Outstripped (32 page)

Time for her finale.

Although
this was a show for everyone at the club, Jody's concentrations were on Luke,
and he had just had his hands in his proverbial pockets for her. So now his
special spectacle and rightful reward was pointing straight at him.

Jody
lay
full length on the small stage with her back arched and
her knees slightly bent accentuating her lithe and curvy figure. Her stilettos
were only inches from Luke as she raised them to the sky and pointed pussy at
her punter. Hooking her long slender fingers into lacy lingerie she teased the
teeny tiny thong up the full length of her legs. A vision of fresh, young,
shaven delights brought appreciation and contortion to his face. She saw him
forcefully taking in air through his nostrils at one point, but it was more
likely to be controlled breathing, under impossibly awesome circumstances,
rather than an attempt to sniff out her aromas of arousal.

She
parted her legs for him to get a good look at what he couldn't have. Then,
after an age for him, and moments for her, down came the hands, in went her
fingers and out came the crowd's outbursts, whistles and expletives. Diddling
herself in public for an instance Jody decided "Less is more" and
snapped her legs closed, one second before the lights went off, right on cue.

She knew
she had him gagging for more, hard as a rock, and ready for relief and release.
But then that was the plan. Actually it always is, but it was strategic on this
occasion.

Next
came Jody's Ace. To Luke's utter amazement, she proceeded to encourage the two
girls in his company, the very same girls he was hoping to have unbridled
sexual relations with later on that night, to climb up on to the stage for a
performance of who knows what kind. But whatever it was she knew he would be
blown away with the very thought, never mind the act.

They
eventually overcame their feigned inhibitions and joined Jody up top. After a
few exchanged whispers, some props were provided. Jody departed and
their own
backing music began. Tom Jones performing 'Kiss'
was a definite crowd pleaser in this arena.

The
girls pretended they were novices but soon couldn't help themselves and the
thin veil of bullshit fell away as they found their groove and their confidence
on stage. Famke and Aya were natural exhibitionists and seasoned performers,
and they'd do anything for Jody. Getting off on stage was genuinely exciting
and a turn on for them and not in the slightest unnatural or uncomfortable.

Jody
swiftly made her way back stage and then down one level, picking up a dressing
gown and some small items from one of the girls on the way. It was an
interesting old building with many levels, rooms, passageways, nooks and
crannies. Together with her builders and advisors, she'd made clever use of
these characteristics and unusual architectural idiosyncrasies in the design
and renovation of the theatre area.

Upon
entering one of the small lower rooms she ascended a loft-style ladder, which
took her to a small and cozy place with comfy stools, floor cushions, and a
very low ceiling. Thick dark curtains hung down one side and a video repeater
showing the main club area was mounted at one end.

She
chose a specific stool to plonk herself down on and then smiled as she watched
and admired her protégés, Famke and Aya, strutting their raunchy little rears
on screen. They looked very sexy indeed in
their
elegant but youthful evening wear.

Just as
she was getting into the live video feed, some club Guilders dropped from right
above where she was sitting, poignantly cascading over her breast and thigh
before tumbling to the floor. This was her cue. She turned to face the curtain
and searched for an opening. Out snaked her hand into the very same crotch she'd
manhandled as a gullible, innocent teenager a number of years before. This
time, however, things were very different. These manipulative, accommodating,
dexterous digits were now experienced and knowledgeable in the ways and
pleasures of men.

"The
way to a man's heart
is
, and has
always been, through his dick," she'd always professed. But she wasn't
after his heart.

Jody got
the response she wanted and after unzipping his flies fully and extricating
Luke's little friend from his constrains, she got to work. As the girls began
seductively removing each other’s garments Jody embarked on some slow and
methodical stroking until the penis in hand was firm and strong and erect.

The
girls got down to their lingerie and their hands began a full-on fondling
routine. Stroking, caressing, gliding, up and down, over and around, toned
bodies, firm flesh and soft sensuous curves. Jody had seen it all before but it
was always worth a watch. It's not the sort of thing you can easily get bored
of. In fact if she'd had a dick of her own, she'd have been pumping that too.
As it was, she did have one to hand, but the circumstances dictated a necessity
to keep thinking of Queen and Country, and the end game, rather than her own
personal gratification.

As Famke
and Aya began their baby oil routine, Jody returned 'eyes front' and engulfed
Luke's not insignificant knob for the second time in her life.

It was
at least a fine, prime specimen.
Above average with all the
veins and throbbing things in all the right places.
If only she hadn't
been hell bent on revenge this was the kind of knob she'd like to see and do
more with. As it was, behind the curtain, sat the enemy. Luckily she was able
to concentrate on the matter in hand and all but forget the rest.

And so,
whilst our delectable duo performed and pleasured each other only inches above
Jody's head she committed her attentions to the little head before her and
concerted execution of the finest and filthiest fellatio routine of her life.

Jody
sucked and stroked, licked and lubed, bobbed and gobbled with a passion that
belied her circumstance, but this blowjob needed to be a good one. She was not
only after a
result,
she was also secretly after a
medal. A gold medal, that is.
A metaphorical badge of
distinction that only she would know about.
It was important. Right up
there
with revenge, in fact.

Taking a
breather from her oral dexterity for a moment, Jody once again revelled in the
screen show. She kept up her stroking routine but as the sliding and gliding
performance
to die for
was performed
up top, and administered by one oiled and slippery beauty to another, Jody
applied some necessary brakes to her own handy-work. Gripping the very base of
Luke's prick tightly she prevented an imminent and untimely eruption, covering
up the exact nature of her intentions by smothering the head of his member with
her lips again. Clearly he had no objections. And why would he?

A few
moments later and things were sufficiently subdued. Jody once again began
slowly stroking, pumping and purposefully bringing things back to the boil.
She'd learnt over the years, from one or two partners with penises, that
prevention and denial during the course of intensity and imminent ejaculation
can very often bring about an eventual explosion worthy of telling your mother
about when the time comes (yet another intentional pun).

Famke
and Aya began winding up for their own 'piece de resistance'. Their naughty,
dirty grins and pouts and their kisses and winks of personalized seduction were
now all aimed squarely at Luke and had him quickening and rousing fully to this
singularly momentous occasion. Jody started with the ice cream licking, Full
length, sloppy tongue strokes, interspersed with bobbing and rolling around his
engorged throbbing head. Her fingers stroked the base and the underside of his
appendage in an ever-intensifying, slippery attempt to get him home.

The
music changed to something a little
more horny
. Down
right dirty, even.

 
Prince. “Cream”. Shaboogy!

Copious
quantities of baby oil poured forth once again and, to the audience's delight,
it went right where they all wanted it. Famke was kneeling 'doggy style' behind
Aya's bottom, which was proudly pointing to heaven. The oil drizzled in slow
motion onto and over her perfect pear-shaped derrière, cascading and plunging
into the cleavage within.

What an
incredible sight.
Glistening, shaven, pink, petal-like pussy
lips, parting, winking, splaying for the passionate palms of her partner in
public pleasures.

It was
time for some dirty digits. Moments after Famke erotically licked and sucked on
her own middle finger, she grinned at her audience then plunged it three
knuckles deep into Aya's beautiful, beckoning bits. The crowd loved it, Luke
nearly lost it and Jody sensed she was just about to get it.

The
rubbing, sliding and fingering continued up top, in time to the beat, whilst
Jody pumped, stroked and guzzled down below.

Luke was
imminent. Jody could tell. A little more tugging, a little more rubbing and a
few more moves from the girls would do it.

Famke
left Aya to herself, and as she retreated to the chair to perform penetrating
acts of plastic pleasure buzzing eight inches deep within her own tight and
trim quim, Aya presented her luscious labia lips to Luke. Still on all fours,
still glistening in oil and still on a mission to mesmerize, mere inches from
his face.

They
could all tell that Luke was on a one way ticket by now, and as Famke returned
to centre stage with the girls' glorious glass phallus, Jody picked up speed,
intensified her actions and prepared herself for the pyrotechnics to cum (yet
another one).

So there
it was. The moment they'd all been waiting for:

Luke with his knob on full pump, tonsils deep and galloping home under
somebody's
masterful control.

Aya with her oiled and pouting, winking pussy pointing right at him.

Famke
now kneeling over Aya's head and holding a gigantic ribbed glass dildo in one
hand, whilst her other slides over Aya's pussy, parting her labia lips with the
v of her fingers.

And
Jody, up to her back teeth in cock, slopping and slurping for the moment of her
life.

In went
the big glass surrogate knob and Luke just exploded. He literally couldn't
contain himself. Shuddering, convulsing, and cumming for all he was worth. He
was overheard later, to Jody's personal delight and no one else's knowledge,
saying he had just received the best blowjob of his life, and he didn't even
know
who
from.

Jody,
for her part had choreographed a consummate act of containment.

Almost
gagging on Luke's contribution to the whole performance, she first put him away
and patted the spent and deflated penis in an almost thankful way before
spitting her spoils into a virgin fresh condom retrieved from her dressing gown
pocket.

A glance
at the top right hand corner of the video screen gave her an accurate
indication of the time.

Squeezing
out the air, she tied a knot in the condom just like you would a party balloon
and then repeated the process with a second condom for additional security and
protection.

The
little parcel was then deposited somewhere very warm and very safe, but more
specifically, it was at body temperature.

On her
way back upstairs through the changing rooms Jody picked up a grab bag and
proceeded, via a side door, to an awaiting chariot. Nothing had been left to
chance. One of the doormen had been sitting, engine idling, for some time,
ready for Jody to appear and hand out instructions. He had no knowledge of her
plan for the evening or indeed where they were headed.

It was
only a short jaunt to the hotel of love, affection and aircrews but time was of
the essence. Critical even. Besides which, not driving, running or travelling
in any other mode gave her the perfect opportunity for a change of clothes,
wigs and some marginally more sensible shoes.

Jody
arrived at her hotel destination in just under ten minutes and they'd only run
one red light. Just. She straightened herself out and gave a final check to her
appearance in the Hotel light reflection of his car window, which wasn't very
helpful after all, and
then
the wing mirror, which served
only to advise her of the smudges she'd received to her makeup. With only her
fingers and a hanky she'd blagged from the driver Jody hurriedly made the best
of herself before bidding him farewell for the night and trotting up the five
long stairs to the smiling, obliging doorman and some big glass doors.

Her next
move was a precautionary heads up inside the entrance to the main bar. As
expected, our Alex and his silver tongue, was hard at work. Experienced at
clandestine womanizing manoeuvres, as he was (in other words he was facing the
entrance to keep an eye on things), he spotted Jody then surreptitiously leaned
in and whispered something, obviously dirty, or flirty, in Charlie's ear. Not
only did this prevent her from looking round, but it also gave him the
opportunity to provide a big ‘thumbs-up’ to Jody, lifting his hand from
Charlie's warm and accommodating thigh for a moment to do so.