Outstripped (4 page)

The
lights came on again and normality resumed. Music. Dancing. Frivolity.
Entertainment.

The
Goddess was standing again, with open arms, beckoning Aya and Famke to join her
on stage. Luke looked at them both questioningly, secretly hoping they would
go, but pretending to have their ‘best interests and honour’ at heart. The
Goddess encouraged them and, to Luke’s amazement, they gave in and mounted the
stage leaving ‘jacket and wrap’ behind.

A
'Cabaret' chair was delivered to their stage together with a little wooden box.
The Goddess stood behind the chair with the two of them on either side and she
began to whisper to them. Shyly, coyly, they covered their mouths, giggling,
protesting yet nodding their approval.

The
“star” slinked off the stage and disappeared leaving the girls waiting for
their cue.

It
began. Tom Jones. “Kiss”. Brilliant choice.

At first
they looked as if they hadn’t a clue. Out of their depth amateurs, maybe? But
given a few more bars of music they began to hit their beat, find their rhythm,
and before long they had it “going on”.

The arms
were up, the hips were swaying, the legs started moving and they were soon using,
even ‘owning’ the stage.

“They’ve
done this before.” Luke considered. Then just as he was ramping up his own head
and body movements to the beat in congratulatory awe of his new friends, a hand
launched itself onto his crotch. Shocked but pleased he accepted the moment but
couldn’t work out from where it came. There was no one sat next to him, though
a small crowd had gathered behind to watch. His “semi”, which was still
recovering from the previous performance, was now rising to
this
occasion.

“Clearly”,
he thought, “this stage is purpose built.”

As the
girls began dancing with each other, stroking cheeks, sides, legs and ‘O.M.G.’
bottoms
, a second hand joined the first and
proceeded to unzip his fly.

“Resistance
would be futile, and pointless,” he thought. “If someone wants a party in my
pants, they can have one”.

Out came
his cock. The fresh air was wonderful! He hadn’t done
this
before. Was he dreaming? The best show of his life unfolding
before his eyes and the best cock in town (his) unfurling before someone
else’s. The dark curtains under the stage enveloped Luke's entertainment area
and things began to develop upstairs and down.

Taking
turns to “bunny dip”, “bend over”, “grind one out” and generally heat things
up, the girls decided to start removing each others' evening wear, in the best
possible taste and erotic’s they could muster. They had definitely done this
before, and they were most certainly enjoying themselves.

Famke
stood behind Aya (who was facing Luke) and unbuttoned her blouse, bottom to
top, then peeled it backwards to reveal her red bra, just as “the hands” began
to stroke, ever so slowly. Famke then fell to her knees and Aya spun to face
her. Her hands came round, cradling Aya's bottom, drawing crotch to face before
removing Aya’s skirt, to leave her red thong, and tanned behind, on display and
the crowd to drool.

They
switched places. “The hands” continued to stroke Luke, picking up purpose. It
was Aya’s turn to hide behind Famke while she unzipped the bustier dress and
assisted its fall to the floor. Famke was facing Luke and wriggled
appropriately to make things easier. Sans bra, her breasts jiggled in time to
the music. The obligatory lacey g-string was black. The crowd approved. Luke’s
cock was delighted and "the hands" soldiered on.

Aya
asked the crowd if they wanted more. Of course they did. Facing each other they
removed their own lingerie and then huddled around the chair with box atop,
bottoms to audience, heels towering and legs together. They emerged and
swiveled to Luke (and the rest) with some interesting items designed for
personal entertainment of the female kind together with a bottle of baby oil.

Aya held
the bottle aloft over Famke’s boobs and as the clear, soothing, moisturizing
liquid began to pour to breast,
a striking
warmth
engulfed Luke’s 'throbbing head'. He gasped. His knob jerked and his hips
involuntarily thrust forward. The oil ran all over Famke’s golden breasts,
nipples,
stomach
and down to her close-cropped Brazilian.
Aya circled her again and proceeded to massage the oil into Famke’s full
frontal playground. Kissing her back, neck and bottom, she reached around and
slowly ran, stroked, kneaded and pleasured her hands up and down to the
amazement of all.

Someone
was in complete control of Luke, right under this performance, and had now
begun sliding on and off his pole. He couldn’t see it but it felt bigger than
ever. A thumb and forefinger encircled the base of his 'pole' and stroked the
bottom couple of inches up and down while the 'knob end' was deliciously
sucked, licked, bobbed and gorged. He was holding back an imminent orgasm but
wanted to last longer. The show wasn’t over and he wanted more.

The
tables were turning up top and Famke instructed Aya onto her knees and all
fours. She was side on to Luke and lowered her elbows and hair to the stage.
The oil poured again. A drizzle of the
naughtiest
,
dirtiest proportions lubed its way from the nape of her neck to the crack of
her arse. She responded by writhing forwards then back again, arching into it.

The club
“Member” below was now being subjected to a full-length licking. Not the tip of
the tongue kind. This was the raunchy, sloppy, ice cream version. Up and down,
round and round, and all the while the little fingers kept stroking. Changing
hands occasionally, and both together at times.

The
full, wet, slimy length of Luke’s “beast” was now being
licked,
stroked and twisted in time with the music.

It was
now Prince. “Cream”. Shaboogy!

Famke
was kneeling “doggy style” behind Aya, her hands smoothing, stroking her back,
bottom and boobs symmetrically. Round the front and down the sides of her
thighs then up again on the backs of her legs. She stopped, knelt up and poured
more oil on her subject, right where you'd want it to go. She began to “palm”
Aya’s pussy, making sure the oil was properly massaged in.

Luke
thought (as did everyone else), “It was time for a finger or two”. And there it
was! "Oooohhhhhh."

Luke’s
cock was suddenly gripped tightly and engulfed in a flood of warmth again.
Famke’s fingers worked their magic at, in and with Aya’s two lips. In, out,
round,
twist, up, down, in, out, over and over again. Aya’s
cheek was on the stage. She was facing the crowd but looking at Luke with an
almost pained expression of lust and joy on her face. She pursed her lips and
blew him a kiss. He only just managed to stop his cum from blowing a hole in
the back of "someone's" head.

“How do
they choreograph a blowjob and a show like this?” he thought. “It must be the
music”.

Two
fingers were withdrawn from deep within Aya’s pussy, dripping and glistening.
Famke turned to Luke, knowingly. She raised them to her own lips and licked
them up and down. She kissed Aya’s bottom cheeks in turn and then retreated.

The
pumping below was replaced with warm wet bobbing once again and somebody’s
tongue was playfully rolling around Luke’s ‘big end’ just toying with him, as
if knowing he needed to hold back. Just a little longer.

Aya
turned to give the audience a better look at her behind. Bottom raised, she
parted her legs further and then brought her hand up from underneath, cupping
her pussy and hiding her puckered “ring”. She began to please herself whilst
Famke sat on the chair, legs together.

Famke
picked a shiny golden 8” vibrator, turned it on and started stroking it along
her thighs, then across her nipples and then into her mouth. She slid it in and
then placed her hands on her knees. On the next big beat she snapped open her
legs, wide, giving everyone a good look. With one hand she stroked each side of
her pussy in the ‘V’ of her fingers and gently parted her labia. With the other
hand she retrieved the “golden prick” from between her lips and slid it into
this little pink heaven.

This was
all getting too much for Luke. He was in need of some desperate release. He
adjusted himself, and the warm, obliging mouth was joined again with the finger
ring at the base of his cock.
Gripping, stroking, controlling
and masterminding his impending relief.

Famke
eased out her “little friend”. She put it back in the box and pulled out a
large, ribbed glass dildo. She swanked and sidled her way over to Aya and
facing the crowd she straddled the back of Aya’s head. The crowd braced itself
and Luke, who was close enough to Aya’s engorged, spread, dripping pussy to
almost taste it, prepared himself for the inevitable and the exceptional.

The
sucking and bobbing on Luke’s Cock head intensified, The “Two busy little Lips”
firmed up and the fingers began pumping.

Famke
leaned right forward over Aya’s back and now administered her still moist
‘parting fingers’ on Aya’s pussy from above. She hovered around the wet, gaping
entrance momentarily while the tension in the room built further. Then looked
into Luke’s eyes and bit her lip before plunging the surrogate knob in deep.

Luke
exploded! He jerked, shuddered, and writhed. His face contorted and with neck
bent backwards he blinked uncontrollably for what seemed like an age.

Slow,
purposeful, knowledgeable 'milking' continued below stage as he emptied himself
completely into his unknown partner’s mouth. Slow and delectably entertaining
dildo fucking continued above stage to the end of the music.

The
girls finished their show, stood, smiled and took a deserved bow to Luke and
the crowd.

Luke's
highly satisfied knob was tired and exhausted after its workout. It was gently
and deftly returned to his trousers and patted twice as if to say “well done”
or even “thank you”.

And as
Luke said before, “He distinctly remembered the best blowjob he'd ever had”.

It's not
the sort of thing you'd forget.

Jody’s
plan for a new life and a new ‘her’ worked out nicely. Not only did she get
what she wanted from her chosen career but her private life improved
dramatically also.

Clearly
this was no accident, as previously stated. She’d worked hard at her
reincarnation.

The
holiday and travel trade made for a great opportunity for her to blossom into
an outgoing, confident, capable career woman, and pro-active seeker of life and
love. Her fumbling sexual exploits during school years were swiftly to become a
thing of the past and as her intimate knowledge of our species increased so did
her passion for its pleasures.

But
let’s get something straight. Jody was in charge. She would never let anyone
get the upper hand, ever again. They might be led to believe they were the
instigator, the lead character or the protagonist, but in reality that position
of authority would always belong to her.

The
“Three Kings Travel Agency” looked after her from day one. Employment, of
course, was the key, but they also provided her with a solid grounding in the
industry, and even funded her ‘further studies’ and qualifications for
progression within the company.

The
initial Job description, which Jody had learnt by heart years before, went, “In
order to be a successful travel agent you must be accurate, detail-oriented,
well-organized, professional and courteous. Good writing and interpersonal
skills as well as sales ability are also necessary.” She improved on the list
adding her enthusiasm, her positive attitude and her hard work.

There
were also a few characteristics she brought with her that came in very useful,
though were not technically required, including, cunning, positioning,
scheming, and “femme Fatale”. She was, of course, very careful not to display
these private idiosyncrasies to those who had no need of this information.

Although
Jody initially thought she’d been ‘thrown in at the deep end’, she soon
realized that things were not that manic after all, and her work load gradually
became manageable, unlike a vast array of annoying customers and their
ridiculous holiday expectations. Incredibly, it was always the budget conscious
and those who should be spending their money on more important things that were
the hardest to please, the most difficult to deal with and the quickest to
complain.

As time
went on she learnt ‘not’ to pay too much attention, to nod in all the right
places and to save
herself
a guilt complex and a
breakdown by not taking things personally.

Jody
worked hard. She studied hard too for her CTA qualification (Certified Travel
Associate) across all twelve of her disciplines.

Gradually
she worked her way up from ‘Receptionist, Teas-maid, and Filing Clerk
Extraordinaire’, through, ‘International Weather Girl’, ‘Paperwork Checkist’,
‘Travel Document Organizer’, and ‘Complaints Sounding Board’ right the way up
to ‘Hotel Advisor’, Flight Co-ordinator’, ‘Booking Agent’ and finally, ‘Sales
Person of the Month’. Woohoo!

In a
little over the required minimum of eighteen months, Jody became a fully-fledged
Travel Agent in her own right. She had her own business cards, her own regular
clientele and her own office. She was finally ‘Upstairs’ and away from the
front desk and all those “Bloody pests and poor people”. To use a common turn
of
phrase
(or two) ‘The sky was her limit’, and ‘The
world was now her very own private oyster’.

As with
most people her age, Jody could also play hard. She learnt how to drink, and
how ‘not’ to drink on a few occasions. She learnt about pubs and nightclubs and
how to dance, and how to appreciate the loss of certain inhibitions at all
sorts of appropriate and not-so-appropriate moments. She learnt all about the
power of beauty, of women, of beautiful women, confident women. She learnt how
she could use this to her own advantage. But best of all, she learnt how to
have fun, how to get something back out of her young life, and she worked out
the finer details of how to get to where she wanted to be. And critically, for
her, she worked out how to use all this hard and well-earned knowledge to get
her own back. W.A.I.F.A. was the goal after all, and “All roads will be leading
there. Not Rome.”

Of
course she also had to cope with, and deal with, all the
other things
that went on in large companies and specifically
offices. First there was the hierarchy. Then there was the politics. Of course
there were all the unwelcome ‘advances’ and occasionally there were some
welcome ones too.

Luckily
she picked things up quickly and kept her nose clean in the process. Gossip,
bitchiness and the ever-present and ‘oh so helpful’ advice was constantly on
offer from everyone, since ‘they always knew best’. But a little guile and
instinct together with a pinch of diplomacy and tact worked much, much better
for Jody.

The
secrets, the cliquey camaraderie and the “If I were you” guidance counseling
was regularly offered, outwardly appreciated, occasionally accepted, but rarely
adopted. Yet she still came out on top.

The
money wasn’t too great to start with, but together with a little help from her
‘London Weighting’ and a small inheritance left to her by Grandma, she had
enough to survive on and enough for a little fun.

Her CTA
qualifications and her growing portfolio of business clients, and wealthy
individuals, brought about more freedom, more disposable income and a new place
to live. No longer would she have the hour-long trawl to her ‘grotty’ little
digs in Potters Bar, just inside the M25. She now had a pretty respectable
bed-sit in the heart of Hammersmith that you could actually “swing a cat” in.

Nights
on the town, had, in one fell swoop, just become bearable, as she didn’t have
to secretly stash away at Julie’s in the YWCA rentals anymore. Progress,
privacy, her own personal touch and the ability to have ‘boys’ over for dinner
(wink, wink) were all now ‘hers’ for the savouring.

One
particular Friday night, Jody and a few of her colleagues had decided to go
straight out on the town, rather than do the usual, ‘home first and back in for
a drink’, thing. Work clothes would suffice for once, and since they were a
“High Heeled Band O’ Bad Ass Bitches” anyway, they could get away with it.

So,
Covent Garden it was, ‘R.T.D.’s all round, and by the third bar and the fifth
drink the conversation got around to money, or rather the lack of it, for most
of them.

“One of
my friends is a Lap Dancer”, said Amy. “She does three nights a week down at
that one in Soho. You know. The one with all the blue neon lights outside.”

“Fuck
off!” screeched Sam, “I’m not doin’ that. They’re full of ‘dirty old men’ and
foreigners.”

“So
what? They can’t touch you, y’ know. Not if you don’t want them to, and anyway
the money’s really good. She makes more there in a night, sometimes, than I get
in a week. I’ve even thought about it a few times.”

“Why
haven’t you done it then?” chipped in Rachael.

“Too
scared, all those eyes, just leering at you, with their tongues ‘anging out and
their ‘ands in their pockets.”

“You
don’t know them. You’ll never see them again. And anyway, it could be a lot of
fun.” Rachael carried on. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like shaking ‘these
puppies’ in some guy’s face for money.

“You’ll
have to shake more than your ‘puppies’, you silly cow” Says Amy. “They’re all
nude now. Everything! Right down to your ‘bits’.”

“What if
you don’t want to?” Sam chips in again.

“Don’t
do it then.” says Jody, entering the conversation from stage left coz now it’s
starting to interest her.

“Are
they really full of ‘dirty bastards’ and foreigners?” She asks.

“No! Amy
says, getting
all knowledgeable
and matter of fact. Me
friend says it’s just like going to one of them Chippendale shows, but its
women. They’re quite expensive as well, so you don’t get all the ‘Old Gits’ in
there. And so what if it’s full of foreigners. I like a bit of ‘foreign’, and
just like Rachael says, your never gonna see ‘em again anyway."

“Do you
really have to get your ‘bits’ out? You know, spread your legs an’ everything?”
asks Sam, taking things a little more seriously now.

“I’ve no
idea. I suppose it’s up to you, how far you go, but me friend says that the big
money’s all in the private booths. The stage is good to start with and for when
it’s quiet but the ‘buggers’ all want more. If you do the Lap Dancing stuff and
‘get it all up in their faces’ you make hundreds."

“All
right! So when do we start?” Rachael decides to officiate and get things
moving.

“
I’m
not doin’ it.” Sam gets in quickly
“I was only asking”.

“Chicken!”
replies Rachael.

Jody
decides to throw the gauntlet down and see who’s really up for it. “Now!” she
says, firmly, “let’s start now!”

“OK”
Said Rachael. “But we should have another first. Whose round is it?
You coming Amy?
Since you started it?”

“No chance!
I can’t bear the thought of all those eyes.” I’ll get the drinks in though.
Who’s havin’ what?”

Whilst
Amy heads off to the bar with Sam in tow Rachael leans in towards Jody and
quietly demands “Are you serious, or are you just havin’ a laugh?”

“I’m
game if you are. I could really do with the money” she fibbed, “and you never
know it might be fun.”

“But I haven’t even seen you naked, yet, young
woman!”
Rachael burst out laughing.

“Well,
so long as you pay the same as everyone else, you never know!” Jody quipped in
her best Madame’s voice, and they continued sniggering and ‘taking the piss’
out of each other until the others returned with more drinks.

Sam
asked them if they’d decided to give it a go, to which Rachael replied, “Maybe,
not sure, might talk to some of the guys and see if they know any good clubs.”

“Not
sure that’s such a good idea,” said Amy. “What if they go there too?”

“Good
point,” Jody joined in. “We’ll have to think about that then.” In truth, it had
already crossed her mind and although she’d been getting secretly excited at
the thought of it all, her and Rachael decided to re-convene and make a ‘proper
plan’, another time.

Right
now it was time to drink and give the guy’s in the bar a jolly good letch.

“Marks
out ten,” said Rachael. I’d give
him
one!”

To which
they all joined in with some lewd and dirty comments of their own, then
proceeded
to giggle and debauch their way through the
evening.

Jody
wasn’t required for the Saturday roster anymore as she was now in the senior
ranks, and to a degree, so long as targets were met, and business came in, she
could almost do as she pleased. She clearly surprised a few bleary eyed junior
agents by turning up on this Saturday. They almost jumped to attention from
their ‘sorry ass’ slumbers trying to cover up the excesses of the previous
night. It didn’t work and Jody milked the moment all the same with a few ‘tut,
tuts’ and belittling looks of mock despair and disapproval.

“You can
all get back to sleep,” she said. “I’m only here for five minutes.”

Following
on from where they left ‘The Plan’ the night before, she was here for the phone
numbers of some of her more discreet clients. They’re not the
sort
of numbers you keep on your mobile.

She
‘swanned’ her way through the shop and then behind the counter, slapping Ben on
the back of the head as she passed him. He fell forwards to place all four legs
of his non-recliner back on the floor and spun quickly to catch a ‘
none too subtle’
ogle of her arse.

He drew
in some air, and leaned back with his arms behind his head in a state of
‘content’ for his moment and was then smacked on the head again by one of the
other girls.

Upstairs,
Jody went through her files looking first for Bill Anderson. In Jody’s
calculations, the guys in the office, and the blokes she knew socially, were
all too young to be of any use with this kind of homework. Sure they’d know all
the best places to go, but they’d be dangerous. The bastards would turn up and
spoil the whole thing. They were too risky. Bill, on the other hand was almost
like an uncle to her,
an ‘older’
friend. Full of smut
and innuendo, of course, he is a bloke, but old enough to be her dad.

Bill
would most likely be over the moon to help. A little ‘under the counter’
assistance to reward her for the ‘more clandestine’ of his travel arrangements
would be ‘right up his street’. “He’d see her right,” she thought.

She
called him.

“Bill, I
need your help please.”

“No, I’m
not in trouble, I have a little favour to ask but you’ve got to keep it to
yourself, promise?”

“I’ll do
my best. What is it?” he asked.

“Well,
I’m not quite sure how to put this. So I’ll just say it. Me, and my friend,
Rachael, want to give Lap Dancing a go. We think we’d be good. The money will
come in handy and we love dancing. What do you…
”