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“Which do you prefer?” asked Laura.

“Festivals are the most fun, but they are also the most demanding,” Evelyn replied.

“Yes, clubs are easier. Festivals expect something special, so there’s a lot of preparation involved,” said Lila. “But they also allow you to be more elaborate, more artistic, so they give you more of a buzz.”

“We actually like to do both,” said Evelyn.

“The best thing is being able to do both,” said Lila.

“Then there are special events,” added Evelyn.

“Yes, we’re going on a cruise in March,” said Lila.

“A cruise?” asked Fiona.

“Yes, a short cruise. It’s only four nights, but it’s a lot of fun.”

“It’s basically a non-stop party,” said Evelyn, “so four nights is probably enough.”

“I guess the shows are more like festivals than clubs?” asked Fiona.

“Yes, there’s no nudity, but the shows are edgy,” said Lila. “You get very close to being nude.”

“What’s close to nude?” asked Laura.

Lila chuckled. “Well let’s just say I have some bras that show more than they hide.”

“It’s really nothing like a club atmosphere,” said Evelyn. “They use pretty big boats for these cruises, so the shows usually take place in big venue with a big audience. It’s very theatrical.”

“I had no idea that being a burlesque dancer was so varied,” said Fiona.

“Oh it’s very varied,” Evelyn replied. “Some festivals combine burlesque with comedy.”

“And some combine it with storytelling, parody, and social commentary,” Lila added.

“So dancing in clubs is just the beginning?” asked Fiona.

“Clubs are the beginning and also the end,” Evelyn replied. “Because you always come back to clubs in the end.”

“It’s where most of the work is,” added Lila.

“The rest is fun though,” said Evelyn. “If you carry on dancing, perhaps you’ll take part in a festival yourself one day?”

Laura cleared her throat, her voice soft but firm. “Let’s not plan the future just yet. Fiona’s had a big night. Let’s stick to celebrating that for now.”

“Aw…” said Evelyn. “You’re very possessive, Laura.”

“It’s more protective than possessive,” Laura replied. I just want to make sure that Fiona does what she wants to, because she wants to, and not because she’s the new favorite toy of you two.”

Evelyn laughed, not taking offense. “We’re guilty as charged, Laura. We’re enthusiasts. We’ve allowed Fiona’s potential to enchant us.”

“But we’ll respect your wishes not to talk about the future,” said Lila, “and stick to celebrating Fiona’s big night.”

“Talking of celebrating, it looks like our glasses need refilling,” said Evelyn. “Allow me to do the honors,” she said, lifting the big Champagne bottle.

Fiona lifted her refilled glass, but didn’t put it to her lips for the moment, as something was playing on her mind. "I don't mind the talk, Laura. It’s actually quite exciting to think about—"

"It’s a lot to process in one night, darling," Laura interrupted, her voice dropping an octave. It wasn't just firm, it was a territorial claim. She reached out, her hand finding Fiona’s thigh and squeezing, a gesture that was half-comfort, half-anchor. "One successful night doesn't mean you have to start considering your next steps so quickly. Give yourself some time to think things over."

“Laura, this is more than protective,” said Evelyn. “You’re really being very possessive."

"Maybe I am,” Laura shot back. “But I don’t want Fiona to simply become your project. She's..." Laura paused, her breath hitching as she looked away from Evelyn and back at Fiona. The intensity in her eyes was startling, a mixture of fierce devotion and a shadowy, jagged sort of hunger. "She’s mine to look after. I’m the one who knows what she can handle."

Evelyn very calmly took a slow, deliberate sip of her Champagne, her eyes dancing over the rim of the glass. She didn’t appear to be intimidated by Laura’s stiff posture. If anything, the friction seemed to amuse her. “You know, Laura,” she eventually said, her voice smooth as silk, “possession can so easily become a cage. Fiona is a natural. To keep her tucked away in the wings when she could be making her mark at a gala… well, that would be a tragedy for the art form, wouldn’t it? Don’t you think so?”

“You misunderstand,” said Laura. “It’s not my intention to keep Fiona from anything. I just want to make sure that she takes things one step at a time. That way, she won’t get sucked into anything she hasn’t properly thought through. By the way, possession can hardly be a cage when the person possessed is happy to be a person possessed. And by happy I don’t just mean that she agrees, I mean she wants it. She craves it.”

“You know, we had this conversation before,” said Lila. “Three weeks ago, if I’m not mistaken.”

"Yes, I remember,” Laura replied. “But it seems necessary to make the same point again.”

“About wanting to be controlled?” said Lila. “Well it’s an interesting dynamic. And I gather that it works for you, so I’m the last person who would ever take issue with it. But do you really keep it up all the time? Don’t you ever loosen the reins a little? Not even at a celebration?

Laura’s fingers tightened on Fiona’s thigh. Not painfully, but enough to make the fabric of her dress crease under the pressure. "Some things are absolute," Laura said, her voice low and deliberate. "They aren’t meant to be loosened." The words hung in the air for a moment.

Fiona felt conflicted. As always, she had felt a thrill at being claimed by Laura, but on this occasion had also felt that her closing down the conversation with Evelyn and Lila was unnecessary. "Laura," she murmured, “I know you're looking out for me and I appreciate that. But I'm not fragile."

Laura’s grip on Fiona’s thigh eased, not a retreat, but a recalibration. Her thumb stroked the crease she’d just pressed into Fiona’s dress, smoothing the fabric with slow, deliberate motions. The silence stretched taut between them, broken only by the clink of Evelyn setting down her flute.

“I’m surprised,” said Laura at last. “I thought you knew who owned you.” “I do,” said Fiona, smiling at Laura and putting her hand on top of hers. “But being owned doesn’t mean I need to be protected.” She squeezed Laura’s hand. “They are two different things.”

Silence fell again, Laura appearing to be lost in thought. Fiona’s thumb traced the edge of Laura’s knuckles, deliberately slowly, while the Champagne flute in her other hand trembled, caused by the electric current of Laura’s gaze locked onto hers. "You’re right," Laura eventually conceded, “I don’t need to guard you from Evelyn and Lila. We’re all friends here and all want the best for you.”

“That’s the spirit,” said Evelyn. “Besides, we would never push Fiona into anything too quickly. We were only talking about things that may be possible in the future, not making plans as such.”

“Yes, none of our talk means anything right now,” said Lila. “So far, Fiona hasn’t even said she’s going to dance again, so it’s just general chat about what she could do if she does want to dance again.”

“Talking of dancing, is someone going to get up and dance now?” asked Evelyn. “Because a celebration should be more than just drinking Champagne.”

“I’ve already danced twice tonight,” said Fiona. “Plus I’m the guest of honor,” she said, laughing, “so you should be dancing to entertain me.”

“You want - me - to dance?” asked Evelyn. “Okay, I can do that for you.”

“You and Lila,” said Fiona. “Together.”

Evelyn and Lila exchanged a glance, reading each other’s thoughts. “I’ll put some music on,” said Evelyn, with Lila nodding in reply.

Once the music was playing, Evelyn returned to the middle of the room where Lila was waiting for her, and they immediately began to dance. For a few moments, they stood apart, before Evelyn closed the distance between them, her hand sliding firmly to the small of Lila’s back, pulling her in until their hips brushed with every slow, synchronized step.

They stayed like this and swayed so very close together for some time, until the music shifted into a languid, bass-heavy rhythm that sounded almost like a heartbeat. Lila then broke away and moved around Evelyn, positioning herself just slightly behind her, close enough to react, but far away enough to make every movement deliberate.

Evelyn's hips began a slow, sinuous roll, the motion traveling up her spine like a lit fuse. Lila mirrored the movement a half-beat behind, not following, but answering, their bodies conversing in a language of sway and counter-sway. Then Lila moved around Evelyn again, the two coming face to face again, Evelyn again pulling Lila into an intimate embrace.

Fiona was impressed with what she saw, but not satisfied. Watching Evelyn and Lila excited her and she wanted more from them. She debated with herself on whether to ask them to undress, but as a guest in their home she wasn’t sure if she was in a position to make such requests. In the end, she decided to speak up, but beat around the bush a little.

Speaking just loud enough to make sure that her voice carried over the music, Fiona prompted Evelyn and Lila to go further with their performance. “You two are the best. Your dance skills are wonderful.” She clapped her hands a few times. “Perhaps you could be more daring too?”

Evelyn and Laura parted slightly, so that they could exchange one of their glances. They then both turned to look at Fiona, Evelyn with a noticeable smirk on her face. Lila then broke away and moved around Evelyn, as she had before, positioning herself just slightly behind her. Fiona could only wait with bated breath, wondering if her prompt would be heeded.

Lila placed her hands on Evelyn’s shoulders, pausing for a moment, before reaching for the straps of her dress, and pulling them down. The dress pooled at Evelyn’s elbows, baring her shoulders and revealing the swell of her breasts beneath a lacy black bra. Fiona’s throat went dry. With just the four of them in the room, this felt extremely intimate.

Lila gently tugged Evelyn’s dress lower, until it fell around her hips, clinging there for a couple of moments, before she tugged it even lower, revealing Evelyn’s matching black panties. The dress pooled at her feet, Evelyn unhurriedly stepping out of it, then picking it up and calmly placing it on the armchair she’d previously been sitting in.

Evelyn turned to face Lila again, who in turn turned around, presenting her back to Evelyn. Repeating Lila’s moves exactly, Evelyn placed her hands on Lila’s shoulders, pausing for a moment, before her fingers found the straps of Lila’s dress, pulling them down. Fiona felt her pulse spiking. Watching Evelyn and Lila do this in their own home was mind blowing.

Lila’s dress slowly slipped away, falling to her hips to reveal a dark green bra enclosing her voluptuous breasts. The dress clung to her hips for a couple of moments, before suddenly it was gone, slipping away and revealing her matching dark green panties. As Evelyn had done, Lila placed her dress on the armchair she’d previously been sitting in.

Laura’s fingers gripped Fiona’s thigh tightly, a reminder to Fiona that she shouldn’t get too carried away in her appreciation of Evelyn and Lila’s performance, despite the rising excitement she felt at the spectacle unfolding before her. The private show that Evelyn and Lila had given backstage a couple of weeks ago had been sexy, but this was on another level.

Evelyn and Lila came together again for another close embrace, gently swaying together for a few moments, before Lila turned away and presented her back. Evelyn reached out, briefly placing her hands on Lila's shoulders, then moving lower, finding the clasp of Lila’s dark green bra. Then she paused, looking at Fiona with a smirk. It was a calculated tease.

It was a tease that worked, Fiona finding herself agog with anticipation, her mind and body both thrumming with suspense as she waited impatiently for Evelyn to continue. Laura read the deliberate provocation and tightened her grip on Fiona’s thigh, another reminder to Fiona to keep a lid on her excitement and remember who she was with.

Evelyn’s fingers still lingered at the clasp of Lila’s bra, but now she finally relented and released it, following up by pushing the bra away entirely. Lila immediately covered her breasts with her hands, as though shocked at the sudden reveal, but soon relented too, smiling and taking her hands away, gently shaking her breasts from side to side.

Fiona literally felt her jaw dropping. As she became aware of it, she quickly closed her mouth, and tried to look as nonchalant as possible, to cover up her excitement. She still marveled at the sight of Lila’s bare breasts, so full and so pert, and so openly on display in such an intimate setting, but she managed to keep her reaction largely internal.

Lila’s breasts were still shaking slightly, but now her hands toyed with them, before gently squeezing them, testing Fiona even further. She decided to raise her Champagne glass to her lips, a good way she thought of disguising her reaction. Lila now turned to face Evelyn again, who in turn turned around, presenting her back to Lila.

With a wink to Fiona, Lila reached out, placing her hands on Evelyn's shoulders, then moving them lower to find the clasp of her black bra. While her fingers lingered there, for what seemed like an eternity, Evelyn turned her head to look at Fiona, giving her a knowing smirk. Lila finally released the clasp and pulled the bra away.

As Lila had done when her breasts were revealed, Evelyn immediately covered her breasts with her hands, as though shocked at the sudden exposure. But like Lila too, she soon relented, moving her hands to her hips and standing with a smoldering look, quite still, holding her head high, positively flaunting her alluring bare breasts.

Evelyn eventually turned toward Lila again, the two coming together for another close embrace, gently swaying together, their breasts almost touching, before Lila turned away and presented her back to Evelyn once more. Evelyn now ran her hands down Lila's sides, her touch deliberately slow as she arrived at waistband of those dark green panties.

Fiona realized that she must have been showing her excitement, as she felt Laura’s fingers tighten again on her thigh, but in the circumstances she was finding it hard not to show excitement. She took a small sip of Champagne, watching over her glass as Evelyn's fingers finally hooked into the waistband of Lila's panties, slowly pulling them down.

Lila was now naked and Fiona thought she looked breathtaking. Evelyn would soon be naked too, as she had turned her back on Lila, who had moved close behind her and now hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black panties. Lila paused, a clear tease, but only a brief one, and she soon slid the panties down Evelyn’s legs.

Fiona gazed at them both, thinking that Evelyn looked breathtaking too. They came together again for another close embrace, bare breast pressing against bare breast, a sight that thrilled Fiona. She had seen them do that before, but watching them do it in their own home made it much more intimate. The atmosphere suddenly seemed incredibly charged.

Evelyn and Lila melted into a kiss, still holding each other tight, their hands finding each other's backsides, their breasts still pressed close together. When they broke, they both gave Fiona a quick glance before they very gracefully sank to the floor. In a kneeling position on the thick carpet they came together and kissed again.

Fiona decided that Evelyn and Lila had truly gone the extra mile tonight and really given her a show to remember. She watched them mouth to mouth and breast to breast and felt that their show was almost sexy beyond words. Then gazing at their breasts, she noticed how hard their nipples had become, and she realized with a start that this wasn’t just a show, they were both genuinely aroused.

Evelyn and Lila suddenly broke their kiss and Evelyn stretched out on the carpet, like a cat in the sunlight. Lila followed her down, her mouth hovering over her left nipple. Fiona felt the moment stretch, taut as a piano wire, before Lila's lips descended and fastened around the nipple, while the fingers of her left hand found Evelyn’s other nipple, squeezing it hard.

To Fiona, the room seemed to suddenly shrink into a very tight space, leaving nothing but herself and Laura on the sofa, and Evelyn and Lila right in front of them. Lila’s work on Evelyn’s nipples was relentless, until she released them momentarily, simply switching her mouth to the right nipple and now using her fingers on the left.

Fiona felt almost dazed by the spectacle before her. She couldn’t be bothered to feign nonchalance anymore, being spellbound by the two naked women before her. Fortunately, she heard Laura's breath hitch beside her. It was barely audible, but Fiona caught it, the sound sending a jolt of electricity down her spine, as she realized that Laura was now seriously excited too.

Lila now ceased her attention to Evelyn’s nipples, but only because her hands wanted to devour her breasts as a whole. Her palms slid up Evelyn’s ribs with the slow certainty of a rising tide, fingers splaying to claim the full weight of her breasts, but not squeezing, just firmly caressing. The motion drew a gasp from Evelyn that seemed to echo in the charged silence.

To Fiona’s surprise, Lila suddenly lifted herself away from Evelyn, but it soon became clear why. It was simply Lila’s turn to stretch out on the carpet, her long blonde hair a contrast to the dark fibers it rested on. Evelyn needed no encouragement to follow, her hands quickly falling on Lila’s breasts, caressing them firmly in a fashion similar to that which Lila had used on her.

Laura’s hand was still on Fiona’s thigh, but her grip had slackened. Fiona stole a quick glance at Laura and saw the reason why. She looked captivated by Evelyn and Lila, who appeared to be holding her full attention. Fiona smiled at seeing Laura watching so keenly. It was a thrill to know that it wasn’t just herself that was gripped by Evelyn and Lila. Laura was fully on board for the ride too.

Evelyn’s mouth was now working hard on one of Lila’s nipples, while her fingers pinched and rolled the other. Fiona leaned forward, elbows on her knees. It was a posture that would have usually earned Laura's chiding, but now Laura simply followed her example, leaning forward too, as they both positioned themselves closer to the action unfolding before them.

Evelyn now switched her mouth from one nipple to the other, working it with some vigor. Her fingers worked the other nipple, also with some vigor, pulling and twisting it. Then satisfied with her work, her hands trailed down Lila’s body, over the plane of her stomach, a slow and teasing descent that made Fiona’s own skin prickle with anticipation.

Lila's fingers tangled in Evelyn's hair, not guiding, just anchoring, as Evelyn's hands skimmed across Lila’s inner thighs, spreading them wider and then dipping between them. Evelyn’s fingers now moved with a rhythmic certainty, slow drags upward, a teasing pause at the crest, then swift, vibrating strokes downward that made Lila’s hips jerk off the carpet.

Evelyn's mouth suddenly replaced her fingers between Lila’s spread legs, her tongue darting out to hit Lila’s sweetest spot, quickly settling into another rhythm. Lila gently moaned, not a big sound but a sound that struck Fiona as being big in such a charged atmosphere. Evelyn’s tongue continued to press and soon made Lila’s hips jerk again.

To Fiona’s surprise, there was suddenly a role reversal, with Evelyn now lying back and Lila moving over her. Not wasting any time on this occasion, Lila quickly spread Evelyn’s legs and smoothed her hands teasingly over her inner thighs. Before long, she moved higher, right between her legs, her fingers zeroing in on the place Evelyn wanted them the most.

As Lila’s fingers worked away, Evelyn’s own fingers grasped at the plush carpet and her head rolled gently from side to side. She let out a small sigh, which seemed strangely loud to Fiona as her senses were feeling heightened. The sight of Evelyn like this, when she was usually so composed, so effortlessly commanding, sent a bolt of heat straight to Fiona’s core.

Lila’s mouth now descended on Evelyn, her tongue flicking away between her legs with a relentless and perfectly steady beat. Evelyn sighed again, for much longer this time, and the sound seemed to vibrate closely around Fiona’s ears. Then Lila suddenly lifted away from Evelyn, Fiona looking on with bated breath, agog to know what was coming next.

Lila settled herself down, stretching her naked body out on the carpet again, but spreading her legs as she did so. Fiona wondered if the leg spread was meant to deliberately expose herself as much as possible, Lila perhaps being intent on showing everything to her two watchers, but Evelyn then sat down between Lila’s legs and it became apparent what was really going on.

Evelyn positioned herself very carefully, spreading her own legs, placing her right leg over Lila’s left thigh, and placing her left leg under Lila’s right thigh. Then she shuffled forward, moving her body in closer until she was tight against Lila. Fiona recognized this as scissoring. It wasn’t something that she and Laura had done, but she’d seen it depicted and knew what it was.

Evelyn and Lila were now locked together, their bodies interwoven in the scissoring position. It became clear that Evelyn was the one doing the work, and Fiona watched, mesmerized, as she rolled her hips with clear intent, her motion looking fluid and practiced. Fiona took a deep breath, as the air seemed to thicken around her with every roll of Evelyn’s hips.

Evelyn continued to press against Lila, her grinding motion slow but very steady. It was clear that the relentless grind was working well for both of them, from the looks on their faces to the gasps they both started to make. As their increasing arousal became quite obvious, Fiona felt transfixed at the intimate spectacle taking place so close to her.

Their gasps became louder, sharper, the sound ringing in Fiona’s ears. The way they were both reacting told Fiona that Evelyn’s motions were hitting the right spot for both herself and for Lila, the scissor lock no doubt providing plenty of contact on both their clits. To Fiona it was a breathtaking sight, watching two such attractive women in such intimacy and such intensity.

Evelyn and Lila continued with their intense action, keeping their eyes trained on each other, their gazes firm and unyielding, not missing a second of eye contact. As far as Fiona could tell, they appeared to have completely forgotten that they weren’t alone in the room, so focused were they on each other and what they were doing.

The gasps were now incessant, Evelyn and Lila’s arousal increasing, although as their arousal increased, Evelyn’s grind seemed to be wavering, as though she was finding it harder to concentrate. This turned out not to matter much, as they suddenly broke the scissor lock, Evelyn now lying back on the carpet, legs spread, and Lila sitting down between those spread legs.

This was a new scissor lock and Lila was going to be the one who did the work this time. She moved carefully into position, getting in close against Evelyn until the scissor was locked tight between them. She then began to grind against Evelyn, the rhythm of the grind a little faster this time, but the motion still very fluent and looking very practiced.

The gasps of the two women soon resumed, as incessant as before, but a little noisier now, Lila’s actions clearly successful in working both their clits. As their arousal started to escalate, Fiona’s senses seemed to heighten even further, every gasp crackling around her ears and drawing her more deeply into the scene she was watching.

The eye contact between Evelyn and Lila, so solidly maintained until now, was suddenly lost when Evelyn’s gasps were replaced with a lengthy moan and she threw her head to one side, her fingers tangling in her red hair, her breathing noticeably heavy. Lila’s breathing also appeared to be getting heavier, but her grind remained perfectly steady as she pressed on relentlessly.

It was now Lila’s turn to moan, a much shorter moan than Evelyn, but sharper and louder, exploding around Fiona’s ears like a firecracker. Fiona now noticed that her own breathing had become a little heavy, so caught up was she in the erotic action before her and so absorbed was she in the charged atmosphere of the room.

Fiona found the scene utterly compelling, but at the same time she could see it was now close to a conclusion, both women in a state of high arousal and clearly on the edge. In Fiona’s mind, it was simply a question of who would be first. She soon had her answer. It was Evelyn. She suddenly arched off the carpet with a cry, her whole body shuddering quite forcefully.

Lila somehow managed to maintain her grind without interruption, pressing on as Evelyn twitched against the carpet, the waves of her climax now subsiding. But it wasn’t long before Lila reached her own peak, her own body now jerking and shuddering, the force thrusting her upwards, breaking the lock with Evelyn. She then collapsed down against the carpet.

The room fell silent. Even the heavy breathing subsided, allowing the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen to be heard. Fiona was conscious of still leaning forward, literally on the edge of her seat, and so she now sat back in a more relaxed position. As she did so, Laura did exactly the same beside her, the two moving almost in synchrony.

In the intensity of the spectacle she had just witnessed, Fiona had been so riveted to what was unfolding before her that she had not even glanced at Laura for what seemed to be quite some time. She now gave her a look and could tell immediately that she’d enjoyed the show just as much as Fiona had herself. She looked as though she was still buzzing from the experience.

Evelyn sat up, untangling her red hair, and looked at Fiona. “Was that daring enough for you?”

Fiona hesitated, unsure what to say, as she didn’t want to respond in a way that didn’t do justice to what had just taken place. “It was amazing,” she said. “I’m almost lost for words.”

Lila now sat up too, a small smile on her face as she exchanged a glance with Evelyn. “I could do with a drink. Is there any Champagne left?”

“Yes,” said Evelyn, “I’ll pour you some.” She picked up the magnum and refilled all the glasses.

“It was a good decision to save this bottle,” said Lila. “I said if we saved it the right occasion would come along.”

Evelyn nodded, raising her own glass to her lips. As she sipped the Champagne, she studied Fiona and Laura over the rim of the flute. "You two are quiet," she murmured, her lips curving into a knowing smirk. "Overwhelmed or plotting something?" The question hung between them, weighted with the intimate nature of the evening so far.

“What would we be plotting?” asked Laura.

"You tell us," Evelyn chuckled, exchanging a glance with Lila. “I mean we’re having a great party tonight, aren’t we?” Her gaze flicked between Laura and Fiona, before taking another sip of Champagne. “It would be a shame if you two were just here as spectators and didn’t join in with the party spirit,” she said with deliberate provocation.

“Party spirit?” asked Laura. “That’s a quaint way of putting it. But regardless of how you put it, we’ve had this conversation before, not so long ago. Fiona and I don’t share in the way that you’re suggesting.”

“Laura, why don’t you relax? We're all adults here." The challenge in Evelyn’s voice was unmistakable.

"We may be adults," said Laura, “but Fiona’s still very young and still finding her way in the world. There’s a limit on how much you should expect from her. There’s a limit on what she’s ready for,” Fiona’s breath caught at the undercurrent in those words, Laura once again proving to be protective and possessive. “For the record,” added Laura, “I’m not the sharing kind either.”

Evelyn considered the matter, the silence in the room stretching taut as she did so. Fiona really had no idea what she would eventually say, her languid sprawl on the carpet not giving any indication of what she was thinking. She exchanged a glance with Lila, but a few more moments passed without her saying anything. Fiona could feel the tension humming through Laura’s body right beside her.

Finally, Evelyn spoke. “I understand,” she said in a very conciliatory tone. “Let’s not do anything that you feel uncomfortable with.” She and Lila exchanged one of their glances. “But this is still a party. You two could put on a show for us.”

“A show?” asked Laura. “I don’t think so. I’m not a performer.”

"Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport," Evelyn purred. "We’re all friends here."

“And we know that Fiona has an exhibitionist streak," added Lila.

Laura looked at Fiona, but Fiona found her expression unreadable. She looked back across the room at Evelyn and Lila, but didn’t say anything.

“We put on a show for you,” said Evelyn.

“It would be nice if you reciprocated,” Lila added.

Laura still didn’t say anything. The silence stretched, the air in the room crackling with tension.

Evelyn broke the silence. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. Perhaps as an older person you’re more reserved than the rest of us.”

The challenge in Evelyn’s words was blatant. The suggestion that Laura’s age was the issue a deliberate provocation. Fiona sensed the tension that suddenly ran through Laura’s body like a burst of electricity, as she shifted right beside her. Fiona also felt increasingly tense herself, Evelyn’s words echoing in her mind and prickling down her spine.

“I wouldn’t class myself as an older person,” said Laura, trying not to sound annoyed. She looked at Fiona again and immediately Fiona could see that something in her mind had shifted. Evelyn’s words had clearly had an impact. “What do you think, darling?”

Fiona had been willing to do it all along. The idea of putting on a show for Evelyn and Lila really appealed to her, but she hadn’t wanted to put pressure on Laura to agree. If she’d made the discussion seem like three against one, she felt it would have been very disloyal, and still with no way of knowing whether Laura would agree or not. Now she could speak her mind.

“Well, they did put on a show for us,” Fiona said. “And you know I like to be watched.”

Laura turned back to Evelyn and Lila. “Fine,” she said, the word clipped. “But we set the terms.”

Evelyn looked a little surprised. “Terms? This is a party, Laura, not a business transaction.”

“Yes, terms,” Laura replied. “A show means exactly that. A show. No touching. No interruptions. You watch us, nothing more. That’s the rule.”

"Fair enough," Evelyn conceded with a smirk. "We accept those terms and will respect them.”

“We promise to be good little voyeurs," Lila added.

“Before you begin,” said Evelyn, “can I make a request?”

“What kind of request?” asked Laura.

“How about giving us some role play?” Evelyn replied.

“What kind of role play?” asked Laura.

“How about the interviewer and the candidate?”

Laura looked at Fiona. “Are you happy with that?”

Fiona hesitated. “What do I have to do exactly?”

“You pretend to be a job applicant and I’ll interview you for the position,” Laura replied.

Fiona hesitated again. “I’m not sure that I’ll be any good at this. Not without having had some time to prepare.”

“You’ll be fine,” said Evelyn. “Just concentrate on being in character and say what comes naturally.”

Fiona was still a little hesitant. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll give it a go.”

“Make it a casting director and an auditionee,” said Lila.

“Auditionee?” Fiona replied. “Is that even a word?”

“Sure it is,” Lila replied. “Someone who attends an audition is an auditionee. How about it?”

Fiona wasn’t sure whether to be nervous or thrilled. “Okay,” she managed.

Evelyn sensed that Fiona wasn’t feeling that confident. “Concentrate on being the character you’re playing. You’ll be fine.” Fiona nodded.

“Casting director and auditionee then,” said Laura. She looked at Fiona. “Let’s make it convincing.” She emptied her flute and set it down on the coffee table, then straightened her dark hair so that it fell evenly across her shoulders. She looked at Fiona again, questioning, as though asking if she was ready and Fiona nodded.

“So, you’re here to audition for the part of Mary Jones in our big film,” said Laura, suddenly sounding detached and businesslike. “I assume that you’re well aware that Mary Jones is a lesbian character?” “Yes,” replied Fiona.

“And you’re comfortable in a lesbian role?”

“Yes I am,” replied Fiona.

“Okay, we’re going to get you to read some lines, but first can I check that you’ve read the script and appreciate what a romantic film this is? Because we’re looking for someone who can really handle intense romantic scenes. You look very young and might not be ready for such intensity.”

“I’m sure I can handle it,” Fiona replied. “I’m an actor. I can play any part.” “You say that, but some of the most intense scenes in the film contain nudity. How do you feel about nude scenes?” “I’m sure I can handle them,” Fiona replied. “As I said, I’m an actor. I can play any part.”

“Well that’s good. It’s nice to see someone so confident,” said Laura, sounding impressed. “Can you take your dress off for me?”

“Take my dress off?”

“Yes, because there are nude scenes in the film, I need to see what your body looks like. Why, is there a problem?”

“No,” said Fiona. “I can do that for you.” She stood and peeled her dress down, stepping out of it and placing it tidily on the sofa.

“You look great… Turn around for me… That’s good... Now turn back again… Very nice... Just what we’re looking for,” said Laura, sounding impressed again. “Now, slip off your bra and pants for me.”

“Is that necessary?”

“Yes, because Mary Jones is seen fully nude in the film, I need to see what - you - look like fully nude. This is entirely normal procedure. Don’t worry about a thing.”

Fiona complied, unhooking her bra and pulling it away, and then sliding her panties down her legs. She then stood fully naked, waiting for Laura’s approval. As she waited, she became acutely aware of Evelyn and Lila's rapt attention, their eyes tracing every curve of her body.

“Yes, you look great… Turn around for me… That’s good... Now turn back again… Very nice indeed…” Laura continued on with the charade and continued very convincingly. In fact her performance was so convincing and so compelling that Fiona nearly forgot that it was one.

“Now,” said Laura, “lets talk a little more about the intimate scenes in the film. I need to know that you’re going to be convincing in those intimate moments.”

“I can handle intimate scenes,” Fiona replied. “I’m an actor. I can play any part.”

"Yes, I’m sure you can play any part, but acting in intimate scenes isn’t just about playing the part. It’s about embodying desire. Can you do that?"

“I know how to portray desire. I think you’ll find me very convincing.”

“Okay, convince me then.”

“Convince you how?”

Laura got to her feet and stood facing Fiona. “I’ll be your scene partner,” she explained. “Show me how Mary Jones would kiss her lesbian lover.”

Fiona didn’t hesitate, stepping forward and closing the distance between them. She put her arms around Laura, who immediately did the same, locking them into a passionate embrace. The first brush of their mouths was tentative, but the kiss soon deepened, slow and exploratory. The kiss seemed endless, as though it would last an eternity, but eventually Laura broke it.

“How did I do?” asked Fiona.

“We’re not finished yet,” Laura replied. “If you’ve read the script, you’ll know that Mary Jones never stops at a kiss.”

Laura moved back a step to give herself room, then reached for the zipper of her dress, lowering it, and allowing the dress to fall to her waist. Then she released the clasp of her bra, allowing the bra to slip away, before placing it on the sofa. Fiona heard a murmur of appreciation under someone’s breath. It was such a low sound that she couldn’t recognize if it came from Evelyn or Lila.

Laura ignored the background noise, keeping her eyes on Fiona. “You heard what I said. Mary Jones never stops at a kiss.”

There was another murmur from either Evelyn or Lila, which distracted Fiona a little, causing her to hesitate. She flashed a glance in their direction, seeing that they were still following the performance with rapt attention, but were also enjoying whispering to each other as they watched.

“I’m waiting,” said Laura. “You said you knew how to portray desire, so let’s see you prove it. Come on, show me.”

Fiona stepped forward, placing her fingertips on Laura's bare waist, her touch featherlight. Her fingers then drifted upward, slowly and deliberately, over her rib cage, reaching her breasts. Her touch became much heavier now, her hands cupping the breasts, her thumbs firmly flicking the nipples.

A shiver ran through Laura’s body, betraying her otherwise controlled demeanor. It was only a slight shiver, but it was enough for Fiona to catch it, putting a small smirk on her face and spurring her onward. She now worked the breasts thoroughly, kneading them, watching how the nipples stiffened.

Fiona now put her mouth to one of those stiff nipples, her tongue circling it before she sucked it hard. She switched to the other nipple, giving that one exactly the same treatment. Another shiver run through Laura’s body, sharper this time, giving Fiona a feeling of satisfaction at her handiwork.

Laura's fingers suddenly closed around Fiona’s wrists. The sudden grip wasn’t intended to halt her actions, but to guide her touch lower, down the taut plane of her stomach. The silent invitation was unmistakable, but was it just part of the game they were playing? An ostensibly professional move on Laura’s part, a casting director guiding her auditionee, perhaps? Fiona knew it was much more than that, the fire she could see in Laura’s eyes contradicting the idea that her clear invitation was merely a part of the game.

Fiona pulled Laura’s dress over her hips, which caused it to fall to the floor, leaving Laura in her panties. She wasn’t in them for long, as Fiona soon had her thumbs in the waistband, pulling them down. Fully naked now, Laura positioned herself on the sofa, legs spread. Another invitation - and one that Fiona was quick to accept, settling between Laura’s legs, hands caressing her open thighs.

Fiona put her head right down between Laura’s legs, her tongue flicking out, making a series of slow upward strokes. In the background, she could hear Evelyn and Lila whispering again, but she no longer found that distracting. In fact, now she was used to it, the whispering added to the thrill of being watched, being a constant reminder of how she was being observed.

Fiona’s tongue switched to circling Laura's clit, quickly establishing a steady rhythm, pressing hard, and working with relentless precision. Laura soon gasped loudly, her thighs trembling against Fiona’s shoulders at the same time, her fingers finding Fiona’s head and tangling in her hair. Fiona didn't let up, calmly maintaining the rhythm she'd established, as her tongue continued to circle. She was now experienced at pleasuring Laura, knowing exactly how to touch her, and the pressure being applied around her clit soon drew another loud gasp, also causing her hips to jerk erratically.

Laura’s fingers tightened in Fiona’s hair, pulling a little too hard, a sign that her excitement was now building rapidly. She mumbled something about Mary Jones, still playing along with the game, still trying to act out her part, but her breathing was ragged now and Fiona didn’t catch the exact words.

Fiona could feel the tension in Laura coiling tighter and tighter. As it approached breaking point, her thighs suddenly clamped around Fiona's head, holding her like a vice. Laura’s entire body was now taut like a bowstring, signaling to Fiona that she was right on the brink and about to go over.

Laura’s climax hit. With a jagged cry, her back jerked upwards in a sharp arch, lifting her off the sofa in her moment of rapture. Fiona watched as she collapsed back onto the sofa, waves still visibly rolling through her body, reflecting on a job well done. She flashed a quick glance at Evelyn and Lila, hoping to see that they appreciated her efforts and she was rewarded when Lila gave her a wink.

Fiona turned back to Laura. Her convulsions had subsided now, although her breathing was still heavy. “Well, what do you think then? Was I right?”

“Right about what?” asked Laura, still catching her breath.

“I said I could handle intimate scenes,” replied Fiona. “I said you’d find me very convincing.”

Laura took a moment to compose herself. “Your question’s a little premature. We’re not finished yet.” She pushed herself up into a sitting position. “Acting is reacting. Have you heard that expression?”

Fiona hadn’t heard the expression, but as the character she was playing was an actor it seemed likely that she would have heard of it. “Yes, of course.”

“Right, acting is reacting. It’s a core principle of acting. It means the essence of a performance is not what you do, it’s how you respond to what the other person does.”

Fiona nodded. “Yes, of course.”

“So whether you’re convincing or not doesn’t really depend on what you’ve done so far. It depends on how you respond to what I do to you.” Laura reached out and pulled one of Fiona’s nipples, rolling it between finger and thumb. “That’s how you show that you can embody desire.”

Fiona nodded. “Yes, of course. I’m ready to prove myself.”

Laura continued to roll the nipple she was holding. “Let’s see what you’re made of then.” She immediately took the other nipple in her mouth, Fiona’s left one, her tongue working it expertly. Fiona responded with a gentle sigh, taking a glance at Evelyn and Lila, and feeling thrilled to see how avidly they were watching. This is the part of the show she really wanted them to watch.

Laura let go of the nipples and slid her hands over the whole breasts, gently clasping and then massaging them, finding them firm but soft against her palms. She wasn’t finished with the nipples though, returning to them now, her tongue working the right nipple this time and her finger and thumb rolling the left one. When she let the nipples go again, she noted with satisfaction how stiff they were.

Laura pushed Fiona fully down on the sofa, her hands then sliding lower on her body, gently tracing her ribs, her stomach, then moving to her thighs. As she caressed those thighs, she pushed them further apart, to allow herself to get between them. “I can’t believe how wet you are," she sniggered, eyeing Fiona between the legs. “You must find the idea of being cast as Mary Jones very exciting.”

Laura’s fingers now moved between Fiona’s legs, sliding through the slickness there, verifying that she was definitely as wet as she looked. She pressed two fingers to her entrance, pushing inside slowly but deeply, exploring her front wall as she did so. She then added a third finger, deliberately stretching Fiona inside, and then began to thrust firmly in and out, quickly establishing a steady rhythm.

Fiona let out a series of gasps, running many of them together, so it became difficult to tell where one gasp ended and another one started. At the same time, her upper body twitched against the sofa, as though she had a nervous tic, while her hips jerked up and down, and her thighs trembled against Laura’s shoulders. If acting was reacting, Fiona was surely passing her audition with flying colors.

The thrusting of Laura’s fingers was relentless, but her thumb now came into play too, circling Fiona's clit, teasingly at first, then pressing more firmly. Fiona felt her arousal rising rapidly now, and knowing that Evelyn and Lila were watching her like this was such a big thrill. They had seen her earlier pleasuring Laura, but being watched now, when she was unraveling, was what truly excited her.

Laura suddenly withdrew her fingers and moved her hand away, dipping her head between Fiona’s thighs instead. Her tongue went to work without any hesitation, stroking Fiona's slick folds and lingering there for some time, before moving higher and circling her clit with the most clinical precision. Fiona now lost her composure, her breathing became ragged and she moaned with abandon.

Laura pressed on, not distracted from her task by Fiona’s reactions and not distracted either by the murmured commentary she could hear coming from Evelyn and Lila. Her hands tightened on Fiona’s hips, holding her down and holding her steady, as her tongue continued its dance around her clit. Fiona looked at Evelyn and Lila. She was very close now and she wanted to watch them as they watched her.

Then it happened. Fiona let out a strangled scream as her climax tore right through her. Her back arched off the sofa violently, her vision whited out for a split second, and for a few moments she felt breathless and a little stunned. Laura’s close attention and erotic touch had combined with Fiona’s excitement at being watched by Evelyn and Lila to produce an experience more intense than usual.

Fiona sat up, still feeling slightly dazed, her breath still a little ragged. She looked at Laura, who smiled, and then at Evelyn and Lila, who also smiled. She looked back to Laura again. “I told you I could handle intimate scenes.”

Laura chuckled. “So you did. But it was fun seeing you prove it.”

“So what do you think?” asked Fiona. “Do I get the part?”

“Yes,” Laura replied. “You’ve got the part.” She chuckled again. “And if you play Mary Jones the way you did today, I’m sure you’ll make her quite unforgettable.” Now they all chuckled.

“You two were great,” said Lila. “Truly great. Such excellent role play.”

“I loved every minute of it,” said Evelyn. “And you have a cracking body, Laura. We’ll have to persuade you to take up burlesque too, not just Fiona.” They all chuckled again.

“Is there any Champagne left?” asked Lila.

Evelyn examined the magnum. “I think there’s enough for half a glass each. Let me do the honors.”

“It’s been a good night,” said Lila. “Let’s finish with a toast.” She raised her glass. “To future adventures.”

“To future adventures,” the others echoed.

Laura took a sip of her Champagne. “I can’t help wondering what exactly those adventures would be.”

Evelyn grinned. “Use your imagination, darling.”

They all laughed.

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