by Avery, T. C.
Banner Products Ltd (BPL) had been set up by Luke’s father in 1978. It was a specialist company and they made condoms, colostomy bags and a host of other surgical rubber and plastic products. He’d built a successful little empire for himself in niche products that were in high demand. Although dildos and vibrators weren’t what you could call ‘niche’ any more, they were in high demand, and there weren’t too many suppliers around with the respect and credibility of B.P.L.
Graham’s private investigator came up with ‘nothing’. Other than what the police had put forward, he couldn’t find anything in their lives or backgrounds to suggest ill placed acts, deeds or morale’s. And nor could he find anything to corroborate the accusations, evidence, materials etc., used against the girls as part of this whole episode.
It would seem that all four of them had been ‘stitched up’ as part of the same sting Luke had been caught up in.
Unless of course it was all true! A thought which had crossed the investigator’s mind on a number of occasions, regardless of Graham’s sympathy and continued protestation of their innocence.
Although Graham had run out of ideas, Luke hadn’t resigned himself just yet to a stint behind bars and a criminal record to go with it.
Chapter 7
Giving thanks
Obviously Jody was selected for the stage at ‘Vamps’. Rachael on the other hand was not so lucky, but with a good deal of ‘case-pleading’ from Barry, representing Bill, on behalf of Jody, she was a given a floor position as hostess. If she could prove herself around the club, she may get another chance.
To her surprise she discovered that a good ‘Hostie’ could earn a tidy package without necessarily subjecting herself to either the limelight or the less tasteful, or rather, undesirable aspects of the job.
Through experience, they would both learn, it was neither the old nor the ugly that would prove to be an issue in this profession. Time after time, the arrogant, the drunk, the vulgar and the wife-beaters would show themselves for what they were. A definite sub-standard representation of the species, and though the larger, less communicative, male counterparts amongst the staff would invariably take care of these creatures, on occasion our damsels of ‘delect’ and ‘delight’ would offer up their own forms of defence, or even retribution, if the opportunity presented itself.
Jody took to her new hobby like a duck to water. Her studying and diligence over the previous few months were not wasted but it was her natural flamboyance and stage presence that put her on a pedestal, not to mention her ‘talents’ (so to speak).
She soon became a crowd favourite with both regulars and first timers. The ‘old guard’ knew their stuff, of course, and could put on a good show. There's no substitute for experience, as they say, but it was Jody that shone. Head and shoulders, or rather ‘tits n’ ass’ above the rest.
"Her enthusiasm for the spotlight never waned. Her energy for the show seemed never ending. Her passion for perfection was almost unhealthy. Her vivacity in her delivery was infectious and her appetite for appreciation showed borderline conceit."
The observations and comments from the floor, the staff and amongst the management were plentiful. And they all loved her for it.
As mentioned, Jody and Rachael picked up an additional skill set and kept a few tricks up their sleeves, costumes, and garter belts, whatever. They developed an enviable trait for controlling unsavoury and untamed patrons. Most of the girls would cry fowl or seek assistance. Some would occasionally 'take the rough with the smooth' and try to play things out, wrongly assuming 'it went with the territory' and had to be put up with. But not these two.
Quick wit and rapport helped a lot. A drink in their customer's lap strangely enough managed to cool things off a little. A tight squeeze on their nipples, for the more physically demanding, would swiftly take back control of things. And a 'masters' in perception and anticipation would serve to diffuse a potential incident from ever occurring.
The bouncers came in very handy too.
Over time Jody worked out it could pay handsomely to extricate financial justice and recompense for unwanted and unwarranted behavior, with one hand. Whilst her other hand held the captivated and undivided attention of the owner of certain little, round, hairy objects of a somewhat delicate nature. After paying for their lessons in decorum these types of patrons either 'accepted their medicine' and learned to behave themselves, or were generally never seen again for reasons only 'Big Dave' and his mates on the door seemed to have any knowledge of. And they wouldn't tell anyone.
Now, although Jody had her dancing and visual impact on her audience down to a fine art, her 'up close and personal' demeanor and dexterity needed work. Trouser stroking, punter pleasing and dick wrangling takes practice. It is, of course, easy to encourage some. Too easy in fact, but for others with a little more self control or alcohol consumption or problems even, it means more than a passing graze, more than a swift stroke or even a rub n' tug.
"If you’re gonna bring a guy to within an inch of ecstasy you gotta mess with his mind, as well as his dick." She was told.
"Truer words were never spoken and a lesson well learned," according to Jody. Stage shows, as we know, were her forte, but concentration, skill and most importantly 'psychology' was required for lap dancing prowess. It’s not enough to put on a good show and a smile.
"You've gotta make them believe that they are the one. The only one. But this isn't about being their girlfriend or their wife. You've gotta be their 'bit on the side'. Their naughty, dirty, filthy 'bit on the side'. The one who knows how it goes. The one who knows what to do, what to say, what to touch, and how. The one who stares into his eyes and wants every inch of him. The one who gets off on giving, and showing, and doing. The one who won't give up until he's had his fill."
The more intimate, private sessions paid well. They paid even better when the guys came back for more. And they sometimes came back for that final 'inch of ecstasy'.
"And for that, you need to plan. And then you need to tease, taunt, titillate, touch, tantalize, graze, gaze, grasp, grip, give, take, smile, slide, slither, stare, care, caress, crave, moan, perform, encourage, excite, cajole, control... then deliver."
But this was no whorehouse. This wasn't money for sex. This was paying for a show, a performance, for a good time. And all the best times are had in the head not just in the pants. And let's face it, how many wives and girlfriends are Stars of the stage? Mistresses of the pole? Or Genies of gyration? Very few. And the good thing is these days that a good many women are joining their men for the very same show. Maybe not so much the full treatment, one on ones, but definitely the main auditorium performances and occasionally an appreciation of the art of lap dancing.
Bill had not let Jody forget his request for a dance. Reciprocation for his favour. But she knew him too well and didn't want to ruin all the other things they had going on. Back-scratching and business things that is. He was aching for it though, and she knew in some small way he deserved it, so she'd make sure 'Mister Blue Balls' would eventually get his treat. Just not necessarily what he expected.
Jody invited Bill down to Vamps on a Wednesday evening. It was quieter in the middle of the week and it would be easier to set things up just the way she wanted. She secured a couch for Bill in one of the best locations and had Lucy prepped for giving him a cozy time whilst a number of the other girls performed. This not only gave him the V.I.P treatment but also ensured that any freelancers didn't steel Jody's man. Lucy entertained him well during the show while Rachael flirted more and more each time she returned with drinks. Her very short ruffled skirt and tight busty top in American Diner waitress style was just perfect for this role and she never missed an opportunity to make it work for her. She didn't hold back with her flirting or physical contact either.
Bill was enjoying the special treatment. Then Jody's name was announced, and the lights dimmed a little.
On she came to Joe Cocker and “You can leave your hat on”.
A little passé in strip clubs, but ‘just the ticket’ for Bill.
Wearing a Trilby, a trench coat, seams, black high heels and nothing else that was discernible, she sauntered to her spot and began.
The big, brassy, bold, mid tempo rock anthem, famous for the striptease scene in '9 and 1/2 Weeks' was now getting the bold, brassy, hip temptress treatment from Jody. This was all class and a great deal more 'ass' was in store than the film dared to display.
Rachael, who had been standing beside Bill's Couch playing with his hair, made to sit down, and got him and Lucy to 'budge up' so she could squeeze on the end. They obliged and quickly returned their attentions to the show. Rachael had seen it before and, although she was always impressed, she had impressions of her own to make.
Jody's trench coat was now lying somewhere at the back of the stage and she was synching and timing and calculating the removal of an evening wear ensemble reminiscent of the big budget Hollywood musicals of the 1950's.
A short stool slid onto the stage and arrested itself beside Jody. She raised a leg and placed one foot on it. With high bended knee her skirt slid down her thigh and she traced her fingers from either side of her heeled foot all the way to her near exposed crotch. Bill was treated simultaneously to a like-wise experience along his own legs. Rachael and Lucy had let their fingers loose on him. He didn't know whether to pay attention to them or to Jody.
Rachael lifted his chin and pointed his face in the direction of the stage then returned her own attentions to the rest of him. Stroking and caressing, then rubbing and squeezing, there were no arguments over this clothed ‘ménage a trois’ from Bill.
The skirt came off revealing dancers' tights and knickers. The bustier followed suit exposing a tightly filled black bra. Bill's companions were now running their nails all over him. Chest, sides, legs, arms. Then one of them cupped his balls while the other grabbed his cock. Clearly it felt good, but what he really felt like was ripping his trousers off and letting them get the job done properly. Trouble was, though, this was still a public arena.
Jody was getting to her 'naughty bits'. She peeled off the knickers and hosiery. She released her incredible treasure chest and to a chorus of approval she teased off her g-string. She still had her hat on of course!
Bill had now seen what all the fuss was about. He realized she was in a league of her own, and he couldn't wait for desserts.
A few minutes later Jody joined her V.I.P. voyeurs. She'd put her g-string and bra back on and came over to stand before the threesome.
"Seen enough? Are we even yet?" She asked.
"Almost," he said "What about a little more privacy. I think you should finish what you've started."
Jody smiled, put her index finger to her lip then extended a hand to him. Like a little child, Bill allowed her to lead him away to somewhere else, for something good, he hoped. Rachael and Lucy jumped to their feet and giggling like schoolgirls they followed behind.
Through the side hallway and up the stairs to the second door on the left. The club music accompanied them all the way but disappeared on entering their private chambers. Background music greeted them and Lucy obliged in sorting out something a little more suitable for the mood.
Alannah Miles, “Black Velvet”, O.M.G.
The room was very tastefully done in the best of bachelor pad decor with a huge bed at one end. To the side of the room there was a large couch with a matching circular ottoman in front, beyond which was a mini stage and pole. The lights were dimmed sufficiently and Jody sat Bill down on the Couch for what he expected to be a rather more explicit version of what he'd just witnessed downstairs.
She took the girls by the hands and led them in a slow, three girl dance routine which had Bill settling into his entertainment very comfortably. Knees bending, hips swaying, arms waving, the sensual air caressing soon turned into erotic skin smoothing and finger stroking.
Jody left the other two pawing each other by the pole and came to sit facing Bill on the Ottoman. Her high black stilettos pushed her knees far higher than her hips and she eased her legs open. Bill unconsciously mimicked her, giving away his expected body language. Not really knowing where to place himself he gripped his own knees like a mirror to Jody. She, however, began stroking her legs and then her breasts, then her legs again whilst he hung on for fear of losing control. The music was dirty, the mood was incredible and Jody was 'blowing his mind'.
Bill had all but forgotten the other two, dancing behind Jody, who had now begun to peel off their already scanty articles of clothing, when she licked her middle finger and began to stroke her almost visible black laced pussy. Up and down, and up and down.
Bill rubbed his thighs in appreciation then she rose to her feet, leaned forward and slid both her hands along his thighs from knees to hips, ensuring her thumbs slid purposefully into the groin grooves on either side of his balls. She knelt down in front of him, all the while staring into his eyes, then slowly unzipped his fly and wrestled his iron like erection from within. Gripping it gently she wanked him up and down a couple of times then stopped.
Jody looked at him, bent in, kissed his engorged knob end, then stood up and gave him a huge kiss on the cheek and said, "Gotta go now Bill. It's been fun. I'm going to leave you in four very capable hands. Take your time, your not on the clock, these girls know what to do." Over they came whilst Jody blew him a kiss and closed the door behind her.
Bill didn't have time to react improperly or get disappointed, as another pair of hands swooped in and rescued the situation before his pole fell over. He adjusted himself mentally and physically and his enjoyment of the occasion began mounting again. Rachael took up the performance mantel whilst Lucy, now kneeling between Bill's legs, administered some love to his proud trouser escapee.
Rachael had one knee on the ottoman and was doing her damnedest to entice, entertain and eroticize for her one-man audience. It was working.
Jody had secured the opportunity for her (along with Lucy) using her charm and wit with the management. Its not that they were unfair in their running of the place, it’s just that they liked to control matters in their own way. Keeping staff in place was their way of maintaining discipline in an otherwise 'free for all' environment. They'd made a fortune since Jody had turned up and brought some class to the stage, and a few favours for her would not go misplaced.
All the girls had gradually become aware of Jody's ways of manipulating situations for her own advantage, and not necessarily at anyone's expense. She was a master of persuasion, which really came about as a natural progression from leading by example. They respected her because they couldn't find fault. Jealousy, awe, admiration, absolutely, but never fault.
By this stage there were not many clothes left on our heroines. Gorgeous, tanned bodies, long blonde hair, one bra, two stage thongs and a gaggle of Perspex high heels were doing the job nicely. Rachael's boobs were pert little cuties with little pink nipples. Not big enough for her to lick (besides looking erotic, the evaporation makes them aroused and perky) so she gently flicked them to give them that extra excited appearance then continued rubbing, stroking and groping her boobs along with the rest of her soft smooth flesh.
She lay back on the ottoman and displayed herself for bill. Lucy engulfed his cock and he moaned appreciatively. Off came the thong and in came the fingers, sliding, rubbing, playing, and toying with her visibly moist and slightly aroused pussy.
Rachael then stopped and turned over again with one foot on the carpet. She arched and presented her beautiful butt to Bill, parting her legs as she did. Pussy was pointing right at him and she writhed, just to make the most of it.
Lucy was stroking him slowly, so as not to prematurely induce any early eruptions. She stopped and just gripped him for the moment, then took his right hand and swallowed his index finger. Sucking it and slathering all over it she then began guiding his finger towards Rachael's glistening slit. Her swaying prevented him from his target, however, she eventually stopped
, top dead centre, and Bill achingly, slowly poked his finger into this pouting pink haven. It was willing. It was wanton. It was welcoming. It was wetness personified and it was warmth with a little bit of, Wow!
Lucy bobbed on his Knob again and got it all nice and wet. Then, Rachael maneuvered backwards and positioned herself between Bill's legs.
"What a picture," he thought. "It’s like something out of a bloody porno, an' it’s me!"
She hovered above his dick. ‘Sticky toffee pussy’ staring right at him. Lucy's firm grip guided Bill deep into Rachael's warm and wonderful assets as she lowered herself slowly using his legs for support. He gasped as the gorgeous, tight, taught snatch enveloped him. The fingering incident was now a distant memory. This was the real deal.
Rachael spread her legs wide and straddled Bill's before leaning back on him. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts.
"God they felt good!"
Lucy then quickly moved around to the front of the matter and began stroking Rachael's stomach and mound, eventually moving down to her pussy and of course Bill's cock. There wasn't a great deal of uncontrollable bucking going on, owing to their position, but this helped him to prolong things.
Lucy began licking the two of them. From balls to shaft to pussy to clitoris all in one movement. She licked and licked, while they slowly moved in and out and up and down.
Rachael was having fun. Her noise level was increasing proportionately with her arousal and the whole 'fleshy area' got wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter, slippier and slippier.
Bill started moaning in accompaniment with Rachael and after a little more licking and internal friction, Lucy pulled out his cock. She bobbed on his knob for a moment, tasting some sweet 'Rachael juice' then began stroking with fervour and purpose as Rachael looked on with eager anticipation and Bill struggled to see over her shoulder.