Anonymous - Pauline

"Something like that,” I answered.

"Just what's on your mind, dearie? A man? Maybe a talented woman would do the trick?” This from Nina.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?” I asked. “If you are, I'll take down my trousers.” This caused a lot of lewd answers, then Nina said: “All right, dearie. The next place we stop, you can turn yourself loose a little-only you've got to take your chance with what you get."

"Meaning?” I asked.

"Are you game?"

"The way I'm feeling,” I answered, “I'm game for anything!"

A few moments later we were driven into a darkened street, and, closely followed by our “shadows” as we had gotten to call them, we entered a dimly lighted house not unlike the former place.

Here, however, the occupants were fewer and consisted chiefly of men, though, like the others we had seen, they, too, wore masks.

"Another one of those places, huh?” I said.

"Satisfied with anything you get?” Nina asked. “Just as long as you can get your gun off?"

This was a droll way of putting it, and I couldn't help laughing at the daring girl. “You seem well versed,” I answered, “so suppose you pick out a nice ‘gentleman’ for me?"

"Done,” she said, “but knowing your weakness, dearie don't try returning the compliment; some night in the near future we'll take you to a place where you can go the limit, and where they don't wear masks."

"You interest me, my dear,” I said, “so let us hope it will be soon."

A waiter was approaching. “Let me order,” Anna whispered when the waiter neared the table at which we sat.

"Merry Wives,” said Anna to the waiter. “Something to warm the red lane.” He bowed. It was obvious he understood this strange request, for he said: “Perhaps the gentlemen would prefer being served in a private dining room?"

"Later,” answered Anna. “For the moment, we shall watch the dancers; perhaps we will find someone to dance with."

"Merry Wives? Something to warm the red lane? What in the world were you saying, Anna?"

"Just an expression to convey our needs, dearie. Our friend the waiter knows what we're here for now, so go ahead and pick out a partner; the best way is to pick out one you want, then dance awhile."

"Good heavens,” I cried. “Why all the secrecy? What's it all about?"

"There's no mystery about it, darling. Just a little surprise; surprises are always more thrilling, you know. Now take the one over there for instance; see the tall gentleman with the Vandyke?"

Nodding my answer, she went on: “The gentleman with the Vandyke happens to be the daughter of one of our wealthiest bankers, and her desire runs to pretty women. She's looking over here now, and a nod will bring her running. Suggest a dance and see what happens."

"You intrigue me,” I said. “Well, here goes!” and I gave the expected nod, which was immediately answered by the “gentleman” with an reciprocal nod. “Too late now to back out,” whispered Nina, “for here she comes."

I approached her as she neared our table. “Dance?” I asked.

This was the expected source of introduction, and as we moved about the dance floor, I could see the eyes staring intently at me through the small holes of her mask.

"You dance divinely,” I said, pressing against her. Something about this woman (for it was a woman) attracted me. Her mouth was pretty, as were her teeth, and what I could see of her complexion was unusually fair. I found myself wanting to kiss her. Glancing back at the table I had just left, I noted that both Anna and Nina were walking out upon the dance floor. My partner noticed it, too, for she said, “Your friends will be occupied for some little while, so why not join me in a drink?"

"At your table?” I asked, watching her eyes.

"I have a private little place where we could be quite alone-besides,” she continued, “I am quite thirsty."

Well, my friend, to make a long story short, I allowed myself to be led to a small room. Once inside, my host pulled a cord. Almost immediately a waiter appeared. “A bottle of Benedictine,” she promptly ordered. The waiter withdrew. “Won't you remove your cape?” she asked, tossing hers to one side.

"I would rather wait until the waiter has come and gone,” I said.

Evidently the waiter hadn't far too go, for he rapped almost at once. “Shall I pay for it?” I asked, seeing that my companion made no effort to do so.

"It isn't necessary,” she answered. “I shall take care of it before I leave.” The waiter, having dealt with the cork, left us to ourselves. “Now the cape.” It was more of a command than a question. The cape thrown to one side, as was the high hat, I settled down upon a broad divan, my hair tumbling about my shoulders.

Hardly knowing how to begin the business, never having had a similar experience, I toyed with my glass and waited.

"You have beautiful hair,” she said, settling down beside me.

"You knew, then, that I was a woman?"

"Why else should I have asked you here? Besides, none but women are allowed upon the dance floor."

"Then you, too, are a woman; one would never guess it,” I lied, “by looking at your beard."

Her answer to this was to remove the beard. “Now that we understand each other, we can feel more free, can we not?"

"I would feel more at ease were you to remove the mask,” I said.

"You fear me?"

"Not in the least,” I answered. “It's simply that I would feel more at home."

"And your own?"

"I would rather not. Perhaps we shall become better acquainted, and then I would feel more like having you penetrate my identity."

I was wearing freshly pressed trousers and the crease was unusually prominent. With the index finger of one hand, she began tracing it, up and down, up and down.

"You tickle dreadfully,” I said, moving uneasily, but making no effort to hinder her. It was evident this girl wasn't at all sure of herself with me, for it was some moments before she became more aggressive. Thinking to entice her, and having no idea of whether or not I was keeping the others, I leaned back amid the pillows.

This seemed to have the desired effect. Leaning partly over me, she said, “Would it interest you to know that I am rather wealthy?"

"Indeed. And how could that possibly interest me?” I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I would like to know you better; you are very beautiful-what I can see of you-and perhaps I might be of service to you."

"That depends entirely upon yourself,” I said with meaning.

"You mean that you would like me to remove my mask?"

"Would it be asking too much? I am here with two friends who are acquainted with the place; in fact it was one of them who suggested I dance with you."

"It appears that I am well known.” She laughed, throwing off the mask and seating herself again by my side. “It doesn't matter; you must know why we are here."

This being the first direct insinuation, I said, “Hadn't we best lock the door?” A thrill passed through me as this pretty girl took my hint as direct surrender, and I settled myself more comfortably amid the cushions.

Without further ado, she again placed one hand on my thigh, but instead of tracing the crease in my trousers, her hand slid along to the fly and her nimble fingers were soon toying with the buttons, her eyes constantly upon mine. Then: “I would much prefer to have you completely nude,” she said, slipping her hand into the opening she had made and bringing her fingers directly upon my cunt!

There being no longer a mystery about the thing now, I said, “That will be quite impossible here; another time, perhaps?"

"I would love to have you with me a whole night,” she said, leaning down over me. “You are very beautiful. We could go to my home sometime? I have a lovely home."