Ocea and Lusty00's Theatre of Lust

[ocea]

OOC: This thread is open to all, be you actors, be you patrons, be you bar staff

Eden
Last night I caught a glimpse of myself in the dressing room mirror. The heavy red curtains of the front stage cast an eerie Victorian backdrop to my grimy reflection and I was reminded of the first time I had come to work at the theatre.
I could have been no more than fourteen, maybe fifteen, the first time I pushed open the dark oak doors in the coat room, stealing a meek yet excited glance of gorgeous women in frilled dresses, eyes deeply charcoaled and lips laquered to a chinadoll perfection. The scent of baking popcorn and creamy liqueur mingled together with some strange sense of absolute compatibility, the musky aroma of strangers coats were all but obliterated by their enticing combination.
I was quickly spotted, quickly put to work, quickly rusted my innocence and developed the cynical, intelligently sexual nature of someone who's seen it all and knows the workings of it. Luckily it didn't take me long to realise that the stage was not where I belonged and thus, with the good use of brains and bust, I became manager then owner, all by the ripe old age of 24.
To own this theatre in its secluded corner of an out of the way lane, creeping with vines and the atmosphere of debauchery, ingrained with years of lust and desire too deply imbedded in the antique floorboards and ornate ceilings to ever erase the lines of, is some accomplishment. To become a spectator to those who visit us and those who perform is a gifted position to be sure.
But something is missing, and has been for a long time.
I feel as if the gilding on my little castle has tarnished, pieces here and there flaked off to reveal an empty shell. There is, I fear, a desperate need for a change in the weather. How this shall come about, and who shall be the cause of it, remain a question to be answered.

 

[ocea]

OOC: Thought i'd do a useless post so you could find it, Lusty.

 

[Lustyoo]

Jade

Absently tucking in the lose hair to conceal the clip of my face mask I reviewed the theatre with an unmistackable touch of pride. I had slaved many long and hard hours trying to make the theatre a success. I had been nothing but a naive and somewhat prissy woman at the age of 22 when my grandmother of long distance died and I was unexpectedly made beneficiary of her will. Her will had made me the sole owner of one fluffy white persian cat, a tiny cottage in the outskirts of town and the most shocking of all the theatre. After much snopping and questioning Jade had discovered that her grandmother who had always seemed very prudent when Jade had briefly seen her over the years had turned out to be the owner of what could be more or less classed as a fancy and ecentric whore house. Another unexpected surprise was that it had been handed down eaach generation to the female and as her mother had died when Jade was two that made Jade the lucky owner. At first Jade had blanched at the idea of even owning the crude place but upon insistence by her flamboyous friend Sammy had been cornered into at least attending a galla event that the theatre threw every once and awhile. The theme of the night had been 1920's glamour and Jade had stood a good half hour outside the dark and desturbing theatre before finding the courage to go inside. Jade remembered fondly of the experience that led her to adopt the role of the Wailfree woman of her line:

Once inside Jade glanced around the dimly lit interior surprised to find that nobody was around the hall. Grossing the plush carpet she cautiously opened the thick wooden doors to reveal a old majestic theatre. Jade stood there in surprised delight for a few moments eagerly studying the intricate carvings in the white coloums of the theatre. The seats where occupied by an array of people dressed in the finest of clothes to the odd conventions of thrift shops. Silently closing the door Jade padded silently to a seat near the door and sat to watch the event unfold on the stage. A naked woman was stretched out along a plain sofa with no back or arms, a midnight blue satin sheet had been splayed over the couch making the actresses black hair and fair skin contrast dramatically. A fully dressed male actor was sitting in a chair parralel to the couch he had his heaad in his hands and seemed to be lost in torment as the woman on the couch explained in blatant detail how she had just revelaed in seducing the man's brother, the actress went into vivid detail of how she had caressed the man's brother with he tongue from head to toe, spending luscious energy on the attention of the purple and rampant head of the man's shaft, tasting his semen and touching his hairy and yet silken skin. How she had kneaded the man with her tightly clasped hands delighting in the gasps of pleasure it brought forth. The woman then went on to say how she had bent over a chair and pleaded for the man to take her from behind as she watched in a mirror posted on the wall infront of her. The woman explained how it felt as he thrust his hard penis repeatedly into her tight vagina muscles and the way he had bit the side of her neck repeatedly as he had come. The man she was tormenting seemed to have lost his patience and flund back the chair he had been sitting on and crossed to her. Angrily he grabbed her hair and forced the woman's head back. Leaning close he had seethed. 'If you crave that sort of sordid ation m'lady then I'll be more than happy to ablidge.' And he bent closer and took her mouth punishingly, pushing his tongue forcefully into the tecess of her open mouth.

But I digress too much. The theatre is my proud accomplishment and has become quite profitable as well as entertaining. Tonight's Masquarde ball should prove to be more than tempting. Will a final inspection of her appearance and a glimpse of the scurrying down below in the theatre Jade swished her skirts and headed for the door.

 

[Lustyoo]

OOC: Ocea and I forgot to mention that this thread is in modern times but the theatre itself is very old and often guest come in historic costumes. Also the theatre does not advertise but is rather established by word of mouth. Not many know of it.

 

[ariosto]

Paul Verro

I had found the old letters in their theater trunk, tucked far back in the drafty attic.
The call had come on the eve of my graduation from Theater school at State University and I'd had to not only miss the ceremony but give up my lead in a production of Street Car Named Desire.
It was a pity since everyone said I bore a startling resemblance to the young Brando.

They had died in an auto crash instantly and being the only child I spent the nrxt few months settling the not insubstantial estate they had left me.
The trunk was one of the last revelations giving me a window on a past my parents rarely spoke of.
The letters told of a bizarre career in a kind of 'theater' I had only the vaguest suspician even existed. It seems that they both had been reknowned stars in a theater of erotic drama.
They spoke of a particular place, a Hall which was the 'Broadway' for this type of performance and now my road has led me to it's very door.
I went on to Play Stanley Kowolski and many other parts but always in the back of my mind I saw them
coupling on that stage and began to feel that real romantic drama could only be realised by real passion and not make beleive.
So years later I find myself here, thousands of miles from home, a pilgrim trying to find the ultimate theatrical experience in the footsteps of my parents.

Without hesitation I knock at the Stage Door.

 

[ocea]

Eden

I have a room upstairs, on the third floor above the motel, that faces north east and offers a view unparalleled anywhere in the city. Perhaps not for the stretch of bay which is admittedly out of my sight as are the historic structures that striate the length of the city, instead I can sit in one of the four large windows on these two adjoining walls and gaze at a spectrum of rooftops as varied in their shape, size and colour as the mill of masqueraders slowly flocking at out door.
The room is bare, the wooden floors and walls painted a pallid white, leaving nothing to clutter my already dust infested mind except the large cast iron bed and sweeping overhead fan. The emptiness is not as isolated as one might think. Breezes sneak up over the cobbled facade of the theatre and whistle in between the gaps, birds hop down to sit on the windowsill and cock their heads towards the sun, even sappy green tendrils of a determined vine have begun to cling up and inside these four walls.
This might be, I think to myself, the only place in the theatre free from the glamour, glitter and garish decadence of our hospitable little building.
Looking down, my scarlet hair tips over my shoulders, tapered ends barely covering the jut of my young breasts, I see a man standing at the stage entrance. He stands out against the cluster of silk and velvet, waiting by the door but looking somewhere upwards to a window on the building opposite. A tulip in a ceramic pot is dropping petals on the black asphalt.
I think he's beautiful, the faint light is hitting him in such a way that his features are outlined as a portrait. I consider going down to greet him but the pleasure of the last baking rays of sunlight on my rear as I lay on my belly in the windowseat seduce me away from fancies of meeting a knight in shining armour. There is a comforting certainty in a breeze puckering my sensitivive nipples rather than a man.

 

[Lustyoo]

Jade

OOC: For those of you who might be confused. Eden and Jade are joint owners of the theatre.

The theatre was bustling with staff cleaning, polishing and getting everything ready for tonights ball. Actor's splayed across the stage in partial costume's, rehearsing tonight's play that consisted of a victorian Lady entranced by the promise of her beauty and the manipulations of both her husband and her trusted priest.
A few guests were milling through the doors, some liked to come early, they believed that the theatre possessed an aura that allowed them to immerse themselves in the gift of indulging in one's senses. The rich textures and plush atmosphere of the theatre added a decadence that allowed people to basked and marvel at their good fortune, in the sense of living in a world where the flesh and sensations of pleasure was not only used but revered.
Sighing in delight Jade moved to the hidden pannel to the side of the bar and disappeared through the slotted door.

 

[ocea]

Eden

"Jade!" I whisper conspiratorially to my bestfriend as she begins ascending the stairs. She has to angle her body to see me through the heavy slats that line the old oak railing and even then I am half shielded from her eyes by the old lighting we have on the third floor. "You have to tell me what you think of my costume."
It's strange because I never used to be nervous about my body but for some reason as soon as i left the stage and those nights of being exposed to a crowd of eager onlookers, long drawn out hours of making love to a stranger and eliciting false emotions as he clasped my small upturned breasts and squeezed my taut pink buttocks between his weathered hands, I found a new sense of awarness of my form. I am no longer guaranteed to cause pleasure because the glamour of stage lighting and theatrical magic have disappeared. I am an ordinary girl in pale pink skin with little hips and a curved belly, nipples that are puffy on my round breasts, rosy with an embarrassed blush. I am not a prima donna or a painting chosen to be exhibited as I have once been.
Jade comes up the rest of the way and I step forward a little showing her the costume I've sewn together. The sappy vines from the building facade have been closely stitched together to curve around my breasts and thighs, loosely dropping around my legs and pinned with wide, open mouthed red blooms. There is skin everywhere, pale pink and shy, skin that has not been so exploited in years.
"What do you think?"
"I think...." she pauses, I love her for her pauses, that she knows how to make me teeter and get nervously happy when she starts to smile. "I think we should never have let you leave the stage."
It exactly what I needed to hear but at the same time I feel so afraid that I might never succeed the stage to become a real, honestly sexual woman.

 

[Lustyoo]

Looking indulgently at my bestfriend and businesses partner I watch her emotions plainly flow across her face. On stage she can immerse herself completely in the role and not show a glimpse of her own inner thoughts but off stage she is an open book to read. Her mind and emotions are so young almost untouched by the blatantly sexual atmosphere of the theatre. I myself once immersed in the world of the theatre had been unable to keep this particular part of innocence. I still have ideals and dreams of romance but they are somewhat tainted by the cynical experienced side of my brain. The body to me had become an instrument of pleasure and was no longer a cause to bring a blush to my cheeks. Another part of me was relieved not to have her innocence, with innocence came the ability to be hurt and more often than not taken advantage of. Through out our relationship of friendship and business I was always carefull to keep a special eye on Eden for fear of her charming personality to be stricken with harshnes. Sighing I shook my head and quired casually. 'Arn't you going to get ready. It's getting late and guests are starting to arrive.'

 

[ariosto]

Inside the theater he stayed in the shadows and watched as people began to drift in. They were bizarre creatures, dressed in costume or evening clothes. He became more and more self conscious of the jeans and sweatshirt he was wearing. He thought about leaving, going back to the hotel but could not.
there was something here, something he had to do in this place.
Approaching a man in a tuxedo and a hyena mask, Verro asked where he could find the owner. The man pointed at some stairs and said something in a language he didn't recognize.

They creaked as he climbed them. He heard voices...two women speaking behind a door at the top of the stairs. Not knowing at all what he would say to them when they answered he shrugged and knocked at the door.

 

[ocea]

Eden

The knock at the door is ten times louder because of my state of dress. The creak as it opens slightly and he enters is piercing to my ears and I instinctively back up two steps, bringing myself in contact with a dressing gown made of pale pink feathers.
The touch of soft plumes on my bare patches of skin reminds me of what it felt like to wear such things, those days when I would sway my slim hips as I walked, pausing under an electric blue white spotlight in something that glittered, shimmered or floated, my face delicately made out to have arching dark eyebrows and heavy sweeps of black lash with pouty overglossed red lips to highlight the scarlet brightness of my hair. It had been so good, too good to stand with the eyes of a thousand strangers straining in their seats and devouring me. It had been incomparable to real life.
So as this man enters, walking hesitantly into the room and towards Jade (who would approach a woman hiding herself in feathers?) a plan begins to hatch in my mind. His eyes are inquisitive as he explains to her his wish to act, they are fresh and dewy with clean lust and sexual pride. They still have their gilt edges, a perspective of appreciation as well as exhibitionism in the cock of one eyebrow and little tug at the corner of his lip as he smiles. I see him and I find myself falling in love with the idea... The feathers fluff and flutter against my arms, the applause of the crowd over the mini preshow we've stage beckons to me, calling insistently, to return to the stage, and to star with this man.

 

[ariosto]

Jade beckons and Eden emerges from the shadows. Paul knows now what will be expected of him. Looking from one woman to the other he smiles and tells them to use him as they wish. He has no fear of an audience, that in fact he finds the thought to be quite arousing.
Taking Jades hand he places it over the hardening bulge of his penis while he encircles Eden with his arm and drawing and her close, kisses her soft full lips, parting them with his tongue and slipping it into the soft sanctity of her mouth...
He enjoys the feel of himself swelling under the palm of the older woman and the taste of Edens mouth is that of wild honey. He wonders which of them he will perform with tonight or perhaps they will both make use of him.

 

[Lustyoo]

Jade

Smiling slightly at Paul's confidence I intercepted and shared a look with Eden when she was released from Paul's lips for air. Moving closer I massaged the hard flesh and cloth beneath my poised hand and nuzzled my nose behind Paul's ear.
'Well Paul...' I whisper 'Working at this Theatre is not always easy you can be required to do abnormal things and are expected to comply.' Moving her hadn I saw that Eden had already started unbuttoning his shirt I grasped the cold metal of the release button to his jeans and worked it through the tight fabric. Sinking to my knees I grasped the thin zipper between my teeth and pulled slowly unveiling the treasure sought beneath.
Hearing him gasp I pulled back and caught him throwing back his head in lust as Eden licked his nipple hungrily. Feeling wicked and aroused over the control I licked the length of his hard shaft and eased the rough denim over hips hips legs and feet. Discarding the jeans I went back to play with his enlarged penis.
'Paul' I said biting gently at the head that glistened from my tongue and pre-cum. 'Before you can be hired at this theatre there is one thing you need to do for Eden and I...are you willing?' Seeing Paul frantically nod his head I smiled in victory and gestured for Eden to gather our surprise. Moving up I continued to caress and please with my mouth licking sucking, biting until I reached his lips which I caught in a long, intense kiss. Eden came back with our surprise and Paul managed to shack himself from his daze to give us both a quizical look. Kissing his check I murmered 'Trust us'. After a brief hesitation Paul complied and Eden and I started to move his limbs in accordance with the costume. Dressed in our design we pulled back and gazed at him enrapted.
'Perfect' I spoke 'There's just one more thing' Moving to a cupboard I Released a draw and withdrew a pair of old manicules.
Catching his wrist in one hand I snapped the manicule to his wrist efficiently handing the other side to Eden which she wove throuugh a costume hook high on the walll and snapped it in place on his other wrist. 'Now you are ready.'

 

[Lustyoo]

OOC: Paul don't post yet Eden and Jade have a surprise.

 

[ariosto]

OOC...Paul can't wait!

 

[Lustyoo]

OOC: I'm afraid Ocea is unable to post for a while she has exams, work and real life troubling her at the moment. She won't be on for a while. Paul sorry if this puts you out. But continue with the story.

 

[ariosto]

Thanks Lusty, Give ocea my regards and tell her to hurry back.
I beleive it's your turn so if you want to proceed with the tale, I'll follow your lead. It's up to you.

 

[Lustyoo]

Switching a switch hidden behind a mass of costumes the blank wooden wall in the costume wall slides away and reveals a full house. All the guests have arrived and are seated in the theatre watching our production through the one sided walls (you can see through them one side and one the other side they appear to be normal walls) Eden has escaped through the doors and left me to attend to the initiation of Paul. The costume Eden and I had picked out for him lay taught across his skin. The bright jesters costume greeted the audience and I turned to Paul and smiled before once again kneeling on my knees and lowering the bad to the tights. Standing I move aside to allow the audience a long glimpse of his assets.
'An actor who works here must be able to act and invent under pressure while most of the acting is learnt and scenerios are planned the most intense and erotic plays are spontaneous. You must learn to control not only yourself but the stage and the audience as well. Many males find the pressure placed upon them to perform is too much. I need to now if this is going to be a problem for you' Releasing one of his cuffed hands I demand him to stroke himself.

 

[MissVictoria]

Alma Martyn

Alma Martyn had been a frequant patron of the theatre for years, and although she was fourty-nine years old, she didn't look a day over thirty. Her wealth was most likely the contributing factor- she had money to spend on plastic surgery, fitness trainers, the most glamorous hair salons, tailor made clothes and every frivolous cosmetic luxury that one could think up. So that when one said that her blue eyes were the most radiantly intense that one had ever encountered, is was because of her custom designed contact lenses; And when one would muse that her chestnut hair was a soft as the finest feather down, it was because it truly was- it had been worked and reworked by the wonders of modern chemistry to be so.

One looking upon this woman for the first time would think: There is a woman whom the gods have gifted greatly. Women would be uncomfortable in the light of her 'perfection', and men would gravitate toward her, dizzy on the scents of her exotic oriental parfume (her own signature fragrance). And strangely through all of this, through the wonders of cosmetic deception, the woman did not appear "built" or "constructed" as she truly must have been. Only those who knew her closely, or the servants in her small mansion, would know the truth behind what the woman did to present herself this way... a bored and frivilously rich woman, her appearance was her hobby- and her obsession, in addition to one other thing:

This theatre.

Alma Martyn attended every performance that the theatre produced, and quite frequently made small financial donations, anonymously, mailed to the theatre in cash. The only signature she left was a small butterfly inside the box, which would fly out when the parcel was opened. She enjoyed the mystery of this, though she had no idea if her frequant donations had become a rather mundane occurance to the owners.

Alma supposed that she didn't care. Her true love was the drama that played out on this stage, and the sometimes beautiful, sometimes shocking sexual escapades that played out before her eyes, leaving her designer panties wet with excitement. There was one particular couple who she had enjoyed the most- were they in love? Or had they merely been acting? Alma enjoyed them most of all, the scenes they created were seemingly fuelled with a very real and intense desire, and she could feel heat radiating from the stage and nearly knocking her over with lust as these two performed their roles.

They had apparantly died, a few years ago, and Alma still mourned their loss. The theatre had put on a grand production to honour their memory; the set draped with black, pale white women seeming to float down from the skies on invisible cables, the most tender, passionate love- it seemed to float on a dream.

Alma also had mourned their loss. Oftentimes she would fantasize that it was she on stage with these two, joining them, assisting them in their joyous praise of their union. And now it could not be.

Tonight was a special night; a masquarade ball. Alma had excitedly arranged her costume all week- a form fitting black silk dress that she could scarcely walk in, and a high, stiff collar plumed with black ostrich feathers that rose up past her neck, over her head like that of a queen. She wore black opera length cloves, and a tiny silken cape of gossamer fabric, sparkling in the dim theatre lighting. Her mask was ornate, gold wire with gemstones adorning various locales, and arranging themselves into the shape of a sprawling butterfly.

She sat now in her seat, watching the pre-performances with a slight smile on her lips- and that is when the corner stage suddenly appeared, opening to reveal one of the theatre managers and a new actor, dressed in a jester costume. Squinting her eyes, Alma examined the face of the new one, and gasped sharply. It was the man- the man from the couple she had so greatly adored! He wasn't dead!

Scrambling with her gloved hands for her opera glasses, she flipped them open and peered through, hope rising in her heart.

 

[ariosto]

The bright spotlight blinded him momentarily and he wished that he'd had a moment to prepare for his debut on this unique stage a bit more but perhaps spontaneity was something they considered desirable here. If so it may have backfired, for as Edens slender fingers pulled down the jesters tights along his thighs the 'animal' they exposed seemed a pale and startled thing compared to the stiff promise it had possesed so short a time ago!

Oh God...he thought....will I?

Then he felt Edens warm breath blowing on him, stirring the fine hairs against the sensitive skin of his penis. Her lovely face was very close, looking at the moribund creature and then up at Pauls eyes in questioning alarm.
He imagined himself thrusting into those sweet soft lips of hers, imagined the eyes of the audience watching every inch of his ivory shaft sliding in and out of her mouth...and he began to grow. The glans twitched and straightened...blood began rushing in, stiffening, thickening...Her warm breath moving along the shaft, across his sensitive sac...

YES!...that was it.
He looked down and saw Edens eyes gleaming in appreciation as he went to half mast, then grew stiff enough to jut straight out. Her breath circled under, along the senitve skin beneath, almost blowing him upwards to a full erection.
Paul's cock was thick and gracefully curved, the purpled hood stood atop it like a crown.
There were murmers in the audience and he dared a look as he felt his manicles unlocked.
"Stroke yourself now."
He hears her say and reaches down, grasps the stiff shaft in his hand near the base and squeezing tightly he slides the loose smooth skin along the hard engorgement of the shaft...all the way out. Turning so the audience can see his entire length. Then he pauses...

"Lick it now."
He says, hoping his words are not out of turn and retaining an image of a very beautiful woman in the crowd who more than the rest seems fascinated by what she was seeing.