This is the forty-second episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
"Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.
The playhouse was actually a tiny theater. I remembered Kelly describing it to me when she first told me about Evergreen.
I glanced around the room while the men were taking their seats. A stage occupied most of the space at the end of the room opposite the door. The stage was large enough to accommodate a double bed. I knew that partly from observation, but I also knew it because my wife had described some of the sex shows that took place on this stage. This evening the only furniture on the stage was a single ornate French Provincial chair.
Three love seats, a couch and four leather arm chairs were arranged in a casual semicircle around the front of the stage. The walls of this windowless room were decorated with six floor to ceiling oil paintings depicting characters from Greek and Roman mythology engaged in graphic sex acts.
A sideboard to the left of the door served as the bar. To the right of the door there was a small table with a stereo amplifier on it. An MP3 player was connected to the amplifier.
"Bunny, Cookie we need seven rusty nails." It was Kelly. I remembered her telling me that rusty nails were an after dinner tradition at both Eagle Lake and Evergreen.
I nudged Kirby. "Come on, I'll set up the glasses and fill them with ice cubes. You can pour the liquor."
We walked over to the sideboard. As I was preparing the glasses Kirby said, "Timmy, the only Scotch here is eighteen year old Chivas Regal."
A quick look confirmed Kirby's observation. I shrugged. "I guess that must be what we're supposed to use."
Shaking his head, Kirby whispered; "Shit Timmy, I've never even tasted this stuff."
"Kirby, we both now have good jobs. Let's buy a bottle this weekend."
As Kirby measured and poured two ounces of the Scotch into each of the glasses he said, "We could do that, couldn't we."
"Kirby, we not only could do it, we can do it."
"Do you really want to? I mean it's kind of expensive."
"We'll share it with everyone. It will be fun."
As he poured an ounce of Drambuie into each of the glasses, Kirby grinned at me and said; "Life really is good, isn't it Timmy."
"Yeah Kirb, it really is."
Kirby helped me arrange the glasses on a silver serving tray. As I was carrying the drinks over to the girls and their men, Tonya walked into the room. Donald Kline was scurrying along on his hands and knees behind her. She was leading him on a leash.
"Come Twinkles, the women are going to put on a show for the men. You can watch too." Tonya led Donald over to one of the leather arm chairs. As soon as she sat down Donald took his place on his knees at her feet.
When she saw this Tonya shook her head. "No Twinkles, I don't want you to kneel. I want you to be comfortable for this show." She pulled her leather skirt up to her waist and spread her knees apart, exposing her naked pussy. "Sit between my legs."
Donald quickly repositioned himself so that he was kneeling between Tonya's parted thighs.
"No Twinkles, I instructed you to sit. I really do want you to be comfortable while you watch these three beautiful women dance."
After he'd moved so that he was actually sitting between Tonya's legs she gently pulled Donald's head back so that it was resting against her naked cunt. "That's much better Twinkles. Are you comfortable now?"
"Yes Mistress Natasha, I am."
"Twinkles you're about to watch these women dance naked for their men. That will excite the men, won't it."
"Yes Mistress Natasha, it will."
"Will it excite you Twinkles?"
"Yes Mistress Natasha, it will."
"What's going to happen to these men after the women excite them?"
"The women will have sex with them."
"Will anyone be having sex with you Twinkles?"
Everyone in the room had picked up on Tonya and Donald's conversation and all of us were now listening intently. Watching Donald, it was obvious that he was well aware of this.
Looking around, nobody was laughing or shocked or acting judgmental. All of us, especially his three friends, understood what was happening. This was a humiliation session for Donald and it was what he wanted. It was something that he craved as much as the oral sex and fucking that the other men would soon be getting.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he answered; "No Mistress Natasha, no one will be having sex with me."
"Why not Twinkles?"
"Because I'm a pathetic lover. I have a tiny little penis and I cum quickly."
I watched Donald. In his eyes I could see the combination of humiliation and excitement that he was experiencing. He was embarrassed and ashamed, but he was also thrilled. I suspected that only a submissive masochist could understand that reaction.
Tonya continued pushing him. "You're not really much of a man are, you Twinkles."
"No Mistress Natasha I'm not."
"You're more like a little boy, aren't you. That's why you're wearing those pink pajamas."
"Yes Mistress Natasha."
I glanced over at Kelly and Tyler. They were on one of the love seats. Kelly was sitting on Tyler's lap. Tyler was shaking his head while my wife slowly ran her fingers through his hair."
"Do you ever get to fuck anyone Twinkles?"
"No Mistress Natasha. My pathetic little penis is never permitted to enter a woman's vagina."
