Club Venezia 01

I consider the young woman in front of me. She is slender, delicate with narrow hips and a round face that accentuates her youthful appearance. Only her eyes give away that she’s no longer a child. They are warm, brown, large eyes, from which she nervously looks at me. My eyes glide over her body, her flawless tanned skin, and the thin summer dress that ends just below her firm buttocks and emphasizes her well-shaped, solid legs.

I smile at her, it’s not a smile meant to comfort, I simply let her know that I enjoy what I see. I softly smile as her gaze repeatedly wanders from her companion, who also silently looks at her and then back to me. I enjoy the silence, knowing that every second grows her uncertainty and nervousness. I follow her gaze and enjoy how her growing uncertainty transforms into nervousness and then slowly into fear. I see the veins pulsating in her neck, getting faster and wait until my gaze captures her. I smile and let my eyes smile as well. It’s fascinating how this simple gesture calms her down.

“Are you aware of why you’re here?”

My voice is calm, almost gentle, while my gaze drifts over the thin summer dress and lingers on the peaks that outline through the thin fabric and crown her small, firm breasts. She nods and her gaze instinctively flits to the stage, the reason of her presence.

“And you are here voluntarily, is that correct?“

She looks at the man who brought her here, he stares back at her without saying anything until she finally nods.

“I want you to tell me what I said, darling. It’s important for me to hear it from your mouth, do you understand? I want to hear that you know why you’re here, that you’re here voluntarily and want to experience this. If you can’t say that, we’ll have to stop right now and you might never get this chance again.”

Her voice trembles slightly as she answers, it’s a trembling whisper, but loud enough for me and my purposes.

“Yes.”

I see her waiting anxiously, and feel the excitement in me rise and intensify while I wait for her answer.

“Yes, I know what is expected of me, he told me,” I see her gaze towards him as if expecting him to confirm her words. “And I am here voluntarily.”

I let the silence linger after her words, waiting until the feeling of security she gained from hearing her own voice fades away and she lowers her gaze.

“Step on the stage.“

I continue to smile, but the warmth in my eyes fades as she hesitates. The veins on her neck pulse faster again as she can no longer withstand my gaze and steps forward. I inhale through my nose, but still don’t smell it.

“Good. Now go to the center of the room, until the curtain.”

I follow her, enjoying the sight of the covered, firm buttocks. As she stands in front of the mirror, I pull on the cord and the curtain falls to the floor. We see our reflection in the mirror while the light in the room is dimmed until we are bathed in light from two spotlights.

“Oh…” I hear her let out an surprised breath and I see her face in the reflection as she sees our reflection. My hands gently grip her shoulders, caress them until I feel her relax. I look into her eyes as I slowly pull down the zipper of her dress and reveal her smooth, tanned back to me. Her lips are slightly parted and I smile slightly as I see how she understands the sexual meaning of the gesture. As I strip the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, it is my turn to deeply exhale as I look at the flawless young body before me. Her breasts are small but full and round, the dark nipples stand proudly up, I let my hands glide over her arms and down her sides while my gaze drifts over her firm belly to the crease between her thighs. It’s a perfect cleft, the inner labia hidden like in a young girl. I let my hands glide up over her stomach and encircle her breasts, they fit perfectly into my hand.

“You have the body of a dancer.”

She smiles and nods. My fingers encircle her nipples, which begin to swell as I feel her breathing quicken and notice the blood filling the core of my arousal.

“Will you dance for me?” I ask softly, her swollen-sensitive nipples pressed between my fingers, and as she nods, I transform her whispered ‘yes’ into a whimper as I squeeze the nipple firmly.

I leave the light circle of the two spotlights and to my delight, she remains standing without moving.