Jean’s first deep thrust triggered Tanis’s imagination. Her second her body’s immediate response. Such was the fascination she held for this stout, experienced, and beautiful Earth woman. Jean’s final thrust enough to send her body into orbit. “Ohh My God Jeannn! Coming down, her mind filled with regret at the memory of another. Whose beautiful body she had taken in a similar fantasy drama on this same bed only two days ago as prey. She whispered into the pillow. ‘Come Helen. Come with me. Come with Jean. This is for both of us.’ Tanis began to moan in ecstasy once again as Jean thrust in deeper. “Oh, my God Jeannnn! Here I come.”
It took almost two hours to please Jean before she could shower and dress for the town. She glanced down at Tanis’s exhausted body. “Christ Tanis! I can never seem to get enough of your sexy body now.”
“Nor I you Jean, While I’m weak and helpless, tell me how you met Welland Taggart?”
“His family comes from Scotland and before that...”
“Don’t tell me Jean let me guess. The Orkney Islands.”
“How on earth could you know that Tanis?”
“You will understand that one day also.”
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After Jean had left for town, Tanis lay back and gave free rein to her thoughts, her hand caressing her clit. She could feel Helen’s spirit fingers on her own. I’ve not had to make any decisions, and I’ve let Jean take the dominant role. To give in to her controlling lesbian nature for Erin, Shani’s and Helen’s sake. And in the end, mine too has encouraged a new fantasy. Even in the cellar as my prisoner, I felt dominated by Jean. She is an exceptional Earth woman, and she’ll make an excellent host for my people one day. Her thoughts strayed onto Welland Taggart. I’m looking forward to meeting him too. Her thoughts moved on to Jean’s WPC friend. I’ll have to meet her also, if only for Helen’s sake.
‘I’ll look forward to it my Tanis when we’re both making love to her.’
Tanis finished. “If that’s your wish Helen, I will make it happen.”
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CHAPTER 8
Welland Taggart
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Like his distant ancestor, Welland Taggart was a giant of a man. Tall and broad, his shoulders tapered into narrow hips. His large body spoke of his fitness and massive strength. Blue-green eyes like the sea and a boyish unkempt mop of thick golden hair framed a face. Which was handsome, rugged, and strong. His soft Scottish drawl betrayed his proud origins.
Attractive to women, although not conscious of it. He’d come to London from Glasgow where he’d run a thirties style nightclub near the Glasgow docks. In London, he’d bought into another nightclub in the Docklands area, with a silent celebrity partner. Now half owner and full manager he offered his club as a meeting place to the many trendy escorts and sex-workers who populated the top end of the market. They came from both genders and most had become his friends.
“I run a tight; but fair ship here,” Welland would tell his new staff. “So, if you have any problems, come to me first, then we’ll deal with them together as friends.”
There was always a risk of running a nightclub. Knowing the types who frequented Welland’s place, there always would be. You couldn’t expect everyone to live like a celibate monk or nun. He suspected some of his clientele, who favoured heavy disguises were from the religious community but never said anything. After all the flesh is weak and who was he to judge them.
This night was his bi-annual ‘Fetish and Fantasy’ night. Always well attended, it was by invitation only. Welland was aware his enemies might endeavour to infiltrate his ranks and have a go at him, but the risk was minimal. He always doubled the bouncers on the doors. And made it a habit of inviting his main opposition to the party as a matter of course. Most of his enemies insisted on a truce at these times anyway. Their emotional hang-ups demanded it.
Located off the East India Dock Road in White Horse Lane. The club was within easy reach of the Southern counties. It had an enviable reputation, as a good watering hole and pickup point among its more adventurous sea-going clientele. The experienced deep seamen brought a welcome atmosphere to the club. Their map of the world made up of memories spent in the arms of obsessed fantasy lovers. Landmark nightclubs, seedy brothels and not geography. So, the sailor’s stories of their amazing carnal adventures in foreign ports. Were always a welcome talking point to the less adventurous, less experienced, fantasy-ridden landlubbers. Welland knew this and encouraged them.
Welland’s father and generations of his Viking forebears had followed the call of the sea. He felt a strange affinity for it. He knew he could never hope to recreate the atmosphere and colour of the past. When the pre-war and early post-war years of the London docks were at their peak. But he could try to come close and make his land-locked customers’ lives a little more interesting, by catering to their secret dreams. Flavoured with the tales of the older seamen’s’ vibrant stories of incredible sex in foreign ports.
Along with the colourful brothels and bars, they and their fathers before them had frequented on their travels. Most of the seamen’s adventures, distant memories now. Even so, memories still etched into active minds. Back when their spunk was up, all the deep-sea sailors wanted to do was to shout at the devil and damn the consequences. Some of the beautiful people’s darker fantasies found a home in the broadminded sailors. As most of them were malleable to a suggestion from both sexes. The young sailors eager, to try anything new to them once. If well lubricated beforehand, even sexuality was open to discussion.
With canny foresight, Welland had spiced his club with huge colourful posters of ships from the past. Seaports and large leggy poster-prints of Toulouse Le Trec’s paintings spattered the walls. The latter to help prod errant memories and landlubber’s cocks and clits into arousal. The posters presence there. To transport any who looked at them into a world of exotic and erotic hopes and dreams.
As an added incentive to shy customers. Welland had placed a telephone on every numbered table connected to every other table by its number. This innovation had worked in Hamburg’s Irish Bar so why not in London’s East End. It was popular worldwide too, in the seaports where the sailors plied their trade.
At the rear of the club, Welland had partitioned off numbered cubicles, each to hold four people. In the cubicles, his customers could meet and discuss terms of business. Which were of a more intimate nature. Afterwards, leaving by the back door to pursue whatever fantasy or pleasure they had decided upon. The cubicle area, kept in low blue light, always had a bouncer on the rear door to keep undesirables away. Welland also placed secret security cameras overlooking the cubicle and toilet entrances. The genuine customers knew this as a necessary intrusion on their privacy and ignored it, by keeping their sexual activities in hand and low key. The bruised and battered drug pushers, when caught, left by the back door minus a few teeth. Whether upright or horizontal mattered little to Welland. There were never any complaints and the drugs he confiscated he always flushed down the toilets. The tapes, he destroyed at the end of the night’s business. Unless he thought they would interest the police.
Welland had named his club. ‘The Scandinavian’ in memory of his fierce Viking ancestors and their modern counterparts. Who were well known for being party animals when ashore? His mother had told him his line went back to the First Viking Earls of Orkney and beyond. His namesake, originating from Sweden. Had been a Jomburg Viking chieftain who had become the first High Chief of Orkney. The sagas of the time portraying Viking Welland as a mighty warrior. Proud of his ancestry, his hobby was to research it whenever he could find the time. His knowledge of the subject substantial.
On this particular night, Welland stood at the bar talking to one of his four extra bouncers. He glanced up towards the door to make a point and noticed two beautiful young women entering arm in arm. One. Dressed in tight black motorcycle leather trousers and a short leather jacket. With a tight black ‘V’ necked sweater tucked into her belt, looked at him and waved. Her dark hair and strik
ing eyes were familiar to him, and he recognised her as Jean McGregor, his best friend. The other woman. Dressed in an attractive twin suit with a short jacket under which she wore a silk blouse open at the throat. Was the opposite in complexion? With blue-green eyes and long golden hair that fell onto her broad shoulders in wild disarray. Her great beauty was striking. Although a stranger to him, the golden-haired woman looked familiar, even though he couldn’t place her. She extruded a rare sex appeal. Which his experience told him was irresistible to both genders.
Knowing Jean’s sexuality, Welland began to wonder. Fuck me! Her book must be full. What a beauty. She has a masculine and feminine appeal about her and an aura of quiet strength. I wonder if Jean’s having an affair or if she’s a business pickup. By the way, she’s hanging onto Jean’s arm I’d say the former. It was none of his business. Yet, the thought of two beautiful women having sex together was one of his fascinations. I’d like to be the fly on their bedroom wall. While they’re at it.
The strange woman’s familiarity puzzled him. Since he knew he’d never met her before. All the same, he couldn’t take his eyes from her stunning body. Perplexed, he thought. Well, it looks like I’m about to meet her. Jean had tightened her grip on her companion’s arm and steered her straight towards him.
“Tanis, I’d like you to meet, my other special, special best friend, Welland Taggart.” Jean came up to him, rose onto her toes and kissed him on his cheek. “I’ll swear you’re getting taller Welland. It’s good to see you again.”
Welland raised his eyebrows at Tanis’s name. “It’s good to see you too Jean.”
“Tanis Napier meet Welland Taggart.” Jean laughed. “You’ll be seeing a lot of Tanis in here from now on Welland.”
“I hope so Jean.”
Tanis’s eyes showed her disbelief. As she studied the giant in front of her with great interest, and almost for him, to the point of embarrassment, she said, “I like the look of him, Jean.” She held out her hand. When Welland took it in his giant paw, her heart skipped a beat. “Welland, what a strong Viking name?”
Welland looked at Tanis, unable to take his eyes from hers. “Yes. From the way, you’re looking at me Tanis, you either fancy me or think we have met before. I hope it’s the former?”
“You do look familiar to me Welland Taggart. Yet, we’ve never met before.”
“Damn!” He laughed. “Wrong again. She’s beautiful Jean, and I think I could fall in love with her if given half the chance. It’s nice to see you happy again.”
Jean laughed. “You can thank Tanis for that Welland. Don’t worry Tanis, Welland’s a big pussycat inside. When it comes to women, he’s putty in their hands, but I love him for it.” She kissed Welland again just to see him blush. “See what I mean.”
Tanis could not take her eyes from Welland. Standing in front of her minus the blood-stained chainmail shirt. Battle-axe and wolf skin breeches stood her Viking Welland. She could feel Freyja’s heartbeat, and Shani’s thoughts quicken within. At the shock of meeting their Welland again. All three of them had shared so much together with Viking Welland all those centuries ago in her Viking life. Incredible as it seemed. Here they were again with another Welland, who looked the mirror image of their fierce beloved Viking. In of all places, a modern nightclub. Tanis’s hand trembled in his. “Maybe we have met somewhere before Welland?”
Holding on to it, Welland said with quiet admiration. “I feel we have Tanis. I feel it in my bones. Your name sounds familiar to me, though it’s as rare a name as mine.” Tanis began to tremble. “Is there something wrong Tanis, can I get you a drink or something? You look as if you have seen a ghost.”
Tanis pulled herself together. “I have seen a ghost Welland, and nothing’s wrong.” She smiled her composure back. “I’ll have an orange juice, please. I’ve been looking forward to meeting Jean’s special, special best friend, Welland. As I’ve none of my own yet. You see I’m a stranger in town.” The same name, the same boyish looks we all loved so much. The same strength of body. I must know him better. It’s incredible his resemblance to my Viking. It’s as though my Welland’s extraordinary spirit has spanned the centuries.
Tanis sensed Freyja’s thoughts within and smiled. ‘I am intrigued to see if this descendant of our Viking Welland has a similar appetite for our bodies, Tanis. He’s as attractive as our Viking. You, Shani, and I do appear to be making an impression on him.’
Tanis focused again and caught Welland smiling at her. She said, “Please tell me what you are thinking Welland Taggart?”
“Oh! I’m sorry Tanis,” he blushed. “I’ve been rude I’m…I wouldn’t mind. Err…Holy Shit!” His self-control almost back, he laughed. “I thought…”
Before he could get the rest of his sentence out, Tanis put him at ease. “Where did you come by the name of Welland? It’s a strong Viking name, and it took me by surprise.” She followed with. “Jean tells me your ancestors came from the Orkney Islands, is she right?”
Welland nodded. “Yes, and before that, they were big bad hairy Vikings from Sweden.”
“I see Welland. The old raids of the eighth and ninth-century Vikings are one of my pet subjects.”
“We’ve something in common then Tanis.” Welland noticed when she’d finished talking, she blushed as though at a distant memory. “You interest me, Tanis. I want you and Jean to join me at my table and have a drink with me. I promise I’ll not pry into your privacy or try to pick you up. I only want to talk to you.” He grinned. “As for my thoughts. They’re the same as any red-blooded male. When he’s confronted by a woman of exceptional beauty and quiet strength. I don’t mean that as a compliment but as a fact. You’re the most captivating woman I’ve ever met Tanis. I can feel a strong bond forming between us.”
Jean laughed. “I agree with you, Welland.”
Tanis studied Welland’s face making him blush. “You like to be captured by a beautiful woman of strength then Welland?” The same honesty, the same forthrightness in his eyes. Freyja could fall with ease for this modern version of his fierce forbear, Shani also. I’ll bet he’s also a warrior in a fight as our Viking was. They are as alike as two peas in a pod. She looked around. “This seems to be the perfect night for taking prisoners, Welland?”
Welland looked thoughtful. “Yes, it does.” The strength in Tanis’s firm handshake came as no surprise to him. “I’ll bet you’d make some captor Tanis. Tonight, we have a kinky sex ball, or as I like to call it, a ‘Fantasy and Fetish Night’. It’s something I give to my customers twice a year. They always look forward to them. When they come here. They know they can relax and share their secret selves with like-minded people…”
Jean cut in. “Tanis makes a good captor or captive Welland. I can vouch for her after last night’s love-making.”
Tanis said, “Yes. When Jean’s dressed as she is, I can’t resist being her prisoner Welland. I always go without a struggle into her bedroom. Where she ties me up on her bed, then fucks me.”
Welland’s eyebrows hit the roof. Holy Shit! I was right about them, they are lovers and kinky with it?
Tanis continued, “You are perceptive about the human psyche Welland. I like that in a man or a woman.”
He countered, “I’m glad you approve Tanis. It shows you’re with the modern way of thinking, I like that in a woman with strength.”
“Or a man?”
Welland grinned. “Each to his own Tanis. I am only here to provide the venue and cater to the secret needs of all my friends.” He waved his hands around, then looked at her.
“We will see. I like your honesty, Welland Taggart. From now on, you can count me as one of your friends. One of your special, special best friends. As Jean is to you and to me.”
“I would like that Tanis Napier.” He glanced at Jean. “Two women making love has always held a strange fascination for me, Jean. I can’t say why though. I suppose some women are as fascinated with two men making love. Anyway, what you do in private is your affair.” All t
he same. I’d like to be the fly on the wall when Tanis and Jean are at it. He could feel his growing concern in his trousers. Better still. I’d like to be the fucking fly lying between them. His nightclub catered for all tastes except those, which were illegal, and Tanis didn’t fall into that category. When he had looked into her eyes. He had seen something eternal there. Even at her young age, she’s been around. With her looks, she never had to pay for sex unless she wanted something special. Holy Crap! As far as she’s concerned, I’ve acquired another fantasy. I bet she’s dynamite in bed.
With intuition, Jean responded to Welland’s thoughts. “She’s dynamite in bed Welland.”
“I’ll bet she is Jean.”
“You could always hire my body for the night Welland. I am in the game also.”
“Are you serious Tanis?”
“Jean and I are in business together, except with Jean its only women who can hire her body for sex. Me, I’m bisexual.”
After another blush, Welland ordered their drinks. He took Tanis and Jean by their arms and steered them towards his table near the bar. He sat in the seat opposite and looked at Tanis again. He couldn’t help himself. His eyes dropped onto her half-concealed breasts. Fuck me! She’s got no bra on. The large, prominent nipples of Tanis’s firm breasts, pushing hard against the soft silk of her blouse, held his undivided attention. I wonder if it’s Jean or me making them stand out like that. Knowing of Jean’s preferences, his thoughts continued. Jean must have had her hungry lips all over Tanis’s succulent nipples last night. By her earlier comment, Tanis had been her willing captive too? Holy Crap!
Welland’s clear thoughts and his natural interest in Tanis’s body brought a deep blush to his face, a hard swelling in his trousers, and a comment from the beautiful object of his desire. “I’ll give you a penny for them Welland?”
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