Shadows From the House of Scent

Shadows from the House of Scent Ch3

Juliet's Tattoo, the Pink PussyCat, and living vicariously.

Something happens. It forms into a mould. It becomes palpable. Real. Throbbing. You think you can reach out to hold it. But then -- in that nameless hour -- it is gone.

ONE: AMBER UNDERCOVER

Amber read Lizzy's script until late that night. At one point, she fell asleep. The script was still in one hand while her other was between her legs; a finger engulfed in her soft moist lips. Her long skinny fingers had been moving in and out of her entrance. The way she likes it. Feeling it enter fast. The sound of her wetness. Then, she would pull it out slowly, applying all her pressure so that her clit would pinch against her pelvis bone. Unconsciously, she always bit her lower lip when she did this, savouring the pain mixed with pleasure.

Images of Lizzy's script filled her mind. She pinched her nipples so hard as she imagined that she was Juliet -- the girl in Lizzy's script. She was handled roughly by Guy. She imagined Kath watching both of them. Her hands and legs were cuffed, as Guy pinched her nipples, while his large cock entered her. Her eyes were blindfolded.

A soft small orgasm rolled over her. After the orgasmic spasms and release of her sexual tension, her body felt drained of energy. It was the kind of orgasm you get when you are still half sleeping.

She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

--

Her slumber was punctuated by the erotic scenes with Kath. The characters of the story interchanged with the people in her life. Kath was Lizzy. Guy was Dean. Or was it Uncle Dean that was Guy? It was so confusing.

An idea began to form. She knew that she was the girl, Juliet. As if presaged. A keen clairvoyance that seemed certain. She was the girl with the tattoo -- a Chinese symbol vaguely representing "Scent House" or "the House of Scent".

She was Juliet. Juliet, naked.

Naked to all. Her small skinny body on stage. Splayed out. Her arms and legs cuffed, stretched out. Open. Her sex raw. In the spotlight of the dark nightclub.

Juliet. The sexy dancer. The young submissive slave. Yet, she still retained the look of innocence.

The girl that would enter Guy and Kath's. She, who would become their sexual toy and play the key role in their love test.

~~~

Time had passed. She woke up slightly from her dream.

She moved her head back and forth. "No, no,.... please," she pleaded in her sleep.

Her brow furrowed and her head moved violently from side to side.

She was Juliet. Her mind was filled with a collection of images. Then she saw Lizzy. She saw her uncle Dean against Lizzy's slim naked body. She was in bed with them. He was Guy and Lizzy was Kath. Then after he had fucked Kath, he was on top of her.

"Juliet, open your legs," he said.

She didn't want him too, but she really did. She tried to resist, but she also didn't want to. Kath moved close to her and she felt her caress her face and then run gently down to her nipples, circling each one.

Amber tried to move her arms to push away, but her arms were spread out, her wrists cuffed and bound to the sides of the bed. She felt a collar around her neck, so tight it choked her slightly.

"It is ok, my darling," she said. "My sweetest love. He will not hurt you."

She looked up into Guy as he positioned himself on top of her, her legs opening. Kath continued to caress her as his naked body was just above hers. She looked down between their bodies. His hard straight cock disappeared between her legs and she could feel him rubbing it between her lips.

She heard Kath whisper into her ear.

"We love you, Juliet. Give yourself to him."

She looked up again at Guy's face. But it wasn't Guy. Now it was Dean. Just then, she felt his cock enter her completely. He started pounding his cock deep into her. She tilted her head to Kath. But it wasn't Kath. It was Lizzy.

Guy pulled out of her and rolled over on to her back. Kath undid her hand cuffs. Amber knew instinctively what she must do. She leaned up and took Guy's cock in her hand. She looked into Kath's eyes and down at Guy's cock. She brought it to her mouth and ran her tongue over the moist head. She pumped it with her hand and then took it into her mouth. It was so large for her mouth, but in her dream she could take all of it down her throat. He grabbed her head and pushed until her lips were around the base of his cock.

He began to groan. She wanted to taste him as he shot his cum into her mouth. She wanted to be his submissive pet.

He was so close. She anticipated it at any moment.

Then. She woke up.

~~

Lying in her bed, she looked up at the ceiling. It was the middle of the night. The script lay open across her bare tummy. She was disoriented and in a semi-dreamlike state. It was all so confusing, but so erotic. Like this, her reality was blurred with her dream and Lizzy's script.

"The House of Scent," she whispered. Her eyes were open but not seeing.

"What did it all mean?"

The words ringed in her ears.

"Scent. Does it mean what the word says? Is it literal?"

"Does it really mean.....?"

She thought about her symbol branded into her so many years ago. The same branding that was painted into the others like her. She didn't finish the thought.

Juliet. The tattoo. She pushed it out of her mind.

The images played out in her mind from the scenes of the script. Lizzy -- no, it was Kath -- both hanging from their wrists, naked. Uncle Dean was there. Why would he do this to Kath? -- no, to Lizzy.

It was as if she was overcome with even more confusion.

They were only thoughts in the middle of the night. Taken to the extreme.

Lizzy was writing the scenes of her own life. It was no longer Guy and Kath. It was Lizzy and Dean.

"Yes," she whispered as if to convince herself. "It is just about them. It is about Aunty Lizzy and Uncle Dean. Nothing more. It doesn't mean anything else. I won't think of anything else. "

She looked towards the window. Night lights flickered from the swinging trees of the storm outside, forming shadows that danced on the walls of her room.

"It cast such long shadows."

She listened to the sound of the rain on the window. "Patterns. Is there information in the rain?", she whispered.

A tear fell from her eyes.

"Something happens. It forms into a mould,.... It becomes palpable. Real. Throbbing. You think you can reach out to hold it. It is the hour before, but yearning. It is the nameless hour.

Amber reached out. Her hands are stretching. She can just barely see it.

Just then, it slipped away from her.

She checked the time, it was around 3:30 in the morning. She closed her eyes. She wanted to return to her dream -- there, in the House of Scent -- in the vivid imagination from Lizzy's script. She wanted to be there in the nightclub with Kath as she sang "Sway with Me".

She wanted to be on stage with her as her dress fell to the floor and the large cock emerged between her bald pussy lips. In her dream, she was Juliete. She was the girl that put her tongue on Kath's pussy, and then the large cock emerged and entered into her mouth; each time pumping deeper into her.

Amber's clit was hard again. She rubbed it very slowly, moving in slow circles. What if she could insert her clit between Lizzy's pussy? Feel it rub on her mouth? She gasped with the thought. It made her more aroused.

She brought her fingers to her mouth, imagining that her liquid was from Lizzy. How much yearning could she tolerate? It was so intense, she could die.

~~~~~

From her bed, she looked out the window, through the beaded raindrops.

She wondered if the world contained hidden messages. The rain, with its rhythmic, persistent presence, so too does information.

Was it all fate? Had some force brought her here at this very moment to make a difference in the lives of Dean and Lizzy? If she was meant to become part of Guy and Kath's story.

"Has every drop of rain, every gust of wind, every ray of sunshine, and every wave that laps the shore, been programmed to occur? Carefully choreographed so she could be there at that moment?"

It occurred to her that the rain, falling in the dark night, was like the unspoken truths in the lives of Lizzy, Dean, and Amber (and Guy and Kath of Lizzy's story) -- it fell softly but persistently, touching everything yet rarely acknowledged. Just as the rain subtly altered the world outside, leaving its mark on the dark, quiet streets, the undercurrents of their lives, too, were silently reshaping their relationships, invisible but ever-present.

~~~~

The sound of the rain made her want to pee. Gently, she pushed back the covers and slid out of bed. Opening her door silently, tiptoed towards the bathroom, careful not to make any noise that might wake Lizzy and Dean. Not turning the light on, she noticed that their bedroom door down the end of the hallway was slightly open as she passed into the bathroom.

Amber stopped at the entrance to the bathroom, however.

They were making love.

"Gosh," she gasped.

She realized that her outburst of surprise may have been too loud.

She remained silent, just at the entrance of the bathroom, listening to the steady rhythm of their lovemaking. The rocking back and forth like the tides of the ocean. She forgot about having to pee.

She wanted to watch.

~~~~~~

So, she left the bathroom and walked down the hall to the outside of their bedroom. Through their open door, she could see them in the moonlight. She listened to Lizzy panting, as Dean pumped his cock into her.

Amber was already aroused. Combined with the thrill of being a voyeur and with the possibility of getting caught, the moistness between her legs, combined with her desire to pee was too much. She began to rub her finger back and forth between her wispy pubic hair and along the lips of her cunt.

"Dean, not now," Lizzy whispers.

Amber can just make out some of the words as she whispers in the rhythmic lovemaking of the couple.

"I just want to make love.... not make parts of the film," Lizzy continues between her gasps as Dean pushes his cock into her.

Dean said something that she couldn't hear.

Then she heard her name.

"It's the only time we can film with Amber here," she thought she heard him say.

He had stopped briefly and they lay like that for a few moments. Amber imagined that his cock was still in Lizzy. His cock was still buried deep into Lizzy. Pulsating. She could see that Lizzy moved still, imagining that she wanted him to continue and not stop.

Amber pushed her finger into her entrance. She so much wanted to see Dean's cock entering Lizzy's pussy.

"Just this once," she heard Dean say.

"Dean, not now," Lizzy whispered. "It was so nice the way you were holding me. Don't ruin it."

"It is not ruining it, Liz. It's the last scene of 'Cuffed, Dead'," he whispered. "It will just be a moment."

Lizzy said something that Amber couldn't make out.

"It's so we can get it over with quickly," he said. "Besides, you're already on the bed," he paused. "Like this, cuffed and with cum on you."

Amber could hear them whispering more, but their words were indistinct. Lizzy didn't seem happy, however.

Then she caught Lizzy's voice, a tone of mild exasperation mixed with acquiescence.

"Okay, okay," Lizzy said, seemingly conceding yet willing to appease, perhaps realizing that it would be futile.

Amber notices Dean pulling out from her. He kneels up and begins to get out of the bed.

Realizing the risk of being caught, Amber turned and ran tip-toed down the hall. She heard Dean's footsteps approaching, so she quickly slipped into the bathroom, since it was closest.

Her bedroom was further down the hallway and she knew she wouldn't make it there in time without being seen. She quietly stepped into the darkened bathroom, closing the door but leaving it slightly ajar. While standing motionless in the shadows, Dean would not notice her as he walked passed. Moreover, she hoped that he wouldn't enter the bathroom. Suddenly, she heard his footsteps as he continued down the hallway, going towards the living room.

Amber stayed hidden, listening intently. After a moment, she heard Dean's footsteps approaching once again, but then walking past the bathroom to their bedroom. Then, she heard their bedroom door close softly and his footsteps in the hallway once again.

She remained still.

After several minutes, she cautiously emerged from the bathroom. There was a dim light emanating from the living room that was bathed in a dim light. She could just make out Dean with his back to her as he sat at the computer where he was engrossed in his work.

She could just walk to her room and not be detected. Instead, a thought came to her. No, a deep desire overtook her.

"What are you thinking?" she said to herself. "This is crazy."

She disregarded the rational choice to return to her room. Instead, Amber felt a force drawing her towards Lizzy and Dean's bedroom. She knew it was not only risky, but stupid -- if Dean were to come back, she would be caught. It would be so awkward. How could she explain it?

Yet, she was driven by an inexplicable urge. So, she stepped out into the hallway and tiptoed towards their bedroom, hugging the wall in order to blend into the shadows.

Looking into the room from the doorway, she saw Lizzy asleep on the bed. Lizzy was in a deep sleep with soft rhythmic breathing. She was completely unaware of Amber's presence at the entrance to the bedroom. Encouraged, Amber entered the room quietly, like a ghost. She stood close to the bed and watched Lizzy with rays of light that entered through the window, casting a beam on Lizzy's body. Her mind was filled with desire and emotions. She was overwhelmed with the desire to touch Lizzy's naked body. She wanted to lie next to her and kiss her nipples.

Amber removed her nighty and let it drop to the floor. She was naked. Lost in her fantasy, she started to masturbate looking at Lizzy. A light beam from the window illuminated Lizzy's pussy. Amber slipped her wet fingers into her mouth. But, she remained in the shadows, in case Lizzy should awaken.

Lizzy moved in her sleep suddenly. She opened her legs. Her pubic hair was matted, soaked with the fluid from their lovemaking. Amber crouches down on the floor so that she is close to the bed and less than a meter from Lizzy's open legs. It is the first time she has seen Lizzy naked in person. Her pussy lips are thick and swollen from sex with Dean and her entrance is still extended.

Amber's arousal had blurred her reason. She pinches her nipples as she stares at Lizzy's body. Watching her smooth belly undulate with her deep breaths of slumber. With her other hand, she rubs her finger very slowly with her own lubricated pussy.

She wanted to be naked. She pulled off her t-shirt and threw it on the floor beside her.

"This is crazy," she thinks. She is intoxicated by the thrill. It makes her unable to move. "If Dean comes back!" she thinks.

Lizzy changes her position. She rolls over, so that she is on her side, and her beautiful ass is facing Amber. The view offers Amber a view of her pussy from behind. She wishes she could move in and lick it.

~~~~~~

Just as Amber's desire was overcoming her, she heard the sound of Dean's footsteps down the hall, sending her into a panic. To avoid being caught, she was filled with a heightened sense of urgency to flee from the bedroom. She looked around the room, and seeing the slightly open closet door, she made a quick decision and quickly ducked inside. Once inside, she crawled into the far corner beneath the hanging clothes. In her haste, she had forgotten her nighty that she had discarded on the floor. Shrouded in complete darkness, she held her breath, praying she wouldn't be discovered.

From her hiding spot, Amber could hear Dean pause and enter the bathroom, deliberately leaving the door ajar to avoid making any noise. Realizing that crossing back to the bathroom would risk being seen, she decided her safest option was to stay put.

She looked at her nightie sprawled out on the floor only a few meters away. She had to retrieve it. He would see it and know that it was hers. She was just about to crawl out when she heard Dean heading back. Resigned, she retreated inside. Curling up into a ball, she nestled into the shadows of the closet, hoping fervently that Dean wouldn't notice her presence. The tension in the air was palpable as she waited in silence, every sense heightened and alert.

Dean entered the bedroom and approached the bed where Lizzy was sleeping.

"Lizzy, wake up," he said, gently nudging her. Lizzy stirred slightly and rolled over. "Come on, honey, I'm going to turn on the light. Okay?"

Dean went to the dresser opposite the bed and switched on the lamp. From her hiding spot in the closet, Amber was less concealed by shadows than before. The light from the room left her more exposed. She feared being discovered and tried to curl up into the corner of the closet.

Dean then began setting up some photography equipment, including lights, large umbrellas, and a tripod. He walked around the bed, coming within a meter of the closet where Amber was hidden, and reached for something on the nightstand. Amber's shirt lay on the floor nearby, but Dean seemed oblivious to it.

Once he finished the preparations for the filming session, Dean headed into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving the bedroom. Lizzy moved lazily on the bed, but with her eyes closed, languidly awaiting for Dean to return.

Seizing the moment, Amber swiftly crawled out of the closet, and had enough time to nudge her nighty under the dresser, to conceal it from view. As she returned back into the closet, the bathroom door opened and Dean emerged. He was now naked. It was a narrow escape, and she nearly got caught in her brazen act.

Once again, Amber sat motionless in the corner of the closet. Her anxiety mounted as Dean began walking toward the closet and close to her hiding spot in the corner under the hanging clothes. Her heart pounded furiously. She was certain that she would be discovered at any moment. Instinctively, she pushed herself further into the corner, as if by doing this she could blend into the wall behind her.

Just as her fear reached its peak, Dean stopped only inches away from her. He seemed to be looking for something on the shelf above the clothing. He seemed interested in something above the clothing. She looked up and saw he reached for some photography equipment. He grabbed some camera lenses and a photography bag. However, as he reached up on his tip-toes, his body arched further into the closet, his cock only a couple of inches from Amber's mouth. She held her breath, frozen in place until he finally turned and walked away to the other side of the room, leaving her undetected but still reeling from the close encounter.

~~~~~~

Dean walked to the bedroom door and closed it. Amber now knew that she could not escape. He whispered to Lizzy, telling her to wake up.

Now,with the bedroom door closed, he switched on all the lights, and also switched on the photography lights. The bedroom was transformed into a photography studio. He then began to take pictures and film Lizzy, as she lay on the bed.

"Come'on Lizzy, wake up," he whispered. "Open your legs."

Lazily she obeyed, knowing that it was futile to argue at this point.

"That's it. You'r so hot," he repeated, coaxing her and getting her to react while he filmed. "Now rub your fingers on your pussy."

Lizzy knew it was best to go along and help him in his creative process. From her concealed spot in the closet, Amber watched them silently, witnessing the scene unfold before her in utter amazement.

Amber's fear of being caught turned into an intoxicating desire to be on the bed naked with Lizzy and to take part in the scene.