Author: Connard Wellingham Title: The Girls School Part: Chapter 06 Summary: Adam Hazel finds a new job at an exclusive girl's school where he finds things are not quite as they seem... Keywords: MF, Mf, FF, ff, M+F+f+, F+f+, bdsm, span, oral, cons The Girl's School By: Connard Wellingham Copyright (c) Connard Wellingham 2003 This story contains what is known as 'adult content', ie sex. Why one should be allowed to read about murder, torture, violence and killing but not sex is a mystery to me - but there you go, that's the way it is. So if it is not legal for you to read about sex where you are, or you are deemed too young to read about sex or, you find stories about sex offensive - DO NOT READ THIS STORY. This story is fiction. This story is FANTASY. It is intended solely for your amusement and enjoyment. The author would not like to mislead the more gullible among you that the world really is as depicted here. Whether the world would be a better place if people did behave as they do in the story is a moot point. This story can be freely distributed so long as; a) neither the distributor nor the recipient make any profit from it, b) no words are changed without the author's consent, c) the author is credited with being the author, d) this warning section is included, e) acknowledgment is given to www.asstr.org as being the original source of the text. The author welcomes helpful comments and can be contacted at cwellingham@SoftHome.net. Chapter 6 - Initiation (MF bdsm fdom) He was awoken by frantic knocking on the front door. Blearily he stumbled from his bed and opened it. In the hallway stood Jacqueline, holding a raincoat clasped tightly at her throat and looking very agitated. "Quick," she cried. "You must come at once." "What .... ? Why ... ?" he asked, his head full of sleep. "Don't ask any questions. You must come now. It's very important." The urgency in her voice penetrated the fog of sleep. "Okay. Okay." he turned away to find some clothes and Jacqueline followed him in and paced agitatedly while he struggled into trousers, jumper and shoes. "Hurry. Do hurry," she urged. She led him out across the courtyard and away from the main entrance. The night was overcast and pitch black and he had no idea of what time it was. He kept stumbling and tripping, although Jacqueline seemed to know her way. He noticed, without really being aware of it, that she held the neck of her coat tightly closed at all times although the night was not cold, and that she was wearing a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals. She opened a door he had not seen before and urged him through. "In here," she hissed. "Be careful on the stairs." There was no light and he stumbled up a flight of stairs. As he reached the top, a door opened in front of him and the dim light spilling out temporarily blinded him. Before his eyes could adjust, Jacqueline pushed him firmly from behind. He lurched through the doorway and was grabbed by a number of people. His arms were pinned tightly and a hood thrown over his head. He started to protest and struggle. "Adam," said a voice he recognised as Anne's. "Be still and listen. You have been brought here tonight for a very special purpose. Tonight you are on trial. It is a serious trail for your future depends on how you behave. For the duration you will remain blindfolded. If you cooperate, your arms will remain free and only your legs will be restrained. To succeed in this trial you must do exactly as you are instructed without question and without objection. If you so much as hint at non-cooperation, the consequences will be severe. Do you understand." "What...! This is outrageous! You can't ... " he spluttered, his voice muffled by the hood. "Adam! I can't tell you how important and serious this is. I am not exaggerating when I say your whole future depends on what happens here tonight. You must do exactly as instructed without question and without objection. I will not repeat this. You have no need to speak - simply nod or shake your head. Now, do I have your full and willing cooperation?" There was something in her voice that convinced him she was deadly serious and it chilled him. He noticed that he had not been given an option to back out. For a fleeting instant he wondered if his life was at stake. He swallowed in a dry throat and nodded. "You agree you will obey every command given and carry out every action as instructed?" Again he nodded. There seemed to be a collective sigh of relief from his captors. With a flash of intuition, he realised they were all female. A feminine body pressed against him and soft hands slipped a mask underneath the hood and secured it tightly around his eyes. The hood was removed. It felt very strange and unnerving to be in an unknown room with a group of unknown women, unable to see. The lack of vision, however, heightened his other senses. The hands that had fastened the mask now tugged at his jumper. He raised his arms above his head to assist. A second pair of hands was fumbling at his belt and fly and a third pair was tugging at his shoes. The air was warm and the floor carpeted. The carpet felt soft and thick against his bare feet. There was a clanking of chains and soft hands clamped padded metal bands around his ankles. He was urged forward, stumbling as he discovered that the chain joined the ankle bands together, until his toes met and obstruction. "Bend over. You won't fall," said a voice. His hands were pulled forward to grip a horizontal metal bar, slightly above waist height and away form his body. There was a shuffling sound from the floor and a pair of gentle hands and mouth wrapped themselves around his cock. Despite feeling completely vulnerable and exposed, he began to respond. The hands cupped his balls, nails scored lightly up the sensitive underside of his cock. Lips and tongue licked and sucked around the glans. The mouth engulfed him and he felt the tip of his cock press against the woman's throat. She was definitely an expert at oral sex. He groaned. Without warning a line of severe pain lanced across his buttocks and a searing heat, like a jolt of electricity, surged through his body. He cried out and jerked forwards to escape the pain. The woman sucking him off jerked her mouth away to avoid being choked. "What the ... !" he shouted. "Remember, Adam, you are on trial, here!" The pain and shock receded leaving a residual heat. The mouth returned to ministering to his cock which now seemed even more sensitive. With sudden insight he saw the parallel between his situation and the recent punishment session. The mouth at his cock and the burning in his bottom prevented him from thinking very clearly. This was very important! If only they would let him alone for a moment he was sure he could work it out. The second blow landed and again he jerked forwards. This time he managed to remain silent except for an involuntary grunt. Images flashed through his mind; of the girls in the car on the way to the interview, of Felicia in her thong, of Anne confessing she enjoyed punishing the girls. All the little signals he had overlooked suddenly came into focus. This was no ordinary school. Something mysterious was going on. He was taking part in some sort of initiation rite - some trial to see if he was fit for something. He had no idea what but in that instant he knew he wanted, needed to be part of it and that he must not fail. With almost maniacal glee, he braced himself for the further blows he knew would come. When the next blow landed he gripped the bar tightly and managed to restrain his movement to a slight flinch. "Very good," said Anne, approvingly. The mouth at his cock had moved away in case he reacted but quickly returned. He gritted his teeth as the pain surged through him again. This time, perhaps because he was anticipating it, it did not seem so bad. The blows continued to rain down on him from behind and the mouth continued to suck him from the front. He no longer felt the individual blows. Each one seemed only to raise the searing agony to even higher levels. The pain became heat and spread through his body with its focus in his cock. The mouth licked and slurped and sucked seeking to suck his balls out through the tip of his cock. He lost count of the strokes. His whole concentration was on the pain and the heat and the sucking mouth. A deep sensation began at the base of his cock. "Oh, shit. Oh, yes," he cried out. He began to twitch uncontrollably as his balls emptied and he pumped his cum into the anonymous mouth. The first spurt caught her by surprise but she immediately began sucking and swallowing enthusiastically, cupping his balls and squeezing them gently as they emptied their contents into her mouth. The mouth moved away and was replaced by a second one which eagerly licked and lapped him clean. Gentle hands helped him upright where he stood on shaky legs. A glass of liquid was pressed into his hand and he drank it eagerly, not thinking or caring about what it might be. It didn't seem to be alcoholic but it settled in his stomach and spread a fuzzy warmth all through his body. The pain in his bottom receded to a dull ache. Another pair of soft hands took hold of his cock and gently began to masturbate him. To his surprise, he began to respond immediately. A mouth followed the hands - this time full of light and fluttery kisses and licks that seemed more aimed at rousing him to full strength. In no time at all, his cock was stiff and throbbing. He could feel the blood pulse through its veins and he wanted a fuck. Eager hands pressed him back until he was lying on his back on a narrow bench. His arms were pulled together under the bench and his wrists were handcuffed together. His feet were unchained and positioned flat on the floor and a strap secured his ankles to the legs of the bench. The bench was narrow and he felt precariously balanced. He was acutely conscious of his cock, thick and throbbing and standing stiffly out from his body, fully exposed for all to see. Then there was the warmth of a woman's body near his head and the musky, tingly aroma of hot female sex. "Right, Adam," said Anne's voice. "You are required to make each person in turn cum without cumming yourself. If you cum first, it will be 20 lashes plus 5 for each person you missed. Clear?" He nodded and before he could even take a breath, his mouth was filled with hot, wet, cunt and a thick bush of pubic hair. He stuck out a tongue and probed the cunt and was rewarded with a moan. He began to lick between the proffered lips, running his tongue up and down the moist slit. He probed deeper, wiggling his tongue inside the vagina. It's owner moaned again and started to rub her cunt up and down on his face. The hairs of her cunt filled his mouth and his nose and chin became coated and sticky with her juices. He found her clitoris and flicked it with his tongue; probing and poking. The owner grew more agitated, pressing down more heavily on his face. He stretched his lips and sucked the clitoris into his mouth. This drove the woman wild and she started bucking so fiercely that he feared he would roll off the bench. But her agitation acted to his advantage for, instead of having to work to bring her off, the woman was doing that for him. She was obviously aroused before he started and it was only a matter of minutes before she pushed down hard on his face, almost breaking his neck, and rewarded his efforts with a scream of pleasure and a flood of feminine juices. The juices ran stickily covering his nose, mouth and chin. He could hear the woman being helped down with appreciative murmurs. 'Well, that wasn't too bad,' he thought. 'If my neck can stand the strain, I should be able to do this.' A warm, damp cloth was passed over his face and neck, wiping away the sticky residue and another pair of thighs stepped up. He knew it was somebody different: the aroma from the aroused cunt above his head was, somehow, sweeter and lighter. The thighs and cunt seemed closer so he guessed that this woman was smaller. From above his head a hesitant voice said, "I don't think I want to do this..." "You have to," came Jaqueline's voice, encouragingly. "You'll be just fine. You'll enjoy it." The cunt was lowered tentatively. He felt soft, cunt lips and a brush of fine cunt hair against his nose and mouth. He surmised that this was Evaline. He decided he had better be a bit less aggressive than he had been with the previous woman. He started by making short, gentle licks over and around the soft cunt lips, gradually making them longer and more lingering. The cunt was not so aroused as the previous one had been and it was several minutes before he felt them swell and part. The sweet, musky odour increased and he was aware of a slight trembling in the thighs which clamped his ears. He gently probed his tongue between the lips and licked up and down in long sweeps. The trembling in the thighs increased and a low moan came from above. Without warning a tongue of fire lashed across his prick and the shock made him jerk, almost dislodging the woman above him. Again, the pain lanced through his prick and balls. It was so intense he nearly wept. 'Oh,God, no more,' he begged in silent agony. In that moment of blurred anguish he almost gave up. But something held him and he fought to maintain his balance and his equilibrium, and keep up the steady licking of the cunt pressing down on his face. The woman was now fully aroused and her pussy juices were trickling out running over his chin. He extended his tongue, pushing it deeper into the hot, wet interior and wiggling it about. Evaline's cunt tasted young and sweet and he wished he could push his cock into it instead of his tongue. No further blows came to his cock. Instead, it was suddenly engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. To his surprise, the lashing had not decreased his ardour. If anything, his cock was even more sensitive and felt every touch of lips and tongue intensely. The mouth moved up and down on his cock, sucking as it rose. The tongue ran round the sensitive tip then the mouth descended again. 'Oh, shit,' he thought. 'If she keeps this up, I'll cum long before I've finished.' The thought of 20 or more lashes, however, didn't bear contemplating so he tried his best to ignore the sensations at his lower end and concentrate on those at the top end. He probed and licked, wiggling his tongue deep into the, by now, hotly aroused cunt. He found the woman's stiff, little clitoris and circles it with his tongue. She let out a small scream and almost overbalanced. Sympathetic hands reached out to support her and he could vaguely hear encouraging voices muffled by the slim thighs clamped tightly around his head. The mouth continued to ply his cock and he continued to try to ignore it and bring the girl on his face to her climax. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth and nipped it gently with his teeth. That did it. Evaline's thighs parted then clamped shut around his head, her bottom jerked and twitched as she came. More sweet, female juice dribbled over his face and he eagerly lapped it from her cunt. Trembling with emotion, she was helped down. The mouth was withdrawn from his cock. Now the stress was over, he became aware that his body, particularly his neck and shoulders were aching with the strain of maintaining his balance on the narrow bench. His face was tenderly cleaned again. Then another pair of thighs straddled his head and another cunt descended, rather tentatively, on his face. These thighs were sleek and muscular and the cunt had a more stringent odour - tart and piquant. With sudden insight he knew this was Barbara. As her cunt lips brushed his nose, he was aware of two things - that she was remarkably wet and that there was not a trace of hair anywhere. He explored the bare lips with his tongue and discovered that they were small and full. He tried to visualise Barbara naked with her small, round cunt and found the image surprisingly erotic although he had not been particularly attracted to her before. She was too honed, too lean for his tastes with her small high breasts and broad shoulders. He continued to carefully explore Barbara's bare pussy, conscious that, as an out-and-out lesbian, she would probably not be a particularly enthusiastic participant. He was so absorbed in his task that he completely forgot where he was, so the lash curling round his erect prick caught him totally by surprise. Only by an effort of supreme self-control did he avoid biting both his tongue and Barbara's cunt lips. Three times the lash bit into his prick and three times the pain seared through his body. He broke out in a sweat all over. Somehow he managed to maintain his ministrations on Barbara's cunt, licking round the outside of her lips and then the inside. Moving his tongue in a circle he gradually eased it into her vagina. His strategy was correct. As he penetrated deeper, he could feel her self-control break down. Her legs began to tremble slightly and her breathing came faster and hoarser. The pain in his cock faded and was replaced with a throbbing burning sensation. The tip of a soft, wet tongue touch the very tip and jerked involuntarily. The tongue pressed and wiggled as if trying to insert itself into the pee-hole. The sensation nearly blew his mind. Then it circled his glans, looping round and round. Every so often, just for variety, lips would close over it and the tongue would lash the tip. He could feel his prick throbbing and pulsing and began to doubt he could hold out long enough to complete his task. With a sense of urgency, he thrust his tongue deep into the cunt on his face. Barbara groaned loudly. She slumped forward, supporting her weight with her hands on his chest and pushed her cunt down onto his mouth. This helped distract him from the ministrations at his other end and he attacked her cunt with a will, plunging his tongue in and out of her cunt - fucking her with his tongue. She shifted slightly and he found her clitoris, a hard nubbin like a child's thumb, which he proceeded to lick and nibble with vigour, sometimes sucking it right into his mouth and lashing with his tongue. Barbara bounced and wriggled above him so that he had great difficulty in holding on. She moaned and grunted above him, obviously nearing her climax. He gripped her clitoris between his lips and manipulated it with his tongue and let her own movements take her over the edge. Suddenly she let out a high-pitched yell and sat heavily on his face. Her legs went rigid and she flooded his mouth with her cum. There were cries of pleasure and encouragement from the others as she was assisted off. "You bastard," she hissed. "That wasn't supposed to happen." He felt a glow of smug satisfaction. Meanwhile, the mouth administering to his prick had become more demanding. It was now sliding up and down his pole. He could feel his prick enter the woman's throat and her lips against his pubic hairs, and realised she was taking his complete length right into her mouth. Although he couldn't see her, he had a mental image of Jacqueline, crouched over his cock, her full, red lips sliding up and down and his cock disappearing completely between them. He could feel his balls begin to tighten and feared he would not last out much longer. Momentary distraction arrived as the warm, damp cloth wiped his face. Another pair of thighs straddled his head and he knew, before she had settled, that this was Anne. He determined to make her experience a memorable one. He suspected that, although she came across as being very assertive, she actually had a submissive streak in her and a liking for mild pain. He started, as with Barbara, by licking round the damp and swollen lips of her pussy. But, suddenly, he took them between his teeth and bit gently. "Ow," said Anne, jerking at the unexpected pain. He continued licking and nibbling, sometimes with his teeth, sometimes with his lips. She twitched and jerked above him, uttering little cries of 'Oh' and 'Ah' as he nipped and nibbled. Leaving her lips, he ran his tongue slowly up her crack from bottom to top in long, slow licks, not penetrating deeply. Gradually, he worked his tongue more deeply between her lips, now wet with arousal. Her cries turned to sighs. The woman at his prick had changed tactics and was now alternately licking his prick like a lollipop and taking him deep in her throat. The pressure in his balls was continuing to mount and he felt like gritting his teeth in an effort to prevent himself cumming. Unlike the others, Anne had mounted him facing his head and he had to stretch up his neck to seek out her clitoris. He found it hard and erect. As soon as she felt his tongue, she gave a shout, grasped his head in her hands and pressed him tightly against her cunt. He opened his mouth wide and sucked her clitoris right inside, closing his lips firmly on it. He wiggled his jaw from side to side, rolling the hard nubbin between his compressed lips. Holding his head firmly, Anne worked her hips backwards and forwards, fucking herself against his mouth and nose. She was gasping and panting as she worked herself into a frenzy. His mouth was filled with cunt. His nose was filled with cunt. He was suffocating. Then suddenly, she gave a cry, parted her thighs wide and clamped them back against his head as she flooded his face with her cum. The act of her cumming seemed to release something in him. Without warning, his cock pulsed wildly and he arched his back up off the bench, jamming his cock into the back of the throat of the woman who was sucking him off. Instinctively she swallowed and, as he shot his first load of cum, he felt the tip of his cock being squeezed by the contractions. The sensation was exquisite. He gave a great shout into Anne's cunt and he thrust further upwards driving his cock down the woman's throat and shooting his spunk directly into her throat in huge, sticky gobs. Completely overcome, the woman slumped to the floor and Anne practically fell off his face. He slipped sideways and tumbled over, pulling the bench with him, fortunately missing Anne and the woman. There was a moment's dead silence and then a rush of eager hands and babble of excited voices as all three were assisted to their feet. His bonds were untied and he was half-carried to an easy chair where he collapsed, exhausted. Tender hands massaged his wrists and ankles and cleaned his face, neck and cock. A tumbler was placed in his hands and he drank avidly, feeling the cool liquid pass refreshingly down his throat. As he slumped in the chair, recovering from his efforts, he drank in the atmosphere of the room. Although he couldn't see, the place positively reeked of sex - it wasn't just the smell of cum, although that was strong enough, nor was it only the sound of the women talking in low but excited voices. There was something else - an electricity in the air. 'Five of them,' he thought. 'I'm sure there's five of them.. Anne and Jacqueline had spoken to him. He had recognised Evaline's voice and was fairly certin of Barbara. For some reason he was sure the fifth was Marcia. 'Five, yes. OhmiGod. I only did four. I didn't complete the task,' he thought is panic. Sweat broke form his body. Any second now, Anne would announce his forfeit of 25 lashes. No, he couldn't take it. But the voices continued to murmur animatedly in the background. He sensed only an air relaxation and satisfaction with undercurrent of tension. Perhaps they had forgotten or felt he had done enough. Gradually he began to relax. Anne and Jacqueline, Barbara, Evaline and Marcia. Five exceptionally attractive women in their own way. He could almost picture them - their hands fluttering and caressing; lips, full with passion, pouting and kissing; breasts heavy with desire with swollen, turgid nipples; pussy lips distended with lust with delicate drops of sexual fluid clinging to fine pubic hair. The vision caused warmth to flood through his loins and he felt his cock begin to stir and swell. Hands clapped sharply and Anne said, "OK. Next test." There was general murmuring and shifting of position. A hand curled round his swelling cock and started to masturbate him to full hardness. Soft hair brushed his shoulder and Jacqueline's voice, close to his ear, said, "This is the last lap. One day soon, I'm going to get you on your own - and then you'd better watch out." "Is that a threat or a promise," he whispered back, his cock jumped at both her touch and her words. "Both," she replied. "Now stand up." Jacqueline tugged at his cock and he clambered to his feet. She slipped a leather collar round it and worked it up until it encircled the base. It was pulled tight, but not painfully so and the strings were tied securely around his balls. Jacqueline grasped his cock firmly and led him across the room. He was aware of someone in front of him and could smell the musky odour of a woman in heat. He was urged gently forward. The tip of his cock met the soft wet lips of a cunt. He let out a low moan as did the owner of the cunt. He put out his hands and had enough time to feel the contours of a pair of firm, round buttocks before his hands were pulled away and he was made to lean forward again and grip a horizontal bar. He desperately wanted to bury himself deep in the cunt and he sensed that she was as eager as he but was aware that he must await instructions. Jacqueline's hands left his cock and a light tap on his bottom was the signal. He pushed forward, easing his throbbing cock into the hot, wet, eager cunt. The owner pushed back, anxious to have him as deep inside her as possible. The sensation of being surrounded by a vagina was exquisite, made more so by the subtle pressure she was applying with her vaginal muscles. He was about to start humping her when a voice said, "Wait." He paused. He was aware of someone behind him and then something hard and slimy was nosing between the cheeks of his bottom and probing at his sphincter. "I've been wanting to do this since we met," breathed Anne's voice. He realised he was going to be buggered and instinctively tightened his buttocks. Anne leant over him and he could feel her large, resilient breasts press against his back, their nipples hard points of fire. "Relax," she said. "I'm going to enjoy this and I know you are, too." Despite his apprehension, there was something exciting about the idea of being buggered, particularly by a woman as beautiful as Anne. He tried to relax his muscles and was rewarded as his sphincter popped and the head of the dildo slipped inside. Anne started to push forwards but he said, hoarsely, "Wait a moment. Let me get used to it." She paused to let him accept the intruded in his backside. After a moment he pushed slightly back at her and she eased the dildo up into his arse. Fortunately it was neither particularly long nor thick. He could feel the leather straps that held it and Anne's hot belly pressed against his bottom. The owner of the cunt in which his cock was buried remained perfectly still but he could feel her trembling with the strain. "Now, " said Anne. "I want you to pull back and then I will. When I push forward, you do too. You'll soon get the hang of it." He pulled his cock back from the cunt, leaving just the tip inside. The woman groaned in frustration. Anne pulled back leaving just the tip of the dildo in his arse then pushed forwards firmly again. He pushed, too, burying himself deep in the willing cunt. Gradually, they fell into a rhythm with Anne pushing and pulling the dildo in and out of his arse while he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of the unseen cunt in front of him. He wished he could see and he wished he could use his hands to fondle the smooth bottom. But somehow, the fact he couldn't made the experience all the more exciting. All sensation was concentrated on his cock in the cunt and the dildo in his arse. The woman was panting and moaning. Her cunt was squeezing his cock; trying to keep it in her as he withdrew. Anne had wrapped her arms around him, squashing her superb breasts against his back and murmuring tender obscenities in his ear as she humped wildly against his bottom. His bottom still hurt and he mentally winced every time the straps smacked into him. Somehow, this did not detract from the exercise but served to heighten his sensations. He was, in turn, banging his cock deeply into the unseen cunt, her buttocks slapping against him and his balls swinging between her parted thighs. The double sensation of fucking and being fucked, and all this without being able to see a thing, raised him to fever pitch. He was aware of Anne behind him, crying out as she came and then the woman in front of him. And then he realised the purpose of the leather collar. As he cock swelled to discharge his first load of cum, the collar tightened, blocking the passage. He jerked and moaned in frustration at this dry cum. Behind him, Anne pressed herself tightly to his twitching buttocks, grinding her pubis against them and causing the dildo to wiggle round inside his bowels. "On," she cried. "More. More." She started fucking him again and he, perforce, started fucking the unseen cunt in which he was buried. She gave a scream, half pain half pleasure, and then started to respond to his renewed onslaught. Anne fucked him hard, obviously delighting in the power she had over him. The woman he was fucking was moaning a wailing as he thrust in and out of her. Anne stopped suddenly and hands were at his balls, loosening the strings of the cock collar. Then she renewed her onslaught of his arse. He was aware that her passion was mounting and in a strange way the dildo in his arse became pleasurable. He began to rotate his buttocks and push back at her, trying to increase her pleasure. That had an effect on the woman in front and she thrust herself back, humping her bottom up and down as she was hit by her second orgasm. Behind him, Anne came again and he could feel himself tensing as his own orgasm approached. With a hoarse cry, he strained forwards and lifted himself onto his toes with Anne pressed tight behind him, and pumped his cum into the depths of the unknown but willing cunt. The climax was heightened as he could feel Anne pressed against his clenching buttocks and was aware that she had come yet again when he had. At last Anne withdrew the dildo from his bottom and he pulled out of the woman. He was trembling so much that he nearly collapsed. The unseen hands guided him to a comfortable chair and helped him sit. He could smell the aroma of sex all around and knew that it was not only his menage-a-trois that had achieved satisfaction. A glass was placed in his hands and again he drank carelessly. He was totally spaced out and no longer cared where he was or what would happen to him. As it was, there was the rustle of clothing around him - the sounds of people dressing and shortly thereafter helpful hands were assisting him to dress. They guided him to the door and, as he was about to leave he said on impulse, "Thank you ladies, whoever you are, for a most memorable experience. And if you should care to invite me back in whatever capacity, I'd be delighted to accept." This brought a ripple of delight and mirth from the company. Outside, the mask was removed and he was aware of a dim figure which gradually manifested itself as Jacqueline. "Do you know the way back?" she asked. "No." "OK. I'll guide you." She led him down dim paths until they reached the courtyard. "You'll be OK from here," she whispered. "Yes, thank you. And, by the way - thank you." She giggled. "It's we who should thank you." She planted a quick kiss on his lips and disappeared into the night. Wearily, he stumbled indoors and collapsed on the bed without even undressing. END of Chapter 6