“You’re welcome. Does that take away some of the apprehension?”
Sophie laughed again. “Not really, but it certainly increases the excitement.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
They took the U-Bahn and came up to street level in a part of the city they hadn’t visited earlier. G-J led her across a busy road and down a side street, taking out his phone as they walked.
He entered a number and held the phone to his ear. “We’re here.”
Sophie glanced at him. He’d put his phone away without waiting for a reply. Her stomach was tingling with excitement. She was about to have a threesome with two strange men while another man watched, yet she felt no shame or embarrassment.
G-J came to a halt outside a small theatre. The place looked closed, but a side door was being held open by a man wearing blue overalls. As they walked through the door, Sophie felt the man’s eyes on her. She held his gaze for a second, smiled. She wondered if this was one of the men she was about to have sex with. He wasn’t particularly attractive, but it didn’t matter.
A tall, slender woman was waiting by the closed-up ticket office. G-J greeted her warmly and kissed her cheek before turning to Sophie.
“This is Anja. She’s going to help you get ready for your performance.”
The woman held out her hand and smiled. “Sophie, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Hi.” Sophie wondered what Anja was going to do to prepare her. Maybe there’d be some girl-on-girl before the men arrived…
“Please, follow me.” Anja turned to G-J before leaving. “I will see you later, yes?”
He nodded, and Sophie followed Anja up a set of small stairs, along a narrow corridor and through a door. It was a dressing room, the kind Sophie had only ever seen before in old films. There was a chair and dressing table below a mirror with lightbulbs all around it.
In one corner of the small room was a clothes rack with a variety of costumes on hangers.
Anja held up a white towel. “Please, remove all your clothes.”
There was no curtain or screen, so Sophie stood in the middle of the room and stripped completely naked.
Anja passed her the towel and opened the door. “This way.”
Sophie quickly wrapped the towel around her body and followed Anja out into the corridor. They stopped at another door just a few steps further down.
Nodding at the door, Anja looked at Sophie. “In here. And when you’re finished, come back to the dressing room. I’ll leave the door ajar.” With that she walked back in the direction they’d come.
Placing her hand on the door handle, Sophie paused. Would the men be inside, waiting for her on a bed while G-J sat on a chair? She swallowed, pushed the door open. There was nobody else in the room. Sophie laughed at her over-active imagination and walked in. The room was similar in size to the dressing room, but tiled and fitted with six showerheads. It was just a place for people to wash.
Hanging her towel on a peg, she turned on one of the jets and stood under it, the water cascading down her head and body. There were bottles of shampoo and soap on a shelf, and Sophie washed her hair and body thoroughly, removing all the sweat that had built up during her sightseeing excursion.
A few minutes later, her hair still dripping, she returned to the dressing room. Anja handed her a white silk robe and indicated the chair by the mirror.
Sophie sat down. Anja rubbed her hair with a fresh towel and then used a hairdryer.
As Sophie watched, Anja brushed her hair and pinned it up. Then she moved to the side and started to apply makeup, complimenting Sophie on various features of her face—her cheekbones, eyes, mouth.
The makeup session took over twenty minutes and when it was finished Sophie stared into the mirror. She hardly recognised herself.
She actually looked like a ballerina, with very pale foundation and rouged cheekbones. False eyelashes and kohl eye-liner had been applied, followed by thick mascara. Her mouth was painted scarlet with shiny lip gloss.
“Okay, now we get you dressed.” Anja was smiling, evidently pleased with her work.
Sophie stood in the middle of the room and slipped her robe off.
Anja looked her up and down for a few seconds. “You have a lovely body, Sophie. I think you’re going to knock them out.”
Sophie smiled, embarrassed. “Thank you.” Although Anja had been very polite and said some kind things about her appearance, Sophie wondered what she thought about her morals.
Walking over to the rack, Anja took a small black tutu and passed it to Sophie. “This first.”
Taking the lacy ruffled garment, Sophie bent over and stepped into it, pulling it up to her waist. There were suspenders hanging from inside the waistband. Anja straightened the skirt so the suspenders hung in the correct position to attach to stockings.
Anja held up a roll of black silk ribbon. “This is going to be used for your top.”
Sophie nodded, confused. “Okay…”
Anja bent close to Sophie’s breasts, examining the nipples. She looked up to her face. “Do you mind if I just…” She pointed at her breasts.
Sophie shook her head, unsure of what Anja meant.
With that, Anja leaned in and sucked Sophie’s nipple, biting it gently.
Sophie let out a startled groan.
Anja looked up and they both laughed. “I’m sorry, but I just need them to be a little harder.”
When she took the other nipple into her mouth, Sophie pushed her breast into Anja’s face. Her moan was due to pleasure this time, not surprise.
Sophie looked down at the other woman. “Do you get my other parts ready, too?”
Anja smiled and slid a hand between Sophie’s legs, stroking her labia gently. “You don’t need me for that—I can smell that you’re ready for your performance.”
Sophie’s embarrassment warmed her cheeks.
Anja laughed playfully. “But if you’re ever back in Vienna, I’ll be happy to touch whatever you want, for as long as you like.” She stood upright and started to wrap the ribbon around Sophie’s waist.
The ribbon was about two inches wide and soft against her skin. It was wrapped around her waist and up over her breasts, but strategic gaps were left, exposing both nipples. Anja took the ribbon up over one shoulder to help keep it in place, fastening it with a small safety pin at the back.
Next, Anja passed her a pair of black fishnet stockings, which Sophie rolled on and fastened to the suspenders hanging from the tutu. Anja picked up a large box, tucked it under her arm and pointed at the chair. “Sit now, please.”
Sophie sat and watched as Anja took out a pair of shoes. They were in the style of ballet slippers, but made from black patent leather and fitted with ridiculously high stiletto heels. The shoes were designed to force their wearer onto the tips of their toes. The term sur les pointes was something she vaguely remembered from her ballet lessons as a child, but she didn’t feel confident enough to mention the term in case she had it wrong.
When the buckles were fastened she tentatively pressed her feet against the floor. “Will I be able to walk in these?”
Anja nodded. “They’re a lot easier to wear than they look. Try. Just walk slowly. ” Anja held out her hand and Sophie stood.
She took a cautious step, then another. Letting go of Anja’s hand, she walked slowly around the room. She glanced at herself in the mirror. The tutu was incredibly short, the suspenders stretching down to the stockings, her pubic hair and sex in full view. The ribbon had been wrapped so that clear bands of her flesh were exposed on her upper body.
Anja looked at Sophie’s reflection. “You look beautiful.”
“I look like a slut.”
Anja shook her head. “No, you don’t. You look like something from a dream.”
Sophie turned and held Anja’s hand. With these shoes on, the women were about the same height. “Are you going to watch the performance?”
“Would you like me to?”
Sophie held
her gaze for a few seconds, then nodded.
“Okay, I will. And don’t forget what I said about coming back to Vienna for a girl’s weekend.”
Sophie bit her lip. “You’ve just made me even wetter.”
Anja laughed.
A bell rang somewhere in the corridor.
Anja squeezed Sophie’s hand. “Okay, show time. Relax, and enjoy yourself.”
Sophie followed her new friend down the narrow corridor. She had every intention of coming back to Vienna alone, but for now she had other things to concentrate on. Like G-J, and the two men who were going to fuck her.
The corridor ended in a small space, and from there Sophie could see a black curtain.
Anja pointed towards it. “That’s where you go.”
Sophie squeezed Anja’s hand, then took the few short steps to the curtain. Pushing through the black material, she found herself at the side of a small stage. The theatre was mainly in darkness, but the dim lights down the aisles showed G-J sitting alone a few rows from the front.
Suddenly a bright spotlight came on and picked her out. Classical music started to play from speakers around the stage. The heat from the light surprised her, and then another spotlight picked out two figures in the middle of the stage—two men, both tall and muscular. They wore tight leotards and white tights with black ballet slippers. Most strikingly, they both had erections sticking out through holes cut into their tights. She wondered if they’d taken some Viagra-kind of drug to give the desired effect without needing foreplay.
They approached, striding in time with the music. Both moved gracefully, obviously trained dancers. They led Sophie to the centre of the stage, turning her in spins while supporting her waist. She was unsteady in the shoes, but getting used to them.
One of the men was olive-skinned and clean shaven, his jet-black hair combed back like a 40’s film star. The other had blond hair buzzed short, and two-day stubble. Sophie found them both very attractive.
The fairer of the two stood behind her, placed his hands on her hips and lifted her easily into the air. Mr 40’s stepped close and pushed her legs apart. As the first man held her high with strong, straight arms, the other placed his face between her legs and lapped at her sex. It was a struggle for her to hold her legs straight out as the man licked her, so in the end she rested them on his shoulders.
After a minute or so, she was lowered back to the stage. As she stood stationary, the men twirled around her, athletic and supple. The darker man pulled her gently backwards and she kept her body stiff and allowed herself to fall into his arms. He caught her and supported her upper body on his knee. The second man dropped to his hands and knees, crawling across the stage like a stalking tiger. He took one of her feet and raised it in his hand, kissing the inside of her ankle. Then he placed her straight leg over his shoulder and lowered his head to her crotch. Sophie felt his tongue circling her clit and let out a sigh. She pushed against him, thrusting her hips. She’d be able to come if she could just…
He moved away and pulled her to her feet. His smirk suggested he was aware of her right-on-the-brink state.
The music was loud and the two spotlights now converged on the three of them, making it impossible for Sophie to see G-J or anyone else who may have been watching. She wondered if Anja was somewhere in the audience, or the guy who’d opened the door.
Sophie was then positioned so she was standing between the two men, facing the fair-haired one with the darker man standing behind. She was aware that both erections were pointing towards her. The man behind placed strong hands on her waist, and in one fluid movement she was lifted and turned upside down. She instinctively bent her legs and rested them on Mr 40’s shoulders. The fairer guy’s cock was now just inches from her face and, as he stepped closer, Sophie opened her mouth. She was only allowed to suck him for a short time before being lowered back to the stage, where she was encouraged to kneel.
The men stood either side of her, their erections rigid and at Sophie’s eye-level. Sophie took a cock in either hand and pleasured the men in turn, sucking each man for ten to fifteen seconds at a time. While she was sucking one man’s cock, her hand slowly pumped the other one. She was determined to make it visually enjoyable for her audience—after all, he was paying the bills.
The dark-haired man eventually helped her back to her feet, then turned so he was standing back-to-back with her. Linking both his arms with hers, he slowly bent forward at the waist, pulling Sophie up off the floor. The other man moved closer, lifted her straightened legs up and apart, and entered her.
Sophie let out a low groan as the man fucked her with deep thrusts. Sophie’s orgasm was almost instantaneous and she dropped her head back, screaming her release. The man fucking her ran his hands over her nipples. He pinched one, then gripped her waist with both hands and fucked her harder. Sophie watched his face as he came. He was breathing heavily, but Sophie guessed it was probably more from the exertion of dancing and lifting her than the sex itself. She would have liked to stroke his face, but her arms were linked with the other man’s as he took her weight.
Eventually, Sophie’s feet returned to the stage. She was quickly turned to face the auditorium. The spotlights burned into her face and she couldn’t make anything out in the blackness. Sophie was made to stand legs astride and bent forward, her face close to the edge of the stage. She felt a cock stroke up through the lips against her sex—no doubt the dark-haired man was eager for his turn. He entered her easily, the previous man’s cum aiding lubrication, and slammed into her over and over. Sophie let out grunts with each of his thrusts. Her body shook, but the ribbons stayed in place. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, but she knew G-J liked to see her pleasure while she was being fucked. The man increased the force of his thrusts and Sophie sensed he was approaching his climax. She moved herself with him, pushing back to meet each plunge, and she came again. The music reached a crescendo as the man let out a groan and came inside her. Sophie wriggled and squirmed in his grip, looking over her shoulder to hold eye contact with him. His face was bathed with sweat, and he smiled at her.
The spotlights went out, and the curtains closed. Sophie was helped upright and dim lights illuminated the area. The men nodded and disappeared, and Sophie was left on her own. Her legs were shaking, and her inner thighs were wet.
Anja stepped through the side curtain and held out her hand.
Sophie held on to her arm, grateful for the support. “Well, what did you think?”
“I thought it was a very successful opening night.”
Sophie smiled. “Well, my opening certainly feels like it was a success.”
Anja laughed and led them down the corridor. They returned to the dressing room and as Sophie stood perfectly still, Anja slowly unwound the ribbon from her body.
Sophie watched her face. “I’m amazed it stayed in place, considering how much I was lifted and spun around.”
Anja nodded. “Hmm, I’m glad it did, though. It looked great under the spotlights—pale lines of soft flesh set out against the shiny black of the ribbon.” She trailed her fingers gently over Sophie’s nipples. “And these looked wonderful. Really sexy.”
A shiver ran down Sophie’s back, and the two women held eye contact for a couple of seconds.
Anja shook her head, as if making herself concentrate. “Shoes.” She dropped to her knees and undid the buckles, Sophie steadying herself by resting her hands on Anja’s shoulders.
Sophie unclipped the suspenders and rolled the stockings down her legs, then pushed the tutu down and stepped out of it. With the outfit completely removed, she walked naked along the corridor to the shower room. Everyone in the theatre had probably just watched her getting fucked on stage by two men, so wrapping a towel around her body for modesty’s sake seemed pointless.
After her shower, she returned to the unoccupied dressing room. The door opened as she was putting on her own clothes.
Anja came in and held out a small piece of paper. “This is
my number and email. I was serious about that girl-weekend.”
Sophie took the paper, looked into the other woman’s face and stepped close. “So was I.” She had to tilt her head up to reach Anja’s lips with her own. They shared a brief kiss, and Sophie groaned.
Anja looked surprised. “You’ll really come back?”
“Definitely.”
Anja pushed her hand through her hair and laughed. “Good. I look forward to it. I can arrange a couple of guys as our date, if you wish…?”
Sophie shook her head. “No, you’ll be more than enough.”
The other woman blushed, but looked happy. “Come, G-J is waiting.”
They left the dressing room and walked down the corridor. Anja said goodbye and Sophie made her way down the stairs alone.
G-J was waiting in the foyer. “How did you enjoy your second ballet?”
Sophie nodded approvingly. “Very moving.”
He laughed, and they made their way out onto the street. Twenty minutes later they arrived back at the hotel. G-J announced he was going to catch up with a couple of old friends, and explained they’d be taking the plane home after breakfast the following day.
Sophie was more than happy to have some rest. “I’m a bit hungry now, so I’ll order something up and eat in my room.”
He nodded. “Okay. Perhaps we could go out for a drink later, maybe a little supper?”
“That’d be lovely.”
As Sophie stepped into the elevator, he kissed her hand and left.
Back in her room, she checked her phone. Jim still hadn’t replied to her text from last night. Could Sara be keeping him so busy he didn’t have time to read his phone?
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Chapter Five
When Jim got back from the gym he was surprised to find Sophie sitting in the living room.
“Hi, when did you get back?”
Sophie’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “About twenty minutes ago.”
Jim dropped his kitbag and walked towards her. “How was your—”
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