I do not usually move in such exalted circles, but through a friend, I am invited to attend the post-performance party of the cast of a stage musical, visiting London. To be honest, it is not something that appeals to me greatly, but my friend seems excited and I do not want to seem churlish, so I agree to accompany her. She knows one of the visiting Superstars, because she works casually as an 'extra' on-stage dancer, and has somehow formed an online friendship with her.
The event is to be held in the grand ballroom of a London hotel, so I have to dress unusually smartly, even though I despise the wealthy financier who is funding the affair from his Kostkeys Investment business. I just hope I won't have to meet him and be polite! It seems likely that it will be a lavish affair, with free food and drinks, but I will have to take a room at that hotel for the weekend- that is expense enough!
My friend Sara is also staying at the hotel, and we meet there before the party begins. It will start on Saturday, after the very final performance of the show.
Sara tells me a little about the Superstar, who had sent her the invitation (plus one). She is a renowned dancer and from the description Sara gives of her career, it seems to me that she may be 'slumming it' a bit, to perform in this show. It seems a little beneath her talents, but I guess everyone has bills to pay, and "needs must".
So we join the event around 10 pm, as the exhausted cast gathers, to be surrounded by a mixture of fans, well-wishers, selfie-seekers and general creeps. The focus of all attention is Sara's friend, Anna Tsarevna.
I only see her from a distance, but even so I think she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, despite having just exerted herself for several hours on stage. I think she must be a very fit young woman, in every sense of the word; she seems to have been energised by her stage performance, rather than exhausted.
I stand back even though Sara encourages me to introduce myself. Anna is surrounded by handsome young men, seeking her favour, and trying to impress her in one way and another– by flattery of her beauty and of their own prowess in sport, business, finance or prestige. She is used to this sort of attention, I think, and is unimpressed by it all– maybe even a little contemptuous.
I observe that while she smiles politely at her young suitors, she avoids any physical contact completely, and the only moment I see any sign of life shine in her eyes is when we happen to make a few moments of eye contact at a distance. Her eyes are like blue-green laser beams, locking on to mine.
I do not take any thought of attraction seriously, because I am a much older man, and I sit in the background chatting with my friend Sara, and discussing the ostentatious displays of the other guests, trying to impress their idol.
As soon as the party begins to wind down, Anna prepares to go, and firmly takes leave from her admirers. She heads for the door behind us, but as she draws level, notices Sara alongside me and pauses to chat. She does not sit with us and it is clear that she is not going to delay long, but she looks straight at me again and raises an eyebrow to Sara, saying, "And who is this handsome gentleman, Sara? You haven't told me about him."
Sara blushes a little, and explains that we are 'only' friends from a long time back. I am amused at her apparent embarrassment because I have always thought of her as a good friend, and the suggestion that there might be something more between us is a little surprising to me.
I add, "No, Anna, we are just friends– I have been invited as Sara's 'plus one', but I think I am a little old for this company!"
Anna says, "Well, I want to escape from it now too, but if you'd like to catch up, Sara, we could go back to my room for a drink and a chat. Bring your... friend... along too. You haven't even told me his name!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," says Sara, "this is Simon. He came to keep me company, really. He is a very good friend."
Again, I notice a flash of... something... in Anna's eyes, but I'm not quite sure whether it has any real meaning. She is very young, very fit and very beautiful, and I think, way out of my league.
So we retreat together to Anna's room– or suite, I should say. She seems re-energised now that she has escaped from the throng of young male fans (and a few females) who clearly idolise her. She orders a bottle of champagne to be delivered and it duly arrives- only the very best, and perfectly chilled.
She asks me to open it, and I am happy to do that. From a previous life working in 'hospitality' I know exactly how to open a bottle of champagne with a flourish and a loud 'pop', but without spilling a drop. Anna seems impressed when the first foam spurts into her waiting glass, before subsiding into a steady flow, and she stares into my eyes yet again. What is she thinking of?
The conversation flows with the champagne, but is mainly between Sara and Anna. I have very little to contribute to discussions of the art of dance, but when I say so, Anna disputes it.
"Simon," she says, "the art of dance is all about seduction. Let me show you."
She stands and sways her body before me, all the while fixing my eyes with her gaze, and licking her pink lips with the very tip of her tongue. But when she begins to run her hands gently over her own body, caressing her swaying hips and fondling her breasts, I have to switch my attention away.
She is obviously teasing me, but it slowly becomes evident that she is having the desired effect on my body. I shift in my chair as my cock responds to her performance, and feel slightly embarrassed that Sara is witnessing this. I think she understands, and she intervenes to suggest that it has got late and we should all get some sleep soon.
The immediate spell is broken, but the performance seems to have enlivened Anna, and she is proud to have woken my cock. I would have loved to stay, if I had been alone, but Sara takes me by the arm and suggests again that we should leave.
As we do, Anna presses her body close to mine, and I'm sure she feels my erection pressed against her flat belly. She looks up at me again and as she says, "I hope to meet you again very soon, Simon," she presses a small card into my hand.
Sara also says goodnight to Anna, and leads me from the room by the hand, only letting go when we are at the far end of the corridor, on the way to our own separate rooms.
As we head towards them, Sara confides that she should perhaps have warned me of Anna's predilection for seducing older men. Apparently, she has confided a lot to Sara during their online 'chats', and she had heard a lot of very explicit tales of Anna's conquests. Apparently, she prefers the more mature, experienced man over the young buck.
"So you had to rescue me from that, did you?" I chuckle. "I am an adult, you know!"
"Of course," laughs Sara, "but I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable there. As your host, I thought I should give you a chance to escape!"
"OK, Sara, thank you for your concern," I say, "and indeed for inviting me to this event in the first place. It has been a very interesting evening,"
So we both retreat to our own rooms, where I can at last look at the card Anna had secretly pressed into my hand, as we left her room.
It is a very highly decorated and colourful card on one side, and on the other, there is written the simple command "Call me now" and a mobile number listed as 'The Firebird'. I chuckle and wonder whether she really meant 'now', but thinking back to her energised performance, I suspect she did. And so I message her.
She replies immediately with the brusque command to return to her room.
I cannot resist, after witnessing her sensual dance for me, and feeling her body pressed gently against my hard cock. Her eyes had seemed to look into my soul and see that I wanted her in every possible way. So of course I make my way back to Anna's room, where the door is slightly open, waiting for me. I enter silently.
As I close the door behind me, and lean back against it, Anna emerges from the bedroom, and sweeps gracefully into the lounge area where we had sat before. The table, and all but one of the chairs have been moved aside.