Beggar's Night
Angela Talbert has hosted salacious parties with an erotic theme for a decade by the time we intrude on the goings on at Round Top on Beggar's Night. Angela is an enabler. She brings men and women of like minds together in the safety of her gated residence together. Bondage, S&M, and an orgy or two are on the menu. All those in attendance are privy to the rules. All are asked to choose a
safe word
that will get them out of situations that exceed the limits of their wants or their endurance. Of course there are usually individuals or couples who decide to go the affair without a
safe word
. The prime example is Ursula Diehl and her husband, Donny. Both wore the golden amulet that advised there was no safe word in their immediate future. It was common knowledge that Ursula loved to hurt and be hurt and Donny loved to watch his wife brutalized. All, man or woman, were encouraged to lay a lash on Ursula's robust body.
Jonathan Edwards and Rita Cerrone are the two new-bee at this year's pagan celebration. Angela hopes to get Jonathan and Rita together before the sun rises on Halloween.
Rita Cerrone, the lady in latex caused a stir when Kara, Ms. Talbert's live-in housekeeper, took her coat. There was a lot to be said for that reaction considering the attire that circulated about the living room. Only Kathy Jorgenson's costume was greeted with greater enthusiasm. Kathy's outfit consisted of a blindfold which she wore on her forehead for safety sake and low heeled open-toed slippers. The blindfold would come into play once Angela advises she has picked Kathy a partner for at least a part of Beggar's Night. There was nothing else to hinder one's view of Ms. Jorgenson. The dark nipples which topped her heavy breasts stood slightly below the perpendicular.
"Who is she?" Jerry Hollingsworth had asked when he saw Kathy standing naked at the top of the stairs. Once he was privy to the woman's identity he left well enough alone for the paralegal was purported to be Angela Talbert's full-time lover and part time party favor. Jerry understood it would be Angela's decision which one of her guest would be the first to enjoy Kathy's trim young body. Jerry Hollingsworth, adventurous as he was did not dare cross Angela no matter how desirable the circumstance.
Jonathan Edwards noted Rita had an older woman's mouth with a few wrinkles he'd ignore if things went as well as Angela had said. Her mouth was mismatched to that hard youthful shape that drew him across the living room crowded with costumed guests. She smelled of a flower the name of which eluded Jonathan.
The woman wore a small black latex dress just as Ms. Talbert had promised. Her legs were bare, athletically sculpted as was the rest of what Jonathan was able to perceive through the fabric that clung to her flesh. When she turned toward the sound of his voice, tiny bells hanging from the rings fastened to the backs of her black strapped sandals and from her ears tolled a dissonant harmony.
The woman stood taller than the five-two printed on the front of her driver's license, high on five inch heels. The tapered silver spikes clicked on the flagstone in the foyer. It was then that Jonathan first noticed those beautiful feet.
Jonathan was at Rita's elbow sudden-like. He made little of the lines that formed around her mouth when she frowned at his impetuosity. But cruel words cut to the bone and sent him scurrying back from where he came red faced. And so it was that their initial encounter was inconsequential, just short of a total bust.
Perhaps Ms. Talbert was wrong he thought as he settled himself taking in the sights. Had he been able to reach out with his eyes Ursula Diehl might have felt his warmth on the soft insides of her thighs. One long look at her pale flesh and the black curls that bristled out along the edges of the thong she wore was all he chanced. He was quick to withdraw his gaze once the woman's blue eyes found him searching. Had he been brave he thought he'd whisper a sweet nothing into her ear for Ursula wore the golden amulet that signaled
anything goes
. While he was aroused by the sight of Ursula's bare belly the older lady in latex had squashed his bravado with unkind words.
It took a formal introduction by Ms. Talbert to smooth his ruffled sensibilities. Angela had made things right with Rita, a renewal of her original offer whispered into Rita's ear to soothe the woman's feigned indignation.
"He's yours, Rita, the one we talked about."
Angela Talbert wanted them together on that black night; another unusual pairing that she was so fond of perpetuating. Like many of her guests that night, Angela found pleasure observing others going about practicing their various perversions in plain sight.
How sweet it would have been had Alice Gavin accepted, Angela thought as she left Rita and Jonathan to themselves in the living room. She believed Alice and Rita would have made an interesting couple given the proper situation. But Doctor Gavin took ill that Saturday afternoon and Alice called with their apology.
After the ruffled feathers were smoothed, Rita Cerrone took some time to learn more about the young man Angela had picked as her partner for the evening. With one leg crossed over the other and Rita's libido piqued by the man's size and his scent, Jonathan was having a difficult time with the view Rita provided. A gentleman does not stare like a school boy. But how can I do otherwise he asked of himself. Rita's cunt was right there; a lovely pink gash.
Jonathan worked for his father's construction company and by the looks of him, he worked hard. He was unattached and strong and twenty-nine, the same age Andrew Lynch had been when Rita first met him seven years ago. Unlike Andrew, Jonathan was somewhat shy though attentive to her every move.
Rita had had a miserable time of it since Andrew's death. She slipped into seclusion of her own choosing shunning everyone except her daughters. Before she realized, Holly and Colleen were off on their own unable to answer why Mom was the way she was for they were not privy to the details of Andrew's disappearance.
There on the love seat with Jonathan Rita sensed hope; possibly an end to the loneliness basking in the warm glow of Jonathan's green eyes.
"This arrangement I am proposing need not be not long term," Angela had reminded Rita when they spoke by phone that morning.
Later that evening, they happened to be apart from the others at the kitchen counter working Italian dressing through the greens.
Jonathan turned to find Rita inches away from his face. The kiss was inevitable, returned fiercely, unrelentingly, requited until Diana Givens murmured her disapproval from the doorway. Diana came on them in search of the salad for the buffet silently on stocking feet, having relinquished her shoes and her bra to Jerry Hollingsworth and Angela in the master bedroom soon after arriving at Round Top.
Rita dropped her right hand away from the front of Jonathan's woolen robe before acknowledging the other woman's displeasure.
"This just won't do," Diana warned. "You don't begin without Angela's direction. You don't know how she gets."
After Diana took her leave and the salad from the table, Rita and Jonathan could not think of a logical reason to remain concealed.
"Kiss me like you die, Jon," Rita said.
Rita was feverish. Jonathan breathless by the time the commotion in the hallway separated them.
""I've heard Angela gets off watching," Jonathan said. "It's all part of the rituals." The coarse surface of the burnoose hanging from his broad shoulder scratched at Rita's cheek as she sought the warmth of his body through the layers of wool with her busy hands.
"Have you ever been punished willingly?" Jon asked with some apprehension.
