Paul kissed her deeply as she let his hands and the ether have her.
The voice of a man on the screen, enjoying the body of a woman who was making it clear she liked being enjoyed - grew over them. And all around in the darkness, Rose could hear others being moved to do likewise. Rose felt the towel growing wet beneath her. She hid her face in Paul's shoulder and whispered.
"Oh please can't we go now?"
"Not yet."
"But I'm so horny, My Lord!"
"I know I'm counting on it."
He kissed her deeply as he played with the tied belt at her waist.
"Don't fret, we'll take care of that."
Rose wanted to give in and surrender to the darkness. But an annoying sound kept distracting her as Paul's mouth softly nibbled at the warmth of her neck and inhaled the scent of her flesh once more.
"Oh what is that sound My Lord and why won't someone stop it?"
He smiled.
"I'll show you."
Holding up his hand he clicked the little metal toy twice. Only a moment passed and a young man stood before them. He wasn't tall but had a strong face and smiling blue eyes. Rose couldn't help thinking about his blondness in contrast to her darker hue and was embarrassed at the hedonistic turn her thoughts took with Paul. His hand reached out and touched Rose's cheek knowingly before kneeling at her feet.
"Oh please Paul!" The realization of what he was about to do, drew the words out of Rose before she had thought.
" Why do you keep forgetting what it is I am to you this night?" Paul's tone was loving but firm now. " Stop fretting and be still."
The young man's hands moved carefully as he untied her belt. He had to be six perhaps seven years her junior. Rose searched his eyes while trying to yield to him as her hand unconsciously covered the place between her legs. She felt his warm hand again on her cheek and watched as it traveled down and took the hand away. She had not had the ring very long. Paul had wanted her to wear a different kind of ring to demonstrate she was his, he had said. She said no for over a year. It would bring her such enhanced plleasure, he said...and it had.
She finally justified the doing by telling herself that no one else would ever know.
" It's wonderful, you're so lovely. Let me please you."
Paul smiled at her uncertainty and kissed her ear. "Easy my own, it's included in the price of the ticket. It helps while we're waiting."
She looked at him in total disbelief now - If this was waiting, what was not waiting?
"Oh please, my Lord. We've done so many things but - There are others. "
He kissed her deeper still. Then he helped the young man open her coat completely and reached again for the kerchief -
"You'll like it my sweet. It prepares you for me."
They separated her thighs as she took the kerchief and inhaled. His warm breath and tongue licking made her tremble as she felt his mouth boldly start sucking her swelling flesh.
"That's it my love, let him, let him."
Rose lost herself in the wet stroke of a tongue, as another woman somewhere whimpered frantically. She opened her eyes and saw the look of lust on Paul's face as he held her pearls in his mouth, wetting them. Then letting them drop between her thick soft thighs, he lifted her heavy breasts and sucked her nipples hard. And the stranger hungrily licked the pearls into her sensitive wet flesh.
" Oh please, please!" She fought for breath now as the sharp nips of Paul's teeth rushed through her belly and into the engorged clit that the young man ravaged.
All over the theatre, bathed in flickering blue light, men and women on their knees were performing the same service for others. Driven by the sight of her Paul took her nipples even harder. And Rose felt her fluids run, as the cool pearls grew hot from her flesh and the stranger went on. She was being tortured on the tongues of two men, and she lusted for more.
"We don't have long to wait. Let this stranger make it nice for you my sweat. Let his mouth serve you completely." Paul had always been one to choose his words carefully, but so much overwhelmed her that meanings were lost on her now. So she closed her heavy eyes and gave herself to the strangers' wet breath.
She wondered how often he did what he was doing, to do it as he did? His hands were strong and knowing, as they fondled her thick waist and heaving belly. Between her thighs, below the pierced bud that trembled under his teeth, she felt a finger in her wetness. And then she felt another. He was coaxing her, gently prodding the swollen petals of her open to him. And she whimpered as she felt the pearls being slowly pushed deep up inside her. Her face burned at the thought of a stranger tugging on the ring that had been meant for only Paul's amusement. But now, even with a stranger, the warmth was becoming an ache as her hands reached out for his shoulders and the whimper grew into a moan.
" Oh yes my sweet, dark love. Let him in, let him in."
She was sinking into his touch as she felt her feet leave the floor. Her thighs were hoisted up on to the stranger's shoulders as her shoes fell from her feet. The muscles in her calves and hips and ass cheeks tightened, now out of her control. Sensation washed away thought. The others had disappeared. There was only the aching that had started to burn. She reached out and thought she felt Paul move away from her. Then she heard the click of the toy again, but this time only once. There was another gentle shifting beside her. Rose opened her eyes, startled when she heard Paul moan. His head rested back on the sofa now, as a woman knelt before him. She had heavy black hair that touched the floor as she unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. Then spreading her knees to sink lower, she nibbled and then feasted on his cock until he too whimpered.
"Aaaah that's it. Oh my sweetness, that's the way. Do it, do it!"
Paul reached suddenly for Rose's hand and squeezed it. They were both being made to pant with it. Nothing in the room of strangers mattered as Rose's hips began to rock. She felt the flame climb through her thighs and belly. It grew, and her hand came away from his. Helpless and heaving, she reached to caress the head that devoured her. Her heart pounded in her ears, as she heard Paul's pleasure finally take him. And she shook hard through her own.
Someone was gently bringing her coat back around her. Her heart had hardly stopped trembling when she heard Paul's words softly in her ear.
"Our turn has come my love."
Standing the young man, who had sucked her to release, kissed her cheek and bowed to Paul as he wiped his mouth with a linen handkerchief. Then smiling at her one last time, he turned to gesture to a door on the side of the auditorium and was gone. Glancing back as they stepped away, Rose saw the girl who had serviced Paul, effortlessly remove the towel from the sofa and disappear.
Everything seemed to melt in this world of Chin's Palace. One motion flowed into another making you wonder what had happened to the moment before. Rose leaned into Paul's side as his arm at her waist supported her. She looked ahead to see that another heavy velvet curtain separated the place where they were, from the place they seemed to be going. She looked back at the dancing blue light and occupied others. It was only a moment and then she stepped through the heavy drapes.
They had crossed into the old opium den but the beds were being put to a new use. Each tall pavilioned-bed had been draped in shear curtains and through the draping, in the dim golden light, its' inhabitants were seen. Rose's startled breath made Paul smile. There were a dozen beds, and each was being used fully by fucking, panting and screaming couples. All of it seemed so surreal.
A small Chinese orchestra played at the end of the room and incense burned, heavily blending with the scent of raw sex.
"Oh please, my Lord I can't!"
"Oh yes you can my own, I've been waiting all night!"
" Good evening Mr. Smith, it's been so long since we have seen you."
"Mr. Smith?" Rose wondered out loud as they followed the willowy girl along.
"We're all Mr. Smith, or Jones or Brown here."
Showing them to an empty bed, the attendant smiled and gave Paul the small wooden chest. He opened it briefly, smiled and she left. Rose tried not to show her curiosity but Paul could see it take her, so he let her have a good look at its content.
"Oh Paul!" There was a heavy silk blindfold. And while they had never used one, she knew a ball gag when she saw it. Under the blind fold as he lifted it, Rose saw two long objects and felt the moistness take her cheeks. She reached in to touch a bottle and he whispered -
" Something to make the path more giving?"
" Oh Paul this is..."
