"This will be fine," the man said, choosing a large sofa adjacent to the open ring.
"As you wish, Count," said the other man. "Would you care for a drink?"
"Yes, a Scotch… light, with one cube and a twist, please."
Behind a curtain that separated the main room from the hall leading to the bedroom/dressing room, Daphne studied the man. He was about fifty, with a mane of black hair lightly streaked with gray. His face was dark and heavily lined by the sun and wind. Along one side of his face a long, not unattractive scar ran from somewhere in his grayish sideburn to the corner of his mouth.
Claire joined her.
"What the hell is this?" Daphne said. "Where is everybody?"
"He's it," Claire replied.
"One guy?"
"I guess so. Hank said he's some rich Count. He bought out the whole show tonight. Paid cash by messenger this afternoon."
"I don't get it," Daphne said. "The whole purpose of us is to loosen up the guests so they won't feel inhibited and start stripping down and fucking each other. Who's he gonna fuck?"
"I don't know," Claire said. "Maybe we'll have to take the show a little farther ourselves tonight. There's the lights and music. Let's go!"
Suddenly the room was eclipsed by darkness. Weird, electronic music with a driving, insistent beat echoed from speakers in every corner. Then a greenish glow flushed the center of the room. An image slowly became illuminated in the glow. A feeling of ritual seemed to seep from the very walls.
Then Claire appeared in the light's beam. A tight-fitting, low-cut green gown encased her huge body like a second skin. It was slit up the sides of her legs to the hips, and barely covered her large nipples that stood erect at the ends of her huge tits.
Daphne, her long hair encasing her head like a halo, sat cross-legged on the floor, facing her partner. She was dressed in a black jumpsuit that was also like a second skin, revealing every luscious curve of her delectable, mature body.
There was something erotic, almost lewd, carefully perverted, and fantastically stimulating about the way the two women were dressed and bathed in the eerie light.
Claire began slowly, languidly, moving her lithe graceful body to the music that by now totally pervaded the room.
She was catlike, her voluptuous figure svelte, flowing as she danced. Her hands played with her figure, first caressing her tits, cupping them, squeezing them until the nipples grew and hardened, straining to break through the filmy material that encased them. Then her hands pressured downward to her waist, teasing, fleeting, and farther down… to her crotch and then stroking her cunt-mound as her hips ground back and forth in the suggestion of fucking. Her massaging fingers worked her silken dress up and up, to reveal more and more of her beautiful, finely muscled legs and thighs.
Daphne sat like a beautiful statue, staring at the area of Claire's crotch. Her tongue flicked around her lips in anticipation.
Then the redhead's actions grew more demanding, her fingers more frantic. Her face contorted with obvious desire. Her dress was now hiked over her hips and the full beauty of her legs and thighs was now revealed.
Only the thin, wispy material of her panties covered the dark hair of her cunt-mound. She moved closer and closer to Daphne and pushed her twitching pussy to within an inch of the girl's face.
Suddenly, Claire flung the dress from her body. Her huge tits swayed beneath a gauzy layer of multicolored veils. Her movements became, more pronounced, her pelvis working faster and faster in the fucking motion.
After what seemed a convulsion of orgasm, she turned her ass to Daphne's face and bent double. The blonde buried her face between Claire's thighs and began licking frantically at the soggy crotchband that covered the russet pussy.
Claire moaned in ecstasy as she pushed her creamy ass more firmly against Daphne's face. Straining upward suddenly, her body inflamed with lust, she screeched and fell to the floor.
Daphne was on her in a second as the tempo of the music quickened and became even more insistent. Daphne began with the woman's toes, then the soles of her feet, her calves, her thighs, biting, licking, scratching.
Claire writhed in erotic pleasure as the other girl's satin-covered ass flowed over her face. Daphne had the panties that covered Claire's cunt-mound in her teeth. Violently, she worked the material until it shredded, leaving the russet pussy exposed. Her tongue explored up and down the soft inner thighs, slowly, then more quickly, searching for its cuntal target.
Claire's eyes dilated as Daphne's teeth reached her gauze-covered tits. The voluptuous globes were soon exposed as Daphne's teeth made short work of the flimsy veils.
Claire was now completely nude and her body stood out in glistening splendor, lightly gleaming with a film of lusting perspiration. She started tearing wildly at the satin that covered the blonde's beautiful body. It seemed only an instant before Daphne emerged, totally nude, from the black material.
Her body was magnificent. Her tits rode high and with her wanton ways, the nipples had protruded to their utmost and quivered with her every movement. The stomach was firm, flat, and jumped up and down with the labored breathing, pronouncing her pelvic region, which was devoid of any pussy hair.
It strained upward and out, displaying a dripping, rose-inflamed cunt that glistened with the sweat and juice of womanhood. Her legs, like a dancer's, were long and firm, proportioned and well-muscled.
The music was demanding now; it filled the senses as both girls strained towards each other and with demanding mouths started to caress each other. Daphne had gathered one of Claire's tits in her mouth and was slobbering, kissing, tonguing, nipping the bud as Claire retaliated with her mouthing of Daphne's stomach, and navel. Her hand skirted down to the heated pussy to fondle and finger-probe that inflamed cavern that twitched and spasmed with each deft maneuver. Each new probing brought shallow gasps and moans from Daphne's tit-filled mouth and her tonguing became more frantic. Her small sharp teeth came into play, nipping Claire's tit until specks of blood began to appear at the ends of her nipple.
That frenzied attack then moved to the other nipple and the tongue and teeth again brutalized the rosy tip. Their movements became more frantic as the constant caressings of each drove them to greater heights of ecstasy, and their bodies responded to the probing with thrashings, sighs, moans, shrieks, and more insistence.
Abandoning her attack on Daphne's magnificent nipples, Claire directed her attack to the beautiful clean-shaven cunt, which was yawning in heat to be devoured by Claire's searing lips and tongue.
As Claire's tongue parted the blonde's cunt-lips, Daphne's legs gave a convulsed shudder and wrapped tightly around the redhead's face. With her own cunt dripping in ecstasy, Daphne buried her face in the russet snatch between Claire's legs. She tore at Claire's ass with her nails, leaving bloody welts.
Suddenly, both their clits were throbbing with climax.
"Slower, softer, hold me tighter, tighter! Let's make it together! Oh, it feels so delicious, so great, make it last! Oh, hon, make it gooood!" wailed Daphne as her own probing tongue left its effect on Claire's soggy pussy.
Claire, in the throes of ecstatic abandon, was also thrashing wantonly about, now gripping and tearing at Daphne's firm ass and thighs as her tongue took on the motions of Daphne's frantic pleas. "Oh, baby, tell me! Tell me! I'm going to come… make… it… nooow! Now!" moaned Claire as both the voluptuous, seductive bodies strove upward and convulsed in body-slamming climaxes.
The music stopped abruptly at their moment of climax, but Claire was far from finished. She looked up from between Daphne's legs. Their lone audience member was nodding and smiling broadly. He had both his hands on one of the most beautiful and exciting cocks Claire had ever seen. From the look on his face, he was also more than willing to share it.