Chapter 12
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," our hostess said. "Welcome to the Club Xanadu."
She was a new girl, dressed in the same see-through jumpsuit that all Xanadu hostesses wear, and I didn't recognize her. I guess Harvey must have hired her in my absence. It's been almost two weeks now since I left on my vacation, and that was more than enough time for there to be any number of changes. I wondered what her specialty was-blow jobs, ass fucks, bestiality? It had to be something along those lines or she would never have gotten the job. Harvey was very careful about who he hired; the girl had to have references of a very special nature. And I'm sure that her interview must have been a memorable one.
I wonder how Harvey was doing in my absence? I asked myself. I'd tricked him by promising to call every few days, but I'd broken the promise, and hadn't called in all that time. Today was the first day I'd been back home since I had Violet help me pack. And it was curious, but in all that time, I hadn't once cared what was happening here. I didn't care that Harvey was stealing me blind; I'd expected that. I didn't even care whether Xanadu was here when I arrived. I'd lost interest in the company, and not just in building it up so that it would prosper, but lost interest in it completely. I just didn't care any more.
But, in another way, the weeks had been profitable. I'd gotten to know Heather much better, and the emotional ties between us were growing into chains. I liked and I needed her, and I could tell she felt the same way about me. I don't think I understood her still, and that worried me. I was afraid of how what happens here between us will effect us. I knew that this would be the beginning of some kind of change between us, and I was afraid she might not be there in the end, when it was over. Yet we had to go through with it. Too much depended on it.
I was apprehensive at first, returning here as Mr. Steven Brooks, that someone on my staff might recognize me, and give away my real identity. But so far I had been fortunate. Harvey and Diane, of course, would not be here. They never attended the orgies, nor did I, for that matter, when I was still here. Compared to the way we live, the weekend orgies were like social gatherings. The only people who might have recognized me were my Xanadu girls and Billy, the parking attendant.
I had circumnavigated Billy by letting Heather park her Volkswagen while I told her I would meet her inside. I said I had to go to the bathroom. I waited for her at the door, and we entered together, in the middle of the crowd of new Xanadu members. The new members always arrived an hour or two before the orgy began for a kind of orientation. A few hostesses would be on hand to take the new people on tour of the estate, pointing out some of the more subtle benefits of membership.
That had been my only difficulty: the hostess. But, since they work on a seniority basis, newest girls working the weekends, the chances of my meeting one who knew me intimately were slim. And I had taken the precaution of letting my beard grow during the past two weeks, and while it wasn't by any means full, it might tend to disguise me from a nervous girl who may have only seen me once or not at all. Again, I had been lucky, and our hostess was a girl I'd never seen before.
"My name is Denise," the girl continued, "and I'm your Xanadu hostess. I'd like to take this time to extend the warmest personal greetings from Mr. Brian Caldwell, Club Xanadu's owner and founder. As you know, Mr. Caldwell's courageous belief in every man's personal and sexual freedom has made all of this possible."
Such bullshit, I thought. Well, I should know. I wrote the speech myself.
From the back of the crowd, someone shouted out in a mock-serious voice, "I thought it was my hundred bucks that made this all possible!"
The crowd laughed, and I silently applauded the man. I looked over at Heather, and held up one finger, indicating that that was one for me.
The crowd settled down, and Denise was set to begin her tour.
"Now, if there are any questions?" she asked.
"Yeah. I got one." It was the same voice that had called out before. "Are you gonna join us later at the orgy?"
There was a little tittering, but Denise handled the question easily.
"No, I'm sorry, sir. Xanadu hostesses are not permitted to take part in the festivities. We're only here as guides and for assistance."
Yes, I thought cynically. Guides and assistance. Guides to what and assistance in doing what? Even though the Xanadu hostesses were hired for my personal pleasure-my private stock, if you will-they had a habit of making themselves sexually available to club members if the member was willing to pay her price. I wouldn't be surprised at all to see our hostess take that man to the side before the tour was over, and do a little negotiating for herself. Still, it didn't bother me; like Harvey skimming a bit of the cream off the top, I expected it.
The voice was persistent. "It's a shame. You're a sweet piece of pussy."
The crowd's reaction to his vulgarity was interesting. Some laughed and applauded it, while others muttered and seemed embarrassed by it. It made me wonder why they were here.
But Denise remained cool. "Thank you, sir, but I'm truly sorry. Under strict orders from Mr. Caldwell, we are not permitted to accept."
The voice was silent, and Denise took command. "I think we can begin our tour now. Please try and stay in a group, and if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask."
The crowd started to move, and I found myself watching Denise. The voice calling out had been correct: she was a sweet piece of pussy. like all my girls, that was the least she was allowed to be.
Of course, Denise's beauty had a great deal to do with her costume. It was a sleeveless, tight-fitting jumpsuit that came down in one piece to a wide, Hairing bell. The material was transparent from the top of her breasts, to the middle of her thighs, front and back. As a result, the wearer was completely exposed. I felt this was an ice-breaker, and had a tendency to get the newer members in a more relaxed frame of mind. Most of them were self-conscious and nervous, and the hostesses nudity reinforced the reason for their being here: for sex and sex alone.
Still, Denise filled out her uniform admirably well. Her breasts were full and high, with wide brown pointy nipples rubbing against the material of her costume. Her tits were heavy, and of course, they did not sag.
She had a narrow waist that looked flat and hard, and it swelled out like an hourglass at her hips. The curve of her cuntal mound was broad and high, and interestingly enough, her cunt was shaved. It looked strangely naked between her thighs, as though there was something missing. The indentation where the lips came together was visible from the front, like a small pouting mouth. If you stared hard enough you could catch a fleeting glimpse of her clitoris as she walked. The crotch-piece of her uniform looked tight as it curved around the hairless cunt, cutting into the flesh so that she had to pull at it discreetly whenever it was binding.
Her thighs were full and round, like twin columns of nut-brown trees, and the mark where her suntan ended and the whiter flesh that had been hidden under her bathing suit was visible, like boundary lines on a map. Noticing this, I looked at her breasts again, but those light-dark telltale patches were not there. It could mean only one thing: Denise was used to sunbathing without a top.
When she turned, I took a nice long gaze at her ass. It was broad and high, with thickly muscled cheeks that might almost have been fat if they weren't so firm. There were no stretch marks on her ass, as there sometimes is when a woman has a big ass, and when she walked around, the tight ripples that rolled up and down the cheeks indicated well-toned, exercised flesh.
Denise guided the tour out towards the swimming pool. There was another tour just leaving, and its hostess was Violet, my last sexual contact with Xanadu women. Night was falling around us, and in the twilight of the ending day, her flaming red hair looked like sunlight misplaced. As her tour passed by, I stood in the middle of our crowd, with my back turned to her.
"Here, ladies and gentlemen," Denise began, "we have Xanadu's private swimming pool. And I do mean private. Of course, when the weather gets chilly, its heated, so it can be used most year round. It measures forty-feet in length, and it is available all weekend long for swimming or any other water sports that may come to mind. Bathing suits are available for rental, but I should like to point out that in the two years Xanadu has been open, no bathing suit has yet been rented. You may interpret that as you will."
This produced another laugh from the crowd. A smaller, but more relaxed laughter.
"A little further down," Denise continued, pointing, "is Xanadu's parking lot. I'm sure most of you are familiar with it since you parked your car there, but for some of our visitors from other states, I should like to point it out. And for those who did come to visit us from other states, as you know, transportation has been provided by bus and private limousine for your convenience."
At a slightly additional cost, I added. Just enough for me to rake in a little more money and get a kickback from the bus companies.
Turning her back on the pool and parking lot, Denise began to walk toward the large white house.
"And now," she said dramatically, "we will see Xanadu itself. The stately pleasure-dome."
And I guess that makes me Kubla Khan, I thought, entering my strange home.
"Oh, I should have mentioned," Denise added, "that around back we have an open area for sunbathing, and a small grove of woods for our Nature lovers. As you may recall as you drove up, there are no fences around Xanadu, so if you walk around outside in the nude, you stand the chance of being observed by passersby. Of course, some of our members thrive on that kind of attention, so they can be found most times outdoors. In fact, some of these members have managed to entertain these passersby with some very original and entertaining exhibitions."
We were standing in Xanadu's front hall, and Denise brought our attention to the ceiling. It was covered with an enormous fresco of men and women in the nude, fucking, sucking, and making love in every possible position and manner. The work was a masterpiece of erotica, and had taken three artists almost one full year to complete. It was a breathtaking sight, almost three dimensional, and the figures seemed to leap from the ceiling down upon you in their various sexual embraces.
"This work of art was inspired by the Sistine Chapel, in Rome," I heard Denise mention.
The walls of the front hall were decorated, complimenting the ceiling. Only these were erotic photographs, some in black and white, some in color, of actual men and women engaging in sexual play. The photos were strikingly erotic, without being tasteless and unaesthetic. like the painting, the photographs were a major work of erotic art.
Denise led us down the long hallway that divided Xanadu down the middle. The first door she came to on the right, led to the finished basement.
"The basement," Denise explained, "if for our more athletic members. It is equipped with a full gymnasium of weights and bodybuilding equipment. There is also a sauna room for steam baths. Naturally, the gym is equipped with many, many foam rubber mats, and they are quite comfortable. The gym area is most frequented by some of our gay male members, but many curious women can also be found there at any time, watching the men exercising their various muscles."
A titter went through the crowd, and Heather squeezed my hand. I could tell that the idea excited her. There is something about two men making love that is very exciting to women. It repulses and fascinates them at the same time.
Denise turned and faced the crowd. "Oh, in case any of you has to use the bathroom facilities, there is a bathroom in the two orgy rooms, one on either side of the hall. But I must explain that these are unisexual bathrooms, for obvious reasons, used by male and female members alike. If you object to this arrangement, there are segregated bathrooms upstairs, at the end of the hall."
She turned, then turned back, almost as an afterthought; but it wasn't, and it was done for effect.
"Oh, I should mention for any urolagnists in the crowd, you'll be especially pleased to see the urinals in our unisexual bathrooms. They are in the form of trenches that men face and women squat over. And the trenches are quite wide. Wide enough for a person to..."
She left the obscenity unsaid, but not unimagined.
Heather turned to me, and her face was slightly drawn and pale. She squeezed my hand again.
"This isn't just a high-priced whorehouse," she whispered to me. "It's a pervert's view of heaven. This place has something for everyone."
"That's democracy in action," I quipped back. "You know the old maxim: if you want something bad enough, there will always be someone there willing to sell it to you."
We finally came to the orgy rooms. They were two double doors, facing each other on either side of the hallway. They were high doors, painted white, with gilding running along the inner panels in an ornate scrollwork pattern. The doorknobs were golden also, and were tooled and worked until the design was so ornate it was lost in the maze of detail. Denise gripped the doorknobs in her hand and threw the double doors open dramatically.
"Here," she said, "we have our first Orgy Room. This is our theme room, and for those of you who are still not familiar with the way Xanadu works, I'll explain.
"Every week, Xanadu will run a special orgy, with a central theme running through it. Usually the theme will run for two weeks at a stretch, but popular response has held certain themes over for as long as one month. The purpose of running a theme is to enable our members to fantasize as a group. It allows us to all play the same sexual game. In the past, some of the themes we have run have been a Cock-Tail party, a Roman Orgy, and "Pet Night." This week's theme is a Costume Party, and members have been advised to use their imagination in choosing their costumes. There is only one qualification, and it is fitting for Xanadu's overall theme. No costume can cover any sexual area. This includes mouths also."
Denise let that sink in for a moment, then continued." Next week's theme is a return of a very popular idea, The Black Mass. This has been an old standard here in Southern California, so if you choose to come, make your reservations early."
Heather turned to me, shaking her head. "Jesus!" she expelled. "It's like trying to get tickets to a Broadway musical!"
Denise walked across the hall, and opened the second set of gold and white doors. This room was just as large, but it was set in a comfortable, contemporary fashion. There were many, many couches and comfortable-looking chairs, and the floor was carpeted with a soft, thick rug. There was a bar over in one corner, and the overall effect of the room was to suggest a dance hall.
"This is our second Orgy Room," Denise explained. "As you can see, there is only one theme in this room, and it is sexual. This is for our members who want to get down to serious business right away. You'll notice there are lockers in the far room for clothing, rented on a first-come basis. I'd suggest you go to the lockers first, because members rarely wear any clothing in this room."
There was another set of doors further down the hallway, and Denise led us to them. She opened the door on the right, and we walked in. It was a fairly small room, and the wall facing the Orgy Room was partitioned into small cubicles with closed doors.
"This is our Voyeur Room, for our peeping-Tom and peeping-Jane members. As you can see, the cubicles face the Orgy rooms, with the same arrangement made on the other side of the hallway. Each cubical locks from the inside, and is equipped with a two-way mirror that affords an unobstructed view of the orgy floor. For our member's comfort, the room has a chair in it, facing the mirror, so that members can sit and relax and still not miss any of the action. There is also a loud speaker in each cubical, and it brings clearly in, the sounds and noises of the next room. Towels will also be supplied for a small additional charge."
The mood of the tour was changing, as everyone was getting more and more into the mood of Xanadu. Many men had hard-ons but they made no effort to hide or disguise them, and many played and rubbed them with their hands in their pockets. The women were reacting too, and many of them draped themselves against the men they were with. Some were fondling their breasts and cunts openly, and one woman had slipped her hand down the front of a man's pants, thinking no one was watching her, and she was rubbing his erect cock vigorously.
Heather gripped my hand tightly, aroused by all this open sexuality, and her hand was wet with perspiration. Once or twice she tickled the palm of my hand with her index finger, the universal sign of her intention, and she whispered to me in a voice only I could hear: "I want to fuck."
I smiled back at her. "Patience."
After the Voyeur Room, the hallway was roped off, but Denise made no mention of what rooms lay beyond the barricade. I, of course, knew, but I wasn't about to divulge anything. It was my office, and my suite of rooms.
Denise moved us back down the long central hallway, back to the front hall. There, on either side of the room, were staircases spiraling upward to the second floor of the estate. We took the stairway on the left, trudging silently up, and we waited for Denise on the second landing.
The second floor was laid out much in the same way the lower floor was: that is, with one central hallway running the length of the house. Of course the ceiling was lower, and the hallway was narrower, and there was an almost austere, functional undertone to the decor.
"These are for the most part," Denise began once we were all assembled together, "Xanadu's private bedrooms. like the lockers downstairs, they are here on a first-come basis. It is possible to reserve a room in advance, however, with a small additional deposit."
Harvey, Harvey, Harvey, I thought. Good old Harvey, always finding some way to turn greed into money. I wonder how much extra money all these 'small additional deposits' net me during the year? I'm sure Harvey would know. Right to the penny.
Denise opened a door to one of the bedrooms, and we all looked in. It was small and functional, barely large enough to fit the full-size bed, and the chair at the foot of the mattress.
"As you can see, the bedrooms are rather functional. A bed and a chair and some towels. By making the rooms narrow, it enables us to utilize as much space as possible, and thereby provide as many beds as we can to fill the demand in this area.
"Every door is equipped with a lock," she continued, "but locking of the doors is optional. You do whatever you want. Some of our members purposely leave their doors unlocked. The excitement of getting caught in the act can be very stimulating, as I have been told by members so inclined.
"And, last but not least, every room is fixed with three peek holes, one on each wall. This way, if you get bored, you can always look to your neighbors for inspiration."
The rest of the second floor was devoted to bedrooms, except at the very end of the hall, where the corner rooms were bathrooms: the men's on the right, the women's on the left. Denise also mentioned that there were peek holes in the walls of the rooms adjacent to the bathrooms. But, she added, these rooms are very popular to come by, and there is a three month waiting list for them.
The hallway broke into a double L, with rooms down either side. At the end of one of the sides, there was a third stairway, and we climbed it slowly, Denise in the lead.
The third floor was much like the other two. Its only difference was that there seemed to be fewer doors, and they were set very far apart from each other.
"This is our specialty floor," Denise explained. "The rooms here cater to our members with more esoteric tastes and interests."
That, even I felt, was masterful understatement.
The first room was a library. It was a fairly large room, with shelves of books running around the perimeter of the rooms. The shelves were wooden, and stained walnut, and there were markers above the bookcases indicating the type of books contained below. We were too far away to read them, but I knew them by heart: Erotic Novels, Photo Essays, Old Masters, Erotic Art, and Pornography Through the Ages, to name just a few.
"This is Club Xanadu's prize collection of Erotica, and it is one of the largest collections of pornographic books in the world. There are almost fifteen thousand volumes, many of them rare first editions by well-know authors down through history. This collection is insured, and is valued at over three-quarters of a million dollars."
A stir of approval went through the crowd. Money always impressed people.
"For those of you who are not interested in reading, many of the books are quite graphically illustrated. And, you'll notice, that instead of being equipped with chairs and tables, Xanadu's library of Pornography is equipped with bed, sofas and large, comfortable chairs."
"How do you take books out?" someone asked Denise. It was the first question I could remember except for those few asked very early in the tour.
"I'm sorry, sir," she answered, "but books can not be taken from this room. They are very rare and valuable. A guard will be stationed at all times on the door, and as an additional precaution, no member will be allowed in the Library unless he or she is nude. I'm sure you can understand the reasoning behind this."
But somehow, I added, to myself, they still manage to steal the books. How they get them out is beyond me, unless they have some very peculiar hiding places on naked bodies.
The next room was the Bondage Room, or as some members called it, the Leather Room. That was because the walls and the floor were covered with a thick, leather-like material. The decor was early torture-chamber, and there were chains and whips, and other instruments of punishment and sadism. There were pinchers for gripping penises and testicles, and large probes that could be heated and inserted into cunts or ass-holes. There were paddles on the walls in cases, and a counter that sold all types of leather and rubber clothing and articles. Handcuffs could also be rented.
"You will notice," Denise pointed out, "that there are also private small rooms off to the side, for our members who desire privacy. And, for the convenience of all, the room is soundproofed."
The next room, on the other side of the hallway, was the Porno Theater. It seated fewer than one hundred people, but the films were run continually. They were top-quality pornography from California and Sweden, many of them with sound, and occasionally some in 3-D
"We have been trying an experiment with our Porno Theater," Denise began. "We have run shows with a theme on occasion, and it has met with favorable results. Once we ran a set called: "Film Pornography: Silents to Now," and in it we traced the evolution of the blue film. Many of the sequences shown were very old and very rare, never before seen in America. The theme of this week's film fare is "Pornography in Hollywood," and it stars many well-known and famous stars of the silver screen. Much of these films come from private collections, and are receiving their first public showing ever."
That, too, created a reaction in members of our tour, and Denise added to their interest.
"And just a small private opinion," she said, conspiratorially, taking us all into her confidence. "I saw these films last night, and believe me, they are truly something. You'll be shocked to see who is actually in them. I won't mention any names because I don't want to ruin the surprise, but I'll tell you this: you will recognize them, even without their clothing. There are stars from the early silent days, through the thirties and forties, right up to now. There's even some television stars, and one or two Academy Award winners."
Next to the Porno theater, there was another room, and it was very similar to the one we had just left. It was about the same general size, and the only difference seemed to be that this room had a stage where the other had a movie screen.
"On this stage," Denise explained, "Club Xanadu will present our own live sex-show. The show times will be at seven, nine, eleven and one o'clock, generally, for sometimes it's hard to judge the length of the live shows. It sometimes takes longer than other times."
There was a snicker in her voice, and I wondered if she wasn't scheduled to appear in one of the shows. Sometimes the girls did that to pick up some extra money.
"It will be a mixed show," she continued, "with groups of men and women ranging from just one, right up to five participants. Most sets are straight men and women, but some are gay acts, with men and men, and women and women."
She paused to let her words sink into our minds, before she added her final comment:
"And, of course, any member who feels moved to join our act, even on the stage, is urged to do so. So you can keep that in mind while you're watching."
The last room, was at the end of the hallway, and it was a very new addition to our Club. So new, in fact, that this was the first time I was inside it. While I had been still here, the room was under construction, and had only been finished last week. Still, I had seen plans of it, and I was thoroughly familiar with its function.
"This is our Telephone Room," Denise said. "It is Xanadu's latest addition in assisting our members with their various pleasures and interests."
It was a square room, consisting of telephone booths all around the walls. There were perhaps forty of them, and they were all made of metal and glass.
Denise walked over to one and slid the door open. There was a comfortable chair inside, and a box of tissues just under the wall phone.
"The purpose of this room," she said, "is really for members, men and women, who like to make and receive obscene telephone calls. These phones are for internal use only, and they connect with another room where Xanadu staff members are waiting to respond to the calls placed from here. All you have to do is dial F-U-C-K-M, if you're a male and you want to speak to a woman, or dial F-U-C-K-W, if you're a woman, and you want to speak to a man. Does anyone want me to repeat the numbers?" There was laughter now from the crowd.
"I didn't think you would have any difficulty remembering them. I'd like to further mention that Xanadu staff-members who respond to your calls are specially trained to provide exactly what you want. They will not leave you unsatisfied."
More laughter from the crowd.
"There is just one more thing I'd like to point out about this room," she said, entering the booth and sitting in the chair, "and then I think we can go downstairs and begin to use all of these facilities at your disposal."
Denise closed the door, and hid herself from view. Then she reopened the door.
"As you can see," she explained, "this door is covered with an especially treated coating for your privacy. Once the door is closed, no one can see in, even if he puts his face right up to the glass. And the chair, you notice, swivels completely around." She spun the chair.
"But," she added, closing the door. Her voice sounded muffled as it came through to us. "For those of our members who don't want privacy, all you have to do is switch on the overhead light, and..."
Denise had switched on the overhead light, and the narrow telephone booth was flooded with light. Denise became visible, as though the door were transparent. A cry of surprise came from the crowd.
While the door had been closed, Denise had removed her jumpsuit, and now she was naked. She had turned the chair around so that it was facing the door, and she was sitting in it. Her legs were up, widely spread and pressed against the door, and she had her hand between her legs. You could see her cunt very clearly, like a wide open slash of pink, and she had her finger between her lips, and was pushing it in and out of her cunt. The unexpectedness of seeing that was deeply erotic, and I felt myself stiffen even though I was expecting it.
"And," she concluded, "for those of you who want to be seen, just turn on the light."
She closed the light again, and a moment after, she opened the door. She was still naked, and Heather gripped my hand so tightly, my fingers were tingling. The effect of the last demonstration must have gotten to her.
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," Denise said. "You have been very courteous and patient. The formal tour is now over, and I'd like to add my own personal good wishes to those previously extended. I hope you enjoy your visit at Xanadu, and come as often as you like."
Her final, parting joke.
"The festivities will be beginning shortly, so I'll let you go down now. I'm sure you will find your way, it's down the hallway and down the stairs. I'd like to come with you," she paused, "but I have a very important telephone call to make."
Denise smiled broadly, then winked.
The rest of the tour filed from the Telephone room, with Heather and I following. The tension that I had felt all week was suddenly back, and I felt something very close to fear.
There was no turning back now. The orgy was about to begin.