Cinema Erotica

by Laura Antoniou

  Scott fumbled for a moment and almost lost his grip on the vibrator, but then found that little dial with his tongue. He pushed against it as hard as he could.

  Roxanne began to feel the stirrings of orgasm almost as soon as Scott managed to get that vibrator really humming. She hadn't expected him to be able to do that. She figured she would get off, and punish him a little more. Now, the unexpected surge of power nearly had her at her peak, and she ground her pussy down around his face. “Faster, slave, faster!” she cried out, twisting his nipples madly. She saw his cock jump and almost quiver, then that unexpected surge of power and energy struck her again, and she allowed it to sweep her away.

  “Yes! Yes! Come on, yes!” She twisted and clamped tightly around the vibrating cock and it touched her in just the right way, like it always did, and she came with all the power and strength that was missing whenever she had her previous relations with disappointing men from the mundane side of life. She gasped and moaned in ways no other lover had ever heard. She eased her way off the pleasure prick with a feeling of satisfaction that permeated her entire body, and sat down on the floor, plucking the vibrator out of Scott's mouth as she did so. He was gasping himself, and when his mouth closed, he moaned and whined like an animal in pain. She glanced at his cock, standing at attention for her, and smiled.

  “Go ahead,” she said, pointing at it. “You earned it. Shoot for me.”

  His hands came from behind his back and his right fist closed over his rampant cock so fast she had to smile. It took only three hard pumps for him to relieve that almost painful hard-on, and his come spurted out generously, splattering his thighs and part of the carpet while his body shook and trembled in release. He panted his exhaustion, and in between breaths, said, “Thank you, thank you, Mistress…please, I have…something to tell you…”

  “Yes?”

  “I…I never really did this before…I hope I wasn't too clumsy…you're so good…please don't send me away forever…”

  She gazed at him for a long moment. “You should have told me that before,” she said coldly, regaining her power. “We're going to have to do something about that mouth of yours. If you're not talking too much, you're withholding information.”

  She got up and smoothed her skirt down.

  “Clean up this mess,” she pointed to the wet spots on the rug. “With that mouth of yours.”

  He turned over and began to lick at the carpet.

  “Oh, I might keep you for a while,” Roxanne said, picking up her vibrator. “But you're going to need some serious training.”

  “Yes, Mistress!”

  Chapter Six:

  Two for the Price of One

  Eve and Nicole had found each other through the classifieds. More specifically, Nicole answered Eve's ad for “Roommate wanted to share spacious, sunny loft.” That Eve hadn't exactly found a spacious and sunny loft had not stopped her from placing the ad. She knew two people would be better at finding a rental anyway.

  There was little privacy in a loft. The one they finally found had a wonderful loft bed, just large enough for one, and they played poker for it. The space under it, which was draped with curtains, would go to the loser. When the game was over, Eve found herself the mistress of that raised platform, for which she immediately bought a sturdy pine ladder. She liked to sit on the edge of the platform and let her long legs dangle. From that perch, she could see the entire space quite easily, except for Nicole's little “room” beneath her.

  Nicole hung translucent draperies of different colors, so that entering her sleeping space required a dramatic sweeping of diaphanous curtains aside. The two young women became friends easily, and due to the nature of living in a loft, they rapidly learned to share a lot of things. All the furniture except for Nicole's wooden chest and Eve's mirrored wardrobe was “theirs.” They had one TV, one stereo, one microwave—why have two of everything, they said as they shopped together. If they decided to move apart, they would arrange the details according to circumstances. In the meantime, two could indeed live as cheaply as one. They shared the grocery bill, and the electric bill and the telephone bill. They shared toothpaste and shampoo and umbrellas. They often shared late-night take-out dinners.

  And one of the things they occasionally shared was men.

  It had started out with Eve's complaining one night.

  “I can't stand that jive-ass idiot!” she had exclaimed, slamming the phone down. “This time he's gone too far. That's, it, I'm through. If he falls off the face of the earth, I'll throw a party to celebrate!”

  “Man troubles?” Nicole guessed.

  Eve glared at her, then started ticking items off on her fingers. “First, he makes a date and cancels at the last minute because he has a headache. Then he makes another date, but cancels because he had some old college buddy in from outta town. Then we finally make it out, and he forgets to bring his wallet, and guess who has to spring for everything until he can pay me back? And now, he ‘forgot’ we were supposed to see the show at the Ritz tonight, so of course he doesn't have the tickets, so do I wanna see a movie? Save me from men!” She finished with a gesture that was very unladylike, and Nicole gave her a sympathetic look.

  “Hey, so, he's a jerk. Dump him. But all men aren't that way. Doug is nice,” she said, defending her boyfriend. “And what's more, in case you forgot, he's coming over here tonight. And we do have an agreement.”

  Eve's face fell from anger to distress. “Oh, shit, I'm sorry…aw, no, you're going to make me leave?” Her voice scaled up to a slight whine, her eyes pleading for a break.

  They had an agreement. They tried to schedule their dates, especially ones which could end up very late dates or overnighters, so they each had a certain amount of privacy in the loft before the other one would have to come home. So far, they had been successful, and this was their first serious conflict.

  “Oh, come on, Eve!” Nicole replied. “Can't you go to a movie by yourself? I mean, it's just for a while!”

  “Okay, okay, I'll find something,” Nicole said glumly. “And I'm sure I'll have a great time, drowning myself in popcorn while you and your scrawny white studling ball your way across the floor.” She stuck her tongue out.

  Nicole made a dismissive gesture at Eve's assessment of her boyfriend. “You're just jealous because you won't get any tonight. And besides, Doug is not scrawny…where it counts!” She giggled as Eve snatched up the newspaper and began flipping through the pages to find the movie section. “In fact, for what I have in mind for him tonight, he's just right…” She stopped talking suddenly, her eyes taking on an excited gleam, as an idea began to form in her mind. Eve sullenly continued to look for a movie. It took her almost a minute to look up at Nicole's shining eyes and predatory grin, and was instantly suspicious.

  “What do you have in mind?” she demanded, putting the paper down. “I don't like it whenever you get that look in your eye.”

  “I just got a great idea!” Nicole jumped up and took Eve by the arm. “Don't go. Stay. And we'll both have him!”

  “What? Are you out of your mind?” Eve laughed. “What makes you think I'd want a piece of his undernourished butt? And what makes you think you can plan this without asking him?”

  “It's not his butt you'd be interested in,” Nicole said with a grin. “Besides, isn't that every guy's fantasy? To be able to fuck two hot babes at a time? He'll go for it like a cat to tuna, you'll see. And we'll have a ball!” She giggled uncontrollably at her own pun. “We'll have two!”

  Eve couldn't help but laugh with her. It only took a few more minutes to convince her to stay and see how Doug took to the suggestion.

  Nicole had been absolutely correct. Not only did Doug jump at the opportunity, but he performed with what they both agreed was an exceptional attitude toward pleasing them both. They eventually exhausted him, and that was the start of a series of shared adventures with assorted men who met their basic criteria. One, he had to look decent. Two, he had to be willing to go a
long with whatever they wanted. And three, he had to be convenient. No involvements, no marriages, no “pals” he wanted to invite in, no drugs—nothing that could distract him or them once they got together. Oddly, finding men who fit those criteria was not as easy as they'd once thought, but they had a selective list of past experiences that made good memories.

  Then Tony moved into their building.

  Tony lived one flight up from them. They saw him leave in the morning, wearing nice suits and carrying a briefcase. They saw him dash home and out again with a gym bag, and they saw him running, his muscled legs pumping like oiled pistons. He was slightly dark skinned, just a little darker than olive, and had longish black hair that curled when he sweated. Both women agreed that he was indeed very studly.

  Eve was the first one to meet him, on her way to the laundry room. They chatted politely in the elevator, and exchanged professions. That evening, she had excitedly told Nicole that Tony: one, lived alone, and two, was an investment analyst. That night, they put him on their prospectives list.

  That had been more than three months ago. Since then, they had both met Tony on a number of occasions: in the halls, in the laundry room, at the tenants’ meeting. Nicole invited him over for coffee one weekend, but as luck had it, the stock market took a sudden downward trend and he had to do client work. Both women agreed the financial world could be very inconvenient to romance.

  And during their casual (albeit brief) meetings with Tony, it was Eve who discovered something she thought was very odd about him.

  “Did you ever notice how polite he is?” she asked Nicole one night, as they were plotting and fantasizing. “I mean to women. In general.”

  “Hmm, yeah, I did. Never thought about it though,” Nicole said, chewing on the end of a pencil. “Oh no! You don't think he's gay, do you?” she asked with sudden insight.

  “No…no, I don't think so,” Eve responded. “I mean, if he was gay, he'd have friends over, don't you think? I've never seen a man coming to visit him. No, I think it's something else.”

  “Oh yeah? What? A conscientious mother?”

  “No, stupid. I think he's into S & M.”

  “What?”

  “Really! You know my friend Rica?”

  Nicole had met the slight woman at a party Eve took her to. She nodded, remembering.

  “Rica's into all that stuff. She gets guys to pay her loads of money to step on them and call them names and all this shit. She told me some stories, girl…you wouldn't believe what some guys like done to them!” Eve began to think. “There was this one old white guy she told me about. He liked to have big things shoved up his…”

  “Hey, hey, wait a minute there,” Nicole interrupted. “What does that have to do with Tony?”

  “Oh! Well, Rica says one way to know a guy is into that stuff is how politely he treats women. And that a lot of guys signal their interest that way, and hope some babe recognizes it and takes over.”

  Nicole looked suspicious. “That sounds very, very iffy, my dear. How about the simple possibility that he was raised right?”

  Eve laughed. “Honey, no one was raised right! I bet he just wants a woman to take over for him. Or two women,” she added significantly.

  Nicole refused to budge. “I think he's gay,” she said firmly. “So let's take another look at…Carlos.”

  “Oh, his hair is too long!”

  “Maybe his dick is too!”

  They argued long into the night, and got up early to watch Tony go off to work.

  Then the movie came out.

  * * * *

  Then they found themselves standing in front of their building, gazing up at the lights that showed Tony was home.

  “Okay, are we ready for this?” Eve asked, clapping Nicole on the shoulder.

  “As ready as we'll ever be,” Nicole said, now resolute. They kissed once for luck and got into the elevator. They stopped at home first, turned up the heat, and changed clothes. Eve got out the box of scarves and belts she had put together earlier, and placed it by their couch, on the floor. Nicole took out the canister that held their shared condoms and lube, and placed the bottle of lube in a towel over the radiator plate to warm them both. (She hated cool lube.) Then she dug the toy they called their “secret weapon” out of its protective bag and dropped it into the canister with the condoms.

  She gave a low wolf whistle as Eve climbed down from her loft bed. Eve had changed into a silky red wraparound dress that caressed her body and draped like a thin layer of strawberry glaze over creamy milk chocolate. Eve winked at the recognition and slipped into high-heeled shoes, turning and letting the dress flare out around her thighs.

  “Very nice,” Nicole commented, getting up from her toy planting. “Very convenient too. What do you think?” She raised her arms to show off her own outfit, a plain black strapless mini-dress that barely covered the straps of her garter belt. Her legs were sheathed in sheer black stockings, and there were black and silver bracelets around each wrist. Some of the bracelets were leather with little silver studs, and there was a matching one around her right ankle.

  “Where…and when…did you get those?” Eve exclaimed, pointing.

  Nicole smiled, and said, “Last week. In the Village. I figured if you're right, he'd like them. Besides, I think they look pretty cool.”

  “Uh-huh!” Eve nodded seriously, then giggled. “Let's go pull this off, girlfriend.”

  * * * *

  When Tony opened the door, his eyes widened in a way that at last made Nicole believe, once and for all that he was appreciative of female companionship. He recovered immediately and smiled.

  “Hey, good evening, neighbors,” he said cheerfully. “What can I do for you lovely ladies tonight? Isn't it a little late for borrowing sugar?”

  Nicole leaned forward a little, bracing herself lightly inside the door jamb. “Sugar isn't exactly what we were looking for…sugar.” She fairly purred at him. He drew himself back for a moment, as if unsure he had heard her right. But there was no mistaking the deliberate way she allowed her eyes to scan his body, and linger over his crotch. He dry swallowed and looked at Eve.

  Eve licked her lips and was immediately gratified to actually see a stirring underneath the soft pair of gym shorts Tony was wearing. His feet were bare, and a sweatshirt with the sleeves artfully cut off was the only other garment he was wearing. Eve liked jocks.

  She winked at him and said, “We were wondering if you might be open to a proposition, Tony…are you busy tonight?”

  “Busy? Uh, no, not really…would you like to come in?” He took a half step back and swept his arm inward. “I'm sorry, the place is a mess…I can put on some coffee…tea?”

  Nicole was already shaking her head. “No, I don't think this will take long,” she said, shifting herself against the doorway. “Let's just say we have an offer for you. Wanna hear it?”

  “Sure!” Tony stood.

  Eve leaned in toward him. “Let's say you come with us back to our place and we use and abuse you in any way our evil hearts desire.”

  Tony blinked, shook his head for a moment, then looked back and forth between the two women seductively lounging in his doorway. The little recorder in his head played back Eve's words, and he looked at the two women again.

  “You serious?” he finally asked, looking around. “This isn't a joke?”

  Nicole stood up straight. “Of course it's not a joke, dummy. We're offering you the chance of a lifetime. But if you want to be in the game, you gotta play by our rules. Now are you coming, or not?”

  Eve was almost startled by her friend's vehemence. Nicole was always the one who seemed to lengthen negotiations, and she never wanted to rush things, at least not like this. But Tony responded by reaching inside his apartment, picking up his keys and stepping outside the doorway to join them, standing in the hallway in his bare feet.

  “I'm in,” he said simply. “Lead me where you will, ladies.”

  “Well,” Nicole said after a sl
ight pause. “That's more like it!”

  “Good attitude,” agreed Eve, with a muffled giggle. She grabbed Tony's hand and began to pull him to the stairs. “Come on, stud. Let's get this show on the road!”

  Tony allowed himself to be pulled, laughing, into the girls’ apartment. There, he was divested of his keys. (“For safekeeping,” Eve promised.) He stood in the middle of their loft, comfortable in the rising heat, a smile on his dark, handsome face. Eve and Nicole dropped glances at each other, and they circled him, giving him what Nicole often called “the cruise of death.” After a minute of that close and critical scrutiny, Tony began to fidget.

  “Well,” he finally asked, spreading his hands out. “What's next, girls?”

  “Um,” began Eve, glancing at Nicole.

  Nicole took the lead and said firmly, “First, stop calling us ‘girls.’ It doesn't sound respectful.” Eve nodded in agreement, and Nicole went on. “Next, you take off that top and show us what you've got.”

  Tony grinned and hooked his hands at the waist of his shirt, lifting it up smoothly over his head. His chest was everything the two women had hoped it would be, pumped up and broad, with just a line of dark, curly hair running down the center to flare at the waistband of his gym shorts. Nicole actually licked her lips in anticipation of what would be revealed when the shorts came off, but Eve spoke up first.

  “Okay, Tony, now you have to make yourself presentable for us.” He looked in her direction with a question in his eyes, and she pointed at the bathroom door. “Go take a shower, and scrub yourself all over. When you get back, you can lose the shorts.”