A Courtesan At the End of the Rainbow

By D'Anna Duquesne

A tale of two women; the youthful and impressionable Margot Fields and the wise and sexually seasoned Carmel St. Claire, whose entertainment company, ‘The End of the Rainbow’ caters to the sexual appetites of an elite and wealthy clientele. Hoping to pass on her knowledge and perhaps the reins of her company to the promising Margot, Carmel mentors the young woman through the necessary sexual scenarios and philosophies of becoming a performance Courtesan. Yet, in the face of Margot’s newly discovered independence, coupled with the playful and promiscuous minx invading her body, she sets her own agenda when it comes to her sexuality which complicates matters as she navigates the carnal minefields dotting the very landscape she journeys.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312603745

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A Courtesan At the End of the Rainbow

A Courtesan at the End of the Rainbow

By

D’Anna Duquesne

COPYRIGHT © BY D’ANNA DUQUESNE, 2014

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and situations are used fictitiously. Any similarities to persons living or dead (unless explicitly noted), events, or locales are merely coincidental.

ISBN: 978-1-312-60374-5

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OTHER WORKS BY

D’ANNA DUQUESNE

Novels

SIMONE

LELAND AND SIMONE

FOUNTAINS OF YOUTH

Shorts

The Latticed Gate

A Day At The Print House

SUBJECTS, THEMES SITUATIONS  AND LANGUAGE MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME READERS

SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT

FOR ADULTS ONLY

NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18

XXX – FOR ADULTS ONLY

NOT WRITTEN FOR, OR INTENDED FOR THE SEXUALLY OR MORALLY CHALLENGED!

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.

Picture of Dorian Grey – Oscar Wilde

Thanks to all who have supported me with their feedback in the writing of this novel especially K.Berkshire and M. Morgan both of whom were steadfast and honest in their words of support and encouragement. Also, many thanks to Eamon, my kindred; Phil Anders; Luc; Alyson; Nate; Ben; Rico; Spyguy; Petersgirl; Oldoz; Rissole; Megalanthropus; Jaundealzate; Rosslyn Scott; Roxilafay; DD; Shy Girl; Sweet; and Secret for all of your comments and hanging in there with me!

I thank my husband for the countless hours of listening to my storylines and reading and of course, for keeping me happily inspired in all things sensual! Love you, baby!

Also thanks to my family and friends who patiently tolerated the long hours I spent at my computer and the obsessive personality that took over while I was writing!

To all of my fans and readers across the globe, I thank you for your unwavering support and encouragement.

CHAPTER ONE

Margot was desperate. All alone, with nothing! Not a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of! Her life, all twenty-three years of it was spiraling down a black hole into complete and utter chaos. She still was mourning the deaths of her parents and the car accident that had claimed their lives. How she had been spared in the head-on collision that had literally sliced the car in half still fed her overwhelming sense of guilt.

Although she had been belted in the back seat it took the emergency fire crews with the ‘Jaws of Life’ nearly two hours to cut her out of the twisted metal and now she suffered with severe bouts of claustrophobia, not to mention depression. As she agonized through each excruciating moment to be rescued, she could see what was left of her parents’ mangled and bloodied bodies. Even now, when the images would waft through her consciousness, the migraines would come barreling into her head like a steady sledgehammer.

Leaving the offices of her parents’ attorney, also the Executor of their wills had left her shell-shocked. Nothing. Their house, which she always thought she would get now belonged to the bank due to a lien on their reverse mortgage. Whatever assets they had amassed over their lifetimes had been leveraged against insurmountable debt leaving her a skimpy $25,000. Two insurance policies gave her as their sole beneficiary a total of $30,000. She was in her final year at the University and her tuition fees for the year would suck up most of that money leaving her maybe $3,000 if she was lucky. And that she would have to apply towards her next six months of rent to keep a roof over her head.

Six months in and now nearly broke with no means of income, Margot could barely keep up with her classes. Her grades were serviceable if that’s what you called C’s. Now, in retrospect, attaining a degree seemed such a waste of time. She was at the point of considering dropping out when she met Carmel St. Claire at an entrepreneurial school-sponsored event. Ms. St. Claire was the only woman on a panel of five entrepreneurs. Her male counterparts appeared contemptuous of her as if her methods and the way to her success were unseemly, soiled; dirty. One very audacious panel member even inferred that she had slept her way to the top, to which she responded ‘you do whatever is necessary!’

That little tidbit latched onto a portion of Margot’s brain. It might have taken months before she actually did anything with it but fate had stepped in at an opportune moment and serendipitously placed her and Carmel St. Claire standing alongside each other at the sinks in the women’s restroom of the University’s Student Center.

What was that guy’s problem? Margot asked, surprised that the words had exited her mouth since just being in the woman’s presence was intimidating.

Carmel St. Claire looked up at her in the mirror facing them; she was beautiful, she had the face of an angel! Her light brown eyes were intense and focused. Margot suddenly felt like she shouldn’t have said anything. Obviously, the woman wasn’t the type to speak to poor little waifs, which was exactly how Margot was feeling.

Couldn’t you tell, the thirtyish woman suddenly spoke, a slight smile forming at the edges of her mouth, females aren’t allowed entry into the big-dick club!

Margot suddenly giggled and coyly covered her mouth.

Are you a student here?

Yes, a business major, but I don’t think I’ll be finishing…

…and why is that?

I’m… Margot suddenly stopped embarrassment filled her face. I’ve been dealing with a lot of unexpected hurdles you could say…it’s hard to focus when you’re worried about money and how you’re going to live…

Carmel St. Claire stared at her for such a long time it was beyond awkward. Suddenly, Margot felt the woman’s hand take a strong hold of her chin as she piercingly gazed into her eyes.

But money isn’t your only hurdle…?

Margot felt as if she was being hypnotized.

Well…no…I’m alone…it’s only been recent…I’ve had to grow up in a very short amount of time and I can’t say that I was prepared for any of it…

Any of what?

Pain washed over Margot’s face.

M…mm…my parents…w…were k…kkk…killed in a c..car acc..i..dent, she stuttered. Shit, she had overcome that disorder when she was ten and now, in front of this successful and powerful woman, it had bounced back with a vengeance.

What’s your name?

Mar…got…Margot Fields. Finally, she got it out in a normal cadence.

Well, you look like you could use a friend Margot Fields! Come on, let’s take a walk?

Margot heaved her large bag over her shoulder and followed the professionally dressed Carmel St. Claire out of the student center and out to the parking lot where a black limousine waited. A hunk of a driver immediately popped out of the car and opened the back door. Carmel St. Claire got in and looked up at Margot who was standing and staring with her mouth gaping wide open.

Are you coming? the woman asked, a look of sincere curiosity on her face.

Margot climbed into the car and it pulled away

*   *   *   *   *   *   *

At a posh restaurant nestled in the hills of the University town, Margot sat across from Carmel. The room was nicely lit, not too bright and the ambience was warm and comforting. The waiter had sat them at a table overlooking the bay in the distance and said their dinners would be right out. Aside from them, the restaurant was completely empty. As Margot sat taking it all in, the waiter suddenly returned, their meals on a cart and he sat their plates in front of them: rib-eye steaks, a healthy portion of mashed potatoes and gravy and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. Margot’s eyes widened. She hadn’t eaten a meal like this at an expensive restaurant since, oh shit, the night of the accident. She felt her brain go a bit fuzzy at the memory, but then again she was so hungry and it smelled so good, she was ready to scarf it down. Manners, she thought, yes, she had to remember she had been raised with manners.

The waiter, still standing at the table asked if Miss St. Claire needed anything else. The older woman stared hard at Margot. She extended her arm across the table and once again grabbed Margot’s chin.

Dark circles under her eyes and here, she touched several places on her face, she’s iron deficient. Have Mike make a kale salad. That should do it and the wine. The waiter nodded his understanding and disappeared.

When was the last time you ate a meal? Carmel questioned.

A real meal? A couple of days ago… Margot was embarrassed. I’ve just been so b…b…busy…

How long have you had this speech impediment?

I haven’t…when I was little, I had it…n..n..now since the acc..ident… she frowned frustrated.

Okay, I can help you manage that, but you’ve got to cut the shit with me! When was the last time you had a real meal? she reiterated.

Last week, at a campus barbecue.

How low are your funds?

Low…I have maybe three hundred dollars which has to last me until I can find a job…

Carmel interrupted her.

What kind of jobs have you had in the past?

I…I’ve never had one, her voice barely audible. Saying it made her feel as small as a flea, like a dwerb. My parents… she quickly added.

…took care of you? Carmel finished her sentence. Margot nodded. The waiter brought back the kale salads and an opened bottle of red wine, pouring it into both women’s glasses and respectfully waited until Carmel dismissed him.

Okay, we can talk about that after you’ve eaten.

The two women ate mostly in silence. Margot had no idea what she should say or talk about so she simply remained mute. Carmel didn’t seem to mind, but she would occasionally glance at her eating which made Margot slow down. After she had finished everything on her plate, including the kale salad, Carmel poured her another glass of wine. She tried to politely decline since she was already feeling the effects of the alcohol but Carmel insisted.

It will build your iron. Most women are iron-deficient, it makes us sluggish and weak. If you’re going to be in my employ I can’t have that.

Margot was glad she had swallowed her wine otherwise she would have spit it out in shock.

Your employ?

Margot watched Carmel pull a card case from her purse and fish out a business card which she slid across the table. Margot picked up the card and stared at it.

The End of the Rainbow?

Carmel laughed.

It’s an entertainment business. High end. I cater to very wealthy clients.

Margot nodded her head, even though it was spinning with all kinds of thoughts. An entertainment business catering to wealthy clients, was Carmel St. Claire a madam, was this a call-girl service? Was that why the men on the panel were so haughty towards her?

Stand up, Carmel suddenly ordered.

Margot stared at her unsure before slowly rising from the table.

Take off your blouse…

What?

I want you to get naked in front of me…right now.

Margot gasped. What the hell? She would have never pegged this professional woman as a freak in disguise! She wanted her to get naked in public?

I don’t think I can do that… she was glad she had said it without stammering. What about… she looked around the restaurant, what if someone comes in?

No one is coming in. The restaurant doesn’t open for another hour. The staff is in the back, this is private. Take off your clothes.

Margot blushed. She wasn’t really into women, although she had experimented with a lot of the neighborhood girls when she was younger. But if this is what Carmel wanted in return for her kindness, which she had to admit after months of isolation felt good, she could and would bring herself into a willing alignment.

Now mentally resigned, Margot slipped out of her shoes and nervously peeled off her blouse, followed by her skirt. Her face was flushed as she stood in front of this woman, who could have easily been a dowager were it not for the fact that she still appeared young.

Are you a virgin? Carmel asked as she stood clumsily in her bra and panties.

No.

No boyfriend?

No.

Why not?

I can’t compete with those girls…

What girls?

The sexy ones, the pretty ones, Margot frowned, her lips twisted. She watched as Carmel rose from the table and stood directly in front of her. The woman leaned in and pressed her lips onto hers. Her lips were soft, softer than any lips Margot had felt and as Carmel’s tongue slipped into her mouth, it was warm and inviting and Margot felt the arousal build in between her legs. As Carmel was kissing her, her arms went around her back and suddenly her bra had been unclasped and was being pulled away from her breasts.

Margot couldn’t help but respond to the tongue that softly meshed with hers. She moaned with desire when Carmel’s hand reached into her panties and touched her now wet lips. Carmel slid her panties to her ankles and pulled away, only to gaze at her naked body.

Not bad…turn around, she ordered.

Margot stepped out of the underwear and turned around. She could feel the woman’s eyes resting on her ass.

Have you ever been with a woman? she asked as she turned Margot around.

Yes…no, not really? Margot could see the question mark on Carmel’s face. When I was young, never as an adult.

Your preference is men?

Yes.

Suddenly, Carmel’s hand slapped hard at one of her nipples. Margot flinched.

Have you ever had a man do that to you?

No! she exclaimed.

Suddenly Carmel’s mouth was on Margot’s nipple, sucking hard, harder than anyone had ever sucked, but when she felt her teeth bare down, the tender tissue which had already retreated in excitement registered pain. She yelped. Carmel lifted off of her and smiled.

I don’t suppose they’ve done that, either?

Margot shook her head.

You may not be a virgin, Carmel quipped, but you have the inexperience of one!

No… Margot defended. She didn’t like the implication. It felt like Carmel was belittling her. It was true, she didn’t have a lot of experience but she had done some things, just not the rough stuff!

Have you ever had a dick in your pussy and your ass at the same time?

Margot gasped.

No. Margot had heard about stuff like that, but that would involve a threesome which she had never experienced, not that she wasn’t curious, but no one was beating down her door trying to invite her into such an arrangement.

Carmel pulled a chair from under the table.

Put your foot up on the chair and open.

Margot sighed but complied opening her legs and exposing her smooth mauve-colored labia, the hooded clit and her moist slit.

You shave?

Wax.

Carmel nodded quietly.

Touch yourself, she suddenly said, her tongue slowly wiping across her lips.

Margot placed her fingers at her pussy and rubbed its wetness.

Insert them, she was instructed.

Doing as she was told, she immediately closed her eyes. There was something so provocative about being in the restaurant, the fear that one of the staff might enter while she was pumping her fingers into her pussy. It was arousing.

Suddenly, Margot’s eyes reopened as Carmel pulled her hand away bringing it to those soft lips before licking her fingers clean. Margot could feel the little beads of sweat as they formed along her hairline. There was no doubt, she was aroused and wanting whatever Ms. Carmel St. Claire had to offer.

Carmel grabbed her leg on the chair and gently placed it back on the floor as she gazed at Margot, not so much with desire but curiosity.

Do you like sucking dick? Carmel asked.

Yes.

Well, that works in your favor but you have much to learn. Get dressed. She said business-like and went back to the table and sat down.

But I thought… Margot looked confused only to become embarrassed.

I didn’t ask you to undress because I wanted to fuck you, although with a little instruction your body will scream desire and you will have your pick of the lot. You are an attractive young woman, Margot. You need to find your way in the world. If you’re willing to pay attention and work hard I can help you do that. Money will never be a problem, but I want you to see a professional to deal with your loss and a speech therapist if need be. I will take care of your expenses while you are training. I expect you to finish your University studies and once you’ve graduated, we will discuss how you want to move forward? Is that agreeable to you?

She nodded.

I think you should see for yourself what my business entails. One of my premiere performers will be soloing at an event tonight. I’d like you to go there. Your duties will be limited to greeting and taking care of the assistants’ needs.

Assistants?

Three girls will be attending Lady Ivory. You and two others will not physically engage the guests; your responsibilities are to oversee Lady Ivory and her court.

So it’s like a performance of some sort?

Carmel chuckled.

Of some sort… she smiled. Tomorrow we will talk and you can tell me whether this is something you’d be interested in training to do? If you choose to opt out I will offer you a job here.

Here?

This is my restaurant.

Margot stared at her stunned. Wow! She suddenly felt like magic stardust had just been sprinkled all over her! For the first time in a long time she could see light at the end of the tunnel! She had been offered a way forward.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *

It was a beautiful home tucked into the mountainside. Margot walked down a long driveway. She had gone by Carmel’s office and picked up her uniform for tonight, black slacks and a loose-fitting peasant blouse. Actually, it wasn’t what she expected, but not knowing what she was walking into she took solace in the fact that her modest dress allowed her to fade into the background.

She rang the doorbell. A young woman, also dressed in the same attire answered.

Oh hi, you must be Margot? Margot nodded as the woman, petite with large breasts extended her hand. Lise.

Margot followed her inside. Wow, this place was incredible, it screamed rich! The views were breathtaking.

So you know about the event, right?

Yeah, Lady Ivory and her court… she said still following the young woman.

Lise led her into a huge opened courtyard framed by an English garden of bedded roses and hedges of lavender. At the center of the bricked courtyard was a stage, maybe two feet or so off the ground and on the stage was centered a bed, no headboard, no footboard, just what appeared to be a foam-like mattress covered with a fresh satin sheet.

And this is where most of the performance takes place, Lise said looking towards the bed. The court will move around this area, she said as Margot took stock of the arrangement of tables and chairs arranged circularly around the stage. She counted them, ten tables and two chairs at each. Okay, there would be at least twenty attendees.

And what is it that we do? she suddenly found her voice. After her dinner with Carmel, she knew the night’s event would be sexual, she just had no clue it would involve a performance of the sex act and indeed, that was the only thing that could be happening here on this bed, staged for greedy voyeur eyes.

We don’t really have to deal with Lady Ivory, not until the end when we are to cover her and walk her out. Mostly, it’s her attendants. Tonight’s event is couples; all the guests will arrive as couples. We are to seat them at their tables, take care of their drink orders, and keep up with the clothing.

The clothing?

Well, yeah, once she gets going, they tend to shed their clothing and get busy if you know what I mean?

Margot simply stared at her as she was envisioning the scenario that was being painted for her.

What do we do with their clothing?

Just fold it up and put in a nice tidy pile next to whichever group you’re taking care of, except the attendants clothes are brought back over here, Lise led her to a small cubby of shelves.

The attendants join in?

Only if they are requested. But usually they are! Have you seen what they wear?

Margot shook her head, just as Tia, a busty blonde popped into the courtyard.

Hey Lise, is Mags here, yet?

You didn’t see her downstairs?

Tia approached them. Margot tried to hide the surprise in her eyes as she gawked at the woman’s attire. A yellow sheer blouse with no bra showed her breasts leaving nothing to the imagination. The light yellow skirt, if you could call it that was like a spandex band that wrapped around her hips, her vagina barely covered, and her ass cheeks fully exposed. This was obviously an attendant! As a breeze blew through the courtyard, Tia’s nipples went hard.

And who’s this? Tia asked as she looked at Margot.

Margot. Hand picked by the Diva herself for tonight’s assignment, Lise offered.

Margot, such a fresh little face! Tia smoothed her hand along the contour of Margot’s face. It’s your first time at one of these?

Yes, she eked out.

Well try not to look like a Munch painting! There’s nothing to be afraid of, no one will bother you. The guests know the rules and they all have been vetted.

Margot didn’t know how to respond to that, she felt like a fish out of water.

Lise, can you get me a seltzer water and a slice of lime?

Sure, Lise said and looked at Margot. Come on, I’ll show you…

After following Lise inside to the kitchen where there was a full bar, Margot watched her make the drink and explained that there would be a bartender taking care of the drinks, they merely had to serve.

When Lady Ivory arrived Margot was stunned by her grace, her sensuality, her beauty, it was as if a goddess had stepped into the room. She had a cape wrapped around her, but her face, her hands and her feet were painted a stark, dazzling white.

The attendants all similarly dressed like Tia, but one in pink, the other in blue gathered around her and all disappeared downstairs.

Margot, Lise called out to her and motioned her towards the front of the house.

Okay, since it’s your first time, you’ll be the main greeter. Everyone’s name has to be checked off of the list. And they have to provide the right password to get in, men and women!

What’s the password?

We won’t know until Carmel calls thirty minutes before their arrival.

Will she be here?

No, she frowned and looked at her as if she was crazy. Carmel arranges. She has utmost faith in her performers, she’d never check up on them!

Here’s the list of names, Lise opened a leather bound book. All are names of deities, that way it’s all confidential and everyone that arrives must wear a mask , us too. The masks remain on until they leave, you understand?

Margot nodded. This had to be the most bizarre event that she had ever seen, but at the same time she was quite excited to be witnessing something involving so much pageantry.

Everyone has already pre-paid for the event, but this box here, she gestured to a wooden chest, like the kind for a pirate’s booty, this is for the end of the night tips for the attendants. And this one here, another chest, but smaller, this is for our tips.

We’re to be tipped, too?

Of course, silly, all this damned work! That’s where the big dollars get issued! You’ll see!

How long has Carmel had this business?

Ten years at least. She was in her twenties when she started, now her performances are once in a blue moon, which basically means once or twice a year.

She performs? Margot asked shocked.

Does she ever! They can’t pay enough to come to her performances, I heard that she made almost a hundred thousand one night in tip money alone! She’s off the chart!

Wow, I guess I should pay attention to the performance!

Oh don’t worry about that, you will, but it is totally, absolutely against the rules to touch yourself in any way! No matter how much you’re turned on, if you do you’ll never be allowed to come back.

Oh, I don’t think that’s something we have to worry about, Margot offered with a smirk.

What world are you living in? Trust me, you’re gonna feel it rise up inside you. In fact, our jobs and the host’s job are the hardest because we can’t go there!

Not even the host?

No, he’s here to facilitate the event!

Lise? An older man called from one of the interior rooms. Margot stared at him and wondered if he was the host. She was both anxious and excited; she could hardly wait until the event started.

CHAPTER TWO

Margot was situated at the greeting area in the long vestibule when the older man Lise had spoken with approached. Trying to look busy, she ran a finger along the names listed in the guest book, but she could feel his eyes boring into her.

Excuse me, she heard him say. She looked up. Thick and wavy salt and pepper hair framed an attractive seasoned face with crystal blue eyes that looked straight through her. She calculated his age somewhere between mid-to late fifties. Margot, that’s your name, right?

She nodded shyly. His presence intimidated her.

I’m Peter, he said, tonight’s host, he extended his hand to her. When she timidly shook it, he clasped hers and gently squeezed. Those blue eyes wickedly smiled as he stood back, his suggestive eyes roaming the length of her body. Her face flushed. You’re brand new, aren’t you? he offered a rapacious grin and released her hand.

Her heart thumped against her chest.

Carmel said you’d be shy, his eyes studied her. Where did she find you? he asked as if she were a novelty.

I’m a student at the University… she offered. He quietly examined her.

Well, I’m glad you could join us tonight. If you need anything, just ask, he offered just as Lise was walking towards them. From the corner of her eye she watched him straighten. Attired in black slacks and a ruffled white tuxedo shirt, his tall and lean body appeared stately.

Okay, I am officially letting you girls know that tonight’s password is Caspar.

As in the friendly ghost? Lise quipped. He nodded; his eyes trained on Margot.

A nice touch, he smiled, only to turn to Lise, it corresponds well with Ivory’s white theme, don’t you think?

Yeah, I guess, she retorted. I finished setting up the candles outside, is there anything else you’d like?

He chuckled.

Yes! His eyes twinkled. But I don’t think it would fit in with Carmel’s rules and I’m not keen on being forever banned!

The innuendo caused Margot to blush again. Even though she had dropped her head, through her long eyelashes she stared at Lise who had bit her bottom lip as she cast her eyes downward. He was hitting on her, or had they already done it, her mind questioned? If she had, he was kind of old, at least twenty-five years her senior, yet there was something about him that Margot couldn’t quite put her finger on. She allowed her mind to briefly entertain sex with a man old enough to be her father. She shivered. Ugh!

They’ve just finished laying the carpets outside, perhaps you can arrange the pillows at the tables? he suggested to Lise. She nodded and headed outside leaving them alone. Suddenly, Margot felt the weight of his hand on her arm.

Sweetheart, lighten up, he whispered. Margot’s hazel eyes merely stared at him at a complete loss as to how she should respond. Suddenly, he moved close to her and bent down, his lips now at her ear.

I won’t bite, I promise. His soft breath sent tingled down her spine. Suddenly, he stepped back and laughed. Was he laughing at her? She wanted to be angry, but all she felt was naively stupid. He said nothing else, just disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

Shit! Did she really look that uptight? It was times like these that she wished she had spent less time studying and more time cultivating her sexual repartee like the nubile nymphomaniacs that nested at the University’s pub. She was certain they would have wittingly jabbed with a little more ingenuity had they been confronted by such a lecherous old man. That he could amuse himself at her expense didn’t sit well, she wanted a do-over. Turning in the direction he had exited, she bristled and promised herself that at their next encounter she wouldn’t allow his ‘big, bad, wolf’ personality to intimidate her.

Mustering her best professional persona, Margot checked in the guests whom arrived in formal attire making them all appear, well, normal.

The men, mostly older were debonair in their crisp white shirts, bow ties, and their black tailored, designer tuxedos. The women coiffed to the nines dazzled in floor-length, exquisite, cleavage-baring gowns; many fashioned with deep side slits sexily cut to the hip. A few backless dresses plunged seductively low. On more than one occasion Margot had to catch herself as her eyes mooned at the racy exposed clefts on some very shapely asses obviously meant to tease the most closeted voyeur. They all wore masks, not plain like hers and Lise’s, but feathered or frilly, or both; similar to those you might see at Mardi Gras that covered the upper portion of their faces. Their mouths and the color of their hair were the only distinguishable features as to their identities.

As she had previously calculated, there were ten couples, eight men and women and two same-sex couples; two males and two females. But it was the last couple that stole her attention, Apollo and Daphne. Margot would’ve guessed they were either in their late twenties or early thirties, the youngest in attendance. As they waited to be checked in they excitedly cuddled, teased and caressed. Daphne giggled like a school-girl at Apollo’s sexual overtures.

Already dusk, a beautiful sunset had illumined a line of white fluffy clouds that were now painted across the sky in soft yellows, pinks and oranges; the distant horizon just above the bay. Margot and Lise were dutifully positioned outside the house at the entrance of the regal candlelit courtyard. Thick Persian carpets lined the floor around the stage and the tables.

The ambience was nice; soft lighting at the tables while tapered candles in ornate candelabras backlit the garden. Colored flood lights, mounted from an overhead bar like on a theater stage accentuated the inviting bed.

From her peripheral position Margot took the opportunity to study Peter, who now donned a mask. As he spoke to the guests her eyes focused on his exposed lips. She hadn’t noticed how sexy they were, they looked soft and potent. Her eyebrow arched; she mentally wondered if they were as soft as Carmel’s. His sophisticated manner oozed with charm as he greeted the couples at the doorway. She found herself contemplating what he looked like naked as he graciously instructed the guests to remove their shoes before entering the ‘temple’.

Couples excitedly conversed with each other. As they awaited the evening’s event to begin, the anticipation was thick. Suddenly, the piano of Chopin’s ‘Concerto No. 2, B flat’ played from unseen speakers.

With mounting exhilaration and as if on cue all heads turned towards the house.

Lady Ivory’s court entered like sensual bridesmaids. Having glimpsed their skimpy attire, Margot was surprised to see each attendant masked and modestly cloaked in a heavy-velvet, floor-length cape in matching rainbow colors. Their ankles, adorned with tiny bells, chimed in perfect harmony as their hips sashayed forward.

A collective gasp fanned out over the crowd. Margot’s eyes strained at the vision in white as she stepped into the courtyard; her breath hitched. She was divine!

Lady Ivory was painted fluorescent white from head to toe; her platinum softly curled locks draped mid-arm contrasted with the red-laced fingerless gloves that scrolled to her elbows. Her full lips were painted bright red, as were the nails on her fingers and toes, offering a stark contrast against the crisp white. Arrayed in a flimsy, sheer white gown, she appeared to glide on bare feet. No sooner had Margot wondered if she had also painted her pussy, her areolas, a rosy-pink stood out with distinction against the white skin under the gown’s diaphanous fabric. Already hard and erect, both nipples were pierced with delicate silver rings, embedded with a red gemstone hanging from each lobe.

On her face she wore a feathery owl half-mask with small pointed feathery ears. Her body was perfectly shaped and as translucent as the gauze fabric wrapping it. Her coy, bedroom eyes mesmerized the captivated audience as she pushed out her chest while her hands sensually circled her shapely breasts, only to drop down and smooth over her full hips teasing for what was in store.

Tia and Mags assisted her to the stage, while a third attendant, Tara waited on the far side of the bed. The two attendants slowly and enticingly pulled the gown down and let it drop to the floor. Lady Ivory stepped away from the flimsy fabric pooled at her feet.

Margot watched captivated as Tia’s hands slid up Ivory’s white legs onto her stomach and upwards until both hands cupped her breasts forcing her pierced nipples to point forward, firm and erect.

Mags, standing behind smoothed her fingers along Lady Ivory’s neck, over her shoulders and down her arms over the red-laced gloves. Grasping her opened fingers, she lifted extending her arms outwards like a T on display. Her hands glided softly back along the gloves slipping to the front of her body where her fingers found the hardened rosy nipples and pulled until slipping a finger through the opened ring piercing them; stretching the nipple further. Lady Ivory’s body twitched at the sensation as she appeared to suck in a heightened breath.

Several guests clapped. Margot scanned the audience, all of their eyes seemed frozen to the stage, which Margot now realized was slowly turning offering a progressed 360 degree view.

All three attendants cast off their capes instantly exposing their provocative, itty-bitty outfits.

Come on, Lise whispered to Margot whom she followed to the stage. They discreetly took the discarded garments, including Ivory’s gauze gown and disappeared towards the attendant’s cubby where they folded and tucked them away.

Margot glanced at the couples hypnotized by Lady Ivory’s charm. As a seductive pair of female eyes locked on her, she heated embarrassed. Hesitant that the eyes were focused on her, Margot looked behind her. Lise, at her side snickered.

Looks like you have fan, she jibed.

What? No… Margot said flustered. She wasn’t supposed to be a part of this! Why was she getting pulled in? She wasn’t even dressed the part! As she gazed back at the fortyish woman, the youngest of the same-sex pair, the woman seductively smiled before freeing her partner’s full breasts and holding them out for Margot’s viewing pleasure. Margot couldn’t pull her eyes away from the breasts now dangling on the outside of the woman’s gown, the hardened nipples elongated.

Those nipples are famous, Lise whispered in her ear.

What?

Doesn’t matter that she’s a lesbian, everybody will take turns sucking them because their so long, Lise chuckled lifting a brow as both she and Margot watched the younger woman drop her head and mouth the spectacled nipple, her lips pulling on it extending its entire length until it had jutted out a full inch.

Realizing that she was now oddly staring, Margot abruptly turned her crimson face back to the stage.

Lady Ivory’s graceful body teased her attentive audience as she made eye contact with each guest. But when she pitched her sexually-charged and spell-like eyes towards Apollo and Daphne, everyone suddenly clapped and cheers erupted.

What’s going on? Margot asked Lise.

She’s just selected them…

For what? Margot asked. Lise glared at her as if she was completely lame.

Tara guided the couple onstage. Tia took Apollo. Mags took Daphne.

Tara, now holding nipple clips with an adjoining chain clipped Lady Ivory’s already pierced nipples allowing the chain to fall and dangle onto her stomach like an exquisite piece of jewelry. As she clamped, a surge of phantom pain shot across Margot’s nipples, but Lady Ivory’s pleasurable countenance suggested anything but pain.

The attendants began to disrobe the participants. From Margot’s point of view, Apollo’s body was rocking! Daphne’s wasn’t to be overlooked, either! Her upright breasts looked to be a good C-cup which matched her perfect coke-bottle figure and a smooth, flat stomach. Margot felt a tinge of envy as she gazed at the dark nipples which complemented her dark eyes and hair. As everyone gawked, Margot watched Daphne stare apprehensively across the stage at Apollo as if she had suddenly become prey amongst predators.

Mags, now on her knees slipped the thong down Daphne’s sleek body. Stepping out of it, Daphne gazed downwards at the slow hand sliding up her leg and onto the inside of her thigh. Her body shuddered at the contact.

Pressing her lips into Daphne’s skin, the attendant delivered soft kisses along the smooth thigh. Halting for a few seconds, she stopped and nuzzled her nose into the shaved mound as if breathing in her pheromones were an aphrodisiac, only to begin dispensing poignant, yet erotic kisses.

Margo swallowed hard. She could feel the excitement riveting through her own body.

A bright spot-light flooded onto Lady Ivory as she stood at the foot of the bed, parted her legs and bent over tempting the crowd with a perfectly highlighted display of her fleshy deep-rose colored pussy. With her ass pushed out, already appearing ready for the taking, the weight of the chain pulled at her nipples.

Resting her weight on one hand, she snaked the other under her body where it disappeared until red nails peeked out from her vagina like a peep show and climbed toward the cleft of her ass. It was breathtakingly erotic. Her outer fingers splayed her ass cheeks, while a single digit lingered pressing against its tightly puckered flesh. By the whoops and cat-calls, the bawdy crowd now seemed further enticed as their communal eyes riveted towards the stage. Ivory’s hand returned to her luscious vagina and obscenely massaged its already moist perimeter.

Margot couldn’t pull her eyes away, but a loud moan drew her attention and a blue spot-light suddenly illuminated Daphne and Mags.

With Mags’ eyes in direct alignment with Daphne’s pussy, her fingers sensually explored the dark, delicate folds of her feminine lips. The voyeur in Margot was bewitched as Mags used the tip of her forefinger to make small circles around the swelling nub. Daphne gasped.

Meanwhile, a glimmering light was still on Lady Ivory as she lay on the bed stretched out on her side. Like an acrobat, she extended one of her long legs until it was perfectly perpendicular to her body. Those bright red nails once again wiped across her fluorescent white skin, until they had made their way to the richly colored jewel of her pussy where she pressed and pulled until her clit was as swollen as Daphne’s.

Meanwhile, the rays of the blue spotlight captured the mouth closing in on the pussy in front of her. The tongue slowly and provocatively coiled around the woman’s clit.

As if overcome by weakness, Daphne grasped the attendant’s shoulders; her needy eyes drooped with satisfaction. Her lips slightly parted as her body appeared to surrender to the pleasure. Removing one of her hands from her shoulder, Daphne fondled her own breasts, the dark nipples as tight as buds while her fogged gaze lingered across the stage.

Margot followed Daphne’s eyes.

Another spotlight, red, was on Apollo. His massive dick pushed hard into Tia’s mouth. He groaned in pleasure as the force of Tia’s suction caused the sides of her cheeks to collapse in rhythm. As Margot went from one spotlight to the other, it was a real-life sex show, in three parts!

Margot looked back at Daphne. Her clit was being sucked hard. As Daphne watched Apollo slam his cock into Tia’s tight mouth, she suddenly cried out in sheer ecstasy; her body jerked in fitful spasms.

The audience hooped and clapped at the performance. The spotlight instantly cut from their performance leaving only the red light focused on Tia and Apollo.

With Tia’s hair twisted in a tight grip, he shoved his cock deep down her throat, his other hand roughly slapping at her nipples only to pinch them.

Suck it, baby, suck like a sweet slut, he hissed. She complied sucking faster; her breasts rosy from his swats bounced back and forth. His eyes lifted and locked on Daphne’s, he seemed to find immense pleasure in her watching another woman sucking his cock. As Tia’s pace intensified, he let out a loud groan. As hard as he was breathing, Margot was certain he was about to come, but suddenly, the light cut off of them and spooled back onto Lady Ivory drawing everyone’s attention back to her.

With her back lying on the bed and her knees bent, she opened her legs wide. The red-pink flesh of her pussy was oozing opaque juices. It looked richly warm and Margot hated to admit it, but wickedly inviting! Sweat beaded on Margot’s forehead. There was no doubt she was aroused. She momentarily turned away and unexpectedly locked eyes with Peter. As if reading her desire, he lewdly grinned.

Shit!

Just as she was about to shrink into mortification, Lise pulled her arm and both discreetly approached the stage whisking up Daphne and Apollo’s discarded clothes. At the couple’s table, they folded everything into a nice, neat pile. Again, her ears rang with even louder hoots and clapping.

Margot instinctively gazed up at the stage just in time to see that Apollo had straddled Lady Ivory on the bed. His dick, long and mean wedged lengthwise between her ass where he salaciously pulled its length down along the cleft only to fist it in his hand and manipulate its swollen head at her tightly ringed hole where he circled it and lightly nudged. Lady Ivory’s body gyrated to his teasing prod, begging to be filled. Just when Margot thought he would penetrate her, he pulled it back and began to start all over teasing her fleshy pussy and her swollen knob with its hardness.

Margot could feel the anticipation, the desire; the need in her own body! She tried to wipe the images from her mind and re-shift her thoughts. After all that sucking by Tia, had she merely been this man’s foreplay? And where was Tia? She was no longer on stage. A ton of questions rained down on Margot’s mind, but the acts on the stage were like a powerful magnet pulling her eyes in its direction.

Apollo had wrapped his hand around Lady Ivory’s neck, while the other yanked on the chain, pulling her pierced nipples as he thrust his cock deep into her pussy and pulled out as if to tease her, only to force it back in. Suddenly, he began to pummel her like a fucking madman. Lady Ivory moaned and screeched, her face tightening with both pain and pleasure.

Margot could no longer watch. In an attempt to slow the arousal within, she decided to mingle near the guests. The notion of applying brakes to the desire overtaking her was quickly squashed.

Pants were unzipped; balls and hardened dicks hung out like a band of exhibitionists. Naked women were sucking cocks, while at the same time cocks were banging into their wet pussies. Others still sitting at the tables had their gowns bunched up at the hips as tongues devoured twats of every shape and size. It was a goddamned free-for-all! The suffocating smell of sex permeated every crevice of the enclosed space.

As Margot tried to navigate beyond the moans and a bounty of contorted bodies, her eyes caught those of a guest, a man, maybe in his forties with nothing on but his opened tuxedo shirt slouched comfortably in a chair, while his partner was on her knees sucking it hard. Margot couldn’t stop staring at his cock. It was beautiful! When she looked up to his face, the eyes behind the mask were staring directly at her.

Lise came up behind her and startled her.

The clothes, Margot, get the clothes…

Margot immediately approached him and picked up his pants and underwear and folded them placing them at his table. Just as she turned, he pulled her hand and motioned to his partner’s gown. She immediately picked it up and folded it placing it alongside his clothes.

As she continued to work her way through the crowd, retrieving and folding abandoned clothes, were it not for the cacophony of shrills and deep groans she would have tripped over a group of scurrilous bodies clenched in carnal desire.

Two women were taking turns sucking a singular cock. One tongue was circling its purplish mushroom head while the other was licking its length. The mushroom sucker was moaning and gyrating as a man had buried his face in her ass, his tongue wiping across her wrinkled hole. The length sucker was shrilling as a beastly cock plowed into her ass. The sounds they emitted were raw and animalistic.

Strain engulfed Margot’s face as she tried to maneuver around them and stack their clothes. She wasn’t sure what belonged to whom, but gave it her best guess.

Finally making her way to the cubby where Lise was standing. She exhaled loudly; her pussy ached.

Oh my, God! she exclaimed frustrated. Lise looked at her and smiled.

Told you, it would get to you…

Fuck!

Just remember the rules, no touching your self!

How do you do it?

Try to look at it from a student’s perspective. That’s why Carmel sent you here, so that one day it will be you up there…or me she said wistfully and shifted her gaze to Lady Ivory.

Margot, too, looked at the stage. Lady Ivory was on her knees, her ass pointed in the air with her face buried between Daphne’s opened legs while her tongue launched deep into Daphne’s squirming ass. Daphne trilled in delight while Apollo knelt behind Ivory, his hand slapping her upraised ass. With each strike, Ivory moaned and wailed in satisfied pleasure.

Balling his hand into a fist, he began to entice her with its hardness, nudging into her pussy slit trying to ready her for its entry. Ivory seemed to want it to go there, she was pressing against it like a dog in heat. Apollo continued pressing while tugging at her nipple chain, hard. It must have hurt because Lady Ivory shrilled even though the sound was slightly muffled by the force with which Daphne pressed her ass into her mouth. Suddenly, like a magic act, her pussy accepted the first two inches of Apollo’s fist as it opened and allowed him to glide it inside. With back and forth motions, he pulled it in and out until it pumped without resistance.

Are you serious? Margot said in utter astonishment. She had heard of fisting but had never believed it was possible. She stared at the stage awed; it was the freakiest thing she had ever seen. I’d never be able to do that!

You don’t have to do anything you’re not okay with, Lise offered. Ivory happens to like it, and so does Apollo which is probably why she selected him.

She knows him?

This is a well established group; everyone that attends has been thoroughly vetted so they tend to know each other at least in this setting. Carmel has dossiers on everyone; their sexual likes and dislikes. She knows their desires and has a knack for putting the right people together in the same room. Tonight it’s the ass lovers!

Margot’s virgin ass suddenly tightened.

I don’t think I could ever be that free… Margot said her huge eyes still taking in the marvel on stage. Doing stuff like that? On stage? In front of all these people, she mused, no, she couldn’t fathom it! She didn’t have that kind of confidence and certainly not the experience. Carmel was right! She was as inexperienced as a virgin!

Look, Lise suddenly exclaimed.

Margot shifted her gaze to where Lise’s attention was directed.

An older man, his pants off had Tia turned over his knee. His female partner already disrobed watched as his hand slowly and evocatively rubbed Tia’s pretty ass.

Tia’s eyes closed to the sensation. Just as she seemed to be responding pleasurably to his touch, he unexpectedly lifted his hand and brought it down hard. Her ass jiggled and tightened to the smack that seemed to echo. When Tia cried out, he gripped a handful of her hair and tugged hard while his free hand brutally pinched at her nipples which hung over the other side of his lap. She wriggled and gasped, her eyes rolled back in her head as she appeared to fade into a place of pleasure. Whack! He swatted her again and again until her ass cheeks were a rosy red. As the masked couple appeared to admire the color, the woman too, began to softly stroke Tia’s ass. She dropped to her knees and sensually tongued the rosy marks. The man smiled sinisterly as he parted Tia’s ass cheeks with one hand exposing the tight ring of her anus. His other hand tightened around his woman’s neck and he pressed her mouth onto Tia’s asshole.

Oh my, God, Margot whispered. This is what people do? Her mind drifted as her own pussy and ass began to throb.

So now we become invisible and retrieve their clothes, Lise offered with none of the sexual angst that was brimming inside Margot.

As they approached their table, Margot couldn’t stop staring. The woman’s lustful tongue titillated Tia’s tightly ringed hole causing Tia to gyrate and softly moan.

Margot stared in utter fascination. When she shifted her eyes to the male, she flushed. He was motioning her towards him.

Margot cautiously approached as he gestured her to come close. He pulled her ear to his mouth and whispered. She nervously moved toward a magnificently carved cedar chest filled with pillows and retrieved a large, body-sized pillow which she brought to him placing it at his feet as he slipped out of his shirt. He had an average sized dick, but the head was massive. Margot froze, her eyes feasting on the sex unfolding in front of her.

Holding onto Tia’s hips while his partner lapped at her ass, he positioned his back on the pillow and shifted Tia’s face to his crotch where he forced her mouth over his dick.

You want that pretty ass sucked? Suck my cock, you teasing little cunt, he snarled. His words seemed to entice Tia as her pouty mouth launched onto him. Margot was impressed. Tia sucked him like a professional cocksucker while his partner’s tongue sloshed all over her ass.

Margot timidly picked up his clothes, folding them and sitting them aside in a neat pile as she continued to ogle. Lise placed the woman’s wet and soiled panties on top of her neatly folded strapless gown before reclaiming her attention and leading her away.

Taking deep breaths, Margot tried to shake off the lust that had taken hold.

She gazed back at the stage.

Lady Ivory was on all fours and Apollo was fucking her in the ass; spearing hard, as if his intent was to split her wide open. Daphne was perched underneath her and as her mouth clamped down and sucked on Lady Ivory’s clit her nails dug into her hips in an attempt to stabilize the impact of Apollo’s thrusts. Margot stared at Lady Ivory’s beautiful ass being pummeled; her face overrun with pleasurable satisfaction as she panted. She appeared to be on a different planet altogether.

Margot’s pants were wet. Really wet! This night was way more than anything she had expected. She didn’t know how she was going to make it through; she had to force her mind to focus on her duties!

Scanning the couples, her eyes searched for wayward garments but as she looked around, in their carnal orgiastic jamboree, not one person remained with the partner they had arrived with; all had switched like a game of musical chairs!

Damn, she couldn’t keep up!

Grabbing several empty glasses, she motioned to Lise that she was returning them inside. The latter nodded her approval.

Once in the kitchen, Margot gave the empties to the bartender and took a deep breath as she leaned helplessly back against the kitchen wall. She looked spent. The masked bartender, an older man with a slightly pudgy stomach and silver hair suddenly laughed.

Your first time? he asked.

I guess it’s obvious, yeah?

We have the hard jobs, he teased.

Well, at least you’re in here! she huffed exasperated.

But just think of what you have to look forward to… he smiled.

No, I could never do that!

"I’m not talking about out there, I mean when you leave and you can attend to your needs…" he laughed again.

They both looked up as Peter slyly entered the kitchen. The way he stared at Margot, sex inebriated his demeanor.

I guess I should get back, she said to the bartender and pushed a locket of hair away from her face and hoped that she didn’t appear as frazzled as she felt. As she went into the hallway, Peter followed her.

Oh shit, she thought, this horny motherfucker is in as bad of a state as I am! Seriously, all she needed was a dick, any dick would do, old motherfucker or not! But Carmel had been specific, the rules couldn’t be broken.

How are you holding up, Peter asked his sexy eyes undressing her. Feeling that she might give herself away, she glanced down. It was only then that she saw the big stick pushing the fabric from inside the crotch of his pants like it was holding up a little tent.

I’ll be okay, she said returning her gaze to his face. Her heavy breaths and the sweat beading along her hairline quickly made her self-conscious.

We’re all excited, Margot, his voice soothed, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed.

As she stared at him she wanted to beg him to pull that shit out and fuck her! She didn’t need to come back to another event like this, she reasoned. She could take the job at Carmel’s restaurant and be happy. It was the thought of Carmel’s disappointment in her that she couldn’t bear.

I should get back, she quickly spouted.

Even though he was laughing at her again, she saucily walked away and back into the multi-colors of the lascivious bacchanal.

CHAPTER THREE

A din of moans, groans, huffs, puffs, squeals and shrills lent to the erotic bedlam that snaked its way rising and dipping like a fast-moving, thrill-seeking rollercoaster. The spread of twisted fleshy bodies in various stages of nudity forged an atmosphere of sexual urgency. Margot’s eyes widened as all parties involved, including Apollo and Lady Ivory now alone onstage, appeared revved up for a collective climactic finale; a heap of bodies contorted in the rawest form of passion in an unconscious pursuit of one joint objective: orgasm!

With Daphne no longer on stage, Margot wondered if she had scurried away to some remote corner to recover from the all-consuming sexual onslaught.

Amid the carnal pile-up it was hard to discern who was with whom.

Traipsing over feet and legs of all sizes, Margot spotted the woman’s purple-feathered mask. On her knees, the lower half of her beautiful rounded ass was positioned high in the air as she appeared to savor the foreign cock assaulting her pussy from behind. She bleated to his rough and hard pace as her upper body flattened her pretty breasts crossways atop a heaving male chest. Her velvety-like tongue roped the length of his neck and over his Adam’s apple; its ravenous licks were erratic and gluttonous. What the hell was she doing?

Margot eased closer to get an unhampered view. She gawked in sheer fascination. The older male of the same-sex couple was straddling the man’s face, rapidly and methodically sinking his thick shaft into the accommodating mouth while Daphne’s mouth nursed at the imprint of the stuffed cock that bulged out at his throat. It was surreal, yet perversely erotic.

Hot, electrifying tendrils burned through Margot’s body like an out of control creeping vine, torturing her, scalding her from the inside out.

Desperately needing to escape the mass of bodies, she hadn’t taken but two steps when her eyes fell on Mags and the elder lesbian posed in a traditional scissors lock, each desperately grasping the others leg pulling hard, one even toe-sucking as their two excited clits met and frantically rubbed. A masked man was sucking on one of the famously extended nipples, pulling its length with his teeth, while Tara’s mouth was buried in his genitals swallowing his dick.

Margot recognized him as the other half of the same-sex couple; his errant hand squeezing the ankle of the man his partner was mouth-fucking.

Each pump into Tara’s mouth became more rabid until he abruptly pulled out and like a back-alley assailant crouching in wait, he wickedly forced open the toned legs of the man Daphne’s tongue was skin-glossing and shoved his dick hard into his tight but receptive ass. Now both he and his partner fed at the same table. Flowing with the charged current, Tara, too, descended onto the man, maneuvering onto his dick, affixing her mouth on him like a starving leech desperate to feed on the blood-swollen delicacy.

Margot couldn’t believe how helter-skelter the energy had become. The recipient groaned in delight and wriggled with pleasure at the added sexual intrusion and the new multiple points of stimulation, all appearing to converge with the singular intent to devour him. As if this particular grouping of four bodies was missing yet another link in their carnal chain, another man joined in as he lifted the spandex band encircling Tara’s hips and sent his hand exploring her glistening vagina, while his tongue brushed against her itinerant ear. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his hard-puffed cock. It was as if an explosive bolt of electricity powered all five bodies into a lightning rod of primal lust.

Feeling the heated singe emblazon her own body, Margot tipped through the contorted mass. She hadn’t got too far when she