by Roger Quine
He lifted her thighs over his forearms and pulled her around, positioning her bottom right on the edge of the desk, standing over her. Her breasts rose and fell slowly as she waited, gazing up at him, and then her back arched as he eased his hips forward and entered her smoothly with one shove, finishing with his thighs hard up against her bottom. The desk was at exactly the right height for him to penetrate her completely. He began to glide back and forth, and in no time at all he was gasping, and Susie felt his erection heave as he emptied himself with one last thrust and a satisfied grunt.
He stood back and his limp penis flopped wetly from her with a faint sucking sound, trailing streamers of sticky fluid over her flat tummy. There was silence in the office for a few minutes. Susie slowly relaxed and let go of her panties, the white cotton sliding back into place to hide her from view, no longer smooth and sheer, but dark and wet with her juices. Skase straightened his clothes and hair, and sat behind his desk again as though nothing had happened, ignoring Susie as she climbed down and sorted her own dishevelled appearance.
‘Do... do you want to keep the pictures?’ she asked.
‘I paid for them, so I might as well,’ he said, his curt business demeanour restored. ‘They’re only dupes,’ he added. ‘They’ll still have the originals. God knows what they’ll do with them.’
She shrugged apologetically for exposing her boss to the possibility of some sort of industrial espionage. ‘But it does seem we’re on the right track,’ she offered, hopefully. She paused, and he knew there was something else. The eyebrow rose slowly into a quizzical arch, inviting her to continue. ‘They’ve invited me to some sort of club tonight. In Soho.’ Susie shifted her gaze to the floor, avoiding his stare, and then quickly back up at him. ‘I didn’t say anything to Harry, but I thought I’d go anyway. See if anything comes up.’
Skase snorted sarcastically. ‘I’m sure something will. Especially while you’re around.’ He put down the sheet of pictures he’d been studying a bit too closely for his own good. ‘Tell you what. You go. Have a good time. See if anything does come up. But no expenses, no clothing allowance, no taxi bills, no sodding photographs. Understand?’
Susie knew it was time to leave his office. ‘I understand,’ she conceded.
Chapter Fourteen
It was just a doorway in an alleyway off Old Compton Street. There was a doorbell high up on the right, so Susie gave it a prod and stood back.
After thirty seconds or so she was sure it was the wrong place. A little longer and she was ready to leave. Just as she turned to walk away there was a scraping noise, and the door opened.
‘Yes?’ The woman peering out from the narrow gap was a pretty brunette with a deep red cupid-bow mouth, neat white teeth and piercing blue eyes. That was really all Susie could see through the shadows.
‘I’m Charlie,’ Susie said. ‘Leo invited me. He spoke to someone on the phone.’ She kept it vague, because she was pretty certain it was the wrong address and she didn’t want to go blurting on about who she was or what she expected to find there.
‘Yes, come on in.’ The smile was broad, but the door only opened a fraction wider, not really wide enough for her to get through. But it was clearly an invitation and equally clearly the door wasn’t going to be opened any further. And despite earlier misgivings, this apparently was the right place.
She squeezed inside and the door closed behind her. The hallway was dark but she could see now that there was light inside and it was coming from below.
‘Go straight down,’ said the brunette behind her, and Susie did. She turned the corner at the bottom and came face to face with a pair of arched wooden doors, like the entrance to a church.
‘Go on in,’ said the woman, still behind her, and so she pushed. The doors swung open, and Susie stopped in surprise. She was on the threshold of a large underground room, obviously the cellars of a number of the buildings in the street above.
At the bottom of two stone steps there was a reception desk, and off to one side an archway leading to a cloakroom. Opposite was another archway that had a sign above for the washrooms. Ahead was the main area, with a dozen or so stone archways leading off into annexes and cubicles. In the centre of the room were a circular stone pond and a fountain, with water tinkling above the background music.
It was welcoming, and smelled of aromatic oils and candles, though most of the lighting came from concealed electric units.
‘Like it?’ asked the woman.
‘It’s lovely,’ replied Susie, honestly and quickly.
‘Give me your coat.’ She was still smiling, holding out a hand.
Susie shrugged off her raincoat, and it was only as she handed it to the brunette that she realised she was being examined – no, scrutinised, as if this was a test, and she began to feel self-conscious, hoping she hadn’t overdone it. Her dress was a flowing translucent white, thin enough to hint that her breasts were unsupported.
After a second or two the brunette tore her eyes away and turned. ‘I’ll hang this up,’ she said, and Susie studied her. Long legs, seamed stockings, black tops just visible at the hemline of a black skirt that clung to her neat bottom.
She disappeared through the door into the cloakroom, bottom moving firmly inside the skirt. Very sexy and very classy, thought Susie.
‘Belinda,’ purred the brunette when she returned. ‘I didn’t mention, my name’s Belinda. Like a drink?’
She pointed towards a far corner of the cellar where one of the arched alcoves housed a bar. The barman was naked to the waist, which was as much as she could see. A leather strap ran diagonally across broad shoulders shining with oil, and a thick loop of gold chain joined his nipples.
‘Armand, this is Susie,’ said Belinda as they approached. ‘She’s our newcomer for tonight.’
Armand looked Susie up and down, and then smiled. ‘Have fun,’ he said smoothly. ‘You look ready for it.’
Now she was close to the bar she could see Armand was wearing a black thong and nothing else. ‘Um, white wine please,’ she said, trying to avoid staring at his substantial bulge and then his oiled buttocks as he turned to get her drink.
‘Even our early-bird members won’t begin arriving for half an hour or so,’ said Belinda, explaining why the place was empty. ‘Why don’t I show you around?’ and gesturing for Susie to bring her drink and follow she strolled towards the ornamental pond, that incredibly taut bottom swaying enticingly inside the black skirt. ‘These booths are where our members can have a drink and unwind,’ she said, waving towards the annexes. ‘Any of our members can use any booth they like at any time they like and do anything they like.’ Belinda smiled suggestively. ‘It’s more intimate than out here, but of course there are plenty of our members who like to be watched whilst enjoying themselves. We never stop anyone from doing whatever they want, wherever they want.’
Susie managed to nod and smile.
‘And you understand the first and most important rule here?’ Susie looked a little blank, so Belinda continued. ‘None of our members or guests are allowed to refuse any other member or guest anything.’
Leo hadn’t mentioned that when he invited her. She began to wonder if there was anything else she ought to know and didn’t. She took a much-needed sip of wine and then followed on after Belinda.
‘Some of the booths up here are a bit more specialised – less seats, more cushions, and so on.’ Belinda smiled brightly again. She was clearly very proud of her establishment – if it was hers. Susie decided it was time to do some investigating.
‘It’s brilliant,’ she enthused convincingly. ‘So who’s great idea was it?’
‘It belongs to a Swiss organisation, although the concept came from a private individual who believed there were many people who felt the same way he did about things such as this but never had the opportunity to express themselves. Now they do.’
Susie was really none the wiser, but before she could think of another question that might extract the information she sought Belinda continued. ‘It’s getting late,’ she said. ‘I’d better show you to your place – the Newcomers Arch. All our guests start as newcomers on their first visit.’
‘Newcomers Arch?’ She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that.
‘Leo didn’t tell you?’
‘I’m beginning to think there’s quite a lot he didn’t tell me.’
‘Well, don’t worry. He told me.’
Susie wasn’t sure she understood.
‘He told me you’re a girl who enjoys excitement.’ They’d arrived by a curtained booth back near the bar, and Belinda swept the heavy drape aside dramatically.
‘This is the Newcomers Arch,’ she said proudly, but Susie couldn’t see what there was to get excited about; it was just a wooden arch positioned in the middle of the small booth, upon a low wooden platform. But when Susie looked closer she noticed the bolts in the top of the platform, matched by others in the low vaulted roof, and she began to get an inkling of what was in store.
Belinda opened a cupboard in one corner and turned back to her with a smile. She was holding what looked like metal chains. ‘Don’t worry, they’re made of rubber. No pain, no marks... but no escape either.’
With an inexplicable surge of excitement Susie realised Belinda meant her. She was the one they were going to shackle in rubber chains. The realisation was still sinking in as Belinda moved closer.
‘You’ll see what I mean,’ she said huskily, securing a thick rubber ring round Susie’s left wrist. ‘Better hurry and get you fixed in place. People will be arriving soon, and most like to look in on the newcomer.’
‘Um, no one said anything about this,’ Susie said, waving her fettered arm vaguely.
‘Did they not? Well, I expect Leo thought it would be a nice surprise for you. He said you were very keen.’
‘Did he?’ she said weakly. She certainly felt apprehensive.
‘Oh yes. Very appreciative, Leo was. That okay for you?’
‘Fine,’ she said absently and then wished she hadn’t, because Belinda had been enquiring about the second shackle, now firmly fixed to her right wrist. She was trapped again, and watched dumbly while Belinda crouched gracefully and fitted rubber bonds to her ankles. They were surprisingly heavy, but as promised, not uncomfortable.
‘Now, just step up here and I’ll clip you in.’
Knowing it was still possible to get out of the bizarre place, Susie did the exact opposite and stepped obediently up onto the low platform. She stood subserviently while Belinda clipped her wrists above her head, and then crouched again to fix the rubber shackles around her ankles to the bolts in the platform. ‘Perfect,’ the woman breathed. ‘I think they’re going to like you. I’ll come back and see you later myself, when you’ve warmed up a bit.’
‘H-how long do I have to stay like this?’ Susie asked anxiously, testing the rubber chains.
‘Why, until we’re done with you, dear girl.’ She ran a hand lightly up the inside of Susie’s thigh. The chains, though not uncomfortable, meant Susie couldn’t close her legs or pull away from the teasing touch. She really was trapped, open and available to the knowing fingers that traced a tantalising path up beneath her dress and across the front of her panties. She flinched as they touched briefly on the warm wetness there. ‘Bye for now...’ Belinda purred, ‘see you later.’
Susie waited, feeling slightly ridiculous as the club started to slowly fill with members. As they moved past the booth they generally seemed to accept her presence as the norm, and mainly moved on to gather around the bar area where Susie couldn’t see them.
After a while a woman drifted slowly into the booth, an exotic drink in one hand. She wore a shiny black bra and tiny matching shorts, tall leather boots, long gloves to above the elbow, and a mask with diamond-shaped eyes. As Susie eyed her warily a man wandered in too.
‘Perfect tits,’ he growled crudely. He was also masked, and was naked apart from skimpy pants of soft black leather that lewdly encased his testicles and penis. He reached out and cupped Susie’s vulnerable breasts. She closed her eyes and couldn’t suppress a little sigh. When she opened her eyes again others were crowding into the small area. All were wearing different interpretations of the same leather or latex theme; Susie was the only one in white... virginal white.
Another figure moved in close; short dark hair, a mask over his eyes, a dark moustache, naked to the waist and wearing black leather shorts. His hands joined the other pair on her breasts, and together the two men mauled her. Susie writhed a little and couldn’t help but push her breasts into the waiting palms and fingers.
She was vaguely aware of a hand on her bottom, caressing the back of her thigh, stroking the inside of her thigh, squeezing against her damp gusset, dividing the soft petals inside, pressing deeper, pushing the material into her, squirming in the oily wetness. She gasped and peered down through lowered eyelashes, feeling as though hands were all over her body. There was someone behind the man. Slender arms crept around his waist and hands disappeared into his shorts, fumbled for a moment, and then lifted out a firm erection. They pumped it slowly, and as the man’s eyes devoured Susie his erection swelled and erupted across the front of her dress.
A sexy redhead lounged back on a chair. She wore tight latex trousers. Her shiny black legs lolled apart, and with a shock Susie realised that the trousers had no crutch. The hand that dabbled between her thighs was tracing small patterns in her glistening pink flesh.
More bodies crowded in to see the newcomer. A blonde girl, her face masked but clearly very lovely, crawled towards her on all fours. She was naked apart from a narrow mask over her eyes, and studded leather straps at wrist and ankle. They matched the belt around her waist and were joined to it by metal chains.
She knelt tall at Susie’s feet and slid her hands up the trussed girl’s thighs, lifting the dress and holding it around her waist. She pulled Susie’s hips forward, tilting her face up, mouth opening, tongue searching... Suddenly there was a loud flat crack! The blonde squealed and squirmed away, writhing on the floor. Another woman stood imperiously over her. Her blonde hair was cropped short. Clearly older, she was dressed identically to the younger girl, just five bands of studded leather at wrist, ankle and waist. But she wore no chains. Her breasts were small, and barely moved as her right arm flicked and there was another flat crack! She was holding a thin leather riding-crop, and for the second time she’d laid it across the girl’s pert bottom, leaving a thin red weal in its wake.
‘Go on, then,’ hissed the older woman, ‘if you want it that badly.’ Susie wasn’t sure what she meant, and then gasped as the girl struggled to her knees and her warm mouth squeezed between her thighs and closed over her damp panties. The whip cracked almost at once and the girl jumped, but only increased her lascivious attentions. Her hands crept up the back of Susie’s thighs, cupped her buttocks, and pulled her harder onto her face and tongue.
‘Ungrateful bitch,’ hissed the woman, and she cut the whip down again. The girl’s squeal was muffled against Susie’s sopping pussy.
‘Whore!’ and sharp fingernails dug into Susie’s bottom as the lovely girl tensed for another blow. It was a thin noise as the tip of the riding-crop whipped across the poor girl’s exposed bottom and she squealed again, pressing her face deeper into Susie’s body.
‘Bitch...! Whore...! Harlot...! Trollop...!’ Every insult was punctuated by a crack of the whip and another thin weal of pain across the girl’s buttocks. No one in the crowd made any move to interfere. Susie saw the redhead, legs still wide, fingers now inside herself, her free hand buried between the thighs of a woman next to her.
The whip continued to fall relentlessly, until eventually the girl groaned and shuddered to an orgasm, her shoulders heaving and her flushed face slipping away from Susie. S
he slumped to the floor and curled up like a contented kitten. The woman with cropped hair slipped away through the contorting throng of lurid onlookers.
As a writhing orgy developed Belinda appeared in front of Susie. She’d slipped off her skirt, and was now wearing only a latex bra, stockings, suspenders and high heels, all in black.
‘Said I’d be back,’ she breathed sexily, and held out a hand. She was holding an obscene dildo with rubber attached. It was only when she stepped into the thing, pulling it up her lovely legs, that Susie realised it was a pair of panties. Black rubber panties, with a solid erection spearing up from the gusset. Susie couldn’t believe Belinda’s intent as she stepped onto the platform and rubbed herself against Susie, easing a tongue between her lips as the plastic erection nosed between her thighs. Susie breathed into the fresh-smelling mouth as fingers lifted her dress and peeled her moist panties aside, spreading her lips in readiness.
Belinda broke off the kiss. ‘Ready now?’ she breathed in Susie’s ear. ‘I know I am.’
Despite her trepidation, Susie closed her eyes and nodded. Her head lolled back and she slumped in the rubber bonds as the rigid plastic nudged inside and then rose up inexorably to fill her completely. Belinda whispered encouragement as her hips ground slowly up and down against her beautiful captive. Through a haze of ecstasy Susie couldn’t believe she was being fucked by another woman. The truth of it was too much, and a wondrous orgasm swept over her. Belinda kissed Susie again, passionately, and cupped her buttocks to pull her close as she took her own orgasm.
The rest of the evening drifted by with Susie in a complete daze. But through her swirling emotions she recognised that all the men were totally insatiable, their erections never waning no matter how many times they ejaculated. Through her swirling emotions she recognised that they must have taken a stimulant, a drug... and she knew which one it was.
Chapter Fifteen