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.
"I don't enjoy pain," Rita answered. "Never have... not in years," she corrected. "Seven to be exact."
"Would you find any pleasure or have an interest punishing me?" Jonathan asked.
Rita stepped away from the young man shaking her head in disbelief, not sure if he was being serious or toying with her sensibilities. She recalled a cold November night when another young man offered her his body.
Rita was without a stitch beneath the tight black dress. The latex was taut over her beautifully rounded bottom. Her bottom quivered with the feminine sway of her boyishly narrow hips.
Rita's girlish enthusiasm and her pleasingly small features had Jonathan wondering. But he had the good sense not to question the candles on her cake.
The truth be known, never if Rita had her way, she had been born five years to the day before his own mother's birth. Years earlier, Rita Cerrone had advantaged her cause by ten years with a sweep of her pen on the reapplication for a 'lost' New York State driver's license. The examiner looked up from the paper then ignored the error and a decade vanished from the calendar. Four mornings at the Y and evening dance class twice a week competed her deception.
If the truth were revealed, Jonathan would hold the lie fast to his heart for he was not concerned with the differences in their ages, only the outcome of this hallowed night. She had been promised to him on the occasion of his acceptance of Angela's invitation.
"Someone to teach you a thing or two," Angela had said to him as he stood fixated by the watercolors hanging in the foyer where he'd just finished grouting the stone floor.
The denim cutoffs Jonathan wore were short and tight across his backside. Rita will enjoy him, Angela told herself silently while she admired the choice she made; someone to fulfill the promise she'd made to her newest client.
The paintings in the foyer were of a woman whose facial feature were Angela's clad in harnesses of leather and silver trussed up and covered with long welts over the whole of her torsos. The fiery colors and the liberal application of the lash wet Jonathan's appetite and enflamed more that his imagination. The swelling of his member behind a layer of denim was a sight that Angela appreciated with a sinister smile that he failed to see.
"A pressing appointment prevents me from giving you a preview of what you might expect if you're brave enough to show." The air around Angela was scented with her powder, the shampoo she used that morning, and her perfume. The fragrances disrupted his senses as did her bold remark.
"But if you can make it on Saturday..."
Her hands were carelessly on Jonathan and her touch backed him toward the door.
By the time Jonathan Edwards reached the end of the long winding driveway, he decided he was sufficiently interested to accept Ms. Talbert's offer.
The black dress had been delivered by messenger to Rita Cerrone's home on the Thursday morning before the Halloween weekend along with Ms. Talbert's note.
"The path not taken is forever lost. Come walk with me."
The single line on the enclosed note was meant to taunt and entice Rita, to amplify poetically the suggestions Angela made at their last meeting on the previous Friday.
There were a number of emotional intimacies that bound Rita and the attorney together that afternoon. Rita spoke directly and to the point, providing details she had withheld on the day of her initial consultation.
