Phoenyx: Flesh & Fire (8 page)

“Oh, wow,” Alfreda gasped. “Another dancer. How totally groovy are you, baby?”

I wasn’t sure if that question was supposed to be rhetorical, so I just smiled broadly in reply. Alfreda reached out and shook my hand. Her fingernails were very sharp and pointed, painted emerald green. “Oh, and I love the boots.”

“I saved up for months to get those,” I explained. “My mother said I was wasting my money. Said I should have used it for something more sensible.”

Alfreda flicked a long tail of hair behind her ear, which I noticed wasn’t actually long and pointed after all. “Oh no, baby. A cool pair of boots will take a hot chick anywhere.”

“Especially when that’s all she’s wearing,” Olivia added, leaning against my shoulder. “And then, they can take her all the way to heaven and back.” She blew a long, thin cloud past me and I felt my throat tighten up. “She does look utterly mouth-watering in the nude, don’t you, darling?” She batted her eyelashes at me and squeezed my bottom. “Also very cool in velvet hot pants. It’s almost a shame to have to peel them off to get to what’s underneath.”

Alfreda smiled, a big dreamy smile which gave me the impression that she wasn’t entirely on this planet. “Far out. I must come along and see you in action sometime. Wanna come downstairs just now? Got a bit of a thing going on. Daisy’s come over with a couple of the cats from the River Quarter. They’re just out of sight. You should meet them all.”

“Sounds like a gas,” Olivia said. “Phoenyx, you interested?”

I nodded, unsure what I was committing myself to. Alfreda seemed even more laid-back than Olivia so I didn’t imagine there would be anything too unpleasant or scary going on, but all the same, I couldn’t untie the knot of apprehension which sat tight in the middle of my guts. It would have helped if I could understand half of what Alfreda was talking about, but perhaps I would learn more once I had spent a little longer in her company, and been introduced to the ‘cats’ downstairs, although at that moment I still wondered how many legs they might have had, and whether they might prove more sociable than Boris.

We all went down to Alfreda’s place, and when she opened the door, the sound of strange, exotic music hit me out in the hall. Inside, the place was dark, dimly-lit by red and orange lights and the air was so thick with smoke that I thought I would suffocate. Not a great start.

“Hey, everyone,” Alfreda said to the room, “I found Olivia upstairs. And her totally hip new friend from the Klub. She’s called Phoenyx. Like, the bird that’s born of fire. How amazing is that?”

The men and women who sat or lay around the soft cushions and low sofas waved and smiled at me as I stepped inside, my poor eyes straining as I tried to focus on them. Alfreda closed the door and indicated a spare settee in the corner, where Olivia and I sat down.

“So, do you want anything?” Alfreda asked us. “Drink, smoke, bong?”

“I’m just chilling, darling,” Olivia said, “Maybe I’ll grab something later.”

“Or maybe someone,” Alfreda said, provoking gentle laughter from around the room.

“Oh, why wait ‘til later for that?” a voice said from the other side of the room, beyond the haze of smoke, “Grab someone now, and tell them that you love them.”

Olivia did just that, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me tight.

“This one’s quite the starlet,” she said to the others as she pressed her head against me. “I think she’ll go far.”

“Ah, but will she go all the way?” someone else asked, to more laughter.

I could feel my eyelids starting to droop as a veil of tiredness crept over me. I should have felt more intimidated and nervous, being in a room full of strangers who I didn’t really understand and could barely even see, or distinguish male from female as everyone seemed to have the same kind of long hairstyle – some seemed to be lying on top of each other on the floor, or sat huddled together with cigarettes and other strange pipe-like equipment. But I couldn’t remember feeling more at peace or at ease in all my life. My anxious experiences at the Klub had now melted away into a hazy, multi-colored spiral of peace. It was cool, definitely cool.

In short, I liked this atmosphere, and wanted more.

“I think she would,” Olivia said as she ran a hand through my hair. “I took her in the changing rooms of WOW’s ladies’ department earlier this morning, and she came all over me like a real hottie. Didn’t you dear?”

“Hm,” I murmured, inhaling Olivia’s perfume, which mingled with the spicy ambience of the room. My eyes slithered shut under her gentle stroking, much like how I imagined Boris felt when I petted him to sleep on my lap. “Yes, I did. All over you, all over me.”

And that was that – my dreamy sense of peace blurred into oblivion and I slipped out of all consciousness.

I woke up gradually on the sofa to find myself lying curled up on it. The smoke had dissipated a little and the music had changed to some kind of twangy soft rock, but I couldn’t see Olivia. I sat up and looked around. Different people were in different positions from what I remembered, though it was still difficult for my blurry eyes to distinguish them and their exotic clothes from the soft furnishings.

“Lookin’ for Olivia, man?” a voice asked me from a bundle of cushions opposite. I nodded dumbly.

A hand, holding a smoldering cigarette, waved generally towards a red beaded curtain at the back of the room. “Went through there with Udo and ‘Freda. Hey, you want some of this?”

I got up, rather unsteadily, and swayed as I felt a rush of blood surge to my head. I wobbled, shot a hand out to steady myself, missed the top of the fireplace and fell against the wall instead. I just leant there, and shook my head.

“I’ll be okay,” I whispered, feeling my tongue crack and my throat contract. I didn’t like this smoky business, and couldn’t see me getting used to it in the near future. I liked the feelings it produced but not the physical effects – which probably ruled me out of any further parties of this sort at Olivia’s or elsewhere which was a shame, as I was enjoying the rest of the ambience.

I pushed myself back onto my feet and stumbled through in the direction of the curtain. It was time to summon the energy to ask Olivia to take me back home, so I could sleep properly in my own bed and be there for Boris when he wanted back into the house in the morning.

I dragged aside the jangling red beads and stepped inside.

The light in here was paler, more natural, and brighter. There was a bed and some heavy curtains on the window, and lime green wallpaper covered in huge sunflowers. Big framed photographs filled the wall opposite me, black and white pictures of naked men with long, hard penises, and women showing off their gaping slits.

And then what I saw below this gallery before me actually made me squeal out loud.

Olivia was on her knees beside the bed, with a tall naked man’s cock deep in her mouth. And underneath her, flat on her back, a younger woman – Alfreda, so I remembered – had her face buried between her thighs. She and Olivia were both totally naked as well, with a big bundle of clothes spread out all over the bed. They looked up at me as I appeared and swayed, staring back at them all, my exhausted and dull mind trying to make sense of the bizarre picture in front of me.

I wanted to turn around and run, but the sight just held me there, transfixed. I’d never seen anything like it, and suddenly I was fully awake once again, and my throat felt drier than ever before. I couldn’t have said anything even if I had thought of something to say at that moment.

Olivia stared up at me, big eyes widening, and she gently slid the dripping cock back out of her mouth. It was so long, I thought it must have been half-way down her throat.

“Phoenyx, darling. Welcome back. Care to join us?” She rubbed the cock in her hand, sliding the skin back and forth, revealing the thick glistening purple end. I stared at that. It looked strange – a bit ugly, really, yet fascinating as well.

But it was my heart which was in pain.

“Olivia, I thought I—” A tear started to push at the corner of my eye.

“What did you think, darling?” She looked confused, about as much as I felt.

I ran my hand through my hair, feeling hot sweat begin to seep out from my scalp.

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “Guess I’m new to this. Got a lot to learn.”

“There’s nothing to learn, darling,” she said, in between running her tongue up and down that pulsing shaft. “I’m bisexual and polyamorous. You can see here exactly what that means.” She lapped at the end of the man’s prick, sliding her lips all over its slippery surface as though it was a delicious ice-cream.

“I hear she likes pussy too,” Alfreda smiled as she stretched herself out on the carpet. “She was raving so much about yours earlier.”

I leant against the wall and looked up, seeing the lights above me blur and melt into a stream of orange and yellow as the tears pushed further up into my eyes.

“Darling, join us. Please. I know you’ll love it.”

Reluctantly I looked down, to see Olivia’s other hand – the one that wasn’t wrapped around the man’s cock – reach out to me. I hesitated and she frowned.

“Don’t you like boys?” she asked.

“Yes. But never been with one. Not in this way, anyway.”

“Well, there’s a very nice one right here,” she said, looking up at the man’s face with a big grin.

“Um, I’m sure. But I don’t know him,” I stammered, suddenly feeling ridiculous.

“Then I’ll introduce you. Phoenyx, this is Udo – he has nine inches of absolute heaven, which will impale you and make you squirm in ecstasy. Udo, this is my dear, dear fellow performer – Phoenyx. She gushes like Niagara Falls and she tastes like honey. A sweeter girl you’ll never meet.”

“Hi,” Udo said, sounding quite normal.

I choked back my emotion, realizing I had been a bit silly. Of course Olivia hadn’t just been holding back all this time, waiting for
me
to come along. Someone as beautiful and experienced as her must have had many partners in the past, and then I understood what Gloria and Petra had been joking about earlier.

Olivia leant back on her heels and put her hands on her hips.

“D’you want to learn, Phoenyx? All about
this
?” She touched a fingertip to the end of Udo’s cock and licked it.

I nodded dumbly. It was all a bit much, rather too soon, but I didn’t want to turn my back on something I might just enjoy.

“I guess I’ll try anything once.”

She beckoned me closer with her hand. I scuffed forwards and took it.

“Udo, darling,” Olivia went on. “Would you like me to demonstrate just how incredible this young lady is?”

“She looks incredible,” he said.

“Yes. But wait ‘til you get all the way down to her soft, chewy centre.” She turned to me. “Darling, strip for us, won’t you? That’s always a good start. Tease your man the way you would our crowds. Udo? Sit back and enjoy this, darling. Stroke your cock all you like, but don’t you dare cum. I want you to save that for something very special.”

“Yes, baby.” Udo sat back on a stool, legs wide apart and both hands wrapped around that shaft of his. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I wanted to know what it felt like, how it responded, how it tasted – what I could do with it.

“Poor girl got showered in champagne earlier,” Olivia explained as I eased my way out of my top and toyed with my bra straps. “After we dragged her naked on stage and spread her legs to expose her beautiful gingerbread pussy to the whole club.” She turned to me and ran her long delicate fingers across the crotch of my jeans. “Hmm, I could just have eaten you all up then, I can tell you. Even if it would have probably cost Bruno his license.”

“That’s just what Mel said,” I mumbled.

“Ah, well. She always did have good taste. And you taste very good indeed.”

“Champagne?” Udo repeated as I dangled my bra in front of him before draping it over his head (the one on the top of his neck).

“Yes,” Olivia went on, rubbing my tits as I wormed my jeans down over my hips. “Want to help me lick the rest of it off her?”

“I think I could lick her all over.”

Alfreda crawled between my feet on her hands and knees and looked up at me expectantly. She was very thin, and I could count all the ridges of her spine down to her ass. Yet there was a beauty in her frail appearance, like something created by a master craftsman to be admired on a shelf, not played with roughly. She raised her hands and touched my thighs, grabbing the material to pull the jeans down to my knees. I just stood there while the others looked at me, drinking in the sight.

“Oh, baby,” Alfreda breathed, “you were right. She’s a pure dazzler.”

She pushed a hand up through my pubes, tracing the curve of my mound. Olivia stood back and lit up a cigarette as Alfreda gently pressed me backwards onto the bed and liberated me completely from my jeans, leaving only my boots on. I sat on the edge while Alfreda eased herself down between my knees.

“Udo, darling,” Olivia said, “why don’t you let my dear friend get a taste of your hot rod?”

“I’d love to put it right where Freda’s tongue is,” he said, still pumping his erection with both hands.

“Now, now. Phoenyx is still a virgin to that, and I think the choice ought to be hers where and when she loses
that
. After all, it’s a big event, isn’t it?”

I chewed my knuckles as Alfreda’s hot breath and tongue teased me, invoking those beautiful memories of early that morning – or was it yesterday morning now? I looked up to see Olivia stroking her nipples as she watched me, cigarette clenched in her teeth, and the sight made me prickle inside again.

Udo stood up and approached the bed. As he crept up beside me, I looked up at him for the first time, taking my eyes off his cock.

He was pretty, I thought; quite small-featured and clean-shaven, with thick shaggy brown hair in a wild fringe. I reached out a hand and placed it on that bulbous organ which he was directing towards me and pulled, bringing him closer to me.

He looked down at me and smiled at me, and then I grabbed that cock, running my fingers along it up to his belly and back, just like I had seen Olivia doing. It seemed to work, as I felt Udo shudder and sigh, so I rubbed him stronger and faster. It started to tremble in my fingers, and I fed the end of his cock between my lips, tasting it, and finding it not as unpleasant as I had imagined. The whole thing was rough and warm, fleshy yet so amazingly rigid. It felt and tasted of the essence of
man
, I decided, and that alone was very new, very different and very exciting.