promised me that he’d washed them in
bleach the night before I would’ve balked. Anyway, they smelled of bleach so I
put them on and then we fucked in the boxcar under the glow of lantern light
with the voyeurs sitting along the walls watching.”
Kara
smiled, liking the way Jennifer meandered along in the answering of her
question like a drunk stumbling down the street. She really liked drunken
Jennifer. Alcohol always made her friend tell the truth, no matter how embarr assing the topic of conversation or offensive her personal
opinions might be. And best of all, she could talk articulately for hours
within her alcoholic haze on any given subject with a minimum of prodding.
“All
the men bring their wives along with them t o watch,
or perhaps the women are only their mistresses, but both times they all brought
women with them nonetheless. They were dressed kind of like we were and they
played their roles to the hilt, never directing a word toward us. It was as if
they’d neve r approved the script or knew who we
really were.
“The
way it goes down reminds me of an elaborately orchestrated costume party. I
knew they were pleased with our performances when the very air became
electrified and I could feel the sexual tension oozing out of them. Of course, it never turned into an orgy during either of the
performances. I can only imagine what happens after we conclude the scene and
are dismissed. Evan says he doesn’t care what they do after we leave so as long
as we get paid for our s ervices beforehand.”
Kara
tilted her head sideways. “So even he doesn’t know what takes place afterward
among the couples?”
“He
never said he didn’t know—only admitted that he didn’t care. Anyway, they are a
very diverse age group of men and women of diffe rent
races. Some are young, some middle-aged, some really old.”
Jennifer
paused a moment, then added, “You know how I sometimes sense things about
people? Well, whenever I’m around this group of voyeurs I get the distinct
feeling that the common thread hol ding them all
together is their love of sex combined with their similar backgrounds. I just
can’t shake the feeling that they’ve all known abject poverty at some point in
their lives before becoming wealthy. That’s the impression I get from them
anyway. I suppose this is because no matter how
squalid their surroundings or dangerous the environment, they always seem quite
at ease, like it’s nothing new to them.”
Kara
pondered this over. “So what you’re saying is they’re seeking something from
their past in t heir slumming voyeurism.”
Jennifer
pursed her lips, her facial expression exhibiting thoughtful reflection despite
her closed eyes. “Never really gave it much thought. But yes. Human biology
declares that whatever first turns a person on will always turn t hem on. These people have witnessed similar kinds of acts
at some point in their poverty-stricken days and just want to relive them.
That’s what I think anyway.”
“Hmmm,”
Kara mused. “How many are usually in attendance?”
“Their
numbers vary. The first time we performed there were
only ten spectators, the second time twenty. Evan said they must have bragged
on us to their friends because that’s probably why their numbers doubled. I’m
hoping in my upcoming third performance next month that their numbers will b e tripled because of the amount of tips we’ll then receive.
I’m only in this for the money. The orgasm Evan gives me is just a perk of the
job.”
“Does
Evan ever perform with other men?”
“You
mean like being gay?”
“No.
I’m meaning in a threesome where two m en concentrate
only on fucking the woman. You know, double penetrating her and all that jazz.”
“I’ve
never heard a whisper of him doing that. By all accounts he works only with
women. Maybe he just doesn’t want to share the spotlight with another man. Who knows? Why are you asking? You want to fuck two men at the
same time
bleach the night before I would’ve balked. Anyway, they smelled of bleach so I
put them on and then we fucked in the boxcar under the glow of lantern light
with the voyeurs sitting along the walls watching.”
Kara
smiled, liking the way Jennifer meandered along in the answering of her
question like a drunk stumbling down the street. She really liked drunken
Jennifer. Alcohol always made her friend tell the truth, no matter how embarr assing the topic of conversation or offensive her personal
opinions might be. And best of all, she could talk articulately for hours
within her alcoholic haze on any given subject with a minimum of prodding.
“All
the men bring their wives along with them t o watch,
or perhaps the women are only their mistresses, but both times they all brought
women with them nonetheless. They were dressed kind of like we were and they
played their roles to the hilt, never directing a word toward us. It was as if
they’d neve r approved the script or knew who we
really were.
“The
way it goes down reminds me of an elaborately orchestrated costume party. I
knew they were pleased with our performances when the very air became
electrified and I could feel the sexual tension oozing out of them. Of course, it never turned into an orgy during either of the
performances. I can only imagine what happens after we conclude the scene and
are dismissed. Evan says he doesn’t care what they do after we leave so as long
as we get paid for our s ervices beforehand.”
Kara
tilted her head sideways. “So even he doesn’t know what takes place afterward
among the couples?”
“He
never said he didn’t know—only admitted that he didn’t care. Anyway, they are a
very diverse age group of men and women of diffe rent
races. Some are young, some middle-aged, some really old.”
Jennifer
paused a moment, then added, “You know how I sometimes sense things about
people? Well, whenever I’m around this group of voyeurs I get the distinct
feeling that the common thread hol ding them all
together is their love of sex combined with their similar backgrounds. I just
can’t shake the feeling that they’ve all known abject poverty at some point in
their lives before becoming wealthy. That’s the impression I get from them
anyway. I suppose this is because no matter how
squalid their surroundings or dangerous the environment, they always seem quite
at ease, like it’s nothing new to them.”
Kara
pondered this over. “So what you’re saying is they’re seeking something from
their past in t heir slumming voyeurism.”
Jennifer
pursed her lips, her facial expression exhibiting thoughtful reflection despite
her closed eyes. “Never really gave it much thought. But yes. Human biology
declares that whatever first turns a person on will always turn t hem on. These people have witnessed similar kinds of acts
at some point in their poverty-stricken days and just want to relive them.
That’s what I think anyway.”
“Hmmm,”
Kara mused. “How many are usually in attendance?”
“Their
numbers vary. The first time we performed there were
only ten spectators, the second time twenty. Evan said they must have bragged
on us to their friends because that’s probably why their numbers doubled. I’m
hoping in my upcoming third performance next month that their numbers will b e tripled because of the amount of tips we’ll then receive.
I’m only in this for the money. The orgasm Evan gives me is just a perk of the
job.”
“Does
Evan ever perform with other men?”
“You
mean like being gay?”
“No.
I’m meaning in a threesome where two m en concentrate
only on fucking the woman. You know, double penetrating her and all that jazz.”
“I’ve
never heard a whisper of him doing that. By all accounts he works only with
women. Maybe he just doesn’t want to share the spotlight with another man. Who knows? Why are you asking? You want to fuck two men at the
same time
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