Alexander did not have to wait long to find out. After ordering a cold drink and a few snacks for the group he sat back and sighed.
"What...the hell...was that?" Randal said turning inwards on the table facing them all. "What just happened?"
The others shrugged.
"Did you feel it to?" Asked Victor the youngest and smallest of their group, speaking up for the first time that night.
Jameson snorted, "Nah, Vic, we are all sitting here in wonder cause we want to know where they got such lovely tapestries."
The laughed and Al looked sheepish. "Just a question..."
"Yeah.." Alex said with a nod, "Yeah Vic, we felt it too."
Jameson and Fredrick shook their heads, "Felt, isn't the word mate...but here comes the grub."
They dug in as the music and chatter filled the Hall making them all relax a little.
"Everything alright, Gents?" They looked up and there was Olinda standing proudly at Alexander's elbow.
"Everything's great Miss Reiter." Jameson piped up.
She laughed, "Miss Reiter...how quaint." She placed a jewel clad ring on Alexander's shoulder and smiled, "Did you enjoy the act?"
"Oh yes...but...how did she do it?"
"Do what?"
"Well...you know...how did she...the images...the Highwayman..."
Olinda shrugged, "She has a gift."
And that was all she said before moving off.
Not too long after that the lights went down again. Olinda stepped out unto the stage to the cheers of the Forbidden Flowers patrons. She smiled and gave a pause, "Did you enjoy yourselves?" She asked.
The crowed cheered in response and the round hipped Mistress smiled, "Good, I'm glad. Because it's time for the show to go on!" She sauntered center stage and placed a big roll of cloth on the lounging chair. They watched as she unclipped the roll and slid it down to reveal a long strip of perfectly black fur. The fur covered the chair completely and Olinda mounted it the way one might a lover. The silted robes swung open revealing her short but well formed legs. Alexander watched her swing them playfully letting his eyes linger on the smooth skin.
"Fur..." She said after a moment. "Such a sweet fabric...soft...smooth...-bestial-." She ran her hands over the black fur giving an audible moan. "Don't you think?"
But the crowd couldn't answer...a form had made itself known on the catwalk...it was undeniably feminine...and undeniably naked. She crawled forward on her hands and knees like an animal. Her large breasts swaying and slender hips rocking as she moved......but Olinda couldn't see her. Was this part of the show? Alexander couldn't tell. He sat forward placing his hands on his knees.
Show or not Olinda continued to talk, her smooth sultry voice filling the room as she started to gently rock herself over the fur. "It's barbaric the way fur can arouse...when brushed against the right places." She ground herself purposefully against the seat, her hands gripping the sides as her toes curled in delight.
It was then the other woman pounced, springing up in a wild display of acrobatics. For a moment it looked as if she might pounce the sultry Mistress. But just before she touched down Olinda rolled to the side nimbly.
The second woman was a shock to the senses. She was a soft golden color...and her skin seemed to be speckled with leopard like spots....starting from her brow and continuing all the way down her neck, over her breasts and ass. She was a true catwoman. Her amber green eyes flashed across the audience and Alexander spotted sharp needle like fangs. He half rose in his seat as she gave a theatrical his towards Olinda....but Olinda was already prepared. She whipped a long thick length of leather cracking it....the whip snapped at the feet of the leopard female. The female blinked but remained stubborn looking as if she might still pounce.
"Bad kitty!" Olinda said snapping the whip again, hitting the female across the flank. The female gave a gasp of surprise and immediately sank to the ground, rolling to her belly exposing a long expanse of perfectly white skin. Olinda tossed her loose locks over her shoulder and looked out over the crowd.
"This naughty kitten is called Keesa, and I found her wandering with her pride of cat-women in Africa...I caught her...brought her back here...and trained her as a pet. However...she is a wild thing...and normally I'd say she needs strong handling...but..." Olinda trailed her fingers over the soft belly of the other woman, her nails gliding gently over the sensitive flesh. Alexander smiled...he could hear Keesa purring.
"However, now that she's being a good little kitten...I think I'll let her pick someone to have a little fun with...but who?"