| Straight: Exotic Erotic: A Night at the Opera (3/15) |
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on a small platform so the occupant could watch the performance in complete leisure. I noted that the chaise longue was very ornate, with quite complex scrolls and carvings along the rear; the polish, though, was chipped in places and not really what you would have expected to find considering the occasion. Privacy screens had been erected on the side away from the stage and above so only a limited number of the boxes opposite would be able to look in to any extent. A cabinet to the left held a magnum of the finest champagne in a bucket of ice and there were two large vases of orchids to either side. She moved around the small room inspecting the interior, and when she seemed satisfied she went to the rail and looked out over the assembling crowd.
I stood just behind her waiting to see if she had any requests. Looking across the auditorium I saw the Prince and his wife sitting down in the box directly opposite, apparently fitted out identically. The Prince looked straight across, straight at Miss Pearl, who seemed to respond by drawing her finger across her lips and then down her neck and along her cleavage. I could see the Prince smile and then Miss Pearl, with her finger in the top of her dress looked over her shoulder at me. She looked me up and down and then back at the Prince. Looking at the prince, I saw him shift his gaze to me. I shuffled slightly on my feet as he looked back to Miss Pearl and gave the briefest of nods. At this she sat down on the couch, leaning to the side and lifting her legs up onto the seat. She looked at me. “I shall require you in one half hour’s time, and when you return please bring with you a bottle of… well, whatever you would recommend, whatever you enjoy… I like to taste new things…” I made to leave. “What is your name?” “Pauli, my lady.”
“Well, Pauli, before you leave would you please remove my footwear for me?” I moved round to the front of the couch and kneeled at her feet. I went to undo her shoes to find they were actually red leather boots with steel hooks for the laces. I raised the hem of her dress slightly to find the laces. The tops were not in sight. I looked up at her face but she had picked up the box’s binoculars and was gazing across the stage. I lifted her dress further and had raised it to her knees before I found the tops of the boots. I placed her heel onto my knee and unlaced one boot and then the other. Gripping the heel in one hand I slid the boot down, exposing a slim leg wrapped in lace stockings. She wriggled her toes as I placed the boot on the floor and then slowly removed the other. She looked down at me, seemingly unaware of the discomfort I was in from my penis swelling within my uniform. “That will be all for now Pauli,” she said, dismissing me. I stood up somewhat awkwardly and moved to leave. At the door she reminded me, “One half hour, Pauli. One half hour.” “Yes, my Lady,” I said and closed the door behind me. I went back down to the cloakroom where I asked the commissar who the lady was. I was told that she was Cora Pearl, the Prince’s courtesan, and that |
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Jeeesuuus.
