10:00 pm So there we both were on the London Underground; our faces luridly painted, our bodies clad in black satin and lace, in leather and tartan, in silver and steel. I had never looked like that in my life but since having met Tamsin, my life had changed. I had learned to live for the moment, to dwell in the present, to savour its possibilities and to delight in the full range of sensations that constitute being alive. I looked at her now as the train sped through the seemingly endless blackness of subterranean London. She was the indefinable epitome of beauty – a protean creature of the night; ever changing, ever elusive but as real and as tangible as I was. Or was she? Looking up at me; there was a deep seated hunger in her blue eyes. Those eyes, formed by the alchemy of the sun upon the boundless sea, only had to smile and the world vanished; reverting to the formless chaos that was its true, undisguised state. Nothing else existed save those two eyes floating in the ether. But then she spoke…. “Joshua.” “Hmmmm…” “I see you’re having no problem traveling by train,” she whispered. “Problem? Why should I have a problem?” She nodded approvingly. I was her young apprentice, her acolyte, her captive. But I was a willing captive. If the boys back in the office could see me now, if anyone who was used to the 'city boy' lawyer incarnation of me could see me now! But that was another me, from another time, from another place. I was beginning to understand what Tamsin meant when she talked about being in character to the point where you experience a sublimation of the self. You enter a transcendental state like an actor in the Noh drama of Japan . Once the mask is donned the ego vanishes and the body becomes a receptacle for enlightenment. But that enlightenment might only be a glimpse; a momentary revelation of truth and that truth only a personal truth – but better than no truth at all. I turned and saw a white-haired old woman standing beside me. She smiled good-naturedly and I returned the pleasantry. Maybe Londoners were used to seeing people on The Tube with their faces painted in lurid shades of red, white and black. The train began to slow. “This is our stop, Peach,” Tamsin whispered. I felt a tingle of excitement as we left the train for a relatively quiet platform. We were in Soho . A few streets away from the Tube station there was a narrow alleyway – a relic of the city’s long history before the advent of motorized transport. It was called Lovecraft Street . It was one of those inner city streets; tucked away from the bustle of the business district that had long been converted from a dangerous backwater into the haunt of London ’s avant garde. We passed tiny boutiques, multi-ethnic bistros and a small gallery as Tamsin led me to the far end of the street where a narrow flight of stairs led to a basement level door. A few people smoked and talked in low voices by the stair. As we got closer, I could see that these men and women were dressed and made up in similar fashion to ourselves. Tamsin took my hand and led me down the stairs. She looked back at me and smiled reassuringly. I was entering her world. At the base of the stairs we were met by a tall, slender woman with long, raven black hair. She wore a body hugging black velvet dress that reached to the floor. She towered over both of us and her eyes narrowed with curiosity as we approached. “Joshua, this is Chiara, the owner. Chiara this is my friend Josh.” Chiara spoke with a European accent that I couldn’t quite place; she might have been German, Hungarian or Czech. “A pleasure to meet you Jossua,” she purred, “Tamzin and I have known each other for years. Welcome to Creatrice.” She kissed me on both cheeks in the continental manner and with what felt like genuine affection while I drank in her beautiful perfume. I felt a tug on my hand and we left the alluring Chiara to greet her other patrons. Despite being at basement level, the club was surprisingly spacious. A well stocked bar took up one whole wall; there was a raised DJ’s station behind the central dance floor and tasteful, Scandinavian style furniture was scattered about. The rear wall was covered by fantastic artwork ranging from well known work by Gustav Klimt, Franz Stuck and Egon Schiele to the erotic biomechanics of HR Giger. It was now 10:30 and quite a sizable crowd had gathered. And what a crowd it was; dressed in shining black, in iridescent feathers, in metal and in lace and in luxurious velvets and satins of every hue. Each face was painted, but far from being in disguise, these people were expressing their true personas, making manifest their inner desire to escape the shackles of mundane normality. This world could be mine to embrace. I had been led to its very threshold by my beautiful guide and I was glad. The club pulsed with base and hummed with the latest electronica. The tracks were mainly long remixes of sophisticated Euro-Techno, Trance and House; many of them sung by women with sultry sexy Germanic voices. We listened to several tracks and relaxed before Tamsin gripped my hand and led me out onto the dance floor. The base was intoxicating and the hum penetrated your very soul. Once you joined the crowd, its energy possessed you like a surging ocean swell. You entered it and you were part of it; a breathing, thinking cell in a powerful, dynamic body. So I found myself immersed in a sea of bouncing hair of every hue; flame red, ebony and chestnut brown. All around me lithe limbs; tanned, dusky or pale, moved rhythmically like the fronds of some exotic sea lily. Hips swayed and eyes met, lingered longingly on each other or blazed with momentary desire then moved on. In that effervescent sea of beauty there was one jeweled object that stood out. I took her hand and drew her near. She smiled appreciatively, bouncing and swaying to the beats and the base. Her hair flowed; seemingly with a life all its own, her delicious breasts shook and her hips moved with pure poetry. This woman was the embodiment of desire, the very personification of lust, the quintessence of beauty, and she was mine. We danced for another hour, enjoyed several excellent drinks and savored the exhilarating atmosphere of Creatrice. Then I felt a hand draw my face down. A breathless, urgent whisper in my ear bade me follow. She led me slowly through the tightly knotted but still pulsing crowd to the far wall. There stood a powerfully built man who might have been the club’s bouncer. Like Chiara, the owner, he towered over us but one glance from Tamsin made him bow his head and smile amiably. He stepped aside and I saw that he had been standing in front of a small black door. I was intrigued. This door would have been all but invisible against the dark wall so I wondered why it needed a guard. He opened it for us and we stepped through into a well lit, plushy carpeted corridor. At the far end was another door but before opening it Tamsin turned to me; her eyes full of mysterious light,
“This is it Joshie; the inner sanctum. When you enter here you will be in the presence of the triple goddess.”
I looked at her eagerly.
“All the goddess asks of you is your love and devotion and in return she gives you the most exquisite pleasure.”
I nodded solemnly; my head pleasantly light,
“I obey.” “Goooood,” she smiled slyly. “I think you’ll like what you find in here.” The room was dimly and discretely lit, sweet incense laced the air and the club’s signature Euro-Techno could be heard softly in the background like a heartbeat. There were no furnishings on the luxuriously carpeted floor just a profusion of cushions of all shapes and sizes. Long veils of silky fabric hung elegantly draped from the ceiling and three of the walls were also covered in soft carpeting. Against the far wall, on a small pedestal, stood a fantastic sculpture depicting three beautiful women. Wrought of heavy bronze, this was the focal point of this hidden chamber. Tamsin now led me to one side of the room where, to my momentary surprise, I saw a couple reclining on the cushions. He lay back blissfully relaxed, with his eyes half shut while she; with her head resting on his chest, treated him to a slow blowjob. I couldn’t help staring as his thick cock, contrasting against dark leathers, emerged suddenly from between his legs only to disappear into her sucking, red-lipped mouth. If they were aware of our presence, they could not have cared less. He now raised his hand lazily and caressed her hair and she responded by swallowing him with renewed vigor. I felt Tamsin pulling me away gently and a few meters further on we watched another young couple. This time a pair of beautiful, smooth, naked legs were wrapped around a bobbing head of black curls. A gentle chorus of sighs and moans led my eye up to a pair of heaving breasts with pert pink nipples; like the first rosebuds of spring. The woman looked up and smiled when she saw Tamsin and I looking down at her. Further on, another woman wearing a revealing black lace top bucked on top of her lover whose painted face somewhat resembled mine but for the delirium of pleasure that he was in. I turned to Tamsin and saw her smile with triumph. She made a broad gesture, “You like?” All I could do was nod dumbly. I then felt her hand grip my belt, “C’mon, let’s find a spot,” she whispered. She led me to a place beside another, almost totally nude couple who were kissing. They looked up as we sat down, smiled at us and nodded in welcome. Finally I began to relax as I saw them resume their passion. I sighed as I lay back and two eyes of spectral blue drew near and melted my very core. Tamsin’s fingers gripped the back of my head and her lips locked onto mine. My mouth was soon aflame and as her tongue began to explore, I buried my palms in her supple shoulders. We rolled from one side to the other, gradually shedding our clothes. I glanced at the couple next to us and was again met by the woman’s friendly smile as her lover licked and nibbled her nipples. Never before had I witnessed the sublime spectacle of couples making love in close proximity – where I could see and hear and almost touch them. It was an exquisite, liberating experience, like no other. The sounds of lust and passion gradually increased all around us and it became obvious that quite a few other people were now entering the room. I took off my shirt and unclipped Tamsin’s bra, releasing her magnificent breasts. I was so proud of her that I felt the momentary urge to show the people around us how beautiful she was. Thou wert fair in the fearless old fashion, And thy limbs are as melodies yet, And move to the music of passion With lithe and lascivious regret. She licked her lips as I hugged her and kissed her neck, working my way down to her divine breasts. I sucked and bit her nipples, flicking them into arousal with my tongue. The effect on her was instantaneous. She moaned loudly and shook the red tresses she wore. I then sat up and removed her leather skirt. She wore nothing underneath. My eyes were met simply by the tops of her netted stockings and by her naked pussy. Golden and innocently bare, my eyes lingered upon it and the sight of it turned me on like nothing before. The couple next to us was engaged in a furious blowjob and, not wanting to be outdone, I gripped Tamsin by the thighs and dragged her glistening pink slit up to my mouth. I paused to look into her face – open mouthed, she was ready, remembering what a good job I had done the first time. I was not going to disappoint her now. Gently I spread her lips and shut my eyes. The succulent dish before me tasted better than anything I had ever eaten before. I licked the whole of her pussy with long strokes that became faster and more furious as I felt my efforts taking affect. I paused to lick the inside of her thighs then returned to her precious pussy. I teased her clit out of its pearly shell and paid it all the homage that it deserved. In response, she wriggled and gasped; holding my head with one hand and pressing my mouth closer. I then stuck my tongue as far as it would go into her depths and once again I felt her shudder as wave after delicious wave of sensation washed over her. She was wet and ready for the next round but as I had hoped, it was now my turn for some attention. She sat up and kissed me on the cheek, licking some of her own juices from my face in the process. “Mmmm, that was beautiful, Joshie my Cheshire. Now let me repay you the compliment.” No sooner had she spoken than she had me unzipped and out of my leathers. I felt fine and whatever inhibition remained was soon lost when I saw the guy next to us fucking his girl for all he was worth. She returned his every stroke and he kissed her passionately driving his cock harder and harder into her. I watched them in their feverish passion as I began to experience Tamsin’s mouth on my cock. Her hand had found the perfect spot at the base of my shaft and tugged it at just the right angle; she was a master at this and when her lips and tongue moistened the head of my cock I felt it instantly swell in her hand. The couple next to us had taken a break in order to prolong their love-making. He had pulled his glistening and ram-rod straight cock out of his girl and it lay between them ready for further use. Her glistening, raven black pussy hair and her pink swollen lips looked beautiful in the half-light. Who they were I did not know but they were kindred spirits; celebrating their love or simply reveling in their desire. Now a silky smooth tongue was polishing my balls and the underside of my shaft and I lay back on the embroidered cushions to enjoy the attentions of my Muse. She licked, nibbled and sucked every inch of me exquisitely but it was her hand that achieved most; pumping away at the sensitive spot just above my balls. I felt my simmering juices coming to the boil and I made her stop. She smiled contentedly and wriggled up beside me. I took her legs and parted them, then I got up behind her. She realized what I was doing and purred approvingly. She guided my cock into her deliciously warm, moist pussy. I had myself to thank for making it that way I reflected. So I settled in to enjoy my handiwork.