Chapter 6: A Night with Bea

Bea escorts me through the crowd to the changing rooms. It’s a slow journey as several patrons want to talk to me. My minimal Italian isn’t a huge barrier since most of them are able to speak passable English. I politely decline numerous offers to buy me a drink and to join the patron’s group of guests. Finally Bea and I reach the changing rooms and we put our earnings in our respective locker. I shed the silk wrap and step into the shower the club provides for just this sort of situation. I rinse my hair and allow the warm water to wash off the sweat on my body. I’m about to start soaping myself when the screen opens and Bea steps into the shower with me.

“I’ll soap your back,” says Bea, turning me around so I’m facing away from her.

I’m surprised by Bea’s appearance, but I’m not unduly alarmed. I’ve never felt prudish about being naked with other women in a shower. I had to do so regularly when we went swimming at school. But that was years ago, and there were no sexual overtones involved. The situation here is somewhat different. Is Bea trying to seduce me? Do I mind if she has something sexual on her mind?

It soon becomes obvious that the answer to my first question is ‘yes’. Bea’s soaps my back as she said, but then moves her hands around my waist and works them upwards towards my tits. The gentle massaging of my tits only inflames my already heightened sexual desire. A casual touch of my nipples draws an involuntary gasp of pleasure from me. Bea accepts my response as a green light to go further. Before I know it, her hands are between my legs teasing my nether region.

I melt into her arms as I surrender my whole body to her devilish work. She soon brings me to an orgasm which I feel obligated to return in kind. I turn around and start soaping Bea’s body, focusing on the more sensitive parts. She allows me to wash her tits, but pushes my hand away when I reach for her cunt.

“Not in here, Becca,” she sighs. “Later.”

I’m not sure what opportunity for sex we might have later, but I don’t push the issue. I’ve known about my bisexual leaning for some time, but until now I’ve deliberately suppressed it. Perhaps it is time to be more open about it. We towel ourselves dry before putting on our costumes and returning to the main room. By now it is after elven o’clock and the club is getting full. We work our way to the bar but only make it halfway before friendly patrons offer to buy us drinks and keep us company. We are careful to accept an offer from a mixed gender group to minimise any possible misunderstanding about our availability afterwards. Even so, the conversation is centred around sex. I don’t need Bea’s translation to understand the gist of some of the suggestive remarks.

“Is Bea short for Beautiful?” asks one of our hosts of Bea.

“No, Berangari,” replies Bea, pushing the slightly drunk man off her shoulder.

Fortunately the man’s girlfriend or partner comes to Bea’s rescue and hauls him onto the dance floor. We use their absence to finish our drinks and say thanks and farewell to the remaining two couples of the group. I allow Bea to take the lead in deciding how we spend the rest of the evening at the club. By two o’clock I’m feeling ready for bed. I know from experience that Georgina and Fiona won’t be back in our room before four. That we need to pack, check out of the hotel, and get to the railway station for the eleven o’clock train isn’t going to interfere with their activities tonight.

Even though the club is still fairly busy, Bea agrees that perhaps it is time to call it a night. We walk hand in hand back to the hotel.

“How are you going to get back to the villa at this hour?” I ask.

“I can call for a taxi,” says Bea. “The baroness agreed to cover all my expenses tonight providing you agreed to accept her offer. You are going to do that, aren’t you?”

I suppose I should feel offended that Bea’s motives for spending time with me tonight are part of a prearranged plan with Heidi von Herrschaft. But I’ve had such a wonderful time tonight that I realise that I don’t care. I was almost certainly going to accept the offers from Heidi and Serena in any case.

“Yes, I’m going to accept her offer,” I reply. “Do you want to spend the night here and return in the morning?”

“Won’t your room-mates object?” asks Bea.

“To be honest, I don’t care. They didn’t consider my feelings earlier.”

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll need to text the villa so the night duty staff know not to expect me until morning.”

We return to my room. As I suspected, there’s no sign of Georgina and Fiona. Their beds are a mess, so good luck to them if they plan on getting any sleep tonight. Fortunately they’ve left my bed untouched. I put the things I don’t need in the morning into my case so that I can be ready to leave with the minimum of fuss. Bea strips naked and I quickly follow suit.

All thoughts of sleep fly out the window when Bea introduces me to the more intimate arts of lesbian sex. My face is buried in Bea’s cunt when we hear the sound of Georgina and Fiona returning. When I try to stand up, Bea holds me firmly in place giving my two room-mates a clear picture of what is going on.