Foreign Affairs

by Jacqueline George

  Julie appeared, looking very provocative in a tight black blouse and miniskirt. Suzette slowly and tantalisingly talked her out of her clothes. Nude, her figure looked child-like and vulnerable up against Suzette until she pulled off Suzette's dress to balance things. Of course, the dress was the only thing she wore, again for convenience. Tim felt Dulcina waiting expectantly as the girls started to make love. She was sitting upright and willing them to come nearer.

  In spite of the fact that the girls must go through the same performance several times every day, they brought a professional freshness to their acting. The fact that Dulcina was waiting for them might have pushed them to give their best, and their noisy lovemaking filled the room with a deep sexual tension. Dulcina was nervous and sat rigidly as she waited for her moment and the excitement it would bring.

  At last they came to her, and Suzette reached her legs out over the edge of the stage and offered her plump and fleshy pussy for a kiss. For an instant, they stared together at the rumpled folds of pink that pouted from her full lips, then Dulcina bent forward.

  Tim told himself that no-one could possibly experience all the orgasms the girls had faked that evening, but there was something about Suzette's movements this time that seemed different. He began to believe that, for this one time, a real event was about to happen. She was quieter than she had been a few minutes earlier, and she clung to Julie as she would to a real friend. Her hips nudged up and down steadily as Dulcina buried her face in the softness of her sex. Julie stroked her cheek and encouraged her. The audience stared in silence.

  As Suzette's time approached, her movements became more urgent. Dulcina paused for a moment to lay her hands flat on either side of her pussy and stretch it open even further before plunging in again. Suzette's lips lapped her cheeks as she burrowed her tongue in as far as she could reach. Her black hair bounced as she nodded vigorously in Suzette's deep furrow.

  Suzette's movements slowed to nothing, and her grip on her friend tightened. Slowly her feet left the seat back. Like a blooming flower, her outstretched legs reached wider and wider as she forced open her core to draw Dulcina in. She hung there for a moment while a despairing cry was wrung from her, then her legs scissored back to close about Dulcina's head and trap her where she was. Spasms shuddered through her as her orgasm ebbed. The audience sat stunned, and only when Suzette's legs relaxed did they let go their breath in a collective sigh. Julie helped her back onto the stage. Until Suzette could recover, she was acting and talking alone. Dulcina nuzzled Tim's shoulder to wipe Suzette's excitement from her cheeks, mouth and nose.

  Stanislaw bridged the awkward gap by arriving a little early, and the girls were soon back on the script. Taking their time, they eased his clothes off and posed before his proud male symbol. Again they motioned to Dulcina and she jumped happily up to the stage and knelt below her target. Dulcina knew she was there to please not only her partner but the audience too, and made a show of running her fingertips up and down the shaft above her and licking it like a lollipop. Soon her head was bobbing as she sucked at him, pulling right back to display the wet and glistening mushroom to the audience. The girls ran their hands over her back and shoulders and tried to keep her bushy hair from hiding what she was doing.

  Eventually Stanislaw stepped back, and the three of them eased her round on her knees to face the audience. Stanislaw moved behind her until his sex pointed out over her shoulder. The tableau of one clothed girl kneeling in the centre of the trio of nude bodies spoke to the audience.

  First the girls unbuttoned the cuffs of her blouse and then slowly worked down the buttons at the front until they could push it from her shoulders and drop it behind her. Dulcina knelt with her arms about their shoulders and a saintly expression on her face. The two heads, blonde and brown, stopped to kiss her breasts. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back on the man behind.

  They stood her up, and her skirt dropped to the floor. The girls led her first to one side of the stage and then the other, caressing her and showing her off. They did not hesitate to draw everyone's attention to her lack of panties, saying that now they knew for sure that Chilean girls were very hot and sexy.

  Tim was getting desperately excited by their treatment of his lover, and he felt tension mounting in the audience all around him. Julie took Dulcina to one side and Suzette came for him. In a daze, he mounted the stage. In no time, Suzette had his shirt off and knelt to pull down his trousers. She gave him a quick warning look as she reached for him, telling him to do no more than play a part, then took his rigid sex in her hands. He felt irrationally proud at her admiring comments as she displayed him to the audience. Being naked and erect in front of a room full of strangers did not trouble him at all. The atmosphere was too sultry for embarrassment. He allowed himself to be led to the centre of the stage and knelt beside Suzette.

  Julie lay on her back in front of them, gesturing for Dulcina to kneel at her head. Dulcina bent to kiss her, but Julie allowed no more than a touch on the cheek before guiding Dulcina's mouth to her breast. She suckled one of the breasts hanging above her in return.

  Tim felt uncertain as to what he should be doing. His cock was at full stretch and hungry, and Suzette's warm shoulder was brushing against his. He reached out a tentative hand to touch her thigh, but won no more than another icy look from her. It made sense, he supposed. The professionals would not risk making love with amateurs. Eventually a mistake would put them out of business for a while. He put his arm around her waist instead, and she tolerated that.

  In front of them, Julie writhed as Dulcina sucked at her breasts. Dulcina’s hand crept out over the flat stomach in front of her towards Julie's soft, open sex. Suzette clapped her hands happily and called for everyone to watch what was happening. Still sucking and nibbling the small breast below her, Dulcina threaded her way through Julie’s blonde floss and into the groove below. The audience watched intently as with two fingers she ran down Julie's lips and spread her sex wide open. It glistened in the stage lights. With a flutter of fingers, Dulcina changed to Julie's inner lips. With all four fingers, she was pressing the delicate leaves open. Her mouth full, Julie gave a smothered groan and tilted her hips up to welcome Dulcina.

  Tim was surprised at his girlfriend's artistry. Her mouth was still tormenting Julie's breasts, turn by turn. Below, her hand was keeping Julie's sex spread wide open for all to look into, and her middle finger circled slowly at her entrance. Fascinated, they watched as the finger arched and its tip crept up through the wetness to the hidden button above. Recognising his moment, Stanislaw came to them. He moved between Julie's thighs and slid just his plum into her. Julie was heaving up and down against him but he made no attempt to enter further. The finger at her centre rubbed deliberately on.

  Suzette started to push Tim away, pointing to Dulcina's upraised hips. When he hesitated, she took hold of his cock and drew him over to his place. She steered him home, and Dulcina welcomed him.

  It was a strange situation for him. Clasped inside his girlfriend, her bottom butting fiercely against him, he looked over her back at Stanislaw. He was deeply engaged, looking down intently at the two girls below. Suzette knelt beside Tim, urging him and holding him close, now that his dangerous male part was safely buried. He turned to her, seeking her mouth and she came to him openly. He took a hand from Dulcina's hip and reached for her. Now she wanted him, spreading her thighs wide and offering her sex to his hand. Ignoring everybody else, she buried her face in his shoulder and pressed his hand into her. She was rocking her hips and asking him to give her some of the pleasure the others were taking. This was the last show of the evening, and it was quite clear that no one would fake their pleasure this time.

  Strangest of all, in the haze on the other side of the footlights, Tim could just make out the watchers, mostly men, all intent on what he was doing and waiting for him to reach his zenith. Then Stanislaw looked up, gave him a wolfish grin and started to move vigorously inside Julie. Dulcina, the firebr
and, started them all off. Dropping the breast she had been sucking, she raised her head and howled in ecstatic agony. Julie's arms came up around her as she, too, fell to the same delight. She pulled Dulcina down on top of her.

  Stanislaw did something Tim had not expected. For the interest of the audience rather than his own pleasure, he disengaged himself at his very last minute. His wet sex slid up through the blonde hair and stood still for an instant. It expanded impossibly and spat its tribute across Julie's stomach and into Dulcina's frizzy hair.

  Surprised by his actions, Tim scarcely had time to do the same. His shaft was lodged between the cheeks of Dulcina's bottom and pointing to the ceiling. He fountained upwards, and the white droplets spattered onto her back and rolled down towards her shoulders.

  Someone must have been following the performance closely, for the lights cut at precisely the right moment and left them in the dark. Suzette drew Tim away and led him backstage, trailing his clothes. In the half-light behind the curtains, he found himself shaking hands with his fellow performers and congratulating them on their professionalism. Stanislaw gripped his shoulder. “Come and wash, then we go for coffee, OK?” Tim looked around for Dulcina. She was trying to hold a conversation with the girls. “Yes, why not?” He let Stanislaw show him the dressing room.

  As they left the theatre by the front door, the ticket seller was closing up. When he saw Tim and Dulcina, he rushed to thank and congratulate them. He held out two tickets – free tickets to return another day. Dulcina clung to his arm as he tucked them into his wallet.

  * * * *

  The cinema audience greeted the end of the recording with cheers and scattered applause. They behaved as if they were attending an international song contest rather than a serious hearing. Valerie called a recess, and Priscilla found herself staring at Trehearne. He was bent over a small notebook, concentrating on writing something.

  Priscilla found it hard to imagine he could have taken part in the charade of lovemaking that they had just listened to. She tried to picture him on stage in Paris, probably a stage not much different from this one, kneeling, without clothes on, and plugged into the wriggling hips of Dulcina. How was it? The actress lying on her back with Stanislaw kneeling between her open thighs. Dulcina on all fours over her, offering her breast to the hungry mouth below and reaching a hand down to the woman's sex. And Trehearne behind her, deep inside. Priscilla suddenly found her mind painting the picture with erotic highlights. It must have been quite a sight.

  “Excuse me,” said Trehearne. “I'm very sorry about this.”

  She jumped back from her daydream to find the subject of it standing beside her, offering a small piece of paper. She flushed with embarrassment at her private thoughts as he passed it over and left the stage. She opened it.

  Dear Priscilla,

  I have an apology to make. As you know, I was keen to provoke a confrontation with the Authority over my book. It seemed a good way to induce a social change and make Britain a happier place. To do this, it was essential that the book be brought to their attention in an eye-catching way.

  I did not know you then, although I had heard of you. Your reputation as the most successful Investigator in the Authority made you the person I wanted to attack my book. So I telephoned you under another name—Tatty—and led you into this hearing.

  In theory, I don't regret doing it. I feel the hearing against Foreign Affairs 1 is a good thing for society, and that constructive changes will come from it. I do regret that you as a person were involved. I'm sure you will feel you have been manipulated and used. I can only say how sorry I am.

  Yours,

  John

  She was stunned and read the note again without moving. The bastard! He's damn right I feel used. Priscilla felt herself redden right up to the tip of her ears. How could she have fallen for such a trick? All the information she needed had been served up to her at the beginning of the case, and she never thought to ask why she had been so fortunate. He had duped her into taking this case and turning it into the big media event it had become? Come to think of it, it was Tatty who first suggested inviting the television cameras to the hearing. If she looked carefully, she would probably find Trehearne's hand behind the moving of the hearing into the cinema.

  The Board had begun to file back. She had only moments to review her strategy. What had changed? Would Trehearne go public about Tatty? What would he gain if he did? In fact, nothing had changed. Foreign Affairs 1 was still a book that should be destroyed. And she was still the only person who could bring about that destruction.

  Trehearne came back to his chair. He looked over at her, but she froze him off. Her best tactic remained to strip him bare and show the audience and the television cameras the dangerous pervert under that respectable exterior. The only thing she had really lost was her sympathy for him. Now the gloves were really off.

  “Chairperson, we have listened to a story that maps out the road down which Pied Piper Trehearne would lead us. He has shown us a trio of people who are basically prostitutes. They earn their living by having sex in public.”

  She was drowned out by a wave of applause and a monstrous female voice that boomed out, “Nice work if you can get it!” and brought the house down.

  She waited for the commotion to die down and bit her lip as she frantically sought a new tack. “Members of the Board, if this man has his way, we will be forced to accommodate such sights in Britain. Can you imagine live sex shows in the High Streets of our county towns? Can you imagine hurrying your children past the doorways with their tawdry photographs, trying to avoid their questions about the filthiness that goes on inside?

  “That is the danger that Trehearne and his book represent. Look at him - the smooth businessman in his expensive clothes. Now try and imagine him as he really was in this last story. Naked, on his knees behind a Latin American nymphomaniac, servicing her while she looked for sexual satisfaction from three foreign prostitutes!”

  There was a wave of applause and ironic cheering. Whistles and shouts of encouragement. “Go for it, Priscilla!”

  “How was it, John?”

  “Show us how it went!”

  It was no good. The audience just refused to see how dangerous Trehearne could be.

  She tried one last time. “The Members of the Board would never visit a show such as the one we just heard about,” she declared, although she saw an expression on Susan's face that suggested she would now be quite happy to try. “How many people out there watching these proceedings on their televisions would dream of visiting a place that showed people having sex in public?” The roar from the audience was unanimously in approval. She sat down, trembling in frustration.

  As the noise died away, Trehearne stood up. “Madam Chairperson, the Investigator has touched on a serious point, although she has not developed her thoughts. To what extent should other people's attitudes toward sexuality be allowed to impinge on an individual? The ideal answer, of course, is not at all. In a previous story, two people made love on a beach. They were quiet, discreet, and anyone who noticed what was happening could have easily avoided them. The Club Lola is quite different. If we had such places in Britain, our town councils would be faced with great difficulties in siting them where they would not cause offence.

  “I am deeply concerned that an individual's sexual freedom does not intrude where it is not wanted. But I am similarly concerned that the Investigator's dark and Victorian attitudes to sexuality should not be imposed on the rest of us.” He sat down with a light scattering of applause.

  Priscilla took her lunch alone in her office. She was suffering from a feeling of loneliness, of being cut off and deserted. Increasingly, she felt the burden of this case on her shoulders alone. Of the Board members, only Valerie had firm and sound opinions. The Major was strong-willed, but so eccentric that she could not be counted on. Priscilla used to think of Susan as weak, but now it seemed as if she would be a supporting voice for the publication of the book. Even V
alerie was being so pressured by public opinion that Priscilla doubted her.

  And Trehearne had been so clever at playing the media. Priscilla would have to stand up and fight, or this case would be lost. She reached for the phone book and started searching.

  The response from the BBC was surprising. She could not have put the phone down more than fifteen minutes ago, and already the first members of the team had arrived. People were running around her office, tidying like demons. Her desk was out in the corridor, and they had moved her chair in front of the bookcase. The law books behind her would add authority. A dispassionate girl was touching up her make-up from a compact that she carried in her handbag but clearly did not use herself. Lights and reflectors were being rigged up. The interviewer was the last person to arrive.

  Priscilla took an instant dislike to the man. He looked too self-centred, too demanding, too fleshy. He treated her with disdain, another mark to be transferred to film. Still, he was one of the best of his profession, and Priscilla made no protest. She would be using him, she told herself.

  The interviewer positioned himself where he would be in three-quarters profile for one camera and had the other looking over his shoulder at Priscilla.

  “Right, people,” he commanded. “We don't have long. Let's get things going straight away. We'll get Priscilla's part done first and go on to the intro and comments after she's left. OK? Good. Priscilla, we'll have a couple of stupid questions first just to get the sound levels right and get you talking, then I'll go straight to the first question. Just act naturally, and we'll be fine.”