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Chapter 20
Life in Schenectady left me completely unprepared for this panoramic 3D eye-ecstasy. Erotic Comic-con for grown-ups. Morally destitute and physically impossible are phrases that would come to mind if I had the capacity for a complete, rational thought. Inebriated by the steamy mass of sexuality and cannabile vapor, I descend into a goofy, primeval stupor.
A mass of bodies press against me in the seductive, carnal mélange which reeks of sweat and sex. Some clown (literally, with huge red shoes) brushes against me and spills half his drink on my ass followed by a race to see who can save the drippings from reaching the floor. I will proudly bear those teeth wounds for at least a week.
With both of us in bare feet, Kitty Hinshaw is shorter than I expect. I rest my chin on her shoulder clinging from the notion that she’s legal in every way, which somehow makes it okay. I don’t notice when the music stops. She runs her fingers along the string in my ass-crack. It feels pretty good. I could get used to this.
Kitty gently nudges my shoulder while holding my hips against hers. “I didn’t realize you were quite so adventurous,” she says with a wink.
“I have eclectic tastes,” I say wondering when I became this adventurous. “You make a great tiger.” I admire her feline grace. She’s not completely nude under her body paint. She wears some little doily to guard her crotch from mine. If I wriggle a little more, I might break it free.
My hand caresses a path along one of her stripes, across her nipple. “You have cute little tits,” I say with a high-pitched giggle. I don’t know where that came from.
She leans in closer to my ear, which pulls my face into her chest. “After my pregnancy, I had them reduced. My husband, Blair, prefers them small. Nice work don’t you think?”
Her words take a few days to register. Only a few inches from the nipple, I open my mouth and bite down. I roll her nipple between and taste the very tip with my tongue. Her body paint is cherry flavored.
“Whew,” she says with a shiver. “You like them childishly small, don’t you?”
“What?” I say. I jerk my head back away from her, flustered. “No, no … that’s not it.”
“You simply must come to my next sleepover. We’d have a wonderful time.” Kitty runs her hand over the back of my neck, and gently draws me back into her chest. “Vienna must be an absolute treat for you?”
I pull away again. Is that what she thinks? “No, I would never do anything like that.” My throat is parched. I’m faint, dizzy from the harsh smoke which fills the room. I wonder when Celestina will return with our drinks.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Kitty says. “You’re secret is safe with me. I didn’t even know you were a disciple.”
“Of what?”
“Why Skull and Daggers, of course.”
“Oh, of course,” I say. “Are you one, too?”
“You must know better than that. Skull & Daggers is a fraternal organization,” Kitty chuckles. “Skull & Roses is the sorority. I’ll never forget my touchstones. Magnificent. The ritual fills you with an incredible sense of power – almost immortality. Your uncle, Shimon, was my second.” She shrugs. “I don’t know why your aunt hates me for that. It was just a ceremony.”
None of that makes any sense. What the hell is a touchstone? My cock is pretty firm – like a stone. She can touch it.
“I went through a phase in college where I just had to taste that that rough, hand-circumcised scepter,” Kitty continues. “I think there are supposed to be four more touchstones tonight. Oh, here’s your date now.”
I turn to see Celestina weaving her way through the rolling waves of epidermal sea. She carries two plastic cups over her head through the parting waters.
Kitty cranes her neck and whispers in my ear, “You were ballsy bringing her here. I hope Victor doesn’t find out. Celestina and Vienna … they’re perfect. If Caroline was like either of them, Blair would be the next president of Europe.”
“There is no President of Europe,” I say.
Kitty laughs and pulls away from me. “I hope you don’t mind me keeping him warm for you, Mistress,” she says dipping her eyes to the ground. Kitty glances in my direction. “Oh, look, Nagini is peeking of his den.” Kitty reaches down and pulls what little fabric I’m wearing over the tip of my clearly exposed manhood. I have a sudden rush of pleasure when Kitty pats the top of it before dancing away.
“Who was that?” Celestina says handing me a drink. “It looks like she left you with a bad case of stripes.” She wipes her finger along my cheek and removes some body paint.
I take a long swig of the punch to cool me off. “I thought I said ‘no alcohol.’”
“Nah, this is just punch.” Oh, okay, I guess. She takes a sip of her drink and drapes her other arm over my neck I catch a grand view of her near-perfect breasts. Her nipples are thick and deep with almost no areola. I think I want to kiss them. “Sorry I took so long. This place is wild,” Celestina says. “That dyke from art class has barbed wire wrapped around some guy’s nuts.”
“Zulima?” I say, “She’s not a dyke. She’s a sadist.”
“Whatever,” Celestina says. “Oh, and I saw a couple of little runts running around naked. It was funny as hell. The Indian boy had the cutest little hard on.”
Somehow, my mind found its way through the fog and remembered why I was here. “Where’d you see him?”
“Over by the water cabinet,” Celestina says. “Isn’t that a funny phrase? That’s what my mom calls it.”
I scan in the direction that she’s pointing. I see a rough-hewn gap in the stone wall, but I can’t make out much more. I suck down my drink and say, “I’ll be right back. I want to see these kids.”
She grabs my hand and says, “I’ll show you.”
Celestina sashays in front of me. Fourteen, right? Her hips draw notice from every eye around us. Twisted characters from children’s stories in old, worn-down bodies can’t compete with that. (Although, Little Bo Peep is endearing in a totally fuckable way. “Baa, baa little black sheep,” I growl like a big-bad wolf. The way she gyrates with her penis-shaped shepherds’ crook is true talent.)
We reach an opening -- to one side is a lounge area with a few thousand pounds of bare flesh rolling orgiastically around the furniture, to the other side are a few, very talented bartenders with limited ID checking skills. Distant noise from the band is quieter in this area.
“I don’t understand,” Celestina says. “He was right here a moment ago.” She pulls me toward the orgy room. “Maybe they’re in here.”
Perhaps it’s my Catholic upbringing or a few too many penises in the mix, but I don’t see that could be fun. I always considered sex as a form intimacy not a communal, public activity.
This group seems to take pleasure in having an audience. There is even a rooting section for a ginormous black guy, who satisfies four people at the same time. His fingers are thicker than my boyishly cute Polish manhood. I don’t see what so impressive about him until he withdraws from one of the girls accompanied by a slurpy, sucking sound. Simultaneously, Celestina and I say, “whoa”.
I regain my composure first and say, “Come on.” I tug on her arm, pulling her outside the orgy room. “Nobody here matches your description.”
Beyond the bartenders, there is a narrow hallway, running downward. I notice a flicker of movement in the shadows. “I see something.”
She’s walking away from us with her hand on the wall. She has stringy, dark colored hair on a very short head. “Chai,” I yell as a guess.
She looks back over her shoulder and sees me. It is Chai. She flashes a toothy grin, and then turns and runs away from me. “Shit,” I say chasing after her.
“Where are you going?” Celestina says. I ignore her. Down the one sloping passageway, then turn right.
An armed guard in latex police chaps steps out from behind a pedestal and raises his hand. “Stop,” he says. He holds out an electronic tricorder. “Thumbprint scan.”
“I just need to talk with someone,” I say to the guard. Celestina catches up to me, wheezing to catch her breath. The thumb print scanner approves her admittance.
“No problem, just one brass coin for each of you,” the guard says.
“A thousand dollars?” I say wide-eyed. “Each? What for?”
Celestina whacks me on my arm, “I told you to by some of those tokens.”
“You bring the money, next time,” I say.
I try to figure out if there is a way past this guard without drawing attention. He doesn’t seem so tough. Of course, neither am I. “Can you call her for me? Her name is Chai. She’s about that high.” I hold my hand out to my shoulder height. “I just want to ask her something.”
The guard sighs.
Before he can respond, my skin crawls. I shiver from a slight breeze. Like when you are home alone, and you know something is outside in the darkness. I recall figments of blinding pain, and I hold my breath and pray it disappears. An erect penis presses into my ass and a hand comes down on my shoulder. My legs go numb.
Shit, where did he come from?
“I’m sorry Mr. Vandeprave,” the guard says, “I was taking care of him.”
“That’s quite all right, Hans,” Victor says. It’s all right for him. I can’t breathe. Hell, I think my nervous system stopped functioning and my limbic system blew a fuse. “Celestina, would you please excuse us?”Vicotr asks.
Celestina chuckles. She taps victor on his shoulder with the riding crop and says, “You must refer to me as Mistress.”
“No,” Victor says, “I don’t believe I do. But I will contact your school and let them know not to worry about you.”
Celestina gulps and backs away leaving me alone with Victor and a very dark-skinned Hans.
“Are you enjoying yourself at my weekly soirée?” Victors says. His hand held a firm grip on my shoulder. I feel my carotid pulsing in my neck.
“Uh, sure,” I cough.
“I’m afraid I must apologize,” Victors says maintaining his grip. “I had no idea who you were when I invited you to my house. I trust Shimon has taken good care of you.”
“I could have died,” I say trying to catch my breath.
“That would have been a shame,” Victor says. “I could not know the company you kept. Your friends are not insubstantial.”
A shame? Fuck. Dying would be a lot more than a ‘shame’ to me. “What about the kids?” I ask gaining some measure of confidence. “I thought I saw Chai a moment ago.”
“Is that what this is about?” Victor releases my shoulder and pats my back. It seems affectionate, but feels possessive. “Hans, would you locate Chai for me?”
“Yes, sir,” Hans says. He has a receiver inside his pedestal. He picks it up and whispers into. “She’ll be out shortly sir.”
“Thank you,” Victor says.
We wait quietly in the cave-like passage. Minutes tick by. It’s unnerving, particularly since we’re all practically naked. To break the silence, I decide to ask, “Where are we?”
“We’re underground, of course,” Victor says with a chuckle. Hans joins him in his mirth.
That chuckle – I can almost feel his sharp rod penetrating my ass, shredding my lower intestines. My back pinned in an unnatural arc.
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. Somehow, I have to find a way to push away those memories. “You’re name is not really Hans, is it?” I ask. They both chuckle a little more boisterously. Shit.
Finally, I hear footsteps on the stone. A naked little Chai comes walking up the walkway just like I remember her. “Hey Victor, what’s up?” she asks.
“Kyler saw you and was concerned about you?” Victor says. “He wanted to make sure you were okay.” He’s caressing his hand across my back, while Chai looks at me expectantly.
“Well,” I cough to clear my throat. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, a’course I am,” she says. This is so weird talking to a naked twelve-year-old girl in the presence of three grown men.
“Nobody is hurting you?”
“No way.” Chai smiles with a broad grin. “I was nothing in Bangkok. But here, I’m like a movie star. Everybody loves me.”
“Good,” I say. The narrow cleft, between her legs is puffed, swollen pink. I remember why I’m really here. I glance at Victor and then back to Chai. “What about Khandaya? Is she okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” Chai says. “She’s doing fine. It’s a pisser about her arm. If she had both, she’d probably be as good as me.”
I glance back at Victor. He raises his eyebrows expectantly. I turn back to Chai. “Well, I guess that’s it then,” I say. “Tell Khandaya I asked about her, okay?”
“Thank you, Chai,” Victor says. “You are dismissed. With that, Chai turns and does her duck-footed walk back down the passage. Her tiny little hiney disappears into the darkness.
“I’m glad that’s settled amicably,” Victor says. I still haven’t breathed. “You’re welcome to stay, of course,” he continues. “I simply ask that you respect our rules.” I don’t even know what those rules are. Then he adds, “Khandaya, hmm? She’s a sweet child. If you are discreet, perhaps she can be yours someday.”
“What about Celestina?” I ask, but I’m more concrened about Vienna.
“Don’t be greedy,” Victor says. “Oha, and don’t dawdle too long. I would consider returning Celestina to her school very soon. I’m sure she is missed.”
“I think that would be wise,” I say mirroring his stilted formality.
“Oh,” Victor says very pointedly. “Respect Celestina in every way. I would hate her to be … um … diminished. Both her and Vienna are very important to me.” He grabs my shoulder again and stares at me to make sure I understand. “I don’t need both of them, if you catch my meaning.”
I nod my head and swallow what little moisture I can find. It’s a threat as clear as can be. For some reason he wants Vienna and Celestina, but problems with either one could be life affecting. I am a fucking college student – with no money or resources, my car is one bolt away from rusting away completely. How the hell am I supposed to help them?
It’s got to be an idle threat. Uncle Shimon is a mega-zillionaire and Celestina’s father is a state senator.
I turn to walk away, rapidly, with all of the self-possession I can muster. Once I turn the corner I begin to jog into the party where I find Celestina playing with the kitty club. Kitty Hinshaw is kissing her while teasing her … you know … her kitty. I grab Celestina’s arm more forcefully than I intend and say, “Let’s go. I’ve done what we came for.”
“Aw, we’re just getting started,” Celestina says.
I don’t give her a chance to back down. I interlace my fingers with hers and retrace our steps to the entrance where we left the limo. She raps me a few times with her riding crop. The car is there waiting to take partygoers back.
“Are you finished, Mistress?” the maitre de with the precious coins asks.
“No,” Celestina says with glee. The maitre d smiles.
Another servant finds our clothes and hands them to us. The driver holds the door open. I climb in after Celestina and take the seat next to her. We’re alone in the spacious back.
As the limo begins to back out of the cave, I catch Celestina eyeing my crotch. “You look you’re pretty excited,” she says. I don’t know how to respond to that, so I just give a quick shrug. As the limo picks up speed, Celestina straddles me with a knee on each side of my lap. She says, “I’m fucking horny as hell.”
What a coincidence.
I feel the warmth of her vulva burning through both of our underwears. She bends in close and bites my lower lip. Her hips press against me and slides lengthwise up my shaft.
I forget all about Victor and shudder in pleasure. I reach my hands between us and cup her breast. A moment I’ve salivated about since that first art class. They’re perfect. She whimpers when I pinch her nipple.
Celestina kisses my cheek with a vengeance, then moves to gnaw on my earlobe. I move my other hand to her ass and explore it with my finger.
“Ooo,” Celestina groans into my ear canal. She begins to move in rhythm.
My hand slips lower between her legs and sample the dampness. Unconconscously, I writhe in harmony with her. I place both hands behind her and drag her along my shaft. At the peak of each swell I hold her up for a second to sustain the intensity all the while pushing away from the seat. With each wave, our bucking grows louder. I think I’m about to push through the floor.
“Fuck, Oh fuck.” Before I can fathom, I pull her to the top of my cock and Celestina squeals. I hold there while I shoot waves of jism into my g-string.
When I’m done, I hold her in place until the sensitivy dies down. “I think that was the best sex I ever had,” I say. It wasn’t even sex, not really.
Celestina bends her head back and smiles a broad gasping grin. “Fuck,” she says. “That was so fucking awesome.” She rolls off me, and I realize I am covered in sweat. She is too. She reaches over to fondle my shaft and giggles. “You’re still hard.” She leans down to my cock and licks off my jism while I can only find the energy to pant. “I’ve never felt anything like that,” Celestina says. “I can’t wait to tell Vienna.”
“No,” I plead. I remember where I am all of a sudden. “Please, whatever you do. You can never tell her. You can never tell anybody about this.”
“Why not?” she asks.
“Just please. I could lose my financial aid or go to jail.”
“Okay,” she grins. She peels back my g-string and licks up the final bit from the tip. “As long as we can come to the party again next week.”
Fuck. Celestina is not the type who keeps secrets. I am so screwed.
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