At the Varko house

The limo drew up in front of the large modern structure which was built along the edge of the cliff. The glass and concrete structure was built along the cliff edge, seemingly all on one level. Zoltan opened the doors for the guests and led them to the front door of the building. It opened and there were Arman and Sofia Varko, waiting for them. Arman wore smart black trousers and a blood-red shirt, the top few buttons of which were open to reveal his tanned, muscular chest.

But all eyes were on his wife. Sofia Varko wore a short, tight black latex dress which clung to her curvaceous body in all the right places and gleamed in the light from the house. She had managed to outdo Amanda, as Helen could tell when she glanced at her blonde friend and saw her tight-lipped smile.

Helen would normally think such clothes were trashy and slutty, and on some women they might be, but Sofia Varko had such elegant poise and grace that she managed to carry the look off. Made it look classy, in fact. Helen subtly nudged Kent, who was staring at the vision of loveliness. She could hardly blame him though. The raven-haired woman was absolutely stunning.

“Welcome to our home!” said Arman with a wide smile, and gestured inside. “Please enter, dear guests.”

He stepped aside and the group entered the house. Sofia led them across a wide entry area and led them into a comfortably decorated lounge. As she walked, the men studiously tried not to let their wives catch them eyeing up Sofia’s luscious ass as it swayed back and forth in its sheath of tight latex…

Dinner passed enjoyably. The food was delicious, the conversation entertaining and the wine flowed freely. Conversation ranged over a broad number of topics but somehow the group learned very little about the rich couple. They seemed much more interested in hearing about their guest than talking about themselves. Arman seemed to know a lot about politics, international finance and the sciences, and Sofia seemed to know a lot about the arts, music and various cultures.

When the couple found out that Helen was an English teacher and that Stacy was studying History, Arman promised he would show them his library after dinner. He said he had an enviable collection of first editions, and also a large selection of obscure historic texts that Stacy would find interesting.

With the meal finished, the group were led through to a large lounge area which opened onto the balcony the couple had seen earlier that day. The view out over the ocean was breath-taking. A full moon hung over the calm ocean and spread its silvery gleam across the water. Arman gestured to a telescope, which Stacy bent over to peer through. “Of wow, the Moon is so clear! Mom, take a look!”

Helen stepped forward and took a look. She also realised that the telescope could be moved so that it gave the viewer a perfect view down to the beach where they had been lounging that afternoon. She wondered if Arman had used it to peer down at them in their bikinis, and if he had been looking when Amanda had taken off her top…

The wine must be getting to her! She took in the view and stepped back inside the room. Arman stepped close, and gestured to a door at the end of the room. “Now, how would you and your lovely daughter like to see my library?”

“Oh yes, that would be cool. “ said Stacy. Arman led the two women from the room.

Sofia made drinks for the remaining three guests and ushered them into comfortable seats. Then Amanda laughed and pointed to a dark area at the other end of the room. “Hey, is that a stripper pole?”

Sure enough, there was a metallic pole that extended from floor to ceiling in the centre of a raised section of floor. “Ha, yes. I find it very useful to exercise, and entertain my husband. Have you ever pole-danced?” she directed at Amanda.

The glamorous blonde smiled and raise an eyebrow. “Actually, yes. I used to do a bit of exotic dancing back when I was a student.”

This was news to Kent, who just raised his eyebrows with slight embarrassment and took a sip of his drink. Richard just beamed a smile, so obviously it wasn’t news to him. “Go on honey, show us some of your moves!” he laughed and patted his wife’s toned thigh. He’d been knocking the wine back during the meal and seemed a bit more drunk than the rest of the group.

Amanda surprised Kent by laughing and saying, “OK then, I will! Sofia, could you play some appropriate music please?”

The stunning raven-haired beauty smiled and lifted a small remote control. Slow sensual music began to play and a pool of light appeared to illuminate the pole as Amanda rose from her chair, smoothed down her mini-dress , and walked sexily over to the gleaming metal pole. Here was her chance to be the center of attention again, and take her husband’s eyes off the lovely latex-clad body of Sofia Varko!

Smiling sexily at her husband and Kent Walker, she took the pole in one hand and began moving her body in time to the music. It had been a few years since she’d done this, but she was sure she’d get the hang of it.

Amanda was an impressive sight as she gyrated to the low thumping beat of the music. Her toned and curvaceous body looked exquisite in her red spandex mini-dress, and she knew how to pose and move to show it off to great effect. Kent was a bit uncomfortable about seeing his friend’s wife in this way, but he couldn’t deny that Amanda was incredibly alluring.

Then Sofia Varko rose from her seat, smoothing down her latex mini-dress and moved to join the luscious blonde. Richard watched intently with a broad grin, and Kent crossed his legs uncomfortably as the sight of the two dancing beauties caused an undeniable stirring in his loins…

….

In the library, Helen was in her element, sipping her wine as she looked through a large number of first editions. The collection was worth a fortune and several museums back home would pay through the nose for some of the books. Nearby, Arman Varko was showing some ancient historical texts to Stacy, who was equally enrapt.

“You seem to have a large number of books on the occult”, she noted.

“Oh yes, it is a subject that interests me greatly. How different superstitions across the world have evolved over time. Have you made a study of the subject yourself?”

“Not really, but it might be something I could write a paper on.”

“Well, let me show you these volumes.” He moved to a corner where a particularly ancient set of books were kept in a glass case.

Helen was suddenly aware of an intense need to pee, and she placed the book she’d been looking at back on its shelf and approached Varko and Stacy. “Arman, could you tell me where the nearest bathroom is?”

“Certainly, dear lady!” He gave her directions and she set thanked him and left the room.

He turned back to Stacy and touched her lightly on the arm, directing her to the corner where he took a small key and unlocked the case. Taking out an ancient leather-bound tome, he opened it and placed it in the young woman’s hands. "These books were considered heretical, blasphemous, and were ordered destroyed by the church. As you see, they deal with certain occult rituals and rites, which the ancients believed could grant them great power, and the favor of certain dark entities.”

Stacy’s eyes widened as she saw the illustrations in the ancient tome. They all depicted Satanic rituals and rites, which apparently involved a lot of sex! Her eyes widened as she turned the pages and saw image after image showing wild orgies and all sorts of deviant sexual practices. She was suddenly aware that Arman Varko was standing very close to her, and glancing to the side, she could see the taut muscles of his chest through his open shirt. With slightly trembling hands, she turned another page…

….

Helen made her way down a dark hallway, following Arman’s directions. She could hear music and laughter nearby and assumed Kent, Amanda and Richard were enjoying themselves. She turned a corner and saw the door that should lead to the bathroom, and had her hand on the door handle when she heard other sounds, coming from further down the hallway. There were slapping sounds, followed by sharp cries and gasps. Curiosity getting the better of her, she moved past the bathroom door and turned another corner, seeing a door that was ajar, and revealing a flickering blue light from the room beyond.

She moved to the door and peered through the gap. She gasped as she saw a large screen TV, showing some sort of S&M pornography! A young woman was standing upright, manacled in some sort of frame , with a man behind her who was repeatedly slapping her behind. The woman was dressed in a black corset that appeared to be made of PVC, a spiked leather dog collar around her throat, and stockings and opera gloves that seemed to be made of the same fabric as Sofia Varko’s dress. The man was dressed in a body-suit from head to toe – what she believed was called a ‘gimp suit’ – and Helen was shocked to see that his huge, hard erection was poking proudly from a hole in the suit.

As he slapped her again the woman let out a moan of incredible pleasure, which amazed Helen. How could anyone enjoy such treatment?

She then noticed the room's occupant, sitting in a chair between the door and the screen. From the shaved head and broad shoulders, she guessed that it must be Zoltan. She was shocked all over again when she noticed his right shoulder was rising and falling rhythmically as he gazed intently at the torrid images on the screen. He was jerking off!

Horrified and disgusted, Helen backed out of the room silently and stealthily crept back to the bathroom. She went inside and locked the door, wiping a hand across a sweating brow...