Admission Price Ch 6 & 7

Chapter Six

It was when she got back from work on Monday that Zara found another cream-coloured envelope lying on her mat. She picked it up eagerly, fingers shaking a little as they ripped into the paper and extracted another note along with a ticket. Zara felt her clit throb with excitement as she turned the note over and read, "Come wearing the little present you will receive tomorrow and no underwear. Face forwards and do not turn round until you are told to do so! Sir x."

Again it was beautifully inscribed and she found herself admiring the looped whorls of the handwriting even as her mind wondered what present would arrive for her tomorrow. Would there be another parcel waiting with her neighbour or would the present be small enough to fit through her letterbox?

Zara turned over the ticket and smiled. It was for a performance of the musical, Mamma Mia, at the local theatre on Wednesday night. Then she frowned. How did this mysterious man know that she loved Abba? He seemed to know everything about her, including her address, while she knew absolutely nothing about him. Where was he getting his information? If she could work out that then she might be able to discover who it was. It couldn't be anyone at work as there were only a couple of men working in the office and they were much older, well over forty! Besides they were both married with kids and surely didn't have the time to run about chasing after her in such strange but arousing ways! Was Tricia telling someone all about her? Puzzled, Zara took the note and ticket upstairs and placed them carefully in her bedside drawer, nestling them into the chain and its clamps and alongside the previous notes.

"A parcel for you, Zara," stated Eve the next day in work as Zara strolled in from her lunchtime walk down to her favourite bookshop. She had spent a long time browsing the shelves but, unusually, had bought nothing from the vast array of romantic fiction on display. She had looked at the more erotic section tucked away on one high shelf but her courage had deserted her and so she had emerged empty-handed for once.

"Right, thanks," replied Zara, taking the small box from her secretary's hand and tearing off the parcel tape which held the cardboard flaps down. She opened the box, stared down at the object inside for a few moments and then blushed scarlet, somehow finding the presence of mind to walk away from Eve's desk and head into her own office as she hoped that the secretary had not managed to see what was lurking inside the plain box. Would the girl recognise it if she had? Zara frowned and decided that she wouldn't. After all, it had taken her a few moments to realise what was inside and surely Eve was young and innocent?

Tucking the item away in her handbag, Zara tried to concentrate on the pile of paperwork on her desk yet every few seconds her eyes glanced down to her bag and she thought about the shiny item inside and her heart skipped a beat. Would she really be brave enough to wear it and with no underwear as well? It was what her mystery man wanted and she knew that she wanted to please him by being obedient to his wishes. Simply following his requests made her feel aroused and excited beyond measure and fear flooded through her at the thought of being disobedient and potentially losing contact with him. Her previously mundane existence had been replaced by the excitement of receiving his little notes and then meeting him and now she could not imagine being without him.

When she got home on Tuesday, Zara immediately took the object out of her handbag and studied it carefully. It was quite heavy, constructed of a shiny metallic chrome and the jewelled glass at the end reflected the light back attractively. What was it going to look like when she wore it? What was it going to feel like? She shivered in anticipation and apprehension as she had no experience of anything similar. How dull my life has been, she thought with a wry grin as she fondled the shiny ornament before setting it down on her bedside table and going downstairs to cook something for dinner.

The theatre was busy; packed to the rafters with people as Zara walked gingerly inside, all too conscious of the anal plug which she had inserted into her tiny rosette half an hour earlier. She had sighed and moaned with surprise as the bulbous metal end had slithered into her bottom hole, stretching her anal walls wide before they had closed tightly around the alien intruder. When she had walked down her stairs, she had thought that the plug was going to fall out and so she had tightened her buttocks, squeezing and clenching hard until her muscles had ached. Driving had also been an education as the plug had shifted every time she had gone round a corner or over a speed bump and she had found herself growing more and more aroused; so much so that it was a relief to pull into the car park before she disgraced herself by coming. Was that a road traffic offence? she wondered idly as she drove into a space. She certainly would not have been paying due care and attention if she had been orgasming while driving!

Still clenching her bottom cheeks, Zara walked through the double door and pulled out her ticket. It was only then that she noticed that the ticket wasn't for an ordinary seat in the stalls or circle but for a box. Her heart jumped at the thought of being alone in a box with her mystery man. Would she get the chance to see who it was this time? After all, he had not told her to wear the sunglasses so she would be able to look at him...if he told her that she could turn round, she remembered, recalling the text of the note. Scanning the signs on the walls, Zara found the stairway that led up to the boxes and ascended it carefully, grateful that there were so many people around as she could easily hide in the crowd. Nobody would give her a second glance or think that she was walking in a strange manner because they were all too busy chattering excitedly about the performance to come.

"Good evening, madam," stated a diminutive usherette standing in the corridor that led to the boxes. "May I just check your ticket?"

Zara held out the scrap of paper and the woman scrutinised it carefully then remarked, "That's the last box, madam. Right up to the end of the corridor and then turn left."

"Thank you," replied Zara, taking the ticket back and walking along, heart racing more quickly as she got closer to another meeting with her secret lover. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, admiring the view out over the stage from the high perch. Slipping off her bolero jacket, Zara sat down in one of the front seats and waited, trying to be patient as the minutes ticked slowly by.

After about a quarter of an hour, the house lights dimmed after a few announcements over the tannoy and the stage lights came up, illuminating the set. Zara had seen the film several times but she had always wanted to see the musical as there was something about live performances that took her breath away...if they were good! Almost forgetting about her assignation, she stared out over the waist-high wall at the front of the box and marvelled as the performers scurried on and launched themselves straight into the first singing number. A tumultuous round of applause greeted the end of the song and it was only as Zara stopped clapping that she realised from the soft waft of breath on her neck that someone was now sitting behind her.

"Good evening, Zara," her mystery man murmured. "Stay facing the front and enjoying the show."

"Yes, sir," responded Zara, tensing up as she felt his lips nuzzle against the soft hairs on the nape of her neck. She stared out at the stage, mind wondering if anyone else in the theatre was experiencing the same kind of thrill as she was as his hands reached round and cupped her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh gently through her blouse. Minutes passed as he explored her firm contours, making her nipples push proudly against the silk top while her pulse vibrated quicker and quicker.

"Lean on the edge of the box and lift your skirt up, Zara, so I can see that pretty little jewel that you should be wearing," the voice ordered and Zara stood immediately, leaning over and staring down onto the stage, eyes seeing nothing though as she exposed her body to his gaze by reaching back and slowly pulling up the hem of her skirt.

She jumped nervously as fingers slid up her thighs, teasing the soft flesh for a few moments before his hands gripped her bottom cheeks and pulled them apart. Zara blushed to the roots of her dark hair, knowing that he was looking at the jewelled plug inside her bottom hole. She knew exactly what he could see as she had looked before she had left the house, bending over in front of her mirror and staring between her spread thighs. Her plump labial lips had been on view along with the shining glass eye of the butt plug winking lewdly up at her and the idea that he was staring at that now made her pussy gush with moisture abruptly. She squealed softly as his fingers touched the end of the anal plug, teasing her with new sensations as he rotated it gently in her tight bottom. It was such a strange feeling; oddly erotic despite the weirdness as it moved inside her and she could not stop her juices flowing out of her pussy and staining the inside of her thighs with shimmering trails of wetness.

Zara sighed and moaned with pleasure as one hand slipped between her parted thighs and found her soaking slit, cupping the pink folds on his palm while he continued to play with the anal toy. Heat built in her senses, rising up from the juncture of her thighs and into her mind as the seconds slipped by. One part of her was vaguely aware of what was going on below her on the stage yet most was focused on the insidiously delicious feelings that were racing through her body and her incipient need to come. She tried to fight the desire off but it was hopeless as his fingers played with her bottom and the anal toy while his hand rubbed gently along her wetness, sending frissons of pleasure into her flesh. His palm moved away and she sighed in disappointment then groaned with pleasure as three fingers slipped up inside her soaking quim and started to slither in and out, squelching softly in the warm wetness of her tight pussy. Her moans deepened and grew louder as ripples of delight seethed through her skin and up into her mind. Her hands shook as they gripped the front of the theatre box and then she exploded into a climax as he pulled the anal toy out sharply until the widest part stretched her bottom hole once again. As she cried out, he drove it back in and spurts of love dew shot out of her pussy and dribbled down her bare legs. More followed as he did the same again and then her legs were weakening and she found herself slowly collapsing down onto the carpeted floor of the box as more and more ripples of ecstasy rumbled through her soul.

Chapter Seven

The arrival of the interval shortly afterwards gave Zara a chance to recuperate from the incredible feelings of passion that had rushed through her body and mind. Strong hands had lifted her back onto her seat whilst his voice had commanded her to stay looking straight ahead. A breath of air wafted across the back of her neck and she heard the door to the box close and disappointment raced into her. How could he leave her after taking her to such rapturous heights? Didn't he want her to do the same for him? She wriggled on her plush seat, wondering what his cock would feel like inside her hot pussy. She wanted him there so much now and just the thought sent little tremors of delight through her skin.

Another gust of fresh air and she felt him slipping into the seat behind and suddenly a glass of white wine was placed in her hand. She smiled, relief washing through her as she realised that he had just gone to get her a drink. A sweet white too; her favourite and once again she found herself wondering how he knew such things. Or had it been a lucky guess? She sipped delicately at the drink, nerves still jangling with excitement and pleasure as she waited to see the second half of the musical.

"You have a choice to make, Zara," the man murmured. "You can either allow me to use your mouth, your pussy or your bottom during the second half of the show."

"Pardon?" hissed Zara, shock freezing her in place and making her eyes widen.

"You heard me, Zara. You have until the show starts again to decide."

"But what do you want to do, sir?" she asked, desperately hoping that he would choose and therefore absolve her of any responsibility.

"Choose or I will leave!" he stated and Zara swigged back some wine as she thought about what she would like to happen to her.

If she used her mouth then perhaps she would get to see who it was? Though maybe he would make her close her eyes? She really wanted him in her pussy, filling her up and then making her come again but was that too boring for him? Did he want to slide his cock up into her anus? Is that why he had made her wear the butt plug? She frowned, tiny lines wrinkling into existence at the corner of her eyes for a moment as she thought about allowing him to use her there. Nobody ever had before. A previous boyfriend had suggested it and she had rejected the idea instantly, calling him a pervert. That had been a relationship that hadn't gone any further! The idea made her shiver with fear and yet there was also a degree of intrigue lurking in her mind too. She drank some more wine, feeling the warmth slither down her throat and then suddenly the answer came to her and she blurted out, "All three, sir!"

A low laugh echoed through the box and then he remarked, "I am not sure whether that is a choice or desperation because you just couldn't make your mind up, Zara. I will accept it as a brave choice however! Close your eyes, turn round and kneel down for me then!"

Shame and desire vying for supremacy, Zara placed her nearly empty glass on the floor and knelt, closing her eyes obediently as she turned round. Zara heard him move and then felt his legs brush against her as he positioned himself in her seat. She listened to the familiar sound of a zipper being lowered swiftly and the sound made her pulse race. What would he taste like? How big would he be? She licked her lips nervously and then smelt him as he pulled her head forward. The rich aroma of an aroused and ready male seeped into her being as he told her to open her mouth wide. Liquid poured into her mouth and she recoiled slightly, startled for a moment before realising that it was wine.

"Hold that in your mouth, Zara," he whispered and then his hands tugged her forward once more and she felt the silken glans of his cock brush against her parted lips. He pushed in deeply and smoothly, gliding his hard flesh across her soft lips and she groaned with pleasure at being filled. It felt good to be kneeling for him, accepting his thickness into her mouth and pleasing him. Desire burgeoned deep in her pussy as she tasted his maleness, wrapping her wine-coated tongue around the swollen head as his hands rested gently in her dark hair.

A sudden burst of applause came from outside the box and for a moment, Zara thought it was for her before she realised that it was a welcome for the performers as the second half began on the stage below. She imagined herself performing such an act on stage and blushed, finding the thought subtly arousing for some reason. What would it be like to be the cynosure of all eyes? She built it into the reality, slithering her wet tongue round his cock faster and bobbing her head back and forth as the wine warmed in her mouth and the taste of his arousal mixed in. She lost track of time as she worshipped his prick, licking along the length excitedly when told to and realising how big he was. Thick too, she decided as she took his whole helmet back inside her mouth and sucked on the pulsing knob, trying to draw out his seed.

He resisted her attempts, staying as hard as a rock inside her mouth yet totally in control as the minutes ticked steadily by and her jaws began to ache. Finally, he pushed her away, slipping his wet shaft out of her mouth and told her to stand up and face out into the theatre once again. Zara stood nervously yet excitedly, waiting to feel his thick cock between her legs. She wanted it there so much, filling her totally and plundering her body for his pleasure. She suddenly felt him behind her, standing so close that she could feel the heat of his body and then the touch of his cock against her thighs as he bent his legs slightly and slipped the thick knob up until it lodged against her swollen labial lips. Her mouth opened in perfect symmetry with her pussy lips as he thrust upwards smoothly. Her slippery folds parted immediately and his prick glided into her wet warmth while his hands gripped her hips tightly. Long, deep, slow strokes followed; sweet, sensuous slithers of his cock into her clenching tube as her knuckles whitened on the front wall of the box. Her tight tunnel walls stretched around his thick shaft, accommodating his girth and making her body shiver with delight. Zara's bright blue eyes stared unseeingly out at the stage, registering nothing as the musical progressed below her as her mind was fixated on the incredible sensations that seethed through her pussy and into her nervous system. She gasped in pleasure as he moved more quickly, thrusting even deeper as he held her hips still. Wetness streamed out of her pussy and bathed his shaft and the soft squelchy sounds echoed through the box as he pushed back into her body, pulling her back towards him so that every last inch of his length was inside her.

Zara then moaned in utter disappointment as he pulled straight back out, withdrawing his cock as he sat back down behind her. His fingers settled on her thighs then eased up until they found the end of the butt plug and she shivered with shame and fear as he slowly eased it out of her bottom hole. Pain flared as the widest part stretched her tight anal tube and then came relief as it slipped out fully. Panic followed as his hands pulled her back towards him and she realised that he was going to take her anally after all. He had had the soft pleasure of her mouth, the wetness of her pussy and now he was going to have the tightness of her previously-unused bottom hole. Her mouth felt as dry as dust while her heart raced, skipping beats like an erratic conductor, when his hands pulled her buttocks further apart and his feet kicked hers sideways. One hand flipped up her skirt fully and then she felt the tip of his prick press against her tiny fundament, threatening and huge. Shivers ran down her spine as she tried to prepare herself for the unknown and then he was pulling her down onto his lap, spearing his thickness up into her bottom at the same time. Zara's mouth opened wide and she squealed out in pain and shock as her anal aperture was pierced by a cock for the very first time. The ring of muscle resisted the intruder and pain blossomed, shooting out into her senses as it was stretched further and further apart. Tears sprang into her eyes as she thought that she was going to be torn in two and then her rectal ring parted and his massive knob sank into her bottom hole. He pulled her down onto his lap and she cried out as his long shaft eased up into her anus too then his arms wrapped round her and held her tightly while he added teasing kisses onto the nape of her neck.

The feelings running through her were more intense that any Zara had encountered before. The pain was intense and yet strangely alluring, arousing all her senses as his cock just throbbed gently within her anal hole. Joy at being used by him for his pleasure vied with shame at offering herself so easily. Pleasure seethed through her flesh and exploded into her mind as she pushed her bottom fully down on his lap and impaled herself even more. Stillness followed apart from the subtle pulsing of his prick. Zara lost count of how long she just sat there, fully plugged by his cock whilst the musical was performed below on the stage. His hands held her then roamed over her body, fondling her breasts, stroking and nipping at her nipples then running down her flat belly and pressing on her thighs. It was agony and ecstasy rolled into one timeless moment and her slit dripped like a tap, staining his muscular thighs with her essence.