Ashby opened the door for the her, “Here you are Miss,” as Jacqui swept into the room, her silken skirts rustling softly in the silence. “The show will begin soon.” And with a bow he left her there alone to find a seat and wait nervously for what she was sure would be both frightening and entertaining. There were refreshments on the low table in front of her and she poured a tiny glass of wine, wondering if she was to be the only observer this night. She hoped she would be so that her embarrassment and inexperience might not be paraded before anyone she might possibly know.
Quickly, her hopes of being alone were dashed as the door opened behind her and much to her dismay it was a group of three young men, who all seemed quite confident and eager for things to begin. They settled themselves quietly, barely sparing Jacqui a glance and talking amongst themselves. “Good,” she thought, “perhaps they will let me be.”
But as she watched the stage reveal itself before her she could sense that she was being watched and she noticed all three of them were staring at her, as if waiting for something. She smiled and nodded politely at them, trying to pretend everything was all quite normal, before returning her gaze to the stage, wondering if they could see the furious blush on her face. Her benefactor had told her these were not generally mixed sex affairs and here she was alone with three strange men about to watch a show of decadence and debauchery. A frisson of fear tingled along her spine and she straightened herself in her seat, took a sip of wine, and stared straight ahead. This was supposed to be a thrilling thing, only she was so nervous.
The lights came up and there was a couple on the stage, locked in a lover’s embrace. A spotlight shone upon them and illuminated every curve and bend of their bodies, the way his strong arms cradled her and the way she clung tightly to him. Jacqui was moved by this alone and her curiosity began to remove some of her fear. As she became more absorbed in what was happening below, she did not notice that the men were moving to surround her. She watched only as the couple moved from a simple embrace to something more intimate, much more foreign to her and she gasped as she watched the salaciousness unfold on the stage. It was a short performance, one that left her strangely wanting something, but she didn’t know exactly what.
Another couple appeared; this time they were both female and that was enough to make her look away, blushing again. That’s when she noticed the young men had moved and she froze. They were entirely too close for propriety’s sake and she was going to tell them so. Before she could open her mouth she felt a hand grasping her arm firmly. “Hey, Doll, why don’t we make our own show?” Jacqui was outraged and pulled away her voice nearing a shriek, “No!” She was simply supposed to watch and learn, without being part of the show. As soon as she cried out he let her go and she withdrew into herself, focused on the stage below and ignoring them as best she could. A soft voice whispered in her ear. “Let us know if you change your mind, Doll.” Jacqui shook it off and despite her embarrassment and shame at being touched so, she realized that the feeling she was having was that of lust. Lust was sinful and she knew that only married couples did the thing she was supposed to be watching. But two women couldn’t marry so why was she seeing this? And why did it intrigue her so? The sex soaked tableau came to an end and a third group took the stage. Two men this time with a woman.
And the things they did to her! Jacqui could hardly believe her eyes and before too long she was unwittingly squirming in her seat. She could feel a dampness between her thighs that she’d never felt before and wondered what it was, what these new feelings of lust meant. Was she a wanton at heart and had never known it? Would she fall prey to her own desires? Or to the men around her? That last thought made her head spin a little and she poured herself another glass of wine, fairly gulping it down this time, hoping to calm herself.
One of the men drew her attention and she turned gasping as she saw that his…his member was out and erect and he spoke to her. “Sure you don’t wanna play? It seems from your movements you just might want a little something.” And he rubbed himself while flashing her a devilish grin. Jacqui’s eyes closed and she took deep breaths inhaling the maleness that surrounded her, plus catching a faint whiff of her own scent. She assumed if she knew then so did these strange men. Would they take her like she’d watched the woman on stage being taken? Was it wrong to want them to?
Her puzzlement was immediately noticed and the first man spoke again. “We can show you what it is really like Doll. That way you won’t go home tonight and just lie awake in bed imagining.” She glanced around at the men once more, noticing the bulges in their pants, except for the flasher that is. She was curious, she had to admit. But good girls didn’t do this sort of thing. Jacqui closed her eyes, trying to resist her baser urges but when she opened them to see a woman getting pounded mercilessly by one man while she sucked off another it was too much. She stood and looked at each of them in turn. “My name is Jacqui. Now what would you gentlemen like to show me?”
They shared smiles and moved closer, the tallest of the bunch moving behind her to undo the buttons running down her back. Quickly she was bared to her corset and stockings and she fought the urge to cover herself. She had made up her mind and she wasn’t going to back down now, not with the way the men were looking at her, as though she were something delicious to eat. And her skin turned pink as she flashed back to an earlier scene of a man with his face nestled between his partner’s thighs. Would they do that to her? Would she have pleasure at their hands?