Fen wants fun but her holiday in the Med is just the same old round of drinking and clubbing. Then her new friend Julie takes her to a rich house on the hill where she finds fun comes in all shapes and sizes… 4,500 words. WARNING! This is an adults-only story containing extreme sex scenes, dp, centaurs and torrents of bukkake.
"Is it a club we're going to, or a house, or what?" Fen asked. She thought she'd play along. Her fear had abated into curiosity, mainly for what Julie was going to say next. She didn't think for one minute she was going to see centaurs.
"It was kind of like a big house, but all decked out for play. Seriously rich, you know? Massive swimming pool. Butlers. C'mon, this way, if I'm right."
The narrow streets were typically Mediterranean, with white-painted square buildings and wonderful ornate ironwork. As they walked uphill, the buildings got grander and moved off the street to behind high walls. Soon they were in the wealthy suburbs. Julie pointed ahead with excitement.
"There we are! And the gates are open, and the lights are on. They told me that was always the sign."
"Sure. That the parties were happening."
"Shouldn't we have brought something? Can we turn up without an invite?" Fen was suddenly nervous. Her fears returned. She hadn't acutally expected Julie to take her to a house. No-one knew where they were. She had a terrible feeling that she was going to end up the front page story on the newspapers. But Julie seemed confident and was surging ahead up the driveway, and Fen half-ran to catch up.
The steps were wide and curving, and swept up between pillars to a wide black door. The door stood open, and a man in a smart and formal black suit smiled broadly as they approached.
"Good evening, ladies," he said in perfect English. "Ahh… Miss, you've been before, have you not?"
Julie nodded. "Yes, last summer. Is it all right that I bring my friend?"
"Of course. You're both most welcome. Do come in. You will find refreshments through the hall and to your right. Then… as you wish."
Fen found herself in an opulent hallway with a double staircase winding around to the left and the right. The floor was black and white marble, and the walls were hung with expensive-looking paintings of classical mythology. There was distant laughter, and gentle music.
Julie gazed around with a smile on her face. "It is just like I remembered it! I'm sure it wasn't a dream. What came next… the men… you know."
Fen raised one eyebrow at her. "Really? I'm yet to be convinced." She was about to go on but Julie's attention had slid straight past Fen and over her shoulder. Fen turned to see what Julie was staring at.
Oh. My. God. Fen's stomach plummeted. She couldn't make sense of what she was seeing. Was it a joke? Really good fancy dress? She gaped as the man – the horse – what the hell, the centaur – stepped delicately towards them.
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Published November 20, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.