Two Can Play Ch. 08

They woke up to sunshine and blue skies with wisps of white cloud dotted around. After working out in the fitness room for half an hour on various instruments of torture, they enjoyed a good breakfast, mainly consisting of fruit.

"Much better for us than eggs and bacon." Kate sat back with a satisfied sigh.

"Um." Rachel was still finishing off an orange.

"I suppose we'll have to put in an appearance at the conference this morning."

"What about the afternoon?" asked Rachel.

"We‘ll play hooky."

"Great. I think a priority should be a trip on the canals."

"Oh, yes. Must do that." Kate picked up a multi-fold leaflet which she had collected earlier. "How about getting tickets for this Circle Tram 20? We'll be able to travel all day, hopping on and off where and when we like."

"Sounds fine."

It proved to be a good decision. The conference was every bit as boring as predicted and the two friends only stayed a couple of hours.

"More than long enough," said Kate.

Travelling around was trouble free and they saw a great deal of Amsterdam. During the course of the day they stopped off at the Rijksmuseum, which housed an extensive collection of Dutch paintings, a couple of shopping centres and the Holland Experience, sights and sounds of the country seen from a moving auditorium.

Their last stop, back at Centraal Station, was to board a boat for a one hour trip around the canals. Amsterdam, the Venice of the North, actually has more canals than the Italian city, and the best way to see them is from a boat. The view of passing buildings is entirely different on the water and the accompanying commentary enables the visitor to get an insight into the life and history of the city.

There was only one blot on the trip. Rachel and Kate were constantly being eyed by three young men, sitting on the opposite side of the boat. They talked loudly and laughed, obviously making remarks about the two women, but it was all in a foreign language and the substance could only be surmised.

"Italian or Spanish," said Kate. "I'm not sure which. Certainly doesn't sound like Dutch."

"I don't care what it is." Rachel felt herself colouring. "I can imagine what they're saying. It makes me more embarrassed than if I understood every word."

Disembarking from the boat, Rachel and Kate hurried away down a narrow street round the corner from their hotel. A short distance down they came to a sex shop. To their surprise, several women of varying ages were going in and coming out. They looked at each other.

"Shall we?" Rachel asked.

Kate shrugged. "Why not?"

The shop was well stocked with magazines, books, tapes, CDs and DVDs, all devoted to one subject. Sex.

They began to browse through the racks of magazines offering every kind of sex, many of them deviant.

"Look at this," Rachel whispered. "Can you imagine doing it with an animal?"

"That's a good description of some of the men I've known," Kate drily remarked.

Rachel picked up a magazine and opened it. The first two pages introduced two girls 'In a Little Orgy Mood'. Most of the double spread was taken up with a close-up of Ingrid with an erect penis between her lips. The remainder was taken up by the same girl on her back, looking towards the camera between her legs which were up in the air. Her hands, wrapped around the back of her thighs, held her outer labia open, revealing the luscious interior of her sex. Beneath it was a picture of Greta, kneeling on a bed, back to camera but looking over her shoulder. Her legs were slightly apart, giving a tantalising glimpse of her slit.

The sight was enough to send a thrill of excitement through Rachel. She seriously wondered if she might be bi-sexual, so was so easily turned on by looking at photographs of another woman. The previous night she had been affected by the antics of the performers in the film and not by Kate's body. But now she longed to touch and probe female genitals that were not hers.

The next pages were devoted to both girls, singly or together, sucking, caressing and squeezing the penis. In one shot Greta's finger was inserted into Ingrid's vagina, whilst the latter's breasts were being kissed by both man and woman. Both of the girls were entered from the rear or front and the final scene showed semen splashing onto their breasts.

An overweight woman was featured next, shaving her pussy and then sticking all manner of things into herself, including the handle of the shaving brush and a candle. Once again, absolutely nothing was left to the imagination, although in this case, Rachel thought it might have been wiser.

Lisa came next. One girl, two men. Wearing a bowler and a black bra, cut-away around her nipples, black suspender belt and stockings, she looked like a nearly undressed version of Sally Bowles in 'Cabaret'. The sequence began with her thrusting a red dildo into her vagina and then anus. The two men joined her, one kissing her breasts, the other pushing the narrow neck of a bottle into her private holes. According to the text she had a fixation for anuses. The following shots showed her sucking one cock, whilst the second man worked the bottle into her.

After that she was penetrated by both men, mostly in her anus, but in two shots both men were in both places at the same time.

"Just like the film last night," Rachel whispered.

"And may I remind you where that led us?" Kate indicated the magazine. "This kind of thing could have the same result in the middle of the shop."

"I know what you mean." Rachel was aware of her breasts swelling, nipples hardening and a dampness around her crotch as she studied the pictures.

The final shots in Lisa's sequence were of both penises shooting their semen at the same time over her face, her lips, eyes and nose liberally coated with the thick, creamy substance. She finished with both cocks, now clearly deflating, in her mouth.

Rachel knew her face was a bright red; she could feel it burning; she was also wet between her legs. She pressed her hand against her pubic area and leaned against the wooden display unit to give herself support and hide her actions.

"God, I'm going to come," she softly groaned.

"You can't," Kate snapped. "Put the bloody thing down and let's get out of here."

"I....I daren't move."

"I'm not with you." Kate turned away.

Fascinated by the photographs, despite her embarrassing reaction to them, and having the use of only one hand, Rachel put the magazine down on the display unit. She flipped over the pages and came to an orgy of three men and three women, doing everything to each other. The last two pages were a sequence of pictures showing a woman in close-up, sucking a penis and bringing it to a climax. Withdrawn at the last moment, it spurted semen into her mouth and her tongue lapped it up.

Rachel moaned, her fingers working frantically through her clothes at her clitoris and pushing into her vagina. She desperately needed a cock; she wanted to......

"You should buy it and look in private."

Rachel gasped. It was a man's voice close to her ear. She quickly shut the magazine and thrust it back in place, removing her hand at the same time. Her juices were flowing and she was convinced they were dripping on the floor at her feet. There would be a little pool left where she'd been standing.

"If you are too embarrassed I will get it for you."

"Please go away," Rachel hissed.

"I am trying to help a visitor to my country. You English are so....what is the word? Coy. Yes. Coy about these matters." The man waved his hand at the general display of sex books.

Rachel scowled at him. He really wasn't bad looking; handsome, in fact. No; more than that. Long fair hair tied back in a pony tail, tall and muscular, a straight nose, firm lips with a hint of a smile and a strong chin all added up to dishy.

"How did you know I was English?"

The man shrugged. "How does one know these things? There is a look, an air; besides, I heard you speak."

"Oh. Not so very clever then?"

"No. Only a little detective."

"Not so very little." Rachel smiled. "Not the parts I can see, anyway."

"Ah. You are wondering, perhaps, if I look anything like this." The man indicated the cover of a magazine. The picture showed a naked woman sucking an extremely large cock.

"That's very impressive. Almost too good to be true."

"We can make a comparison if you like."

"Here?"

The man looked around at the busy shop and grinned. "I think here might be too public, even for Amsterdam. There is a place more private."

"Where might that be?"

"I have a houseboat not far from here."

"You live on a houseboat?"

"Yes. Many people do. There are nearly three thousand houseboats in Amsterdam."

"I have a friend." Rachel indicated Kate who had moved off to another counter.

"I have a brother. A little older."

"My friend is a little older."

The man laughed. "We are all made for each other. I am Dirk Campen; my brother is Jan."

"Where is he?"

Dirk looked at his watch. "On his way from work. You will come?"

"I'll see what Kate says."

Kate was less than enthusiastic and more than a little reluctant to go off with a stranger to his house, even if it was a boat. After a little persuasion she agreed to accompany her friend.

Dirk's houseboat was moored on the Singel Canal, only a few minutes walk away, in the middle of a long line. Black hulled, with a red superstructure, it was a converted barge, long, low, but much wider than the narrow boats on the English canals. On the outside it looked rather dismal and drab, needing more than a lick of paint, but inside it was welcoming and cosy with neat lace curtains at the small windows and comfortable cushioned seats amidships. A television sat on a wooden storage unit on one side, whilst on the other was a Hi-fi system. The stern was taken up by a table, at right angles to the wall, with seats on either side of it, sufficient for four people. On the opposite wall a computer stood on a desk against the end wall.

In the forward area were two armchairs, a coffee table and a door.....

"To the bedrooms," Dirk casually explained. "And over there...." he pointed to a door at the opposite end...."is the kitchen."

"I could do with the bathroom," Kate muttered.

"Next to the bedroom."

"Thanks." She was still moody.

"I think your friend wishes she had not come." Dirk was looking at the bedroom door.

"She'll soon come round." Rachel was studying some prints on the wall. "I recognise some of these. We saw them this morning in an art gallery, only they were enormous. Some of them took up a whole wall."

Dirk smiled. "Yes, I think I do not have room for the originals."

Rachel turned to him. "Or the money."

"You are correct. Anyway, it is only right that they are to be seen by everyone, is that not so?"

Rachel solemnly nodded her head. "It is so."

Dirk waved a finger at her. "I think you make a mock of me, naughty girl."

"You haven't seen me being naughty yet."

"In the sex shop I think you misbehave a little."

Rachel coloured. "Oh. You noticed."

"The pictures bring desire. Yes?"

"Yes."

"You would like a coffee?"

Rachel was taken by surprise at the swift change of subject. "Oh...erm....please."

"And your friend?"

"I should think so."

"Good. I put the kettle on. My brother will be here at any time."

Dirk went into the kitchen, leaving the door open. Kate emerged from the bedroom area.

"I must admit the plumbing's impressive. They know how to live in style on the water, don't they? Where's what's his name?"

"Dirk."

"As in Bogarde."

"Yes."

"If I remember rightly, he was of Dutch descent."

"Don't you think he's gorgeous?" Rachel lowered her voice.

"Bogarde?"

"No, silly. Dirk." She indicated the kitchen. "Making coffee."

Kate shrugged. "If you like them tall, blonde and hunky I suppose he's all right."

"Oh, you." Rachel lightly punched her friend's shoulder.

"Did I gather there's a brother?"

"Yes. Expected shortly."

"No doubt he's short, wears glasses, a three piece suit, has thinning hair and a cock to match." Kate sighed.

"Jan is nothing like that." Dirk popped his head round the door.

"Oh, God! He heard." Kate curled up in embarrassment.

"He is more handsome than me and just as tall. He will please you." Dirk returned to his chores.

Rachel and Kate looked at each other for a moment, then broke down in a fit of giggles.

Jan arrived a few minutes later. If he was surprised to see two young unknown English women in the boat he managed to hide it well. Kate was delighted to see he lived up to the description given by his brother and was more than happy for him to be foisted on her. He had the same build and looks as Dirk, but his fair hair was short and neatly cut.

"I work in the diamond industry," Jan explained over coffee. "Buying and selling. Amsterdam has been a major centre for four hundred years."

"I don't suppose you have any spare?" Kate took a bite out of a large piece of apple pie with lashings of cream, thoughtfully provided by their hosts. "Um. This is delicious. Fattening, but delicious."

"Had you any plans for tonight?" Dirk asked.

Kate shook her head, unable to speak through a mouthful of pie.

"We're foot-loose and fancy free." Rachel scraped up the last of her cream.

Dirk frowned. "You are what?"

"My friend means...." Kate swallowed the pie...."we're not doing anything tonight."

"Then might I suggest where we could go?"

"This is your city. You know the best places. But only if we go Dutch."

Dirk was puzzled again. "You mean, you wish to dress in national costume?"

Kate laughed. "No. Dutch treat."

"I thought my English was good, but...." Dirk shook his head.

"It's very good," agreed Rachel.

"But I do not understand what is Dutch treat?"

"We all share the costs," Kate explained.

"But this cannot be," Jan protested. "You are our guests."

"It has to be, or it's all off and we'll find our own nightlife."

"We cannot...." Jan was about to continue his objection, but then spread his hands in a gesture of defeat. "As you wish."

"Good."

Dirk was still puzzled. "Why do you say Dutch treat?"

"Because we do," Rachel helpfully explained. "It's an expression we use."

"But why?"

"No idea."

"It comes from the 17th century," Kate informed everyone. "The British and Dutch were great rivals in commerce and we called things Dutch as a term of derision. Dutch courage means you need a drink before you can do something difficult or dangerous."

"I still do not understand this Dutch treat."

"It is no good," Jan cheerfully informed his brother. "You will have to remain without this knowledge. I have a shower to make myself good to go out."

He disappeared through towards the bedroom.

"A shower, too!" Rachel was most impressed.

"Believe me," Kate patted her hand, "this boat's got all mod cons. Better than my flat. I might move in here."

Dirk grinned. "You would be welcome."

"We'll see how tonight goes first. Where are you taking us?"

"For a drink, dinner, a club maybe, or disco. It will be a long night."

"Sounds it."

"We really need to freshen up and change." Rachel picked up her bag. "Why don't you pick us up at our hotel in - say, an hour."

"Which hotel?"

"Crowne Plaza." Kate and Rachel spoke together. "Room 512."

"In one hour."

*****

The men were kept waiting in the hotel lobby, but gladly admitted it was worth the wait when the two women finally appeared. Kate wore a long sleeved tunic and boot-cut trousers in a bronze glitter fabric, whilst Rachel had chosen a black jumpsuit with a patterned halter neck, lace body and wide leg. They were carrying top coats, which they put on to leave the hotel.

"Where are we going?" Kate asked.

"Along the Damrak for a drink."

"Already?"

"We start as we mean to go on."

They went to a cosy little bar, De Drie Fleschjes in Gravenstraat, where Dirk ordered four borreltje.

"A small glass of spirits," he replied to the unasked question.

"Sounds good." Rachel went to pick up her glass, but Jan grabbed her wrist.

"No, no! Not like that." She looked blankly at him. "It is the custom. You must slurp down the first drink of spirits."

"Slurp down?"

"Hands behind your back," Dirk instructed. "Both of you." They did. "Now, lean over the bar and slurp."

Kate looked at him in disbelief. "You're having us on."

"No, no, not at all." Jan shook his head. "It is the custom. We show you."

Kate and Rachel watched as the two men expertly emptied their glasses in the manner described.

"Your turn." Dirk indicated the remaining glasses.

"Oh, well," sighed Kate. "Here goes. Making fools of ourselves as usual."

Their efforts brought gales of laughter from other customers, most of whom seemed to be local. The glasses simply wouldn't stay still on the polished bar top.

"This is impossible," grumbled Rachel.

Dirk grinned; an infuriating grin. "You saw us do it."

"You must have cheated."

"Ah ha!" There was a triumphant cry from Jan, who was watching Kate as she finally succeeded in emptying her glass.

Rachel stood back in amazement. "How did you do that?"

"Determination to stop making an exhibition of myself for the benefit of the yokels."

"Don't you mean locals?"

"I know what I mean," said Kate grimly.

Rachel looked at all the expectant faces in the bar, many of them with inane grins, and decided she would have to follow Kate's lead and get it over. Leaning over she glared at the glass as if to hypnotise it to stay still, imagined it was a juicy vagina and plunged her tongue in.

She slurped and drained the glass to great applause from the clientele.

"Well done." Dirk put his arm round her shoulder and squeezed.

"Now we have another," said Jan. "But this one you use your hands as normal."

"What a disappointment." The irony in Kate's tone was lost on her companion.

"You are permitted to slurp again if you prefer."

"No, no, no. I'll be normal. But this is my buy. Remember; Dutch treat."

"Yes...yes; as you wish."

After the second drink they moved on, crossing Dam Square and going back in the direction of the houseboat. Their destination was Café Hoppe, the most famous 'brown café' in Amsterdam. There were many such cafes, so named because of their dark wooden furnishings and nicotine-stained walls. Hoppe was decorated with old paintings and threadbare Persian rugs. It was noisy and crowded. Judging by the number of greetings, Jan and Dirk were regular patrons.

They managed to find a table and ordered a simple meal: "We'll split the cost between us," Kate declared.

The food, which took a little time arriving, was plain but delicious and all four were well satisfied as they sat back with blackcurrant-flavoured gin. There was no rush.

"We're going to the Odeon," Dirk announced.

"The cinema?" enquired Rachel.

"No, it is a disco. In Singel, near our boat. It is dead until midnight, so we have plenty of time to relax."

"I think I'll be ready for bed by then." Kate quickly added. "To sleep."

"This is Amsterdam." Dirk waved his hand around the busy cafe. "The nights are not made for sleeping."

"Haven't you got to go to work?" Rachel asked.

Dirk pulled a face. "Work? Ah, that is when I sleep."

"What do you do?"

"An administrator in the Historical Museum."

"That sounds interesting."

"It pays the bills."

They left the Odeon, an elegant 17th century gabled house converted into a disco and cafe, at three in the morning. Well sated in drink, food and music, they walked arm in arm to the boat, only a short distance away.

Wearily dropping onto the cushioned seats at either side of the main cabin, Dirk and Rachel sat side by side, stretching their legs in front of them. Opposite them, Kate was laid out with her head in Jan's lap.