Juliana Ch. 05

Juliana turned her gaze to the women at the table. They looked, well... pretty bored. The men's attention was elsewhere, so they were off duty, she guessed. Juliana wondered why they were here. Selena, playing with her napkin, didn't seem the type for having cosmetic surgery. The auburn almost-twins might, but if so they must be modest in their wishes - or they were still waiting. The fragile girl with the French accent was the real enigma. She had the body of a dancer, and the innocent face of a child. Juliana had seen how greedily she fucked, lying on this very same table. Short of that she'd never have suspected her to be a prostitute. On the other hand: who would have thought it of herself? She sighed.

Juliana looked over at her - what was her name again? Claudette. The girl smiled and rolled her eyes, most likely at the doctor's endless speech. Juliana smiled back. Claudette took an eye-pencil from her clutch and wrote on her napkin. Then she shoved it past the silver candlesticks and the glasses to Juliana.

'Airbag,' it said. She chuckled, getting vivid images of a girl blowing a balloon. For a second she wondered if she would have had the same association yesterday. Then she got her own pencil out and added: 'Needs blowing?'

The girl read the message; then looked at her. She slowly shook her head left and right, while raising her hand and measuring a very tiny distance between her thumb and forefinger. Then she took her pencil and scratched on the napkin's backside. She pushed it back to Juliana, who laid her hand on it.

"Mrs. Austin."

Juliana hadn't noticed the silence until her name fell into it. Looking up, she saw that all eyes were trained on her. She felt busted. A blood-hot wave rushed to her head. She was little Juliana again, caught by Miss Abigail, the home teacher, for forgetting to do up the top button of her blouse. Her fist closed around the napkin.

"I suppose my speech isn't entertaining enough for you, Mrs. Austin?"

She turned her head around to look at the doctor, who'd spoken to her. She couldn't read his face.

"Come here and show me that napkin, please."

She looked down at her hand. What had the girl written on it? She needed to see it, but she couldn't.

"Don't make us wait, Mrs. Austin."

She pushed back her chair and rose. Walking along the table she felt all eyes following her. The doctor frowned when she reached him. She handed over the napkin. He unfolded it and read silently about the airbag and the blowing. Then he turned it around, taking in what Claudette had written last. He didn't look up for a long, tortuous time. Then he did and he smiled.

"You keep amazing me, Mrs. Austin," he said. "Until yesterday I would never have thought you would develop a taste for cock this quickly." A murmured, collective chuckle came from the table. It made Juliana feel more naked and alone than she had when her dress had been lying at her feet.

"But...," she tried. The doctor raised his hand to silence her. Then he picked up the napkin and handed it to her.

"I guess it is best you read it to us, Mrs. Austin," he said. "Please be so kind."

On the white surface of the napkin was a crude outline of a fat belly and a stubby, microscopic penis under it; no balls, just a tiny worm with a round, slit head. 'Blow it if you can find it!' the caption read.

Juliana just stared at it, caught in a cloud of embarrassment. A loud bang, echoed by the rattle of plates and silverware, shook her out of her apathy.

"Read it!" Dr. Charrier's voice wasn't loud, but there was steel in it. A wet stain of spilled wine spread around his fist.

Juliana's breathing fluttered and so did her first syllables. She cleared her throat.

"It... it says: blow it if you can find it," she informed the table. A little wave of amusement spread around.

"It?" the doctor asked. "What could be meant by 'it?' Is there more, maybe, Mrs. Austin?" She felt a knot of sickness form in her stomach.

"There is... well, there is a drawing, sir," she said. The 'sir' had come automatically.

"A drawing?" Charrier asked. "Interesting. What is it about?"

"Err..." Juliana knew she would not be let off the hook. "I think it is a penis, sir," she said, leaving a short hesitation before the word 'penis.' It earned her another little storm of laughs, more gleeful this time. Looking up she saw that of the women only Claudette shared the laughter. When the buzz died, Charrier retrieved the napkin from her hands. He folded it open and showed it to the table.

"A very, very tiny penis, I'd say," he said, pointing it out with a fat, ringed finger. Would you agree that its tininess might explain the words, Mrs. Austin? I mean the summoning to go look for it?"

Juliana knew she'd been set up. She also knew there was no way to escape her humiliating situation, or what it might lead to.

"Would you agree?" he repeated. She nodded.

"Let's all hear it, Mrs. Austin," he insisted.

"I agree," she said in a thick voice.

"Agree to what?" The man had no mercy; how could she have believed him to be not entirely evil? She cleared her throat again and said:

"I agree the words point at the small err.. penis, sir."

Charrier seemed content with that. He looked around the table, smiling.

"Isn't it cute how she says penis?" he asked. He was answered by a loud laugh. Juliana supposed her ordeal was over, and turned to go back to her place.

"Not so fast, Mrs. Austin." The words stopped her in her tracks, sending a new wave of anxiety through her. What now? She turned to the doctor again, waiting.

"Don't you think we should take the words to heart, Mrs. Austin?" he asked. She had no idea what he meant.

"Maybe you should go and find that... penis, so you might do to it what the caption suggests," he went on.

Juliana stood frozen. She understood what he meant. Standing in a flimsy dress at a very public function, glowing from embarrassment, she was asked to find a cock and suck it - she, Juliana Enders, very recently married to Alec Austin who lay alone in a hospital bed only a few corridors away - probably dying if she didn't do it.

She took a step forward, but was stopped by a raised hand of Dr. Charrier.

"Oh no," he said. "Cold, honey. You are cold as ice."

Confused, she stopped. Cold? She looked into his laughing face. Then she understood. It was a game, a stupid children's game. Cold-warmer-warm-hot!

She shrugged and turned, walking slowly down the table. The men had picked up on the game. They laughed and repeated the doctor's instructions: "cold... warmer now... just a bit warmer...oh, oh, hot now... good girl...hot, hot, sizzling hot!"

She stood in front of the tanned athlete - what was his name...? The Italian. He smiled at her and turned his chair to face her.

"Let's see, Mrs. Austin, how small he is," said the doctor behind her. "You are of course highly experienced and used to the biggest specimen, but maybe he'll live up to your spoiled tastes. Kneel, please, and open his pants.

The words and the laughter they caused mingled into a buzzing cocktail that drowned her. Juliana felt close to fainting. The face of the man she was supposed to pleasure, hung at the center of a swirling storm.

"Kneel and do it, slut!" she heard and it must have come from the man's mouth. She felt his hands on her wrists and was pulled down and forward. Her knees hit the tiled floor and it hurt; her face was almost against his crotch.

Were those her hands rising? Were her fingers undoing the leather belt and the button holding his pants' top together? They must be, but she didn't feel it. Her painted fingertips pulled down the zipper and she spread the fly open, allowing a fat, swollen snake to push its way free from black, white-dotted shorts. He wasn't tiny; he wasn't even big - he was huge. There were snickers and comments all around her. People must have gathered to see her do this. Juliana closed her eyes and pulled down the pants and the shorts inside. When she looked again, a huge purple cobra stared at her, softly swaying left and right - hypnotizing her like the little bird she was.

"Well, you were wrong after all, Mrs. Austin," she heard close to her left ear. It was Charrier. "I certainly wouldn't call that a tiny... penis," he went on. "I would call it a horse, to be honest. But of course you've been around more."

Amongst the guffaws were a few female giggles.

Juliana just knelt there, her powerless hands on the man's muscled thighs, right next to the snake. There was no way in the world she could take that monster - even if she'd wanted to. It had grown while she watched, rising from his crotch, where two enormous balls hung down in a shaven sac.

"Go, whore: touch it." It was the Italian's voice. Why did he have to call her names; he didn't know her, did he? And she surely never met him. She reached up and laid her fingertips on the shaft. It seemed to thrum through its velvet sheath. Skin retreated from the still swelling head, making the slit look even more like an evil eye.

"Kiss it."

Juliana brought her mouth to the shining glans and pressed her lips to it, right when a drop of clear liquid welled up from the slit, seeping into her mouth.

"Hold my balls, cunt."

The man took his cock in his fist and moved the slippery head around Juliana's mouth, chin and cheeks, leaving a trail of slime, like a snail. Juliana didn't move. She held the throbbing balls and let the fat mushroom wash her face - her nose now too, and her closed eyes.

She thought she might find a safe refuge in darkness, but the voices kept coming and the heat kept seeping through her fingers. Like yesterday and this afternoon, her body went first. It heated up and started to tingle as wave after wave radiated from her crotch. The waves seemed to massage her insides with invisible fingers, urging her to let go - opening her up.

"Open your fucking mouth, slut."

Juliana did, feeling the monster's head slide in. "Wider!" She tried, her jaws already straining. The ridged head popped past her teeth, hitting her tongue and closing her throat. She gagged. Tears sprang from her eyes. She brought a hand to the shaft to pull it out, but her wrist was caught by someone - her other one too. They were pulled behind her back and she sank deeper down on the cock. A third hand closed over her skull and started pushing. Juliana choked. Dizziness spread through her body. Her mind screamed, but all that came out were choking sobs.

Then yet another hand crept under her dress, tearing it open to find her naked crotch. Fingers found her soaked clitoris and rubbed it - fast.

Right before she fainted, Juliana came hard. Her body arched. The cock plopped out of her mouth and a scream made the glass windows ring.

Then she slid to the floor and passed out.