Seduce Me (17 page)

Leading Lady
by Alex Severn

Thirty-five today. Maria could hardly dispute the calendar but inside, she knew she was really 22. She stopped checking her e-mails and her mind began to float into a whole series of what-ifs.

What if she had gone around the world when Kim had wanted her to? What if she had married Mike when she had the chance and not ended up with Neil? What if she …

“Morning, birthday girl. Let's have a look at your cards then.”

Terri was the closest colleague she had in the office, much more than a colleague, a proper friend. A couple of years younger than Maria, she attracted more interest from the men in the office than Maria, but then the short skirts and low cut blouses helped. Maria stopped herself, Terri had supported her when she needed it, and anyway she couldn't help but notice a rather flashy-looking card in her hand.

“Here it is then. Not just a card but a present as well.”

Maria tried to hide her disappointment. So there was a gift voucher or a token inside. Wonderful. Terri normally had more imagination than that and, this particular birthday, Maria really needed something expensive and pointless to cheer her up.

Smile firmly in place, she opened the card. It was filthy, no change there then but inside was an oblong shaped, scarlet coloured envelope. Funny token, she thought.

Feeling Terri's eyes on her, she slid the flap open and read the stiff card inside.

FREE ENTRY TO ONE NIGHT AT THE SCARLET CINEMA CLUB.
MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE
BE A STAR FOR A NIGHT.
STRICTLY ADULTS ONLY.

An address she vaguely knew was given at the bottom.

“Thank you, I..I've never heard of this place, what exactly …”

“Oh no, I'm not spoiling the surprise. Let's just say that I have a friend who has a friend, etc. You've always fancied amateur dramatics. Well, now you can indulge yourself. And spice up your life as well.”

With a truly filthy giggle, she was gone, leaving Maria to wonder.

Well, she had to go. A present is a present after all. She had a horrible feeling that she had been sent to a porn cinema society but Terri had more class than that. She also had lots of money and was very generous with gifts so it couldn't be a cheap night out.

Maria had to descend a short flight of stairs from the street to a scarlet painted door. The brass plate looked expensive and somehow professional. An attractive young woman let her in and showed her to what looked a reception area of a hotel. Almost immediately a middle-aged woman who looked disconcertingly like Prunella Scales arrived and asked, very politely, for her admittance details.

She went into what was clearly a well-rehearsed speech to explain what it was all about.

In essence, Maria was to choose one of three scenarios to take part in as, in effect, a leading lady. But she was only given sketchy details of the way the scene would go. Her fellow ‘actors' had the same details but it was her show, she was a kind of director and could influence the proceedings. She had one hour, after which the entertainment stopped. Costumes were provided for all.

Almost anything went but there were a couple of fixed rules. No violence, nobody gets hurt, and she could stop the show anytime she liked by the use of a single codeword which would be enclosed with the envelope of whichever scenario she decided on. Did she understand? Yes, she did.

She actually began to shiver with anticipation as ‘Prunella' handed her the three envelopes. Yes, of course they were scarlet.

The first one was a Viking drama. Maria would be a Saxon maiden in a village near the coast when the marauding hordes swept in. In her scene, she tried valiantly to fight off a particularly blond, particularly muscular, Viking, who carried her off and kept her as his plaything. Sounds promising, she thought.

The second was set in Roman times and revolved around a mini-orgy (perhaps the budget didn't stretch any further). The details seemed a little lame to Maria.

But the third one somehow struck a chord. She would be the Khadine, the Sultan's favourite wife. A new young girl had been brought to their palace and she was to help him decide if he would keep her. There was a final note:

The actor playing the sultan is 25, with the body of an athlete and of genuine Jordanian descent. Maria had always been turned on by Arabian looking men and the choice was a simple one.

She was shown to where she could change, given a costume by an uninterested looking girl, and minutes later was admiring herself in the full-length mirror provided.

Maria saw herself wearing a robe, a very tiny bra and an almost sheer pair of loose trousers with an embroidered band that tapered to a V at the front and the back. The trousers fitted very low on her hips, exposing her navel, and exposure was very much the theme of the upper half of her body. The delicate robe was little more than a couple of skimpy strips of chiffon attached to narrow satin ribbons. She actually looked more provocative than if she had been completely naked and she felt a thrill of excitement as she went through the door that had been pointed out to her.

The lights were dimmed low on her side of the room but the far end was lit by a series of spotlights and Maria saw a small podium. As she turned her head to the right, she saw her ‘sultan'. He was cross-legged on the floor and, even in the dim light, she could see he was darkly handsome, looking younger than his 25 years. He was wearing a black velvet robe from his chin to his feet, fastened at the throat by a large, crown-shaped ornament, with what must have been fake emeralds. He beckoned her to sit next to him, and, knowing she would be able to see him better, she was happy to oblige.

But before she had actually settled next to him, a figure entered the room and stood under the spotlights. Both Maria and her sultan watched as the young girl began to dance.

She must have been in her teens, with long blonde hair falling onto her shoulders. She was wearing a tan-coloured bikini that left little enough to the imagination. Her neck and wrists were liberally covered in jewellery that glinted as she swayed her body to the eastern rhythms that were now being piped through to them. Maria had read that belly-dancing was great for keeping fit and this girl could have been the teacher, given her age and the firm, well-proportioned body, any dance movements would have been easy for her.

The girl began to run her hands over her breasts and then she ran her fingers along the inside of her thighs. Maria half turned and saw the excitement and arousal in the sultan's eyes. She had to admit she was being turned on by his reactions. Or was she also aroused by the girl herself? She would never have dreamt that seeing a young woman posing and pouting in front of her would excite her, but it certainly did. Her admiration was laced with envy towards a kid who was probably young enough to be her daughter, but her emotions were running this show, not her head.

Instinctively, she reached out and allowed her left hand to stray between her male companion's legs, and her heart quickened to feel, even through the velvet of his robe, his growing hardness. He jerked his head towards her and she was rewarded with a deep smile and a flash of eyes that were almost black. She wanted to touch him properly so she moved her right hand to the hem of the robe and lifted it up towards his stomach. She was delighted, although not surprised, to find he was naked underneath and in seconds her left hand was caressing the tip of his spectacularly large penis, while her right hand was alternately squeezing him around his balls, then circling his shaft. Maria was gasping herself at how she was controlling him with her hands and was astonished and disappointed when, with a sudden, almost violent movement, he moved backwards, pushing both her hands away with his own.

Her disappointment was short-lived however, as the sultan eased her shoulders backwards and literally ripped the delicate fabric of her trousers off her body, exposing her to him completely. She heard him breathing heavily as his hand moved between her legs and he began stroking her labia. Maria had a thick bush of hair, she prayed he was turned on by that. She had already started to moisten when she had been touching him but she eagerly opened her legs wider to allow his probing fingers deeper inside her passage. She managed to manoeuvre herself back into a position from where she could resume her coaxing and stroking, but then, with an almost psychic co-ordination, they both turned to see the dancer who had now removed her bikini top, showing off her perfectly shaped, small breasts. She began to lick her fingers and massage her nipples, fixing them both with a look of intense passion and longing. With a quick movement, she turned her back on them, her hair flowing almost halfway down her spine. Maria and her fellow voyeur paused in their massaging of each other, as if they needed to fully focus on the girl. She bent her supple body forward, pushing out her bottom. The bikini bottom was virtually just a thong, tied with delicate strings; she quickly untied both sides, and pulled it off between her legs. Straightening up again, she paused briefly, as if knowing she had her audience exactly where she wanted them. Then a sudden twirl of movement and she was facing them again, naked and glistening with sweat. Maria couldn't prevent a gasp of pleasure escaping from her throat as the sultan's fingers were now massaging her clitoris, her wetness pouring out.

Maria observed that, in complete contrast to herself, the dancer had shaved her pubic hair, it excited and aroused Maria in a way she would never have thought possible. With the confidence that only the very young and the very beautiful ever have, the dancer walked towards the couple and paused, a couple of yards away, still standing. As if answering Maria's deepest wish, she began to touch herself, stroking, massaging until Maria could see her lips raised and damp. The lack of any hair seemed to make her more vulnerable, her labia resembled rosebud petals, and it was as if her most intimate parts were aflame with desire.

For a few seconds, everything froze. The sultan and the dancer half turned towards Maria and then she realised. She was the leading lady, the director. They were waiting for their instructions from her!

Maria pulled off what was left of her clothes, eased herself forward and knelt on all fours just in front of the sultan. Lowering her upper body towards the floor, she turned her head, stared straight into his eyes and inched her body even nearer to him. As she turned back, she glimpsed his powerful muscular chest, dripping with sweat, simply heightening her determination to have him deep inside her, probing her. He didn't need words to tell him what she wanted and, as he moved nearer her, she felt his rock-hard penis brush lightly against her buttocks. Then, he was inside her, driving, sliding deeper and deeper. She was so aroused that he could slide deep inside her easily. She began to gasp as he managed to pull out of her and then roughly enter her again. Only once before had a man taken her from behind, it was years ago when she was at university during a drunken and ultimately unfulfilling night. God, could this get any better?

Maria looked straight up at the dancer and realised that there was a way of making this even more fantastic. Beckoning the girl to kneel down, directly in front of her, Maria steadied herself with one hand, freeing up the other. First, she reached up to the girl's left nipple and shivered as she felt it was as hard as glass. She traced her finger all round it, bringing a moan of pleasure. She ran one finger up the thigh of the dancer and then with a quick movement felt inside her already soaking passage. Feeling the girl actually moving onto her, she brought another finger around to feel her lips, further and further inside. She felt the hard nub of her clitoris with her thumb and forefinger and she began to synchronise her plunging fingers with the driving shaft of the sultan's penis, she caught sight of the girl's face, transfixed with pleasure. A particularly savage thrust caused her to slip slightly and she had to put both hands on the floor to avoid falling over. A glance at the girl's face told her how desperate she was for this not to stop, her mouth opened to plead with her to carry on but Maria was just as keen to explore her as she was to be explored.

Maria knew she was close to the most fabulous orgasm now and began to panic. She was praying he could keep this going, the thought of him softening and shrinking inside her body too awful.

She rocked herself back onto him, still delving deeper and deeper into her female partner's lips, and then, in a moment she would never forget, she came, gloriously, waves of sheer primitive pleasure breaking over her. The dancer pushed her away weakly, signalling that she too had reached her climax.

The sultan made it a perfect trio and for a few seconds nobody moved, buried in their own fantasies.

Then, almost together, her two companions sat up and left the room by a door near the podium. Maria looked up at the clock and saw there was one minute left of her time. Self-conscious now, as if the world could see her, she gathered up what little clothes she had come in with and went to get changed into the blouse and jeans that took her back to reality.

As she went back into reception, ‘Prunella' was there, all smiles and knowing looks.

“Here you are, a tape of your evening. Didn't you notice the camera?”

Maria's face must have been easy to read because she added, “Don't worry, love, this isn't a blackmail racket. This is the only tape there is. You can destroy it when you get home. Of course, you might want to watch it with a loved one.”

Crossing the road to the multi–storey, Maria was still smiling. Well, Neil was always saying there's nothing to watch on the TV. Perhaps he might get a surprise one of these nights.

THE END

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