsed in him, its beat in syncopation now with other pulses, rhythmic thuds and thumps punctuating the music from a piano. The sounds swelled from the cottage on his right, drawing him up onto the porch. The door stood open inviting him into the clear crisp sounds of Katia's voice counting time over the piano for the dancers before her. The room was lined with mirrors and the six dancers, increased by their reflections, filled the room with movement. He could see that Katia was totally unaware of him, her being utterly focused on the beat and the steps unfolding before her. He waited studying the shapes of the six girls and the two boys. They were all young, in their teens and early twenties he guessed. The boys in baggy tops and tight bottoms, the girls in a motley of leotards or skimpy bras and high cut panties, were streaming with sweat in the heat. Cliff appraising the girls for the best legs, the best breasts, the best bum, settled on the little brunette in the right front and tried to catch her eye. At first she wouldn't look at him, but then when she finished a turn he caught the little smile on her face and the quick glance she threw at him before she focused on Katia again. He was sure then that her movements were more revealing, her display even more interesting and directed at him as he picked up on Katia's voice: "...and four, and five, and Denise don't lift your shoulders on the battement fondu, keep your preparation lower...and seven, and eight..." A little of the magic went out of Denise's display but Cliff consoled himself with the perfection of her legs and the delicious curve in her lower back until the exercise collapsed in the sharp clap of Katia's hands. "Okay everybody, that was very good. Class tomorrow as usual at nine, and rehearsal at one. Hopefully it won't be so hot. Thank you." There was a spattering of applause from the dancers before they transformed into weary breathless flat-footed athletes lugging bulging satchels out of the room. Cliff smiled at Denise as she passed and she tossed him a quick curious glance before evaporating into the late afternoon heat. He turned to Katia. She was watching him from beside the piano, her upper body subdued in the uniform black of her leotard, her legs bold in her white tights. "I was passing by and I heard thunder," he said. "And did you see lightening?" she returned. He nodded, "It was dazzling." "Maybe there's going to be a storm." Her eyebrows lifted questioningly. "Can't come to soon for me," he purred. "Yes, this heat is almost unbearable isn't it?" Katia lifted the towel from the piano, dabbed at her neck before draping it over her shoulders, and looked him full in the face. He was struck by her transformation from the supper in the Tower House when he had first met her. In the candlelit shadows of the atrium she had looked utterly seductive and the loose folds of the Grecian tunic revealing the lithe strength of her torso and her long beautiful shapes. Her facial features he saw as exotically alive with her Russian eyes bold above her prominent cheekbones, her mouth generous, the lips chiseled and full in her beautiful face. In her presence before him now he was suddenly and acutely aware of the need to experience the athletic physicality in her. And then she said, "How about a swim?" "A swim?" "You do swim don't you?" "Yeah! Where?" "In the pond." "I don't have a suit." "You don't need a suit." "Well sure. Hell yes." "But you might want a towel afterwards," she laughed. He watched her walk to a doorway with that curious turnout in her stride, her toe-shoes making little thuds on the wooden floor, her trim buttocks concealed beneath the flounce of the tiny skirt over them. She passed through leaving silence and only his own image in the mirrors. Cliff observed his reflections from three sides, un-rumpled in spite of the heat, his suit-coat folded neatly over his arm, the creases still sharp in his trousers, the military square in his shoulders, his tie loosened but not draggled. He swept his hand over his forehead in a compulsive and unnecessary gesture to smooth his hair lying in neat blond waves without a part. His eyes, blue, bright and wide-set gazed agreeably back at him from the mirrors as he appraised his tan. A dip in the skinny would be no embarrassment to him. A rustle in the silence and he turned to Katia approaching him barefooted, gowned now in simple terry cloth robe, the bulk of two large towels filling her arms. "Ready!" she announced. "Thank goodness for the pond, it's a gift from the Goddess on days like this." The Court was quiet except for children playing somewhere amongst the cottages. He was thankful for her silence, for her recognition that they had no need of chatter. Her walk was brisk and easy as she led him to the place where he had seen Vi begin her nude swim on the Solstice evening. A broad terrace of steps led down into the water and descending Katia slipped neatly out of the robe and dropped it at the verge. He hadn't expected her to be naked but she was, and he clung to her image easing gracefully into the water. She rolled over on her back stroking easily out into the pond. Feeling her eyes on him he took his time disrobing, folding his clothes neatly before stepping down into the water. The pond was surprisingly deep, the waters deliciously cool, and out in the center he saw her face in the black wreath of her swirling hair before she began stroking away from him. He dove and began a crawl, but when he looked for her she was still ahead of him, her arms flashing in the sun, a wake stirring at her heels. He forged ahead, breathing expertly between strokes, his body cleaving the water with the power of his arms and legs until he reached the bend in the pond where he paused for breath, treading for buoyancy. Ahead the waters stretched in a broad crooked shinning band into the woods, the shoreline dotted with rocky outcroppings, ledges, and tiny bays but she was nowhere in sight. Cliff turned and looked back glimpsing the shinning tower of the Tower House through the trees over the glare of the water. Scissoring his legs he breast-stroked towards the nearest shore scanning for her amidst the rocks and grottos, working his way along the shallows from empty beach to empty beach. A throb of disquiet began within him. Could she have gone under? He could hardly believe it, she had seemed such a strong swimmer. An outcropping ahead promised a view, and he made for it, reaching up for a grip on the rock. And then there was a force on his legs, arms that grappled with his ankles, and the surge of a lithe young body against his, her weight pulling him under. He rose sputtering into her face, into the challenge of those wide Russian eyes and the impudent laughing mouth. Her dark shinning crown gleamed and he reached to duck her but she was beyond him, stroking quickly and easily out of his reach. He lunged for her and it was her agility against his power. Always she was just ahead of him, reading his maneuvers and feints, diving beneath him and encircling him with the graceful competence of her body. They dueled in silence, the movement everything. The wild wet exuberant game of tag an exercise in enticement. He glimpsed her flashing limbs in the cold clear churning waters, the long smooth curves of her flanks above the swell of her hips, the slope of her shoulders and the descent of her back to her firm long buttocks that rolled easily to the glimpse of her mons and naked labia, the firm curves of her small breasts and tightened nipples. The flash of her ankles teased him, rousing him, baffling him with her elusiveness when he tried to herd her into the shallows. He was breathing hard now, panting in the unaccustomed exercise, his limbs suddenly limp in anoxic weakness and then she was behind him where he couldn't see her and he paused to gather himself. He felt her palm on his shoulder and as he captured her wrist with his hand she rolled the length of her body into him. Her curves nestling luxuriously into his moved sinuously against his phallus. Her hand found him, held him, stroked maddeningly up his shaft, and instantly he was erect. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 07 Then her mouth was on his, her caress hard and full pulling them down into the cascade of bubbles showering about them. They drifted down to the rippled sand. The kiss contested their endurance until his ears were roaring and his limbs were flaccid in hers. His hand floated to her breast, closed briefly upon it and fell away as she raised him into the warm sunlit air beside the rock. She left him there gasping, lifting herself upon its smooth surface above him. Her limbs gleamed whitely, bedewed with sparkling droplets of water. She drew her legs up and leaned back on her hands, her delicious bosom heaving above her tight little belly, and he stared at the wet folds of her hairless vulva between her opened thighs. Catching his eyes fixed on her sex she teased, "Do you like my costume?" Cliff took a deep breath. "I didn't know ballet was so much fun," he gasped. She looked for all the world like the statue of "The Little Mermaid" seated there upon that rock. He looked up at her sitting there above him and shook his head in wonder. This place was alive with nymphs. Katia leaned back over the smooth sun warmed stone and stretched out. A single blonde cloud floated before her in the clear blue water. It drifted slowly up to her raining droplets of water over her legs. She opened them and took its softness between her thighs. The cloud licked at her deliciously, maddeningly, teasingly and she dropped her hand to open her labial lips and invite its warm fleecy blonde billows to caress her with their softness. The mists enclosed her and searched wetly and insistently. They would know every tight turgid fold lifting beneath them, search out and enter every space. They billowed and roiled and wandered so wildly back and forth that she had to float with them and give herself utterly over to their swaying rocking magic. Deep within her the thunder muttered and echoed and the heat lightening flickered its incandescent fingers, as the storm lifted and rolled up through her loins. Now the tempest drove through her like a wild summer squall. Cliff felt her hips bucking furiously under his face as she climaxed in his mouth and he stayed with her until the wild winds subsided into a quiet zephyr and drifted away. They lay quietly together for a time, the late afternoon sun drying their skin and then without a word she knelt to his organ, her hands working its bulk into her mouth. Her head bobbed, her long lithe tongue licked, her full shapely lips caressed, and her fingers felt for the spasms driving his semen into her cheeks. Her dive over his head was clean and neat. She knifed into the water and stroked out into pond. The light flashed upon her arm as she waved to him, it glimmered off the smooth ebony of her crown before she disappeared in the lengthening shadow cast upon the waters by the Tower House. The Court was filled with mauve shadows when Cliff entered the Rose Cottage. Supper sounds and scents drew him from the kitchen into Sarah's studio where the table had been set by the open west windows. "Well, this is a cozy scene," he offered with satisfaction. "Yes, the bed is made, the pantry is stocked, the refrigerator is full, your closet is crammed," Sarah lifted her hands expansively to the neatly ordered room. "How was your day?" "It was fine. You've been busy," he observed sliding into his chair and studied the movements behind the Morning-Glory vines sheltering Vivienne's porch. "Yes, Vi helped me. We spent the day together. I expected you here sooner." "The traffic is murder," Cliff muttered. He paused and offered a diffident shrug "...and I stopped at Katia's studio. We went for a swim." "A swim?" "Yeah, in the buff. She kissed me and grabbed my dick." "What?" "Well, isn't that what we're supposed to do here in The Court, kiss and tell? When in Rome...." "Well it didn't take you long to settle in. We haven't been here twenty-four hours. What else did you grab?" "Everything I could," he answered quite honestly. As she looked at him the surprise in her expression melted into a wry smile, and then a chuckle. "God Cliff! You're such a stud!" "So you spent the day with Vivienne...?" he answered. Sarah nodded. "We got better acquainted with each other." "A lot better acquainted?" he queried. "How much better acquainted can you get?" "Well without going into all the details she is full of surprises." "The next time you share surprises I'd like to be there." "I'm sure you will be." "How about tonight?" "Zack is home for tonight," Sarah answered quietly. **** Trapnell loved the ride up Bountiful Towers, loved the way the city revealed itself as the elevator rose smoothly out of the depths and ascended the shinning glass exterior of the building. Lights sparkled below him as far as he could see, and overhead the stars glimmered faintly through the perpetual haze. At night the ring of the New City shown in a glorious incandescent circle that dimmed on the inside under the green canopy of Old Town, and on the outside faded into the gloom of Shanty Town. He looked inward across the great inner space of the city, and the higher he rose the more clearly he could see the pattern of streets radiating out like the spokes of a great glittering wheel from the dark green hub that was Old Town. The floor chime sounded melodiously over his head, the elevator slowed to a subtle smooth stop and the door slid silently open upon the little room. He glanced at the empty table with the two chairs, the spotless bland interior of the drop-room, wondering at what the rooms were like above this floor, rooms that he would never see, whole floors of them stretching upwards into the world of the Cornucopians. Trapnell laid the disc upon the table beside the monitor as usual and when he left the door locked behind him. He loved the descent too, the ride down out of the lights up there into the lights of his own subterranean world, to the little glowing screens that reached out into every life under the lights of the city. Moments later the monitor winked into life its light marking the hawkish features of the man who had entered the drop-room. Orcutt picked up the disk and inserted it in the processor. His fingers drummed with bored impatience as he studied the endless images unraveling in the light. How many times this month alone had he reviewed the 'prospects'; too often, but not enough to satisfy the demand especially now that Connoisseurs had become so fastidious in their choices. Mere beauty had once been sufficient but now the prospects had to have that other quality as well, that sensual surrender prized even more than beauty, and the scanners rarely picked that up. Any one of these women might have it but one would never know. Trapnell's parade flitted before Orcutt's discerning sensibilities, before that seventh sense of his that had earned him his place among The Buyers, and his fingers keyed in the hopefuls, like the one before him just now. He paused on her face, on that nudge of recognition. Where had he seen her, and just recently too? He replayed her segment. A petite beautiful blonde woman with gorgeous legs, shuddering with passion as the clerk and the other guy fucked her in the shoe-store. Oh yes. Very promising,. A touch of the key brought up her data and Orcutt fixed on "SEARCHING- current address unknown". The memory hovering just beneath his consciousness still eluded him. Ah well. She would be Trapnell's problem now. Another touch of a key and he had confirmed her procurement. Orcutt contemplated his choices, four possibles and the lithe little blonde for sure, jotted down their codes and pocketed the disk. For a time he mused on the presentation. Conditioning them had to be done with such care, especially for the Patron. No drugs, no brain washing, only the authentic article. And even then his interest faded so soon. Orcutt shrugged wearily. He much preferred buying art. With a sigh he left Support Services and ascended into the Cornucopian world of Bountiful Towers. ***** The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 08 Chapter 08 Slavers search for sexy Sarah The morning light flooded the ceiling with gold as Sarah lay listening to the sounds of The Court. She had slept late and the cottage was silent after Cliff had left for work. The morning breeze flowed gently in and out of the windows on each side of her lazily lifting the curtains over the bed. She stretched luxuriantly, pulled the sheet up to her chin and gazed up to the mirror over the bed recalling the images that had flickered in its depths, her images and Vi's with Cliff . Her hands roamed out on each side. Here Vivienne had made love to her in a way she had never known before. There they had all come together in those incredible climaxes, and afterwards the sensation of being cradled by Vivienne. The deliciousness of feeling Vi's tenderness and loving attentions all about herself roused her to the echoes of two nights ago. Sarah lifted her knees and spread her legs. She always began with the little strokes tickling the insides of her lower thighs. That's the way she had begun from the time she was a little girl. She couldn't remember when she had started pleasuring herself but she had never stopped. The memory of the man rousing her in the shoe-store began there between her knees. That's when she really began to feel it. That would be a nice experience to add to her list. She smiled. It was a long list and getting longer now that Vivienne had come into her life. Her mind sifted through the menu. Charley at the agency was always good for a come. She would miss him and his crazy antics. He was her favorite copywriter, they had created some great campaigns together and he had a huge case of the hots for her too. Sarah pulled her hands in a long luxuriant stroke up the insides of her thighs at the thought of him. This is what she would love to have him do to her in the middle of one those long creative sessions when they were alone in the conference room. She stretched and lifted her loins up to her hands. A finger slipped expertly into the wetness between her petals while another swirled deliciously over her clitoris. Charley was always hanging over her shoulder looking down inside her blouse when he was supposed to be studying her layouts. And she dressed for him when they were working together, shedding everything down to her frumpy frock that gaped in the front when she leaned forward and the buttons too easily became undone. And when she moved just right she guessed he could see a nipple. At least she tried to give him glimpses of them when she wore a loose chemise without a bra. She could feel the heat of his cock right next to her face he stood so close. All she would have to do is turn and rub her cheek against that hard bulge. And then unzip him. He had to be big if the bulge was any indication. She could just feel him in her hand before she put him in her mouth. And then he would take her like this, right on the conference table with her frock shoved up to her belly and her cunt hot for fucking. Sarah threw the sheet off her body and rolled over on her belly, her naked bottom lifted and thrust down, her fingers working their way through her petals into her the hot wet little tunnel of her vagina searching for her G-spot. The sensations coursed through her again. The come was right there. And then the door opened and Mary Sue her boss's sexy secretary was standing there watching and watching while she came and came on Charlie's cock. Breathlessly Sarah rolled over into the sound of the telephone. She lifted the receiver and transformed its jangling into Vivienne's voice. "Sure, I'd love to have breakfast with you then maybe we can have dessert afterwards." Sarah laughed. "Okay. See you soon." Sarah raced through her shower and her toilette. The day would be warm but shorts were not how she wanted to dress for Vi. Just a short, sleeveless sun dress with a deep V-neck and nothing else. She slipped into her sandals and crossed the lawn to Vi's. The scent of coffee drew her up onto the porch. "Hi," she called and Vi was there opening the door, holding out her hands to her. Sarah took them in hers with a smile. "Let's have breakfast and then we can relax in the Jacuzzi," Vi smiled. They had their toast and jam and juice and shared a waffle and Sarah basked in the pleasure of the meal, in the movements of Vivienne's hands, in her slim fingers upon the silver, in her quiet absorption with taste, and smell, and texture. For Sarah there was a new richness in everything, in the dark coffee lapping at the china wall of her cup, a fresh savor in the aroma floating to her nose, an unaccustomed bite upon her tongue that set her taste-buds to tingling as she put down her cup and looked up. Vivienne was watching her, mirroring her movements with her own cup, her lips curving over the rim, opening to inhale the current, her mouth closing in a quick caress upon the hot liquid, her tongue appearing in a brief salacious touch of her upper lip afterwards. The morning light lay across the table in soft edged shadows shifting with the movements of the breeze in the Passion Flower vines. Sarah felt a current stirring her sleeve where it touched her upper arm, and another moving her hem against her calf. A flutter in the lace of Vivienne's collar where it touched her neck raised a prickle of goose bumps upon her skin and she felt them course sympathetically beneath her own breasts and trickle down her ribs. They were utterly alone together, their eyes touching in the silence, unguarded, open, the current alive between them. "You said you wanted dessert after breakfast," Vi smiled at last with a meaningful glance. Sarah nodded, feeling her pulse quicken and that sense of suspense fill her that had been nagging at her mind for the last two days. Another moment had arrived, this one even more exciting and questionable than the threesome. She had after all really been taken both by Vi and Cliff during their lovemaking. But she had to admit that the experience had not only been delicious it had opened the way to a whole new realm of pleasure that she had just dreamed about in the past. Feeding Cliff's threesome fantasies had been her way of openly reveling in her own secret desires, of being with another woman. Actually having a threesome with Vi was safe in a way too because it was ostensibly for Cliff and she had allowed Vi to take her for his pleasure. At least that's what she had told herself up until it happened. But the experience had been so incredibly delicious that it had opened the way to yesterday's sharing of that special Kiss and that long day of fondling and tenderness that followed it. That's when she knew that she was falling in love with Vi. "Would you like to have 'dessert' in the Jacuzzi?" Vi smiled, her lovely brows lifting with the question. Sarah nodded smiling bravely back. The morning light flooded the bathroom in pale gold and the curtains stirred every so slightly in warm breeze. Before them the Jacuzzi rose, like an altar, against the back wall its surface roiling with the blue-green turmoil that Sarah felt echoing within her self. She looked down at her sandals and slid out of them, and when she looked up Vi had already slipped out of her robe. The threesomes had been so wild, her senses such a welter that Vi's body had just seemed beautiful in that objective way that a model's was beautiful. But now there was an immediacy about her nakedness, her person was coming through so strongly that beauty didn't seem important. What did seem important was that difference in their ages. Oddly it was she who should be seducing Vi, and not the other way around but there was no question that the girl had plenty of experience making love to other girls if the past few days' of amours with her were any indication. Vi perched on the wide shelf surrounding the tub her legs dangling in front of her and tested the water with her hand. "It's just right," she said and Sarah felt her watching as she unfastened her little sun-dress and dropped it on the floor taking a deep breath as Vi held out her arms to her. The touch of Vi's hands on her shoulders was so light, so subtle that it would have been casual if it hadn't been so charged with expectation. The trickle of her fingers down Sarah's upper-arms to her forearms was a silky sensation of expanding warmth that merged in the clasping of their hands as they drew together. The kiss was so natural and yet it was new too. Yesterday it had been discovery, this was renewal and the pleasure flooded Sarah. Hungrily she returned to Vi's mouth again, and again. She looked into Vi's eyes and sheer happiness surged in her. The touch of Vi's fingers on her nipples was expected and unexpected too in a thrilling way. Sarah leaned forward and raised her shoulders lifting her breasts into the caress. She closed her eyes so she could just feel that sensation and nothing else, and the reward was instant. It flooded her loins and made her gasp. She leaned forward, pulled Vi's mouth onto her nipple and the charge was electric within her. The arousal was so sweet, so compelling, so liberating. Sarah moved closer and put her hands on Vi's knees. Vi relinquished Sarah's tingling nipple and looked up into her face, lay back on the ledge and opened her legs. Her movement was casual, expectant, compelling. Sarah knelt slowly before the gift. All she had to do was open the package. Softly, reverently she touched Vi's petals with her finger and they parted, oh so readily. Sarah's heart was hammering now in her chest, her mouth was suddenly flowing with saliva, her tongue lifting and curling with a life of its own. The energy drew her forward and she slid a long languorous lick through the depths of Vi's Passion-Flower. Lifting her head she saw the blossom open before her upon a pink glistening primordial sea moist with tears of passion. Tears that she must wipe away with her tongue, only the more that she touched them the more they flowed. The blossom was exotic and full of the girl's wonderful fleshy taste at first but then it was just warm and wet and endless with mystery. A mystery that only her tongue could solve, that only her lips could tease into more and more astonishing revelations. Time, only time spent in long luscious caresses, in endless languorous licks, in fluttering cascades that washed over Vivienne's petals and set her hips to rocking, and lifting would let the flower blossom from the bud. Sarah visited the bud often in her searches but she never stayed too long, tentative touches at first, just enough to awaken a welcome for her next visit. How well she knew how welcome those visits were, how they were longed for, and how Vi craved the visitor to stay once she had arrived. But Sarah was hungry too for every luscious lip and honeyed well under her tongue, until at last Vi insisted upon the satisfaction that she craved and then Sarah settled willingly upon this last exquisite clitoral pleasure. The ocean rose then carrying them both upon its bosom and Vivienne's cries echoed round the bath and only ceased when the trembling in her limbs stilled. "Let's get into the Jacuzzi." Vi whispered her eyes melting on Sarah's. Moments later they were sitting in the swirls of bubbles. "Come here and let me hold you," Vi whispered and Sarah slipped between her legs and lay with her side against her bosom, her head pillowed on her shoulder while Vivienne's arms folded about her. "It's so different with a woman," Vi sighed happily. "You're my first you know," Sarah laughed into her face. "I know, and you love it don't you?" "You're my fantasy come true Vivienne." Sarah sighed. "There's a question that I've been afraid to ask you," "Go ahead." Sarah took a deep breath and hugged Vivienne's arms closer about herself. "Do you have other lovers in The Court? I mean women?" "I have had." "Katia?" "Yes." "Still?" "It happens." "I knew you cared for her. You can sense these things. I suppose I'd already made my mind up to fall in love with you anyhow. But I'm glad I know for sure." "So am I." Vivienne waited then for the reaction that would mean everything for her self, and for the future, while she listened to the hurried thumps of her heart in her chest, and felt the edge of the vertigo in her solar plexus that could mean the plunge into disaster or a soaring into delight. "I love you, Vi," Sarah whispered softly looking up into Vi's face. She lifted her hand and touched Vi's lips and then covered them with her own. There was more than passion in the caress; there was tenderness, and rapture and surrender. "I love you too, Sarah." Vi offered earnestly, sincerely. "Is this just sex?" Sarah sighed. "I don't know," Vi answered. "I just know I'm very happy right now and I want to make love to you." "If you make love to me right now the way I want you to, sweetheart, you would drown," Sarah giggled. "Will my hand do?" Vi teased. "Yes, damn-it. It's a lot better than mine," Sarah sighed stretching luxuriously against Vi's bosom. "I think we are going to screw the whole day away," she whispered happily looking up into Vi's face. The morning moved on carrying them into the middle of the day and when at last it came time to part Sarah went to her cottage with the longing for tomorrow already welling within her. She crossed the yard and went into the quiet room filled with the afternoon light and the white expanse of the canvas racked upon the easel. The surface flickered before her eyes and Sarah went to it, touching it with her fingers, letting them roam over the rough ground, savoring those first twinges of anticipation, the beginnings of that familiar excitement, that prelude to the fever that must come. The slap of the screen door startled her and she turned into the sound with a smile and saw Vivienne accompanied by a tall man with a middle aged face and white hair come into the room. There was a little silence that was somehow filled with expectation, suspense, even confusion. And Sarah saw that Vi's beautiful eyes weren't smiling, they were serious, concerned. "Sarah, this is Zack." The fellow extended his hand and Sarah slipped her palm against his sensing his touch. It was quick, elusive, fleeting, but his attractively mature face held her with a gayety in his eyes that belied his bemused expression at the moment. Immediately she liked him and she gave herself over to his quick, keen, bold appraisal of her figure in the sun dress. "Hello, Zack," she offered. It was hard to imagine Vi with Zack, especially now after what had just passed between them in the bath. He was so much older than the girl that he didn't seem to fit in the world Vi had shown her, yet here he was, but why she wondered returning to Vivienne and her sober expression. "Something has come up. Let's sit down and talk about it," Vi urged. "Of course," Sarah nodded and led them to the table by the windows. "Sarah, did you leave a forwarding address for your mail when you came here?" "No. I did everything in such a hurry. I thought I would do it today in fact. Why?" "Did you tell anyone you were coming here?" "No. Not yet." "Has Cliff told anyone?" "I don't know. What is this all about?" "Perhaps you had better explain it, Zack." His lively eyes focused on hers. "As Vi has told you we keep a very low profile in The Court. And as you may imagine we are especially alert to any interest or activity that might affect us. We have learned that a few days after you left Southshore a man, posing as a postman, visited your apartment asking for you. The woman who had moved in recognized him from a past encounter. I won't go into her connection with us but she knows that he is a Slaver. Can you think of any reason why the Slavers would have a particular interest in you?" "Me! No!" she gasped. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed as the connection suddenly dawned along with a rush of anger and embarrassment that swept over her. "Cliff was so sure that we could get away with it." She stared at Vivienne. "It was Cliff's idea." Vivienne put her hand on Sarah's. "I think we need to know what happened." "We played a sex game just before we came here. Cliff said it would be all right. That he had connections. We went to a mall to play it out in a shoe-store." She paused shaking her head in disbelief. " Someone must have seen us. I'm sorry Vivienne. I don't want to cause The Court any trouble. I'll leave right away." "No you won't," Vivienne protested. "While you're here you are under our protection." She glanced at Zack and back at Sarah, "Out there, anything can happen. Besides it's not likely anyone knows you're here and we've got to keep it that way." "I'll call Cliff right now," Sarah exclaimed. "No, just give Zack his number. He will make the call from outside The Court. Cliff will have to be very careful in his comings and goings from now on." Zack handed Sarah a pad and she jotted down Cliff's phone number. "Okay, I'll take care of it," he said with a smile and a little pat on her shoulder as he left. His touch was light, quick, fleeting. "He will, too," Vivienne affirmed as he left. "God, I feel so stupid. Scared too. It was so dumb!" Sarah moaned clutching her temples with her hands. "Tell me what happened." Sarah sighed. "It's complicated. Cliff planned it. He's always been turned on by the fact that other men find me attractive. He's sort of a control freak too, and he was having trouble getting a hard-on and keeping it. He heard about this place, this shoe store, where you can get black-market high heels and something else." Sarah laughed nervously and shook her head. "A grope! A feel-up! I went along with it at first as a trade off for coming here. Cliff was so turned on by it, to have this other man, this clod, this absolute stranger fondling me, that I got turned on myself. I got this bizarre notion that this was some kind of extra-erotic lovemaking between Cliff and myself. I asked the clerk, this creepy guy, for some high heels and while he was fitting them he started to play with my legs, but I knew that's what Cliff wanted so I let the guy feel me. He got all the way up to my panties, and I let him go underneath and feel my pussy. I just stood there while he played with me, and then he started rubbing my clit, and it started to feel really good. I felt like I was going to come, and then I didn't care if he wanted me to blow him, or let him fuck me, or what. And then we did it, and with Cliff too! Afterwards we went out to Cliff's car in the parking lot and fucked like mad. His erection was huge, it stayed that way and that's when we both knew he could do threesomes with you if we moved to The Court. It was crazy. I'm so sorry Vi." Vivienne slipped her arm comfortingly over Sarah's shoulder. "You'll be safe here with us. We'll take good care of you." "You trust Zack don't you?" Sarah looked earnestly up at Vivienne. "Yes. He's very good at fixing things." "I hope he can fix this,"Sarah sighed."Slavers!" she exclaimed again. "What do they do with you if they get you?" "You can end up anywhere from a brothel to harem, or as some rich bastard's concubine. Once they've got you you're passed from country to country, from one man to the next, and hidden away from the rest of the world. You lose all connection to your family, your friends. You simply disappear into that underground world of sexploitation unless you can get away. The woman who recognized the Slaver that's after you had been through it all. I don't know how Zack knows of her or why she contacted him but he has connections everywhere and I don't ask. "It sounds awful" Sarah shuddered. "Why are they after me of all people?" Vivienne smiled. "That's easy Sarah. You're a 'hot number'. You're beautiful, but more than that they know now that you're highly sexed. What you did in the shoe-store is what they want, women who turn on in spite of themselves. Women who can't resist their sensual natures make the best sex slaves and command the highest prices on the market. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 09 A bird called from somewhere in the palms. It was one of the macaws Orcutt decided as he sought for its shape amongst the fronds. High above the trees the steel ribs of the herbarium arched into the evening sky carrying the transparent skin of glass over the tropical garden below. He pushed his way through the giant ferns spreading over the walk a banana tree pedant with fruit swayed before him, and below him the stream from the waterfall wound though the rockery. Ahead he could see the curtain of water plunging in a broad white sheet of foam from the precipice a full story above, hearing its roar now in the basin a story below as he emerged onto the ledge from the forest behind him. The mist from the falling water rose in fragrant wetness lifting the voices of the bathers to his ears. The girls frolicked in the pool and lounged in their nakedness upon the ledges and rocks in an idyllic display. Orcutt studied the scene with the concentration of a connoisseur. They were a choice bouquet to be sure, a nice mixture of yellows, reds, blacks and whites; of brunettes and blondes and auburns, all the shapes delectable of course in their variety and perfection. A sigh escaped him. All one could really do was procure the best the market had to offer and let the Patron exercise his taste. Yes, he reflected, tableau management was not only an art, but a science, an industry. Few suspected the skill and ingenuity he exercised in procuring the variety and numbers of girls, bringing them to perfection, and keeping them useful. With a final self-satisfied glance at The Waterfall he resumed his tour. Sighing, Orcutt turned his mind from the contemplation of the sublime to the nuisance of Trapnell's last communication. The dolt had procured the 'possibles', but the promising one, the Sarah Moore, the one that could prove most interesting to The Patron, had eluded them. He cared little for the details of Trapnell's pursuit he simply wanted the woman and his fingers texted the terse order to Trapnell on his communicator. He touched the finger-print-reader by the elevator door, it opened to him and he entered, lifting his body and mind into the next level of entertainment in Bountiful Towers. Silently the lift slid to stop the door opening into the lobby of the Grotto Theater. He studied the miniature Roman Amphitheater before him and the way it brought the audience close to the stage with its wings of rockery and tangled greenery. He was sure the Patron would be delighted with the presentation of Katia's Vyrobrovna's new ballet. In this setting it would be perfect. From what he had seen at The Court her mounting of 'Daphnis and Chloe' would be a sensation. The tempting costumes, or lack of them, and the seductive effectiveness of the dancers in enhancing the inherent eroticism of the ballet should be a total turn-on. The dancers themselves were a treasure in these times, so beautiful and so well trained. Katia was a gem herself, a perfect Chloe. A tone, melodious and insistent, roused him from his musings. Instantly he touched his pager and the Patron's voice filled the space about him. "Orcutt, where are you?" "In the Grotto Theater, sir" "Would you come up to the gallery?" It wasn't a question of course it was a summons. "I'm on my way, sir." Orcutt registered the undertone of impatience in the Patron's voice, the familiar discontent, and the summons to the gallery raised an apprehension in him. The Patron was fixating on his art collection, and most particularly on his current curious dissatisfaction with the paintings he had acquired in the past. Orcutt carried this disconcerting apprehension all the way up to the Patron's suite atop Bountiful Towers trying to prepare himself for the interview. He stepped from the elevator directly into the expanse of The Gallery, which served as an anteroom to the Patron's suite in The Penthouse. The Gallery was an enormous maze divided and subdivided by partitions displaying the paintings, furnished with divans and coffee tables. It was a gathering place for the elite of Cornucopian society, and a repository for the great art of the past that had celebrated the nude human figure and vanished from the outer world. He threaded his way through the glorious maze of naked gods and goddesses, of nymphs and satyrs, of voluptuous Venus's, Diana's and everyday beauties highlighted upon the walls. There was such a plethora of erotic nakedness here that it overwhelmed the senses and dulled the sensibilities. Little wonder that the Patron was jaded Orcutt mused in making his way to The Studio. The door was open and within he could see the Patron seated before an easel that held a painting. Propped against it were two others on the floor. The man sat beneath the floodlight in his usual immaculate contemplation. Orcutt had never seen his master in anything but a dark jacket, gray trousers, and tie. The man was trim and fit and ageless in his stylish perfection. "May I be of assistance?" Orcutt announced. "Whose work is this?" The voice was crisp, incisive. Orcutt moved to examine the paintings. An abstraction rested on the easel and the two flower pieces were propped below. The work was unfamiliar to him, the artist's initials , 'S.M.' no help. "No one I recognize", Orcutt admitted. "Man or woman?" "Impossible to tell for sure, Sir. The work is bold, vigorous, sensual, erotic actually. The flower pieces remind me of O'Keeffe at her most daring, but the drawing is firmer, more resilient. As for the abstraction it's quite gorgeous, juicy with color and its hints of sensual organic shapes. Perfectly balanced in surface tension. I sense somehow that the artist is a woman, but..." Orcutt's voice trailed away in a realization flooding into his consciousness. He had just recently seen a painting in The Court so similar in style and meaning that it had to be the same artist. In fact he had left Eva Valiente with an open commission for more work by this painter, but his inquiries about the artist had been refused. Suddenly the coincidence of the erotic artist's initials, "S.M.', with the sensual 'Sarah Murdock' of the shoe-store video merged with the photo in Trapnell's file, and the memory of the woman he had collided with that morning as he was leaving The Court leaped into his consciousness. "May I ask how this work came to your attention Sir?" he asked. The Patron swiveled about in his chair and faced Orcutt. "It was culled from one of the underground galleries." The intensity of the eyes in that placid face always startled Orcutt and relieved him when the gaze was directed elsewhere. "I want to find this artist, this woman, who paints like that. That's your specialty isn't it? Finding promising candidates?" Orcutt inclined his head. "To be sure. The eroticism of these canvases would certainly offend the keepers of public morals. But the art world is a small one. Work such as this will be easily recognized and someone will tell us who 'S.M.' is. In fact I have a hunch that 'S.M.' will soon be in our hands. If I may take one of the canvases to aid our search?" The Patron shrugged, rose from the chair and paused at the door, "Take them all but bring me S.M." In the silence that followed the Patron's departure Orcutt chose the flower piece, an orchid that pulsed with the sexual intensity of the organ for which it was the metaphor. He knew full well what Bountiful Towers wanted with the sensual Sarah Murdock, but what he wondered did the Patron want with the artist S.M."? Of course one never concerned oneself with such matters where the Patron was concerned, one simply did his bidding. Orcutt studied the canvas in his hands as the elevator carried him down to his suite. Any woman who painted like this must inevitably end up in The Court. Remarkable work really, with any luck he would keep it for himself. ***** An hour later The Court bloomed luxuriantly around him in the late afternoon sun. He parked his car before the Tower House, alighted, shook hands with Arron Coverly and ascended the steps into the atrium where Eva awaited him. A quarter of an hour later he emerged in utter satisfaction. He had run his unsuspecting quarry to ground and if his memory and Trapnell's photo were any indication she was a handsome specimen indeed. His stroll to the Rose Cottage was a leisurely one. The Patron would be exceedingly pleased with this artist whatever his intentions for her were. It remained only for him to deliver her. Approaching the Rose Cottage he observed the lovely little Vivienne Valiente beckoning him to the side entrance. Beyond and within stood his quarry. "Good afternoon, Vivienne. What a pleasure to see you again. Eva indicated that we might discuss the commission." "Yes Sir, come in and meet the artist we've chosen for this project," Vi gestured at Sarah who turned to face the man she had encountered in the laurel arbor on the day they had moved to The Court. She recognized him immediately but he gave no sign of knowing her. They shook hands and Vivienne made the introductions. "Come into my studio and we can discuss this work," Sarah offered over her shoulder. "Unfortunately my only canvas here at The Court is 'The Passion Flower', which you have apparently already seen at the Tower House." "Indeed" Orcutt responded, "it is precisely on the strength of that work that we are offering this commission and I am wondering if you have had any thoughts on where we might go from here?" "As a matter of fact I have." Sarah's gaze moved past him to touch Vivienne's curious eyes and came back to his. "There on the easel is the first of a series of works that promise to become more and more interesting as my conception of this undertaking matures. I see this not as one painting but a whole series of paintings that in their totality become one. I anticipate that your Patron will, shall we say be intrigued." Orcutt moved to examine Sarah's canvas so fresh that the scent of oil and turp filled his nose. For the moment his connoisseur's instincts triumphed over his mission and he regarded the painting with some fascination. "This is something more than a blossom I take it. It would appear to be charged with a certain sensuality such as one might find about the person of another woman perhaps." "I always say it's what the viewer brings to the painting not what the artist puts into it that gives it meaning, but in this case we happen to see in the same way." Orcutt stroked his chin and blinked hawkishly in considering his next move. "Yes, yes, to be sure. Intriguing. I am sure the Patron will be impressed as you reveal more and more of you model's persona. He would of course be delighted to meet you and discuss this work with you in more detail. I would be most happy to accompany you to Bountiful Towers and make your introductions." The offer intrigued Sarah but when her eyes sought Vivienne's she caught the unmistakable shake of denial from her. "Thank you but that's not possible. I have nothing to add to the explanation I've given you. You may take the canvas. It speaks for itself. If this is not satisfactory we may perhaps settle on something else." Her refusal surprised Orcutt. He had expected her to jump at the opportunity to penetrate to the very top of Cornucopian society. But he was immediately wary of pushing his options too far. Indeed the painting might suffice for the moment. Orcutt lifted the canvas gingerly by the edges keeping his fingers free of the wet paint and after brief and polite good-byes bore it before him like an offering in departing for his car. Two hours later the floodlight in the gallery of Bountiful Towers washed brilliantly over Sarah's painting and an oppressive silence filled the room. The Patron studied the substitute for the artist herself while Orcutt hovered nervously in the background. "So, tell me about this Sarah Moore or Murdock or whatever her name is." "I have her vitals here Sir. Twenty-five. Married. Sterilized." Orcutt extended her file picture to The Patron. "As you can see she is quite handsome. In addition I also have this video, which is currently circulating in the underground. It appears Sarah Moore has more than merely artistic talent and it would appear that the Slavers are as interested in her as we may be." "I'll take your word for her sexual charms, Orcutt." The Patron muttered with a glance at the proffered photo and then surveyed Sarah's painting again. "What do you think she's up to with the commission?" "Well, Sir, it's clear that she has a deeply sensual nature and the talent to give it expression. It would appear that she has the capability of raising erotica to the level of fine art. Perhaps exceedingly fine art. We certainly have nothing to lose by indulging her instincts." "I want to meet her, Orcutt. Get a sense of her persona. What can you suggest?" "There's the ballet tonight, sir. Vyrobrovna is bringing her dancers from The Court. We could broaden the invitation list to include Sarah Murdock and others from The Court, and there could be a reception in the gallery afterwards where you might familiarize yourself with her." "And if I don't want to be recognized?" the Patron intoned. "Costumes, Sir. Everyone could come in costume with masks for the men." "Capital, Orcutt. See to it. Issue the invitations personally. Invite her husband, and Vivienne Valiente and her companion. What's his name?" "Yes Sir. Zack Herman, sir." There was a palpable note of relief in Orcutt's reply. The Patron nodded judiciously, picked up Symes' video of Sarah's performance in the shoe-store and left the room. Orcutt glanced with satisfaction at Sarah's photo in the open file in his hand and prepared to issue the invitations to the Murdocks and Vivienne. **** From the porch of her cottage Katia Vyrobrovna watched Vivienne and Sarah Murdock approaching her. The morning sun washed over them highlighting their shapes and Vivienne's dark youthful beauty beside Sarah's fair charms. A bouquet she decided as she watched them two lovely blossoms to mingle with her own bloom. After Vivienne's phone call had alerted her to the invitations and the reception masquerade tonight she had mused not only over the preparations but her own loneliness for Vi. "Katia," the girl exclaimed as they came up onto the porch., "I know this is a burden at the last minute when you have so much on your mind, but Sarah and I need costumes for tonight. "I have an idea," Katia smiled. "Don't you think it would be perfect if we could have our Daphnis and Chloe witnessed in the Grotto Theater at Bountiful Towers by the gods and goddesses of Olympus itself? Vi you can go as Persephone the goddess of spring, and Sarah you can be Aphrodite the creative woman and lover? Cliff can go as your consort, Ares, the warrior; and Zack can go as Hermes the messenger. We can do your costumes now and I'll do Cliff and Zack before we leave for the Towers. Vivienne clapped her hands in delight. "I knew you would have it solved Katia. You're absolutely marvelous. Wait till you see the ballet Sarah, Katia's production is stunning. And the reception afterwards in Bountiful Towers will be stunning as well. It's too much," Vi exclaimed hugging Katia and rolling her eyes meaningfully at Sarah. "Sounds wonderful, I'm in your hands." Sarah responded with a glance at Katia's face, studying her over Vivienne's shoulder. They hadn't met since the dinner at the Tower House on the night of their arrival and Sarah experienced again the happy spontaneity in Katia, the warm impulsiveness of her nature. She could see in that instant how that episode with Cliff in the pond, and whatever it was that passed between them, could have happened. Also, she had to reconcile the knowledge that Vi and Katia had been lovers, perhaps still were, and now she was in the equation too with all her passions for Vi. Vivienne turned in Katia's embrace and held out her hand to Sarah. She took it and let them lead her into the cottage. Minutes later they were rummaging through Katia's closets and chests uncovering the regalia of past performances. "Let's do Sarah first?" Katia announced coming up with a light simple sleeveless and voluminous dress. "This is the 'peplos'. It was worn by women in ancient Greece," she added, holding the garment up by the shoulder straps and glancing at Sarah with a knowing smile. "Of course as Aphrodite you should be going nearly naked." "C'mon Sarah" Vi announced. "You will have to strip." "Everything?" "Everything!." Katia affirmed. With a little shrug Sarah slipped out of her garments and turned to face her lover, and her lover's lover. "Isn't she lovely," she heard Vi murmur. "She's gorgeous," Katia nodded with appreciation. "Doesn't she look delicious,? Wouldn't you like to suck her clit Katie?" "Do you think she would like me to?" Katia whispered looking into Sarah's eyes. "Have you been sucking her clit. Vi?" "Oh yes, by the hour. She loves it too, don't you Sarah?" Sarah nodded helplessly. It was true she did love it but being offered like this was so utterly weird that she began to giggle, "What are you girls doing?" she sputtered. "We're thinking about raping you," Vi answered. "I told Katia what a wonderful lover you are, and now she has a terrible case of the hots for you too, just like I do." Katia stroked Sarah's cheek tenderly, her hand moving to follow a lock of her hair draping over her breast to settle on her nipple and tease it into erection. Sarah stared down at her reaction, her mouth gaping in surprise at how sudden and satisfying the sensations were. She glanced at Vi reading the readiness of her lover for a ménage-a-trios with Katia when the girl moved to them kissing them each on the mouth in turn. Suddenly the erotic sensuousness of the situation was incredibly overpowering, and with a moan of surrender Sarah rolled her cheek up against Katia's face, her nipple in the woman's fingers aching with need. "I think you will do very well at the reception tonight," Katia whispered with soft kiss on Sarah's mouth. "The reception?" Sarah queried in confusion. Katia nodded. "Yes, you see a masquerade at Bountiful Towers is more than wearing a costume. We just wanted to make sure that you are up to the part." Sarah glanced at Vi, "Is that what this was all about?" "We didn't want you to get into something you couldn't handle," Vi laughed. "Like what?" Sarah gasped nervously as Katia smiling knowingly released her nipple with a comforting little pat on her breast. "Most likely nothing at all," she smiled reassuringly, but don't be surprised if you find yourself in an orgy with strangers. Now let's see what you look like in a 'peplos'." Shortly Sarah found herself draped in a sleeveless filmy voluminous dress that if it hadn't been for the endless pleats would have revealed more than it concealed. The bodice held at each shoulder by narrow straps molded to her breasts and draped from her nipples to fall loosely about her hips where it was folded up and held by a hidden girdle. In front the bodice curved above her loins, in the back it curled below her buttocks. The skirt fell from a girdle beneath the bodice in a cascade of concealing pleats to her ankles but whenever she took a step the skirt molded enticingly to her legs. Any movements at all were accompanied by a constant tease, a fluid peepshow of breasts, nipples, buttocks, thighs, and the more or less hidden mysteries of her loins. Sarah gulped. "I'm going out in public in this...?" she gasped. "You are going out, dear, but not in public. Wait till you see Katia's costume for the ballet," Vi added meaningfully. Actually the dress was very exciting and when she saw Vi draped in hers it was more than exciting, it was rousing. For the next hour they fussed with hairstyles and ribbons to hold their locks, with bracelets, chains, and broaches for jewelry, and low shoes laced to show their feet. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 10 Chapter 10 The Cornucopians capture Sarah Evening fell quietly in The Court as the dancers took the final steps into that metamorphosis from fantastically athletic boys and girls to creatures of wondrous skill and artistry. Soon The Court was alive with anticipation as everyone felt the energy of upcoming performance. The musicians addressed their practice with another level of energy, the designers mused over their creations, and everyone felt the pull of drama. At Bountiful-Towers Orcutt consulted his watch and threw a hawk-like glance nervously out into the opaque darkness beyond the service entrance at the lowest street level. He knew that Vivienne understood that this was to be a surreptitious visit but they were late and he chafed at the possibility of some unforeseen hitch in the plans. Moments later he was very relieved to see dim headlights curving down into the space before him and wink out beside the dock. Orcutt opened the portal on the sounds of movements below and four hooded duster-clad figures detached themselves from the car and hurried up the steps. Without a word he led them to the secure elevator, keyed in his code and the assembly rose swiftly and silently into the Olympian heights of Bountiful-Towers. When the elevator doors opened the figures followed him into the spacious anterooms of the Grotto Theater. "Welcome to Bountiful-Towers," he announced. We are most pleased to entertain you this evening and I will be at your service should you need anything. Seating will begin after the first chime and the performance five minutes after the lights dim twice. May I relieve you of your wraps?" "This is for The Patron," Sarah responded, handing Orcutt the carrying case with her latest canvas in it. "Be careful the paint is very fresh." "Ah," Orcutt sighed and itched to open the case. "I'm sure he will be most interested." Cliff was the first to doff his robe emerging as Ares, God of War. He appeared robust with his sword by his side, and relaxed in his chiton and the bronzed half mask that concealed his upper face. Zack cradling the caduceus in his arms seemed vibrant under his mask and winged helmet, his lean tall form equally well suited to the role of Hermes. Normally there was little that gave Orcutt pause in these fetes at Bountiful-Towers but when he relieved the women of their dusters his eyes betrayed his lingering interest in their display. His expression held a definite cast of approval as he absorbed the way their dually erotic appearances heightened their charms. They each offered a sensuous appeal keyed to the differences in their beauty, and each complimented the other in the subtle harmonies of their obvious attraction to each other, a relationship Orcutt immediately sensed as intensely appealing. Their hair had been dressed in the ancient Grecian style and bound with ribbons complimenting their costumes. They were obviously naked under the ancient dresses molding to their breasts and throwing their nipples into relief. Soft silken half-masks hid their upper faces and Orcutt's would have lingered over such revelations as he could see, and those he wanted to discover, except his admiration was cut short by the dulcet sound of a chime. "Ah. If you are ready," he announced, "I will seat you." Side by side Sarah and Vi, followed by their consorts, strolled in Orcutt's stately wake through the lobby of the Grotto Theater, which they found to be full of characters not only as curious as themselves, but from the looks cast in their direction, even more curious to discover who they might be. Without pausing Orcutt ushered them into the amphitheater giving onto the softly lit stage below and led them to a long ample cushioned couch in the center just a few rows from the stage. He gestured and Cliff followed by Vivienne and then Sarah and Zack seated themselves. Together they viewed their surroundings affording them surprising privacy. Jagged partitions of rockwork and plantings separated the scattering of couches from one another throughout the amphitheater without impeding the view of the stage similarly flanked by wings of rocks and trees. Evening sounds of birds, crickets, and softly rustling leaves filled the air tempered to that of a soft summer evening. Spectators voices came to them as the audience, small and select, trickled into the theater and was ushered to the couches by a corps of graceful young women in the scantiest of Grecian dress. Below and barely out of sight between them and the stage a jagged crevice served as an orchestra pit giving forth the sounds of instruments being discretely tuned. Sarah and Vivienne exchanged glances of awed approval and settled back into the soft cool leather of the cushions with little wiggles of excitement as the house lights winked twice. "Do you know this ballet?" Vivienne whispered to Sarah who shook her head. "Briefly it's about the threats to innocent young love. Daphnis and Chloe are young lovers who suffer first the flirtations of young maidens with Daphnis, then Chloe's jealous encouragement of a young shepherd, and then the crude Dorkon's advances to Chloe. Daphnis falls asleep and is seduced in his dreams by the temptress Lykanion, and while he is sleeping pirates seize Chloe and carry her off to their chief Byraxis who intends to rape her. The god Pan intervenes to save Chloe and she is reunited with Daphnis in a dance of love." "It's all about fucking then," Sarah laughed happily. "You've got it dear, and of course Katia has choreographed the dance especially for this audience, so hang onto your peplos," Vi giggled. Sarah pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows in anticipation as the house-lights dimmed and the orchestra began with the invocation to the maidens. Katia's cast of girls from The Court transformed into a band of nubile young nymphs clad in nothing but toe-shoes and the tiniest of gauzy shifts streamed across the stage. Behind his mask Cliff's eyes glittered as he scanned the display and picked up on the girl he had seen in Katia's cottage. Of her skill and athleticism he saw nothing, only the tantalizing movements of Denise's lovely buttocks and his glimpses of the pale shadow of her delta beneath her dress held his eye until Katia's entrance, which he and Sarah both studied with absorption. She was a lovely Chloe, full of energy and transfixing charm. Like the others she was naked under her simple shift molded to her petite breasts. But unlike the others her dress lifted loosely above her waist with her movements in utter revelation except for the tiniest of gauze thongs barely covering her pudenda. And except for the silken pouch covering his genitals, which was more a necessity of safety than modesty, her Daphnis danced nude. For Cliff, Katia was a moment revisited. The memory of that interlude in the pond with her only heightened the effect of this new display of her charms, and she again left him transfixed with the craving for her. For Sarah, Katia proved as awesome on the stage as she had in her studio. Only hours ago those marvelously expressive hands had caressed her nipples with a message resounding in the depths of her loins. Now the display of Katia's skill as a dancer, her artistry, her realization of this Chloe that offered the ripe seductiveness of the fully bloomed but innocent maiden betrayed by her own beauty to the lustful forces about her, overwhelmed Sarah again. She could now see only too well how passionate this woman was as the sensations of this morning roused again raising her to a suspenseful state of tingling anticipation, anticipation that somehow incredibly included the man so close beside her on the couch. Sarah threw a furtive glance up at Zack. His heat was melting through the filmy pleats of her dress on his side and mingling with Vivienne's warmth invading from her other side. The sensation made Sarah breathless when she turned again to Katia's entrancing movements upon the stage. What was she thinking? She pushed the thought away before it could lodge in her consciousness. After-all she had only met Zack this morning and then for just a few minutes yet there had been something about him in that brief encounter this morning that she had found undeniably attractive. She was incredibly aware of his presence; of his lean fluid mercurial quickness that seemed somehow to be directed at her. As a woman she had a sense for these things, of how a man could focus on her without being really open about it. What would Vi think Sarah wondered about this strange tension that was building within her? She glanced at Vi's face and saw her rapt attention centered upon Katia. And then impulsively Vi nestled herself against Sarah glancing up into her face with a knowing smile that brought back all those moments of lesbian love with her. Clearly Vi was feeling an excitement that mirrored her own only it was focused on the dancer before her. As the passion between the dancers mounted Vivienne nestled ever closer to Sarah, her hand gliding softly in sympathy with the music over Sarah's leg to rest snugly on the warmth just above her knee. Her fingers made pleasing little stroking motions there and then slid softly up her thigh. Incredibly the sensations were mirrored on her other thigh as well and Sarah glanced down to see Zack's broad tanned hand moving in harmony with Vi's upon her thighs. A pang of excitement shot through Sarah. Both Vi and Zack seemed to be riveted on Katia's dancing, their caresses of Sarah's legs just absent entertainment's of their hands, which would have been all right she supposed except there was nothing absent about the sensations they were producing in her. Vi knew just how sensitive she was there inside her knee, and Sarah shifted uneasily as the girl's hand slid neatly down, her fingers stroking softly. Oh so predictably Zack followed on her other leg and Sarah couldn't help letting her knees fall open when that happened. Her thin filmy dress was certainly no impediment to the touches that found their way through the unresisting pleats flattening so readily under their fingers and molding to her legs. Sarah darted quick glances down at their hands and then around the theater. It was so public here for such boldness. Through she really couldn't see anyone through the rock-work and plantings there were people all around them, and she could just imagine that someone might be watching. But the touches were becoming unbearably sensual now as they moved up to the fullness of her thighs, not only sensual but insistent. They were actually separating her legs, Vi pulling on one side, Zack on the other, and she had an impulsive urge to just relax and let them do what they wanted. The notion was appalling but thrilling too in a crazy way. She was sitting chastely with her hands folded in lap, covering herself actually, until at last Vi's hand snuggled beneath hers and her fingers curled down over Sarah's inner thigh. The feeling was very cozy and less appalling to Sarah now that Zack seemed satisfied to linger and stroke on the inside of her other knee. Sarah slipped her hand over Vi's and squeezed it. Then a new sensation began at her ankles, a wispy tickle on her shins that quickly translated into the hem of her dress lifting over them. Each stroke of Zack's fingers raising it higher until it hung at last just at her knees. A few more clutches and her knees lay bare before them and now Vi was stirring beneath her hand and slowly gathering the slack beneath her palm. Sarah tried not to stare at her own legs emerging nakedly under this conspiracy but her dress was half way up her thighs now when Zack's big capable hand left the gathering of folds to descend onto her bare skin. Vi and Zack were working together to seduce her and Sarah gasped at their boldness, at how his hand took command of her inner thigh while Vi continued to haul her dress higher and higher so that he could have more and more freedom to explore how hot and moist and full she was becoming. Of course she was totally naked there, no panties or anything, just her swelling, quivering, engorging labial lips shifting wetly above his fingers. Sarah caught the wicked glance of Vi's eyes on hers through their masks, and the playful smile on her beautiful mouth when she reached across and tugged on Sarah's near knee with her free hand, utterly opening her legs to Zack's hand and his heavy hard middle finger feeling its way over her sex. There was absolutely nothing Sarah could do but raise her pelvis and groan under her breath as he played with her. If she had dared she would have moaned out loud it felt so good. As it was she simply squirmed and wiggled luxuriantly craving the moment when he would do what she wanted more than anything else right now. But he played with her a long time first, cruising her sex until it was swollen, hot, wet, and begging for penetration, so when his finger finally slipped into her palpitating vagina she immediately wanted another beside it. As if the slow maddening pumping of his fingers wasn't enough Vi joined in the delicious torture. Unerringly her touch centered and swirled down upon Sarah's clitoris and between the two of them they held her suspended in rapture while Katia's sensuous ballet unfolded before them all. Cliff unmindful of the erotic dance unfolding beside him was totally absorbed with the little nymph that had first entranced him at the rehearsal in Katia's cottage. Denise was on the stage before him now utterly naked and dancing the role of the enchantress, Lykanion. The gauzy shift of her maiden's role replaced by nothing but a silken scarf in her hands to shield her total nudity from the audience. Her maidenly flirtatiousness had matured to an utterly erotic display of her body in seducing the vulnerable Daphnis. Their pas-de-deux, with nothing but the scarf between them, soon roused the audience to appreciative murmurs and Daphnis himself to an admirable erection. Sarah felt the tempo of her heart rising in harmony with the sensuous music. The last shreds of her reserve melted and flowed out to her fingertips. Vi's dark shadowed sex beckoned beneath her own dress and Sarah wanted nothing more than to share the ecstasy on her own vulva with Vivienne. Her hand curled over the fullness of the girl's leg and plunged into the hot valley of her crotch opening to Sarah's knowing caress, finding the hard bud of Vivienne's pleasure that had emerged to meet it. Before them the sensuous display of the dance filled their eyes and the utterly evocative music swirled around them as they began the invention of a mutual massage of touch and counter-touch, of subtle signals, and tender readings of the other's pleasure. Their fingers moved now in a maddeningly delicious slow secret massage carrying them ever closer to utter rapture in the darkness. As the ballet moved from one scene to the next Vi's stirrings under Sarah's hand signaled that she was reaching a level of arousal approaching their lovemaking this morning, and when Katia appeared in her dance of supplication before the pirate chief Braxos, Vi's body warmed even more. To Sarah it was as if her soul was expanding into a closeness growing between the three of them and it was she herself who moved upon the stage, her own body a helpless offering to the pirate chief's unbridled lust. Katia's trembling surrender was her own, and Chloe's awakened passion her ecstasy. Sarah looked down at her own loins, at her dress that had ridden up to her hips, at Vi's fingers slowly massaging her clitoris, at her glistening soaking wet thighs embracing Zack's hands plunging and thrusting with all the lust of a hundred hungering pirate chiefs. She raised her gaze to Vivienne's seizing hers with the intensity of lovers in the extremes of passion before dropping hungrily to her mouth. A kiss? The desire for it overwhelmed Sarah and Vi's mouth opened eagerly below hers. Before them the stage was filled with dancers in an orgiastic ecstasy of nakedness, movement and sound. The music rising in a crescendo of incredible beauty was utterly in syncopation with the magic swirls of Vi's fingers upon her clitoris as Sarah lowered her mouth and they touched. In that instant Vi climaxed, and the throbs rocketing though her body touched off Sarah's own orgasm convulsing within her in ecstatic tremulous wonder. Wedded in the ecstasy of their embrace Sarah and Vi joined the triumphal union of Katia and her lover on the stage, and the wild celebration of the bacchantes was as much for them as for Chloe and her Daphnis. 'Unbelievable!' Sarah exclaimed to herself as the ballet ended, her orgasm ebbed, and her whirling senses focused on her surroundings. Zack was applauding beside her and Vi was slowly returning to reality herself. With a quick movement of her hands Sarah flung her skirts over her knees just as the lights came up in the theater and the dancers emerged to take their bows. The ballet had clearly been a sensation and this mad experience accompanying it utterly breathtaking. Sarah was still thoroughly unsettled inside when the audience rose in ovation carrying them to their feet with it. She had just had an orgasm amidst all these people rising all about her. Breathless, her knees shaking she glanced at Vi who seemed almost as dazed as herself. Utterly thankful for the masks that covered their faces Sarah felt her composure returning at last when she faced the stage and applauded Katia taking her solo bows. The enthusiasm only mounted as Katia was recalled and she appeared to so many repeatedly wildly enthusiastic curtain-calls that at last she slipped her hands under her shift and in a gracefully executed gesture slid her tiny thong to her feet, stepped out of it, and tossed it out to the audience. Sarah watched it arching towards them, a tiny wisp of pale silk that Cliff snagged out of the air with incredible aplomb. A gale of laughter and a spattering of applause hailed his success and the theater began to empty. Sarah and Vi turned to each other at last and as Sarah took a deep breath Vi whispered, "That was some performance, Sarah." Beneath her mask Vi's mouth had softened into one of her sumptuously sexy mischievously meaningful smiles. "I couldn't have done it without this wonderful supporting cast," Sarah returned wryly with a glance from Vi to Zack. "It was such a pleasure to have made your acquaintance," Zack replied flashing that charming smile below his mask and gazing slyly down at her. She gave him a playful punch on the arm in reply and then wrapped her hands around his naked biceps and squeezed. It was the only thing she could think of to let him know how she had enjoyed his attentions as he led her out into the aisle. Behind them Vivienne was lingering with Cliff, and as Sarah glanced back she could see that his hand was busy fondling her bottom before they followed herself and Zack up the aisle and into the lobby crowded with spectators waiting by the elevators. Orcutt's tall form appeared from the crowd beckoning them to follow and he led them off to a side corridor with its reserved lift. "Did you enjoy the performance?" he asked politely when they had boarded. "In a word," Sarah replied "it was stupendous!" What else can I say she thought? Besides the more she thought about it the more true that was. "Yes," he nodded sagaciously, "a triumph for Vyrobrovna and The Court. She shall surely be asked for repeat performances. And quite soon I would venture by the enthusiasm tonight," he added when the doors of the lift slid silently back upon the expanse of The Gallery and the early arrivals scattering though its spaces. "Please enjoy yourself. Katia and her dancers will soon be here. I shall be about and will make arrangements for your departure when you are ready to leave." And with that they watched his tall form stroll off into the maze ahead of them. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 10 "Lord Vi, Look at these paintings," Sarah exclaimed taking in the display surrounding them. "My God, that's Kenyon Cox's, 'Hunting Nymph'." Sarah gestured at a naked Diana, her luscious body stretched to the full draw of her bow. "And look at that! That's Henri's 'Salome'." Vi followed her gaze to the gorgeous rendering of the woman's bare torso with its erotic thrust from her descending veil. " And over there that's a Pearlstein." Sarah waved at the huge monochrome of the artist and his model posed with a mirror to simultaneously reveal her buttocks and the dark patch of her pudenda. "I saw all these paintings years ago when I was a student, I thought they had been destroyed by the Sex Police. So this is what happened to them!" she gasped in awe. "This is marvelous!" she exclaimed wandering deeper into the labyrinth, so entranced by the canvases and sculptures that at last she lost all sense of where she was and simply wandered from one stunning find to the next. She was suddenly aware that she had long since lost track of Vivienne, Cliff and Zack, as Persephone, Ares, and Hermes were nowhere to be seen among the other guests or amongst the buffets and couches scattered through the rooms. They appeared to have been replaced by all manner of other men in masks and exotic costumes. As for the women they seemed to have stepped out of the paintings. Any one of them could have served as a model for the artists and most it appeared from the brevity of their costumes were ready to pose. Clothed in her own revealing peplos it was clear to Sarah that she was totally at home in this world of the Cornucopians where glamour and nudity went hand in hand. The guests wandered in couples and clusters of men with women, women with women, men with men, and in every degree of familiarity from casual company to amorous engagement. As the gallery filled with guests Sarah became more aware of the erotic ambiance pervading the assembly and that the purpose of this incredible collection of paintings, which seemed to be largely ignored by the assembly, served as much to heighten the sensuous mood as to inspire appreciation of great art. And it was obvious from the general air of camaraderie, and the curious glances cast at Sarah, that the acquaintance amongst the other guests was intimate, so intimate in fact that some of the couches were already occupied by Cornucopian lovers lost in lingering embraces. Lured her on into the recesses of the gallery she found the large well-lit open spaces where she had started her tour giving way to smaller more intimate settings. Alcoves and shadowed nooks provided the settings now for small groupings of canvases lit only by the lamps above them. As the intimacy of the setting increased so did the eroticism of the art. She had passed renderings of beautifully seductive women whose eyes seemed to hold her and follow her and Sarah felt the excitement of those gazes welling yet within her as she stared at the boldness of the conceptions before her. Music tingled in the air about her sending shivers down her sides that were only intensified by the sight of the work confronting her now. It was a Beardsley print offering the harmonious reverberations of sensation between the clitoris and the penis; the subject, a lovely woman garbed in the most transparent filmy dress, stood fingering her sex with one hand and with the other hand tickling the head of a huge phallus as tall as herself. The organ was gigantic and the implication of its enormous response to such stimulation roused Sarah to what she had just felt under Vivienne's and Zack's hands in the theater. The sensation drew her closer and she entered the darkened cubicle before her, a shrine to the phallus. On the opposite wall a painting offered a nude woman lovingly embracing an organ so huge that her arms could barely reach round it. It towered marvelously above her as she sat on the soft mat of hair at its base. Her legs encircled it, her cheek caressed its huge shaft and her eyes were closed in dreamy contemplation of the ecstasy that such an erection could produce were she to find it. 'Absurd!' Sarah laughed to herself. No woman could encompass such an organ but there was an uncanny urge within her self to do just that. To be filled in the way that woman was filling herself at the most with sensation. There were times when she simply wanted to be overwhelmed by cock, to luxuriate in being filled like that, spread and stuffed beyond belief. Sarah moved into the darkened space and stood behind the couch looking first at one painting and then the other. There was no one in the aisle outside, in fact no one could see her if there had been. Her hands scrabbled at her hips and the loose light skirt of her peplos lifted easily. She didn't want to touch herself through the cloth but to enjoy her hand hot and hard right on her clit while she surrendered to her fantasy of these huge cocks. She was so expert at this. She had done it so often. And now that the mood was upon her like this another quick climax would be a joy. Clutching the wad of her skirt above her vulva with one hand the other went busily to work and in a moment she was quivering, dripping, and aching to orgasm. And then there was another sensation, a familiar one but not here, not like this! Something was nuzzling at her buttocks. Undeniably it was a cock and there was a man behind it. But he didn't touch her with his hands, only with the engorged rigid bulb of his penis riding wetly up and down in the crevice between her buttocks with an urgent insistency that was just like her own. That craving was what she had come in here to satisfy. He was huge, she could tell by the way he filled her between her cheeks. The bulk of his shaft parted her buttocks until they strained and the knob at the top thumped well above her tailbone. Cliff was big but this man was really hung! She wanted to reach back and take hold of him, to palm that bulk and fondle it and feel his huge balls, but then he moved and that big wet knob was sliding down to touch the backs of her thighs. Sarah opened her legs and leaned over the back of the couch in front of her. Her ass lifted, her cheeks parted, her sex raised and welcomed him but she was oh so tight, and he was oh so huge! His cock was insistent and pushy, knowing too in the quick way he found her opening and spreading to receive his hard flaring head. She was gasping now before his robust intrusion but yielding too in a lovely way. Her juices flowed around him and she took him in a slow delicious slippery embrace that was all she had hoped it would be. Every place of her pleasure within was pressed marvelously and pleasured exquisitely as his phallus pumped over them again and again. Her vagina was quivering and throbbing with a life of its own, until it seemed like her whole being was centered upon that huge lovely organ pleasuring her to distraction. The girl embracing the gigantic penis in the painting had no more than she had at that moment. Sarah's whole vagina reverberated with the incredible aching ecstasy of an enormous Beardsly Penis. She throbbed, twitched, and spasmed upon this cosmic cock and then her walls imploded upon its bulk in one final cataclysmic orgasmic cascade of contractions that left her spent and gasping over the couch. Slowly, carefully the massive organ withdrew into the darkness behind her. Her panting vulva subsided, her petals limp with satiety tingled with reverberations of lubricious friction as she stood and let her dress drop to her trembling ankles. The Cornucopian was there in the darkness behind her but she had no need to behold him, only to carry the echo of his phallus within her. She paused by the doorway to this phallic shrine, captured by the hitherto unseen sculpture of a marble penis in full erection. It rose magnificently from its pedestal, all its shapes realized in idealized perfection. This was not just a penis, nor even a cock. This was a phallus in all its randy magnificence. Sarah caressed the shapes with her hand and kissed them softly as she left, leaving this trunk, this root, with her thanks and her adoration when she strolled out into the aisle again. ***** In another part of the gallery Vivienne wandered lost in an aimless search for Sarah and Zack. As she passed from one display of paintings to the next her attention was held far more by the increasing indiscretions underway upon the couches beneath the canvases than by the pictures themselves. Heaven knows she had no inhibitions about casual lovemaking in the privacy of The Court but the circumstances here seemed stunningly public for such carryings on. The fact that everyone was masked seemed to have liberated their libidos beyond all modesty, and the brevity of the women's costumes encouraged every sort of familiarity all about her. This company of Cornucopians was certainly handsome enough, and one lovely bosom after the other lay undraped and exposed to the fondling caresses of their admirers. The plenitude of engorged and puckered nipples, often wet and shining from caressing mouths began to have an effect on Vivienne, and those breasts were attended as often by loving women as lusty men. Here just in front of her a woman lay stretched across a divan, her head pillowed in a man's lap. Her eyes, bright behind her mask, caught and held Vivienne's eyes with a seductive allure. The smile on her mouth was incredibly inviting and the offering was unmistakable; herself and her lover together, and in any combination that Vivienne might wish. The woman was truly lovely and so was he for that matter. Vi loitered beside their couch, her eyes drifting over the painting above the couple and then she felt the man's hand slide sinuously up over the curves of her calf and tug at her peplos. She leaned against the arm of the couch and glanced uncomfortably around. They were somewhat shielded here by partitions and the subdued lighting. As she glanced down at them the woman nodded. Shock seized her for the moment, shock and an unaccountable thrill of excitement. Excitement that she never would have succumbed to if it hadn't been for the obvious beauty of the masked woman beside her rousing her to an unheard level of recklessness. After all everyone was doing 'it' she told herself. What exactly 'it' was she wasn't exactly sure but she surely wasn't going to go too far herself, not here. Vi slid her bottom onto the arm of the couch and appraised the pair beside her. The woman was certainly older than herself. Her eyes smiled through the black satin mask covering the upper half of her face, and what it left uncovered was a mouth of uncompromising allure with full beautifully chiseled lips, and a wide friendly smile that revealed her perfect teeth. She was costumed like a flapper from the 1920's, in a short simple black shift, scoop-necked and sleeveless that revealed her slim torso, succulent breasts and curvaceous legs, her light golden blonde tresses pulled back with combs. As for the man he was clad in a black tuxedo and his mask covered his whole face to his upper lip, revealing only his firm mouth and bold chin. The woman lay across his lap her face cradled in her hands as she studied Vi, her breasts bare to where her shift hid her nipples. "You're lovely," the woman offered, "and very young." Vi smiled. She didn't feel that young, but she knew people often thought she was. "How old do you think she is?" the woman smiled up at the man. His dark eyes glittered through his mask and Vi felt his gaze appraising her. "I'd put her at sixteen and she's got a fantastic body," he concluded. Vi smiled sweetly. "Thank you sir, for all your compliments," she giggled as his arm slid around behind her hips, his hand traveling down her leg maneuvering her with his strength until she was facing them and her arm rested on the back of the couch behind his head, her bosom posed in front of his face. "I think she's got a fantastic body too," the woman agreed, " it a pity it's covered by all those draperies." "Don't you like my peplos?," Vi pouted. "It's charming, my dear, but your charms deserve more exposure. What do you have on under it?" "Not much," she giggled again. "I think we should find out what the ancient Greeks wore for underwear, don't you," the woman said glancing up at the man. "I've always had a passion to know that," he rumbled, his hand curling around Vi's thigh, lifting and drawing her legs off the armrest until she was virtually sitting on his lap. She felt his hand tugging at her hem but her gown was caught under her legs. "Raise your bottom, dear," he urged. Vi glanced around the shadowed nook, at the panels only partially shielding them from the passers by and decided no one would see them as she lifted her legs and he drew the front of her gown from under them. "There," she said primly glancing down at the back of her legs where the drape would conceal them as she felt the woman's hand tugging at the front of her skirt. In a moment her knees were bare and the man was gathering the hem in his hand and pulling it up. Vi's heart began a slow delicious thump in her chest as she saw her naked thighs appear. "What lovely legs," the woman crooned stroking her hand up over Vi's knees and slid it between them. "Is she wearing panties?" the man murmured. "I can't tell unless she opens her legs," the woman muttered. "Are you shy, dear?" "I guess so," Vi sighed feeling her blushes rising to her face and warming her neck when the woman's hand slid into the warmth of her lower thighs. "Maybe this will help," the man said nuzzling at Vi's succulent up-tilted breasts dangling in front of his face. She felt the woman's hand come to her right breast and fondle it through her dress, and then pass to her other one and feel out its shape all the way to her nipple. "She's got luscious breasts with nice big nipples," the woman concluded. "and they're getting all hard when I pinch them like this, aren't they dear?" "Yes'm," Vi sighed hunching her shoulders into the caresses. "Do you want him to feel them, dear?" "If he wants to." "Do you want him to?" the woman urged, palming Vi's breast again. "Yes," Vi gasped drawing her shoulders back and lifting her breasts into his hands. Her chin raised and her eyes closed in giving herself over to the delicious torture of her nipples. "Oh!" Vi groaned as the first of her muted sounds of pleasure escaped her mouth. It felt so good, even through all that cloth that covered her breasts. Of course she hadn't worn a bra, that wouldn't be right for the costume. They had her peplos molded to her breasts with their hands, but she knew it would feel worlds better if they could touch her bare skin. "Do you want me to unfasten my girdle?" she said. "Of course, dear, you want to don't you?" Vi sighed feeling for the knots at her waist. Breathless from the sensations she fumbled endlessly with ties, loosening them at last, and feeling her gown go slack. Instantly the woman's hands slid up the sides of her legs, pushing the peplos higher and higher, and then the man's hands were tugging at it too, pulling it, drawing it tight against her back and her buttocks as it lifted over her thighs, catching at her hips but exposing her all the way to her belly in front. Vi drew her knees up and tightened her thighs together in a spasm of excitement feeling their hands come to her now bare breasts. "You like that don't you dear?" the woman crooned working her skillful hands from one breast to the other while the man came to her naked nipples this time and began his own brand of titillating torture. "Can't you tell," Vi groaned lifting her clasped legs in another spasm of delight. "Pull your dress up, he's going to suck your sweet tits, honey." Willingly Vi hauled at the front of her gown, pulling it up over her swollen breasts, offering her turgid nipples to those two glittering eyes behind the silken mask and that taut masculine eager mouth below it. The silky smoothness of the mask slid over the tops of her breasts as his hot wet mouth seized her nipple, first one and then the other. He sucked and pulled and nursed on one until she thought she would go mad with excitement before he shifted to it's delightful twin. Holding her dress up with one hand Vi used her other hand to push him from one breast to the other, reveling in the silken slide of his face through the lubricious cleft between her breasts as he gave up one nipple for the other. Beneath her the woman gazed keenly up at the sight reveling in her success in seducing this little charmer. She could feel him stirring under her now, feel the swelling commencing in his cock again. The taste of his semen from his first orgasm still filled her mouth, the lovely redhead who had blown him the second time carried the juices of that orgasm away with her only a quarter of an hour before this delicious little sweetheart had appeared. If this darling girl could bring him off so soon, it would be a record and another notch of her success in pleasing this man who was so vital to her interests. From where she lay she had a perfect view of the girl's gorgeous body, so gorgeous that it made her own mouth water for those hard firm nipples, those delightful pear shaped boobs that fitted so perfectly in her hands, but most of all for those delights that still remained hidden between those lovely thighs clasped so firmly together. Raising her face the woman glanced down at his naked cock clasped in the warmth of her hand, squeezing it expertly for the feel of the returning turgidity, the firming that would herald his rising erection. The girl was moaning with delight, making little crooning sounds with every tug of his mouth and teeth at her nipples, and with every gasp those slim round thighs just in front of her face tightened in an involuntary spasm. Fascinated she watched, realizing that the girl was masturbating by squeezing her thighs, and with every suck on her tit she lifted her hips in an excited thrust upon an imaginary cock. Those beautiful knees in front of her face parted each time calling her at last to stroke between them, to feel those masturbatory spasms, and slowly, by degrees and inches she managed to work her hand deeper and deeper between Vi's thighs. Vi felt the woman's hand sliding between her legs, felt the eagerness in those fingers curling up the inside of her thighs reaching ever higher for what lay hidden below her buttocks. Excitement, suspense, trepidation, and intense arousal battled within her as she submitted ever more to this exercise of being felt up in public. People were going by all the time, she could hear them talking, laughing, whispering but she had her back to them and she knew they really couldn't see anything. The man had his head buried between her breasts, the woman's face was inches from her naked belly, but she was sure her peplos shielded them. It was a good thing too because those fingers between her legs were doing incredible things to her resolve to keep her legs together. They stroked, they caressed, they pleaded to go further. To make it worse the man was stroking her leg now too, his hand was on her upper thigh and the woman's was on her lower leg and they were both working to pull her legs apart. She struggled to keep her thighs together but he was pulling on her nipple so deliciously that she had to give into the sensation and that's when she felt her upper leg slide off her lower one, her foot dropped down off the couch and her vulva was at their mercy. Instantly their hands curled down into the twin valleys of her loins, and she felt the woman's hand give way to the man's as he groped for her tingling labia. Now the woman was pulling at her nearest knee drawing her legs even further apart so that he could really get to her sex. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 10 "Oh!" she gasped as he touched her, and her head flopped back in surrender. He took his time then exploring her, letting his fingers wander all over her folds, following them all the way back to her pucker, and all the way up to her clitoris. He kept squeezing her whole sex in his hand like he couldn't get enough of it. She felt him spreading her petals, felt his fingers working back and forth between them, touching every little secret that she had and lingering over it. When he finally came to her vaginal opening he played with it forever, feeling his way in at last with long lingering probes of his finger. "You've got a tight little cunt," he murmured. "I know," she groaned as the memory of how Cliff Murdock's huge cock had stretched her each time he had fucked her. She'd wondered if he'd ever stretch her enough. "I've gotta have this little sweetheart," the guy rumbled down at the woman lying in his lap. "Suck me while I finger-fuck her." Vi flopped her head forward and her eyes opened, her long dark tresses falling over her bosom and the man's head. Beneath her the woman was uncovering his cock, pulling it out from beneath her bosom and stretching it up to her mouth. Numbly Vi watched her suck its half hard length into her mouth while those fingers in her vagina commenced a maddening pump. He was back on her tits now sucking with his mouth while he finger-fucked her vagina and she had to fuck him back. "Are you going to fuck me?" she murmured. "You bet I am sweetheart." "Oh lordy!" was all she could moan. "Do you want it?" "Let me get on your lap. You can lap fuck me so everyone won't see us," she whispered in his ear as she glanced down and watched the woman pull his rigid erection from her mouth. Slipping off the arm of the sofa Vi straddled his lap and lifted her leg. Impatiently she waited for the woman to find her vagina with his erection and when she did Vi slid slowly down upon it, taking its bulk up into the full length of her long vagina as her peplos fell to her hips again in a wrinkled shroud. Wrapping her arms around his neck she hugged her breasts up to his face and began pummeling his cock with her hips. Vi felt her mask slip from her face and fall about her neck as his groans, his gasps, his thrusts and shoves echoed through her. She stared down into his widening eyes reading his astonishment and his excitement at the revelation of the erotic beauty in her virginally youthful face. Instantly his orgasm surged out of control and she had his erection throbbing in time to the spasms of her own climax milking his cock into ecstatic surrender. The woman laid beside them an appreciative smile upon her sumptuous mouth relishing the interval of his orgasm. In all their encounters she had never seen his surges last so long. When it was over at last the girl was hanging breathless on his shoulders, her hair in wild disarray, her gown in a shapeless drape down to her naked hips and shapely legs. F inally, leaning back Vi looked down into his masked countenance and then she bent forward and kissed his silken forehead. "There," she said with a sweet little giggle as his softening organ slipped from her vagina, "is that what you wanted?" Applause rose from behind her, bravas, laughter and encouragement. Startled Vi glanced over her shoulder at the gathering of spectators that had witnessed her performance. "Oh my God!" she gasped raising her mask to her face and slidding from his lap. In an instant she had grabbed her girdle and fled into the partitions, putting a dozen great paintings between herself and her audience before she even began to think about tidying herself. She could feel his semen running down her thighs, smell his maleness about herself, and her breasts and her vulva ached from her surrender to him. Ducking into a dark recess between the partitions she ordered her gown, fastened her girdle about her waist, brushed her hair into some semblance of order with her hands, and stepped out into the corridor right into someone's arms. "Vi!" "Oh Sarah, thank God it's you," she gasped slumping into her lover's embrace. "I've been looking all over for you." "I know," she gasped. "What have you been up to, my dear?" Sarah exclaimed taking in the girl's disheveled state. "You didn't see me then? I just let this guy fuck me, and everybody else saw it." "You should be more discrete in the future, dear," Sarah giggled and primped at Vi's hair. "I just got laid too, sweetheart," but it was in a booth. "You did!" Vi giggled conspiratorially. "He had a huge cock." "Bigger than Cliff's" "It felt like it but I didn't see it." "I'm dripping with cum," Vi moaned. "Me too but let's get something else to eat" Sarah giggled as they happened to be near one of the buffets. She picked up a pair of plates while Vi made the choices from the succulent dishes arrayed before them, and then they found a couch in a shadowed nook overlooking an utterly choice Wyeth rendering of the naked Helga seated by a window amidst wind drifted curtains. Sarah nodded at the painting. "They were lovers you know. He did a wonderful series of her. I hope to God they're not lost." She glanced back at Vi. "Do you suppose all his paintings of her are here?" "Oh yes," a male voice answered as a figure materialized from the shadows behind them. "Indeed they are." They turned together to see a man dressed in black and wearing the cape of a magician, his features totally concealed beneath a face-mask. From its depths a pair of startlingly brilliant eyes studied each of them with an inquisitiveness that went beyond mere curiosity. "Did you enjoy the performance tonight?" "Oh yes, it was gorgeous. I knew it would be stupendous, but it surpassed my expectations." Sarah lifted her wineglass and sipped, her eyes touching Vi's with a conspiratorial glance as the girl's features were suddenly suffused in a deep blush. "Ah," the magician returned, "I'm pleased to see how enthusiastic you are about our many entertainments, but I was referring to the ballet, it seems to have inspired a similar enthusiasm amongst many of the spectators. You must extend my congratulations to Vyrobrovna when you see her." "We have the honor of extending The Patron's regards?" Vi asked the realization that at last she was in his presence dawning upon her. The masked head inclined with assent. "Indeed, and I have the pleasure of Sarah Murdock's and Vivienne Valiente's company?" The women and the girl raised their wineglasses to him in assent. "The artist and her model I take it from what Orcutt has shown me of your work Ms. Moore," he said his gaze lingering on Sarah. "So now we come to the commission. Your work intrigues me. It holds the promise of something I find very fascinating and very rare in these times, the element of the erotic in fine art. But from what I've seen of your work it is not fully realized as yet. It's most certainly there, but I sense the promise of an epiphany something surpassing perhaps what we see at this time." Sarah looked down and swirled her wineglass as if some answer might roil up with the aroma. "That's true. I'm searching. As for surpassing this," she glanced at the Wyeth, "it's not possible." "We must give it every opportunity." "This is a process of realization, it's...complicated." "Perhaps if you were living under the right circumstances, in the most conducive atmosphere." Sarah glanced up sharply as the first ping of alarm sounded within her. "What are you suggesting?" "Certainly there could be no environment more suitable for what you are seeking in particular than what we have here in Bountiful-Towers. What you both have experienced tonight is but the merest taste of the knowledge you are seeking. Here you and Miss Valiente could work towards this realization freed of every care, every distraction. Let me extend this evening's invitation for the length of time it takes you to decide on the suitability of such an arrangement." "That's very kind of you but The Court suits my needs perfectly," Sarah answered firmly. "And I have responsibilities there that demand my attention," Vivienne added. "But really, you have no idea of what we can offer you. I've spoken with Cliff and Zack, they are thoroughly intrigued with this proposition. In fact they are with Orcutt now visiting some of our more unique and most attractive entertainments." "And these entertainments involve beautiful women?" Sarah probed dryly. "Most certainly," the Patron smiled. "But I'm sure both you and Vivienne have observed our abundance of handsome young men, and beautiful young women as well, if you might be so disposed." "I prefer to continue my work in The Court," Sarah insisted. "If my husband wants to stay here and pleasure himself with your entertainment's he has my blessing. You have our thanks for this evening's enlightenments but it's getting late and its time for Vi and I to return to The Court." "Ah, I see." In the brief and ominous silence that followed Sarah was suddenly and acutely aware of a soft amorous moan from the couch behind them which was interrupted by The Patron's acerbic, "If you wish...please wait here. I will send Orcutt to you." In a moment he had vanished behind the partitions leaving Sarah and Vivienne exchanging anxious glances amidst the lovemaking in the shadows beyond. Sarah slumped upon the couch in dismay as Vivienne seated herself beside her. "I knew just coming to the ballet was too good to be true. That's what he wanted all along, to keep us here," Vi concluded. "He can't do it, Sarah. There's too much at stake for him with The Court to risk blowing it. Mother, Coverly, everyone knows we are here. He has to let us go back." Sarah picked up her wineglass, sipped and tipped the rim to Vivienne's lips. "Thank God, you're here," she sighed leaning into Vi's arms. "We might as well join the party while we're waiting." And wait they did as the lights dimmed, and the shadows deepened over the little orgies upon the couches surrounding them. "What do you suppose Cliff and Zack are doing?" Sarah mused. "Not what I'm going to do to you," Vi giggled as she cuddled into Sarah's arms, "unless they've gone gay on us." ***** The Gallery had held only passing interest for Cliff and Zack who were soon diverted to the nearest buffet. Eva set a fine table but the buffet at Bountiful Towers surpassed even the banquets at the Gatherings and the men browsing happily through this sumptuous cuisine soon lost sight of each other. It was only the commotion by the elevator that diverted Cliff from his feast in a spattering of applause and cries of "brava" heralding the arrival of Katia and her dancers who graciously acknowledged their reception. They swept into the room freshened from their showers, their hair beribboned, clad in nothing but pale doeskin body-stockings, and soon arrived at the buffet. Seizing an empty plate Cliff approached Katia. "May I serve you?" he offered gallantly. "How nice. I'm famished." she replied as he selected the delicacies."I eat light before performances, but afterwards I'm ravenous." "You were quite a hit tonight," he observed. Katia chuckled. "Orcutt was ecstatic. It was just what he wanted for reviving these jaded appetites here. His stock will go up with The Patron and his Cornucopians, and so will ours." "I had no idea ballet could be so entertaining." "I took liberties with the original. But I think its what Fokine had in mind all along though he never could have offered it this way a hundred and fifty years ago." "This is definitely the version for me," Cliff offered. "Who was the dancer with nothing but the veil?" "That's our little Denise. Do you find her charming?" "She has a special talent." "Yes she does. She's our latest addition, a very good dancer with lots of sex appeal. She's young and she hasn't had much experience yet, but she has a feel for roles like the enchantress. She's our protégé." "Well, I favored you above all." Katia gave him a droll glance, "Did you like my costume?" "Absolutely stunning. I have the best part of it right here." Cliff extracted the tiny thong from the folds of his toga. "You may keep it to remember me by." "Not that I could ever forget you, but especially not with this as a keepsake. You have another?" "Lots" "Too bad. " "Do you think I should always dance without it?" "I wouldn't miss a performance if you did." "Perhaps some night, as an encore." "I think it should be a regular part of your repertory." Her eyes lifted from the plate that he was holding for her as she ate and raised to his face, the Ares mask concealing everything but his mouth and the bright blueness of his eyes. The toga, she decided, suited his robust figure, his bare bulky shoulders and strong neck, and she felt enveloped by the Ares aura emanating from him. "One must save certain things for 'special performances'," she said her eyes holding his and delicately forking a morsel into her mouth, "to keep one's repertory fresh." Cliff focused on her mobile mouth. "I'm sure you have an exquisite repertory. The previews have been delicious. I can't wait for the main event," he added pouring a glass of wine and handing it to her, his voice heavy with expectancy. Katia studied him over the rim of the glass sensing the same impulses rising within her that had prompted the swim and the blow-job that afternoon in the pond; the indulgence of that urge to erotic physicality that had made her a dancer coupled with the loneliness that had overtaken her since Sarah's arrival in The Court. "Of course one needs the right venue, a setting, an opportunity," she dipped her finger in her wine and lifted it to his mouth, "to show to the best advantage." Her libation was sweet upon his tongue and he held her finger with his mouth sucking its shape moving softly there upon him before he released her. "I think we've found it," he smiled giving her his robed arm and gesturing with the other to the recesses of The Gallery. ***** Jubilation flowered within Denise. All the weeks of rehearsal, all the years of preparation and practice had fused at last in those few glorious moments that had roused this audience to a climax of bravas and applause. She had entered into the soul of the temptress, Lykanion, and she had made this audience rapt with her display of that power. "At last," she had told herself "I really am a dancer! And what a place to dance," she marveled as she lifted the glass of wine from the buffet, too excited yet to eat, and wandered wonderingly into the maze of pictures. Here was a display of power as well. Never in her whole life had she seen such pictures, such a celebration of everything that Katia had tried to make her understand with the movements of her body, movements her body had known even if her mind didn't, not yet. There had hardly been time to learn like other girls had, and no one, not even Katia, knew that she was still a virgin. She lingered open mouthed before the paintings soaking the artist's vision into her own soul. She would be as these women, glorious in her nakedness, extravagant with beauty, sensuous in movement like this life-size pristine marble sculpture on the pedestal before her. Denise felt the pose enter her own body, felt the chains that bound this slave girl's wrists, the way her hand covered her sex, the tilt of her head. Beyond the sculpture the partitions gave onto an open space, a circle of couches and a collection of reclining nudes, beautiful curving backs, and naked girls who looked you full in the face from their beds; courtesans, bold and knowing. She was hardly aware of the touch it was so light at first. The shiver started at her nape and trickled down her spine sending a flush of goose bumps scattering across her sides as she turned to the masked figure beside her. The harlequin in spangled tights lifted his wand to his face and studied her. "I do declare, Lykanion, herself. What good luck," he chuckled in satisfaction. His hand resting in the small of her back descended and curved over her buttock, his fingers following her crease to the back of her leg and paused. She didn't recoil, she was used to being touched. There was no part of her body that hadn't been handled in the most intimate way in the dance, and his costume was disarming, she had danced with harlequins before. "Anyone you know," he said glancing at the 'Olympia' before them. "I wish I did. She's lovely," Denise said simply as she took in the reclining nude's lovely pose. . "I saw you posing by the paintings. You're very good. I'll bet you could pose just like that if you wanted to," he nodded at the reclining nude. "Of course." "Show me," the harlequin said, "on that couch over there." Denise studied the painting, not just the pose but the impression as well and then slipped onto the couch. "Of course you can't just stand there, you have to kneel so you can look into my face the way the artist did." Obligingly, harlequin knelt, resting his chin upon his wand and gazed into her face. "You're really much more handsome than the Olympia," he observed but the effect isn't at all the same." "Really?" Denise said glancing up at the painting. "Well," he spread his hands dramatically, "look at you." She stared down at the expanse of her figure in its blue body stocking. "Well? Just take it off. Look at all the poses we can do, " he exclaimed waving his wand at the gallery of Olympias around them. She mused for a moment, being naked was nothing. Nudity was part of her life now. It would be fun and she might never get to see such paintings again. Standing she raised her hands to the fine zipper that held her body stocking at the back and drew it down. Harlequin watched in fascination as she pulled the garment from her shoulders, stripped it from her arms, and began the wiggles that freed it from her hips. Her slim ivory torso emerged in the shadows, darkly nippled breasts ripe with the turgidity of youth swaying before his face, her strong hips flanking the hollows of her groin and the rise of her hairless mons over the neat folds of her vulva. Pushing the stocking down over her buttocks she seated her self and began stripping it from the curves of her legs. "Let me," harlequin offered taking her ankle in his hand and pulling gently below the knee of her stocking. His movement disturbed her balance and she leaned back to catch herself with her hands as he stripped the stocking slowly down her calf, freeing it at last from her foot before lifting her other ankle. He held her then his eyes fixed on the revelation of her vulva as he spread her legs. Shock seized Denise for the moment but behind him the Olympia stared down into her face with her bold knowing expression. 'So this is what it is like to be a courtesan' Denise thought as she read the intensity in what she could see of the harlequin's face. "What a delicious pose," harlequin exclaimed as his free hand moved to the inside of her other knee and opened her unresisting legs still further. "Lean back, my dear." Denise dropped to her elbows the movement lifting her hips and bringing the full extent of her sex to view while she studied the eager fascination leaping into the eyes behind the mask and the excitement in the quivering lips below it. She was like the girl in the painting now and the bouquet in the maid's hands behind the girl was a tribute to her own beauty. "You have more to show me don't you?" harlequin breathed thickly. Denise nodded silently, unsure of what that might be as she glanced at the painting again. "Then do what I tell you," harlequin ordered. "Put your hand over your sex." She obeyed, her fingers gathered and closed over her delta just like the girl in the painting. "Put your forefinger on your crease." "Here" she asked. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 11 Even with Orcutt's authorization the unscheduled departure from the penthouse bothered Trapnell. His eye riveted to his monitor studying the descent of the elevator to Portal Five in the garage. Instantly he contacted the guard. "Check the passes on that outgoing traffic and get back to me before they leave," he ordered. Katia glanced at her watch and smiled back at her brood of dancers chattering in the elevator with excitement. Transformed into their civies and dusters they seemed normal enough, except that the girls exuded a joie-de-vive not encouraged in these times when the elevator doors opened and they swept out onto the platform. She extended her pass to guard and he asked her to wait, collected the other passes and went to the intercom. The unusual delay irked Katia and she waited impatiently until the guard signaled the van that would take them to Old Town. The 'arrangements' were tedious but necessary she thought wearily settling into the seat behind the driver and they began the drive to the Tram Depot. There they would split up and begin the transfers that would take them by differing routes through Old Town to Ryker Avenue outside The Court. Though Orcutt was the only one in Bountiful Towers who knew The Court's location, and even with The Patron's protection she reflected, caution was simply expedient. The zealots for the Blue Laws were so tiresomely vigilant, and the stakes so high for The Court, that one couldn't afford the chance of a slip up. She glanced back at the skyscraper following its towering facade up into the sky where its lights blurred into a single dim glow. A smile of irony touched her lips in considering how they entertained that erotic world up there as the price of exercising their callings. "A nice place to visit," she mused, the interlude with Cliff Murdock vividly fresh in her consciousness,. "but I wouldn't want to live there." The computer screens glowed harmoniously around Trapnell's work-station. Absently he followed the van's progress through the New City on the screen before him. This traffic, especially at two a.m. from the top five floors when performers were normally booked for the whole night would bear scrutiny; one couldn't be too careful where the Cornucopian market was concerned. In Trapnell's list of unfinished business Orcutt;s injunction to "Get Her!" had faded with the most recent directive to "Defer" where Sarah Murdock was concerned. Trapnell had reflected upon the change with disappointment. But of course, 'Defer', meant simply 'postpone', not 'Cancel', and he had developed a decided attachment to this case after repeated reviews of Symes' video. That Sarah Murdock was just too good to ignore. The beep from his computer alerted Trapnell to the van's arrival at the Tram Depot and he switched to 'Live Camera' watching the troop of girls in their dusters alighting from the bus with the handful of men. One of the girls had allowed her hood to fall back revealing a beribboned cluster of tossing blonde curls. His curiosity peaked and Trapnell stayed with her as the others dispersed save for one who pulled the girl's hood up and accompanied her to the next bus. There were records of who these passes were issued to but he didn't have them, that was Orcutt's province, it was simply his job to confirm the validity of the passes and stay on top of the traffic. His monitor returned to 'Route' and he followed the bus into Old Town switching back to 'Camera' whenever the bus stopped to discharge passengers. The stops were infrequent and the bus was deep into Old Town when the two women got off and he expected them to disappear into the shadows beyond the camera's range at the bus stop. Surprisingly they waited for a transfer, and when they had boarded he switched the camera to 'Interior'. They were the sole passengers, nicely within the camera's focus, and they had both shoved back their hoods; attractive women both of them, the one with the ribbons in her hair young and animated, the other older but striking in her Slavic beauty. Trapnell studied them enviously. No wonder they had been Orcutt's guests, and they must have been special since outsiders were rarely admitted to whatever 'festivities' took place in the Penthouse, and when they were admitted they even more rarely left. He stayed with them until they signaled the driver and disembarked again. And then his mouth dropped when he saw them board yet another transfer! Switching to 'Route' mode he followed this bus through the very center of Old Town and it was there when they alighted on Ryker Avenue that they disappeared. His map of the city showed that there was little there except a large park with a swampy wetland behind it bordered by a rundown neighborhood of decayed dwellings. Stunned he mused over what these women, guests of The Patron himself, were doing in such a place and why they took these diversionary transfers as if to throw pursuers off the trail? A trail that led where, to whom, to what? This would bear looking into and he knew just the man for the job. **** Sarah stared dismally at the luxury of the suite while Vivienne turned down the bed. "What are we going to do for clothes?" she exclaimed. "I don't even have a toothbrush." "Have you looked in the closets? There's a whole wardrobe in there for us and it fits too. Somebody was expecting us," Vi answered wryly. "Really? Well the art-studio is to die for but I can't imagine working here." "All I want is my cottage, my books, and my life back," Vivienne sighed disconsolately unfastening her girdle and pulling her peplos off over her head, "but I'll settle for a douche and a shower to wash all this sticky cum off me," she giggled at last. "Yeah, me too," Sarah moaned. The bath was an endless delight of creamy tiles, mirrors, shampoo counters, hair dryers, shower bays, bidets, tubs and a huge Jacuzzi. Glass fronted cupboards held every imaginable cosmetic confection, perfume, and grooming utensil. Awed they strolled and cooed over their finds. Coming at last to the bidet they douched and rinsed before the showers called them into the steamy torrent of cleansing waters. Lingering under the spray they soaped and stroked one another, discovering again the pleasures of their hands upon each others curvaceous shapes, of the luxury of having their hair washed by their lover's hands, of toweling one another into dryness, of anointing one another with soothing lotions, of drying combing and brushing each other's tresses into long shinning cascades of fragrant hair, of tending nails, and choosing the most subtle and erotic perfumes for ears, neck, bosom, and loins. When finally they had pampered each other into a slow simmering state of sexual tension they tumbled naked into the huge expanse of silken sheets covering the bed. "Was it just this morning that we were doing costumes with Katia?" Sarah marveled sliding over the sheet and into Vi's arms. "Seems like another life now doesn't it?" Vi whispered. "It is another life. One that we have to get back to. So where are Cliff and Zack?" "Somewhere in that orgy upstairs no doubt." "When we were watching the ballet tonight and we kissed you climaxed didn't you?" "Yes," Vi giggled. Sarah snuggled into the girl's arms and lay lightly against her closing her eyes. The fragrance of Vi's scented hair filled her nostrils and as the warm softness of her tresses filled her hands there was suddenly nothing in the world but these sensations. They were enough. They were everything. Their warmth filled her with trust and she glanced into Vi's face with the sureness that somehow everything would be all right, her inner voice resounding within her with the sensations beginning in her hands and streaming through her consciousness in an unending wave of thoughts: .....Vi's long luxuriant dark fine hair filled with scent I love it between my fingers tickling there where my skin is so sensitive goose-bumps on the backs of my hands trickling up my arms her lovely face her eyes looking down into mine so dark luminous bright I see love there tenderness I would kiss her now if she would come to me her mouth is such a joy I want to move on her rub like this her fine round hip fits me there I can almost touch it to her and the shapes of her legs in mine now her round calves sliding against mine my toes touching her feet and footsy with me her hand stroking my cheek I love it so God how my neck tingles under her touch my breasts to be touched like that her hand so different fingers so slim light hungry too she loves my shape I can tell her squeeze hungry roaming I want her to feel me more touch my nipples so comforting she's so good to me caress her hair her cheek her lips such perfect shapes kissing my finger wet makes a shining path down her lovely chin she loves it there on this place on her neck and the hollow here between her breasts swelling I need them her shoulder so fine skin smooth warm light olive sloping down under my hand take my time she loves this stroke her perfume all around me now my head is fairly spinning delight with her breast rounding up under my fingers that luscious nipple big like mine only darker harder love to know its mine can suck it all I want nurse her into happiness play like this push pull tug squeeze she loves it see how hard she gets how she gives her self her eyes so bright as she watches my hand her lips puckered upon her tongue I know what she feels how she wants even more on this other breast she offers me my nipples hard in her hand between us God that feels so good I just want to suck her she wants me too her eyes so hungry for me "please" her whisper fills my soul can feel it in me her hand in my hair I love that sensation she loves me wants me on her wants my mouth on her juicy nipple but I want to look at it first its puffy perfection this morning was so delicious in my mouth so many nipples I've seen wasted never knew how good till now and she gives herself to me so grateful for her love so sweet so sexy I know just what she likes wet lick laps like this her eyes sparkle her scent like gardenias on my vanilla her nipple quivering under my tongue's little licks aching for the feast winding about pulling her into my wet lips closing over her how she pushes herself into me her gorgeous hand feeding me her fullness God I love her nipple nourishing me like no cock ever did her voice crooning such sweet song over her hand in my hair as her heavenly hard-on swells in my mouth and I suckle her dark glistening shape and offer it to our gaze she smiles at me at my hunger pleased at my lust for her my nipples swelling hard in her hands on my aching breasts my hands on her tits palms filled fingers needing and kneading their softness like sweet buns to my mouth her dark fruits between my lips again drawn in hard above my tongue deep sucking heavy slurps of her flesh into hardened moans of happiness her hands holding me hurrying me from one tit to the other her hip rocking against my wetness I feel there the flow from my lips her clit is hard like mine unseen untouched waiting in our aching blossoms to bloom to the touch of what I dare not dream but only to hug her leg between mine and hoist myself to the rub of her knowing generous smoothness under me she lifting herself to get under me her warm thighs to my face my groans upon her clit as full in my mouth as her nipple we squirm in spasms of delight skins alive with sensation I leave her clit for the caress of her mouth with mine tongues touching lips fusing in soft surrender only to part and move to cheeks to brow and back to the moist sweet ecstasy of togetherness again my delta bucking upon her hip as she lifts herself to me crooning 'push' 'push' 'push' her finger flowing hard down my spine shooting thrills across my flanks welcoming her into the cleft of my buttocks lifting my ache to the exquisiteness just beyond her fingers her hand rolling me on my back spreading my knees soaking coolness flushing up my hot thighs to lave the wetness of my petals pressed together yet breathless to open to her touch she crouches over me face flushed with lust smoky eyed lips gleaming wetness over fine white teeth dark nippled soft breasts pears dangling to my touch my nipples ache in her mouth her hand courses down my belly shooting stars into the suspense I am only there where her hand is my being under her touch waiting welcoming how her luscious finger laves its way through my petals parting probing lingering drenching her hand ever more eager for me I writhe with the pleasure of her savoring my sex as no one has ever known it hotly virginal to her touch my tits tingling with tumescence petals turgid and tense with desire the center of my passion quivering yet untouched under its hood while she fills me three fingers deep my love moan echoing in my ears I crave her mouth on mine she comes to me tongue wet for me to treasure and her hungry sucking on mine her fingers fucking furiously her whispers crooning me into touching myself for her pleasure I slip through the honeyed swirl over my hood to uncover my clit her sigh of delight urging me on to show her my passion in pleasuring first with tight little circles then long luxurious strokes clasping my petals to every nuance of sensation mounting again to exquisite self torture my voice murmuring my pleas for her caress to know the hot pleasure of her mouth her tongue tonguing me there she yields to my hand upon her head coming to me her soft mouth parting dark eyes shining her sweet warm breath stirring every nearer my fingers mad with passion..... "I want that sweet mouth of yours between my legs, Vi." "Just the thought of it makes me want to come, Sarah" "Don't think about it, just do it." "You're so exquisite, Sarah, so delicious, I love your taste. " "Look at my Passion-Flower. Let me open it for you." "It's gorgeous, Sarah." "Come closer, love. That's right. Bend down to me while I feel your breasts. That's right darling. Come closer....Closer....Your fingers are so good in me!...But I want your tongue where your fingers are...Yes, darling.....Oh my God, Vi, I going to come!! I can't stop it!" "Just go with it, I'm coming with you. Kiss me, Sarah." Vi lifted her vulva to Sarah's mouth, feeling the soft thrust of Sarah's tongue into her vagina, her petals opening to the warm wet probe that flashed so passionately over her clitoris, she abandoned herself to this last delicious penetration that carried her shuddering into spasms of the climax overwhelming her luscious little body. The wave mounted, crashed, and ebbed leaving Sarah limp beneath Vivienne's trembling form where the tide still flowed with a mysterious rapture reflected in the distance of her eyes and the suspense of her expression. Taking Vi in her arms Sarah held the girl tenderly upon her body gazing up into her eyes reading an ecstasy there in her expression that mounted and mounted for many long moments into some strange sublime bliss before it melted at last into the familiar beauty of her face. ***** The Patron sat riveted before the console in The Viewing-Room studying the ardor evinced in the embrace of these two women. Nothing could escape him. Their every movement from the time they had entered the suite, taken their baths, and indulged themselves with the passion of their prolonged sixty-nine could be scanned from a dozen angles from any place in The Suite and recorded, along with their every whisper. The 'Suite' had succeeded beyond his expectations and these beauties, its first tenants, were choice selections. Orcutt had proved himself again in his eye for feminine beauty and erotic sensibilities. He glanced at his watch and back at the screens feeling the tug of weariness at last. They would sleep now no doubt and if they didn't the recording would reveal what he might miss. Reluctantly he rose from his chair and scanned their forms again. They were both of a similar body type but differing in the way that Velasquez's 'Rokeby Venus' differed from Boucher's 'Miss O'Murphy'. From the glimpse he'd had of Vivienne's dark beauty as she dressed for bed she was a perfect stand-in for the "Rokeby' with her slim waist and gorgeous buttocks. As for Sarah her fair charms matched Miss O'Murphy's round young limbs and exquisite proportions to at T, especially as she had displayed them this evening. The freshness of desire in both these lusiously petite bodies lent an added piquancy to The Patron's satisfaction as he studied their embrace. They were perfect examples of the dix-huitieme, in the exquisite shapes of nymphs sculpted by Clodion or Falconet come lustfully alive for his own delectation, their performance tonight exquisite, a promise of endless encores in the coming months of their captivity . With a last appreciative glance at the infinitely artful display of their images in the array of monitors about him The Patron retired to his sleeping chamber. In the suite below, Sarah and Vivienne cuddled silently, tears of joy and spent passion flooding their eyes. They kissed the wetness from each other's cheeks and wiped the wild locks from each other's brows, words for the moment a needless distraction. Savoring the emotions rising within they settled together gazing into the limitless pleasure of the love in their eyes for each other. "I didn't imagine it could be that good," Sarah sighed at last moving her hand in a tender caress over Vi's cheek. "I did." Vi smiled softly. "I knew from the very beginning when I first saw The Passion-Flower and the way you danced on the grass before dinner that night. There's a woman with passion, a woman like me. Didn't you ever guess that you were 'bi' until now?" "You're special, Vivienne" "But you must have been attracted to women before. The Passion-Flower isn't just a painting of a flower. It's this." Vi laid her hand on Sarah's vulva and stroked it softly. "I know," Sarah smiled into the caress. "At least I know it now. When I started painting flower pieces they were just beautiful blooms. That's about all anyone would hang in a gallery. But then I started really looking at flowers and something happened that I wasn't really aware of. It wasn't in my consciousness but it was in my work. That's what you saw and that's why we're here like this. Perhaps I was always like this and never knew it or wouldn't admit it. I don't know. I was trained to look at women with an artist's eye, for me utterly beautiful shapes, but I never fell in love with a girl before you." "And now that you have?" Vi smiled questioningly, stroking Sarah's hair, caressing it to the shape of her crown. "I'm so happy," Sarah whispered. "I love you, Sarah, and I love making love with you." "I don't usually come so quick but then how often have I slept with the most gorgeous girl on this earth. You can't blame me." "Well, we've made love three times if you don't count the 'spike' and our threesomes so far," Vi sighed. "I don't count the fucks. I only make love with you. Not bad when you figure we've only known each other a month and we were apart for two weeks," Sarah laughed and cuddled luxuriously into Vi's arms. "And when you're not making love with me but with Cliff?" "That's just fucking, and I love that too," "I know," Vi giggled, "me too." They whispered happily then for a time, like schoolgirls to stave off the separation of sleep, until finally undeniable slumber overcame them. ***** They roused to the sounds of birds calling, to a flood of warm morning light suffusing their chamber. The sounds were exotic, parrots, monkeys, all manner of creatures never seen in the forests about Plainfield. Sarah blinked her eyes open and the scene from the broad windows facing her swam slowly into her consciousness. Tropical treetops lifted their luxuriant foliage before her and she gazed out over them to the blue morning sky that lay beyond the curving glass of what must be a gigantic herbarium. Water sounds flowed, the distant rush of a waterfall, a babbling brook, the movement of air, and voices. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 12 Chapter 12: The Patron Pursues His Pleasures of Passion. The Patron, finishing the last of his dinner and relaxing with his glass of Chardonnay, viewed these beauties dawdling upon the monitor before him, their images life-size in the screen. The Patron sipped the wine with more than satisfaction. The display this afternoon with the three guys had been all that he had hoped for. This recording would be a treasure, a new entertainment at the next soiree. Most interestingly Sarah had shown herself as a woman well versed in the Shakti positions, undoubtedly she was a disciple of Tantric sex. He had marveled at the delicious strength, mobility, and suppleness of her pelvis and thighs in her movements upon Stephen's huge phallus, the aggressive energetic eagerness of her thrusts upon him. Much might be expected of her. And as for the girl Vivienne, her own display of youthful lust for anal invasion added a nice piquancy to the entertainment. She was a Shakti, like Sarah, full of spontaneous vibrations that could lead to pure bliss when released. She would be a delight as well when added to the menu for the Connoisseurs. The Patron studied them thoughtfully for some moments. Such lovely, skilled, and enthusiastic amateurs were even more satisfying than the professionals when it came to entertainment. He turned, spoke into his intercom and left the room, leaving the huge display of monitors to record the endless intimacies of Bountiful Towers. Evening had descended upon Bountiful Towers as Sarah and Vi emerged from their bath and stood by their windows in soft white robes watching the last streaks of light in the sky and the shadows filling the garden below This room was more like an art supply store than a workplace. Every conceivable painter's aid lay before her. The easel was a magnificent affair. A rack held a variety of stretched canvases and she pulled one out and held it before her. The gray-white mat surface pulled at her and she placed it on the easel staring at it disconsolately. The taboret loaded with brushes stood invitingly beside the easel. In a way her hands itched to handle the brushes but the inspiration was lacking, her muse was busy elsewhere. A strange foreign mood had overcome her. Somehow the commission and The Court seemed very far away. She had a memory of her urgency to connect with them but the necessity of it was fading into a comfortable indifference to such things. The pleasures surrounding them seemed to be increasingly all that was important right now. She wondered if Vivienne felt the same way. She must remember to ask her. Sarah leaned against the window and gazed aimlessly into the depths of the dark garden below as Vivienne came to her. "Where do you suppose they are," Vi muttered. "Cliff and Zack? Down there fucking their heads off like we were this afternoon," Sarah answered. A gentle tap on the door interrupted them. The supper cart had arrived. But this time it was accompanied by a pair of young women every bit as seductive as the young hunks who had brought them their lunch. The girls were garbed as the boys had been, in white vests and trousers that offered their bodies in the same tempting display that the young men had achieved with their costumes. "Compliments of The Patron," the pretty young woman with a mane of glorious red hair cascading down her back said as she offered a large folio volume in a rich leather binding. "We'll serve ourselves tonight," Sarah replied. The tall brunette with the smoldering eyes and pouty lips wheeled the cart to the table by the windows while Vi accepted the book. "As you wish ma'am. Is there's anything else?" "We'll ring," Sarah finished and the girls left. "I'm famished," she groaned as they settled to the meal. "What's in the book?" "Can't you guess?" Vivienne smiled. "Dirty pictures," Sarah offered sanguinely attacking the savory broiled salmon before her. "Erotica," Vi corrected her. " Speaking of which would you be interested in visiting The Baths tonight?" Sarah proposed. The tour that the guys had given them yesterday had touched on the Baths but they had seen little of what was offered. "Why not," Vi shrugged. "What did you have in mind?" "To see what we can see," Sarah answered noncommittally. "What shall we wear?" "I've got my eye on that sheer ankle length indigo rayon dress with the high halter neck. The one with the open back and the flare at the hem and those rows of gorgeous damask roses on the bias." "Oh yes, Vi. You'll look smashing with your long dark hair. I can't wait to see you in it!" As soon as they finished their meal they left the table and found the dress. "Well if you're going to wear that then how about if I wear this?" Sarah pulled out the pale gold silk ankle length off-the-shoulder dress with the print of bamboo leaves over the left breast and on the bias down the right leg to the hem. We'll be the talk of the forum in these numbers," Vi crooned. An hour later they studied the dramatic and elegant effect of their appearance in the bank of mirrors by the bed. The fit of the dresses outlined their shapes but only hinted at all the enticing details beneath. The simple sheath harmonizing beautifully with the honey gold tints of Sarah's hair, left her right shoulder bare, its pale gold over her bosom shading off into white over her hips and merging again into pale gold below her knees. The effect was to subtly direct attention to her loins in the front and her buttocks in the back while keeping them chastely concealed. And the spray of bamboo leaves over her bosom hinted nicely at the curves of her breasts. The effect was similar for Vivienne. The rows of deep indigo roses against the paler background molding on the bias across her breasts, her hips, her loins, her thighs, and her calves offered a muted symphony of her charms. "Well let's see what else this place has to offer," Sarah muttered as she touched the intercom button and summoned the young women attendants to guide them to the Baths. **** Vavosar Feake hunched over the wheel of his car and stared disconsolately at the dismal aspect of Ryker Park. The stake-out was a bust. No one resembling the women in Trapnell's transmission had appeared. He glanced down at the photos of Katia and Denise on the seat for the hundredth time. He didn't even know why he was here. There was no warrant out for them anyhow, unlike the Murdock woman. He would have left hours ago if it hadn't been for the tape of the shoe-store sting Trapnell had just sent him. He had played it and replayed it on his car's monitor. That Sarah Murdock would be well worth whatever it took to find her for sure. He glanced again at Sarah's photo beside the girl's. If the Cornucopians didn't want her he knew who did. She would fetch a fine price in quarters that Trapnell knew nothing of. In fact the tape of Sarah Murdock had whetted his own appetite in many ways. Feake chewed his lip in frustration. There was no way the woman could just disappear along with her husband from the apartment in Southshore and not turn up somewhere else. But she sure as hell wasn't going to turn up in this god-forsaken dump. The evening seemed even gloomier here under all these damn trees and narrow old streets. There was still light in the sky but the houses were almost lost in the shadows, the park an impenetrable wall of darkness. His hand reached for the ignition, there was no way he was going to see anyone now. Suddenly a pair of headlights stabbed through the gloom off to his right. He watched the beams flickering distantly through the trees, growing more distinct as the car pulled out onto Ryker from a driveway that he had totally missed. The car, an expensive late model Webster, turned onto Ryker and passed directly in front of him but it was impossible to see the driver. Feake nudged his car into motion, crept out onto the street and cruised past the park to where the obscured driveway turned off and led into the woods. Picking up the flash-light he aimed its beam through the trees and there, barely visible, was a dark decrepit little house with a long garage beside it. Odd, he thought. You could put eight cars in that shed, and who would own a 2070 Webster in this trashy neighborhood? Feake licked his lips and let his car coast to a stop in the shrubbery. Silence and darkness surrounded him as he watched and waited. Coverly cruised down the street, the anxiety that had assailed him all day settling into determination. The failure of Vivienne and the Murdocks to return to The Court last night without sending him word was utterly incomprehensible. Katia and her dancers had not seen them after the reception and Orcutt's cryptic message had only raised his misgivings. He was determined to go to the Towers and know for himself that they were all right. The feeling that something was deeply amiss haunted him. **** When the girls arrived at the suite to conduct Sarah and Vivienne to the Baths they had exchanged their vests and trousers for simple loose, high-wasted, sleeveless, linen dresses with square necklines and deep side slits. The pale cream of their costumes offered a harmonious setting for the dramatic elegance of Sarah's and Vi's dresses, and they made a striking quartet making their way to the Baths. The lush ripeness of Sarah and Vivienne played handsomely against the fresh youth of these girls in their late teens. Sarah studied the way the girl in front of her had combed her dark hair back in a twist leaving generous bangs over her forehead. As if sensing Sarah's attention she turned her head and smiled. "My name is Maya. If you like I will be your attendant this evening." There was a smoldering sensuality in her soft brown eyes under her fine well-shaped eyebrows, and she had an extraordinarily lovely mouth with a generous upper lip curving delightfully over the whiteness of her teeth and the inviting fullness of her lower lip, a mouth made for loving Sarah decided. Her face was slim with high cheekbones, a straight classic nose, and a small chin that dimpled beneath the fullness of her lower lip. Maya was taller than herself with a long slim neck and delicate shoulders. Except for her slim bare back her figure was concealed in her loose creamy dress. "Thank you Maya," Sarah replied. "I've never had an attendant before. I'm looking forward to it." Maya silently tossed another of her lovely smiles over her shoulder to Sarah. "And I am Lisa, " the redhead offered with a toss of her luxuriantly abundant chestnut curls. Definitely taller than Vi, her green-blue eyes glanced mischievously from beneath her finely arched brows and she laughed with an almost impudent gaiety. In repose her mouth curved sumptuously, her lower lip full and broad under the luscious high curves of her upper lip. She had a high forehead and high cheekbones that tapered to her round chin. Her neck had an energetic strength to it that contrasted with the delicacy of her shoulders, and like Maya her figure was concealed by the drape of her dress. "So what can we expect at the baths, Lisa?" Vivienne queried. "Well, everyone goes there most every day to socialize," Lisa glanced back. "There's games if you want to exercise, and masseurs if you want a massage, and then when you're ready to bathe we go to the Tepidarium where the air is quite warm, and after that to the Calidarium where the air is hot, and then to the Laconicum, which is like a sauna where you really sweat. After that we take a warm bath and wash with a good soap. And then we go the Frigidarium and cool in the water. And if you feel like it you can take a swim in the Natatio. Then we oil our skins to keep them soft. Afterwards if you like games you can play chess or cards, or you can visit the gallery upstairs and the libraries and the reading rooms. There are rooms for music and poetry and teaching, and for...other things..." Lisa tossed another one of her generously impudent smiles at them and raised her neat brows knowingly, "...and best of all the Baths are where you learn all the gossip and all the naughty scandalous things that are going on here in the Towers." Her clear laugh embraced them as Maya added, "And it's where everybody flirts and you meet the most delicious people." The girls exchanged glances and giggled. The glance that passed between Sarah and Vivienne was of surprise and pleased expectation that turned to awe as they passed into the Thermae from its grand entrance. Before them a beautiful mosaic floor in an intricate pattern of crescents led to a magnificent arch that stretched three stories above them to the vaults of the ceiling, and beyond the arch shimmered the cool waters of the Frigidarium. Bathers strolled about the spacious room into which they had entered in every manner of dress other than bathing suits. The women wore dresses long and short; the men robes, tunics, or shorts. They stood in couples and groups chatting and watching, and when Sarah, Vi, and the girls entered all heads turned to them. "Now we begin the baths and the Tepidarium is first," Lisa announced leading them to its warm ambiance. The room was large and filled with bathers but there were little alcoves and chambers here and there and when they found one that was empty they slipped into it. "May I help you out of your dress, ma'am?" Maya offered. "If you like, Maya," Sarah responded submitting to the pampering with pleasure as the girl carefully lifted Sarah's dress and slipped it off over her shoulders, observing Maya's appreciative appraisal of the revelation of her body, noting that Vivienne was undergoing the same pampering under Lisa's hands and eyes. Now it was the girls' turn to offer the revelation of their bodies and Sarah and Vi were equally bold in looking these young women over as they shed their dresses. For all her delicacy Maya was a low slung round-breasted beauty with lilting upturned nipples. She dropped her gown and stepped out of it with an easy erect grace, her body tanned to a light bronze, fresh with the firmness of youth. She carried a neatly trimmed little swirl of hair upon her mons that formed a lovely accent for the graceful roundness of her thighs and calves. The red tints in Lisa's chestnut hair bloomed as well in her rosy fair skin and in the little flat tuft she had left upon her delta. Smaller breasted than Maya her nipples were as generous but paler. She was long through the belly and loins. The focus in her figure centered upon her generous sex, and in all her movements it was if she was offering her loins to the viewer. "We're ready for the Caladarium," Maya laughed with a gesture at the arch opening before them, offering her hands to Sarah. She took the girl's hands in hers, Lisa seized Vi's hand and together they entered a huge round chamber where the dry air was noticeably hotter. Here the bathers sprawled in the dim light on long couches in various stages of undress, though none as naked as themselves. Sarah's eyes roamed the room, following the huge marble columns up to the round vault of the unbelievably ornate lighted ceiling above where a gorgeous fresco of nude nymphs entwined in an eternally erotic embrace. The artist, a superb craftsman, had left no caress to the imagination. Every erogenous zone, every embrace of the mouth, the breasts, the vulva, the buttocks were offered for the viewer's inspection and delight. The scene was one enormous display of female sexual excitement and gratification. Casting her gaze about this huge circular room Sarah observed the bathers reclining in the heat, many engaged in embraces mirroring those upon the ceiling, others reclined quietly, simply soaking up the warmth. On the couches next to them a woman reclined on her back, while another seated beside her gazed adoringly into her eyes, while yet a third gazed with rapt desire at her companions. A pair of empty couches beckoned ahead of them and Sarah was well aware of the heads turning to appraise their naked charms as they made their way through the crowd of loungers to the feast of lesbian love with these luscious beauties escorting them. ***** Just beyond the walls of the bathrooms the cool waters of the Frigidarium rippled with the movements of the bathers. Orcutt stood in the grand archway scanning the crowd for The Patron's guests. Patiently he sorted through the familiar faces and figures without success. Vivienne Valienti, Sarah Murdock and the girls were in the Clidarium of course, they'd been there for over an hour already and by looks of things on the monitors they'd be there a lot longer. But it wasn't the women he sought. They were well occupied and that was what mattered. It was the men he needed but he only knew what one of them looked like. This lapse in security was most distressing. Murdock had been well tracked but Zack Herman had simply disappeared and of course no one knew what he looked like since he had arrived disguised as Hermes. Most oddly no unaccounted for strangers had appeared amongst the other newly arrived guests of which there was quite a number. Orcutt sighed with discontent. Zack Herman was the one he most wanted. Perhaps he and Murdock were in the Natatio. Orcutt paced his way to the swimming pool and there he soon spied Murdock's bright blonde head bobbing in the embrace of two young ladies. A nubile young lass stood conveniently at the edge of the pool and Orcutt commandeered her to fetch Murdock. Moments later they stood face to face. "Mr. Murdock I trust you are enjoying yourself?" Cliff nodded. "Have you seen Mr. Herman?" Cliff shook his head. "Not since last night. But of course I've been... occupied. In fact I haven't seen Sarah or Vi either." "I know," Orcutt replied disingenuously "the Towers are so vast and the entertainment's so engrossing that it is easy to lose tract of one another for days at a time. I wonder if you would be so good as to reassure Mr. Coverly who has arrived here to inquire about your decision to visit us that everyone is well looked after." Cliff glanced out over the pond at the two sleek heads bobbing in the waters. A slender arm lifted and waved happily at him as he turned back to Orcutt. "Be happy to," he replied. Half an hour later Coverly left Bountiful Towers more upset than ever. Murdock's jaunty reassurances had done little to quell his misgivings about Vivienne's and Sarah's welfare. The fact that Cliff hadn't seen Zack for hours was not surprising. No one could keep track of him. But everyone at The Court was well aware of the power of the entertainment's at the Towers to entrap even the most sophisticated connoisseurs of pleasure. Vivienne was sorely needed at The Court and he had no intention of losing her to The Patron. Somehow he must penetrate the wall of security at the Towers and get to Vivienne and Sarah. As his mind turned over the possibilities his thoughts settled on Katia and her dancers. But two weeks was such a long time before they were to perform at the Grotto Theater that anything could happen. If only he could find Zack there was a chance that he could do something. Grimly Coverly aimed the MacLane into the gloom of Old-Town and threaded his way back to The Court. Slumber had entrapped Feake. His head nodded over the wheel of his parked car as the headlights of the occasional oncoming car passed over his unseeing eyes. Yet his senses roused instantly when the headlights slowed and turned abruptly in front of him. He watched the tail-lights of the MacLane bounce slowly over the rough drive but they didn't wink out when the car came to the garage, instead the headlights continued probing deeper and deeper into the darkness and then there was nothing but an occasional flicker that moved deep within the park before even that disappeared. The cool night chill enveloped Feake as he got out of his car and followed the drive to where it ended far past the house and the garage. There, barely visible in the dark, a cobble stone path led off into the deep shadows. Feake followed it, his feet stumbling on the rough stones, and it seemed to go on forever into the black. He would have missed the tunnel in the laurel hedge if the moon hadn't come out over The Court and sent a glimmer of light through the arbor. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 13 Chapter 13 Feake feasts on Denise The Patron pageants Sarah and Vi The cottages and the Tower House lay utterly open to Feake's scrutiny from the concealing shelter of the garden shed. He focused the little binoculars that he had dredged from the depths of his sack on one window after the other spying on whatever he could see. As the men and women of The Court went about their work he satisfied himself that he had stumbled first off on the prize that he had sought; yet nowhere was the elusive Sarah to be seen. On the other hand what could be seen, and very easily from where he now hid, was the cottage where the girls that he had seen in the pond went for their dancing lesson. And one of them that Trapnell's transmission had included was their teacher. Even as he watched the other girl, the young one in the transmission, entered the cottage with a young man. The afternoon sun glinted off the windows turning them into blinding mirrors as Feake dropped the binoculars and looked for a more satisfactory tool for his needs. Soon The Court was echoing to the alluring sound of the piano as the music from Lykanion's variation streamed from the cottage. Within the cottage Denise in leotards and Floyd in his dancing tights were rehearsing their pas-de-deux under Katia's watchful eyes. She had little to say, their skill and interpretation had improved with every rehearsal until the result fairly smoldered. The Patron, Orcutt, and the audience at the Grotto Theater would be captivated tomorrow night. She had of course enlarged upon the choreography, expanded the dance and the result was steaming. She noted with satisfaction that Floyd had already reached his usual erection under Denise's seductive movements, though they were dancing clothed instead of with nothing but the veil between them. Letting them work through to the end Katia went back to an enchainment for a little touching up that ended the rehearsal. Floyd picked up his satchel and left, and Denise went to the shower. From the rose hedge outside the cottage Feake could hear the water splashing as he trimmed and snipped at the bushes working ever closer to the windows near what he took to be the bathroom. The sashes had been lifted in the warmth and he heard the water cease and the shower door open. He glanced around. The bushes towered around him in the concealing arbor as he crept to the window and glanced within at what was a bedroom. The girl stood there toweling herself and as she turned he saw that she was 'the other one', the young one, in Trapnell's photos. As Denise dropped the towel and turned to paw through her satchel on the bed he saw that while she was young she had the ripe body of a woman. He heard her sigh as she pulled out a dress of some sort, and then watched her flop back on the bed. She lay quietly with her loins facing him, her feet dangling to the floor. He stared ecstatically at the full revelation of her generous pussy lips and bulging clit, and at the rise of her firm petite breasts and rosy nipples. She sighed again and her arms moved restlessly over the coverlet. She raised one hand and let it drop negligently to her breast and her fingers began to toy with her nipple. Instantly Feake saw the rosy blush bloom into a dark hard bud, and then her other hand wrought the same transformation on her other nipple. She stayed there then with both hands for some time, tugging, pulling, and rubbing with her palms until her knees began to lift as her buttocks tightened rolling her pelvis up even more into his gaze. Open-mouthed Feake absorbed the spectacle, his fat hands sweating on the pruning shears. He waited breathlessly for a hand to leave her nipple and drop to the luxuriant folds that he could glimpse between her thighs and then with a roll of her head it happened. She was touching herself there between her legs, fondling, fingering, playing, and he felt his heart pumping. Denise shoved herself back on the bed and lifted her bare feet to the mattress. Her knees gaped open even wider as she fell to the pleasure of playing with her labia. Feake saw her lips swell, lift, and part, as her finger slid into her slit and traveled briskly up and down its generous length before lighting upon her clitoris. Then she began working hard on it with her fingers, rubbing in swift swirls and pausing, and then beginning again even harder until her labia were flapping with the vigor of her caresses. Feake kept trying to see into that dark gap but she just looked all pale pink and glistening with fluid. Then the door opened. Denise gasped as Katia stood there with a bundle of towels in her arms looking down at her. "Oh my God!," Denise moaned, her legs collapsed and she rolled over on her side away from Katia. "Oh! I'm sorry Denise. I didn't know you were still in here." "I'm so embarrassed!" the girl groaned. "Why?" Katia answered as she came to the bed and sat down beside Denise. "I do it all the time. Everybody does." "I know," Denise sighed rolling over on her back to look at Katia. "It's just that I get so sexed-up in the Lykanion pas-de-deux. I just have to satisfy myself." "Do you have a boy-friend, dear?" Katia smiled as she stroked the Denise's wet hair from her forehead. "Oh, not really. Not that way. I've been too busy learning to dance to have time for boys." Katia sighed. "I know how that is!" "Besides," Denise looked away as a deep blush suffused her bosom. "I'm still a virgin...!" The words hovered in the silence as Feake let the incredible news settle into his brain. A virgin! A hot little virgin! Suddenly Sarah Murdock faded as Denise's stock soared in the black market of forbidden sex. But he didn't dare peep into the open window with both of them there like that. "...and my damn hand is so boring!" Denise finished with a pout. Katia laughed. "Yes darling I know how that is too. That's one of the prices we dancers pay for our art sometimes." "Well I'm getting tired of it." Denise pouted again. "I love sex, but I don't get any except when I'm dancing." "Maybe we should leave it that way." "I have to know what it's like. Besides I need it. It's crazy! I'm dancing Lykanion whose practically a whore and I've never been fucked! I almost lost my cherry at the Towers when this guy dressed like harlequin tried to rape me. He had me nearly naked with his cock thrusting at my cunt but Zack saved me. So I'm still a virgin." "I know dear. I heard all about it and everyone at the Towers knows you're still a virgin." A slow smile touched Katia's lips as the inspiration dawned within her. "Tell me dear if you weren't a virgin would you let Floyd really fuck you onstage instead of just pretending?" "Ooooh! That would be cool wouldn't it!" Denise gasped. "I'll tell you what would be even more cool darling. Everyone in that audience knows you're a virgin so if Floyd really fucks you they would be watching him take your maidenhead. Could you handle that sweetie?" "And when he finished fucking me his cock would be all bloody wouldn't it?" "Yes, and what would you do to it dear?" "I'd take it in my hands and lick my blood and his cum with my tongue," Denise murmured. "Yes, dear, and when you had finished the curtain would come down." "Wow!" Denise exclaimed. "So when do we rehearse that?" "No rehearsal darling. That's for you to improvise with Floyd. Just whisper 'Fuck Me' in his ear and give yourself to him." "Would it hurt?" "It might. Let me see your hymen sweetheart," Katia urged. With a sigh Denise spread her legs and Katia settled herself between the girl's lovely thighs. Her fingers probed at Denise's labia spreading their fullness to expose the girl's generous pink and the taut entrance to her vagina. "All right, darling. How does this feel?" Katia fingers traced the arch of Denise's outer lips from her mons down between her thighs and back up again, making long oval caresses upon the girl's bulging curves. "Oh! It feels like more!" Denise sighed spreading her knees, her feet lifting to carry her legs over Katia's back, her eyes closing dreamily. As for feeling better Feake's cock was feeling marvelous now that he it out and in his hand. He had heard every word that passed between the girl and her teacher and now his head lifted cautiously to the open window, his peeks assuring him that the girl and the woman were too occupied with each other to see him and he had an unobstructed view of their lovemaking his phallus stiffening mightily. He watched Katia slip her forefinger into the crease between the girl's outer lips and her inner petals and stroke down to the bottom and up toher clit, making the journey several times as Denise's petals lifted to Katia's touch. The girl was already very moist from her own masturbation's and Katia's caresses wetted her even more. Denise sighed. "That's nice." And then Katia slipped two fingers between Denise's petals and parted her slit by sliding softly up and down within it pushing her pussy-lips apart. "That feels even better," Denise groaned her buttocks rolling her clit into Katia's touch. And then Katia spread the girl and slid three fingers side by side over the pink wet juicy opening of her vulva. "Oooh," Denise groaned. "That's so good! Again!" And her fingers moved to stroke softly over the back of Katia's caressing hand. "Play with your nipples Denise. It will feel even better." "I know!" the girl whispered as she slid her fingers up her body to her breasts and pinched her nipples. "Do you like me?" Denise murmured. "You're beautiful, dear." "Can you see my hymen?" "Not very well." "I want you to look at it." "You'll have to move up in the bed so I can snuggle my face between your legs, sweetheart." Denise quickly pushed herself up in the bed and excitedly laid back feeling Katia's fingers playing again with her petals, opening them, and stroking inside. And then they moved down to where that very small opening was. Reverently Katia touched the thin pale veil that partially covered Denise's vagina and glanced up into the girl's expectant face. "Why are you saving it dear?" "I want it to be really special. Not just a fuck with some guy." "Would a fuck on-stage with Floyd be special enough?" "Oh God Yes!" Denise gasped. "Thank goodness for Zack saving your maidenhead," Katia murmured as she moistened her finger and stroked it softly. "Your cherry is so sweet, Denise." "Katia?" Denise whispered. "Yes darling." "Would you kiss it for me? Please?" "If you want me to." "Yes...I do!" Denise cried. Katia lowered her face to the girl's vulva. Wetting her lips and soaking her tongue in saliva she very gently kissed the shimmering veil. Feake's cock jerked in his hands and his eyes bulged in their sockets as he watched the girl's hands move down to hold the woman's head between her legs. "Did you like that, Denise?" Katia murmured feeling the girl's hands stroking in her hair. "Again!" was all the girl could say. Obediently Katia stroked her tongue around the opening, widening the caress this time, and the next and the next until she was licking the entire inside of Denise's inner lips. "Make me come, Katia. Please!" Denise pleaded. Slipping her arms underneath and around the girl's thighs so that her hands parted Denise's legs even more Katia let herself go. She buried her face in the sweet heat so that her cheeks were soaked with the girl's abundant flow, licking and sucking wildly. Every movement brought a moan from Denise. And she wasn't shy about giving voice to her pleasure. Outside Feake's ears rang with the sounds as the girl's excitement mounted with every movement of the woman's head between her thighs, and when the woman's movements nearly stilled at last he saw that her mouth was on the girl's clitoris. The girl's hips were swaying wildly now, her thighs closing and opening and then spreading again as her hands held the woman on the center of her pleasure. "Are you kissing my Cherry goodbye?" Denise wailed. "Yes darling, and I'm kissing your cunt hello!" Katia slurped hungrily over the feast under her tongue. Denise felt her orgasm building from deep within her. This was going to be a come like she had never had before. She nursed it, played with it, held it off and pulled it to her. The triumph of Daphnis and his ecstatic union with Chloe filled her as the music from the ballet echoed in her memory. The wild orgy with pirates ravished her, she was a bacchante now wild with passion her hips thrusting and lurching in her lover's embrace. Higher and higher, faster and faster, swooping from one peak to the next, the timpani thundering within her, her crescendo rose relentlessly pounding harder and harder. The trumpets blared, the flutes wailed, the tambourines shook, the women cried in ecstasy as Denise's climax thundered down upon her and the joyous tumult lifted her into rapture. Feake's eyes glazed, his mouth gaped and his cum splattered the wall in front of him as he watched the wild lovemaking between the girl and the women. Their strength, their power, their wild athletic abandon as they rolled and flailed about on the bed. The woman never relinquishing her embrace of the girl's hips thrashing ecstatically in her arms, her mouth never leaving the hot hard center of the girl's cunt. Then the fucking was over but he could hardly bear to tear his eyes away from them and hide again as he retreated from the window. If he had dared to stay he would have seen Katia lift her mouth from Denise's loins and kiss the girl's mouth rapturously. "Oh that's the best class I ever had!" Denise moaned returning the caress with ardor. "Let's do your hair," Katia laughed as Feake drifted away from the rose arbor his mind awhirl with the possibilities. The virgin was marketable above his wildest dreams. Tonight he had urgent business in the Shantytown. ***** The sun set gloriously over Plainfield that evening. The sky was filled with clear azure tones above the clouds streaked with rose, mauves, and deep purples. From the open space of his hanging garden The Patron stared up at the beauty with deep content. Beneath him lay the endless pleasures of Bountiful Towers, all a tribute to his endless inventiveness and attention to the needs of his supporters. It was a massive undertaking, a huge responsibility, and a very sensitive one. His gaze drifted over the New City to the dark circle of Old-Town at its center. The Court lay somewhere under that dark shadow. And these two recent contributions in the form of Sarah and Vivienne had opened his eyes even more to its importance. One never knew where the talent would come from but the demand was unceasing and the supply was shrinking. Beauty was of course only one consideration, the other was that erotic sense, that quality of sensuous surrender so rare in these times. The Measures had worked all too well to erase such tendencies in most women, generations of schooling in guilt and shame from the time they were youngsters was having an effect. The talent pool was shrinking dramatically in all classes. He rose from his chair and crossed to the Shantytown side of the garden. Far below him the slum sprawled away as far as he could see into the slowly gathering dusk. Where education hadn't succeeded the Warden's had. Still it was a huge population pool. There should be more talent out there. There were rumors of course, rumors of a black market with international connections especially for white women in the East, Middle East, and Africa that was draining away the prospects. The quality of sensuousness was everywhere even more to be prized than beauty, not only by the most sophisticated of the Cornucopians, but by more and more of the connoisseurs around the world. So when one combined sensuousness, beauty, and some special talent or education the woman would be a prize indeed. In that respect the women of such places as The Court were gems. There were few women in Bountiful Towers equally as beautiful as Sarah Murdock or Vivienne Valiente he mused, and in these first few days they had displayed the sensuously erotic natures most highly prized here. They would be totally the slaves of pleasure in another week or two, having lost all desire to return to the outer world. In the meantime their enthusiastic displays of sensual lovemaking were most entertaining and highly promising auguries of the future. The Patron wandered back to his table and seated himself. The young women began to serve his dinner and as he ate he contemplated sampling not only the dishes before him but the fresh pleasures of the young women in The Suite below. Sarah's and Vi's petite curvaceous bodies were particularly to his taste, and the more he had seen of their dispositions the more he had been intrigued. He was roused from these pleasurable meditations by a message from Orcutt on the display monitor near his table announcing the rescheduling of Vyrobrovna's ballet for tomorrow night. Katia was promising a new sensational sensation for the old audience. The Patron nodded to himself with satisfaction. He would attend again himself. Sarah roused at the sound of the showers in The Suite and found herself snuggled in Vi's arms. They were alone in the bed. The girls had cleared away the candles, the jewelry, and the veils but the scents of the perfumes and incense still hovered in the room. It was late, after midnight, but Sarah felt refreshed by the nap and soon came wide awake as Vi stirred and stretched, and Maya came into the room. "Your shower is ready, ma'am." Sarah yawned. "Oh, I'll wait till morning, dear." Maya looked at her wide eyed. "I think you will want to bathe, ma'am. And I will help you pick out a dress, and do your hair and help you with all the rest." "Where am I going?" Sarah exclaimed. "The Patron has offered his compliments," Maya explained soberly. "His compliments?" "He requests your attendance, in The Penthouse Ma'am. You and Mademoiselle." There was more than a little awe in the girl's voice. Vivienne had roused and was sitting up beside Sarah as they exchanged glances. "Do you know why he wants us to visit him at this late hour?" Vivienne asked. "No ma'am, I don't. But I can guess." Maya raised her eyebrows suggestively. "What!" Sarah and Vi chorused together. "No one refuses The Patron, ma'am. It's just not done. Besides he hardly ever asks so I'm told. It's quite an honor here in the Towers ma'am." "What are we," Sarah exclaimed "prostitutes?" "We're courtesans ma'am." "I don't see the difference do you?" Vi laughed. "No," Sarah said as she slid out of the bed and stretched, "I don't." Up until now all the lovemaking, all the sex had been at their disposal. They had been in charge. It had been for them, for their pleasure. To receive and give pleasure as they chose. She held out her hands to Vivienne., "This should be different," she laughed wryly. "What does The Patron like?" Vi queried Maya archly. "I don't know, ma'am." "You mean he's never fucked you?" "No. He only fucks very special girls." "Well he doesn't know what he's missing," Vi laughed planting a soft kiss on Maya's mouth as they strolled into the bath. An hour later they emerged. Vi in a lightweight, short, shaped light blue jacket with long sleeves and white slacks that gave her a casual but restrained elegance; Sarah in a long white knit dress with a flared skirt, a scooped neck, and a relaxed long sleeved tie-front shirt for an ultra feminine grace. Sarah wore her hair up and held at the back with a band, Vi's trailed about her shoulders in long curling soft ringlets. Maya and Lisa gazed at each other and at their mistresses with pride as they conducted them to The Penthouse substation and left them there with the attendant. The woman looked them over more than casually as she announced their presence, "You can go up now," she said nodding at the elevator that had opened behind them. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 14 Chapter 14 Denise's virgin vagina! Bustle consumed The Court. Katia flitted from one cottage to the next with errands and instructions and last minute arrangements. Coverly's demand to mount the performance tonight was hardly a surprise after informing him of Denise's new role and its appeal to Orcutt's sensibilities at Bountiful Towers. The costumes, the scenery, everything else they needed was already at the Towers, all she needed to do was ensure that everyone got there on time calling as little attention to themselves as possible. They would follow the same arrangements they had last time. She would send everyone off and follow later with Denise to make sure that nothing was left undone at the last minute. Overhead the sun was well up in the sky. The day would be busy, the night even busier. The excitement of this performance gripped her as she went about her tasks. From the Tower House Coverly watched the old man tilling the flowerbeds in front of Katia's cottage. He hadn't made much of a dent in his tasks as he puttered about and Coverly guessed he wouldn't be around long. A few square meals and no doubt the fellow would be on his way. The dancers straggled from their cottages and headed for class. No rest for them Coverly mused as a couple of them paused by the old man to chat for a moment. From within the Tower House the phone was ringing. Coverly turned quickly to answer it. Hopefully it was Vivienne. Half an hour later he sat disconsolately in the library. There was still no word from her. But certainly Katia would see her tonight. Coverly glanced distractedly out the window at her cottage without noticing that the old man was nowhere to be seen. ***** Bird sounds roused Vivienne as she came fully awake at last in the Penthouse bed where she had spent the night in the orgy with The Patron's guests. From somewhere close-by a parrot had been screeching. As she rolled over she saw their 'appetizer' from last night descending the stairs with a tray in her hands. The girl looked just as good this morning as she had last night only she had exchanged her mini for a little crocheted cover-up dress that left her legs bare from the top of her thighs down. The steaming coffee pot on the tray looked delicious too. "Yum", Sarah murmured beside her and Vi wondered if she meant the girl or the coffee. "Did you have a nice night?" the girl smiled as she approached them. "Did you?" Sarah laughed. "Lovely," the girl offered as she set the tray down and poured the coffee. "If you'd like to freshen up a bit I can show you to the dressing rooms and then you can have brunch." She sat down on the bed with a cup and took a sip of coffee. "You're from The Court, aren't you? Did you know that Vyrobrovna is going to dance 'Daphnis and Chloe' again tonight?" The news struck them both suddenly with a certain resonance. For the moment their 'other life' and The Court seemed very present as they glanced at each other. "We should very much like to see the ballet again," Vivienne replied. The girl nodded. "I'm sure that can be arranged. I understand it will be something very special." They finished their coffee then and followed the young woman to another set of luxurious dressing rooms and baths. Two hours later, bathed, dressed, and pampered beyond belief they strolled into the elevator and descended from The Penthouse to where Maya and Lisa were waiting to take them to the Baths as the sun passed the zenith. Maya glanced roguishly at Sarah as she greeted her. "What was it like ma'am?" "Well we found out what The Patron likes didn't we Vi." "He likes variety, at least two hours of it." Vi giggled "and he likes us at center stage." Maya and Lisa exchanged knowing glances. "Well I can certainly see why," Lisa offered with a salacious glance back at Vi. "Why Lisa are you flirting with me?" "Yes ma'am," she replied with a saucy toss of her chestnut curls. "I think she's propositioning you, ma'am" Maya giggled, "It's been nearly a day since we made love. And she gets awfully horny in just one night." "Are you horny?" Vi teased. "Yes, ma'am." "Well we will have to see what we can do about that. Do you think you can wait until we get to the Baths?" "If I have to..."Lisa sighed with another sparkling glance at Vi. "You won't have to wait much longer, Lisa," Maya exclaimed as they passed into the foyer and the waters of the Frigidarium sparkled before them. "Perhaps we can find some place other than the baths to pass the time," Sarah suggested. "I'm about bathed out." "The Viewing Rooms are nice. It's dark and there's lots of couches," Lisa replied. "What's playing?" Vi asked. "You never know," Maya replied with a wise look at Lisa. The Thermae was even more crowded than when they had first visited it, but Sarah was awed again by the magnificence of the architecture and the incredible scale of the reconstruction. They had stepped back into the era of Epicurean Rome of more than two thousand years ago but clearly with a difference. The structure functioned with all the technology of 2070, and nowhere was she made more aware of this than when they went into the theater off the Tepidarium. As they wandered through the crowd Sarah was increasingly aware of the attention directed their way. People weren't just glancing at them they were staring at them. The looks were bold but friendly. It was as if everyone wanted them to nod and smile and acknowledge their presence. Leading the way Lisa led them through the terraces of couches until she found an empty set rather off to the side and even now a bit into the shadows. Here when the lights went out they would have more than the privacy of darkness for their pleasures. Happily she seated the women and dropped onto the floor between Vivienne and Sarah while Maya cuddled on the seat beside Sarah as they waited for the showing to begin. In time the lights dimmed, the huge screen glowed, and Sarah and Vivienne found themselves staring at the scene of last night's amours. The huge round bed encircled with mirrors filled the screen before them. "Oh my God!," Sarah groaned while Vi sat in stunned silence. Maya glanced at Sarah. "We're going to see just what it was like aren't we, ma'am?" "Well not exactly, dear," Vi sighed. "You'd have to be there to know that." For the next two hours they reviewed their erotic adventures and listened to the audience reaction. For the most part it was ecstatic voyeurism and lubricious audience participation. They were but ten minutes into the screening when Lisa looked pleadingly up at Vi and she opened her legs so the girl could crawl between them and rest her head on her knee. Glancing down Sarah saw that Lisa's skirts were up around her hips and her hand was busy between her legs as she stared at the screen. Sarah guessed that if it hadn't been for Vi's slacks the girl's head would have been equally as busy between Vi's thighs. Awed herself Sarah viewed her image as if she was looking at someone else. Was that really 'me' there with that dark muscular young Adonis from the Mediterranean and that svelte blonde woman from Sweden? What was he she wondered, an athlete, a racecar driver, a wealthy businessman? And what was she, a model, an actress, a politician? Wealthy for sure, they all were. Not just wealthy but rich with a capitol 'R'. As the parade passed before her eyes it dawned upon her that this pleasuring, while it was utterly intense, was also as casual as having a cup of coffee with friends. And privacy was a non-issue. These were important people and only hours after it had happened their sex life was offered for public entertainment. Maybe, she reflected soberly, sex is part of what made them important. If that's the case she mused, Vi and I are right in there with the celebrities of Bountiful Towers and the cornucopian world. At that moment her own adventure with the lovely Tai woman and the Samurai ended and their images faded on the screen into swirls of light and color. The audience sighed. The active lovers surrendered their embraces, for the most part at least, and stood and stretched. The need filled Sarah as well, as much to relieve the sexual tension that had settled within her as to exercise her limbs. She stood, lifted her arms luxuriantly and a little ripple of applause spread out from around her. Wonderingly she listened to it wash across the theater and turned to the sea of faces before her. When she glanced down at Maya she read a new expression in the girl's face. There was desire as before but now there was adoration too. With a shock Sarah realized that in the world of Bountiful Towers she and Vi had become Stars, 'Sex Queens'! From across the theater Cliff received the message with mixed emotions of which the first was that he was missing out. His absorption in the live-cast last night had ripened into fascination as he had returned for the second showing. He waved at Sarah from across the room and watched her clutch her cheeks in dismay as he worked his way to her. "So that's what you have been doing with yourself for the past four days," he offered jovially as he joined them. "Yes," Sarah nodded "the same as you I expect." "Well I didn't get to be a movie star," he chuckled his eyes alighting on Maya and Lisa and moving good-naturedly to Vivienne. "Not for lack of trying, I'm sure," Vi chuckled back at him. "Cliff meet Lisa and Maya, our attendants. Cliff is my husband," Sarah explained as to Cliff's delight the girls actually gave him little curtseys. Vi said, "I think we should go back to The Suite and reconnoiter. Would you like to go the ballet tonight Cliff?" "Well sure! It would be more than treat in such delightful company as this," he offered as his eye took in the four lovely women in front of him. "By the way, where's Zack." "I expect he's here somewhere," Vi said casting her eye out over the crowd. ***** Katia saw the last of her troupe out of The Court by four-o-clock. They'd left by twos and threes in their dusters and plain clothes and caught the buses as planned. They should arrive at The Towers in about an hour and she and Denise by five-thirty. Coverly had come to see them off and remind her again to check on Vivienne. The travel precautions were such a nuisance but she had long ago resigned herself to them. She knew they couldn't have crowds of people coming and going from The Court. They hadn't waited a minute at the stop by the park when the mini-bus pulled up. They were the only passengers and they were on their way at last. Katia glanced at Denise. She hadn't had a chance to spend a moment with her since their little time of rapture yesterday afternoon. "Excited!" Katia asked. "Yes!" Denise enthused. "I can't wait. I'm going to give Floyd such a hard-on that he'll be dancing with it instead of me." Katia giggled. "That's my girl." She patted Denise's firm thigh beneath the duster and Denise caught her hand and held it in hers. Katia sighed. This was nice. They rode in silence then busy with their thoughts gazing out of the side window together. The bumps and the jolts when they came were so hard and so totally unexpected that they hardly knew where to look. Then Katia saw the mini-bus was about to slam into the back of a truck with open rear doors and she screamed. And then they hit and they were rising, careening up into the air. The whole back of the truck was upon them, and as the driver plunged up the ramp into the truck and jolted to a stop. Denise was sobbing beside her but they were all right. There was a movement in the front of the mini-bus as the driver piled out. They saw his head pass by the window beside them and a moment later there were heavy slamming sounds behind them. Katia looked back just in time to see the huge doors wink out the last bit of light and they were in total paralyzing darkness. Unbelievably they began to move. Slowly but surely they were moving, swaying, and bouncing in utter blackness. She wrapped her arms around Denise and pulled the girl to her. "My God! What's happening?" Denise cried. "It's all right Denise. We're okay. You're not hurt are you?" "Noooo, but..."the girl wailed as Katia's whirling mind settled on the incredible. They had been kidnapped! Feake settled his shaking hands upon the steering wheel. The snatch had worked. Just keep cool now. Stay with the traffic. Soon he would have them where no one would find them. He glanced at his side mirror. No problem in sight, none ahead. He took a deep breath. His eyes touched on Bountiful Towers and slipped past the skyscraper to the haze rising from the Shantytown beyond. There was nothing unfamiliar where he was headed. As a Warden and a 'killjoy' he had worked the Shantytown for years and he knew exactly where they wanted him to take his merchandise. And it was choice, he knew it but they didn't. Tarcher was a canny old bastard Feake mused and all Tarcher had to go on was his word that Denise was a hot little virgin. They didn't trust him so the take wasn't what he had expected. But they were getting the other one in the deal too as well so he'd been able to up the ante. All in all it was well worth the risk. And when they got a look at what he was delivering tonight he would get everything he was asking for this pair of beauties. An hour later Feake was easing the truck over the rough winding alleys of what had once been a factory district but was now a converted housing project of sorts. Ingenuity and desperation had transformed empty old warehouses into a rambling slum of rickety apartments, but it was one of several places in the Shantytown where the buildings were big enough to hide a truck and the rest of Tarcher's operation. Feake glanced around. Trucks like this weren't too common in the Shantytown and he was relieved to see the garage opening under the building where Tarcher was supposed to meet him. Gingerly he eased down the ramp into the darkness and turned on the headlights. The beams stabbed out on the emptiness before him. In the pitch darkness of the trapped bus Katia held the trembling Denise in her arms as she struggled with her own fear. They had been shaken and tumbled in the ride but they were unhurt. Now in the dead stillness they waited helplessly at the mercy of their captor while Katia tried to anticipate the next move. Clearly this had nothing to do with The Wardens who had carte blanche to arrest in the open. This abduction could only mean one thing. They had fallen into the hands of The Slavers. Faint sounds reached them from the outside. Then the truck doors behind them rattled and swung open. A brilliant light danced into their faces and held them frozen in its beam as Feake clambered into the bus from the front. He stared at his prizes with satisfaction as they huddled on the seat. "Push her hood back." The unknown voice issued from behind the light flicking onto Denise's face. "You might still get out of this if you don't give me any crap," Feake muttered at Katia and when she didn't move he pulled the hood free from Denise's face her amber curls spilling out in fetching disorder the sight rousing Feake to something other than just his profit. "Take it off," the light flicked meaningfully over Denise's duster. "Can I stand up?" Katia asked and the light swung back to her as she calculated their chances of overpowering him. He was apparently alone. There were two of them, but just one of him. "What do you want.?" she murmured as she slid out of the seat and began slipping the buttons of Denise's duster. Feake silently turned the answer over in his mind. What he wanted more and more was to satisfy his cock upon these beauties before he turned them over to Tarcher, except for the virgin of course. She would have to be delivered as unspoiled goods but there was always her butt. Increasingly he examined the woman removing the girl's duster. The glimpses he'd had of her yesterday and as she was tonguing the girl's clit had revealed a gorgeous body and a hot nature. "What I want is for you to do what I tell you?" "What else can we do?" Katia replied. "Both of you get to the back of the bus." Denise crawled from the seat and he herded them to the broad bench in the rear. A small overhead light flicked on illuminating them as they stood before him, his stocky figure in the shadows not familiar to either of them,. He waved the stun-gun menacing in his hand at Katia, "You," he said, "strip!" Katia didn't look away from him when she dropped her duster. She watched his eyes as she unzipped her shirt and opened it slowly over her bare breasts. And when she let it fall from her shoulders she lifted her bosom and made the movement as seductive as she could as she looked down at the bulge lifting in his groin. "I'll bet you would like a nice blow-job, wouldn't you?" she crooned as Feake stared at her. "Undo his pants, Denise," Katia ordered and the girl moved to obey as readily as if she was in ballet class. With a glance of trust up at Katia Denise knelt in front of Feake and fumbled with his belt. Amazed Feake looked down upon her disheveled hair as the girl unfastened his pants and opened his fly. "Take him out, Denise,." Katia ordered. Feake lifted his arms as the girl fumbled in his pants, grasped his phallus in one hand and with the other pushed his pants down to his ankles. "Give him a good jack-off, Denise." The girl's fondling was inexpert but it was more than enough to bring Feake to full erection. "See what a nice big cock he's got, Denise?" He looked down and watched Denise nod. "She's a virgin," Katia explained to Feake. "she hasn't had that much experience with men. You just stand out of the way, Denise, I'll show you how to suck him and then you can do it." Denise moved aside as Feake stared down at his cock and then expectantly up at Katia. Her kick when it came was delivered with all the strength and exquisite accuracy of a lifetime of ballet training. If this had been football her kick would have been a field goal from the fifty-yard line. Her toes toughened by years of pointe-work slammed into his testicles smashing them into his pubis with paralyzing force. Feake grunted and hung impotently before them, his eyes bulging, his mouth gaping in agony, the stun gun clattering to the floor as he slumped against the seat behind him. "Run, Denise!" Katia screamed as she shoved at his chest toppling him to the floor between the seats as she went for the gun. In an instant they were at the front of the bus clambering out of it. Light glimmered between the open rear doors of the truck and in a moment they were leaping down into the gloom of the space before them. As she rounded the corner of the truck she heard Denise scream. A rough hand closed over her own mouth and another seized her wrist with the gun and she dropped it. Ahead of her two men were literally carrying Denise towards a huge dilapidated old van, and then she was swept off her own feet and hustled to the decrepit wreck herself. ***** Cliff had enjoyed the glances of envy as he escorted Sarah, Vivienne, and the girls from the Baths to The Suite. Once there his quick tour of the apartment's luxury impressed him but not as much as the diverse settings in which he had spent the last four nights. On the other hand the rewards of a night with Sarah, Vivienne, and their two charming attendants would more than compensate for the lack of novelty on this evening at least. He glanced into the studio room, "What are you working on?" "Nothing right now," Sarah answered diffidently. "That's not like you." "I know. My mind has been on other things." "So has her bod," Vi put in, as she wrapped her arms around Sarah. Cliff studied Vivienne in her crisp blue jacket and white slacks cuddling Sarah in her long clingy white tank-dress. What a picture they made. His tantalizing dreams of just a few days ago in The Court had come to realization in ways he never imagined possible. He held out his hands to both of them. They came to him and cuddled under his arms. Across the room Maya and Lisa stood by the table watching, waiting, expectant. The Courts Of Pleasure Ch. 14 "Are you still feeling horny, Lisa?" Sarah asked. For an answer the girl began unbuttoning the placket on the top of her mellow cream dress. "I think we are going to have another adventure girls," Sarah went on, "and its going to be your task to keep him up there while he takes care of Vivienne and me." "Yes ma'am," they chorused together tossing wicked little glances at each other. As for Cliff he was already unbuttoning his shirt and heading for the bedroom. The visions of Sarah and Vivienne's adventures of last night were vivid in his mind. Clearly he had only sampled their talents in The Court. Clearly Sarah was going to include the delectable Maya and Lisa in the pleasuring as well. He kicked off his shoes, dropped his trousers, and turned expectantly as the door-chime sounded though The Suite. Sarah went to the entrance and opened the door upon Orcutt's dark hawkish person. "I'm sorry to disturb you," he commenced with his usual formality that was betrayed in this case by his distraught expression. "but it appears that Vyrobrovna and one of her dancers is missing." "What happened?" Vi exclaimed. "Her troupe arrived on schedule but she hasn't made an appearance. She was due nearly two hours ago. We've checked with the authorities and they have no information. She has simply disappeared." "Who else is missing," Sarah demanded. "A dancer by the name of Denise. If Vyrobrovna doesn't arrive soon we shall have to cancel the performance. Oh dear everyone will be so disappointed," he chafed. "Well I'm sure Katia will arrive in time." Vi said evenly. "By the way would you find Senior Abbado and send him to us please?" "Abbado?" Orcutt questioned in surprise. "Yes we spent an enjoyable afternoon with him yesterday, and we would like to entertain him again." "As you wish," Orcutt mumbled turning away in distraction. They turned to see Cliff standing quite nude in the doorway to the bedroom listening to the exchange. Vi sauntered over to him placed one hand on his shoulder and with other stroked his phallus as she cuddled up to his chest and raised herself to kiss his cheek, "Just go along with whatever I say when Zack comes..." she whispered into his ear as Cliff stared with surprise into her face, and then she turned to the girls. "Lisa, Maya, would you entertain Mr. Murdock until Sarah and I are ready to join you, please." "Yes ma'am" the girls chorused enticingly coming to Cliff and escorting him into the bedroom. "If anyone can find the girls Zack can," Vi whispered to Sarah. "He's got connections I don't even want to know about." "What could have happened to them?" Sarah gasped. Vi shook her head helplessly as they sat down at the table to wait for Zack. The next half hour dragged endlessly for Sarah and Vi and was but a fleeting moment of pleasure for Cliff as he began sampling Lisa's auburn beauty and Maya's brunette charms. He was about to join their mutual cunnilingus when the chime sounded and he heard Zack's voice in the dinning area. But the erotic moment before him was too compelling to leave and soon Cliff could no longer be distracted by anything. For Zack the conclusion was inescapable. As soon as he heard that Denise was missing with Katia that moment at the reception in gallery flashed into his mind. The vision of Harlequin starring at Denise's maidenhead was the most convincing clue to the mystery. Minutes later he had checked out of Bountiful Towers and was on the way to his car. ***** The van decrepit on the outside was resplendent with luxury inside. When Katia could finally toss her hair out of her eyes and look around she stood with her arms pinned behind her back and her breasts bare before the glittering eyes of a strange little man with a head too big for his body. A statuesque blonde beauty stood behind him. Behind Katia Denise squirmed in the arms of her captors. "You come highly recommended," Tarcher smiled as he took in Katia's bosom and the rest of her shapely figure. "Let's have a look at the other one," he added. Denise was shoved into his view, her auburn hair tumbling wildly about her shoulders and her blue-green eyes fixed boldly on Tarcher as she waited. He stroked his wide chin, "So you're the virgin..." he mused. "Well let's see what you have to offer." He gestured negligently at her dress. Denise glanced at Katia who stood defiantly straight her bosom lifted boldly. The statuesque blonde beauty came to Denise and began slipping the buttons. There were nine of them that led from her neck to her crotch and the woman took her time. When they were all undone she opened the dress and looked into Tarcher's face and Katia saw the satisfaction there as he took in Denise's full young breasts, her prominent nipples, her slim shoulders and athletic waist. And of course she had the beautifully developed legs and firm shapely buttocks of a dancer. Suddenly there was a commotion behind them and the van lurched as Feake staggered in amongst them. His fat face, purple and sweaty, glared at Katia and one hand clutched at his groin as he swore under his breath and made for her. But the burly fellows between them grabbed and held him. "Whatsamatter Feake," Tarcher smiled sardonically, "lose the family jewels?" The thugs grinned at him. Nobody in the Shantytown had anything but hatred for Feake and the other 'killjoys' who had preyed on their women for decades. "Gimme my money," Feake gasped, "for the virgin and the other one." Tarcher looked speculatively at the women in front of him. They had the looks all right. But were they hot? And most importantly was the young one really a virgin? He snapped his fingers and pointed at Denise's crotch. The statuesque blonde came alive before Denise. "Drop your drawers, honey," she intoned. Denise gasped and looked at Katia. "She is a virgin!" Katia exclaimed. "I can vouch for it. I had her yesterday afternoon. She has a hymen." Tarcher blinked. Maybe they were as hot as Feake had said. He looked at Denise and saw the blush spreading up her face. "Yeah, well seeing is believing. Since you're so used to getting into her pants you show me," he grunted. Katia stared at him, at the burly men surrounding them, and the laconic blonde beauty who would brook no nonsense if Denise resisted the display of her vulva. Taking Denise by the hand she led the girl around the desk as Tarcher shoved his chair back. "It will be all right, dear," she whispered to Denise. "Put her up on the desk there so I can get a good look at her twat," Tarcher ordered. Slipping her fingers over Denise's waistband she tugged the girl's panties down over her hips and as Katia stripped them from Denise's legs everyone gathered behind Tarcher. "Put your feet up on the desk, babe," he insisted. With a moan of embarrassment Denise closed her eyes, dropped back on her elbows and lifted her feet to the desk. "Lemme see," Tarcher rumbled rolling his chair forward. Roughly his hands came to the girl's knees pushing them apart and sliding up the insides of her thighs, his compatriots crowding in behind him for a glimpse of Denise's treasured hymen. "I'll show you if you'll let me," Denise whimpered. Anything to keep him from touching her, but his hands moved insistently to her vulva and she felt him spreading her lips so wide that she had to fall onto her back. "Well look at that!" Tarcher muttered in satisfied awe as he stared at the thin membrane with the little hole in the center over the entrance to the girl's vagina. That twat would bring big bucks in his business he decided as he contemplated profit versus his own pleasure in deflowering this little chick. Reaching into the drawer he laid the wads of bills on the desk between Denise's legs. With the virgin and the other babe he had plenty of margin for profit no matter what. Feake stumbled forward and gathered up his money, thumbing the wads to make sure they hadn't shorted him. He turned, glared at Katia, shook his fist silently in her face and lurched his way out of the van. Tarcher steepled his hands before his face speculatively as Katia fighting the despair welling up within herself helped the girl down from the desk. He signaled with his hand and one of the thugs opened a door while the others herded Denise and Katia through it. They found themselves trapped in a space not much bigger than a closet as the door closed behind them and Katia wrapped her arms around Denise and held her comfortingly. ****** The dust of the Shantytown settled relentlessly on the car as Zack headed into the labyrinth of rutted roads and twisting lanes. Beyond the ramble of shacks, broken down trailers, and discarded truck bodies that sheltered the denizens of the Shantytown the clusters of abandoned factories loomed before him. The question of which of the half-dozen vice-lords held the girls occupied him as he cruised deeper and deeper into the dusty haze. The old trailer looked as disreputable as all the others around it when he pulled his car in amongst them. And when he got out it was apparent that the svelte Senior Abbado had mutated into the elevator maintenance man from the Towers. From his cap to his greasy coveralls Zack looked the part. He rapped on the ancient tarnished aluminum of the door, waited and rapped again. The curtain over the tiny window moved and the door opened a crack. "Hi Sally. I've got business with Donna," he said and the door swung out to admit him into the garish mini bordello. Inside Sally joined another girl on the couch as Zack turned to the tall slim woman lounging by the table in a sheer black shirt and slacks. "Can we talk?" he asked. Donna smiled. "Sure Zack I've always got time to talk to you. What's on your mind?" she said over her shoulder as she led him to a little room occupied by a bed and a rosy glowing light. The only place to sit was on the bed so Donna stretched out on her belly and patted the space beside her. "I'm onto a real deal Donna, something really big. The slavers have got two women that the Towers wants, and they want them real bad. I need to get to whoever has got them with an offer and right now." Zack dropped a little packet of bills on the bed in front of Donna. She picked it up and riffled it. "For this you get the info and anything else you want," she smiled as she rolled over on her back. Zack gave her breast a little rub and patted her cheek. "I'll take a rain-check on the pleasure, sweetheart, but I've got to get to the slavers before someone else does. Donna nodded and sat up. "Wait here," she smiled as she left "this might take a while." Zack leaned back against the wall and glanced at his watch. There was a movement at the door and he looked up to see Sally resting against the frame. She raised her eyebrows meaningfully and Zack smiled. Donna was always so thoughtful he reflected as the girl slipped onto the bed beside him. An hour later there was a little rap at the door and Donna looked in. "It's Tarcher! He's expecting you," was all she said as Sally rolled off his swollen wet cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Zack patted her firm little butt and dropped a nice tip on the small of her back as he left. ***** Light lanced into the stuffy dark little room as Katia and Denise blinked at the shape standing in the doorway and the silhouette resolved into the statuesque blonde. "Follow me," she said. Trailed by the burly thugs they passed through the room outside and down a narrow hall to a brightly lit space that opened out ahead of them. The space was a sitting area of sorts with a built in divan surrounding a coffee table. The squat little 'boss' sat behind the table and next to him was Zack Herman in greasy coveralls. Instantly Katia made a ballet mime movement with her hand to her face, which Denise knew meant 'Keep your mouth shut', but it was with enormous relief that they both beheld Zack. "So how much do you want for them?" Zack asked laconically. "You couldn't afford them, " Tarcher grunted. "That one there is a virgin!" Zack studied Denise nude except for the tiny panties molded to her delicious twat. "I'm prepared to top any offer you've got," Zack grunted In fact Tarcher did have an offer. A standing offer from the broker who handled the traffic to the Middle East where a hot white virgin was prime goods. Tarcher snorted. "That would take some real loot," he laughed as he looked Denise over again. Zack faced Tarcher. "Look," he said. "My connections are in the Towers. And I'm ready to take this pair but it has to be now, and I want both of them. If that one's a virgin, then you can count on our business from now on. As for loot, how's this for starters?" Zack leaned forward and the diamond rolled out of his hand onto the coffee table. Tarcher licked his lips in surprise. If wasn't paste it was impressive. "There's another one even bigger when we make the exchange," Zack finished as he dropped a loop onto the table beside the gem. Tarcher picked up the diamond and held it to the light while he fumbled for the loop and screwed it into his eye. The ice was the real thing all right. If the other one was bigger, and this guy could deliver on business for the Towers, the future could be even better than he had guessed. "So where do we make this exchange?" Tarcher muttered. "I take the virgin and you take the diamond. You take the other girl and follow me. When I stop we make the exchange." "So where you gonna stop?" Tarcher muttered suspiciously. "Where nothing better go wrong for you or me," Zack returned. "I take the virgin." Tarcher demanded standing up. "Get dusters for em, Mabel," he ordered. Moments later Zack with Katia by his side were watching in the mirrors as Tarcher, Denise, and his thugs followed them in a car through the gathering darkness of Shantytown. Ahead Zack scanned for the familiar shape and then at last as he rounded a curve there was the dark looming black of the Wardens' van right where he thought it would be. He stopped some distance behind it, left the motor running, got out and opened the rear door as Tarcher eased to a stop beside him. Tarcher looked at the Warden's van and grinned knowingly as Zack palmed the other diamond for him and nodded at Denise. At Tarcher's signal they let her out and Zack dropped the gem into Tarcher's palm. "It's the real thing," he said. "So's she," Tarcher muttered as he squinted at the diamond through his loop. "I know!" Zack smiled wisely as he shut his door behind Denise. Tarcher watched Zack's car out of sight with the sinking conviction that the man knew a lot more about the virgin than he had let on. An hour later Zack had dropped Katia and Denise off at The Court and was headed back to the Towers. ***** Coverly watched Katia's troupe mill with restless anxiousness in their dressing room as he peered from under the hood of his duster. Her disappearance had raised his own misgivings about Vivienne to a fever pitch as he waited for the chance to get out into the corridor. Somehow he must find Vivienne. His ruse in accompanying the troupe to the Towers had worked but finding her in this place was something else. He had contemplated revealing himself to Orcutt when the fellow had announced that the performance must be canceled, demanding to be taken to Vivienne but such a move must be a last resort. It was getting late and Coverly was mystified that the troupe hadn't been sent back to The Court yet, an oversight in the confusion, or perhaps caution in this emergency. There was a commotion suddenly in the doorway and Vivienne and Sarah came into the room. "I've heard from Zack," Vivienne announced to the dancers. "Katia and Denise are safe. They are unharmed and are back at The Court." The wave of relief that swept through the room washed over Coverly as he pushed back the hood of his duster and held out his arms to Vivienne. "Aaron," she cried, " what are you doing here?" "More to the point my dear is what are you doing here? We haven't heard from you in days. We are frantic with worry." "Oh it's a long story, Aaron." "Well you must come back now. You can go back with the troupe. I'll stay here with one of the boy's and that will get you and Sarah through the security crap. I simply won't take no for an answer." "What about Zack and Cliff?" Vi gasped. "I'll take care of that." He slipped out of the duster and held it for Vi as the dancers surrounded them. "Find one for Sarah," he ordered. And in a moment both women were draped in the gray concealing garb. "All right everybody else get ready to leave, except you Floyd. You and I will remain behind for the present." Within a few moments the dancers had dressed for travel and everyone settled down to wait for Orcutt to take them down to the departure portal as Coverly and Floyd retired into the bathroom. A long fifteen minutes passed before the door opened on Orcutt's hawkish figure. He counted them as they left the room, fourteen in all, the same number that had arrived, minus Katia and Denise. Satisfied he saw them onto the elevator and sent them down to the departure portal. Heaving a big sigh he glanced at his watch. A miserable night! And now the Patron wanted to see him. Crossing the hall he took the express to The Penthouse. As the van pulled away from the Towers Sarah studied the wall of lights reaching up into the night sky. That life already seemed utterly unreal, unbelievable, unreachable, and yet it existed. She had lived it. There were many hundreds of people up there living it right now. Cliff was still there with Maya and Lisa. He would wake up in the morning with the girls wondering where she was. And so would The Patron. Would she ever live it again? They had only sampled the pleasures of Bountiful Towers in the last few days. Would she ever again know that sybaritic luxury where pleasure was the only end of life? As the van turned into the traffic and headed for The Court the longing for what she had just left mingled with the anticipation of what lay ahead. ***** FUTURE EPISODES AWAIT YOUR INTEREST