At Betty’s New Year’s Eve Party
NOTE: For the full effect of this story, you might want to go back to this story which is the first mention of Betty and Dorean in this series. Or for just the preceding story, click “The Ride to the Bunker” above.
There was an eerie silence in the air that was almost tangible. The heavy iron gate should have made some kind of sound as it slid along its tracks, but everything was completely still. Still as a churchyard. Still as a graveyard. Still as only a forest clearing at night can be still.
The ten-foot tall stone pillars seemed to lean in toward us as the taxi driver slowly passed through them. His eyes were locked straight ahead of him, focused on the road. I smiled. I knew that he was working hard at maintaining his focus to distract himself from what Suzi’s hand was doing.
He inched the car forward, eyes wide, mouth pinched tightly shut. Painfully shut. I could see that he was biting his upper lip hard. Another poor attempt at distraction.
The muscles at the back of his neck tensed and his head began to shiver. I saw Suzi shift her body toward the passenger side door and I knew she’d removed her hand from his prick. A pathetic moan escaped his lips and his body slumped. Again. For the fifth time.
Suzi had done an incredible job edging him. Since he’d hung up the cell phone and parked the car, I’d seen her head drop into his lap three times, coming up at the last instant, and her hand doing the work twice. During the sessions, she’d lean toward him, lick his neck, nibble his ear, whisper to him the list of obscene uses he could make of her - but always ‘later’.
I wondered if he’d known that this was all according to our instructions. Certainly, he’d suspected it. He must have. If everthing we’d been told on the phone call was true - and we had no reason to think otherwise - this was familiar territory for him.
“Suzi, please gather up the photos. He won’t be needing them anymore,” I said into the front seat. Then, to him, “will you?”
“Um, no, sir,” he stammered. He had returned his focus to the road, now a little more concerned with navigating along the winding road, avoiding snow drifts and treacherous patches of ice.
The car finally came to a stop in front of the entrance to the bunker. I passed Suzi’s coat to her in the front seat, pulled on my gloves. The driver had walked around to my side of the car and was opening the door. Suzi looked at me, smiled, and slid into the coat.
The door swung open and the man stood nearly at attention as I climbed out of the back seat. “Thank you,” he said but I saw that his eyes were lowered and his head bowed a bit.
“Don’t thank me,” I answered. He nodded. I watched him closely as he reached to open the passenger side door. His hand was shaking. Anticipation? Fear?
When he pulled the door open, I watched Suzi’s right leg swing over the edge of the seat cushion, watched as she planted her 3-inch heeled shoe on the hard-packed dirt of the walkway. The man sucked in his breath as the skirt slid open and revealed the lacy top of her thigh-high and everything normally hidden above. In anticipation of tonight - and at Betty’s request - she’d been shaved bare shortly after we landed, then once each afternoon since. Now, after the arousal she’d felt servicing and teasing the driver, the lips were slightly swollen and shiny. He nearly swooned.
Suzi raised her hand for him to help her up. He remained completely frozen. She coughed slightly and he sputtered, “oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” and reached to help her stand. “Please, forgive my…” But she reached around behind his neck with her free hand and pulled his mouth to hers. She kissed him lightly, teasing his lips with hers, licking his bottom lip, blowing hot breath across his mouth. Her other hand dropped to his crotch, unzipped him and fished inside his pants. His erection sprung free and anxious into the cold night air. She stroked him slowly, tip to base, using her whole hand. His legs shook, his arms hung limp at his sides. There were tears in his eyes and he started pumping into her hand. “Oh, please, please…” He repeated it over and over like a prayer, like a mantra, like a spell.
When she felt a sudden intake of breath, she pulled her mouth away from his, bent forward and took his tip into her mouth. She moved down and up on it, the top three or so inches, terrifying slowly. Once. Twice. Three times.
Then, she stood up and stepped back. “I believe we have a party to get to?” she said to me, wrapping her coat around herself tightly. I watched the taxi driver wrestle with his desire. With just a few strokes of his own hand, he could release his load onto the ground. But I knew what he was thinking: he didn’t know us. Were we spies? Why not, he’d been in on the game, why wouldn’t Marius be using us as well? Would we tell? I smiled and held out my arm for Suzi. We turned our backs on the poor man and headed to the door. He would need to resolve this for himself.
—
We knocked and a small portal in the center of the door opened. I handed over the beautifully embossed linen card Betty had sent. There were no words on it, only a strange symbol in a rich, black ink. The door opened and we stepped into another world.
The entry room was large and very brightly lit, overly bright it seemed. The beautiful furniture and wood-paneled walls seemed washed out. Suzi squinted a bit. I scouted.
There was a couple walking across the room, both dressed in formal black. The man was trim-waisted and muscular, with long hair and a face incredibly appealing in a Nordic kind of way and the woman - sporting a long blond mane - was a complete knockout.
“She is yours?”
I turned around and saw the woman who had opened, then secured, the door. She was clearly Asian - traditional features and waist-length raven black hair - but she was nearly six feet tall. This threw off me off-balance for an instant, but I managed to nod. There was something disturbing to me in the way her heavily accented but still formal and controlled voice had delivered the question in improper English.
She stepped closer to us while my eyes roamed over the shimmering surfaces of the rich, royal blue cheongsam she was wearing. It’s a look I’d always loved and I was tempted to ask her where I could get one for Suzi. It had two wooden buttons and a single stencilled vine that began behind the left shoulder and wrapped around her body until it vanished again behind her left ankle.
Without a word, the woman motioned with her finger for Suzi to turn around half a turn, facing away from her. She did. The woman took Suzi’s right elbow in her hand and raised her arm, then pushed her face into Suzi’s armpit and sniffed loudly. Without acknowledging either of us, she dropped the arm and did the same thing on the other side. Then, she pushed her index finger underneath Suzi’s upper lip, ran it across her teeth, and did the same to the bottom row. Finally, she bent slightly, pushed her hand up between Suzi’s legs, then removed it and sniffed. All this while standing behind her, out of Suzi’s line of sight. The anonymous examination aroused her, I could hear it in her breathing.
“You go there,” she said, pointing toward a door on the opposite wall.
I took Suzi’s hand and we walked across the bright tiles, our footsteps loud and abrasive. When we passed through the second door, we were surprised again. This smaller area was a simple coat-check room. We looked at each other and laughed. Not every second needs to be an erotic adventure.
After I’d handed the man behind the counter my coat, I watched as Suzi removed hers. The outfit she was wearing underneath had been agreed on in several email exchanges between me and Betty. In some ways, it looked more like a uniform than a formal dress. The sleeves were tight and covered her arms to the wrists, where they ended in two inches of white lace. The neck rose to just under her chin and the dress ended midway between knee and crotch. A bit above midway, actually, but still relatively modest.
The dress was made of a shimmering white synthetic material and it hugged every inch of her like a second skin. This had two effects. The first was that the flimsy black bra she was wearing underneath was clearly visible to all - a visual that Betty had insisted on.
The second was a bit more subtle and was my doing. Suzi is not - shall we say - built like a runway model. She’s in good shape, but then neither of us is young and even well maintained bodies have a way of showing that. The clingy material left nothing to the imagination, nothing to distract the observer from her flaws, nothing to compensate for her imperfections. I knew from a single past experience that this was possibly the most humiliating thing I could do to her. And I’d decided that tonight was the night to do it.
When I’d announced it to her, I was completely shocked and overwhelmed by her reaction. Her jaw trembled slightly and she’d pulled her dress over her head. “Fuck me now!” she’d insisted, pulling me to the floor. Something had clearly shifted in her in the last few weeks.
“Are you ready?” I asked. She nodded.
—
The Asian woman who had let us in entered the small room. Without even turning her head, she walked past us and left through the opposite door. I turned to the coat check man and asked him to return my coat for a moment. I watched him as he vanished into the sea of probably a hundred coats. She had a lot of guests. I wondered if they were all dressed formally. I looked at my black tux, then back at Suzi’s uniform. A nice contrast.
The man handed me my coat and I reached into the inside pocket. Suzi shook her head slightly when she saw me remove the familiar dark brown leather case. I motioned to her to turn around and face the coat-check table, bend over and lean forward on it. When she was position, I removed the RC vibrator and slid the elastic up her legs, securing it in place in just a few seconds. Then, I chose one of the ‘reminder’ devices I’d built.
It was a small dildo, very narrow and only two inches long, but flared so as to not slip out of her. Attached to it was six inches of a light gold chain from which hung a small gold plated ball. The ball was only half-an-inch or so in diameter and not very heavy. But, found that it had a wonderful ongoing effect. As she walked, it swung freely between her legs, brushing regularly against her thighs. When she stopped and stood still, it continued swinging for quite a while. We’d worked for a long time on getting the right mix of chain length and ball size to make the ball swing longer and longer, we were up to several minutes.
We found another incredible side effect. While she was wearing it, even when standing still, she found herself shifting her weight from leg to leg, starting the swinging again.
I pushed the small dildo up inside her, feeling it lock into place. I reached for Suzi’s shoulders and stood her up, nudged her slowly to begin waking across the room.
“Very good, sir. Shall I return the coat to the rack now?” the man behind the counter said. Suzi blushed and I smiled. “No, I need the remote controller. Would you reach into my right, outside pocket and hand it to me?” The man complied, fishing around until he felt the small plastic rectangle.
“Would you like to test it out on her?” I asked. He smiled. “I’m only here to serve, sir. Perhaps some other time.” He handed me a small card with a telephone number on it, then turned back to the ledger and logged in our coats.
—
We entered what must have been the main reception room. As I’d guessed from the coats, there must have been fifty couples roaming, mingling, chatting, laughing. Most were holding drinks, some had plates with snacks. It was a sea of black formal wear, punctuated here and there by the striking contrast of a woman in a white outfit identical to Suzi’s.
She turned to me, grabbed the arm of my coat. “Oh, my gawd, David, I don’t know if I can do this.” I gave her a puzzled look. “The game is obviously more complicated than I’d thought. I don’t know if I can…” She stopped in mid sentence, body frozen in place. I nudged the dial again, clicked the RC motor to 2. “Come with me,” I said.
I walked toward what I assumed was a liquor station. Suzi followed silently a few steps behind. When I stopped and leaned forward to give the woman my order, Suzi stood at my side, pressed her hip into mine.
“May I have a drink?” she asked.
“Water,” I said. “Lots of it actually.” I turned to the hostess. “Two large glasses of water for my friend,” I said. “Drink them now.” The woman smiled, her eyes locked on Suzi’s. An enormous amount went unsaid between them as she filled the two 10 ounce glasses to the brim. The woman had obviously hostessed these kinds of gatherings before and Suzi had a very active imagination. Neither said anything, but the hostess’ eyes never left Suzi’s as she drank both glasses in quick succession.
I picked up my scotch and stepped away from the bar. Suzi’s struggle with the RC was obvious to me, I wondered if anyone might have hear the device humming. There was a general low-level din in the room, so it seemed unlikely.
My eyes happened to fall on the Asian woman just as she raised her hand and pointed at us. Standing next to her were two women. I recognized Dorean immediately from her photos. She was incredible, even more arousing than her pictures led me to believe.
The woman next to her must have been Betty. She nodded toward me as the Asian woman walked away. I smiled and reached my arm out, wrapped it around Suzi’s waist and pulled her forward. My free hand fished into my pocket and produced the RC device. I held it up for a second for Betty to see and she gave me a huge smile. Then she nodded and I slipped it back into my pocket. I clicked the button until it rated 6.
Suzi wobbled on her heels, her knees opened slightly wider and she closed her eyes. I looked around and noticed that several of the couples around us were staring. They’d caught on that something significant was happening. “Arms behind your back,” I whispered and she complied. I clicked the button again. Seven.
One of the couples standing nearby began fondling each other, another moved closer and smiled at me. I saw Betty lean in toward Dorean and say something to her, but they were far enough across the room I could hear nothing.
“Suzi, open your eyes,” I said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. She did and the shock in her face was nearly tangible. Nearly a dozen couples were staring, smiling and nodding as her orgasm built. When I recognized the tell-tale signs of flush on her neck and ears, I turned the device off.
“N…” she started but caught herself. I watched her legs tremble as I motioned for her to follow me back to the bar.
—
“So, this is who?” a man asked as I sipped my scotch. He was alone - one of the few stags in the room - and carrying what looked like a tumbler full of bourbon.
“Suzi,” I answered. “A guest of Betty’s.”
The man laughed. “My friend, we are ALL guests of Betty’s.” He took a draw off of the thick cigar he was holding and savored the taste. His eyes never left the outlines of Suzi’s bra.
He switched the cigar to his bourbon hand and reached with his free hand. His finger ran down her side from underneath her arm, over the exposed ridges of the bra, down over her waist and hips, finally around back to her bottom.
“No panties, I see. There would be lines right here…” he ran a finger across her belly, just where the panty line would be “…and here…” a finger slid over the top of her thigh. He smiled, leaned his face closer to hers. “Wouldn’t there be, my dear? We’re not exactly Miss Hardbody USA, are we?”
Suzi didn’t register any emotion, but I was heated. This six-foot three mountain of a man had a belly that would strain a Santa suit, long, thin grey hair and a full, bushy beard he could nest birds in. He should hardly be commenting on someone else’s body.
He continued running his hand over her bottom, then up her back silently for several minutes. Then, he took a drink of the bourbon and another long drag from the cigar.
“So, what does she do?” he asked me finally.
“Lots,” I said, debating with myself about how this should end.
“No, I mean EXACTLY. Tell me everything.”
“I’m not in the mood,” I said, deciding not to offer her. There was something about him that I didn’t like.
“Well, why don’t you let ME tell YOU a story then?” he asked, a gleam in his eye.
“Sure,” I agreed. There was nothing pressing to do and Betty had said “be sociable”.
“One of the women at this party is the guest of honor. The party has been arranged for her.” He took a sip of his drink. “She is beautiful and has been desired by nearly everyone who meets her. But she is not interested. She seems to be interested only in the relationship between herself and certain mechanical devices she buys.”
I leaned forward slightly. The story was interesting, I’d wondered what the event was all about.
“Tonight, she will be initiated into the incredible pleasures of the body. You certainly understand that, don’t you, my dear?” He leaned toward her, pressed a finger against her hip then drew it back. “I received a set of photographs of you and have enjoyed them very much.” Suzi looked at me but I didn’t shift my gaze from the man. “They have provided me with endless hours of pleasure. And with much benefit as well. They helped me carry out a winning hand of poker some time ago.”
“How?” I asked, geniunely curious.
“I can tell you about that in a minute. But first, I want to finish my story. There are some aspects that are not important - what will happen exactly to her, who will do it, when it will end. But one aspect that is particularly interesting is the story of the wooden pearls.
“Many of us have known each other quite a while. And some traditions and rituals have grown among us. One of them has been to use wooden beads as part of our initiations. We had been sharing women for quite some time. Early on, one of us discovered the use of wooden beads. Several on a string, one inch around, inserted into the anus. Pulled out quickly at the point of orgasm. You’ve certainly heard of it?”
I nodded. “It never really appealed to me.”
He laughed. “Yes, yes, it’s an acquired taste to be sure. And there’s always the question of ‘whose bottom?’. But, in any case, it became a regular thing with us. It has developed some subtlety over the years. One of the things we do is have the initiate wear a necklace made of smaller wooden beads. Largely as a sign to everyone in the room that this person is their honored guest for the night. It’s really quite powerful, everyone in the room knows it. Except the initiate.”
He took another long draw from his cigar. I looked at Suzi. I couldn’t tell if the story was engaging or distancing her.
“Much like you Suzi here. Is she aware that many of the people in this room have seen the photos?”
An obvious shiver went through her. I smiled and backed the vibrator down a notch. The variance between fast and slow always aroused her ever more. Four. Three. She leaned backward slightly, adjusting the position of the RC on her.
“So, finish your poker story,” I prodded.
“Certainly. Well, it seems that we were deep into the betting and I had run out of cash. But I remembered that I had the photos in my briefcase. I carry them around with me nearly everywhere I go. Your body…eh…but the look on your face as you are having your picture taken…ah, that is priceless.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Suzi shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Swinging the ball? Working the tiny dildo in and out? I clicked the RC a few times. Four. Five.
“That look of wanton passion, abandonment, anticipation. Your face is so expressive. There is an infinity of emotions going on and they are all there on the surface for us to enjoy.”
Click. Six.
“So, I took some of the photos out of my briefcase and spread them on the table. My friend laughed. ‘Are you trying to bid with porn?’ And another: ‘Yes, she is pretty, but…’. I presented some of the more interesting photos - the lingerie photos - and they continued their barrage of insults on me.”
Click. Click. Eight.
“Over the next several minutes, I showed them what I call the ‘artful nudes’, then the more raunchy stuff. The bondage clips. The pictures of you at the peak of that pleasure which…” he stopped and cupped his hand to his ear “…which, if I am hearing correctly, you are experiencing right now…”
Click. Nine.
“…the photos of you being flogged, of you and various men, in singles, pairs and…well, you have seen the photos, is that correct?”
“I…I…” Suzi struggled to find words somewhere in the insane buzzing that was going on through her entire body. “I…know…now…”
“Ah, then you did NOT know…” he leaned forward and licked the side of her face. “Mmm…that beginning sweat…delicioius…” He took a drag of the cigar, blew the smoke toward the ceiling.
“In any case, I explained to them that I was not offering the photos.” He leaned forward. I clicked the vibrator to its highest setting Ten. Suzi trembled but kept her hands behind her back and her eyes fixed on the man.
“I was offering them…” He reached with his hands and steadied her shoulders while her body shook and shook in a long, intense orgasm “…you. Every bit of you. Every way they’d seen. However they wanted.” Suzi continued to tremble and squirm until I slowly backed the RC down to Two.
There was a cough to my left. I turned my head just in time to notice Betty escorting Dorean away. They’d been there the whole time, watching us. Enjoying the show. Betty looked over her shoulder and smiled. We still hadn’t met.
—
The next hour or so was mostly uneventful. I kept the RC on Two, a constant steady buzz that really didn’t threaten to do anything but keep her attentive. We returned to the hostess several times who always served Suzi a six ounch glass of lukewarm water, always with a very large smile.
I nursed my drinks and admired the other women in white. If this was all Betty’s doing, it was amazing. To a one, they were all obviously submissives in the extreme. They never made eye contact, they were always available to be touched, and they could often be seen in the throes of orgasm ranging from quiet and demure to wild and uncontrollable. At least twice, the women’s shrieks brought the entire building to silent attention. In those cases, there would be a wild round of applause followed by the sound of tears of humiliation flowing freely.
Couples often vanished into the other rooms for shorter or longer times and the bondage gear around the walls was often put to use. It was quite the event.
I was ordering another fresh drink when I heard a voice behind me say “hello, David.”
I turned and saw Betty and Dorean standing a few feet away.
“Betty, my hostess. How nice to finally meet you,” I said, kissing her on the cheek and giving her a small hug.
“I am SO glad you could make it, we’ve been looking forward to this for so long.” She reached her hand out and pulled Dorean forward. “This is Dorean.”
Dorean raised her hand and politely shook mine. The look in her eye was puzzling to me. There was a combination of fear and excitement. I knew there were some sort of sex games going on, but I had no real idea what they were.
Betty slipped an arm around Dorean’s waist and the woman sucked in a sharp breath. I saw her hand slip down to Dorean’s bottom, rubbing gently and slowly. Dorean’s eyelids closed slightly, but she jerked them back open immediately. Some very elaborate game was being played.
“And is this Suzi?” Betty asked. “Yes,” I replied. Suzi stood with her hands clasped behind her back, feet about shoulder width apart, and the small ball swinging at the end of its chain. Tickling. Stroking.
“Suzi has been enjoying your party quite a bit,” I said smiling. “In fact, you have had a lot to do with that.” Click. Three.
“Is that so?” Betty asked. Suzi’s eyes remained downturned, eyeing Betty’s shoes.
“Yes, certainly.” Click. Four. “We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”
“Well, she is certainly pretty,” Betty said. She ran her finger along the edge of Suzi’s face, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. Suzi nearly exploded from the contact. Click. Click. Six.
“Isn’t she pretty, Dorean?” Betty asked. I knew she was teasing both of them and she was loving it. Interesting girl.
“Um, yes…” Dorean muttered.
“Would you like to touch her, Dorean?” Click. Seven.
“No,” she said forcefully.
“Well, I’ll bet Suzi would like to touch you, wouldn’t she?” Betty put her hand in the small of Suzi’s back, pushing her gently toward Dorean. “Wouldn’t you?” She said to Suzi.
Suzi’s eyes slowly shifted from Betty’s shoes to Dorean’s shoes. To Dorean’s ankles. Legs. Belly. Breasts. Neck. Necklace. She froze. Dorean was wearing a necklace of wooden pearl beads. Suzi surrendered herself to the fantasies that had been building inside her since the fat man had told her the stories. About the necklace. About the photographs of her. About the guest of honor.
In a trance, Suzi slowly raised her hand. It seemed to take hours for her to bring it high enough to reach the necklace. And then, she had to stretch it forward. Her mind was ablaze with the image of the fat man jerking off, spraying himself all over photographs of her, with the sensation of the RC relentlessly humming between her legs, with the energy that had been crackling in the room all night, all leading to this one instant.
She was blind to Betty’s hand gesture to David, to Dorean’s puzzled expression, to the small crowd gathering around them again, to the fat man leaning against the wall, hand in his pocket, rubbing himself. She was oblivious to everything except those small wooden beads.
When her hand finally obeyed and her arm stretched across that infinite space between fingertip and bead, the touch was like electricity shooting through her. Her body shook, her knees went weak, she fought and fought to keep sound from escaping while she wildly came and came. Only small, almost cough-like sounds escaped from the back of her throat, muffled by her closed mouth and clenched neck.
Dorean stared at her. She couldn’t tell if the woman was cumming or just at a complete loss for words. Yes, her body was moving awkwardly, but her eyes were open and focused on the necklace. Yes, her hand was trembling, but most people in that room were a little shaky tonight.
“Betty, let’s go, I’m bored,” she said, stepping back and turning toward her sister. Suzi’s arm dropped to her side, then almost immediately, she brought up both hands and wrapped them around herself, holding herself tight while the next orgasm came. I watched as Betty and Dorean walked away, Betty swelling with pride and Dorean trying her best to act unaffected by what she had just see. I knew better.
Suzi’s eyes were locked on the fat man, who motioned for us to come over and join him.
February 6th, 2009 at 7:43 am
Let’s just say that a trip to the shower followed my reading this….. yummy!
February 6th, 2009 at 7:47 am
Let’s just say that a shower followed my reading of this one…..yummy!