House of Temptations

by Yvonne Strickland

  But she was not to be forsaken, for they moved her forward a little before allowing her slowly down again. This time, however, the eager shaft sought a new playroom, for the head butted urgently and hotly against her anus, forcing its passage, lubricated abundantly by her own excitement. Josephine, kneeling as before, held the shaft steady with one hand whilst gripping Karen's thigh with the other. Karen, feeling the head move up inside, pushing towards her rectum with firm insistence, gulped and repeated hoarsely, 'Oh, Armand, Armand!'

  Within seconds, she was speared to the hilt from the rear and spread in full view of Josephine who regarded her shame and smiled. 'Ah, c'est magnifiqueV she breathed.

  The movement back and forth began once more in this hot and sensitive part of her body. But her sex, so recently the arena of attention, was not to remain an abandoned temple, for it quickly acquired a new and very active worshipper with the return of Josephine's tongue.

  With the strangely ecstatic movement inside, and the sensually electrifying attention she was receiving from the front, Karen felt the tentacles of fire spreading through her loins and limbs with even greater intensity. She was not going to let them stop again, they must not! She wouldn't let them, but it had to go on and on! She grasped Josephine's head lest she tried to back away and would have corkscrewed herself further on to Armand had he not already entered her up to the root. She wanted them both deeper inside, to become one with her singing nerves and trembling body.

  When the burning torrent surged through, she could barely catch her breath, for her cries were almost screams and burst forth again and again until they became sobs of gratification. Only a distant echo of Armand's groans reached her ears, though she had felt him quivering within her as she was taken and consumed by her own orgasm.

  i think that it was your first time like that,' said Josephine as they lay back in the water.

  Karen, her head resting against Josephine's shoulder, answered, "God, what does it matter? There's a first time for everything.'

  'You must blame it on her new bathtub,' said Armand. 'Without this, we would all behave ourselves.'

  'Oh, no, not you two,' breathed Karen, i know only too well. You wouldn't know how to behave yourselves if your lives depended on it.'

  'Ma cherie" said Josephine, affecting a look of deep concern which Karen at once believed to be genuine, if we have made you unhappy ...'

  'No,' returned Karen, 'you haven't made me unhappy. Don't think that, please. Perhaps I ought to be more prepared for these things by now.'

  'Then,' said Armand with a grin, 'we should get out of this water and arrange for our taxi. We must not be very late this evening because we have the photography tomorrow morning and must not have an overhang!'

  If Karen had anticipated bright lights and a busy atmosphere that evening then her expectations were not to be fulfilled. The Club Marat was located in an inconspicuous side street some distance from the Boulevard de Clichy. When they disembarked from the taxi, Karen and Josephine wore light coats, buttoned up to conceal what their dresses were designed to reveal. Armand wore a lightweight mid-tan suit and left his shirt collar open, for the evening was warm.

  The entrance to the club was small and unassuming. Nevertheless, once inside, having climbed the narrow staircase up to the first floor, Karen realised that this place was not intended for the casual passer-by or tourist.

  The girl who waited in the dim reception, with its starlike cluster of small, multi-coloured lights was adorned with a sleeveless, high-collared dress in gold satin lycra. It gave her slim body a snake-like appearance. Her abundant platinum blonde hair, Karen concluded, must be a wig.

  Josephine removed her coat and handed it to the girl, who ignored her naked breasts. Karen did likewise, wondering if, had Josephine not already done so, she would have been as willing to expose herself in front of a stranger in an unknown place. Through the black lace curtains she could see lights and shadowy movement, but otherwise, all was indistinct.

  'You should know,' said Armand in a low voice, close to her ear, 'that Mademoiselle Sonia has a financial interest in this club.'

  Perhaps Armand had sensed her nervousness and felt that to mention Soma's connection with the Club Marat might offer some small reassurance. It did. Josephine pushed through the curtain first, followed by Karen and Armand.

  There were some nine or ten circular tables spaced in an arc about a small stage. To the right of the stage, in a small pool of illumination, a white-suited pianist sat at his keyboard. The notes drifted easily through the warm, intimate room. The general illumination came from two sources, a scattering of multi-coloured lights hanging like jewels from the dark ceiling, and a small bronze lamp placed at the centre of each table, which cast amber light on to its little domain of black lace tablecloth and bronze cutlery. Most of the tables were occupied by two or four people but Armand gestured towards one standing empty to the left of the stage and said, 'That one can be ours.'

  They had taken but a step, when a figure approached from the direction of the small bar to their right. She was young and slim, her hair adorned with a blonde wig in the same style as that of the receptionist. There the resemblance ended. 'Monsieur Laguerre,' she said with polite familiarity, 4Comment allez-vous?'

  Karen regarded her as she turned and led them to the table. About her body she wore a harness of sequins, shimmering in all the colours of the lights. The outfit left her breasts bare but passed between her legs and concealed her sex. From the waistband downward, she was clad in fine, black net hose and had on her feet open high-heeled sandals in gold vinyl with thong fastenings about the ankles. As they seated themselves at the table, Karen saw others dressed in a similar manner and concluded that this was the house uniform.

  There was no such uniformity with the diners, except that like Karen and Josephine, the majority of the females present were bare breasted and the males more formally attired.

  Tell me about tomorrow,' asked Karen after the girl had taken their order.

  'Ah, yes, tomorrow,' replied Armand. Tomorrow we must begin early. I will call for you at seven thirty. First we begin at Montmatre, whilst the morning is still cool and before the tourists begin to arrive. You will change your things and freshen up here, for we are only a short walk away from the hill of Montmatre. Both you and Josephine will grace the little streets and become immortalised in the camera!'

  'And what about the shop?' asked Karen.

  'Oh, I have someome to take care of this whilst we are away,' answered Josephine.

  'And after Montmatre,' continued Armand, 'we go on to the Jardin du Luxembourg. Here it is pleasant and not so many people as Montmatre. And then, we can ...' Armand stopped and turned, for the pianist began to play what sounded like a fanfare and a round of applause broke out from the small audience. They looked to the deminu-tive stage as the two girls stood smiling and began to sing.

  Karen looked at them intently, even as the two waitresses in their sequinned harnesses placed the food and wine before them on the table.

  Each of the singers wore a long, sleeveless satin dress with a high collar and splits up the thigh. The shimmering jade green of their dresses, with their subtle, zig-zag patterns in muted gold, was complemented by the gold, shoulder-length gloves in stretch-vinyl and the stiletto-heeled shoes of matching colour. They sang to each other as much as to the audience. Softly, almost intimately, their voices drifted through the hushed room. Karen regarded the light brown hair, much like her own, and soft features of one, and the dark hair framing the sharper features of the other.

  "A little wine?' asked Armand, breaking into her thoughts.

  i think you know those two girls/ added Josephine. They have been to the house, yes?'

  "Er - yes, we have met,' answered Karen.

  Then maybe we will go and see Danielle and Sophie after, and you can meet-again/ said Armand.

  'No,' responded Karen. "No, I won't if you don't mind.'

  i do not mind at all,' replied Josephine.
They have never time for anyone. They think only of themselves. But Armand, I think is having a - what do you say - a fantasy about them, yes?'

  "Mon Dieu.r breathed Armand. i am insulted! How could I think of any other women in the presence of such beautiful visions as yourselves?' He looked soulfully at Karen. "Oh, I am so misunderstood.'

  'Poor Armand,' mused Karen. "Life can be difficult at times.'

  "Quite so,' agreed Josephine, eyeing him with amusement. 'I think tonight I will wear the little spurs and teach him a lesson.'

  "Never!' said Armand defiantly. "I shall escape to my own apartment until you lock them away!'

  The evening passed pleasantly, and as is the case with all evenings which progress this way, time was the enemy.

  Karen was glad that Danielle and Sophie had confined themselves to the stage and had not seen fit to mingle with the audience. 'Are those two here often?' she asked.

  'One, maybe two days each week,' replied Armand.

  'And what do they show here on other days?'

  'Well,' continued Armand, 'cabaret and, sometimes, a special show for invited guests only. Very special! Perhaps we will bring you to see this in a few days, unless you do not wish it?'

  'It is very good,' put in Josephine, 'but very naughty. You should see it.'

  'I don't mind at all,' answered Karen, looking from side to side at their attentive faces. She glanced at the stage, which was now empty, and wondered what it would be like to perform some outrageous sexual act upon it in front of all these people. She felt an odd, warm sensation pass through her.

  'Our taxi will be here in fifteen minutes,' said Armand, glancing at his watch. 'The night is still young here, but we have tomorrow to think of. It's a pity, I know.'

  They shuffled their chairs closer to Karen's and each placed an arm about her shoulder.

  'You have enjoyed our little evening?' asked Josephine.

  'Yes, of course I - I ...'

  A hand slipped coolly under each of her breasts and squeezed gently. Before she could protest, two pairs of lips descended to join them and began to suck hard upon the nipples.

  'Hey! Look!' she protested pushing at them. 'Behave you two. Not in here! Not in front of all these people!'

  But after only a few moments, the teats were reddened and hard, though Armand and Josephine desisted before they attracted anyone's attention and prepared to leave the table.

  Even after Armand had signed for the account and they waited for their coats in the small reception, Karen's arousal was still evident and she knew that the brief attention they had given her had reawakened the desires she had experienced at Josephine's apartment earlier that day. She wondered if the receptionist would notice her arousal.

  Karen almost hoped she would look and keep looking, but she did not.

  When they stepped out into the evening air, the cab stood waiting. Before getting inside, Armand had a few words with the driver and then, instead of climbing into the front seat, as he had for their journey to the club, he ushered Karen into the back, slipped in beside her and was joined at his other side by Josephine. He placed an arm about each of their shoulders and said, 'Karen has seen little of Paris by night. We will go on a little tour before we return home. It will not be much over half an hour but you will see some famous sights/

  They turned on to the brightly lit Boulevard de Clichy and drove on. Crossing the Place de Clichy, they headed along the Boulevard des Batignolles. Karen, her face turned to the window was only distracted when she felt Armand's hand twitch and heard Josephine laugh mischievously. She turned to see Josephine pressing kisses about his ear and cheek, and pushing her hand into his open jacket.

  Josephine saw Karen's amused expression and grinned. 'He is very, what do you say, cuddly. He is very cuddly this evening.'

  'Yes he is,' agreed Karen. 'Very cuddly.' She too turned her attentions to him and pressed kisses on his cheek and mouth.

  'Mon dieu/' he sighed. 'What have I done to deserve this?'

  'You don't deserve it at all,' replied Josephine. 'You are just lucky today.'

  It was whilst his lips were united hotly with Karen's that she felt his body tense and heard the metallic rattle. Glancing down, she observed Josephine's fingers busy at the front of Armand's trousers. She looked up at Josephine, whose face had taken on an expression of serious concentration as her hand continued its progress to the accompanying whirr of the zip fastener.

  'Josephine,' she hissed, 'what are you -? The driver -what about the driver?'

  kHe sees nothing/ Josephine grinned. Hearing Armand groan, Karen looked down once more. His penis was rigid and upright, freed from the confines of his clothing. It was held lightly by the smiling Josephine, whose fingers slowly but steadily worked the foreskin with unmistakable intent.

  kOh, you take advantage of me/ he sighed, i will complain about this/

  Josephine did not reply, but, despite the cramped space which all three occupied, lowered her head down to his lap and took the straining shaft into her mouth. Karen continued to kiss him but it was obvious that he was being distracted and stirred by the attention he was receiving below. She therefore manoeuvred herself down from the seat and placed herself face to face with Josephine. She was well aware of the effect the drink they had consumed over dinner was having on her behaviour. Nevertheless, she concluded that as Josephine and Armand had never hesitated to involve her physically, even on the occasion of their first meeting at the house, there was no reason why she should not play her part now. Perhaps a little initiative on her behalf, for once, would not go unappreciated.

  Josephine withdrew the glistening and quivering shaft from her mouth and smiled at Karen with a downward nod. The silent message was understood. At once, Karen leant forward and took the head into her mouth. It felt hot and tense as though it posessed a life of its own. She twirled her tongue about it as Josephine's fingers continued to work the shaft back and forth with increased vigour.

  To the sound of the engine and the feel of the vehicle, as it weaved its way through the bright lights of the city, Karen was quite oblivious. Only Josephine distracted her when a hand caressed her head, and lips touched her ear. She attempted to take more of the engorged penis into her mouth and Josephine moved her hand down to allow this, although her fingers continued their work as before. Each felt the grip of Armand's fingers upon her shoulder as Karen went about her business; she could sense the urgent straining within his loins, and knew his climax was not far away. She heard his groans, and felt the fingers tighten on her shoulder. As he tensed, Josephine removed her hand from the shaft and placed it against Karen's cheek, and Karen bore down further still on to him. Suddenly, the pelvis jerked and the organ pulsed within her mouth as he ejaculated. She accepted the repeated spurts with almost frenzied enthusiasm, treating the salty flow as a precious nectar not to be wasted at any cost.

  When the taxi arrived outside Sybaris, the street was alive with the lights of the restaurants and bars, and the bustle of people. Karen and Josephine kissed Armand as they left the vehicle, then stood and watched as it took him off into the living night. Josephine turned her key in the lock and they entered the shop, leaving behind the glitter, the intrigue, the talk and the laughter.

  Josephine did not switch on the lights. Inside was stillness. The air was heavy with sensual aromas; the atmosphere was quiet and brooding.

  The Vengeance of Pauline

  The photographic schedule proved more demanding than Karen had anticipated, though she soon found herself enjoying the experience as much as Josephine. Also, there was time enough during the day to see those parts of Paris which she had looked forward to visiting but had not had time to see during her first stay. The photographer occasionally showed signs of exasperation but Armand was always there to ensure smooth progress.

  Thursday afternoon was free. After lunch, Karen and Josephine had walked down to the Seine and crossed over the Pont Neuf to the Square du Vert-Galant at the tip of the lie de la Cite. There, they
boarded the small pleasure boat to spend the next hour in the relaxed enjoyment of a river cruise.

  With the light of the early afternoon sun blessing the water, and the splendour of Notre-Dame slipping by in stately majesty, Karen's thoughts returned for a moment to the house in Languedoc; to Sonia, to her friends. With them, with Josephine and Armand, the world was somehow a better place.

  i think soon you will love Paris,' said Josephine squeezing her hand. 'And here we have good weather. In the south I think it is not as good as this, for once.'

  it probably will be when I get back.' Karen smiled, turning the silver locket slowly in her fingers.

  'Listen to the rain against the windows,' she breathed. 'Even the birds have stopped singing.'

  She sat down close to him and two pairs of blue eyes looked into each other.

  it's so much more private, so much more personal with the grey sky outside and the blinds shut. I like it. Don't you?'

  i suppose I do in a way,' he answered quietly, it stops me from working at least.'

  'From working?' she asked, if that's all that matters to you, then you will have work to do, believe me.' 'No, no,' he answered nervously, i didn't mean -' i know what you meant, Mike,' she interrupted. No smile crossed her lips when she placed a hand on the side of his face and ran her fingers down his cheek, and under the collar of his denim shirt. They moved closer on the small couch until their lips were only a soft breath apart. Her breath, warm and perfumed, held him like a magnetic field. It induced within him currents of ardour which spread through his body and stirred about his loins. Yet such had become her authority over him that he dared not move without her consent. Even if she had been unknown to him, her appearance would have inspired caution, for the vinyl catsuit with its high collar and long sleeves made her slim, lithe body gleam like a panther. The cruel, spike-heeled boots, fitted so closely about her lower legs, glistened like lethal weapons, i think it's time we transformed you,' she breathed. 'But you may kiss me first.'