by Bridy McAvoy
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Meanwhile, Lizzie was enjoying her pasta meal with Phil. He was a charming date, chatty, witty and very complimentary and, despite the events of the early evening, she found herself relaxing in his company. Indeed, when it came time for Phil to settle the bill she was surprised to see that it was already gone eleven and a couple of hours had passed in Phil’s company during which he had been the complete gentleman. He ushered her out to the car and held the door for her—he was waiting expectantly for another leg show and Lizzie felt relaxed enough to oblige—after all, he had seen far more less than twelve hours previously. The flash of black lace at the top of her legs brought a smile to his face. He knew just as she did that it had been deliberate.
She knew he lived outside the city so was quite surprised when he quickly drove them back towards her house. When he pulled into the yard behind the offices and studio she was surprised. She had expected him to take her somewhere and make love to her—she didn’t think there was room in the sports car itself, and she did not expect him to be taking her home. The puzzled look on her face elicited a smile from him.
“No, Lizzie, I’m not taking you home yet.”
As she extricated herself from the car, puzzlement became worry as there was only one business around here that was still open. Skins, the strip club Phil owned. He was pulling her towards it as he guided her away from the car.
She stopped suddenly, her legs rooted to the spot causing Phil, who held her arm, to stop too. He looked at her. She took a deep breath and asked him the question uppermost in her mind.
“We’re not going in there, are we? You said we were the wrong type of girls to perform there. I don’t think I could do that.”
The words tumbled out of her so fast that it took a moment for Phil to realize why she was suddenly terrified.
“Lizzie. I’m sorry, I should have said. I have no intention of making you dance at this club tonight or any other night. You have my absolute word on that. I need to visit the office for a while and I thought you wouldn’t mind coming with me. That’s all. I’m sorry, I didn’t intend to frighten you. Truly.”
Lizzie’s panicked breathing calmed slowly as the import of his words sunk in. After a minute she nodded that she was able to go on even though she didn’t trust herself to speak. They walked arm in arm up to the back door and Phil rang the bell.
A very large man opened the door and, recognizing Phil, stood aside to let them in.
“Busy tonight, Gary?”
“Not bad, sir. The girls are complaining it’s slow but we all know Monday night is slow. Enough in to pay the bills anyway.”
Phil led Lizzie along the narrow corridor and she could hear the thudding music coming from the front of the building. Phil opened a door to one side and led her up a flight of stairs. The music got quieter as they climbed and she realized that a good deal had been spent on some very efficient sound-proofing. At the top of the stairs there were three doors, the center one clearly marked WC, and he suggested she took the chance to freshen up while he went into the office on the right. Lizzie took the opportunity and when she came out, she knocked hesitantly on the door of the office.
“Come.”
She entered and found herself in a plush room, wall to wall carpeting and a mahogany desk that dwarfed the chairs around it. Phil was seated behind the desk on the phone and waved her to a chair. What caught her attention was the glass wall behind Phil. It stretched from floor to ceiling and showed the main room of the club below. The floor of the office was about ten feet above the main floor of the room whilst the main stage was on the other side of the room, about three feet higher.
“Sorry about that. Would you like a drink?”
She hadn’t realized that Phil had finished his conversation and was studying her, watching her reaction to the scene on the other side of the window.
“Yes, please.”
Phil picked up the phone again and spoke quietly into it. A couple of minutes or so later there was a light tap on the door and a waitress walked in carrying a tray containing two glasses and a bottle of chilled champagne. Lizzie couldn’t help staring. The waitress looked quite young and was very pretty. She was wearing a fantasy parody of a maid’s costume. The lace skirt just about covered the cheeks of her ass and as she bent to place the tray on the table the skirt rose to reveal she was knicker less underneath. Having spent a good part of the day in that condition herself, although in a slightly longer skirt, she was quite surprised she found it quite a hot look.
As the young girl turned to leave, Lizzie got a good look at the front of the costume. The girl’s chest was covered, but only barely. The entire front of the costume down to waist level was a fine black mesh that left nothing to the imagination. She smiled at Lizzie and left. Phil had noticed how Lizzie had stayed well back from the window and, as he handed her the glass of champagne, he leaned down and spoke softly in her ear.
“There’s no chance of people seeing you, it’s one-way glass. Go on, get a good view, the next dancer is about to start her routine.”
Her natural curiosity about such a place—well, she reasoned, all good girls wanted to know what the inside of one of these places was like—together with his reassurance led her to take his proffered hand and go and stand in front of the window. He pressed a remote control button and the sounds of the club came through much clearer from the strategically placed speakers in the ceiling above the window.
The music became an incessant throbbing.
“Please put your hands together and welcome our resident naughty office girl, Sasha!”
The MC introduced the next act, the curtain parted at the back and a brassy looking blonde strode out onto the stage. Her clothing looked conservative at this point, a straight forward demure looking grey business suit over a white blouse but Lizzie surmised that would change in fairly short order.
The club was only about one third full and most of the men now crowded around the stage and runway area. She could hear their shouts of encouragement and realized they were partly incoherent and mostly crude.
The girl on the stage ignored them and continued to parade around the stage although, as time went on, there was more and more wiggle in her movements.
Phil had moved to stand behind her and one arm was casually draped around her waist as the other held his champagne glass. Lizzie, knowing she couldn’t be seen, felt comfortable and continued to watch the show. There was something deliciously salacious about sipping champagne and watching a stripper perform. The slight shiver that ran down her spine did not go unnoticed by Phil.
On stage Sasha was beginning her act. The jacket buttons were now undone and she was holding it closed with one hand to tease the crowd.
“She’s got quite an old-fashioned act but the punters seem to enjoy it.” He whispered the comment in her ear. “What do you mean—old-fashioned?”
“Most acts don’t start with so many clothes, modern dancers tend to start at the underwear stage and peel off very quickly. Sasha starts with more and teases more, that’s why it’s old-fashioned. She’s the only dancer here who wears stockings.”
As he mentioned the stockings, his hand dropped to the top of her thigh and began caressing her leg, rubbing at precisely the point where her own stocking top was. As she continued to watch the gyrating performer on the stage, whose jacket was now lying at the back of the stage, Phil’s pressure on her leg increased. He now put down his glass and moved in close behind her. His other hand began to massage her other leg at the same height and she realized that he was slowly and very deliberately raising the hem slightly each time.
“Watch their reaction now.”
On stage Sasha had turned around with her back to the audience and, still swaying seductively to the beat of the music, was lowering the zip on her skirt. Lizzie bit her lip as she felt Phil’s fingertips now reaching the raised hem of her dress and beginning to caress her stocking clad legs. She had expected this evening to end with him taking her bu
t had not expected to be made love to whilst watching fifty men watch another woman remove her clothes for money. Phil’s hands now left her legs but his groin pressed up against her buttocks prevented the skirt from falling back to its correct place. They moved to her neck and caressed her for a second whilst, on stage, Sasha allowed the loose skirt to fall to the floor, revealing her hold-up stockings and her black panties peeping out from below the tails of the blouse.
Phil now undid the catch at the top of the zip and slowly pulled the zip down her back. Lizzie shuddered in anticipation and allowed him to push the straps of the dress from her shoulders. The loose material caught on her bust line and he eased his hands around to both lift it clear and let it fall and also to caress her breasts.
Her strapless push-up bra fastened at the front and he found the clasp with his nimble fingers very quickly. On stage Sasha had now shed her blouse and finally turned back to face the audience. Lizzie sucked in her breath as she saw what Sasha was now wearing. The bra and panties had looked quite demure from behind but the roar as Sasha turned to face the audience confirmed the appeal the front view held for them. The bra was of the cut-out variety and Sasha’s nipples protruded through the holes. The panties were crotchless in front and the dancer’s naked, clean-shaven pussy was completely visible. Lizzie’s own bra fell to the floor as Phil now continued to caress the exposed nipples of her own sumptuous breasts. Sasha’s bra also hit the floor to the catcalls and whistles of the audience.
As Phil leaned back to allow her dress to fall all the way to the floor his hands came up to the waistband of her panties. As he slowly pulled them down, she realized he was timing the revelation of her body to his eyes with that of Sasha’s to everyone else. To appear on stage and strip had never even occurred to her as a fantasy but the circumstances almost dictated that these thoughts now flashed through her mind. She closed her eyes and listened intently to the calls and whistles from the audience and imagined they were for her. She allowed her legs to part after kicking one foot free of the tangle of clothes and was rewarded by the feel of Phil’s fingers stroking her pussy. Her reverie continued as she felt him press up against her and she could do nothing other than lean forward into the glass. Her arms splayed out to the sides to support her weight as her breasts squashed up against the window.
If the glass had not had a mirrored finish from the other side, her body mashed up against the glass, clothed only in stockings and heels, would have been an obscene sight. She moved her ass back a little to provide better access for Phil and she felt him slide home into her as Sasha completed her act and left the stage.
She looked down through lust-unfocused eyes at the crowd below as the scantily clad waitresses went among the punters fetching and carrying drinks. She noticed that many of the men present were groping at the waitresses as they passed and realized that the uniform also quite deliberately provided these tantalizing opportunities. As her passion mounted Phil began to whisper in her ear.
“Imagine being here naked, being fucked like this. Imagine the glass was clear and they could all see you. Imagine that on stage, whilst this was happening, your two friends were stripping and seducing each other for the delectation of my punters.”
The lewd images conjured up by his words threw her over the top into her most intense orgasm of the day. The muscles of her pussy throbbed around his hard dick and took him all the way, too. If he hadn’t been holding her tight against the glass her shaky legs would not have supported her and she would have fallen. A minute or so later he allowed her to collapse back into the chair.
Chapter 33
Phil had escorted her back to the door of the house and had kissed her passionately on the step before saying goodnight until tomorrow.
When she got in she found the hall light on and, creeping upstairs, saw Carrie’s door open. Inside, stretched out on the bed, still wearing her robe but now undone revealing her full naked length, was Susie, fast asleep. Carrie was curled up in the crook of Susie’s arm, also asleep and also buck naked.
Lizzie raised her eyebrow, she knew Carrie had been upset over the double fuck she had been subjected to and assumed that Susie had comforted their friend. She was too tired to speculate on how that comforting had taken place and quietly switched the light off before finding her own bed.
The following morning Lizzie was still trying to puzzle out where her relationship with Phil was going. The night before might have ended with an unconventional bang but he had still behaved like a perfect gentleman before that, and he had taken the time to ensure she was satisfied, similarly the previous lunchtime. Yet, in between, he had ordered her and her friends about as if they had been so much meat and, indeed, had done one of them himself.
Carrie had been more her normal self this morning and Susie had had a quiet smile on her lips as she had winked at Lizzie behind Carrie’s back.
The morning went fast, mainly because Phil was elsewhere and Lizzie had a steady stream of tenants to deal with. The closure of the pharmaceutical plant had hit the town hard—not just the three friends but also several of Phil’s tenants were now struggling. Phil came in with a bag of sandwiches at lunchtime and they chatted like any other intimate working couple over them. When he drew the blinds and checked that the door was locked, she was pretty certain what was coming next and, not really feeling the need to object, stood up and met him in the middle of the floor. They embraced and, as their eyes met, he leaned forward and kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as his hands began to roam over the now familiar territory of her body. She melted into him as she felt him loosen the zip on her skirt and reached up inside the back of the blouse to unhook the bra. She stepped back from him slightly and allowed the skirt to fall before pushing her panties down to join it on the floor.
She stepped back to him and this time only wrapped one hand around his neck as they kissed, using the other to fondle and rub the rapidly expanding hard object in his trousers. As her fingers found the zip of his fly, he guided her back to slip gently onto the floor on top of the minimal cushioning provided by her skirt. Her legs fell open without prompting and, as she freed his dick from his trousers, she guided him to the entrance of her pussy. He took his weight on his hands and thrust it slowly forward entering her with one easy motion. She reached her hands between them and undid the buttons on her blouse as her hips rose in time with his thrusts into her. She spread the blouse open exposing her breasts, and stretched her arms out above her head to bring them as close to his willing mouth as she could. Obligingly, he bent and took one of the exposed nubs into his warm mouth.
Her back arched and, as she floated into an orgasm, she wondered how it was possible for this man to wring such responses from her body when it had taken much longer with previous lovers.
Phil was by no way finished with her; he was not even close at this point. He stopped thrusting for a moment and then rolled them over so that she was on top, leaving his penis still embedded in her. Immediately understanding his needs, she disengaged and, bringing her knees up to his flanks, repositioned herself and reinserted him with a smooth movement that ensured the passion didn’t cool.
As she sat up, leaning her hands on his chest for balance, his upward thrusts were now met by her downward ones. She sat all the way back and shrugged the confines of the blouse and opened bra, leaving her naked to his view. He reached up with his hands to cup her breasts and she brought hers in to cup his hands and force him to squeeze her nipples even harder.
The tempo of their thrusts increased and the moment of truth was near. She tried to maintain the tempo at his pace and dropped one hand down to massage her clit, trying to ensure that they came together.
A couple of minutes later she felt the surge as he ejaculated deep inside her and the sensation pushed her into her second orgasm of the love-making.
She lay on top of him and they cuddled as she felt his penis softening inside her. Despite the fact that it was an office flo
or, neither wanted to get up too quickly. The sound of someone rattling the door handle jerked them back to reality.
Lizzie gathered up her clothes and disappeared in the direction of the toilet to sort herself out whilst Phil adjusted his clothing and prepared to deal with their first visitor of the afternoon.
Chapter 34
That evening the girls had an evening off as Phil was needed at the club so they sat and talked. Carrie had recovered somewhat but Susie felt that she was still somewhat fragile mentally. The following day, Phil had set them up for a ball gown shoot that evening so Lizzie was given the afternoon off to spend with her friends in the beauty parlor where they were given the full royal treatment.
With their hair up, the girls had to wait in the back of the parlor for a huge shower to pass before making the dash to the back door of the studio, wearing their toweling robes over their underwear. As a result, by the time all three had dressed in the selected gowns, it was nearly six o’clock before Phil could start the shoot. Andy was again absent and Carrie, in particular, was quite pleased about this.
This time Phil was using a more theatrical layout, with a green base cloth and a blue cloudy sky backdrop together with some strategically placed potted plants and a wooden arch—cheesy but effective for framing the girls. They looked stunning; each ball gown, selected by Phil and rented for the occasion, fitted them perfectly. The flowing skirts covered several layers of built-in petticoats and Lizzie’s red gown was slit down the front, revealing her cleavage, and the bare back was cut so low that you could see the gentle swelling of the top of her buttocks. The other two’s dresses were of a different style, to compliment their taller, slimmer figures and both were also backless.
“Right, girls. Stand together in front of the arch, please—Lizzie in the middle. Good. Sorry, Carrie and Susie swap sides, please. Good. Now, Lizzie turn partially toward Carrie and Carrie turn toward Lizzie. Good. A little more Lizzie, a little less Carrie. Excellent. Now, Susie turn toward Lizzie. Good.”