We could try to convey her beauty by revealing the dimensions of her lovely breasts, or perhaps what length of ribbon would be required to encircle her luscious hips. But the goddess does not traffic in such ciphers. Numeric recitations provide no representation of her true beauty. Rather her radiance was reflected in her form, as if the vessel of the goddess had shaped to contain so beautiful a being. Anyone fortunate enough to have consorted with the goddess knows this to be true of every woman. Each reveals her wondrous inscription in innumerable ways, and all of us, like drunkards before a barrel of dear wine, are merely the grateful recipients of her favor. As for our subject, Nina, the reader is invited to conjure the image of the most beautiful woman imaginable, then we must respectfully disclose that she exceeds even that.
No one was more aware of this than Pierre, her husband, who considered himself the luckiest for having won her heart. He carried this responsibility with no small gravity, appreciating so fully the treasure he possessed, that he came to be haunted by the sense that she was beyond him. Never could he fully possess her -- such is the unquenchable nature of deep beauty. Like the masterpieces of the Renaissance, they will never be truly owned. It is this extreme ambition to fully cultivate this goddess that drove Pierre mad with the desire to realize her deepest, most guarded, pleasures.
The pavement was painted black and white with the tree's shadows. The pair who now strode those streets, were dressed formally in black and white as well. Their directions had lead them to an unremarkable street in a safe-enough neighborhood.
The city contained many such avenues. They go unnoticed, their facades concealing many things -- some beyond the imagination.
Having carefully matched the address on the card, they pushed through a door to find themselves in a modestly furnished room. The rooms sole inhabitants were: an attractive, well dressed woman; the high, wide desk behind which she stood; and on the mirror-like surface of that desk, a statue of a winged horse -- their only confirmation they had come to the right place. The attendant greeted them in an unexpectedly business-like manner, offering neither recognition of their purpose there, nor any sense of her own station within the space.
Shyly, they offered the secret password.
With this, their attendant warmed immediately.
"Dr. Fermat, and Madame Fermat. Welcome. It is our sincere pleasure to have you here with us this evening," as she spoke she stepped to her side, stopping at a previously unnoticed door, which with no small effort she opened. She held it for them.
"This is your first visit to the Casino, we hope you find it most exhilarating."
Holding hands the pair entered the Casino Cheval.
Awash immediately in the shocking opulence of the space, Nina and Pierre's poised exteriors concealed a mixture of excitement and fear. The ceilings were only cathedral-like in their height and dimension, contrasting pleasingly with the colors and rich textures of the walls and luxurious carpeting. The heavy wooden furnishings shown warmly in the candlelight, many of them draped with elegant, luxuriating, guests deep in socialization. The jewelry of the women shimmered in the electric light. Unseen, an orchestra played.
They relished these first moments in the great room. It seemed to be minutes later that they were pleasantly surprised to discover themselves in the company of a most angelic vision of the feminine. Their valet, whom waited patiently as they drank in the room, carried on a mirrored silver platter sparkling flutes of fine champagne, which now she offered them. She was clothed in a luminous white tuxedo jacket, held closed by a single button just above her lovely exposed navel. The cut was such that it celebrated fully her luxurious breasts, offering them enticingly forward, like ripe fruit. She clearly relished their appreciation as she watched both Pierre and Nina's eyes alight on her discreetly visible erect nipple.
As they lifted their drinks, she pointed that nipple at an attractive couple across the room, "With their compliments."
Pierre's eyes drank in the feline length of the woman, as Nina admired the well chiselled athleticism of her partner. They had both harbored fears that they might find themselves interned with a collection of slovenly undesirables. This concern evaporated as, sipping the fine vintage, their eyes scanned more broadly to find that everyone was, in fact, stunning.
"May I introduce Cynthia?" he said, with a marked emphasis on the syllable "sin".
Nina felt her face flushing as he offered his hand.
"I'm Max. We understand you're new here and we'd love to ... show you the ropes."
Both Nina and Pierre elected to let the slightly odd phrasing pass. Nina, however, briefly entertained the pleasurable vision of Max binding her hands behind her. It made her already active pussy tingle, and she unconsciously pushed out her breasts in response. If only she knew that Max entertained the same wicked vision.
Cynthia was resplendent in, and bare under, a shimmering skirt that rested quite low on her lovely hips. The plunging neckline of her top offered her skin deliciously. Pierre took particular delight in the way the candlelight played across her delicious chest.
Nina was equally impressed with Max, whom she found bracingly attractive. His looks and manner instantly inspired her to abandon her intention to hold back this first visit to the Casino. Like the other male guests, he wore the requisite black tuxedo, though in his particular case, he exuded a particular air of sophistication and dignity, not unlike a spy Nina thought.
Wordlessly, they toasted the moment, looking each other in the eyes with mischievous smirks and smouldering an unspoken desire.
"Please allow me to pay for the drinks," Max offered, but Pierre insisted that he pay.
"I appreciate the gesture, and maybe in the future. But you must pay in the currency of the Casino."
From her jeweled clutch, Cynthia produced a clear glass sphere flecked throughout with gold. Embedded inside was a miniature of the casino's symbol; the winged horse.
"This," she said, 'is the currency of Cheval," holding it so that it sparkled in the light.
"And this ... is how you pay."
So overcome were they by the beauty around them that Pierre and Nina had entirely failed to notice a number of things. Their valet was, with the exception of her waistcoat and heels -- naked. This statement, however, is not entirely accurate. As their attendant turned her back to them, Nina and Pierre were surprised to notice a full equine tail emerging from between her fine buttocks.
Nina's mind raced, it had no other visible support. With jealous excitement she realized their attendant was plugged. Bending over, and moving her tail aside, she flourished her thick labia which protruded invitingly from between the smooth firm musculature of her toned hips. Her pubic hair was trimmed quite short, perfectly framing her delicate folds in a way quite pleasing to the eye. Gently, Cynthia pressed the sparkling glass sphere against her moist folds, as smoothly they gave way, swallowing the orb. Cynthia withdrew her fingers, as their attendant drew it into her depths. Her inner labia closing in as the shiny sphere slipped almost fully from sight.
Cynthia stroked her moist finger on Max's waiting tongue.
Flushed, Nina sipped her drink. Never before had she seen such a display. It took her breath away.
"Somehow, I never tire of watching that," mused Max.
The two couples fell into a casual chat as they wandered deeper into the embrace of the great hall.
