jacket. Hook buttons marched up her busty chest in military style. Her breasts were overflowing from the expensive-looking garment, and the back let out in a train reaching to her knees. Her hair was
slicked back and appeared blue under the lights, but Evelyn deduced it was blond. A petite top hat
perched on her head, and a black lace choker collared her neck. She looked like she’d escaped the
Black Hills during the high times of Deadwood.
Evelyn’s drink was set before her, its attractive graduating blush deepening like a crimson sunrise.
She took a sip. The sweet grenadine countered the burn of tequila.
Lucian scrutinized her. His posture relaxed and the thumb of his other hand rubbed slowly over his
glass of brandy. “Good?”
“Mmm, very,” she agreed, easing back in her chair.
The song changed, and the lighting amended from blues and reds to pinks and vibrant shades of
fuchsia. The music was a cross between contemporary and some form of opera. It was very sultry, with words in some fluid language much prettier than English.
A woman walked onto the stage, dressed in Victorian finery. Her hair was white and pinned in a
crown of toppling curls. Her bust overflowed from the tightly cinched whalebone corset. And from her hips flowed a cascade of rich fabrics in shades of cornflower and gold.
She carried herself gracefully, her motions clearly choreographed with the music as she perched
herself on the edge of the settee. Producing a fancy feathered fan from her hip, she fanned herself rapidly. Her expression was tense and upset.
Suddenly another woman bustled onto the stage. Her clothing was much more subdued, but
nonetheless spectacular. The hoop-skirt gown was all black and covered even her wrists. She wore a
delicate apron that had impeccable lacework. Upon her head was a muffin-top white cap. A maid.
Lucian’s hand tightened on hers. His breath tickled her neck as he whispered. “Mmm, she doesn’t
look half as beautiful as you did in your uniform.”
Evelyn blushed and quickly turned back to the stage. The women were playacting, but not speaking.
The foreign lyrics of the opera spoke for them. The mistress in her finery stood and showed a great deal of duress as her hands swung in animation. The maid soothed and petted her until she calmed.
The mistress sat and cupped her face in her palms as the maid caressed her shoulders in a
comforting manner. The tone of the music shifted, and slowly, the maid began to undo her mistress’s clothing. The mistress glanced at her curiously and the maid gave her a subservient bat of her eyes.
The mistress nodded and the maid continued.
Lucian’s arm rested over Evelyn’s shoulder. He passed her right hand to the hand dangling over her
shoulder, locking their fingers together above her breast. His other hand went to her knee and rubbed softly over her stocking.
The mistress stood and the maid undid her bustle. Her luxurious skirt fell in a puddle at her feet and the maid kneeled to collect the garment; Evelyn gasped. It was a dirty show. Sweeping it away, the
maid remained low and stared up at her mistress, an inquiring set to her eyes.
Small hands petted tentatively down plush, lily-white thighs. The mistress tilted her head in
confusion. The maid traced a finger over her garters and paused just at her mistress’s sex. The
mistress jumped and so did Evelyn, as Lucian’s hand was suddenly touching her in the same place.
Evelyn’s eyes jerked from the stage to Lucian’s hand at her crotch, then to his face. His mouth
kicked up in a slow, wicked grin. Leaning forward, he whispered, “It’s burlesque. She’s going to fuck her naughty maid right here in front of everyone . . . and I’m going to fuck mine.”
Understanding dawned with the force of a tidal wave. A full-body quiver rushed through her, and
Lucian swept aside her panties and sunk his finger deep between her folds just as her sex contracted in a mini pre-orgasm.
“Mmm, good girl.”
Evelyn’s knees trembled as his finger slowly fucked her under the linen covering the table. Her eyes swept the room, seeing no one was watching them. Onstage, the mistress was sprawled out on the
settee. One vintage slipper fell to the stage as the maid pressed a trail of kisses up her leg.
Lucian’s fingers found her clit and rubbed gentle circles over the tiny nub. Evelyn was shaking so
fiercely it was a wonder she could remain upright. His teeth scraped up her throat and nibbled on the lobe of her ear. “Come.”
Just like that, her body exulted. Quivers rocked her as her sex contracted. Luckily, the intense opera covered the moan that escaped her parted lips. Bodies writhed on stage in time with the pulse of her pussy. Evelyn’s vision blurred and she was lifted onto his lap.
Lucian arranged her limbs over his and kept her facing the stage. She braced her palms on the
table. A man suddenly appeared onstage and the women sprang apart. The maid was chased off and