"The Ties That Bind" (A Vampire Story, closed to Jenn1982)

[Jenn1982]

As the kiss deepened Iris felt her body responding in kind, her nipples were hardening and she could feel tingles starting low in her body. She had had some boyfriends over the years and while she had only slept with two of them she had messed around with the others but this was a totally new experience. She had definitely had some sexual feelings about women before but she had never acted on them and hadn't necessarily thought she ever would. Yet here she was in an elevator with a woman she didn't know, making out. The reality of that actually seemed to be a bit of a turn on in itself and Iris slipped her tongue between Fiona's lips.

She felt Fiona's hands on her waist drop lower until they reached the hem of her dress and began pulling it up. Iris felt her thoughts split. Part of her desperately wanted to keep going with what they were doing but another part of her, the boring, reality based part, was thinking, we're in an elevator...what if it goes back down and the doors open up on the club level and everyone can see us.

With a great deal of reluctance Iris broke the kiss and pulled back. The fun part of her was screaming that she had probably just ruined the moment and would never know what would've happened.

"Can we continue this inside the penthouse?"

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Nightstalkers, in the elevator to the penthouse

As Fiona was just pulling Iris's dress up, the latter suddenly stopped her, asking, "Can we continue this inside the penthouse?"

Fiona backed up half a step, smiling, then said, "Of course." She didn't push the other woman; Delilah had ordered Fiona to make Iris comfortable, and obviously this wasn't getting the job done.

The elevator had long ago reached the building's upper floor, and its door had opened, then closed again; it hadn't headed back down again, though, because no one had pressed a button for a lower destination. Fiona pressed a button, and as the doors opened again, she stepped out into the penthouse, looking back to say, "We're here."

The entire upper floor was one single penthouse, 6,000 square feet of elegantly decorated heaven. There was a considerable amount of artwork, from statuary to paintings to abstract creations that would drive some people to ask Is that art? Some of the works were modern creations, while others were possibly centuries old.

As Fiona led the way, Iris would see a large living area with couches and armchairs; a sunroom with chaise lounges and a hot tub; a large kitchen made for throwing equally large parties; and -- as they entered a hallway -- open doors leading to four bedrooms; a fifth door at the end of the hallway was closed.

"This is for you," Fiona said, gesturing toward and entering one of the rooms. It had a large, canopied bed; a vanity with three mirrors and makeup lights; a sitting area with more couches, armchairs, and a coffee table on which was a sterling silver bucket with fruit offerings; and -- through another door in one wall -- an impressive bathroom with a huge bathtub. Reminding Iris of what Delilah had insisted, Fiona said, "Make yourself comfortable ... and ... if there is anything more that you need, feel free to ask. Your wish is my command."

 

[Jenn1982]

"Of course."

Fiona didn’t seem upset that Iris had asked if they could move to the penthouse and she let out a sigh of relief. Fiona pushed one of the buttons the doors to the elevator slid open to reveal the penthouse.

"We're here."

Iris was stunned to say the least. It was huge and to call it lavish didn’t do it justice. She couldn’t believe Delilah was being generous enough to let her stay here for a few days. She tried to take it all in as she followed Fiona through the living area and back towards a hallway. Whoever had decorated this place was an expert, from the modern yet inviting furniture to the beautiful art to the marble countertops in the kitchen. Iris realized she’d stopped to admire everything and fallen a few steps behind. She caught up to Fiona just as she stopped in front of one of the open doors.

"This is for you.”

Iris walked into the huge bedroom and wondered how she would be able to ever enjoy her much simpler bedroom back home. She could see a large bathtub through the bathroom door and she couldn’t wait to take a nice, long bath in it. The canopy bed was beautiful, the kind little girls dreamed of having one day…or at least she had as a little girl.

"Make yourself comfortable ... and ... if there is anything more that you need, feel free to ask. Your wish is my command."

Iris realized that maybe Fiona had taken her suggestion as a veiled rejection and she instantly felt bad. She was also disappointed, she had been enjoying what was happening and had wanted to see where it would go. Despite the fact that she usually wouldn’t be so forward Iris walked up to Fiona and pressed her lips against the other woman’s. As she kissed her she let one of her hands caress Fiona’s lower back.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Fiona was about to depart when suddenly Iris's body was once again against her, their lips together. The bleached blonde happily engaged the natural redhead, letting her hands find a buttock cheek and a firm breast.

Again, Fiona tugged upwards on Iris's lower hem, begging between kisses, "Let me... go down on you ... please. Let me ... serve you."

 

[Jenn1982]

Iris felt Fiona return the kiss just as eagerly. She felt a hand on her ass followed by one on her breast, making her kiss Fiona even harder. Iris moved one hand up to grasp Fiona’s hair. She felt her dress being pulled up again as she ran her fingers through the soft, blonde hair.

"Let me... go down on you ... please. Let me ... serve you.”

Iris was slightly taken aback by the plea. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it, she just hadn’t expected Fiona to be begging to do it right away. Still, just hearing Fiona said it made Iris’ body react. She didn’t trust her voice at the moment and just nodded her consent instead. Fiona didn’t waste any time in pulling her skirt up and sliding her panties off.

Iris would have thought that she would be less okay with things moving this fast but she found that she was not only unbothered but she was thoroughly enjoying this. She was grateful that she got a bikini wax regularly, not because she was seeing a lot of action but just because she preferred to have no hair down there. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this turned on.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Fiona wasted no time when Iris nodded her consent for the other woman to go down on her; she turned the redhead's back to the bed and walked her the two short steps to it. Continuing their erotic kisses, Fiona whispered a hungry, "You ... feel ... so nice."

Backing the beauty the two short steps to the bed, Fiona pulled the lower hem of Iris's dress up her hips to her waist, discovering a garter belt holding up the stockings she'd already felt in the elevator. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of Iris's thong and pulled them down as far as her garter clips would allow them to go down.

Then, giving her a playful push, Fiona sent Iris to her ass on the bed, causing her to bounce once as the blonde giggled. Fiona immediately began undressing herself, a matter of unfastening the leather top's two horizontal buckles, then pulling the zipper down; she accomplished it in seconds with a devilish smirk spreading her mouth. When she shrugged the top off, she revealed firm, perfectly round, barely dropping breasts that almost looked like they'd come from a box and yet -- if Iris got her hands upon them -- she would quickly realize had come from Mother Nature herself.

Now topless, Fiona dropped to her knees, reached up to unclip the garter belt as necessary to pull Iris's panties from her legs, and proceeded to do so. She could have pulled Iris's high heels from her feet, but she liked the erotic nature of heels-on during sex. Of course, normally, they were her heels, not her lover's.

Moving closer, Fiona caressed her hands softly up the insides of Iris's thighs; they were so smooth and soft, it sent a chill up Iris's spine. Her thumbs reached the redhead's crotch, one of them immediately sinking into her wetness while the other went to work flicking her bean slowly and softly up and down.

 

[Jenn1982]

Fiona gently pushed her back onto the bed with a giggle. Iris watched as Fiona began undoing the straps of her top followed by the zipper. As she let the top fall to the floor Iris couldn’t help but admire the blonde’s beautiful breasts. They were full but still perfectly perky with pale, pink nipples. Iris had always liked breasts and the times she did admire another woman she usually noticed their breasts first. Fiona’s were definitely some of the best she’d seen and she was longing to feel them in her hands.

The blonde kneeled down at the foot of the bed and Iris rose to her elbows to watch her. Fiona undid the little straps that kept her stockings clipped to her garter belt and pulled Iris’s panties the rest of the way off.

Fiona’s hands began sliding up the inside of Iris’s thighs making the redhead shiver in pleasure at the touch. Fiona’s hands finally reached Iris’s pussy and she felt a thumb slide inside her as her other hand began playing with her clit. Iris moaned as the blonde teased her, sending waves of pleasure through her body as her hips pressed against the other woman’s hand.

“Oh, god, Fiona, that feels so good. Please give me more,” she said, her voice filled with need.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

“Oh, god, Fiona, that feels so good." Iris moaned as the woman toyed her thumbs both in between her labia and over her clit. "Please give me more."

Fiona didn't hesitate, moving her knees closer to the base of the bed to put her head in between Iris's thighs. Her mouth opened, her lips taking in Iris's lips while her tongue went to work in between the same. She'd been complimented for what she could do with her mouth, by both men and women; she had a knack for sensing her partners' reactions -- both a natural and unnatural ability -- and then adjusting to what she knew worked.

That's what she would do with Iris here and now. She altered between licking the woman's clit up and down, side to side; she switched between hard and soft, fast and slow; and she added manual manipulation as well, upturning one hand to slip a pair of fingers inside Iris to massage the front wall of her vagina, where the G-spot was located. Fiona knew that not all G-spots were supersensitive like her own was, nor was it a standard size with a standard location that just anyone could find. But she would spend some time with her fingers exploring to see if Iris's was waiting there for her.

She wouldn't stop working on the beautiful redhead until she cried out in ecstasy, whether it took a single minute or hundreds of them. There was an advantage of being what she was, of course: a powerful mouth that never tired from something as basic as oral sex.

 

[Jenn1982]

Iris watched down the length of her body as Fiona moved further between her thighs. A few seconds later she felt the blonde’s mouth on her. Fiona’s tongue parted Iris’s lips and began teasing her clit. Iris didn’t bother trying to keep her moans quiet, she doubted anyone down in the club would be able to hear them and at this moment she didn’t necessarily care if they did.

She had had guys go down on her before and some of them had been very good at it but Fiona put them all to shame. She seemed to know exactly how much pressure to use, how quickly or slowly to go, when to switch it up and Iris was on cloud nine, moaning and writhing with pleasure.

She felt Fiona’s fingers slide inside of her and she whimpered in bliss. Fiona moved her fingers inside of Iris, massaging her in a way that no one had ever done before. It wasn’t long before the sexy blonde hit the right spot and Iris cried out in ecstasy. She had been able to find her own g-spot only a few times and she had never had any of the guys she slept with find it. The feeling was amazing and soon she was grinding her hips against Fiona as she neared climax.

“Mmmm, yes, right there. Don’t stop, Fiona, I’m so close,” she got out between moans.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Fiona immediately knew the moment she'd found and begun stimulated Iris's G-spot; the other woman's physical reaction was beautiful, with her arching, tensing, and crying out in ecstasy. The blonde continued fingering the often-elusive erogenous zone, watching and listening -- smiling even -- determined to make the orgasm last as long as she could.

Only when Iris seemed as though she'd had as much as she could take did Fiona slowly withdraw the pleasuring fingers. As her other fingers continued to caress Iris's pussy, keeping it from suddenly becoming lonely, Fiona began caressing the fingers coated in Iris's fluids on the inside of her thigh ... directly over the most accessible portion of her throbbing femoral artery.

Leaning closer to that one thigh, Fiona licked at Iris's flesh, moaning at the combined taste of pussy juice and sweat. Her own heart began pounding just as her lover's was as a desire that Iris couldn't imagine began to overwhelm her. Licking her lips, then opening her mouth wider, she bared her teeth, prepared to sink her fangs into warm, soft flesh, when--

"Fiona!"

The blonde's head spun to find Delilah standing in the doorway, causing her to rise to her feet with almost inhuman speed. She crossed her arms over her bared bosom, and with her head bent forward and eyes on the floor before her, apologized, "Forgive me, Mistress. I ... I ... lost control."

Delilah made a gesture, and Fiona quickly snatched up her shed leather top and hurried out of the bedroom. Once she was alone with Iris, Delilah said only, "Forgive her. She's young and still learning her place."

 

[Jenn1982]

Fiona continued to use her tongue and fingers to take Iris to a level of pleasure she’d never experienced before. She writhed beneath the talented blonde’s ministrations, especially as Fiona massaged her G-spot with just the right amount of pressure.

Iris cried out as the orgasm washed over her in powerful waves. Her hands gripped the blanket as her back arched while she came. It seemed to go on forever and Fiona continued to play with her throughout it. When the orgasm finally finished Iris was left trying to catch her breath.

“Oh my god, that was amazing, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.”

She was still coming down from the climax and still felt dazed. Fiona’s fingers slid out of her but her other hand continued to stroke Iris’s pussy gently. She felt fingers brushing her inner thigh and a few moments later they were replaced by a tongue.

"Fiona!"

Iris jumped at the voice and looked over to see Delilah standing in the doorway looking pointedly at Fiona who stood up immediately.

"Forgive me, Mistress. I ... I ... lost control."

Fiona grabbed her top and quickly hurried out of the room as Iris used the blanket to cover herself.

"Forgive her. She's young and still learning her place."

Iris knew she must have been bright red from embarrassment as she met Delilah’s gaze.

“It’s okay, really, I wanted her to do it.”

She hoped Delilah wasn’t going to be too angry at Fiona. She wasn’t sure what their relationship was but she didn’t want to cause trouble between them especially since Delilah had been so kind already.

“I’m sorry you ended up walking in on that. I’m so embarrassed,” she said, hoping Delilah wouldn’t end up changing her mind about helping Iris get in touch with Evan.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

“It’s okay, really, I wanted her to do it,” Iris said.

Delilah smiled slightly, thinking Sex, yes ... suck, no. If only you knew what had been coming.

“I’m sorry you ended up walking in on that," Iris continued, now hiding her delicious body. "I’m so embarrassed.”

"Do not feel embarrassed," Delilah said with a sincere tone. "You have no need to be. I am happy for you. Fiona is ... skilled."

She entered the bedroom, seeming to ignore that upon which she interrupted. She strode forth to a pair of doors, pulling them open to reveal an impressive walk-in closet; Iris would realize upon inspecting it that the rods, shelves, and drawers were packed with clothing and accessories for women, and that much of it was her size, plus or minus.

"You should be able to find something casual in here," she explained as she turned back toward the room's exit. "I am sitting down to a brandy if you wish to join me. Shower if you wish. I'll be out in the lounge."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(Continued from above)

The lounge, as Delilah referred to it, was a sunken portion of the huge penthouse's living area that was sunken a couple of steps and located adjacent to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out upon the city. At just past midnight on a weekday night, the cityscape wasn't as brightly lit as it might be earlier on a working day evening or on a Friday or Saturday party night, yet it was still one of the most breathtaking views to be found.

The penthouse was the topmost of the building's 16 floors which meant there were plenty of taller buildings in the city. But as there were no taller buildings between it and the park and, beyond it, the river, the cityscape on the other side of the river was still spectacular.

One of Delilah's servants had delivered a bottle of champagne cooled in a salted ice-water bucket along with two flutes, yet the Mistress of the house poured herself a snifter of brandy instead. She moved to the windows, sipping at the drink while she stared out upon the city and awaited her guest.

 

[Jenn1982]

"Do not feel embarrassed. You have no need to be. I am happy for you. Fiona is ... skilled."

Delilah sounded like she genuinely meant what she was saying and Iris felt some of her embarrassment ease. She watched the other woman walk across the room to a set of double doors and pulled them open. From where she was sitting Iris could see it was a huge walk-in closet. She was fairly sure that it was probably about the same size as the kitchen in her apartment. She could see clothes hanging on the racks and shoes as well as what looked like jewelry boxes and even more clothes on shelves. She was a little thrown off by it since she had assumed the reason Delilah offered to let her stay here was because no one lived in the penthouse permanently. If that was the case though why would the closet be full. From what she could see of the clothes and shoes it was all things for a woman so it wasn’t as if they just kept generic things that anyone who stayed could use if they needed. She really hoped that this wasn’t where Fiona or Delilah or anyone else normally lived and would now have to stay somewhere else so she could stay here for a few days.

"You should be able to find something casual in here. I am sitting down to a brandy if you wish to join me. Shower if you wish. I'll be out in the lounge."

“Thank you, I’ll join you soon,” she said before the woman walked out of the room.

She didn’t want to make Delilah wait but she did hop into the shower and quickly wash off before exploring the closet. There were even more things than Iris had thought as she was able to see the rest of the closet that had been out of her line of sight earlier. She ran her fingers along the clothes that hung on the racks, enjoying the feeling of the different soft fabrics. Delilah had been correct in saying Iris would be able to find something casual in the closet, there were clothes for all levels of formality. Regardless of whether it was an exquisite evening gown or a pajama set it all looked expensive and Iris was sure it was.

She realized she had been gawking at all the clothes for a few minutes and she set about getting dressed. She pulled on a pair of black leggings that seemed to have been made to fit her perfectly and a burgundy sweater that she was sure was cashmere. She’d avoided getting her hair wet in the shower, if she had it would have taken her forever to brush it all out afterwards and she didn’t want to take any longer than she already had.

She walked out to the lounge and saw Delilah standing in front of floor to ceiling windows that looked out on the city. The view was spectacular even at night and she was eager to see how beautiful it would be in the light of day. She walked closer to Delilah but stopped halfway across the room. She had a fear of heights and she knew if she got too close to the windows she would be flooded with anxiety.

“That closet is amazing, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many beautiful clothes. Thank you for letting me borrow some.”

She walked over to the small bar and looked over the bottles. She didn’t drink often and when she did it was at a bar where she could just have a drink made for her or she did shots. She definitely didn’t think this was a shots kind of situation so she was left with mixing her own drink. The bar was stocked with a variety of liquor as well as mixers but she went the easy route and poured herself a rum and coke. She took her drink over to one of the plush couches and sat down.

“Do you own this whole building,” she asked as she sipped her drink.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(OOC: The pics are out of context, but I wanted to remind our potential readers of what Iris looks like.)

Delilah smiled to herself as she listened to her house guest; despite Iris being in a different room down the hall with not one but two closed doors between them, Delilah could identify the sounds of the shower turning on and off, the dresser drawer sliding open and closed, Iris's stockinged feet as they padded this direction, and more.

She turned to view her guest as she entered the room. Delilah smiled at the sight of the beautiful redhead; the black leggings and burgundy sweater fit to her delicious, curvy body perfectly. "You look wonderful, Iris."

“That closet is amazing," the guest said. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many beautiful clothes. Thank you for letting me borrow some.”

"You feel free to make yourself welcome to anything in there," Delilah said as Iris made her way for the bar. She watched Iris intently as the latter seemed to hesitate at deciding which of her liquors to drink or even if she was going to drink at all.

“Do you own this whole building,” Iris asked, sipping at her rum and coke.

"I do," Delilah confirmed before confirming, "Or ... my organization does anyway."

She made an inviting gesture for her guest to join her at the windows, but Iris hesitated. Delilah sensed that the woman had an issue with heights, though, and instead went to stand closer to her as she continued, "While Fiona was ... making you comfortable ... Rose stopped by ... to speak with me about you.

"She had not been dressed to work ... saying she was not feeling well," Delilah continued, reaching out a fingertip to gently, intimately caress the other woman's arm as she passed and continued on to the wet bar where she began pouring two flutes with Champagne. "We chatted a moment ... about you ... about what Rose told you ... about us."

Carrying the two glasses back toward Iris, Delilah offered one out before finishing, "Rose explained to me that she told you that you lost your brother to a cult."

She sipped at her glass, eying Iris for her response, then smiled and finished, "She is correct ... in a sense."

 

[Jenn1982]

"I do. Or ... my organization does anyway."

Delilah gestured for Iris to join her by the windows, probably to show her the view, but she just couldn’t make herself get up and go over even though she didn’t want to come across as rude. She knew it was perfectly safe, the windows were likely made of a thick, sturdy glass but despite knowing rationally that there was no danger she still reacted as if she were in a life or death situation. Thankfully Delilah didn’t seem to take Iris refraining from joining her as a snub, instead she made her way closer to where Iris was sitting.

"While Fiona was ... making you comfortable ... Rose stopped by ... to speak with me about you. She had not been dressed to work ... saying she wasn't feeling well,” the woman said as she ran a finger lightly across Iris’s arm in a way that sent a thrill of pleasure through her.

Iris couldn’t help but blush slightly at the mention of her time with Fiona, especially combined with the way Delilah’s finger trailed along her arm but when Delilah said Rose had stopped by Iris’s focus moved squarely to that. She had been disappointed when she hadn’t seen Rose downstairs earlier and now she felt bad hearing that the woman wasn’t feeling well. It was a little strange that she would come here in person to talk to Delilah if she wasn’t feeling well, why not just call, Iris wondered. Delilah had walked over to the bar and poured two glasses from the bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket.

"We chatted a moment ... about you ... about what Rose told you ... about us.”

Delilah had walked back to Iris with the flutes of champagne, offering one to Iris. She still had half of her drink left but she took the champagne, more interested in what Delilah was saying. Did she mean the part about vampires running a cult out of the club? Why would Rose even come and tell Delilah what she had told Iris…it had seemed like she didn’t want anyone at the club knowing, insisting they meet at the coffee shop because she couldn’t talk to her about it at the club.

"Rose explained to me that she told you that you lost your brother to a cult."

Iris was growing more puzzled by the second and she was beginning to feel a sense of unease going through her. Delilah didn’t sound angry or seem like she was upset about what Rose had said…was it because vampire cults was too crazy to be offended by or because there actually was a cult, not with vampires of course but a cult that Delilah knew about or was maybe even involved in. That didn’t seem right though…Delilah was helping her and she had been nothing but kind.

"She is correct ... in a sense."

“I…I don’t understand. There is a cult operating in your club?”

She took a few bigger sips of her rum and coke as she tried to figure out what was going on.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

“I…I don’t understand," Iris responded. "There is a cult operating in your club?”

Delilah chuckled softly, sipped at her Champagne again, then explained, "Others might call it a cult. We like to think of it as ... Family. Your brother does ... think of it as Family. Evan has been welcomed into the Family, and he has proven himself to be a valuable member of it."

She sipped at her Champagne again, then added, "I am sure that if you wished to, Evan would want you to be part of the Family as well, Iris."

Motion at the penthouse's entrance drew Delilah's eyes. She nodded almost imperceptibly to Fiona, who nodded more noticeably before then smirking knowingly to Iris.

"I have somewhere to be, my dear," Delilah told Iris, setting her nearly empty flute down. She turned to depart but then paused, looked to Iris, and told her suggestively, "You could come with me, if you wished. You might find answers you seek there."

 

[Jenn1982]

Delilah didn’t seem upset or offended at her question and when the other woman chuckled Iris thought that surely Delilah was about to tell her how crazy and untrue that was.

"Others might call it a cult. We like to think of it as ... Family. Your brother does ... think of it as Family. Evan has been welcomed into the Family, and he has proven himself to be a valuable member of it."

Iris’s heart sank at this. Whatever was going on clearly Delilah at the very least knew about it and at worst was a part of it. Iris and Evan’s parents had died a few years back so in essence they were basically the only family they had left but still…shouldn’t she be enough family for Evan. Why would he have abandoned her for some new “family”.

"I am sure that if you wished to, Evan would want you to be part of the Family as well, Iris."

Iris wasn’t sure what to think about that. It absolutely sounded like something someone in a cult would say to someone they were trying to recruit but the reason they said it was because it was effective. Iris loved her brother, with all her heart, and if the only way to have him back was to become part of this cult too…well it would be hard to say no to that. She wanted to give Delilah the benefit of doubt though, maybe this wasn’t a cult, maybe it was just a group of lonely people who had found each other.

Iris noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced over and saw that Fiona was standing at the main door. Her focus was mainly on Delilah but for a moment she glanced at Iris but she couldn’t quite decipher what Fiona’s expression might mean.

"I have somewhere to be, my dear. You could come with me, if you wished. You might find answers you seek there."

“Yes…if you don’t mind, I’d like to come along,” Iris said eagerly.

She had so many questions and so far the only person who had given her any answers was Delilah.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

“Yes…if you don’t mind, I’d like to come along,” Iris said eagerly to the other woman's invitation.

Delilah's smile widened. "Good. Very good."

She turned and led Iris back to the bedroom where she'd had such a delightful time with Fiona's mouth on her pussy. Delilah said with a suggestive tone, "Let us see if we can find something appropriate for you to wear, dear."

Delilah set to searching through the walk-in closet, occasionally pulling out an outfit, holding it before Iris's body, then putting it away in search of something different. Finally, she pulled out a sexy black dress that would leave little to the imagination. She handed it to Iris, saying with a smile, "This should do very well."

Turning, she opened a dresser draw, poked through it, and pulled out a tiny, lacy black thong. "This, too."

Next, she let her fingers walk across a shelf of shoes, picking out a tall pair of black spikes. "These are perfect."

She returned to the bedroom but then turned back and stopped; she showed no intention of leaving to let Iris change in private. If her guest requested her to depart, she would, of course.

 

[Jenn1982]

"Good. Very good."

Delilah seemed pleased that Iris had agreed to go with her to whatever this thing she had to be at was. The woman walked into the bedroom Iris was staying in and Iris followed close behind.

"Let us see if we can find something appropriate for you to wear, dear."

Delilah began looking through the clothes that filled the walk-in closet. Some of the clothes she barely glanced at while others she would scrutinize for a few moments before pulling it out to hold in front of Iris. She wasn’t holding it there for Iris to give her opinion, it was clear she was just holding it there to try to picture how it would look on her. Iris didn’t mind though, she had never been one of those people who spent a lot of time on their clothes and being stylish so Delilah would probably have a much better sense of what would look best on her. There was also the fact that Iris had no idea what this thing was they were going to so she wouldn’t know what to wear anyway.

The clothes that were seeming to pass the initial inspection were definitely what Iris would consider things you wore to a nightclub and they all consisted of very little material. Delilah finally seemed to find what she was looking for and handed Iris a little black dress.

"This should do very well."

Iris looked at it with a dubious expression. It was beyond short and the front was a deep V neck that would go almost to her belly button. The back was pretty much non-existent making wearing a bra pretty much impossible.

"This, too,” Delilah said as she picked out a black thong.

She walked over to the rows of shoes, surveying them just as carefully as she had the clothes though she made her choice in half the time. She picked up a pair of black stilettos that made Iris’s feet hurt just looking at them. She wore heels occasionally but never heels that high. Hopefully she wouldn’t break an ankle.

"These are perfect."

The woman walked out of the closet but stopped before actually leaving the bedroom. Iris thought maybe she had something else to say but after the seconds ticked by in silence she realized that Delilah was not planning on leaving. Iris normally wouldn’t just get changed in front of someone she barely knew while they watched but Delilah had already seen her in a much more exposed situation.

Iris pulled the sweater over her head, followed by the leggings. She picked up the lacy underwear Delilah had chosen and pulled them on. Even without being able to see herself in a mirror she could tell they were tiny indeed. She took the dress off the hanger and pulled it on, taking a minute to get her hair out from under the halter strap and make sure everything that needed to be covered was. The dress definitely left her feeling exposed but she picked up the shoes and walked over to the mirror. Delilah really did have a great sense of style because she looked great in the dress, it hugged her curves perfectly and seemed to highlight all of her best assets.

“I would never have chosen this dress myself but it looks great, thank you, Delilah,” she said as she walked over to sit down at the foot of the bed.

She set the shoes on the floor and slid her feet in before bending down to buckle them. Iris hadn’t even stood up yet and she already felt unsteady. She slowly stood up and congratulated herself on not immediately falling over though she did teeter slightly.

“Um..I think I’m ready, I might walk slow though, I’m not used to such high heels. Oh, wait, do I need to do makeup, I guess I didn’t even think to ask you.”

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Delilah stood idly by as Iris began stripping out of the comfort clothes in which she'd likely thought she would end the evening. The redhead was initially hesitant, which was understandable, but -- as Iris herself was thinking -- Delilah had, of course, seen her ... more exposed as Fiona had driven her to the heights of ecstasy with her very skilled tongue and fingers.

The Nightstalkers Mistress enjoyed the view of a naked Iris very much. Iris's body was well rounded, tight where it should be, soft in the other right places; Delilah wondered whether this erotic beauty was a result of lucky nature or daily effort, either good diet, exercise, or a combination of the two.

“I would never have chosen this dress myself," Iris said after she stood before the mirror to check herself out. She added, "But it looks great, thank you, Delilah.”

"It is very much my pleasure," Delilah answered, walking up to Iris as she promised, "And it will continue to be my pleasure ... if you choose to stay around a while." Pointing toward the closet and smiling, Delilah said, "There is an entire closet there from which you may choose."

Delilah turned Iris toward her, looking her up and down. "Please excuse me, dear," she said before slipping a hand into the dress's bosom to reposition one breast, then into the other side to reposition the other. Studying the way the tight fit kept Iris's breasts up and in, she smiled and said only, "Better."

“Um..I think I’m ready, I might walk slow though, I’m not used to such high heels," Iris said about the spike heels.

"You will get used to them easily enough," Delilah promised, turning for the room's exit.

"Oh, wait, do I need to do makeup," Iris remembered. "I guess I didn’t even think to ask you.”

Delilah smiled back to Iris, saying, "No, honey. You are perfect as you are." She liked the innocence of the redhead's freckled-filled face and saw no reason for her to cover the little red dots with makeup. She gestured Iris forward, saying, "Come. It is time."

They took the private elevator down to the basement, stepping out to find a Towncar waiting for them in the building's underground parking lot. The chauffeur greeted the two women with a polite smile, helping them inside before pulling the car out onto the city streets. Delilah spoke of their destination with a simple, "It is not far."

Ten minutes later, after leaving the city and entering the rolling hills of the city's upper scale neighborhood, they pulled up to the wrought iron gates of a brick wall that hid whatever was behind it. The car slowed to nearly a stop before the gate opened to let them pass. They continued up a long, cobblestoned driveway flanked by ancient oak trees, beyond which were white fences enclosing acres upon acres of pastureland; during the daylight hours, quarter horses could be seen prancing around and eating at the thick, green grass.

The car came to a stop before a large, magnificent mansion, where a pair of men opened the doors and helped the women out without a word. Delilah waited for Iris to join her, took her by the elbow, and -- as she walked her up the many steps to the front entrance -- explained as if her guest was supposed to understand what was happening, "You are free to partake as you wish ... and even more free to decline invitations offered you. No means no here. Remember that."

By the time she'd finished her declaration, the front entrance was opened to them ... and they walked into what would immediately become obvious to Iris was an orgy. The entry hall was crowded with more than three dozen people, either standing about in couples, thruples, or small groups or sitting in chairs or lying upon couches; most of them were engaged in some form of sexual interaction, from simple kissing and fondling to fucking or sucking.

"Welcome to Ridgeworth ... another of my homes," Delilah said softly to Iris as she walked her deeper into the room; from every direction, pairs of eyes found the pair, heads nodding with respect to the Mistress before then ogling the redhead hungrily. Delilah continued, "We have all night ... so ... there is no hurry in deciding whether or not to ... partake. Just remember what I told you, Iris: you make your own decisions. If you do not wish to partake in any way..."

A woman had walked up to them, bowing respectfully to Delilah before greeting her, "Mistress."

About the woman, Delilah explained, "This is Wanda. She is at your beck and call ... and if you need a place of privacy, she will take you to one of the rooms upstairs."

Wanda nodded to Iris, confirming, "I am at your command."

If Iris said nothing to stop her, Delilah would explain that she needed to speak to someone and would depart.

 

[Jenn1982]

Iris spent most of the car ride fidgeting with her hands and glancing out the window. Once they left the city the absence of all the lights made it hard to see much of what was around them. Iris supposed it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since arriving here to look for Evan she had only been in the city so it wasn’t likely she would recognize their surroundings even if she could make them out. It wasn’t long before they slowed and Iris looked out the front windshield and saw a large gate. Before they came to a full stop the gate swung open and they continued on. She could make out towering trees along both sides of the road.

The car pulled to a stop in front of a colossal house…though she supposed it was actually a mansion. It was beautiful and Iris couldn’t help but gawk at it as the car door was opened. She got out of the car, assisted by a well-dressed but silent man. She continued around the car to join Delilah at the foot of the steps leading to the front door. Delilah grasped her elbow and began up the steps. Iris wasn’t sure what they were doing here, it was pretty late to just show up at someone’s house but maybe whoever lived here kept strange hours.

"You are free to partake as you wish ... and even more free to decline invitations offered you. No means no here. Remember that."

Iris didn’t have a chance to ask for more clarification as they were already stepping inside the foyer of the house…which was filled with nearly or fully naked people doing all manner of sexual things with each other. Iris’s mouth dropped at the sight, her eyes constantly drawn from one intimate act to another.

"Welcome to Ridgeworth ... another of my homes.”

Delilah continued into the home and even if she hadn’t had a hold of Iris’s elbow Iris would’ve been right behind her. She wasn’t sure what a typical reaction to stumbling across a surprise orgy was but she didn’t think her shock wouldn’t be considered unreasonable.

"We have all night ... so ... there is no hurry in deciding whether or not to ... partake. Just remember what I told you, Iris: you make your own decisions. If you do not wish to partake in any way..."

Iris wasn’t sure what she would have said to that but at that moment a woman had come up to them, giving a little bow in Delilah’s direction.

"Mistress."

The woman was lovely but so far all of the women Iris had seen both at the club and here were lovely.

"This is Wanda. She is at your beck and call ... and if you need a place of privacy, she will take you to one of the rooms upstairs."

"I am at your command,” the woman said with a nod of agreement.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Iris finally managed to say as her brain was still trying to catch up to everything going on.

Delilah excused herself, telling Iris she had to speak to someone before walking into the crowd. Iris turned to Wanda and gave her a tight smile, trying to figure out what she should do. People kept glancing at her and she was starting to worry one of them was going to come over so she started walking in a random direction.

“I guess I’ll look around…” she said figuring Wanda would come along.

As she walked through the room she continued to see people doing all kinds of things, some were having sex, some were watching, some were doing things in groups of 3 or 4 or more. There were groups of men and women, men and men, and women and women. She continued down a hallway that had doors spread out along each side and all of them were open. As she walked by she looked into each of them and was treated to more of the same. One room seemed to be an office of sorts and there was a man sitting in a chair with a woman sitting on his lap, riding him. The table had a woman laying on it while a man stood at one end as she sucked his cock. A woman stood at the opposite end fucking her with a strap-on she was wearing. The next room had a large bed that must have had at least 8 people on it engaged in everything from making out to double penetration.

Iris couldn’t seem to look away from each new sight. She was fairly certain these people didn’t care if she was watching them but she still felt weird about it anyway. She had seen things like this…well not all of this…in porn she just hadn’t necessarily thought she’d see it in person, especially with a bunch of strangers. One of the men on the bed saw her staring and beckoned to her. She gave a quick shake of her head before hurrying down the hall.

The hall opened up to another large room full of people but only some of these people were doing anything sexual and a number of them were fully dressed, albeit in very skimpy clothing in most cases. There was music playing just loud enough that people had to speak up to talk to one another and there was a large area where people were dancing. She had seen a few waitresses in the other room but hadn’t paid a lot of attention to them at the time but she noticed more here with trays of champagne. As one of the waitresses passed by Iris grabbed a glass and indicated to Wanda that she should do the same. She walked over to a wall near the dance floor to watch the people dancing. It didn’t take her long to drink the champagne and once she saw that Wanda was done she gestured towards the dance floor.

“Do you like to dance?”

The woman nodded and followed Iris. Iris began dancing, letting herself enjoy the music. A few other people gravitated towards her but they seemed to sense that she wasn’t looking to do anything besides dance at the moment and they just continued dancing. As she danced she realized she had even more questions for Delilah now than she had.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Wanda followed behind Iris, admiring the way the dress both hugged those parts of her it covered and showed off the flesh of those places it didn't. As the redhead had noticed, the party was populated by beautiful, sexy women, yet Wanda couldn't get her eyes off Iris as they wandered through the orgy.

“Do you like to dance?” the guest asked when they arrived at a room in which mostly dancing was taking place.

"Yes," Wanda answered simply, smiling at the invitation.

The music was typical for a downtown techno-disco nightclub, even if the room and the mansion within which it was located weren't. Wanda joined Iris in casual, rhythmic gyrations, looking her up and down and giving her a friendly smile. As the song continued, she could see in the other woman's glances about the room and what seemed like a tentative anxiety that she had questions that needed answers.

Wanda moved up close to Iris, pulling their bodies together, matching her movements in an erotic way as she whispered into her ear, "What's on your mind...? I can see it racing in your eyes."

As she waited for an answer, Wanda slipped one hand around to Iris's bare back while the other took the woman's hand and intertwined their fingers.

 

[Jenn1982]

Iris was pulled from her thoughts as Wanda moved in close to her and moved her lips near Iris’s ear.

"What's on your mind...? I can see it racing in your eyes."

Iris didn’t even know where she would start if she were even going to talk to Wanda about it. The woman took Iris’s hand in hers as they danced, her other hand rested on her lower back which was bare thanks to the barely there dress.

“Um…I don’t know, just some family stuff that Delilah is helping me with. I’m okay, really,” she said with a smile, “So uh how long have you known Delilah?”

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

“Um…I don’t know, just some family stuff that Delilah is helping me with," Iris answered. "I’m okay, really."

Wanda understood the other woman's hesitance; Iris didn't know her first, and second, she was unexpectedly dancing in the midst of an orgy that surely had been just as unexpected.

“So uh how long have you known Delilah?”

"I came into the Mistress's service in 1946," Wanda said, her lips again close to the other woman's ear again, "when I was a 14-year-old war refugee."

She pulled back to meet Iris's eyes as she smiled, clarifying, "It wasn't sexual, of course ... not yet ... not until I came off age."

She spoke of age and sex as if those were the most important parts of what she'd said, not the seemingly insignificant fact that now, in 2025, she was claiming to be 93 years old.