Andrea At The Center

Chapter Four-1

Chapter Four

Andrea straddled Emmy. Emmy's mouth and tongue were everywhere.

Emmy's legs parted and Andrea put her head between them.

Andrea saw a shadow falling across the bed. Andrea saw Michael, her fiancé, in his scrubs at the food of the bed.

“What’re you doing here, Michael?”

“I was about to ask you. What are you doing?”

“I'm making love with Emmy. Isn't she beautiful? Look.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Think so?” Andrea put her middle finger into Emmy's anus and her forefinger into Emmy's v****a. “She likes it. I do, too.”

Michael parted his gown. His p***s was erect. He stroked himself with both hands. “You're revolting.”

“Wanna join us?”

Emmy was sucking so hard on Andrea's c******s she could barely speak. “I'm about to come.”

“No!” Semen spurted out of Michael's p***s, landing on Andrea’s hair, cheeks, lips, neck, chest, breasts, navel, and pubis. Andrea screamed in climax.

***

Andrea woke up to find herself curled against Emmy, who was still asleep. Andrea's fingers were between her legs, covered with wetness.

***

Down the hall, Andrea thought she saw the director. “That's Carl, isn't it?”

“It looks like him. Yeah, it's Carl.”

He was walking between two women, one a tall black woman, the other a beautiful blonde. The latter was talking, and Carl was nodding.

Andrea thought his piercing gray eyes were on her, but as Emmy and Andrea drew nearer, Andrea realized Carl was looking beyond her.

“He didn't even see me!”

“Maybe he didn't notice you, my little orphan.”

“I'm his latest captive. He should notice me.”

“You don't want him to. I hear he has a terrible temper.”

***

Emmy took Andrea to a door with the words Reference Library.

“This is where you'll be working. Ask for Kurt. You'll need money for lunch. She handed Andrea a few bills. “After work, meet me in the reading room.” She pointed across the hall, kissed Andrea on the lips, and was gone.

The reference library was cavernous, with high ceilings and old-fashioned hanging lamps, the walls lined with tall wooden bookshelves. On the right were rows of shelves running down to the far end of the room. To the left were rows of carrels with computers, some occupied.

In the near corner, an office had been partitioned off. A bearded man with severe blue eyes was standing next to its frosted glass door. His expression was humorless.

“Andrea?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Kurt. Come into my office.” He opened the door and motioned to Andrea.

Inside, Kurt faced her. “So, young lady, do you have any education?”

“I have a master's degree in museum studies.”

“Then you've worked in a research library.”

“Of course.”

“We catalog and classify and study hundreds of items a month. Everything goes into a database. Come.” Kurt led her to a carrel toward the center of the aisle, past a number of other people already working. Andrea could hear the click click click of keyboard keys, a page being turned, an occasional cough or chair squeak. “You’ll work on periodicals for now.”

A stack of magazines sat on the desk. On the cover of the topmost was a close-up of the chest of a large-breasted woman covering herself with her arm.

“Sit down.”

He explained that she was to record the contents of each magazine in complete detail. Each article, letter, story, pictorial: Form? Fiction or allegedly nonfic­tion? Sexually oriented? Theme? Activities? Participants?

Standing behind Andrea's chair, Kurt took the top magazine off the stack and flipped it open to the first article. Beautiful Dreamer. A brunette, nude.

Kurt flipped the page. There were photographs of the woman lying on a bed. Her eyes were closed or partly closed. In the first, she was cupping her breasts. Next, she was squeezing her n*****s. Then she had one hand on her breast and one between her legs. Then she was sitting with her legs spread wide. Kurt turned the page. The woman was fingering herself.

“Okay,” said Kurt, flipping back to the beginning. He showed Andrea how to enter the information on the computer screen. “Here,” he said, pointing at a field on the screen. “It's obviously s****l in content, so you pick Y for yes. If you’d chosen no, it would prompt you to catalog the next feature in the magazine.”

He explained how to complete each field. “It's a pictorial, obviously. Theme: m**********n. Participants: adult female, one. Manual stimulation of breasts, digital stimulation of c******s, exposure of v****a and anus.” He showed her how each field had dropdown lists with the appropriate terminology. “If you don’t know what a word means, press F1 for context-sensitive help.” He pressed F1. Fellatio... masturba­tion... penis... Beside each term, a definition was provided. Andrea read only a few of the words. Masochism... urolagnia...

Andrea shuddered.

“Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Let me see you do this one.” Kurt turned the page. A story Mysterious Lover began. “Don't read it, just skim.”

Kurt observed Andrea complete the first magazine. She quickly became comfortable with the program. Kurt made sure Andrea understood how to start on the second magazine, and then left her on her own.

***

All morning Andrea had been immersed both in the details of the work and in the material she was required to examine. So many people doing so many things.

Andrea stared at a pictorial of two women. Emmy and I did this. She grew wet.

“How are you doing?” Kurt was suddenly behind her.

“Oh! I'm fine. How quickly should I be working? I've only done four magazines.”

“You'll get faster. Now it's time for lunch.”

***

“Andrea?” said Kurt, suddenly behind Andrea again.

“Oh!” she cried. “I never heard you coming! I wish you’d make some noise.”

“Sorry. It's quitting time.”

Andrea hadn’t seen any clocks at the Center. Everyone seemed to know when it was time for things—everyone except her.

***

A wooden door displayed the words Live Entertainment. Emmy led Andrea into a large, dark room. Just inside was a standing desk, behind which was a woman with short hair, “Anywhere you like, girls. It’s about to start.”

Opposite the entrance was a stage with a walkway extending half the length of the room. Both were edged with small red lights like Christmas tree lights. Crowded around were tables and chairs, most of them occupied. Emmy led Andrea to a table at a corner of the walkway.

A small card was displayed on their table.

Live Entertainment

Monday...Men dance for women.

Tuesday...Women dance for men.

Wednesday...Women dance for women.

Thursday...Men dance for men.

Friday...Men dance for men and women.

Saturday...Women dance for men and women.

Sunday...Men and women dance for men and women.

“Monday,” Andrea said. She’d only been abducted on Friday.

“Ladies and ladies,” came a woman's voice through a loudspeaker. “Welcome to Ladies' Night Out. Let's give our boys a warm welcome!”

The women clapped. Loud, pulsing music began as the room dimmed. A spotlight lit curtains on the stage.

The curtains parted, and five men appeared, each dressed in a costume. They danced along the walkway. The women clapped in rhythm with the music. Emmy clapped and smiled. Andrea did neither.

The first man was dressed as a cowboy, the second as a telephone repairman, the third as a businessman, the fourth as a baseball player, and the fifth as a policeman.

They danced along the edge of the walkway.

The music stopped and the men stopped moving, holding their poses. The spotlights went out. The room was illuminated only by the red lights on the edge of the stage. The men walked off. The women applauded wildly.

“Let's give a warm hand to Andy!” came the amplified voice.

The spotlight came on. The cowboy came out to loud music, smiling as he danced, seeking out the eyes of the women and reaching out. Women at the stage side tables stood to offer their hands, laughing. Opposite Andrea, at the other corner of the walkway, an attractive redhead stood up. She was about Andrea's age, with long red hair and fair skin. She pulled the dancer’s hands inside the top of her dress. He caressed her for a moment and withdrew his hands. She sat down.

When the dancer had finished his tour of the walkway, he moved to the center of the stage and danced in place, his hands gesturing toward his own body, smiling. The music stopped, the dancer held his position, and the spotlight went out.

The spotlight and the music came back on. The cowboy danced in place, running his hands over his body. When the music ended, the spotlight went out and he stopped dancing.

Another song began. The man took off his vest as he danced and tossed it to a woman in the audience. Everyone laughed and applauded.

As the next song played, the cowboy took off his shirt and bestowed it on another woman.

When the next song began, the man caressed his chest. He next removed his gun belt, then his boots. He was now dressed in only his blue jeans and his hat.

With the next song, he danced in place at the end of the walkway, his thumbs tucked in the front of his pants. Then, suddenly, the pants were off. The man now wore only a small pouch. Andrea could see the shape of his p***s.

He threw his jeans to a third woman and danced in place. The music stopped and the stage went black. In the darkness, the cowboy walked offstage.

The second dancer was announced as Bruce.

By the end of the fourth song, he’d discarded his tools, his utility belt, his boots, and his shirt, and wore only his hard hat and work pants.

The fifth song began. The dancer hooked his fingers into the waistband of the blue jeans again and again, making as if to rip them off his body, but deciding against it. The women called to him, and he smiled and danced. Finally, the dancer opened the zipper of the blue jeans. He worked his pants slowly down his hips, turning in a circle as he did so, letting them fall at his feet. He wore a tight pouch, like the first dancer.

The dancer kicked the jeans aside. The spotlight went out and the music stopped. When they returned, the performer, now dressed only in the hard hat and jock, danced from one end of the stage to the other, caressing himself and inviting the women to touch him. Women stood, stuffing dollar bills into his pouch and then touching him on the chest or buttocks. Sometimes the man leaned over and kissed them.

The dancer reached Andrea and Emmy. Emmy stood up holding a dollar bill and pushed it into the man's pouch. He smiled broadly and leaned over to kiss her.

“Your turn, Little Orphan,” Emmy said.

“No, thanks.”

“Go ahead. He's waiting for you.”

He was dancing in front of her, beckoning her with both hands. Andrea shook her head. The other women in the audience shouted encouragement. Emmy pushed a dollar bill into Andrea's hand.

Andrea stood up and tried to hand the bill to the dancer, but he made a theatrically exaggerated face of disappointment and shook his head, thrusting his pelvis out to her in rhythm with the music. Andrea put her hand into the man's pouch. He leaned over and kissed her. After several moments, he withdrew his mouth and danced away from her, letting her hand slide out of his pouch. Andrea looked around. The audience applauded wildly as she sat down.

The dancer continued his circuit. Other women gave him money, fondling and kissing him. When he’d finished his tour of the stage, he danced to the foot of the walkway. Just as the song reached its climax, he put both his hands under the elastic band at his hips and tore the pouch off. An instant later, the spotlight went black, but Andrea had glimpsed his p***s. It was soft, but it seemed huge. He walked offstage.

The announcer introduced the third dancer. Charles, dressed as a businessman, followed the same routine. When he pulled his pinstriped trousers from his body, he wore a pouch like the others.

With the next song, the dancer made his tour of the stage, wearing only his horn-rimmed glasses and the jock, letting the women touch him.

Emmy was already standing with a dollar in one hand, laughing as she ran her hands between his legs. She hefted the pouch and he covered her hands with his own large hands. He took her dollar and gave her a kiss.

Andrea stood up with her dollar bill. The dancer seemed amused as Andrea put her hand in his pouch. She touched his p***s and withdrew her hand quickly, but he caught her hand in both of his own and pulled her to himself, kissing her.

He’d finished his tour of the stage and returned to the center of the stage. He gathered together his tips and put them into one of his shoes.

He put his hand on his pouch and pulled it off, revealing a large uncircumcised p***s. The spotlight and the music went off at the same time. He wasn’t leaving the stage.

A song began and the light came back on. The dancer was naked except for his eyeglasses. As he danced, he rubbed his hands down his body and over his p***s, which grew thicker and longer without becoming erect. Andrea swallowed again and again. She sat at the edge of her seat, her thighs pressed together, rubbing her legs up and down against each other.

The song reached its climax and the man wrapped his hand around his p***s. Pulling down on the loose skin of the shaft, he uncovered the ruddy glans, which glistened in the spotlight. The music stopped and the lights went out.

The announcer announced David, the fourth dancer, and the baseball player came out. He danced in a loose-jointed style.

Soon enough he was wearing only his baseball cap and his jock.

He made his tour of the stage, beginning on Andrea's side. Emmy stood and put both her hands inside his pouch. The dancer put both his own hands on the outside and squeezed, grinning. Emmy took her hands out and kissed him.

Andrea stood up, her bill in one hand. Andrea put her hand in the pouch, his soft p***s and scrotum a hot ball of flesh. He leaned over to kiss Andrea, pushing his tongue between her lips and into her mouth. Andrea pulled away abruptly, freeing her hand. The audience laughed. Blushing, Andrea sat down.

When the redhead opposite her stood up, Andrea saw her dress was raised. The dancer leaned forward to receive her attentions. As the redhead sat down, Andrea could see the hem of the redhead's dress caught at her waist, her hand between her legs. Her face was flushed.

Following the routine, the dancer let women fondle him and returned to center stage. As the song ended, he snapped off his pouch, revealing a circumcised p***s. The music and lights went out.

With the next song, the dancer caressed himself, running his hands over his chest, his legs, his buttocks, his p***s. His p***s lengthened but remained flaccid.

Andrea saw that Emmy's arm disappeared into her lap, moving rhythmically. Andrea flushed and looked around the room.

Perhaps half the women in the audience seemed to be fondling themselves. Across the walkway, the redhead's mouth was open, her arm moving rapidly.

The dancer caressed himself as he danced. The song reached its climax and the light went off, only to go on for the briefest instant a few seconds later. After the light had gone off again, Andrea realized he’d had an erection.

“Last one, Orphan,” Emmy whispered to Andrea, her hot mouth scalding Andrea, sending a shiver down her spine. What would this one do?

The announcer announced Freddy. He was the one dressed as a policeman. He fondled his nightstick as if it were a p***s. Several women in the audience kissed it and licked it. One sucked it deep into her mouth.

The dancer took only four songs to strip down to his pouch, which was navy blue, like his uniform. Still holding his nightstick and wearing his sunglasses and his policeman's cap, he danced along the walkway. The women stuffed money into his pouch in exchange for a feel and a kiss. Under the nylon, his p***s was soon erect. Andrea found herself reaching forward like a schoolgirl buying candy.

When he reached her, Andrea put both hands inside his pouch. He put his own hand on the pouch, pressing her hands against himself. She sighed, aching and pulsing. She saw the reflection of her own excited face in his mirrored sunglasses.

The dancer finished his tour and came to center stage. As the song ended, he snapped the pouch off. His erect p***s was thick and long. The light went out.

“Which one d’you like best, Orphan?” Emmy asked.

“I don't know. They're all good-looking. This one, I guess.”

Another song began. The dancer made another circuit of the perimeter of the stage, thrusting his pelvis forward, stroking his nightstick. Women stroked his erection as he went by. Emmy and Andrea stood up together. All four of their hands touched the man's p***s. Andrea was shaking when she sat down.

The dancer returned to center stage, smiling. To the pulse of the music, his loose fist ran up and down the length of his p***s.

The music grew louder. He moved his hand in double time. The music reached a climax and the dancer moved his fist quick and hard. The semen shot out, glistening in the spotlight. Andrea tottered on the brink of orgasm.

Across the walkway, the redhead shrieked, and Andrea saw her shudder, her brown eyes gleaming as she stared.

Andrea knew she was going to reach her own climax. She looked back at the dancer, the tip of his p***s glistening with a last drop of semen, and the waves broke. Andrea closed her eyes and moaned.

Andrea opened her eyes. The dancer was still standing holding his p***s, and the audience was applauding.

The dancer raised his hand to take his sunglasses off and winked at her. She flushed and looked away.

The houselights came up as the audience stood and gathered itself up. Andrea looked around shyly. She met the eyes of the redhead opposite her. The redhead smiled at her as if they shared a secret. Andrea blushed again, averting her eyes.