Chapter 1: The Vestal Virgin

The last week of our four week holiday on the Italian Adriatic coast is being spent in Rimini. By now our daily routine has been established: late breakfast; morning wandering around the shops; afternoon lying on the beach; and night partying at the various night clubs. Georgina and Fiona manage to attract a host of young men eager to fuck them. As for me, it’s not that I don’t like sex, but I don’t lift my skirt every time a hot male walks up to me. I’ve been accused of being standoffish and more than one frustrated man has called me an ‘ice maiden’.

“Our mission tonight is to get Rebecca well and truly laid,” laughs Georgina to Fiona.

“Yeah!” replies Fiona. “How about it Rebecca? Go put on your hottest party dress and we’ll go to that raunchy night club Mario told us about.”

Refusing would make me appear to be a wet blanket, so I do as Fiona suggests. In truth, our daily routine is starting to bore me. We are visiting a town with plenty of ancient ruins and centuries of history. Spending the day trawling around the tourist shops, and then providing free eye-candy for the locals and visitors alike, seems to be a waste of a good holiday.

We trek to the nightclub Fiona mentioned. Our plan for tonight falls apart before it even starts. The nightclub won’t admit anyone under the age of twenty-one. That isn’t a problem for Georgina and Fiona, but I won’t be twenty-one for another four months. Since the bouncer insists on proof of age, we are stymied. He recommends another club down a nearby street, and we decide to try it out.

The Vestal Virgin is a strange name for a night club, but we have no difficulty in gaining admission. It’s busy, but we are able to find a good table easily enough. Fiona does a circuit of the club, looking for interesting men, while I’m sent to the bar to get the first round of drinks. On a good night we have attracted enough male company willing to pay for our drinks after the second round.

I return to our table with the drinks to find Fiona has already returned. She and Georgina are deep in conversation.

“This is a lesbian club,” complains Fiona. “That bouncer has set us up.”

I take a quick look around the room and I realise that there isn’t a male in sight. While I’ve no problem staying here, Georgina and Fiona are keen to move onto another club.

“We’ll finish our drinks and leave,” says Georgina. “We can go back to the club we were in last night.”

“That club is at the other end of the promenade,” complains Fiona. “Anyway, we agreed that we would try a different club every night.”

“Excuse me,” says a beautiful fair-haired woman in her late twenties sat at the next table. “I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation. Perhaps I can help you?”

We look at the woman in surprise. She’s wearing a sexy leather dress, while her two younger companions are wearing next to nothing. Their scanty black fishnet mini-dresses leave nothing to the imagination. Without a bra, their nipples are showing through the net, and their tiny thongs reveal most of their shaved cunts. The most substantial items they are wearing are the thick leather collars around their necks and matching cuffs on their wrists.