Melinda was busy dressing like a Siamese. “It’s either this or the tabby, because of my blue eyes,” she explained. “Okay, we stay on all fours and follow him through the house. Look around the rooms like you’re a cat, and just kinda’ follow what I’m doing.”
“Are we supposed to meow?” Sasha grinned.
“You can purr, if he pets you. You won’t be able to meow.” With that, Melinda stuck a black foam gag ball into Sasha’s mouth with whiskers protruding out the sides, and strapped it to her head.
Sasha almost choked trying not to laugh at the vision in the mirror. Melinda pulled her down and she crawled out the door after her. Apparently they were late, because Mel picked up speed as soon as they hit the polished wooden floorboards in the hall, and Sasha was breathless as she inhaled through her nose and they crawled into the study.
Eric had changed into a red velvet smoking jacket, and it appeared to be all he was wearing, besides the unlit pipe in his hand. ‘Good grief. No wonder the two of them are together,’ Sasha thought.
Eric reached down, read Sasha’s tag and grinned at Melinda. “Excellent choice, Siam. Puss-puss suits her.”
Melinda tried to smile, and there was no question of the adoration in her pretty blue eyes. She crawled over, arched her back and rubbed along his leg.
Eric patted the top of her head. “We need to get prowling. The new pussy needs to see the house.” He sat back on the sofa and Melinda began crawling around the room, looking under the desk and in corners.
Sasha started on the other side, looked under shelves and wound around the floor lamp. She climbed up onto the window seat, crawled its length and dropped back down to the floor as Melinda passed by her on the floor. After she had circled the entire room, she watched Mel crawl back to the couch, climb up and curl next to Eric. Sasha did the same.
They went through most of the house this way. Sasha struggled with the stairs, and Eric and ‘Siam’ waited patiently for her at the top. One side of the loft was the Master bedroom and bath, and the other side looked like a theater. There was a stage, twelve comfortable reclining armchairs and a mini bar.
Eric sat back in one of the chairs while Melinda and Sasha crawled around the stage. They returned to Eric and sat on the chairs on either side of him. “Whiskers down,” he said.
Sasha watched Melinda remove her gag and did the same. She swooshed spit around her dry mouth and waited for his next instructions.
“Tomorrow night is show time.” Eric looked at Melinda. “I’m guessing by your outfit, you want to do the Siamese Twins set up?”
“Sasha’s a little shorter than me, but not by much, and I think we could pull it off,” Melinda answered.
“Well, we only have tonight to practice.” Eric looked very concerned about this. “Is that going to be enough time?” He looked at Sasha. “Do you think you can be ready?”
‘Ready for what?’ “Um, I guess so, if there aren’t too many lines to memorize,” she answered.
Melinda leaned over and smiled excitedly. “There are no lines, Sasha. We’re Siamese Twins joined at the mouths. Isn’t that cool?” Melinda squirmed with delight.
Sasha was already speechless thinking about this news. ‘Okay, they are over the top strange.’
“Really, Sasha, it’s the only one I can think of that is ‘back only’. William and I flipped and he gets the front.” Eric was obviously disappointed that he only got to torment Sasha’s back.
“I’m confident you and Melinda can make sure I get it right, sir. Actually, I’m a pretty quick study on unusual situations,” Sasha assured him.
Eric and Melinda looked relieved. “Whiskers on,” he ordered.
Sasha re-gagged herself and re-affixed the Velcro strap on the back of her head. One of the whiskers went up her nose, so she used her mittened hands to straighten them. The pussycats climbed out of the chairs and Sasha navigated the stairs, nervous about the face first approach. They crawled after Eric to the kitchen where he put their lunch in their cat bowls.
For the rest of the afternoon, Melinda and she curled up on the window seat in the study while Eric worked. They crawled once to the bathroom and back to the window seat. The sun began to set and Eric announced, “Prowling’s over.”
Sasha crawled back to the pussycat room with Melinda and they removed the cat suits. “We need to get ready for dinner. I can’t believe he only gave us an hour,” Melinda pouted.
She bounced over to the closet. “Come here.” Melinda began quickly rummaging through short spandex dresses. “This one, I think,” absently adding, “No panties. Eric hates panties.”
Sasha squeezed into a micro mini with slashed cutouts that strategically, if not barely, covered her nipples, pussy and part of her bottom. Even when she tugged it down, it scarcely covered her. Melinda put on a similar dress and handed Sasha a pair of strappy five inch heels.
Mel sat Sasha at the vanity and began applying heavy makeup. Sasha usually went with a minimalist approach, and she stared at the reflection of her garish eye shadow, heavy eyeliner and red lips that Melinda leaned down and kissed to blot. “You look scrumptious.” She made herself up just as outrageously.
Next came the hair. She pulled most of Sasha’s hair up into a ponytail, high on her head. A few tendrils were twisted on a curling iron to hang down, and it seemed like a whole can of hairspray was used to fluff out the tail. Sasha watched in amazement as Melinda coaxed her hair into standing six inches up and out to the sides before clumps of strands were separated and sprayed to look like a mass of whips. Sasha decided she now knew exactly how to dress as a slut, if she ever wanted to.
Melinda straightened a few of her short black curls and used the same freeze spray so that it appeared she had spikes sticking out of the nest of waves. She checked the cat clock on the wall, its eyes and tail sweeping sideways as the seconds passed by. “Ready,” she announced.
Sasha balanced on the heels and followed her to the dining room. Eric was dressed in a tank top and jeans, and was barefoot. His long blonde hair so carefully combed back earlier was now haphazardly ruffled, and a lock strayed continuously down to his forehead.
Halfway through dinner, Melinda put her fork down and looked at Eric. “Okay, what’s up, sir?”
Sasha had not noticed anything out of the ordinary, mostly because everything was out of the ordinary at this house. She looked at Mel, then at Eric to see what was going on.
Eric shivered with excitement. “Darien’s coming to the show tomorrow night.”
“No way,” Mel exclaimed. “He never comes to our shows,” Melinda told Sasha. “We’ve invited him for years, but he’s always busy.”
“I did have to make a deal with him, though. He gets to take Sasha home with him after the performance and cast reception.” Eric studied Melinda to make sure this was acceptable.
“Well darn, I knew there had to be a catch.” She brightened and turned to Sasha. “I bet if he enjoys the play he’ll let you do another one with us sometime.”
Sasha decided that, as strange and chaotic as Eric and Melinda were, it was impossible not to like them. It seemed every moment was one big act after another for enjoyment, and conventional and conservative were ideals best left at the doorstep as soon as you entered the home that was also their theater. “We’ll see what kind of actress I am first. You may not want me to perform again,” she smiled.
“Oh Sasha,” Mel admonished. “You’ll be great. Most of the plays need all sides or at least the front. Don’t get me wrong. Siamese Twins is a good one. It’s just that the audience doesn’t get to see much of our eyes, and our shrieks will be muffled so it’s not quite as intense for the observer,” she explained.
“Speaking of which, we better get to the theater and rehearse. With Darien coming, I want it to go off without a hitch.” Eric stood and the girls followed him upstairs.
Melinda went through the trunk of costumes and came back with a big white sheet and a red scarf. Eric had disappeared and came back in whit
e silk buccaneer breeches with a red sash around the waist. “I’m just going to use the cotton whip so you’re not marked up for tomorrow night. I wish Darien hadn’t striped your ass.”
“I’ll put magic ointment on the welts and maybe use a little make up. It will be fine, Eric. Just concentrate on me in those areas and no one will notice,” Melinda assured him.
Sasha was intrigued by the way their relationship worked. Eric definitely pulled the strings and made the decisions, while Melinda reassured and cooed over him. It was becoming clear that Mel could never handle a restrictive partner. They were as perfect for each other as Edmond and Katie were. Sasha already knew this crazy fetish style was not something she would want on a regular basis, but still part of it was fun and the thought of the play intrigued her.
“This is a dress rehearsal,” Melinda informed her. “That’s why I was a little heavy on the makeup.”
It was nice to know Mel did not use the heavy hand with the paints every night. “I thought no one was going to see our faces.”
Eric’s eyes gleamed. “That is the topping on the cake, the moment of the big reveal. After sitting through the performance and not being able to see you, when you’re separated for our bows and they see the makeup running down your faces, it’s up to their imaginations to experience your pain. I swear, they’re going to go wild,” he said excitedly.
Eric maneuvered Melinda and Sasha so they were standing side by side. “We’ll do Sasha first.” He held up a rubber O-ring that was attached to another one by two short chains. “This is a little tricky, so bear with me. Melinda and I practiced with it, but it still takes adjusting to get it right.”
Sasha had to force herself not to smile at his look of concentration while he placed the ring in her mouth. “Okay, Mel, your turn.”
Melinda’s lips almost touched Sasha’s as she and Eric worked to get the ring in her mouth. Melinda used her tongue to get hers situated, and the two girls were open mouthed with their lips brushing while Eric strapped the gag to the back of their heads, camouflaging it with their hair. He stood back. “Perfect. Hold on, Mel wanted a picture.” Eric ran to the bar, and when he returned Sasha caught the flash out of her peripheral vision. “We’ll record it tomorrow night so you and Mel can see the whole thing,” he assured them.
Eric pulled off their dresses, and Melinda and Sasha held onto each other while he removed their shoes. Melinda kept thrusting her tongue into Sasha’s mouth and Sasha had a hard time keeping from laughing. Her breasts jiggled against Melinda’s, and then Melinda did start laughing into the gag. That started Sasha off and Eric rolled his eyes.
“Stop that. Concentrate.” He pulled them over to the side of the stage.
Sasha’s back was towards the middle of the platform and she could not see whatever heavy prop Eric was bolting down.
Melinda’s eyes were smiling with delight, and she began a very intimate kiss.
‘Oh, what the hell,’ Sasha thought, and returned the kiss with the same affection. The familiar stirrings of arousal were assaulting her by the time Eric got back to them.
“Okay, now we put the sheet over you and I announce my unusual find on my travels to the audience. I do a kind of ‘tada’ and pull off the sheet and explain what you are.” Eric put the sheet over them and guided them to the center of the stage. It was awkward walking like that, and the girls held each other’s arms to keep balanced.
Eric whipped off the sheet. “Then, I give the spiel about how you can’t eat food and live off pain.”
‘Pretty lame, but I guess that’s not the point of the whole thing,’ Sasha figured.
Eric guided them towards his unusual prop. It was a large square frame with cuffs on each corner and double cuffs attached together in the middle at the top and bottom. He placed Melinda first, with an arm and leg stretched to corners and her back to the theater. Next, he attached one of Sasha’s arms and legs to the opposite corners. He attached Sasha’s other wrist and ankle to the middle cuff and finished by securing Melinda. Their joined mouths were in back of their joined arms in an awkward stretch. Sasha quivered when his hand trailed down their arms, sides and legs to make sure they were not overly stretched. “How’s that? Comfortable?”
Sasha gave Mel a look that said, ‘He’s got to be kidding.’ The question was of course, unanswerable. Sasha decided her situation was a little ungainly, but not painful, and she made an okay gesture with her fingers.
Melinda kept kissing her, and Sasha gave up trying to decipher whatever lines Eric was spewing to the imaginary audience. The next thing she was aware of was the light lash of the soft cotton whip. The more he applied it across the two of them, the wetter Sasha became. Melinda’s lips began to tremble against hers, and Sasha answered with her own quivering response.
By the time Eric began unbinding them, they both had wet thighs and he had to tap them on the shoulders to get their attention and let them know their gags were unbuckled and they could separate. “Good, you’re a natural. You look like you’re completely into your role,” he complimented. He took their hands and brought them forward for a bow to the empty chairs. They took two steps back, and then forward again and another bow. Apparently, he was counting on a resounding amount of applause.
“I think the rehearsal went well enough. We’re all set. How did you feel about it?” Eric asked.
Sasha was silent, and Melinda said, “If we don’t hit the shower and bed right now, I’m attacking you on stage.”
Eric beamed. “I hope the audience gets as excited. Me, I’m as hard as granite,” he grinned and rubbed his swollen rod, outlined by the silk breeches.
While they were soaping up in the shower, and it took quite a while for Sasha to get off all the makeup and rinse out the hairspray, Sasha asked Eric why he did not go into theater. “You seem so passionate about it.”
“I only enjoy it with Melinda and a few friends involved. It’s like having a super power and not telling anyone but your closest confidants. Most of it’s spontaneous, and I don’t think we’d enjoy following a schedule,” he answered.
“Mom always said, be careful not to make your hobby your work or you’ll lose your enjoyment of it,” Mel recited.
Melinda and Eric finally had to help run their fingers and the conditioner through Sasha’s tangled hair. Melinda moaned, “I’m so sorry. I’ve never been able to get these damn curls to grow past my shoulders before I get aggravated and cut it. I had no idea what a mess I made out of your hair.”
“I wouldn’t have traded it for anything, Mel. Not that I’ll be styling it that way again for a while, but I had no idea how big my hair could be,” Sasha laughed.
After they finished with their shower, they climbed into the huge bed. “Pussycats: lap,” Eric ordered. He lay back with his hands folded under his head, and Melinda and Sasha attacked his cock and balls with their tongues, occasionally lapping each other. Eric began squeezing his thighs as drops of liquid oozed out of his slit, and the girls laughingly fought to capture them.
“Enough,” Eric groaned. “Sasha straddle, Mel saddle.” Eric grabbed Sasha and placed her pussy over his mouth, facing Melinda who shuddered while she lowered herself on his shaft.
Eric’s mouth began working Sasha’s folds, and she was already desperately trying to hold back her climax. Melinda was lifting up and down in a gentle rhythm and reached out a hand to Sasha’s shoulder. Sasha reached a tentative hand towards Melinda’s pussy, and a finger found her clit. Melinda pulled her into another kiss.
Eric’s talented tongue worked faster; Melinda started bouncing; and Sasha had to let go of her find and hold onto Mel’s shoulders. A few seconds later, Mel leaned back and quivered, “Master may I cum?”
Sasha grabbed that thought quickly and gasped, “Sir, may I cum?”
Eric muffled, “Yes, pussycats, you may cum.”
Everyone exploded into a convulsive spasm of gasps, shudders, liquid and a shriek from Melinda. They untangled, and both women curled onto Eric’s ch
est. “I don’t think I could handle that every night, but was that the best or what?” Melinda declared.
“I have never experience anything even close,” Sasha agreed.
“Totally awesome.” Eric kissed both heads, and they settled enough to sleep.
The next day, the women prowled again in their cat suits while Eric made last minute adjustments to the stage and made sure the bar was stocked for his audience. Melinda applied their heavy makeup, but left Sasha’s hair in a ponytail. She was still apologizing for the outrageous style from the night before.
“Are you kidding? If we have Halloween parties, you are so doing my makeup and hair,” Sasha assured her.
Melinda was appeased that Sasha had forgiven her. They wore different spandex micros and matching high strappy heels to dinner.
Eric was actually nervous about the impending performance, and Sasha thought it was cute. He was so serious about this. She realized it had not even crossed her mind that she would be leaving with Darien tonight.
“If I get caught up in my fans’ adoration, I want to thank both of you for a wonderful time,” she said.
Melinda smiled. “We know we’re different,” she shrugged, “but it works for us. I’m so happy you came.”
Eric was obviously pleased. “You know you’re welcome back anytime. It’s so nice Darien has finally found someone.” Eric smiled wickedly. “All of us have tried to sabotage him with prospects over the years, but none of them worked out. We really thought no one was going to be right for him. For me…as soon as Melinda spilled that drink on me in the club, I knew she was the one. Did she ever tell you about it?”
Sasha looked at Melinda who was uncharacteristically blushing, something she rarely did. “I don’t think so. Darien mentioned you met at one of your clubs.”
“The one in Dallas. I was sitting at a table with Edmond and Katie, and I turned to see the cutest pixie you could imagine walking up to us in these stilts of high heels.” Eric squeezed Melinda’s hand.
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