Black Orchid (5 page)

Maggie had dressed to impress in a black chiffon blouse and
matching skirt which swirled seductively round her calves.
Underneath the semi-transparent blouse, she wore a red,
under-wired basque which gathered up her generously proportioned
breasts and thrust them forward. She had taken the
time to paint her finger and toenails scarlet and her wide
mouth wore lipstick to match. She felt like a million dollars as
she parked outside the club.

Antony, gloriously handsome in evening dress, greeted her
in Reception.

'Lovely to see you, darling – welcome to The Black Orchid
Club.'

'At long last,' Maggie muttered acidly, but he only laughed,
slinging a casual arm around her shoulders as he led her
inside.

'Everything comes to she who waits,' he murmured against
her hair as they walked and Maggie felt a shiver travel down
her spine.

She was still mad at him, though, for making her wait so
long and her voice sounded petulant even to her as she said,
'I thought that Judd was my date for the evening?'

Antony laughed again, with genuine amusement. It seemed
that nothing could offend him and Maggie felt her bad temper
ebb away in spite of herself. As they went into the lounge, Judd
appeared at her side, as if he had been looking out for her.

'Enjoy yourself,' Antony whispered in her ear before leaving
them alone.

Maggie looked Judd up and down approvingly. Like Antony,
he was wearing a black tuxedo and pristine white shirt. His
bow-tie and cummerbund were in a matching red and blue
Liberty print and his black dress shoes gleamed dully as only
the lovingly polished can. His hair was clean and slicked back
and he smelled faintly of patchouli oil. There was no trace of
the rough, unshaven biker who had abused Tina in the Exhibition
Room on Maggie's last visit.

'Quite the chameleon, aren't we?' she said smiling as he
offered her his arm.

She ordered white wine at the bar, raising an eyebrow as
Judd bought mineral water for himself.

'I like to keep a clear head,' he explained and Maggie
laughed.

'I don't!'

She liked the way his hazel eyes crinkled at the corners when
he smiled. Feeling comfortable with him, she leaned against
the bar and looked around the room as she sipped her drink.

The lighting was turned down low and a large space had
been cleared in the centre of the floor for dancing. The raised
stage at the end had been extended so that it protruded like
a catwalk onto the dance floor. There were balloons pinned up
in bunches round the edge of the ceiling, matt black and satiny
white and the Australian flag had been hung above the stage.
The whole look reminded Maggie of a slightly decadent version
of the 1950s American high school dances she had seen in
films.

The people, however, certainly did not look as if they
belonged at any school. All the men were dressed similarly to
Judd. Maggie caught a glimpse of Alexander, striking as ever
in his tux, bending his blond head attentively to a hard-faced
brunette in the corner. All the women had dressed with a sense
of occasion and there was an air of subdued excitement as
they drank and danced and waited for the show to begin.

Maggie wasn't sure what to expect. She'd been to a male
striptease act with a group of women from her last job and it
had all seemed pretty tame. The Body Beautiful had appeared
on various chat shows on British TV to promote their act and
as far as she could tell they were simply an antipodean copy
of the more famous American Chippendales.

As the recorded music which had been playing faded away,
Judd led Maggie closer to the stage, so that they were standing
against one of the side walls. He slipped his arms loosely
around her waist from behind so that her back was against
him as he leaned against the wall. The lights went down and
a hush descended.

Glancing round her, Maggie saw that all eyes were fixed on
the darkened stage. The air was filled with anticipatory tension,
conversation had dropped to a low murmur until, finally, that
too faded away.

As if waiting for that moment of absolute silence, the stage
was suddenly flooded with light. Music with a hard, driving
beat blasted out of the sound system and, in a sudden flurry
of movement, six young men catapulted onto the stage and
began to dance.

They were all wearing close fitting jeans and crisp white
shirts, open at the neck. All were young, but not too young, in
their twenties, Maggie judged. Their movements were fast and
furious, full of energy, yet all were in perfect time with the
others.

Maggie ran her eyes over them and smiled cynically. They
looked like refugees from an Australian soap opera, all sunbleached
hair and perfect white teeth, shown to advantage by
their semi-permanent smiles. The women in the audience,
caught up by the pounding music and the spectacle of six
strong young bodies dancing with such enviable energy, were
going wild, clapping and dancing. The escorts appeared to be
keeping a low profile, melting into the background until they
were needed to fetch drinks or partner the dancing women.

Judd nuzzled the back of Maggie's neck with warm lips.

'Not your scene?'

'Oh, I don't know. Maybe after a martini or two,' she replied.

He took the hint and disappeared in the direction of the bar.
Maggie noticed Antony standing on the other side of the room.
He
seemed to be enjoying the act, though his face was impassive
as he watched. The first number came to an end and the
audience erupted into applause as five men left the stage,
leaving the sixth to perform a slow, teasing striptease to the
strains of Carly Simon's old standby: 'You're So Vain'.

As she watched, Maggie saw Alexander approach Antony
and bend to whisper something in his ear. The two made a
striking pair, standing so close together. Both blond, of similar
height and at the peak of physical fitness. She already knew
Antony's body well enough to know she liked it, and Alexander
knew her body almost as well . . . Maggie felt a jolt of desire,
in equal measure for both of them. Antony smiled as Alexander
spoke and she had the irresistible urge to go over to join
them.

She took a step in their direction just as Judd arrived back
with the drinks. Smiling her thanks, she glanced over again
toward Antony and Alexander, just in time to see them
disappearing through the door.

Alexander had Antony's trousers undone before the lift to the
private quarters had begun to move.

'Steady!' Antony laughed, his laughter turning into a groan
as his eager shaft sprang free from his boxer shorts and was
enclosed by Alexander's cool, knowing hand.

As the lift stopped on the top floor and the automatic doors
opened, Alex led Antony to the white leather sofa by it, without
saying a word. Pushing him down gently so that he was sitting
with the small of his back pressed against the soft hide cushions,
Alex knelt between his outstretched thighs and took him
into his mouth.

Antony lay back his head and closed his eyes, giving himself
up to the familiar, pleasurable sensations caused by Alexander's
clever mouth. God, he loved it when he initiated sex like
this, coming up to him when he least expected it and enticing
him away from whatever he might be doing with his dirty
words, so lovingly phrased.

He knew exactly how much pressure to apply, when to suck
and when to lick and . . . Antony groaned as he began to come,
thick, short spurts into the back of Alexander's throat. Alexander
milked him dry, swallowing every drop until he had grown
soft in his mouth. Then he withdrew his head and, looking up
at Antony through his lashes, he grinned.

'In a bit of a hurry, weren't we?'

'You little bastard,' Antony replied affectionately, his voice
hoarse, 'you know exactly how to get what you want out of
me, don't you?'

Alexander cocked his head to one side and regarded him
quizzically. 'Does this mean you're going to lean over the arm
of this sofa and let me fuck your delectable little arsehole?' he
asked lightly, in the same tone of voice anyone would have
asked for a refill of their drink.

Antony said nothing, merely standing up and dropping his
trousers and shorts to his ankles. The bulge in Alexander's trousers
was satisfaction enough as Antony wandered round to the
edge of the sofa and positioned himself over the arm, presenting
his buttocks to the beautiful youth who watched him, in an act
of supplication that had him growing hard again at the mere
thought of it.

He pressed his face into the soft, pungent leather as Alex
lubricated the tip of his member and eased it into position.
There was a brief, exquisite resistance as he pressed on, then
he was filling him, screwing him onto his hot pulsating shaft.
Gripping Alexander round the waist, he plunged in and out
steadily, pulling slowly part way out of him, then driving the
length of his hardness back in before slowly withdrawing
again.

Antony felt hot, his own penis rubbing rhythmically against
the soft leather of the sofa arm almost painfully. He felt he
could not stand much more, yet Alexander went on and on,
faster and faster until Antony's back passage burned and
throbbed.

Alexander was ruthless, ignoring Antony's increasingly
pained gasps as he neared his own climax. And when, at last,
he came, it was with a shout of triumph. Seconds later, Anthony
exploded over the sofa, allowing Alex to pull him onto the soft
pile carpet as his sperm pooled on the soft leather.

Alex's mouth was hot as it sought his and he put his arms
around him, holding him close as they kissed.

'God! I love you!' he whispered fervently.

Alexander stroked his hands soothingly down his face.

'I know,' he replied, repeating, almost sympathetically, 'I
know.'

Maggie watched as the women surged forward to shove money
down the miniscule gold posing pouch flaunted by the stripper.
She felt curiously removed from the scene, as if it didn't quite
have anything to do with her.

One thing she was sure about, though, was that after six
weeks of enforced celibacy, her close proximity to Judd's virile,
healthy body was slowly driving her wild. Since fetching her
another drink, he had resumed his position behind her and
was cradling her comfortably against the hard length of his
body. Wriggling her bottom slightly, Maggie smiled as she felt
the tell-tale tumescence in his trousers.

She could take or leave the act on stage, the real, warm, willing
man behind her was just what she needed. She was just about
to twist her head and suggest to Judd that they find somewhere
a little more private, when the youth with the gold pouch,
bulging now with booty, hobbled into the wings and the stage
was filled with swirling blue smoke.

In spite of herself, Maggie was intrigued, watching with
mounting excitement as from the smoke there emerged the
most gorgeous hunk she had ever seen. Maggie held herself
still as her eyes assimilated the vision before her.

He was very tall, well over six foot in his bare feet, and the
breadth of his shoulders was in keeping with his height. They
were strong, powerful, the muscles well defined, stopping just
short of the extremes of the serious weight lifter. Even from
where she was standing, Maggie could see the hard, carefully
developed planes of his pectorals through his waistcoat as he
flexed them and struck and held a body builder's pose, his
biceps bulging impossibly large as he bent his arms at the
elbow. He was naked from the waist up except for the button-less,
electric-blue leather waistcoat which was held together
by two leather loops.

The hush which had descended across the room as he
appeared gave way to tumultuous applause as he turned his
back on the audience and began to gyrate his hips in time to
the music. All eyes fastened on the firm, neat behind in the
electric-blue leather trousers, so tight that they clung lovingly
to every masculine curve and crevice.

Maggie felt a wave of pure lust roll over her and she unconsciously
pressed herself against Judd's accommodating body.
She couldn't take her eyes off the man on the stage. His long,
straight black hair was fastened loosely at the nape of his neck
by a strip of blue leather. Her fingers itched to untie it so that
she could see that coal black hair flowing loose over his tanned
back.

He looked over his shoulder at that moment and she held
her breath as he looked directly at her, as if feeling her hot
gaze above all the others. His profile was as strong as the rest
of him, the bones of his nose and jaw sharply defined, almost
hawk-like from this angle. As he turned slowly round and the
light caught his face fully for the first time, Maggie saw that
his cheekbones were high and prominent. With his glossy long,
black hair, they gave him an almost North American Indian
look which she had always found powerfully erotic.

For a moment, she thought she had imagined he had looked
straight at her, then he sought her out again and she was
pinned by eyes which were startling blue in his dark face. As
he began to dance, he seemed to be performing for her and
her alone and Maggie couldn't take her eyes off him.

As he moved sinuously along the catwalk towards her,
Maggie felt her legs begin to shake, her sex, already slick with
moisture, swelling uncomfortably in her tight briefs. The man
stopped at the end of the catwalk, a mere few feet away from
where she and Judd were standing, so close that she could see
the faint sheen of perspiration on his naked shoulders.

Suddenly, he dropped to one knee and, leaning forward so
that the top of his head was almost touching the ground, he
undid the thin strip of leather which bound his hair and threw
it aside. His hair cascaded around him, brushing the floor.
Maggie had never seen such black, glossy hair on a man.
Momentarily, she wondered what it would feel like spread
across her naked body . . . She gasped as the man threw back
his head and jumped up, speeding up the tempo of the dance,
making his hair fly wildly about his face and shoulders.

Maggie ground her hips against Judd in a frantic attempt
to ease the ache which was building between her legs. She
sighed and fell weakly against him as he insinuated his hand
between their two bodies and up the back of her skirt and
began to rub her rhythmically through her knickers. It wasn't
enough.

Sensing her need, Judd unfastened the ties at the sides of
her briefs and pulled them tormentingly through her legs from
front to back. He kissed her neck and massaged the rounded
globes of her buttocks, tantalising her, making her wait for the
cool touch of his fingers against her sex. Maggie moaned softly,
past caring that they were in a room full of clapping, laughing
women. The intimate, smoky blue darkness of the room was
enough to shield them from prying eyes should anyone take
their attention off the stage.

No one did, for the man performing on it had them all
enthralled. The tempo had slowed again now and, once again,
he caught Maggie's eye and held it, unsmiling, as he danced.
Maggie felt her cheeks grow warm and struggled not to react
as Judd's fingers at last played over her hot, moist nether lips.
She was sure that the man on the stage could not see what
was going on behind her back, yet she had the strangest feeling
that he knew, none the less.

With uncanny timing, he snaked out his tongue and touched
the tip slowly along the inside of his upper lip just as Judd
dipped two fingers into her hungry sex. The music soared in
her ears as she watched, mesmerised, as the dancer circled his
hips slowly before pumping them sinuously back and forth in
a blatantly sexual gesture which mimicked the movements of
Judd's thrusting fingers.

As Judd worked his forefinger over her clitoris, the dancer's
movements became more and more feverish until, suddenly,
he threw back his head and shuddered, his face screwed up in
simulated ecstasy as if he had climaxed, before stretching his
body like a sleek, satisfied cat. Maggie came at once, leaning
her entire weight against Judd as she spasmed, to stop herself
from falling.

As she came to herself again, she looked up at the man on
the stage and he smiled at her wolfishly. He knew! Maggie
didn't know whether to feel embarrassed, ashamed, or aroused
by what she had just experienced. She chose the last.

Forgetting Judd now that he had so efficiently dealt with
her first, insistent need, Maggie walked to the edge of the
stage, her eyes never leaving the man dancing on it. She leaned
against the edge of the catwalk so that her face was level with
his strong, brown feet and gazed up at him, oblivious to
everyone else. She half expected him to back away to a safe
distance, but he stood his ground as he began his slow striptease.

The bright blue eyes stared straight at Maggie as he began
to undo the loop on his waistcoat and she caught a flash of
gold as the sides momentarily flapped open. She frowned
slightly and he danced away from her, performing a perfect
back flip before dropping to his knees at the end of the
catwalk.

His bulging, leather-covered crotch was level with Maggie's
face and she pulled her eyes away with difficulty so that she
could watch him peel away the miniscule blue waistcoat. Her
eyes opened wide in surprise as she saw that both his nipples
were pierced by identical, narrow gold hoops between which
was clipped a fine gold chain. In the middle of the chain, which
glinted against his smooth brown, hair free chest, was one
larger link, connected to which was a second chain. This hung
loosely, following the mid line of his body and disappeared
into the tight leather trousers.

Maggie tore her eyes away with difficulty and found he was
looking straight at her again, as if gauging her reaction. Only
vaguely aware of the wolf whistles and clapping which
mingled with the heavy, pounding music swelling around her,
Maggie wondered what he would do if she reached forward
and tugged on the centre link of that fine gold chain . . .

He offered her hardly any resistance as she pulled him slowly
down towards her. Maggie could not take her eyes off the way
the skin of his hard brown nipples pulled and hardened under
the slight pressure. She moistened her lips with the tip of her
tongue as she imagined the sensation of encountering cold
metal against her lips in counterpoint to the warmth of one
perfect, tumescent nub.

The throb between her legs intensified as he suddenly
gripped her wrist with one hand and stopped her insistent
tugging. She looked up at him ruefully, holding her breath as
he brought his lips within inches of her own. Softly, so no one
else could have heard, he breathed,

'Later.'

Maggie had never heard such an exciting, promising word.
Later. She let him go, reluctantly and he turned to the rest of
the audience who, she now realised, had begun to grow restless.
They went wild as he grabbed at his crotch and swivelled
his hips crudely.

He knew exactly what they wanted, Maggie thought admiringly as she stood back and watched him dance. As the
crowd whipped themselves up into a good-natured frenzy, the
man dispensed with his leather trousers and posed again,
giving them time to absorb the impact of his golden, heavily
muscled body, covered only by an inadequate G-string made
of some kind of black netting.

Maggie's eyes fastened on his barely restrained penis
which was squashed into the straining G-string. The gold
chain disappeared inside it and she caught a glimpse of a
third gold ring. The heat rose within her as she realised that
the foreskin of his penis was pierced in the same way as his
nipples and that the three centres of arousal were linked by
that simple arrangement of fine gold chains.

The music surged into several ever increasing peaks as he
danced and whirled towards the back of the stage, adroitly
avoiding the hands which grasped at him all along the catwalk.
The crowd went wild as, half way down it, he dropped onto
his stomach and performed several, effortless press ups in a
blatant simulation of the copulatory act.

Maggie felt weak as she imagined herself under that firm,
thrusting body, the thick black hair falling over her face as he
drove into her. She could not have dragged her eyes away from
him even had she wanted to as he rolled and jumped lightly
to his feet, retreating to the back of the stage.

As he reached the back curtain, the blue smoke began to
gather around his feet and slowly rise. The music built to a
crescendo as, with perfect timing, he peeled the tight G-string
down his legs and his leashed cock sprang up, held in tension
by the chain which attached it to his nipples.

A collective gasp rose up from the audience as it swelled
and grew, a magnificent animal which was all too soon
concealed by the swirling blue smoke which rose up and
obscured him. By the time it had cleared, he had gone.

Maggie did not hang about to watch the energetic young
himboes who exploded onto the stage the moment the soloist's
music had died away. The image of that huge, hard cock was
indelibly printed on her memory. 'Later' would be too long – she
wanted the man in blue, and she wanted him
now
!

It was easy to find him. Along the corridor which ran behind
the stage there were three doors. Two were standing open
and a glance inside told her that their occupants were even
now strutting their stuff front of house. Costumes hung neatly
on hangers in order of wear, everyday clothes lay haphazardly
in heaps over chairs and on the floor. A large crate of beer
stood half empty and, in one room a heavy fug of stale cigarette
smoke hung in the air.

The third door was firmly closed. A hand written plaque was
hanging from the doorknob with a cartoon star and 'Electric
Blue' written in a bold, sloping hand in black ink. Maggie
hesitated for a second before turning the handle, without
knocking.

He was standing in front of a mirror, towelling his sweat
streaked face and neck with a thick, white towel. He did not
turn as she slipped through the door and locked eyes with him
in the mirror. Without a word, he slowly towelled his chest
and under his arms. Maggie could smell the heavy musk of
his body. She licked her lips nervously.

On the stage, under the spotlights, he had looked approachable,
harmless. Here, in this confined space where only the
muffled beat of the music could be heard, he seemed to fill
the room, taking over the space with his nervous energy so
that he seemed like a wild animal, a panther waiting for a
chance to spring.

While she was seeking him out, the vague notion in Maggie's
mind was that he would be easy, that she would be in charge
of their encounter. Now, though, as he slowly laid the towel
on the table and turned to face her, she knew she had been
mistaken.

Electric Blue was no sex toy. He was fully in control and
something told her he could be dangerous to know.

Maggie moved round him towards the couch. His eyes
followed her, unblinking, unsmiling, so that they both circled,
like two wary boxers before a fight, each waiting for the other
to be the first to speak. In the end it was he who broke the
tense, sexually charged tension.

'How are you paying?'

Maggie felt her mouth drop open at the unexpected question
and she quickly closed it again.

'Paying?' she frowned, unable to quite believe her ears.

Electric Blue flicked a derisive glance over her which somehow
inflamed her desire even more.

'I don't give private shows for free.'

His voice was deep, throaty and, for a few seconds, Maggie
enjoyed the sound of it, rather than hearing the words. When
they did sink in, the anger finally began to push its way
through the haze of lust which had enveloped her from the
moment she first saw him.