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Sure that I didn’t want to see KC before the performance, I timed my arrival at curtain time; surprised to see that the theatre was nearly packed. I was lucky to get a seat. With the chairs nearly filled in the black box, I had to take one at the end of the last row, high on a riser above the show. It suited my purposes. Perhaps KC wouldn’t see me.
I watched the show listening to the impassioned dialogue, though I heard with just half my brain attentive, letting this series of one act shorts breeze by me thoughtlessly. My mind was in other places. The substance of these plays made me anxious. My sexual desires were rising fast, but they were also troubled. At intermission, I almost left. But unexpectedly finding KC standing at my back with his hand on my hip, I turned abruptly, flustered.
“You didn’t say you were coming,” he noted calmly.
“Spur of the moment,” I replied with a smile.
“I’m glad you’re here. Enjoying the show?”
“Yes, it’s wonderful.” That sounded canned and way too trite, but I figured he already sensed how distressed I was, so that the words I used really didn’t matter.
“You’ll like the second half even better.”
“I will?” This conversation made it hard to leave, and with the crowd between me and the entrance hallway blocking my exit, I ended up staying, retreating to my lofty corner to suffer through the pain of more unsatisfied arousal.
Rossi’s eyes took his submissive student elsewhere, into another plane of consciousness—an overtly sexual one. Every time she stared at him, locked on to his imperious gaze, she was struck inside her cunt, and in the folds and slips of intimate skin, and then on her reactive ass—which responded to the very smallest stimuli. She could be in the middle of his lecture, buried in the back row corner of the amphitheater, listening to the sound of his voice, and his eyes would suddenly snatch her focus. Her poise would fly out the window like a bird from its cage. For several seconds the two would remain unmoving as though they were the only ones in the room. Some days the entire room would be staring at them both, knowingly. They’d gossip about what happened behind their closed doors.
She heard his voice everywhere because it was always in her mind—whispering orders and dispensing truth about her inner nature. She believed everything thing he said. Sometimes she tested his theories about her reckless nature and her need for exacting discipline. But over time, she quit bothering. He was never wrong.
The play was much too real—the man of authority and the woman on stage crying after sex… seeing their argument, the emotion sweeping through me was the same as I experienced just after my ass had been spanked. I was quaking so nervously by the time the lights went out on this last play that I could hardly move. By the time I managed to stand, there were a dozen other people boxing me into my corner. It had been my plan to duck out immediately after the last play ended; but before I could reach the door, KC was on me again.
“We’re having a theatre party, nothing special, want to come? Maybe we could find some time to talk.”
“Oh! No,” I quickly answered. “I have to get home, mountains of work stacking up and I’m really trying to get back on track.”
He nodded. “Maybe you’re cured of your malaise,” he wondered aloud.
“Maybe,” I ventured, though I knew that wasn’t true. I’m sure KC did, too. I did have that mountain of work lying on my drafting table, though I was totally uninspired with the thought of spending the next four hours trying to find some vision t
o see it through. Even so, it made a great excuse to flee.
“Then I’ll see you soon,” KC said. He was saying goodbye, having taken my hand in his and giving it a squeeze.
Soon, yes, I wanted to see him, too. Just not now. Not now.
Slipping out the door, I tucked my head down in my coat to face the cold wind blowing on this miserable night. Heading toward my car, I suddenly realized that someone was at my side brushing against my elbow. I jerked, and looking up exclaimed, “Lavinia!” I hadn’t seen her in months.
“Weird plays, don’t you think?”
“Different, yes.” My warm breath made a fog of steam around my face, while the cold air darted down my coat. I clutched the collar in my fist and held tight, watching Lavinia turn away from the biting wind.
“How about some brandy, pub up the street?” she suggested.
“Sure, anything to get out of this cold.”
Lavinia grabbed my free hand, and changing directions, facing into the wind we walked three blocks to a quaint and very busy roadhouse pub.
For the next two hours, I listened to Lavinia Somerset ramble about her last trip to Europe, her blue eyes lighting rapturously as she talked about the men she’d met. She was a bold, brash floozy with platinum hair, way too much cash in her pockets, and a willingness to open her thighs for just about any man. Traveling Europe seducing men was her favorite occupation. While she was a friend of my family, she’d long ago decided that I was much more interesting than either of my parents. Sometimes she’d run into them on her travels and tell me more about them than they offered me in their cryptic calls.
After running out of things to say, Lavinia began to rove the crowd with her eyes, looking for a man. When the late night music turned luridly sensuous, she began to dance, pulling me to the floor with her. Three brandies down, I was a little woozy for anything too vigorous, but you never said no to Lavinia. And she had her way with me this night. Well after midnight, I felt as though I were floating, moving in a sea of bodies nearly delirious. When the dance was slow, I’d find myself draped inside the arms of some handsome stranger while my groin moved erotically against his pants. I had the feeling I’d end up in bed with one of these lovely brutes. Would serve KC right, I thought disparagingly, letting me dangle alone in the middle of my sexual morass! My head filled with weird thoughts. And my feet just kept dancing on.
As the bar was about to close, I looked for Lavinia. I hadn’t seen her in some time. My car? I wasn’t sure where I’d parked in relation to this pub. But I had to get home. I was on my way out the door when a firm hand pulled me back inside.
“Know where you’re going?” It was KC’s voice.
“Home,” I said turning around. I was a little too befuddled by the hour to be surprised that he was there.
“You’re not driving,” he informed me.
