by Bridy McAvoy
“Three… Two… One… Now”
The drum roll reached a crescendo and Carol whipped her hands away to the side. Simultaneously, Vicki removed her hands and entwined them above her head. She was now fully exposed to the watching audience and they loved it, clapping and cheering and stamping their feet. Carol tried to let the girl have her well-earned moment of glory but Phil jumped up and moved to intercept her at the steps from the stage. He motioned her to stay on the stage and grabbed the microphone from its stand.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we don’t want the act to stop there, do we?”
There was a roar from the watching men.
Chapter 9
“I think it’s only fair that if one of the women on stage is naked and showing us her body then the other one should do too, don’t you?”
Another cheer rose from the watching audience.
“But the problem is, gentlemen, that Vicki is a much better dancer than Carol is.”
Carol opened her mouth to protest but knew it would be in vain so closed it again. Phil stood and appeared to think for a moment. Vicki went over to the edge of the stage and bent down, quite deliberately with her ass pointing at Carol so Carol could see her moist slit clearly, and whispered to Phil. Phil grinned.
“So, why don’t we let Vicki take Carol’s clothes off for her instead?”
There was another roar of approval and Phil returned to his seat. He flicked a button on the remote control and a gentle romantic ballad began to play as Vicki, naked except for the gloves, heels and stockings, walked seductively across the stage to stand in front of Carol.
Vicki smiled at Carol, who frowned accusingly at her before whispering, “This was a setup, wasn’t it?”
Vicki still had her back to the audience and merely winked at her in confirmation. She walked behind Carol and, reaching around her, wrapped her arms around her waist. Pressing her naked body against Carol’s back she whispered in turn, “Sway your hips to the music.”
“Sway your hips to the music.”
Carol began to follow the command as Vicki’s red-gloved hands rose gracefully to unfasten the suit jacket she was wearing. As John had verified earlier, her pale translucent lemon blouse was worn over a black bra and, as Vicki opened the jacket to expose this, there was a series of whoops from the watching men. A moment later, Vicki slid the jacket clear of the other woman’s arms and tossed it to one side. The younger woman leaned closer to Carol and began to kiss her neck, brushing her lips over the exposed skin, making Carol catch her breath at the sensuous touch.
Vicki’s hands now moved to the row of buttons on Carol’s blouse which were popped open one by one to reveal the center black lace bra against her naked skin and cleavage. Carol expected Vicki to complete the removal of her blouse but, instead, her hands dropped to the rear zip of the tight mini skirt. The touch of Vicki’s lips on her neck was maddening to her, slowly driving her wild with desire as the other woman continued to strip her clothes away.
Finally, the skirt was completely undone and Vicki began to pull it down past her hips and onto her thighs. Momentary panic seared through Carol as she realized Vicki had caught her panties in the process and was dragging them down too. She thought it was accidental until Vicki murmured shh against her skin, confirming it was, in fact, deliberate. A couple of seconds later it was too late as the skirt and panties combined to slither down her nylon-covered legs. The men went wild, thinking she had been knicker-less all this time, although both John and Frank had already known she had been wearing a pair.
She knew she small patch of pubic hair would be fully visible, especially with Vicki holding the tails of her blouse to one side. Finally, Vicki let them go and Carol waited for her to pull the blouse off her shoulders but she had other ideas. Carol felt a slight touch in the small of her back and then the scrap of lace holding her breasts was suddenly loose. Vicki had undone the bra instead. Two small female hands clad in red velvet crept around to Carol’s chest and slowly pulled the blouse apart, simultaneously pushing the bra up and over her breasts. Carol’s nipples were fully hard and Vicki’s fingers grabbed them and pinched hard, eliciting a load moan from her.
Finally, Vicki allowed Carol to shrug the blouse down her back and then the bra off down her arms to stand naked in front of the audience except for her stockings and heels. There was a huge round of applause and then Phil was standing at the foot of the stairs gesturing for Carol to descend back to floor level.
She looked back forlornly at her clothes but there was nothing she could do, so meekly took his hand and allowed him to lead her back to her seat. As soon as she was seated, Frank’s hand descended onto her thigh and he half turned to look at her again. Resignedly she smiled at him, and allowed her knees to part slightly allowing him access to her loins. Meanwhile, Phil had picked up the remote control for the music system and flicked it back to the opening Whitney song. Vicki, still naked, had retrieved the microphone and this time, completely in tune and on cue, launched into a perfect rendition of the song. As the dying notes faded from the performance and the other men clapped and cheered such a bravura show, Carol found herself brought to orgasm on Frank’s fingers.
As she moaned out her passion, the other men turned to watch, except for the two occupied with her friends. A couple of minutes later, a still fully dressed Rebecca began to moan as John brought her to the brink. Both Carol and Rebecca lay there panting as they recovered from their respective orgasms and a load wail split the air as Susie was finally satisfied by Steve.
There was a kind of slurping moaning noise from the speaker system and all eyes in the room snapped back to the stage area. Vicki was on her knees as Phil pounded his prick in and out of the excited girl’s mouth. He was holding the microphone close to the action, hence the sound effects that could be heard as Vicki tried to moan out her passion around the cock in her mouth.
It wasn’t long before Phil deposited his load on her face and she sat back.
As the men began to get up to leave, Carol was finally allowed to return to the stage area to retrieve her clothes. She was about to pick her bra up when Vicki spoke from the corner where she was struggling into her own dress.
“I wouldn’t put that on if I was you.”
“Oh?”
“I needed to grab something quickly to wipe my face—your bra was the first thing I found. Sorry, but he’d sprayed over my eyes so I couldn’t see what I was grabbing.”
Phil came up behind her.
“That’s okay, Vicki, she loves the feel on her skin, and she’ll be more than happy to put it on, won’t you?”
Carol sighed.
“I suppose so.”
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The next day was Friday and their day off and the three gathered with Lizzie in her kitchen for coffee.
“So, how was the first week?” Lizzie asked smiling brightly at the three of them.
“Phil told me about last night in the club. How did you find it, Carol?”
“It was okay, I guess.”
“Only okay?”
“Well, I enjoyed it after I got over the shock of seeing Vicki there and behaving like that. I don’t know how I’ll face her on Monday morning.”
The others giggled at the thought but both Rebecca and Susie quickly sobered at the realization that their secretary had become part of Phil’s sexual menagerie, too. Lizzie spotted the looks of concern and quickly moved to reassure them.
“Don’t worry about it. Vicki will only be involved in special occasions or in the rec room. She enjoys what she does and what you saw is her stage act down at the Perfect Pussy.”
“You mean she does that professionally?”
“Yes. Well apart from blowing the mayor. She works there three nights a week. In fact, if you wanted, we could go and watch her perform that routine in front of a couple hundred men tonight. Do you fancy that?”
Rebecca and Carol quickly shook their heads but Susie seemed intrigued rather than put off. Lizzie laughed.
“Onl
y joking. If we went there, at least one of us would be on stage with absolutely nothing on and although Susie might be ready for that, I don’t think the rest of us are, including me.”
Susie laughed but Carol could sense the cogs whirring behind those expressive eyes and knew that the tall blonde was definitely interested in the idea.
“Still, what do you think of the work?”
“You asking about the work or the, shall we say, extracurricular activities?”
Lizzie laughed at Rebecca’s questions.
“I like that term, extracurricular—still, I was asking about the work.”
“It’s certainly quite challenging, isn’t it?”
Lizzie nodded.
“Oh, yeah, Phil has real plans for this city and what you are doing for him is important. You’ll probably find the extra activities will die down after a while. Still, I’m sure you could cope with that.”
“Oh, Lizzie, don’t spoil it, the extracurricular is the bit that’s the most fun.”
Carol laughed with the others at Susie’s sally but inside she knew that the other woman was serious. After a moment, she nodded to herself as she realized she was in full agreement with her blonde neighbor.
“I know.”
Lizzie sounded almost wistful and the others looked at her.
“What?… Oh, well, to be honest, it is a bit lonely around here these days. Phil has so much more to do as mayor rather than deputy and you’re all gone. I don’t get the chance to play with my friends anymore.”
Her laugh and the sparkle in her eyes showed she was at least half kidding them.
“Why don’t you join us?”
Lizzie shook her head.
“Unfortunately, the other guys are all uncomfortable about involving the mayor’s wife so I have to maintain a distance from the fun and games you all enjoy. Still, I’m sure I can drop in for the occasional visit, after all.”
“Oh, Phil told me to give you all a message.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, the next time you are going to the rec room please take a change of clothes with you, cocktail dresses rather than your work clothes. Change in the rest room before you go down there.”
Both Carol and Rebecca finished their coffees and made their excuses. As they were leaving, Carol saw Susie running her foot up the inside of Lizzie’s calf under the table. Lizzie was smiling at her long-term friend. Carol ushered Rebecca out of the door and closed it firmly behind her.
* * * *
Although they had all been assigned car park spaces, the three of them had decided to car pool to begin with, and it was Rebecca’s turn to drive this week. So they arrived together and Carol in particular was apprehensive about seeing their secretary Vicki after the evening in the rec room. Vicki greeted them with a beaming smile.
“Good morning, ladies. There’s a tray of coffee on the table for you and you have a visitor. He’s waiting inside for you.”
That was odd since protocol dictated no one would be allowed into their office in this way but Susie appeared unconcerned and opened the door. They had a visitor all right, the one man who could ignore protocol, especially with the three of them.
“Good morning, ladies, please excuse the interruption.” said Phil beaming broadly from where he was sitting on the couch, and waving the three of them to seats in their own meeting room.
“Hi, Phil. What gives?” Susie replied brightly, and promptly took the seat next to him, her actions forcing the other two to sit opposite him. As Carol watch the blonde woman sit close to Phil, she realized for the first time that, as you sat back on the couch, your knees were raised compared to your butt. As a result, when Susie crossed her legs, Carol could clearly see her stocking tops. Looking up she caught Phil watching her and he winked at her. This told her more clearly than with words that not only was that what he wanted when furnishing the room, but she too was expected to cross her legs. She did so and smiled as she watched his eyes drop to take in her exposed thigh. After a moment the penny dropped for Rebecca as well and she followed suit, providing Phil with the view he was after.
“I wanted to see how the three of you had settled in and how the workload is sharing out? Are you all comfortable with your roles within the team and do you feel happy to continue?”
Carol realized that sure, they were flashing him at his own request, but he was here for business. The conversation that followed was stimulating as Phil tested each of them on their depth and breadth of their understanding of their brief. By the time it was done Phil was smiling and Carol, at least, was glad of the two cups of coffee. As Phil leaned back satisfied with their answers Carol excused herself to pay a call of nature and, when she came back, Phil stood up, the other two women following suit.
“Would you mind if we moved this into your office, Carol?”
“Sure, why not?”
She led them into her large corner office and Phil moved to the large window on the side of the building that looked straight out on the downtown mall. He beckoned Carol to join him and she slowly crossed the room to stand beside her.
“Look at them all, Carol. Everyone one down there is dependent on our ability to run this city effectively. Every single one of them needs you to do your job properly.”
She felt rather than heard the other two women move across to stand next to them but continued to look out of the window. There was a nagging suspicion about what Phil planned next, but she was quite sure it had nothing to do with work. She was surprised when he backed away, leaving the three of them standing there with her in the middle.
“You know, Rebecca. Susie, your friend here, has a very special fantasy. She loves to be made love to against a window where people can look in and see, don’t you, Carol?”
Knowing she had no escape route, Carol bit her lip and nodded.
“Of course, the windows here are silvered so people can’t see in, but there again it is a fantasy so that shouldn’t matter, should it? So why don’t the two of you go ahead and realize Carol’s fantasy for her. Right here, right now.”
Phil laughed and, as the two women moved closer to her, Carol finally realized Phil must have set this up whilst she’d been in the ladies room. She felt a tiny, feminine hand, in the small of her back which exerted enough pressure to press her closer to the glass and, knowing what was required, allowed her friend to push her right into the window.
She looked back over her shoulder to see Phil had taken one of the chairs from in front of the desk and was now sitting in the middle of the room, happily taking a ringside seat to the action that was about to unfold.
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The hand in the middle of Carol’s back was joined by another one, the women on either side of her now turning to face her. Susie’s free hand dropped to gently caress Carol’s butt whilst Rebecca’s rose to similarly caress the side of her face. Carol took the hint, turning her head to look at Rebecca who promptly leaned in to kiss her on the lips. Resigned to the situation now, knowing the man in charge had given his instructions, all Carol could do was go with the flow. So, as the pressure from Rebecca’s constantly moving lips increased, Carol gave in and kissed her back.
She could feel her skirt being gradually worked higher by the blonde on her right, exposing the backs of her stocking-clad legs to Phil’s eyes. A slight draught confirmed when she had worked the skirt high enough to begin to reveal the bare skin above the stockings. Her body was reacting of its own accord to the stimuli her friends were providing and her breathing deepened, becoming heavier by the minute. Rebecca finally broke the kiss and the other woman’s eyes conveyed a ‘turn your head around’ message to Carol. When she did so her lips were met by Susie’s whose probing kiss was even more passionate than Rebecca’s had been.
Rebecca’s free hand now wormed between Carol’s clothed belly and the window glass, tickling her slightly, just enough to make her pull back, providing access. Her jacket was fastened by only one button, low down, and this was easily flicked undone. The ha
nds pressing her flat were withdrawn and she eased her body back from the glass, allowing them to draw the jacket off her shoulders and away. She had chosen the third type of dress code today and was wearing merely a lace camisole top under the jacket. The lace was thin enough to show a lot of flesh through it and Carol knew, if she looked down, her nipples would be protruding in an obscene fashion, pushing against the scanty material.
“Put your arms above your head, honey.”
Susie had broken the kiss and was now nuzzling her neck. She tried to watch Phil in the reflection from the window but the angle was wrong. Carol knew she would be topless before much longer and shivered at the thought. Her attention was caught by movement in the plaza below and, as she lifted her hands above her head, she started watching the people moving four stories lower. She felt detached from what was happening to her, almost oblivious to the way the camisole was being lifted. Finally the lacy garment was raised in line with her breasts and they had to pull her gently away from the window her breasts were pressed against in order to wriggle it clear of them, during which time her vision was obscured as they drew it off her shoulders and up.
“Leave it there, trap her arms with it.”
Phil’s hoarse command was immediately obeyed by the other two women and Carol realized she could now only imagine what was happening in front of her. Two female hands pressed against her naked back forcing her now uncovered flesh into contact with the window. She gasped as the coldness of the glass touched first her sensitive nipples and then the whole globes of her flattened breasts.
She began to shudder at the sensuous contrast, the cold glass on her breasts and the gentle warm caresses from the other two women on her back. Carol knew this wasn’t yet over, not by a long chalk, but she was now helpless as the other two continued to play with her.
A hand appeared at her waist and she couldn’t keep her body still as Rebecca eased the skirt side zip down. The skirt was tight and hung on her hips, requiring both women to tug it downwards. With her arms entangled above her head, Carol gasped again as she felt her panties being dragged down with the skirt, but sighed in relief as the skirt lost contact with them. She knew the respite provided her modesty wouldn’t last long and the now loose garment would quickly join her skirt on the floor.