Girl, Hidden

Girl, Hidden

(M+/f, M/f+, bondage, cons, interracial)

I’d have driven faster had the roads not been choked with snow, but Chloe didn’t like wild driving even when someone else was doing it. I was annoyed at missing the start of the party, but since I taught an evening class, I had to give the final in the evening as well. Some of them went right to the end. So late we would be.

“I’m looking forward to meeting Gene,” Chloe said. “I read about him in a magazine last year. Newsweek maybe. I forget which one. He’s supposed to be, what, very avant-guard?”

“I don’t know if that term is still fashionable,” I said. “But you’ll see soon enough. He’s always doing crazy stuff. This time the theme is supposed to be ‘the female form, hidden’.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. It’s on the invitation. He hasn’t told me or anyone else among our friends. Not that I know of, anyway.”

“Well I think it’s cool that you know someone famous.”

“It’s no big deal. I still make more money than he does.”

“You should invest in him.”

“I did.”

“Does that make you part owner?”

“I don’t think so. It was only five hundred anyway.”

We eventually reached the parking lot. “So why are gay guys always doing stuff with women, anyway?” I asked her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you asked me, I’d describe your shoes, for example, as being blue heels. Gene could probably say the exact shade of blue and name the designer just by feeling them.”

“I don’t know,” Chloe said. “But they do know how to dress us. I can’t wait to see what Gene Champione’s come up with.”

“I’m sure you’ll like him and his work,” I said. We trudged through the accumulating snow to the Campus Arts Center. It was by invitation only, so we checked in and put our coats away. Someone must have noted our arrival because Gene appeared before we even made it to the ballroom he had reserved.

“James, so delighted to see you, of course. And this must be Chloe,” he said, taking her hand to kiss it. He was laying it on pretty thick.

“I’m so thrilled to meet you, Mr. Champione,” she replied, and she seemed to mean it. Of course I’d known Gene since college and seen him shit-faced drunk too often to be impressed by his rising star quality.

“Oh no no no,” he said. “James must have been very remiss in not telling you to simply call me Gene. How naughty.”

“Okay, Gene,” she said.

“I was so upset that your class kept you away from the grand opening, but you are here now and we are far from the close of the evening. It’s performance art, you know, so it must be now or never. Come, come, I want you to see.”

“Oh boy, this should be good,” Chloe said. I was pretty eager myself. We made our way through the light crowd, but soon saw what Gene had come up with. It took me a moment to take it all in and I didn’t know quite what to think.

Not surprisingly, the woman in the performance art was nude. She was standing under a rectangular frame, which I easily recognized as a bondage frame, and she was spread eagled, not tightly, but with little slack in the chains that held her legs apart a couple feet and her arms up. She was very dark skinned, and I simultaneously noticed that she was Indian and that she was Kim Patel, a close friend to both of us. Kim, who didn’t even like wearing bikinis on the beach. I could only imagine the sweet talking Gene had done to get her to agree to do this.

There was more, though, as we walked closer. I thought she was standing there, looking around, and smiling. But something about her features was off and a bit unsettling. Only when I got closer did I figure out what it was, and why she was looking right at me without noticing our presence. Gene had taken pictures of her and then had the pictures printed on the back side of some strips of tape, which he had placed over her eyes and over her mouth. Thus, her real eyes and mouth were covered by pictures of her eyes and mouth. But the real Kim was blind and mute at the moment.

“What? How did you...” My question trailed off.

“The trick was printing such that the correct aspect ratio was maintained even when taping around her eyes and nose at an angle,” Gene said.

“Hi, Kim. It’s me,” I said.

“Oh, she can’t hear you,” Gene said. “Come, look.” He pointed to her ears, which I saw were plugged up with some kind of wax or plastic or something. “If you shouted at her in an empty room she would hear about half of what you say,” he pointed out. “In this din, forget it. She’s closed to the world.”

“You know her?” Chloe asked me.

“It’s Kim Patel. She’s a close friend.”

“She’s beautiful,” Chloe said breathlessly, looking at Kim with wide eyes. “So beautiful.”

I began to look at the signs placed around her. They were repetitive. “She exists, but is elsewhere. Please touch, poke, and caress gently and as you see fit. Create a lifelong memory.”

“Are you serious?”

“She’s been there all evening,” Gene said. “I’m sure she was being felt up most deliciously before you arrived and I cleared the crowd.” I now realized people had backed up away from here but were watching most intently. I studied her masked face. “Is she gagged?”

“Yes, we are as far from her as she is from us. She knows we’re here, though. Go ahead, make yourself known.”

This was awkward, and I glanced at Chloe. We’d only known each other a while, but we getting quite close. “Go ahead,” she said. “I’m going to.”

I ran my fingers down her left breast slowly. Kim shivered a bit at the touch. Her nipples were both very hard. Chloe touched her back, but slid down to Kim’s taught buttocks. I used both hands, one sliding around neutral places like her raised arms, and the other going down to her smoothly shaved vagina. She was actually wet! Amazing. And it seemed like she was looking at me and smiling, but it really was just a mask. What was she really feeling? There was no way to know.

After a few minutes Gene relented and let the rest of the guests at her, though most mingled with cocktails and talked with friends. It was not a mob scene, but Kim was not alone. Four people could easily surround her, poking, stroking, even lightly pinching. It was invitation only to get in, so there were no unknown elements in the room.

Eventually Chloe and I moved off. She seemed breathless. “She’s amazing!” she said. “My god, what is she experiencing right now? What is she thinking? What’s it like to be her?”

“You sound like you’d like to find out firsthand,” I said, and she blushed.

“What time did the show start?” she asked Gene, who came over when we were done.

“Six thirty, sharp and on the nose,” he said. It was almost eleven thirty by then.

“I’ve got to know, Gene, Kim? How on earth did you convince her?”

“That’s a craft secret,” Gene said.

“Money?” Chloe asked.

“Not a penny,” Gene laughed. “Her rewards are entirely non-monetary.”

“Alright, I know that look,” I said. “We won’t get more out of him tonight,” I said to her.

“Exactly,” Gene said. “But James, could I trouble you for a favor?”

“I suppose.”

“Kim and Craig had a teeny bit of a fight yesterday, and he won’t be driving her home. I believe it was a breakup. I’m stuck here most of the evening, but the official show ends at midnight and Kim needs to get home.”

“Sure, we can drive her home,” I said. I guessed Chloe would love to talk to her on the way.

“Terrific. You’re a life saver as always, and not just because you’re round and hollow.”

“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked Chloe as we moved back to be closer to Kim and her glistening body.

“Of course not! I’d have slapped you if you said no!”

“Well that seems a bit extreme.”

“Yes, master,” she said in a low voice. “But you know what I mean.”

We returned our attention to Kim in time to distinctly see her have an orgasm under the many hands that touched her all over. Some party guests had tired of giving her attention, but others had not and certainly I had not. We stayed with her until the large grandfather clock Gene had brought in chimed midnight.

Gene grabbed me and Chloe and shooed the others away. He produced keys and unlocked first her ankles and then her wrists. She reached for his arm and the four of us walked through the crowd, slowly, with Kim still blind and senseless of what was around her. Only when we were in back and completely out of sight of the show room did Gene sit her down and peel away the tape from her eyes and mouth. He pulled the gag from her mouth and pulled out the earplugs.

Now Kim sat there on the stool, looking rather flustered and exhausted. She was sweaty but clasping her arms around her chest as she saw me and Chloe.

“Hi, Kim.”

“Jim,” she said. “And you are?”

“Chloe. I’m with Jim. My god, you were so amazing tonight!”

“Heh, thanks.” She dropped her arms, maybe realizing the absurdity of it. “Well, at least I know three people who were in that room tonight.”

“Now Kim, remember the terms. You go straight home. Don’t go back inside.”

“I’m not sure I’d want to,” she said. “But maybe.”

“James and Chloe will give you a ride,” he explained as she began to put her clothes on. “Go and get some good sleep.”

“Yeah. Sleep is really on my mind,” Kim said.

Soon enough she was dressed and Gene had returned to the party. Kim was still kind of shaky, so I brought the car around back while Chloe waited with her. I noticed that they were both giggly as I drove up, but the joke seemed to end once they were seated in the back. Meaning once I was in earshot.

The snow had let up and the plows were out in force, so the driving was easy until we reached Kim’s street, but that was only a few hundred feet anyway.  We walked her inside.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked us.

“I’m fine,” I said. Chloe declined as well. We all sat down.

“So, spill it. What did you think?” Kim asked me.

“That was pretty wild,” I said.

“Wild? It was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen, ever,” Chloe said.

“Did you two, you know...?” Kim asked, trailing off. Was she actually too embarrassed to say it out loud?”

“Touch you all over?” I asked. “You’d better believe it. And she did too.” Now Chloe turned red.

“Did I...?”

“Say it.”

“Did I cum?”

“I believe you did, towards the end. God I wish I’d been there for the whole show.”

“Yes, your students,” she said.

“What was it like?” Chloe asked. “I just, I was trying to imagine it the whole time.”

“It was pretty intense,” Kim said.

“Too bad it had to end, I guess,” Chloe said.

“Yes, too bad,” Kim replied. They seemed to exchange a knowing look again.

“What?” I asked.

“It doesn’t have to end,” Kim said. “Not here, anyway.” She got up, walked to my chair, and leaned down to kiss me long and wet. Chloe stood behind her, grinning. Now I had an idea of what they’d talked about while I was getting the car.

Super awesome!

Chloe and I both undressed Kim and took her, carried her actually, into her bedroom. Chloe nearly tore her own clothes off, and the three of us laid down on the bed and began making out. I’m proud to say I made each girl cum once before I even got my own clothes off.

Kim suggested that perhaps Chloe would like to experience some of what she felt that even. It was enthusiastically received, to say the least. Had we been at my place binding Chloe would have been no problem at all. I have the equipment and we’d even begun using it. At Kim’s house, though, we had to settle for silk scarves to tie Chloe and duct tape from the utility drawer to blindfold her. We didn’t gag her. To make the sensory deprivation real, though, we would have to deafen her somehow, and I wasn’t sure what we could use for that. Kim persevered, though, since she had the ear plugs she’d worn. They were fitted for her, but after washing them off they did the job for Chloe too. We weren’t being very loud around her. I asked her, once her ears were plugged, if she could hear me. There was no reply. She could have been lying, but Chloe clearly wanted this more than anything. I think she was happy to be blind, deaf, and lashed spread eagled to the big bed while Kim and I got it on on top of her.

Chloe spent the night and a good part of the morning secured to the bed while the three of us fucked in every combination. The girls were happy enough to do each other as well, which was surprising. Mostly because I’d known Kim for years and she’d never shown an interest in girls. But except for one stretch where I sat by and took pictures with the cell phone while Kim rubbed herself all over Chloe’s writhing body, I was always there in the middle of them. I was creative. Kim was eager. Chloe accepted it all blindly and forcibly. Only pure exhaustion put an end to our festivities, but it was a night that no sane person could ever forget.