Black Orchid (3 page)

As she reached the bed, she quietly put down her handbag
and stood just outside the circle of light surrounding the bed,
waiting. She gave a good impression of fear as Judd threw
himself on the bed and leaned back on the pillows, folding his
hands behind his head and crossing one booted foot over the
other. The metal toe caps glinted menacingly in the reddish
light, incongruous against the bare mattress.

For a few seconds there was complete silence as Judd made
Tina wait. The tension between the two participants was
palpable, even through the two-way mirror, and Maggie felt
her throat tighten. She gulped at her champagne as Judd flicked
his wrist at Tina and, moving forward slightly so that she was
in the light, she began to undress.

He watched through hooded eyes as she slowly unclipped
the brooch at her throat and put it carefully in her pocket
before removing her jacket and her blouse, allowing them to
fall in a disregarded heap at her feet. Her movements were
graceful, seductive even, as she slowly slipped the button at
the side of her waistband out of the buttonhole and opened
the zip.

Maggie watched, mesmerised, as the other woman eased the
skirt down over her narrow hips. She was wearing a full-length
white slip underneath and she stood quietly, submissively,
before the cynical gaze of the man on the bed, as if waiting for
his command.

Maggie judged her to be in her early forties, though her
body was still taut and firm, well cared for. She was small
boned and delicate, her short, stylishly cut brown hair leaving
her neck exposed. Her skin was lent a pale pink, pearlised
sheen by the glow of the red light bulb so that it looked fragile,
almost translucent.

'Pretty, isn't she?' Antony breathed in her ear.

Maggie nodded, transfixed. She felt uncomfortably voyeuristic,
watching the tableau below, yet she could not tear her
eyes away. She gasped as Judd suddenly swore, graphically,
making the woman flinch.

'What are you waiting for?'

He jabbed a cigarette between his teeth and struck a match.
The flickering flame seemed to mesmerise Tina so that she
jumped when he shook the match and extinguished it.

'Get it off,' he snarled, blowing a thick stream of smoke at
her.

Very slowly, Tina pushed the straps off each shoulder in turn
and let the slip fall in a silky pool around her feet. Maggie
sucked in her breath. Underneath the smart, ordinary clothes,
Tina was wearing a garish red, push-up bra which gathered
up her small breasts and thrust them forward. Her ripe, red-tipped
nipples peeped obscenely over the top as if she was
offering them to the man on the bed.

A cheap black lace suspender belt encircled her slim waist
and held up her sheer black stockings. She was still wearing
her high-heeled black court shoes and Maggie's eyes were
drawn to the slender length of her legs from her ankles up to
her stocking tops and beyond to where the gently rounded
globes of her buttocks were displayed in shiny red satin panties,
edged with scratchy black lace.

'Whore!' Judd hissed and Tina hung her head.

'Turn around.'

Tina jumped to obey and, although Maggie knew she couldn't
be seen watching through the two-way mirrors, she drew back
in her seat. She could see Tina's face now and understood at
once the intent expression in her eyes. Her lips parted slightly
as she turned away from Maggie again and bent over from the
waist. Maggie was unexpectedly shocked to see that the red
panties were crotchless.

From the position that Tina had automatically adopted, legs
straight, thighs together, her breasts spilling out of their inadequate
restraint, Maggie could clearly see the shadow between
her buttocks and the tender, pink-lipped triangle of flesh
beneath. The dark pubic hair shielded her secret places coyly,
curling delicately round her outer lips.

Judd opened a can of beer. The sharp crack followed by a
gassy hiss sounded unnaturally loud. He took a swig before
jumping off the bed and sauntering round her, looking her up
and down with exaggerated menace.

'Legs apart,' he shouted, his scowl deepening as Tina shook
her head slightly and pressed her face into her shoulder. 'Do
we have to go through this every time?' he asked with exaggerated
patience.

He sat down on the bed in front of Tina so that she could
see him, though she did not move. As the silence continued,
Maggie could see the barely imperceptible shaking of Tina's
shoulders. Judd waited for a few minutes more before swearing
under his breath and suddenly leaping to his feet.

'Very well. Though I don't see why you don't do as you're
told immediately since you know you'll do it anyway – in the
end. What do you think you're here for?'

Maggie felt her stomach knot with tension as Judd slowly,
deliberately began to unbuckle his belt. It was of a thick, heavy
leather, the strap flat and wide. The buckle was large and
weighty looking. He took his time drawing it through the stiff
loops of his jeans before cracking it loudly against his thigh.

Tina was trembling openly now and Maggie shifted in her
seat, pressing closer to Antony. She gasped as Judd coiled the
buckle end of the belt around his fist and brought the other
end, without warning, across the back of Tina's stocking-clad
thighs. Tina whimpered, but kept her legs pressed tightly
together.

Judd waited for a few seconds before carefully aiming
another blow parallel to the first. This time Tina cried out and
slowly, reluctantly it seemed to Maggie, she shifted position
so that her feet were shoulder width apart. Her naked labia
were now exposed. The pink flesh, framed by the cheap red
and black crotchless knickers, glistened moistly and Maggie
felt an answering wetness gather between her own thighs.

Judd reached forward and caressed Tina's bottom approvingly,
almost lovingly.

'On your knees,' he commanded and Tina obeyed at once,
pressing her lips fervently against his boots, bottom high in
the air.

Maggie felt Antony's warm breath against her as he explained,
'Tina is in banking – about as high as you can go. All day long
she has to be in control, make decisions, be strong. She comes
here to let go.'

Judd was pouring scorn and abuse on her head now, abusing
her in the crudest possible terms, some of which made Maggie
flinch. Yet Tina seemed to be lapping it up.

At his command, Tina began to crawl around the room, her
small breasts hanging down, swinging so that their reddened
crests brushed the rough carpeted floor, her glistening sex
exposed to all the watchers. The fragile fabric of her stockings
had ripped and torn, the ladders running up her legs.

In spite of herself, Maggie felt herself grow warm and she
pressed her own thighs together tightly. Judd was following
Tina around the room, beer can in hand, cigarette between his
teeth, laughing at her, calling her names.

'If the men under you at work could see you now! The big
Boss Lady! You love it, don't you?' he laughed harshly and
cracked the belt across her swaying bottom.

Suddenly he reached down and tore the panties off her,
throwing them to one side with a display of disgust. With her
naked white bottom exposed, Tina looked even more vulnerable.
Maggie watched, her fascination overcoming her initial horror
as Judd hit Tina several times across the buttocks with the
leather belt and the tender skin became striped with pink.

Tina was panting now, crawling frantically around the room
as if trying to escape from the sting of the belt. In vain she
changed direction, darting this way and that, writhing as he
caught her with it. Judd derided her efforts, bringing the belt
down between her legs so that the tender skin of her perineum
was stung by the merciless tip, the flat leather tormenting the
tight, exposed anal opening.

The crack of the belt echoed around the room, each one
sending a shiver through Maggie as she imagined herself in
Tina's place. Finally, Judd stopped and, gripping Tina by the
elbows, he hauled her up onto her knees. Tina whimpered
audibly as he thrust his face close to hers and snarled, 'What
do you want, whore?'

In response, Tina merely tossed her head from side to side
and Judd shook her, hard.

'What do you want? Tell me!'

Maggie held her breath as in a small, breathy voice, Tina
replied, 'I want you to fuck me.'

Maggie's hand flew to her mouth as Judd shook her again.

'Say please,' he sneered.

'Please,' she whimpered, 'Oh please!'

Judd hauled her to her feet and carried her over to the bed
with one arm as if she were weightless. Stubbing his cigarette
out on top of the beer can before throwing it aside, he sat down
heavily on the bed and flung Tina across his knee. She lay there
face down, limp and helpless as a rag doll with her head and
legs dangling either side of his lap.

She cried out as he began to spank her, his large, calloused
hand paddling her already tender behind, mercilessly. Her face
was pressed into the grimy mattress and Maggie could imagine
the stale, sweaty smell of it, mixing with the pungent odour
of Judd's oily jeans. Under the red stripes caused by the belt,
Tina's white skin grew pink from the slaps as the spanking
went on and on.

Her voice muffled by the mattress, Tina begged him to stop,
but Judd merely laughed, bringing his hand down harder and
faster in response. Maggie felt her own bottom tingling in
sympathy and she wriggled in her seat.

She welcomed the touch of Antony's cool hand as he massaged
the back of her neck, held rigid with tension. She swallowed as
she felt his hot, wet tongue begin to explore the outer whorls
of her ear. She wanted to turn and seek his mouth with her
own, but the scene which continued before her eyes held her
transfixed.

Surely Tina could not bear much more? Just as Maggie
thought he had gone too far, Judd suddenly tipped her off his
lap, letting her fall in an undignified heap. He nudged her with
his toe so that she rolled onto her back and stared up at him
as he stood, towering menacingly over her. The look in Tina's
eyes was one of adoration mixed with fear.

Maggie's eyes skidded from Tina's face to Judd. She could not
take her eyes off the movement of his fingers as he unzipped
his jeans and released his swelling penis.

'My God!' Maggie whispered. 'Will you look at
that
!'

Like the rest of him it was larger than life, soaring up proudly
from his parted zip. Maggie could see the purple veins standing
out in the smooth white skin. A bead of moisture glistened at
the tip and she unconsciously ran her tongue across her lips.
Antony followed the movement with one finger and she drew
the tip of his finger into her mouth without thinking and
circled it with her tongue. She felt suffused with liquid heat,
her senses caught up in the drama being enacted before her.

Meanwhile, Judd had taken a condom out of his back pocket
and was slowly unrolling it over his rock-hard cock. Without
bothering to remove his clothes, he scooped Tina up off the
floor and threw her carelessly face down on the bed. Pushing
several pillows under her hips so that her glowing bottom was
high in the air, he held her cheeks apart and entered her from
behind.

Maggie could see Tina's face, eyes glazed with what looked
like a mixture of pain and ecstasy as he thrust in and out of
her and she twisted in her seat to find Antony was watching
her, his eyes hot.

Without a word, Maggie rose and, standing in front of him,
pulled her shift over her head.

Antony smiled slowly as she stood before him in her grape silk
basque. Without taking his eyes from her, he pulled the couch
closer to the mirror so that Maggie could still see Judd and
Tina when he beckoned her forward.

Maggie held her breath as Antony sank onto one knee in
front of her and carefully unclipped each of her suspenders.
With tantalising slowness, he rolled down one stocking,
pressing small, dry kisses all the way down the inside of her
leg to her ankle. He kissed each of her toes in turn as he peeled
away the delicate nylon, tickling the sensitive spaces between
them with his tongue. He took his time before repeating the
procedure with her other leg.

Standing absolutely still, she watched him as he rolled down
her damp panties, bringing them briefly to his lips before
discarding them. His face was on a level with the moist curls
between her thighs and Maggie felt her legs turn to water as
he gently rubbed his nose against her quivering mound,
breathing in the scent of her.

His strong hands came up to cup her buttocks, pressing her
to him as his tongue snaked along the glistening crevice
between her legs. She was ready for him, her tender flesh
swollen with passion, bathed in her feminine juices. She shifted
position slightly to give him easier access and moaned softly
as his questing tongue found the small bud of desire burgeoning
hopefully between her nether lips.

Maggie's eyelids felt heavy as she opened them and looked
through the window to the hall below. Judd had denied Tina
the relief of orgasm and had tied her by the wrists and ankles.
She lay, spread-eagled on the bed, face up, while he knelt
astride her waist, his great cock, naked now, looming
menacingly over her.

Maggie's legs began to tremble as Antony's tongue flicked
firmly backwards and forwards across her straining clitoris.
Judd was masturbating himself now, milking that incredible
organ so that, when he came, the thick, creamy fluid spurted
across Tina's rapturous face and breasts.

As a copious amount of fluid hit Tina's cringing skin, Maggie
lost control. She cried out as her own orgasm broke from her,
throwing back her head and sinking slowly to her knees.

She found Antony's mouth with her own. She could taste
herself on his lips, a sweet, sticky warmth and she welcomed
the invasion of his tongue into her mouth, sucking it in. As he
kissed her, he pushed the straps of her basque over her shoulders
and released one aching breast.

Still kissing her deeply, he rolled her swollen nipple in the
warm palm of his hand until it had hardened to a bursting
peak. She ached for the hard nub to be enclosed by his hot
mouth, but Antony had ideas of his own. Breaking away from
her for long enough to lift her and lay her gently on the couch,
he looked down on her with heavy eyes as he quickly dispensed
with his own clothes.

His body was smooth skinned and powerful, the shoulders
broad and well defined. Maggie ran the palms of her hands
over them and across his lightly hair-roughened chest. He
lowered himself onto her, letting her feel his weight along
the length of her body as he kissed her. He nipped the sensitive
skin inside her lower lip with his teeth before soothing
it with his tongue and Maggie groaned.

Any other time she knew she would have welcomed this
long, slow build up to release, but the scenes in the Exhibition
Room she had just watched made her need more urgent. She
had
been
there in the room with Judd and Tina. She had been
Tina.

Already her recent climax had ebbed away and she was
eager for more, her over sensitised flesh quivering in anticipation.
She could feel the hardness between Antony's thighs
nuzzling her navel and she murmured restlessly. The memory
of Judd spilling his seed over Tina pushed itself to the forefront
of Maggie's mind and she was suffused with heat.

As if reading her mind, Antony took his weight on his hands
placed either side of her head and levered himself away from
her. His cock bounced off her breasts and hovered above her
chin. It was long and thick, the circumcised purplish tip already
beaded with a small drop of moisture.

Maggie craned her neck so that she could reach up to dab
at it with her tongue, savouring the salty taste as she licked
around the velvet-skinned helmet. Antony rolled onto his back
beside her, watching, narrow-eyed as she slowly took the entire
length of his shaft in her mouth. Inch by inch she eased it to
the back of her throat. Releasing her muscles there, she flicked
her tongue back and forth against the underside as it slipped
in. At last her lower lip kissed the weight of his balls.

His engorged flesh, slippery with her saliva, filled her mouth,
nudging at the back of her throat. She frowned in protest as
he unexpectedly withdrew.

'No,' he whispered urgently, pulling her up the couch into
his arms, 'not yet. First I want to come inside you – here.'

Maggie gasped as suddenly, without warning, he hooked
two fingers inside her and found unerringly that secret, sensitive
place which had the power to drive all reasonable thought
from her mind. Her entire being seemed centred on those few
folds of flesh and her muscles clenched.

Clinging onto his shoulders, Maggie squirmed, impaled on
his probing fingers. A kaleidoscope of colours danced on her
closed eyelids as he rubbed her, her entire body exploding
into sensation as his thumb pressed against her exposed
clitoris.

Quickly, he rolled her over onto her back and plunged into
her so that those sensations radiated throughout her body in
a series of never-ending waves, over and over until he joined
with her, giving a triumphant cry as his sperm burst from
him.

They lay, sweat slicked and exhausted, entwined in each
other's arms for several minutes. When Antony raised his head
and smiled down at her, it took all her strength to muster a
few words.

'Did I pass the test?'

'Hmm?' he nuzzled her neck, sending little shivers through
her.

'The interview – can I join the Black Orchid Club?'

He laughed, his now flaccid penis slipping out of her as she
joined in.

'Maggie, I think you'll be an asset to the club.'

Maggie smiled and reached for him, satisfied to feel him
growing hard again under her hand.

'You can bet on it,' she murmured as she slithered down the
bed.

Antony felt the last vestige of the day's tensions float away as
Maggie took him into her skilful mouth again. Most women
he had known paid lip service to this kind of 'lip service', but
Maggie had turned it into an art form. Better still, she genuinely
seemed to be enjoying herself, her eyes were closed, her long,
dark hair enclosing him in a fragrant, ticklish curtain.

He lay back on the cushions and sighed as she cupped his
balls in her cool, elegant fingers. Her tongue swept delicately
along the length of his shaft, flicking expertly round the tip
before travelling back down to his testicles.

She had twisted so that her body was at right angles to his
on the couch, her long, slender legs curled beneath her. As she
worked her tongue leisurely round his cock, Antony coiled his
fingers round one of her ankles and pulled her gently towards
him. She shifted slightly so that her body was soon resting
lengthwise on top of his, her warm, pale pink sex inches from
his face.

Gently parting her lips he could see the remnants of their
combined juices and he lapped at the sticky concoction with
his tongue, breathing in deeply the musky odour. Slowly
running his fingertips around the moist flesh leaves, he wetted
them thoroughly before running them along the line of her
perineum and up to where the skin puckered around the tight
little orifice of her anus.

He felt her lapping tongue falter momentarily as he began
to trace ever deepening circles around it. As soon as she had
regained her rhythm, he dipped back down to her sex and used
the moisture there to lubricate the reluctant mouth, dipping
and wetting, dipping and wetting until at last he was able to
slip the tip of one finger inside. Her muscles tightened around
it, pushing against the intrusion and he waited until they had
relaxed before working it in further.

Lightly flicking her clitoris with his tongue, he saw with
satisfaction that her juices had begun to flow faster. His finger
was in up to the second knuckle now. Using the fingers of his
other hand, he spread her inner lips, lapping at the pulsing
opening with his tongue before delving into that hot, melting
passage with three fingers.

He could feel his finger in her bottom through the thin
membrane separating the two places and he rubbed the fingers
of his two hands together slowly. Finding her hard bud again
with his tongue, he flicked it quickly back and forth.

A fluttering sensation in his balls warned him that he could
not hold back much longer. Maggie was sucking him hard as
her own body went out of control. He felt her clitoris buck
against his tongue and he nibbled at it, very gently.

As she came, Maggie ground herself onto his face, almost
enveloping him with her heated flesh as he lapped the fluids
flooding along his fingers and worked his finger faster in her
bottom. When the last wave of her orgasm ebbed away, Antony
quickly withdrew his member from her mouth and flipped her
onto her back.

She looked up at him with wide, heavy eyes as he held her
mouth open and slipped back inside. He placed his palms
against the wall for balance as he thrust into her willing
mouth. He wanted to watch her face as she swallowed his
sperm. His eyes felt glazed as he felt it begin. Every muscle in
his body clenched as his orgasm surged into Maggie's hot
mouth, spilling over her cheeks and down her neck as he withdrew
before the end.

Maggie swallowed and tried to catch the droplets on her
chin with her tongue. Antony stared down at her, his breath
coming in short, sharp gasps. The beautiful, intelligent face,
smeared with semen, her dark hair splayed in wild disarray
across the cushions, her body opened to him in total abandon.
It was one of the most moving, erotic sights he had ever
seen.

Dipping his head, he kissed her, tasting the salty emission
on her tongue. Then very slowly, he began to suck at the sticky
fluid now drying on her face and neck. He felt her shiver, her
soft skin raising up in goosebumps as he trailed his tongue
along the mid-line of her body, lingering over her navel.

Her thighs tensed in half-hearted protest as he parted them
again. He smiled to himself as he saw the swollen, satisfied
flesh resting in the folds. Slowly, with the tip of his tongue, he
licked the grooves either side of her tender clitoris, coaxing it
out from under its protective hood so that it stood proud,
inviting his kiss.

Maggie moaned softly as he laved it with his tongue, curling
it round and round the bud until it began to quiver with life
again. Ignoring her muffled protests, he licked it with long,
slow, merciless strokes until her thighs tensed and wrapped
themselves around his neck. Pressing his face against her he
felt the strong, throbbing pulse of her orgasm. It was gentler
this time, less intense, but longer lasting.

Maggie's fingers curled in his hair and she pulled him up,
away from her.

'No more!' she begged, half laughing. 'Please – that's enough!'

Antony considered ignoring her. He had the urge to take
her through the barrier of pain to that other level of pleasure,
but something told him that would be going too far. This
time.

He kissed her eyelids as she closed them and lay his head
on the cushions, watching her as she fell into a light doze.

Maggie stood under the stream of water and let it simply
cascade over her tender skin for a long time before taking up
the soap and washing herself. She felt tired and heavy limbed,
yet exhilarated.

The tender skin of her labia was still sore and engorged, the
inner lips protruding so that they rubbed against her panties.
As she dressed she felt as if she were turning back into herself,
as if that lascivious, insatiable creature she had been with
Antony did not really exist. And yet, with every step she took,
she was reminded of that other Maggie by the gentle pleasure/
pain of the friction between fabric and tender skin.

He smiled at her as she joined him in the bar. A glass of
mineral water was waiting for her and she picked it up gratefully,
glad to quench her thirst. Looking around her she was
unsurprised to see that the lounge was half empty. It was late,
past midnight, and most of the women would be working the
next morning. As would she, she had to remind herself.
Somehow that other, every-day world seemed very far away.

Antony introduced her to Judd in the bar some time later.

'How do you do,' Maggie felt herself blush as she recalled
the scene she had witnessed earlier in the Exhibition Hall and
realised that Judd would guess what it had led to.

He merely smiled warmly back at her, however, and shook
her hand. He had changed out of his menacing leather jacket
and was dressed in the black trousers and white shirt which
appeared to be the uniform for all staff whilst not in the
gym. Away from the stage set of the Exhibition Room he
appeared quite normal, wholesome even, and Maggie couldn't
help but chuckle as they took their drinks to a table in the
corner.

'What is it?' Antony grinned back at her.

'This place is so bizarre. Your men. Do you pay them well
for all this?'

Antony's expression was serious as he answered what had
been a very flippant question.

'Very well. And they earn every penny, believe me. They
sign a three-month contract during which they must live here,
on the premises. They aren't allowed any sexual contact
outside the club during their three-month shift, nor are they
allowed to take any kind of drugs, or indulge in any kind of
sexual practice between themselves. Anyone who breaks the
rules is out.'