by Bridy McAvoy
“If you are going to continue being rude…”
He laughed and held his hands up in mock surrender.
“Nah, just pulling your chain, ladies. Phil asked me to drop by to check how you were doing and make sure both he and I were happy with your prioritization process.”
His eyes were sweeping across the board as he spoke, taking in their hard work so far.
“Yep, I can honestly say they are just about right. Personally, I would have put the new school above the new police station downtown but I’m not going to complain. We really need that station, and how.”
He got to his feet and walked over to the board.
“One thing, though. The police overtime rationalization is a biggie. I know it’s a budget thing but my people won’t like you giving it too high a priority. Not this side of Christmas, so I’d down-grade that a bit if I was you. Everything else looks fine.”
He continued to look at the board for a couple of minutes, as if committing it to memory, and then he swung round to Carol.
“This is good work. I’m impressed by all of you. One word, though. Have young Vicki commit this to paper by tonight and clean the board off afterward. Can’t go leaving it there for the cleaners to read. Okay?”
The three nodded their heads, a good point they hadn’t thought about.
“Now, one last thing before I go.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, dress code inspection, ladies, and then I’ll see you down in the rec room tonight.”
He smiled at them.
“Jackets off, ladies, and then the skirts.”
Chapter 7
As the three rode down in the lift in silence, Carol could see her own nervousness mirrored in the other two’s faces. Mind you she could also see the glitter in their eyes of suppressed excitement, realizing she too felt the same way. The executive recreation club, informally known as the rec room, was accessed through a card access only nondescript-looking door on the level immediately above the parking garage.
The door clicked open immediately and the three walked in. The room inside was very opulently furnished, several sets of deep armchairs and couches surrounding large sturdy low tables. There were a couple of pool tables along one wall and a casino style card table, complete with space for a dealer along the next one. The highly polished bar in the corner looked well stocked but there was no staff in attendance. The opposite corner contained a small raised area like a stage.
John jumped to his feet from where he had been sitting talking to one of the other executives, a beaming smile plastered over his face.
“What can I get you, ladies? To drink, that is?”
There were about six other men there, five of whom had been on the weekend retreat and a newer guy they had been introduced to earlier in the week, Frank, who had taken over James’ old role.
“White wines, please.”
There was a scraping of chair legs as the furniture was quickly rearranged into a large circle with two of the tables pushed together in the middle.
Frank invited them to sit and they were quickly found places on the couches rather than the chairs, so that one of the men could sit next to them. Carol compressed her lips in a frown at this and then mentally shrugged and smiled back at Frank who had sat down next to her. John reappeared with the drinks and sat down next to Rebecca, leaving Steve sitting with Susie, and three others sitting in the single chairs spaced between them. Effectively, each woman had a man sitting either side of her.
After a few pleasantries the men got down to business, asking them how they were settling in and discussing the various projects the girls were involved in. The three of them quickly realized the rec room was regarded as much as a talking shop as a place to relax and the Carol could see the other two begin to relax. Phil had previously told them there were no secrets in the rec room, and the detail being discussed merely confirmed that, although these men enjoyed the company of the three beautiful women, they were passionately interested in their work, too.
About three quarters of an hour later, Phil bustled in through the door, waved John, obviously the duty barman, back into his seat and served himself a scotch.
He turned back to them and saluted them with his glass, only speaking after taking a large sip.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Mind you it’s a long time since we had ladies present, is it not?”
A polite wave of chuckles filled the room.
“For our entertainment tonight, I have a very special treat for you. Our three ladies here have a new secretary and I’m told that Vicki is actually a very talented singer. She has graciously accepted my invitation to entertain us tonight and has been busily getting ready. So, without further ado, I’m going to crank up the music system and introduce you to the stunning, the one and only… Vicki.”
The men all burst into applause and Carol and the other two joined in. Something about the way the men were grinning at each other told her that not everything was as it seemed.
Phil, meanwhile, had moved over to a DJ setup just to the side of the stage which obviously had controls for lights as well as music. The main lights dimmed and those over the stage brightened. A small door at the back of the stage opened and a very nervous Vicki stepped through to further applause.
Carol gasped at the transformation in the younger woman. Gone was the severe office blouse and skirt she had worn, the tightly pulled back ponytail. Now her hair was teased and flowing around her shoulders, her makeup fairly heavy but tasteful. Her outfit was the biggest change though. She now wore a very slinky red cocktail dress, spaghetti straps and a deep v in the front that showed off a fairly generous cleavage for her age and build. The outfit was completed by matching red velvet gloves and what had to be red fishnet stockings on her legs.
Phil immediately started some music and handed Vicki a wireless microphone. She seemed to grow in confidence as she moved to the center of the stage and waited for her moment to cut into the song. Carol thought she was very brave to tackle Whitney’s theme from The Bodyguard but assumed the girl knew what she was doing.
Three bars later, as Vicki started to sing, she realized it was a bad assumption. She wasn’t just bad, she was awful. Not merely bad, shockingly so—as a result, two bars later, Phil cut the music.
“Is there a problem, Vicki?”
“Sorry, I’m not used to the equipment here. Could we start again?”
“Of course.”
Phil started the music from the beginning again and this time Vicki missed her cue, started two beats late and stopped in confusion. There were gentle chuckles from the men around her and Carol felt Frank gently rest his hand on her knee.
“One more try, Vicki?”
“Yes, please.”
At the third attempt, Vicki was actually a lot better but, as soon as the melody soared into the trademark high notes, she couldn’t go with it, eventually stopping and shaking her head.
“Oh dear, Vicki.”
“I’m sorry, I thought I could do this.”
“I’m sorry, too, Vicki, because this gives me a problem, you see.”
Carol felt Frank’s hand tighten on her knee and start to slip upward imperceptibly slowly. She glanced to the side to see John was doing something similar to Rebecca, although Steve hadn’t touched Susie as yet. There was definitely something going on here.
“Yes, you see, Vicki, these men are important men here in City Hall. You know that, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“And I promised them some top notch entertainment tonight and now they are going to be disappointed, aren’t they?”
Vicki hung her head but Carol could see she was glancing out at the dimly-lit audience and licking her lips.
“So, can you tell jokes? Recite poetry? Do a monolog?”
Vicki shook her head no to each and every suggestion Phil came up with. Finally, she smiled at him.
“I can dance.”
“You can dance?”
“Uh-uh!”
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“What sort of dancing, Vicki? Ballet?”
There was a chorus of chuckles and Frank took that moment to slide his hand higher until it was just at the hemline of Carol’s skirt. She crossed her legs, away from him, providing him with access to her thigh, which he immediately took full advantage of, running his hand up and down the smooth skin above her stocking top.
“No, disco.”
“So, you could entertain my friends, very powerful people, including your bosses, by disco dancing?”
“Well… If you put it like that it does sound kind of silly, doesn’t it?”
Vicki giggled but Phil moved straight on.
“How about you dancing to this music, though?”
The first few bars of the music crashed through the speakers and everyone, including Vicki, recognized the tune immediately. It was The Stripper. Vicki’s hands flew to her face in shock whilst the men watching roared their approval.
“I can’t dance to that.”
“Why not, it’s music and you can see my powerful friends think it’s a great idea.”
“You mean… you mean, take my clothes off to it?”
Phil laughed.
“That’s what its title implies, don’t you think?”
Vicki nodded, but her eyes betrayed her real thoughts here and, as he started the music playing again, there was a discernable sway to her hips.
Chapter 8
Phil moved away from the stage and brought one of the chairs near the group, the rest of them shuffling their seats so they could watch the young woman on stage who was acting nervous but, to Carol’s eyes, clearly wasn’t.
“Any time you’re ready, Vicki?”
The unattached men began a soft handclap in time to the music. The three sitting on the couches were unable to join in, one hand being occupied on the leg, or legs, of their companions. Carol had made no move to stop Frank’s depredations on her body and knew, from occasional glances, that her two friends were being treated by the men next to them in exactly the same way. Phil caught her eye and winked at her before turning his attention back to the stage.
Vicki was now moving very seductively to the music, her hips swaying from side to side, and from front to back as well, in a very traditional bump and grind movement. She’d put the microphone in its stand at one side of the stage and was undulating in slow circles on the stage. Carol’s breath caught in her throat—the girl was actually very good and she realized the performance was already starting to have an effect. Not just on herself, but on everyone there. She could see Susie leaning forward as were several of the men.
After a couple of minutes, Vicki danced over to the microphone.
“What do you think I should take off?”
There was a roar of approval and the men all began to chant.
“Dress… dress… dress.”
Vicki smiled and moved back toward the center of the stage, twirling around to face away from them.
Her still-gloved hands came round behind her back and met at the top of the zip between her shoulder blades. Her hips still swaying, the young woman slowly pulled the zip down, revealing a widening v of her back and the black strap of her bra. Finally, her hands reached the swell of her ass and she brought them back round in front of her. Vicki turned round to face the audience, crossing her hands in front of her chest to grasp the shoulder straps of her dress, and then leaned forward, shaking her breasts at the audience. Another roar of approval greeted this sight and Vicki smiled in appreciation before flicking the straps clear of her shoulders.
She clutched the dress to her chest as if to preserve her modesty, and cocked an eyebrow at the men as if to ask a question.
“Off… off… off.”
Immediately she let go of the dress which tumbled down to hang on her hips. As Carol had guessed, the slimmer woman was wearing a strapless push-up silk bra, black in color, which contrasted nicely with her lightly tanned skin. Vicki took hold of the loose fold of material around her waist, wiggling it down past her hips to expose the matching black silk of her panties and the elastic tops of her red fishnet hold-ups.
Carol gasped as she felt Frank’s hand begin to massage the top of her thigh adjacent to her panty-covered pussy, and he used his fingers to indicate to her to open her legs. She knew he wanted to touch her pussy, and the heat of watching the woman performing was increasing her own desire. She uncrossed her legs, allowing her knees to fall about a foot apart, providing him with the desired access. Immediately his hand moved to the front of her knickers, caressing her mound just above her pussy.
Vicki had returned to the microphone after kicking the dress to one side.
“Now what.”
“Bra… Take the bra off.”
She strutted back to center stage still thrusting her hips around in a slow circle and again took up position with her back to the audience. Her hands rose to the small of her back and she deftly unclipped the bra before returning her hands to a position in front of her. When she turned to face the audience, one arm mashed her now naked breasts to her chest and the other dangled the bra from an outstretched finger.
She twirled the bra absently for a moment before dropping it, and moving her hands to cup her breasts one in each hand. Carol was certain that the girl was about to reveal her breasts to the audience but, instead, she moved over to the microphone again. At that moment, Frank slid his fingertips under the elastic of her knicker leg and began to move them along one lip of her now wet pussy. It took all her willpower not to groan out loud from the pleasure the contact was generating. Vicki called out plaintively from the microphone.
“I can’t go on.”
“Why not?”
Phil responded in what was obviously a choreographed maneuver.
“I can’t remove my panties without showing my titties.”
“Do you need some help?”
Vicki nodded and Phil looked round at the audience. All the men looked eager but Phil had obviously cooked up something different.
“Carol, would you go and help her, please.”
At that moment Frank had inserted a finger into her as far as the first knuckle and she was herself beginning to writhe in small circles, keeping perfect time with Vicki’s churning hips on stage.
“Sorry… what?”
Carol blushed to cover her confusion, but Phil patiently repeated himself.
“I’m sorry to tear you away from Frank’s tender clutches but will you go and help Vicki, please.”
“Oh… um… okay.”
She looked at Frank and shrugged. He didn’t seem too disappointed as he removed his fingers from her crotch and she stood up, smoothing the skirt back into place. Her legs weren’t perfectly steady as she walked the short distance over to the small stage. Carol climbed the two steps at the side to join Vicki who now stood in the center of the stage waiting for her.
Vicki smiled at her, the partially-clothed woman still swaying her body to the beat of the music Phil had looped.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked Vicki.
“Kneel in the middle of the stage and I’m going to face you. When I say, pull my panties slowly down.”
“Okay?”
The roles were reversed here, the secretary giving orders to her boss. Vicki’s eyes were shining with suppressed excitement and Carol could smell the other woman’s arousal. She had suspected the shy act had been a fake and she’d now had that confirmed. Obediently, she knelt as instructed and waited while Vicki danced around her before coming to a halt standing between her and the audience. Vicki’s hips continued to undulate and Carol watched the ass move in front of her from very close up.
Finally, she turned around to face Carol and the kneeling woman realized Vicki had been covering her breasts with her hands the whole time, really putting the tease into striptease.
“Reach up to the sides and pull them down slowly.”
Vicki’s instruction was whispered and Carol did exactly as she was told. When her fingertips appe
ared at the waistband and the men could see she was going to do it, they roared out their approval and the chanting began again.
“Down… down… down”
Carol could swear she could hear two female voices among the chant, realizing her friends wanted her to remove them as well. Vicki smiled down at her and winked and, having hooked the elastic, she began to lower her hands down the outside of Vicki’s legs. The silk went slack and then began to draw away from the skin. At the back she could tell by the shouts from the audience, more and more of the other woman’s ass was being revealed. In front the top of Vicki’s closely trimmed pubic hair came into view and, after another couple of seconds, the garment was sliding down her legs.
The secretary had a small landing strip of hair on the upper edge of her mound. From about an inch above the tip of the slit she was shaved bald. The smell of Vicki’s arousal wafted ever more powerfully across her nostrils as she had to bend forward to draw the panties all the way down. Vicki quickly shuffled her feet out of them and looked back over her shoulder.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Turn around and show us your muff!”
Carol thought it was John’s voice calling out but wasn’t sure.
“I can’t do that, you’ll see too much!”
“Carol will help, won’t you?”
Resignedly, Carol climbed to her feet and stood facing Vicki, looking past Vicki to see the audience watching attentively.
“How do you want to do this?”
“Step round behind me and then cover my privates with both hands. We’ll turn around together.”
A few seconds later, Carol was again facing the audience, this time with a naked Vicki in her arms. Vicki’s red gloved hands were still fastened to her breasts, while Carol’s were cupping Vicki’s sex. Suddenly the music stopped and Phil, obviously manipulating a remote control, started a drum roll.
“Counting from three, remove your hands.”
Carol whispered “Okay.”