by Al Daltrey
Chloe approached each new arrival and asked what kind of drink they would like, and then she’d come tell me. While I made that round, she’d be asking others. We had a good system going. Lexi’s sister helped serve the prepared hor d’oeuvres. Chloe herself was drinking water only, and I was sipping on a Manhattan. More guests arrived including a bunch of the girls from Lexi’s strip club. The strippers had decided to break up the evening into two shifts: about a dozen of them would stay at Lexi’s until about midnight, and then go work, relieving a dozen or so who could then come join the party.
Lexi’s family wasn’t crazy about her career choice, but they had come to terms with it. Her mom was sweet, and to my surprise, polished off more than a few martinis. The exotic dancers were respectful and made an effort to mingle. Overall, the condo was fully packed with guests, and the party rocked. Yup, I could tell that Lexi was having a good night. Chloe and I kept up with the drink orders, but barely.
“Two cosmos, a Bud light, and a Perrier,” she said before scooting off to take another order.
When she returned, she put those four on a tray, “Another merlot and a bourbon with Coke.”
The drinks flowed, the music was good, and all seemed well. Lexi found a moment to catch Chloe and I together. The three of us were huddled together at the counter while I was pouring a Ginger Ale for Lexi’s aunt.
She reached out and put her hand on each of our wrists: “I can’t thank both of you enough for doing this. Everyone thinks it’s the coolest thing ever to have a bartender, and all I keep hearing is how adorable Chloe is.”
Chloe and I told her it was our pleasure, and we were enjoying it as well.
“By the way,” Lexi said, “see that really tall girl over there with the red hair?”
Both of us looked. Indeed, the girl she pointed to was over six feet tall naturally, but with super high heels, she towered over everyone. She had flowing red curly hair, heavy make-up, and outrageously flamboyant clothing.
“She’s gay, works at the club, and told me she’d love to get her hands on Chloe,” Lexi said while she giggled. It was meant as a compliment to Chloe.
Lexi returned to her guests while I made two more drinks for Chloe to deliver, who whispered to me while I did so, “You know, since you don’t own me, I think I’m going to flirt with Big Bird over there.” I chuckled at her apt choice of nicknames, but also something told me that, in her mischievous mood, she wasn’t kidding.
A few minutes later, true to her word, I did see Chloe flirting with Big Bird. She then peered over her shoulder at me and actually stuck her tongue out! I laughed out loud and shook my head.
As the party continued, it was time to light the candles and sing happy birthday to Lexi. We all joined in. Then a group of them gathered in living area with Lexi centered on the sofa and gifts were opened. I couldn’t help but smirk at the variety of gifts. Her aunt brought Lexi a cashmere sweater, while one of the strippers bought Chloe a bra with holes for the nipples, so they could be more visible in a dress.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chloe by the hallway to the restroom. She held up two fingers, and with an exaggerated motion, she mouthed the words ‘two minutes?’ I nodded. I was giving her permission to take a two minute break. But where? Then I saw Big Bird’s shadow in the hallway. The two girls were going to clandestinely slip in the restroom for two minutes. That’s my wife, ha! I poured myself a Stella Artois, and before I knew it, Chloe was right beside me again. She had truly only been gone for a minute, not enough time for anything to have actually happened.
“That was fast?” I teased her.
“Just a quick kiss,” she teased me back.
As we approached midnight, Lexi’s family said their goodbyes, as did many of her older friends. A large gathering of strippers remained, but they too had to leave soon, to relieve the girls who were working the earlier shift at the club. During the lull, we cleaned up as best we could, especially Chloe who gathered up many of the glasses. It seemed the party was far from over as more friends were being buzzed into the building. Chloe and I found ourselves busy again, serving drinks to all the new arrivals. It felt a little bit like one party ended and a new one began.
Among the new influx of partiers was Fast Eddie, Lexi’s boss and the owner of the club. Each new person gave Lexi a huge hug and wished her a happy birthday. The place erupted into a second spontaneous singing of happy birthday, and she opened some new gifts. Several of the new girls had also invited their boyfriends along, and it was clear the second gathering would be a little wilder than the earlier group, especially with Lexi’s family gone.
I fixed Fast Eddie a double scotch, straight up. Less than ten minutes later, Chloe was back with his empty snifter, and I filled it up with more of the single-malt. While he was purportedly very wealthy, he seemed totally down-to-earth, and more importantly, quite respectful of his employees; the dancers. He came to my bar area to introduce himself, and we had a good conversation about everything from politics, to the environment, to the famous and eccentric porn-star strippers who tour the country and spend a week at his club as the featured attraction.
Lexi approached me, a little drunk, but in that wonderfully sentimental way that girls often get:
“Chloe and I were talking, and well, since you won’t take control of her tonight, maybe I should?”
I looked up, and Chloe was right behind her, smiling with that naughty grin that I have come to know so well. My wife was in a mood to play. Nothing serious of course, I knew there would be no sex on the agenda. She’d never go that far at a party like this. My gut was telling me that she was about to be put on display.
“Come here, bitch!!” Lexi said to her loud enough that everyone could hear.
Chloe lowered her eyes, and instinctively put her wrists behind her back, then walked slowly toward Lexi. Everyone at the party suddenly stopped whatever they were doing. You could hear a pin drop.
That’s when I noticed Lexi was holding a pair of scissors in her hands. The night was about to get even more interesting…
Chloe’s View:
“I want you to collar me again,” I said, “or I’m going to be a slutty little tramp at Lexi’s birthday party.”
I was being a total brat, but Jack knew it was all in fun. Had I been serious, this type of chirping would have earned my ass one hell of a session with the paddle in the days when I was his owned submissive.
“You’ll have no choice but to take full control of me to stop my whorish nature,” I continued.
But Jack was being Jack. He was cool as a cucumber, refusing to be influenced by my impatience. He could be spontaneous, but not when it came to important decisions. In my heart, I felt confident that he’d own me again at some point, but my wise husband was being methodical and measured.
Meanwhile, Lexi and I had grown closer in the weeks that followed my accident. She’d come to visit, and we’d hang out and talk for hours. There was never any more sex between us, not because we wouldn’t have enjoyed it, but because we’d never do anything like that behind Jack’s back, or without his expressed consent. I was very much looking forward to her party, especially with Jack and I teaming up as the bartender and server, respectively.
I wore a simple red dress from Jones New York, and Jack wore black suit pants and nice shirt. We looked spiffy, I must say, and arrived early to help with last minute details. As the guests arrived, Lexi would welcome each friend or family member with a hug, and I’d be there, not too far behind, ready to take a drink order. It was fun because it afforded me the opportunity to meet every single person who arrived.
Often during little breaks, I’d go chat with Jack, as did others. A couple of the strippers moseyed their way over to the bar, until they discovered he was married. He was also introduced to Lexi’s family members, during which he charmed the heck out of her mom and aunt.
Lexi teased me that I had caught the eye of her remarkably tall friend Lauren, who enquired about my availability. I nick
named the woman Big Bird and teased Jack that I was in fact, free to play with her. He didn’t put a stop to my flirting, so I took that as a soft approval to proceed. Which I did.
“Excuse me for the random compliment, but you are strikingly beautiful,” I whispered to the woman as soon I could get close enough to her. She thanked me and asked my name. I answered, and then glanced over my shoulder to taunt Jack. I chatted with her a few more minutes, but couldn’t stay too long, as people’s drinks needed refilling. Following that, every time I passed by her, I gave her a big flirty smile.
Later, while everyone was singing happy birthday, I intentionally positioned myself beside her. Our arms were touching, and then I felt her fingertips reach for mine. I reciprocated. She whispered for me to join her in the restroom for a moment of privacy. I agreed with a smile. It wasn’t lost on me that I was pushing my luck with Jack, but I wanted him to make me his submissive again so badly that I was willing to risk getting my ass thrashed. Besides, my gut told me he was actually enjoying my harmless promiscuity. He just nodded when I flashed him the ‘I’ll be gone for two minutes’ sign.
Unseen, I slipped into Lexi’s restroom with Big Bird. Soon as the door closed, her pleasant friendly disposition changed, and she took immediate charge of the situation.
“Listen slut, did you think I didn’t notice you are putting on a show for the bartender, who I since learned is your husband?”
Oh fuck. Busted. I had no idea that she knew what I was up to. “I’m sorry; I’m not trying to cause any drama. You truly are beautiful; I was just having a bit of silly fun.”
Her fingers found their way into my hair, and grabbing a fistful of it, she pulled my head back causing me to look up into her eyes, “You have sub written all over you, and since you came back here, you must like eating pussy?”
I felt my head pulled back, “Ahhh…yes I do, but…but I can’t take things that far…”
She interrupted me, assuring me she knew the drill: sluts like me needed permission. I may have nicknamed her Big Bird, but this woman was no pushover. She read me like a book.
“Oh, don’t worry, little slut. I’ll find a way to get to know your husband. Then I’ll remind him how you played me the fool. He won’t care, but he’ll also be curious about what a Domme as tall as a skyscraper would do with his sub. I’ll ask him about your limits, which will intrigue him more. Then he’ll give me a whirl. He’ll send you to me. Just wait, little slut, our day will come.”
I practically came on the spot after I heard her words. Then she kissed me with a deep soulful kiss. And in a flash, we slipped out of the restroom and rejoined the party. I was momentarily discombobulated: What just happened back there? From that point forward, I no longer referred to the woman as Big Bird, but as Miss Lauren.
The party kicked into high gear for another hour, before shrinking back down. Many of the dancers had left, among them Miss Lauren, but a good number of new ones arrived. For the first time, I had a drink myself. For all intents and purposes, I thought the evening was about to wind down, at least as far as my duties. Boy was I wrong. I looked over toward Lexi, and she crooked her finger to motion me over. Uh oh, what am I in for now? Her expression suggested that she had something devilish in mind.
“Should we make Jack jealous?” she said, “I’ll take control of you.”
Instantly a rush ran through my body. I didn’t know what she had intended, but I suspected I was about to be humiliated in front of her guests, and oddly, I was deeply aroused by the idea.
“No actual sex,” I stipulated, “and please check with Jack first. Master or not, I won’t do anything without his go-ahead.”
Lexi retrieved scissors on her way to where Jack was. The two of them spoke momentarily, and then he looked up over her shoulder at me. We were communicating with nothing other than our facial expressions. His glance was his way of asking me if I was cool with her idea. A cute little smile on my part meant ‘let’s go for it.’ If I had instead opened my eyes wide, it would have meant ‘noooo, please’.
My smile signified approval. Suddenly, Jack pointed the remote toward the stereo and turned the music down. With a loud and booming voice, Lexi penetrated the entire room with:
“Come here, bitch!!”
I was instantaneously in sub mode. It was that simple. Like an obedient female robot, my wrists wrapped around to my lower back, and I walked toward her. The various conversations suddenly went silent. All eyes were on me. Lexi held up the scissors for everyone to see.
“Stand perfectly still, slut,” she said. “You are overdressed as far as I can tell.”
Lexi then walked around me, circling me. I immediately felt my pussy moisten. Thankfully, no one knew how aroused I became from being put on display in this manner. Lexi moved to the front of me and knelt down. She slowly moved her hands under my dress, and with the scissors, snipped away my thong. I couldn’t help but glance around the room. How many people were watching me? I counted…six, eight, the couple over there, the three girls sitting on the couch, Jack, Eddie, the other couple…eighteen in total. Eighteen people were watching me while Lexi pulled my sliced thong out from underneath my dress.
“Wearing a bra, whore?”
“Yes Miss,” I confessed. Of course I’m wearing a bra, with nipples as hyperactive as mine; I’d be likely to poke someone’s eye out if I went around braless.
“Slut,” she said, with a dismissive tone of voice. All around me, the eighteen faces were riveted to the spectacle that she had made of me. Some of them whispered to each other. Some smiled. All eyes were definitely on me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so aroused.
Lexi circled me again, this time stopping when she was behind me. She unzipped my dress, but only as far as was needed to cut my bra strap. She cut the thin shoulder straps, and unclasped it. Next her hand reached up and stroked my neck. With my upper dress still partially unzipped and loose, she curled her arm over my shoulder and slipped her hand inside the front of my dress between my boobs. She found my bra and pulled it up and out from my neckline, rendering me completely braless. Then she zipped up my dress again and strutted her way back to the front of me.
Lexi pinched some of the material of the dress just under my right breast, and then used the scissors to cut into the fabric making an initial hole. I trembled where I stood. She carefully tucked the tip of the scissors into the opening and cut a new bigger hole, positioned right where my nipple was. My dress was ruined, but that was the least of my concerns. My nipple poked out of the hole, available for everyone to see. I felt myself blushing deeply. Not surprisingly, my nipple reacted by perking right up. Lexi did the same to the other side, and soon, both of my nipples were clearly visible, my creamy white skin in contrast to the bright red fabric surrounding it.
“Anybody want another drink?” Lexi called out to the crowd. Several people answered, but there were too many voices for me to comprehend any of it.
“You heard them,” she scolded me, “get back to work.”
Soon I was making my rounds again, only this time my nipples were sticking right out of my dress. That, and of course, my now moist pussy could feel the open air. Whoever I spoke with had no qualms about staring right down at my nips. Anyone with a mixed drink seemed to down it fairly quickly, for no other reason than to watch me fetch them a new one. Jack was having fun with it all, teasing me every time I came to the bar to order another around. He knew, or I assumed he knew, he could stop it at any time. Technically, he was no longer my Master, but emotionally he was. I was his again, and as much as I was having fun, I was doing this for my man.
One of the strippers ordered a shot of tequila. “Make sure you bring the salt shaker too, little tramp,” she added as I walked away to fulfill her order.
Upon my return, she took an ice cube out of a nearby empty glass and rubbed it directly on top of my bare nipple. The temperature sent a slight chill through me, and my nipple responded. Several people were watching intently. She circled my nipple wi
th the cube, and when it was all wet, she shook some salt on it. Her mouth engulfed my salty nipple, and then she did the shot of tequila, snapping her head back. Before all was said and done, four other people did the same thing, one of them taking a little bite of my sensitive nip while she was at it. It seemed the tip of my breasts were suddenly everyone’s favorite appetizer.
I was also groped and touched. Prodded. At one point, I had two beers in my hands bringing them over to a couple on the far side of the sofa, when I was stopped along the way. The stripper that stopped me slipped her hand under my dress. I slowly moved my legs apart to give her ease of access. Two fingers ran along my slit, and she gathered up some wetness. When she pulled her hand away, she held up two fingers for everyone at the party to see. They were shiny, wet, and glistening. I almost died from embarrassment as she tasted her own fingers and thanked me for the sample.
Fast Eddie wanted another scotch, and on my way back, I slipped and spilled a tiny bit onto his leg.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry, Sir,” I stammered.
Handing him the drink, I reached for a napkin and dabbed it on his thigh. Thankfully the wet spot was no bigger than a quarter. I apologized again, and Eddie told me not to worry about it.
“You think you can make a mistake like that and not suffer punishment?” Lexi said, now standing directly behind me.
Oh shit. What did I do now? I glanced at Jack. I needed his reassurance again that he was okay with whatever was about to go down. His smile and nod was indication that, yes, he was. Glancing at Lexi, she discreetly winked at me. She must have checked with him as well. I was in her hands, with Jack’s approval. Uh oh.
In seconds, I was draped over Fast Eddie’s lap in a classic spanking position. Lexi had hiked my skirt up over my hips, and my bare ass was available for everyone to see. In fact, whoever was sitting directly behind me probably had an unobstructed view of my honey pot. Eddie’s big hand was rubbing my ass, preparing me for the first strike.
“I’d say she deserves ten good ones,” he called out to the party, among the laughter and cheering.