It was a secret place they went. Late in the evening down a street with fewer lamps than perhaps one would want, many came. A certain name mentioned at an unnoticed door and a man and woman could enter together, unseen. The entrance of this place was dark, but the gentleman's cloak could be taken and the lady escorted into the main hall where the others were waiting for them; waiting for the evening to begin.
The ladies stood together in fine dresses, some long and elegant others revealing and flirtatious. When the attendants brought their silver trays, some graciously accepted crystal glasses filled with heady drink that pooled on the tongue. Others sampled tiny delicacies, candied fruits, elegant cuts of cheese or a small slice of wheat bread with crumbles of fish or meat balanced on top. Their male companions and escorts stood together as well, speaking easily of the day's events, though with odd hesitations between topics quickly glossed over with a joke about the weather or the day's sport. Not one escort was without a dinner jacket and waistcoat, but some had truly brought out their finery with cashmere scarves or gold pocket watches.
A beautiful grandfather clock stood watch on one wall. Unlike the other decorations in the room, the patrons this evening did not cluster around it and comment upon its beautiful, polished cogs nor exclaim that the wood was of finest quality and the craftsman's carvings the height of fashion. In truth, while the assembly seemed in awe of its properties, they were frightfully unwilling to look overlong upon its enormity, standing half again as tall as a man. Unheeding, its hands rose closer and closer together, nearing the inevitable midnight when they overlapped and 12 commanding chimes finally compelled each person to cease conversation abruptly and turn their gazes upon the clock. The glass door opened and behind it, where one might expect to see the pendulum, there was a lit hallway with crimson wallpaper and soft, plush red carpet. A mahogany banister adorned each side of the hallway, for its floor curved in a wide circle, sloping downward all the while.
The pairs of men and women, finding their glasses taken by the waitstaff without their notice, instead took each others arms and queued politely for the opportunity to follow the hallway. Behind them, the lights of the reception hall began to dim and go out. Speaking only in whispers, the patrons emerged from the hallway into a theater in the round, warmly lit by gas lamps and decorated in the same crimson velvet, now accented with gold cords and gilded rails. The audience's seats were situated in a rising ring around a circular stage. Though a paneled, thigh-high divider separated the audience from the actors, stairs lead up and away from the stage all around. Between these stairs were shadowed recesses into which not a single patron could see, though the house was completely lit. A dome completed the magnificence of the hall, mirroring the stage in proportion and made of finest paneled hardwood. Beautiful black and red ochre abstractions had been painted upon it to draw the eye to the stage. The audience took in the splendid hall, whispering admirations to one another and settled into their seats to wait.
The house lamps dimmed, suddenly hushing voices. Six small fires contained in brass dishes sprang to life around the edge of the stage and the audience perceived the scent of burning wood and charcoal. A round trapdoor opened in the very center of the stage and from it rose a female figure in a sheer, white silken dress. Her dark hair lay unbound around her shoulders and her hands were folded together modestly, accented by pristine white lace from her sleeves. She swayed delicately when her platform stopped, invisibly flesh with the stage floor, and then she looked up and around the audience, careful only to move her head. In the firelight, the translucent cloth did not hide the secrets of her form, which was softly curved. With the audience's attention on the girl in white, another woman emerged unnoticed from one of the dark recesses. She was clad in long, fitting black trousers and matching blouse with quiet, black boots that covered her calves. Her head was covered in a tied black cloth and her hands, too, were hidden by black gloves. This woman took the girl in white by the hand and led her up one set of stairs to a walkway that circled before the audience.
The girl was average in height, modestly endowed, but with full, round hips. The female attendant led her counterclockwise around the room, guiding her to stand at each of the four cardinal points. At each point, the girl allowed the patrons to observe her and stood with her weight upon one hip, which had the wonderful effect of emphasizing her shape. The attendant raised her arm and bade her turn her back to the audience as well displaying her smooth posterior and, perhaps inadvertently, her smooth sex, to which the sheer silk of the dress clung. Audience members closest to her at each point leaned forward curiously to see her better while one woman boldly reached out to touch the dress stretched tightly over her body.
From an opened alcove between the stairs came a few soft
clinks
of metal. Something large with toothy cogs and leather straps and little puffing engines was wheeled forth. It was a real mastery of machinery to behold, rising in height to the shoulders of the men, but the crowning glory, extruding far away from the rest of the device, was an enormous silicone phallus. Complete with a set of molded testicles that swung slightly with the machine, the phallus was shaped to be fully erect and protruding at a perfect horizontal angle, its smooth head pointing imperceptibly to the ceiling. It was pushed straight forward from the gaping darkness until it met its marks upon the stage where two male attendants clad also in uniforms of black locked the entire mechanism down with thick straps that looped through special rings on the floor. Together, they tried to rock it back and forth or tip it over, but finding its position stable, they took a little cord that hung between the machine's back axel, plugged it into a socket on the floor, and then returned into the recess. The female attendant led the girl before it, gently dropped her hand and followed the men into the alcove.
The girl in white stood motionless. Her dark eyes darted from the machine to the protruding phallus and back again but her intense gaze was broken by the loud click of a lock and the entrance of two figures. Two women in red leather halters approached from opposite sides of the stage. They wore black silk masks over their noses and cheeks that did not hide the sparkle of their eyes while the heels of their boots were long and clicked resonantly upon the stage floor. When they stepped into the light, the audience could see that, to crown their significance, each woman carried a black leather riding crop in her gloved hand. One woman swiftly approached the girl and gathered her thick hair in one hand, insistently pulling it until the girl whimpered and stood on her bare toes. She was made to tiptoe in a circle around the machine while the dress fluttered around her ankles with her tiny, wavering steps. When the woman had brought her back before the machine, the girl in white was released and allowed to kiss the gloved hand of her instructor, kneeling and rising weakly. The other instructor approached from the machine, where she had double checked its safety, and together with her partner seized the shoulders of the sheer silk dress and pulled.
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