Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 05

"How about your call-girls darling?"

"Most still filtering in; a few were late arrivals at Heathrow tonight as well but we're doing nicely."

Anika and Annette both greeted Dexter with warm hugs and broad smiles. He was the last of the ringers to arrive. Dex then scooped up little Shelby in a happy bear-hug before setting her down and shaking hands with Brad. With the arrival of Dex, Anika judged that there were enough beautiful bodies present now for the festivities to commence. She looked at the clock at the top of the stairs and decided the time had most definitely arrived.

"Everyone!" she shouted to the throngs of assembled guests sipping from their champagne glasses, I think it would be good if we start moving to the ballroom!" The crowd moved like a slow chatty tide towards the great doors at the end of the entrance hall; an even larger but significantly darker chamber waiting just beyond. A DJ inside fired up the sound system and the dark cavernous baroque ballroom was suddenly flooded with laser light and earth-shattering noise. The hyper party was on!

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Outside nearly fifty minutes later at the car park amongst the limos, Ted stood having a cigarette and scowling in the darkness. The match had been an absolute disappointment for him and he'd switched it off. The reception for the station had been abysmal and from what he'd heard of the match... he knew it would simply not end well for his club. He figured, Why wait for the bitter end? Besides up the hill at the house things were happening that were absolute "nutters!"

From his vantage point, Teddy could see the flashes of strobes and brilliant light emitting from the domed grand ballroom with its glass ceiling. Multicolored laser lights occasionally shot out from open windows, looking as though a firefight between the Rebels and Imperial forces was raging away inside. For the past forty-five minutes the sound system inside was a pounding BOOM BOOM BOOM of deafening noise that would have been the pride of any artillery unit. The DJ apparently had whipped the crowd of partiers inside into a proper frenzy; as screams and howls could be heard from the open doors whenever servants or guests came and went from the side entrances to the house. It was then the "other limousines" and vans began to arrive.

They pulled up the long drive to the estate. There had had been a trickle at first of vehicles and Ted barely noticed them. They'd just been on more set of limos. He did notice they'd begun pulling right up to the side entrance; letting passengers out (and with great haste). Soon the trickle of cars became a flow as something was definitely happening that would change the tempo of events inside.

Ted saw one of the Vehicles; a white non-descript van pull up to the side of the house. The door popped open unceremoniously and out spilled about a dozen scantily clad beautiful women with a myriad of rich dark skin tones wrapped only in brightly colored negligees before a footman "escorted the escorts," in through the side door. Ted could hear the barnyard cacophony of their speech and pulled the cigarette while wondering aloud,

"Spanish?" His got an answer from a voice to his left.

"It's Portuguese," called the voice from a limo with windows down.

"Beg pardon," Teddy said turning to the driver of the vehicle.

"I said it's Portuguese," the man said, "they're Brazilians. The flight from São Paulo must have been a little late."

"How you know all this friend?" Teddy asked trying to look inside the car.

The polite driver with the gregarious personality exited the vehicle. He came around the front of his car. He smile was generous and his manner was genial.

"Because I was born there my friend, and because I took seven of them here directly from the airport at five this evening. I am Fabio," he said giving Ted a firm handshake before going-on, "These women coming in tonight from all around the pebble my friend!"

"Women from all around the globe?" Ted said incredulously looking back up to the house.

"Yes," Fabio said watching a limo unload four exquisite tall Russian women in corsets, "and very expensive ones I might add." The two smoked and watched as vehicle after vehicle began to arrive; unloading precious cargo at the side entrance. Fabio patiently explained a few things about the "gathering" to a head-shaking Ted; the cigarettes of the two men glowing in the darkness at the foot of the hill. For a fellow who knew London like the back of his hand... Teddy decided he didn't really get out enough anymore.

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It was in one of these limousines that Amanda arrived to the party. The drive hadn't been all that very long for her. She'd enjoyed the views of London and the countryside of Surrey(even at night), held and allure for her. The car stopped at the side entrance and a footman popped open her door. She adjusted her coat around herself and stepped from the car.

Inside she checked her coat and purse at special lockers that had been reserved for the working girls near the kitchen. She'd been at a few of Anika's parties before and knew where everything was. She'd established a favorable reputation during those earlier visits and it was the primary reason Anika gave Amanda's boss a "by-name request" specifically for her.

A servant appeared next to her at the coat-check room and offered to escort her to the ballroom. She smiled back at the young man. He looked just out of nappies.

"How old are you honey?"

"Twenty," the young man answered.

"And what is your name?" Amanda asked him.

"Cedric Ma'am," the young man politely answered.

"Cedric," she politely said putting an arm around his shoulder and a condescending tone in her voice, " darlin, when you were fourteen I came to work my first party here. I have been to four since then and I could show you rooms in this house you wouldn't even believe existed until I popped open a secret door or two for you! I think I can find my way into the grand ballroom but you are very sweet!" She popped a kiss on Cedric's lips and strode down the hallway; clad only in her metallic green bustier and clicking in her high heels past the kitchen. She left a stunned Cedric standing by the counter watching her leave and running a tongue across his lips. For a hired tart; she was a yummy one, he was sure of that much!

She negotiated her way through the maze of corridors and doorways until she arrived at a servant's entrance to the ballroom. On the other side of the door she could field harsh vibrations of deafening music pulsing like an enormous heartbeat; the hyper rave was in full pounding force. She pushed the double doors which swung open like those of a saloon in an American Wild West picture. She was instantly met with an avalanche of crashing sound as a thunderous beat struck her in the chest and her eyes beheld a darkened dance floor clotted with wildly flailing bodies of men and women in various stages of undress.

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If it had been hot on the dance floor at Anika's club the previous evening, for Brad tonight the dance floor was a veritable cauldron of heat, kicked up by the presence of so many bodies thrashing about in a manor built in the age of enlightenment but not in the age of air-conditioning, and it was JUNE! He simply stopped worrying about perspiring. This place was like a Turkish bath and everyone on the dance floor; clothed or otherwise, was now covered in sweat that trickled down hair, faces, and bodies like melting wax.

Next to Brad was Annette, now wearing only her heels and naked as the day she'd been born. Thirty minutes before both she and Anika had given up the convention of clothing and the hostess had motioned to one of her servants along the wall to come get their clothes and simply check them at the same location. Anika now naked and beautiful; danced behind Brad, dry-humping the seat of his pants; much to Brad's embarrassment and Annette's amusement.

It seemed nudity either partial or full, was becoming a common denominator as the room became hotter and hotter; both in temperature and sexual tension. Beautiful women danced in skimpy bikinis, scanty negligées or nothing at all. Men in various stages of undress crowded in behind them or in front of them in a sort of sexual samba, where bumping and grinding; as well as copping a feel were not only permitted - they were expected.

A few paces away from Annette, a naked Dexter was shagging an older but quite well-known actress. She bent slightly forward at the waist and he had his cricket bat sized piece of ebony timber ramming her puss-hole from behind ferociously as she screamed and urged him on at the top of her lungs; the two having completely given up any pretense of dancing. A few couples over, a rather seasoned MP wearing only his black socks danced between two much younger and far more attractive Ukrainian harlots who toyed from time to time with his willy as the old geezer waddled to the techno beat like a dancing bear with two exquisite lady trainers.

A group of four Brazilian concubines, clad in only thongs and bare breasts ran giggling hysterically by the MP and his two handlers. In hot pursuit behind them were two rather tall skinny Arab men who'd somehow forgotten all the conventions of traditional dress but had the presence of mind to leave on their man-sandals. A few dancing couples over from that activity, a profusely sweaty naked Shelby gyrated with the thimble sized midget barmaid Penelope; clad only in a purple corset and high heels that looked as though they'd had been made for a doll, (instead of the hot harlot-hobbit hussy)! Penelope (or "Penney") it seemed was on a break and she'd had the presence of mind to fix exceptionally large margaritas for both her and Shelby before stepping out on the floor with her pixie girlfriend.

Further on back through the throng of dancing debauchery and set along the wall was the bar. There, thirsty partiers waited as the lovely Nubian goddess of a bar-wench Wendy (and a squad of other barmaids; all clad in naughty Victorian corsets with either no bottoms or crotch less pantalets) mixed drinks with amazing rapidity and prowess. The bar itself had a rather surreal aspect to it; a combination of hedonism mixed with polite reserve.

Here and there partiers sipped drinks, or chatted, or shagged, or men received blowjobs from a diverse mix of multi-national trollops, or people simply waited in the drink queue; YES people stood politely and patiently in the queue for their drinks. There may have been wanton fucking, sucking, buggering, eating, frolicking, and shagging taking place in every conceivable corner of the grand ballroom as the sounds of the music crushed one's temples and jarred one's teeth, but this was still Britain. One waited one's turn politely and with a bit of calm grace.

In the center the ballroom in the midst of all this swirling mayhem was something Anika had dubbed "the pit." It was actually not a pit at all but Anika DID have a flare for all things Dante, and she'd conceptualized the whole elaborate business a few years before following a visit to a sex club in Amsterdam. It consisted of a raised circular platform in the center of the grand ballroom with steps all along its sides that led up to a "stage" suspended approximately two meters from the choked dance floor of ravers. The stage itself gradually sloped in the middle to make a large "bowl" with a flat center. At first glance it appeared if Anika had either gone absolutely nutters, or had too much money, or possibly of a bit of both was true; as the entire affair resembled an enormous crater some twenty meters across in the middle of a 17th century gilded baroque ball room.

The whole structure had been padded with athletic mats and then covered with gaudy Asian carpeting before Near-Eastern style pillows, ottomans and cushions had been thrown liberally around. As a final touch, a great red, pink, and yellow silk canopy was suspended over the entire stage giving "the pit" a lush, decadent, Turkish harem meets Hamburg Red-Light district effect. It was as if a sultan had been consulted for the pit's construction and Anika had spared no expense. The last thing that was added to make the scene complete were the bodies; lots and lots of writhing naked bodies! These of course were provided by the guests themselves, by the ringers, and by the call girls; so that bodies of all colors and descriptions engaged in a twisted knotted orgy amidst the ballroom filled to capacity with thrashing semi-naked dancers. Could Anika throw a party ...OR WHAT!

Brad felt Anika's hands begin to reach around from behind to unbutton his shirt while naughty Annette worked his belt. He'd made a bit of a fuss and a protest that he really didn't need to get undressed yet, but majority rule being what it was; he was promptly voted down by the two statuesque females. In no time at all, his clothes were off; having been sent away by Anika in the hands of a servant with instructions that they be checked as well. The only thing he'd been allowed to keep were his cowboy boots, (a last-second whim of Annette's inspiration actually).

Brad now looked like a well-hung sweaty toddler who'd been "playing cowboy." All he needed now was a cheap plastic hat and a tricycle to make the image complete. He felt perfectly ridiculous but the boss was the boss and this WAS her best friend's party. It was good that he held his tongue. He'd be putting it to good use shortly!

"Brad," said Annette fanning her lovely naked form as the heat finally caught up with her, "fetch me and Anni fresh drinks at the bar and then meet us at the pit. I'm done dancing and I want my best girlfriend to enjoy her gift!" A nod of the head from "Bad Brad, Veiniest Gun in The West" (of London), a swat on his rump by the thirsty Anika, and he was off in the direction of the bar as the two women watched his boots n' bum leave; the ladies cackling like two hysterical harpies.

It was then that Annette glanced casually in the direction of the servant's entrance. Her timing couldn't have been more perfect. She looked at the doors precisely as they opened; revealing Amanda standing behind them in her green bustier and heals. Annette's smile melted away like snow on the hood of a warmed car; replaced by a stunned expression. Is that her? No wait... IS IT?

The light was dim in the ballroom aside from the strobes and laser flashes. Annette wasn't sure. She had Amanda's height and the woman had the same bob blonde haircut ...but was it her?

Annette's mind went down through the list now. The strobes flashed brilliantly and caught the woman's nose-ring for a nanosecond and blue painted fingernails. Check. Wait there is that flower tattoo on her wrist... what was it? A moon flower... Check. The lighting effects flashed again on her open-toed high-heeled fuck-me pumps. Blue toe-nail polish? Check....

The DJ dropped the base and a second set of strobes flashed from the far end of the ballroom as the music tempo changed dramatically. White-hot light, like that of a hundred lightning bolts illuminated the room. As the woman stepped through the doorway at the edge of the dance floor; shaking her cute bob- head of blond hair to the pounding beat, Annette caught sight of "it." The tattoo... the mermaid tattoo. Annette had been with her when she'd gotten it those years before...(hell Annette had paid for it even).

Her heart jumped. OH IT'S HER! ... OH MY GOD IT'S REALLY H...

Her elation was interrupted by a mass of dancers and revelers spilling out onto the floor and passing between her and Amanda; like a wave rushing in to crash upon the shore. One second she'd been there, the next she was gone; leaving only the swinging doors behind her. Annette scanned the crowd of ravers that had spilt out onto the floor; certain that Amanda was somewhere in that swirling tide of bodies and sweat but she couldn't see. The place was all darkness, lasers,and silhouettes again. She cursed.

"What's wrong?" said Anika wrapping her arm around her bestie's delectable waist and pushing her along to walk with her.

"Amanda is here?" Annette asked.

"Amanda?" Anika said looking a bit vacant for a moment like Annette had just asked about some celebrity that she should know was in her house, but perhaps whom was going by another name. Then it registered.

"Oh wait," Anni said, " the American, Amanda. From Dallas or something?"

"Austin," Annette said soberly nodding.

"Yes," Anni replied, "she's really been popular with the group here at FUCK CLUB. Several commented the last time she was here that they'd like to see her again. I had a local magistrate ask personally that she be here or he didn't wish to bother attending. Also that fellow with the new comedy show on the telly said the same thing; he'd be a show if she was. Why anyhow do you ask? You'd like some time with her? You know I like all my friends to have a good time. It's no trouble and I can...."

"No," Annette said taking Anni's hand and patting it as she walked, "I can find her later on my own in good time... but thank you dear." The two women skirted the edge of the crashing rave tide of dancing bodies and moved off in the direction of the bar; the hyper beat pounding with it BOOM BOOM BOOM.

Brad spun around on the heels of his cowboy boots with the two drinks in his hands, his cock whipping around like a demented weathervane in front of him. Annette and Anika had impeccable timing for they stepped up to him just in time to receive their drinks from him. He then turned back to the bar just as Wendy returned with his tumbler of scotch and handed it to him.

"Where are you headed off to luv?" she asked him; a swizzle stick in her teeth.

"With them," he said pointing a thumb over his shoulder to Annette and Anika," and there," he said pointing out over the flailing mob of dancers to the pit seemingly far off in the distance; looking like an island of flesh and pillows in the middle of a sea of ravers.

"Awlright then luv," Wendy cautioned him, "don't let them drain too terribly much out from you; I get my break in a bit and I'm going to be lookin' for you over there. ... and IT too!" She glanced down at his slack cock and pursed her lips. Her break couldn't come quickly enough. Brad took the swizzle stick from her lips and plopped it in his drink.

"Hey.. THAT's MY TOOFPICK!" Wendy whined at him with a pout.

"No," he teased her, "It's an insurance policy. Now I know you'll have to fight through that crowd to come and get it back from me on your break! Cheers!" he raised his glass to her in a mock toast and spun on his boot heels back to Annette and Anika. The naked trio moved off into the swirling tide of sweaty ravers; their destination the island of gyrating naked flesh beyond.

"He's a cheeky one!" Wendy said to herself. The beautiful Nubian nymph adjusted her corset slightly and then added thoughtfully,"I like that!"

"What was that dearie?" a naughty little voice said next to her and up on the bar. It was Penny. Her break was done and she'd passed Shelby off to Dexter who'd decided it was too hot inside and the limousine might be cooler and more "private." Penny was now to back mixing and pouring; having finally just shucked off her naughty corset to just push drinks naked.

"Nuffin dearie," Wendy said to her hobbit BFF standing up on the bar, "just finkin. Please be good to take my station when I go on break."

"You got it girl. Say no more!" said Penny who spun around on the bar and ran down to see to the needs of yet another thirsty reveler.