“Wonderful, darling,” she whispered. “Thanks for being such a good sport. And you looked pretty damn sexy up there too, I can tell you.”
I still refused to move, too afraid to put on any clothes in case there was more nonsense to come. But the hysteria seemed to have died down – Bruno and Mel had gone back to the front of the house to attend to their duties, and Petra and Gloria got on with the serious business of getting dressed for their sets later on.
“I need to get home,” I whispered, feeling the stickiness of my skin under the lights.
Olivia smiled, “I’ll take you home, darling. My car’s outside.”
And as the relief finally began to set in, I shook out the creases of my sweater and pants and began to get dressed again, quickly, before anybody else decided to do more unspeakable things to me.
Olivia’s Alpha Romeo convertible was one of the few cars I’d ever been in. Its brown leather seats excited me and made me think of my racing driver fantasies. She drove it hard and fast, tearing around corners at 60 km/h and it made me wonder if she might be a fan of sexy racing drivers as well.
“Who d’you think you are, Niki Lauda?” I asked as she took the top end of the street at nearly 70 km/h.
“Ooh, no,” she pouted, “James Hunt’s my man. Most definitely. He’s totally gorgeous.”
“Okay,” I shrugged with a smile, “You can have him, then. And I’ll have mine.”
“We could always have them both,” she said. “A nice juicy foursome.” Then the car stopped. “Is this your place?”
I looked up at the block, and nodded. How unfamiliar and unwelcoming it seemed at night.
“Go check on your cat. I’ll wait for you.”
“Wait?” I repeated. “But, I don’t—”
“You’re coming back to mine tonight, darling. You’re a Kit now – that opens doors, y’know.” She threw me a sexy wink. “And other things, as well. You have responsibilities now.”
“Thanks for the invitation, but I’m actually pretty tired. It’s been a crazy night, and to be honest, I’m still recovering from it all.”
“Oh, I know. Believe me, they went easy on you. When it was my turn – God, how many years ago now – I got a bottle of vodka pushed up my cunt. And they just left it there, until I managed to squeeze my muscles and push it back out again. Made a hell of a mess of the stage. Waste of good alcohol, too.”
“Squeeze...muscles?” I repeated, not quite understanding the scene she was describing.
Olivia’s hand slid deep between my legs. “Remind me to show you the trick sometime, darling. Anyway, don’t change the subject. My place next, alright?”
She flashed her eyelashes at me as if expecting that to work on me the way it would on a sexed-up guy. I shook my head and stared out of the window. I wasn’t in the mood for anything apart from falling into bed and sleeping off the excesses of the evening, yet Olivia’s manner was so infectious. And I did love her company, and maybe – just maybe – she might have another personal treat in store for me. I felt that tingle between my legs again, and then I was out the car, suddenly keen to pursue her offer.
“I’ll be as quick as I can,” I said, and dashed up to the apartment. I only hoped that Boris wouldn’t make it difficult for me.
As it was, Boris didn’t even blink when I threw him out onto the balcony. I locked up again and hurried back down the stairs to the waiting car, all inside of about ninety seconds of time. We drove back to her place, which was far across town and proved to be in one of the better areas – the Green Quarter, so it was known, due to its parks and trees and big gardens. It was like entering a different world.
“These houses must be so expensive,” I gasped as we cruised down the avenue.
“Some of them are,” she said. “But most, like mine, have been divided into separate apartments. I share the place with a real gang of heads – but don’t worry, you’ll love them all. I know you will.”
Suddenly I felt less enthusiastic. I had been looking forward to a night with Olivia alone, getting to know her better, maybe sharing some music or watching a bit of late-night TV over a glass of wine. I hadn’t been expecting anything approaching a party. I’d never even had a proper birthday party as a kid, although I had been to a few when I was much younger – for other kids who had brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, real families – and only helped to show me what I was missing as the only child of a struggling single mother.
Olivia parked in the street and led me up the path of a fat, squat three-storey, red brick townhouse. Lights blazed at a couple of the windows and it looked as though her neighbors were still up and about. We entered the second-floor apartment which was brightly-filled with peach and lemon décor, ultra modern, like no house I’d ever been in before.
“This is your place?” I asked. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Yes. But we’re quite open about sharing our space here, Phoenyx. It’s a little bit like a commune – we come and go as we feel. It’s all about sharing and community. Kind of wonderful in a hippie-like way, don’t you think?”
“Sounds very different from what I’m used to,” I said honestly as she closed the door behind us, for I really didn’t understand what she was talking about. “I like my own space, and peace and quiet. Even at my mother’s place, my room was my own responsibility.”
She leant in and kissed me. “I know. You’re a quiet country girl. Don’t worry; you don’t know what you’ll like until you try it.”
I nodded, conceding that point. “Always said I’d try anything once.”
Olivia’s place was filled with Chinese-style wall hangings, and smelled of incense. There were pictures on the wall, but mostly abstract things that I didn’t understand, knowing nothing about art or any of that stuff: colorful shapes and squiggles, which looked a bit like the kind of doodles I used to scrawl over my mother’s telephone notepad when I was on calls to my friends. She picked up a half-burnt cigarette from the black glass ashtray on the coffee table and lit it up. “Drink?” she asked through a rising column of grey smoke.
I nodded. “Coffee would be great. I am just a little bit tired.”
She hesitated at that, as though having expected me to ask for wine or something more exotic, but I really wasn’t in the mood, and I could not hold wine very well at the best of times. The few times I had it with my mother at Christmas and other events, one glass was usually enough to get me happy, and three would have me under the table. I’d also chosen to leave the rest of the champagne behind at the Klub, having decided that it really was not to my taste. Not surprising that racing drivers sprayed the stuff all over the place when they got presented with it for winning – it was certainly better than having to drink it, in my opinion. Having tasted it for the first time in my life, I could not understand why people made such a big deal out of it and spent so much money on it.
Olivia went through to the kitchen and started doing things with kettles, while she blew smoke out behind her. I got the feeling that she thought I was being a bit of a party-pooper, but I was still recovering from the dramatic double experience earlier in the Klub, and debating my long-term future there. It was something, I thought, that I’d need to sleep on, and make a decision on soon.
Just then, there was a knock from the door outside. Olivia abandoned the coffee-making stuff and ran out into the hall. Exuberant welcomes followed, and Olivia returned a moment later with another young woman. She looked to me like a character from Lord of the Rings or something, with very long flowing fair hair and a silvery, shimmering gown with a gold chain belt around her waist. As she moved into the house, I noticed the gown was slit up both sides to her hip, exhibiting very long, bare legs.
“Alfreda? This is my wonderful girl-friend, Phoenyx. She’s just started at the Klub.”
“Oh, wow,” Alfreda gasped. “Another dancer. How totally groovy are you, baby?”
I wasn’t sure if that question was supposed to be rhetorical, so I just smiled broadly in repl
y. Alfreda reached out and shook my hand. Her fingernails were very sharp and pointed, painted emerald green. “Oh, and I love the boots.”
“I saved up for months to get those,” I explained. “My mother said I was wasting my money. Said I should have used it for something more sensible.”
Alfreda flicked a long tail of hair behind her ear, which I noticed wasn’t actually long and pointed after all. “Oh no, baby. A cool pair of boots will take a hot chick anywhere.”
“Especially when that’s all she’s wearing,” Olivia added, leaning against my shoulder. “And then, they can take her all the way to heaven and back.” She blew a long, thin cloud past me and I felt my throat tighten up. “She does look utterly mouth-watering in the nude, don’t you, darling?” She batted her eyelashes at me and squeezed my bottom. “Also very cool in velvet hot pants. It’s almost a shame to have to peel them off to get to what’s underneath.”
Alfreda smiled, a big dreamy smile which gave me the impression that she wasn’t entirely on this planet. “Far out. I must come along and see you in action sometime. Wanna come downstairs just now? Got a bit of a thing going on. Daisy’s come over with a couple of the cats from the River Quarter. They’re just out of sight. You should meet them all.”
“Sounds like a gas,” Olivia said. “Phoenyx, you interested?”
I nodded, unsure what I was committing myself to. Alfreda seemed even more laid-back than Olivia so I didn’t imagine there would be anything too unpleasant or scary going on, but all the same, I couldn’t untie the knot of apprehension which sat tight in the middle of my guts. It would have helped if I could understand half of what Alfreda was talking about, but perhaps I would learn more once I had spent a little longer in her company, and been introduced to the ‘cats’ downstairs, although at that moment I still wondered how many legs they might have had, and whether they might prove more sociable than Boris.
We all went down to Alfreda’s place, and when she opened the door, the sound of strange, exotic music hit me out in the hall. Inside, the place was dark, dimly-lit by red and orange lights and the air was so thick with smoke that I thought I would suffocate. Not a great start.
“Hey, everyone,” Alfreda said to the room, “I found Olivia upstairs. And her totally hip new friend from the Klub. She’s called Phoenyx. Like, the bird that’s born of fire. How amazing is that?”
The men and women who sat or lay around the soft cushions and low sofas waved and smiled at me as I stepped inside, my poor eyes straining as I tried to focus on them. Alfreda closed the door and indicated a spare settee in the corner, where Olivia and I sat down.
“So, do you want anything?” Alfreda asked us. “Drink, smoke, bong?”
“I’m just chilling, darling,” Olivia said, “Maybe I’ll grab something later.”
“Or maybe someone,” Alfreda said, provoking gentle laughter from around the room.
“Oh, why wait ‘til later for that?” a voice said from the other side of the room, beyond the haze of smoke, “Grab someone now, and tell them that you love them.”
Olivia did just that, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me tight.
“This one’s quite the starlet,” she said to the others as she pressed her head against me. “I think she’ll go far.”
“Ah, but will she go all the way?” someone else asked, to more laughter.
I could feel my eyelids starting to droop as a veil of tiredness crept over me. I should have felt more intimidated and nervous, being in a room full of strangers who I didn’t really understand and could barely even see, or distinguish male from female as everyone seemed to have the same kind of long hairstyle – some seemed to be lying on top of each other on the floor, or sat huddled together with cigarettes and other strange pipe-like equipment. But I couldn’t remember feeling more at peace or at ease in all my life. My anxious experiences at the Klub had now melted away into a hazy, multi-colored spiral of peace. It was cool, definitely cool.
In short, I liked this atmosphere, and wanted more.
“I think she would,” Olivia said as she ran a hand through my hair. “I took her in the changing rooms of WOW’s ladies’ department earlier this morning, and she came all over me like a real hottie. Didn’t you dear?”
“Hm,” I murmured, inhaling Olivia’s perfume, which mingled with the spicy ambience of the room. My eyes slithered shut under her gentle stroking, much like how I imagined Boris felt when I petted him to sleep on my lap. “Yes, I did. All over you, all over me.”
And that was that – my dreamy sense of peace blurred into oblivion and I slipped out of all consciousness.
I woke up gradually on the sofa to find myself lying curled up on it. The smoke had dissipated a little and the music had changed to some kind of twangy soft rock, but I couldn’t see Olivia. I sat up and looked around. Different people were in different positions from what I remembered, though it was still difficult for my blurry eyes to distinguish them and their exotic clothes from the soft furnishings.
“Lookin’ for Olivia, man?” a voice asked me from a bundle of cushions opposite. I nodded dumbly.
A hand, holding a smoldering cigarette, waved generally towards a red beaded curtain at the back of the room. “Went through there with Udo and ‘Freda. Hey, you want some of this?”
I got up, rather unsteadily, and swayed as I felt a rush of blood surge to my head. I wobbled, shot a hand out to steady myself, missed the top of the fireplace and fell against the wall instead. I just leant there, and shook my head.
“I’ll be okay,” I whispered, feeling my tongue crack and my throat contract. I didn’t like this smoky business, and couldn’t see me getting used to it in the near future. I liked the feelings it produced but not the physical effects – which probably ruled me out of any further parties of this sort at Olivia’s or elsewhere which was a shame, as I was enjoying the rest of the ambience.
I pushed myself back onto my feet and stumbled through in the direction of the curtain. It was time to summon the energy to ask Olivia to take me back home, so I could sleep properly in my own bed and be there for Boris when he wanted back into the house in the morning.
I dragged aside the jangling red beads and stepped inside.
The light in here was paler, more natural, and brighter. There was a bed and some heavy curtains on the window, and lime green wallpaper covered in huge sunflowers. Big framed photographs filled the wall opposite me, black and white pictures of naked men with long, hard penises, and women showing off their gaping slits.
And then what I saw below this gallery before me actually made me squeal out loud.
Olivia was on her knees beside the bed, with a tall naked man’s cock deep in her mouth. And underneath her, flat on her back, a younger woman – Alfreda, so I remembered – had her face buried between her thighs. She and Olivia were both totally naked as well, with a big bundle of clothes spread out all over the bed. They looked up at me as I appeared and swayed, staring back at them all, my exhausted and dull mind trying to make sense of the bizarre picture in front of me.
I wanted to turn around and run, but the sight just held me there, transfixed. I’d never seen anything like it, and suddenly I was fully awake once again, and my throat felt drier than ever before. I couldn’t have said anything even if I had thought of something to say at that moment.
Olivia stared up at me, big eyes widening, and she gently slid the dripping cock back out of her mouth. It was so long, I thought it must have been half-way down her throat.
“Phoenyx, darling. Welcome back. Care to join us?” She rubbed the cock in her hand, sliding the skin back and forth, revealing the thick glistening purple end. I stared at that. It looked strange – a bit ugly, really, yet fascinating as well.
But it was my heart which was in pain.
“Olivia, I thought I—” A tear started to push at the corner of my eye.
“What did you think, darling?” She looked confused, about as much as I felt.
I ran my hand
through my hair, feeling hot sweat begin to seep out from my scalp.
“I don’t know,” I sighed. “Guess I’m new to this. Got a lot to learn.”
“There’s nothing to learn, darling,” she said, in between running her tongue up and down that pulsing shaft. “I’m bisexual and polyamorous. You can see here exactly what that means.” She lapped at the end of the man’s prick, sliding her lips all over its slippery surface as though it was a delicious ice-cream.
“I hear she likes pussy too,” Alfreda smiled as she stretched herself out on the carpet. “She was raving so much about yours earlier.”
I leant against the wall and looked up, seeing the lights above me blur and melt into a stream of orange and yellow as the tears pushed further up into my eyes.
“Darling, join us. Please. I know you’ll love it.”
Reluctantly I looked down, to see Olivia’s other hand – the one that wasn’t wrapped around the man’s cock – reach out to me. I hesitated and she frowned.
“Don’t you like boys?” she asked.
“Yes. But never been with one. Not in this way, anyway.”
“Well, there’s a very nice one right here,” she said, looking up at the man’s face with a big grin.
“Um, I’m sure. But I don’t know him,” I stammered, suddenly feeling ridiculous.
“Then I’ll introduce you. Phoenyx, this is Udo – he has nine inches of absolute heaven, which will impale you and make you squirm in ecstasy. Udo, this is my dear, dear fellow performer – Phoenyx. She gushes like Niagara Falls and she tastes like honey. A sweeter girl you’ll never meet.”
“Hi,” Udo said, sounding quite normal.
I choked back my emotion, realizing I had been a bit silly. Of course Olivia hadn’t just been holding back all this time, waiting for me to come along. Someone as beautiful and experienced as her must have had many partners in the past, and then I understood what Gloria and Petra had been joking about earlier.
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