NOTE: In this chapter you'll meet a Finnish woman named Marja. That's pronounced "Mar-ya" with the accent on the first syllable. It's the Finnish version of Maria or Mary.
Marja is a piece of work.
Carley and I ate dinner in a restaurant I knew well. Afterwards, we walked through the nightclub district of Milan, people-watching and enjoying the street performers who worked the crowds. We drank wine sitting outside a couple of bars. Carley was happy and talkative.
As we walked into one of the many plazas, I glanced to my right at a particularly ugly statue. Suddenly, a hand appeared, reaching for my right side at about belt level. At home, I always carry a handgun right there and I've practiced what are known as "retention" techniques to keep anyone from snatching my gun. I snapped my hand down across the back of the invading hand, got a good grip, bent my wrist back and turned to find myself holding a mime in a wrist lock.
Apparently, this guy had snuck up behind me and was going to tickle me under the short ribs for the crowd's entertainment. Instead of succeeding with his planned joke, the joker ended up on one knee, in considerable pain. The crowd roared with laughter.
I eased up on the pressure. Slowly, I waggled my left index finger in the poor guy's face and shook my head, "no". The crowd clapped and cheered. I released the mime and stepped back. He got to his feet and, you have to give him credit, gave me a deep bow.
Explaining to Carley why I'd assaulted a mine took a while.
Passing one of the many clubs that lined the street, I heard some fine jazz floating through the door. Carley looked inside.
"It's a sex club," she said. "Everybody's naked in there."
"Have you ever been in one?" I asked.
Carley shook her head. "What are they like?"
"Let's go in and see!"
Just inside the door, there was a cashier and a locker room. I swiped my credit card in the machine to pay our cover charges and pushed my hand into a slot. The machine stamped the back of my hand with a barcode that could be read by the club's infrared laser scanners. Now I could buy drinks and food without having to carry my card around with me. After all, I wouldn't have any pockets in the club.
Carley and I hung our clothes in a vacant locker. I set the combination and locked it.
In the main club area, I bought two glasses of wine and we worked our way to where we could see the main stage. Three girls were performing a hot lesbian act, taking turns eating and fingering each other and using a large strap-on. The girls were beautiful.
The act was very erotic. Before long, my cock was sticking straight out.
I noticed a female voice to my left speaking French. The woman was a beautiful, tall, very pale ash blond with green eyes. She had a terrific figure. Her breasts were large with light pink nipples and appeared to be completely natural. In her five inch heels, she was easily four inches taller than my six foot one. She looked like something out of a young boy's wet dream.
"Parlez-vous l'anglais?" I asked.
She smiled down at me. "Yes, I speak English. Are you American?"
"Yes," I said, "but you are not French. Are you Swedish?"
"You're close. I'm Finnish."
"I'm Jack. This is my friend Carley."
"I'm Marja." She indicated another blond beauty next to her. "This is my friend Juliette. She is from Cannes."
We exchanged cheek kisses.
Marja pointed to my erection. "Do you like to watch girls fuck?"
"Yes. Very much."
"Juliette and I don't fuck men, but I think we'd have fun with your friend. If the two of you are interested, you could watch us." She stepped between Carley and me and put her hand on Carley's arm. "We could give you many wonderful orgasms!"
Carley seemed a little taken aback. "Thanks for the offer, but not tonight."
"Very well. Bonne nuit."
The two blond goddesses melted into the crowd.
Carley looked at me and laughed. "Too bad they're lesbians. I'll bet you'd have loved shooting off into that one!"
"Fuckin' right!" I said. "Are you sure you don't want 'many wonderful orgasms'?"
Carley punched my arm. "Girls are okay, but I prefer guys."
"How about the in-betweeners? Have you ever fucked a tranny?"
"Yeah, three or four of them. Chicks with dicks are more fun than I thought they'd be."
The lesbian act had finished and the stage reset. The lights came up and a female dwarf dressed in medieval peasant clothing ran onto the stage, pursued by a huge bodybuilder wearing a horned Viking helmet, a short, primitive leather skirt and rough leather boots. The giant chased the girl around the stage. She slipped through his legs and dodged around him, losing part of her clothes every time he got close to her. The next time she tried to dodge through his legs, he grabbed her by the hair and tore off
the rest of her clothes. He held the girl in one massive hand and ripped off his skirt, revealing an erection that must have been nine or ten inches long and as big around as a beer bottle.
The Viking held the naked girl up for the audience to see. Her vagina glistened in the lights. I whispered to Carley, "I'll bet she squirted a pint of lube in there before the show!" Carley laughed and nodded.
The giant threw the girl down on a mat covered with fake grass. He held her wrists above her head with one hand, forced her legs apart and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. The girl screamed and struggled. With one shove, the guy plunged four or five inches into her, withdrew and plunged into her again. She thrashed and cried for mercy. The Viking fucked her hard while the audience clapped and whistled.
As the pseudo-rape continued, the giant fucked the tiny girl in several positions. I noticed the guy didn't try to get more than six or seven inches of his cock into her. The girl's struggles diminished. Finally, he stood and held his helpless victim under her arms, both of them facing the audience. He lowered her onto his cock and jerked her up and down until he came with a shout. His first two spurts went into the girl, and then he lifted her off his cock and shot the rest of his load onto the stage. He held her high in triumph, cum dripping out of her.
The Viking dumped the girl next to her ruined clothes. She reached into her torn jerkin and withdrew a Lilliputian dagger. The enormous man jumped back in horror and ran offstage, pursued by the tiny girl. The audience roared.
Laughing, I steered Carley to one of the bars and bought two more glasses of wine. There was a wide group-sex mat on a knee-high platform opposite the stage. Fifteen or twenty couples and larger groups were spread out playing and having fun. Two women were accepting all comers in a gang-bang near the left side. A couple of oral sex daisy-chains were going. As one member came or got tired, there always seemed to be someone else to take his or her place.
Other, smaller platforms were scattered throughout the club. Each of the platforms had a square post on or near it with shelves containing stacks of small towels for the patrons' comfort and convenience. Wet-wipe dispensers hung on the sides of the posts. Also close by were large blue tubs for soiled towels and smaller red tubs for soiled wipes.
Every one of the platforms had at least one couple or group on it. The great majority of people were fairly young and in good shape, but a surprising number were in their 50s and 60s. Some were older. One older couple had apparently swapped partners with a couple in their early 20s. As we watched, the young guy pulled out of his partner, a woman who seemed to be about 70. He scrambled to his knees and the old woman inhaled his cock. He came in her mouth, calling out in a language I didn't recognize.
"Do you see anyone you want?" I asked Carley.
"Not yet. I'm getting horny, though."