Outstripped

by Avery, T. C.

  Her tongue came out and she licked at her finger, over, under, around, again and again, then lollipop style she licked up and down, up and down, till it glistened.

  The Captain's eyes were widening. Jody slid her finger slowly between her lips up to the hilt and moved in close. She stared up at him and with elbow high she slid her finger in and out, over and over again like a first class finger blow-job. The temperature in most pants was now rising and the Captain was losing his mental battle with Daffy.

  Jody stepped back slightly and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She opened the front exposing her exquisite female enchantments and drew back the collar over her shoulders. In a cross between coy and filth she took one final suck on her finger and then traced it teasingly slowly from her lips, over her chin, down her extended neck and agonizingly downwards through the Chantilly protectorate of 'Monument valley'.

  The wet digit plunged further, tracing her pierced belly button, before hovering above the tiny pink bow on her briefs. The circle had closed in a mass of hand wringing, palm sweating and lip biting. Jody slipped her painted nail just under the delicate elastic and moved it from side to side. The guys, the girls and the Captain, all convinced themselves they'd seen more than they did then Jody pulled out.

  She knelt down in front of Daffy and with her lips at crucial height she gazed upwards again. Captain 'soft cock' was losing his battle, big time. He wanted to stare at the ceiling but needed to look into her eyes. She looked back at him, licked her lips and gently began to blow on the duck.

  Daffy joined the party in a big way. He showed himself to be a proud, strong, upstanding character of the cotton shorts kind and the crowd appreciated it. Clapping, cheering, whistling, laughing and clinking of drinks all followed on. Jody was a hero, a goddess and a crowd pleaser. Possibly even a bona fide cock teaser.

  "Whoa," shouted the Captain. "What am I supposed to do with this now?" he said with both arms outstretched and fingers pointing downwards, and before he was inundated with the obvious comments, Yasmin stepped forward and grabbed it.

  "I'm a qualified Flight Attendant," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "I'll attend to it!" and with that she led him by the dick into his bedroom and shut the door.

  More whistles and cheering followed, then somebody decided this was the perfect cue for everyone to call it a night.

  To Jody's amazement, Danni shuffled over whilst zipping up her skirt to ask if 'one more drink' might be appropriate, to which she said "Absolutely, I'm too wound up now for sleeping anyway."

  They slipped out after saying goodnight to the rest and were quickly caught up by 'First' on their way to Danni's room. He was pretty pissed by this time having downed a lot of shots during the last few hours, but "What the hell," Jody said. "The more the merrier," as he nuzzled the back of her neck whilst pausing at Danni's door waiting for the key card to work.

  Inside, Jody determined her skirt had become superfluous and whipped it off again, 'for comfort', of course. In case you were wondering she had cleaned off the lipstick back in the Captains bathroom before leaving. Anyway she curled up at one end of the settee as 'First' threw himself backwards 'angel fashion' on the king sized bed. Danni had poured out a couple of sparkling wines and brought them over to join her on the couch. She too removed her highly restrictive skirt and the two faced each other on the couch, sipping bubbly, before entwining their silky long legs for a deep de-brief (excuse the pun) and laugh over the previous games and frivolities.

  "Let's see what he's made of, eh?" said Jody and they got up to check out 'First's' state of play. With one on either side of him they figured out he was almost comatose but started undoing his belt and trousers anyway, giggling as they went like the 'naughty' girls they were. Lifting his legs they dragged off the offending articles and his shorts and pulled him further up the bed.

  They began stroking his thighs and teasing his balls for very little response. Danni picked up his penis and began stroking his un-excitedness for better effect. 'First' stirred, moaned, tried to look up but then gave up, letting his head fall back again with a big smile on his face. To their surprise, a little more caressing and stroking had him standing to attention. They leant back and surveyed their achievement with notable pride.

  Jody took a sip of bubbly from the side table and then leaned in over 'First's' upright folly. Danni, gripping the base of his monument, to ensure it was pointing heavenwards, kneeled up and came in to meet Jody, face to face, over cock. Their gazes were fixed and their lips met. Savouring the soft, petal like puckering, Jody opened her lips, delicately forcing reciprocation from Danni, and she transferred the bubbly mouth to mouth in a sensual, life-saving, intoxicating gesture.

  The dick was dropped, and it drooped anyway as 'First's' total unconsciousness had begun to set in. The two of them rose up, kneeling in closer, and pushing breast to breast and lips to lips they eagerly went at each other with maximum feminine fervour.

  Jody finally had her girl, a whole girl and nothing but the girl. They had to move fast, they needed the bed, so with a little determination and a lot of banging about they managed to get ‘First’ onto the couch and covered him with a blanket.

  Running and leaping back onto the bed, Danni was first. She lay face up with one knee bent as Jody crawled her way up from the bottom of the bed. Over her feet then legs, she momentarily stopped at crotch level to take in the moment then proceeded higher. As she approached Danni's lips their tingling breast tips touched, the lightest of fleshy, mammary caresses.

  "This was different, very different," thought Jody. "Men are so firm, hairy, scratchy, big, rough in places even, but this little princess is soft, smooth, svelte, sexy and just, well, different."

  'Sugar and spice, and all things nice,' was the term she was looking for.

  Their lips met again, softness-to-softness then Jody knelt up over Danni and proceeded to remove her blouse, then her bra. Her nipples were on full 'perk' and Danni used her fingers to flick them, one at a time, ever so gently. Jody undid the buttons on Danni's blouse and got her to lift off the bed so it could be removed. She reached behind and unclipped the bra. As Danni eased back onto the cotton sheet tops her arms came up and her bra came off forwards. Her perfect peaks softened and spread a little under gravity as she lay back, smiling at their nudity.

  Jody went in again, lips to lips but this time the nipple-to-nipple sensations were heightened, electric even, almost too sensitive.

  "This is fantastic," she thought.

  She moved down and began kissing neck, collar, chest, and breast and after a full circuit of softness finally engulfed her first nipple of consequence. She flicked at it with her tongue, rolling it, sliming on it, and it rose and hardened to the occasion. Jody moved breasts. She didn't want the other one feeling left out.

  Danni just lay back and sighed.

  It was now time to move on from the girly stuff and get down to some action. She shuffled her way down Danni and kissed her belly and pubic mound through the red satin. Then hooking her nails around the sides she began to draw the panties south. Danni lifted to assist and 'there it was'. Clean shaven, beautiful and soft, and as Jody parted Danni's legs she saw things were a little ripened also. Pinkish, glistening and involuntarily parting.

  "I did that!" Jody thought to herself. "I know there's a cock in the room, but I did that."

  She moved in and began kissing Danni's inner thighs, just above the knees. Slowly she worked her way up the V closer and closer to the source of that wetness she could see, and smell. The heady aroma drew her nearer. She licked a path to each side of vulva and traced it repeatedly. Then with a long, slow deliberate motion she licked from bottom to top along Danni's primed moist pussy lips. The tip of her tongue hooked onto Danni's clitoral hood as she slid and caressed her way past the little button inside and she pulled gently.

  Danni was in heaven. Her arms were up over her head and she was convinced she was at the disposal of an expert.

  Jody 'felt' like an
expert. A veritable Madame of the moment.

  "All that practice and self awareness can help a girl," she congratulated herself. Then in came the reinforcements. Her fingers were on the march and she was also joined 'down there' with Danni's own, holding on to her inner thigh tops and rubbing, caressing groin grooves as if needing to get things moving, urgently.

  Jody jumped up and extricated herself from her own, now damp, underwear and climbed back aboard. This time she moved higher and then higher still. She brought her own needy, nubile, nether regions right up to Danni and presented her with an offer she couldn't refuse. Jody's loins were also smooth and hairless other than a tiny little V of trimmed fur pointing downwards, giving directions to her place of pleasure. Danni looked up at Jody through her cleavage and then got to work. The hungry lapping started, then nibbling and then nuzzling. Saliva mixed with pussy juice makes for one peach of a mess. And though Danni hadn't done the full girl thing herself either, this was good fun. She knew all the right moves, all the right buttons to push, the right amount of slather, pressure, delicacy.

  "This was fantastic," she thought, "and not a dick in sight."

  Jody turned over and straddled Danni's face.

  They both considered, "Things look very different from this angle."

  Jody fell to her elbows and the pair of them got to work on their supper once again. The tender licking and delicate nibbling had been superseded and they were now going at it with purpose, firmly, hungrily, messily, making sure all hallowed ground was covered. Fingers joined tongues, stroking, poking, pushing, prodding, flicking and licking, incessantly. Their needs were intensifying, their tensions were increasing, their moaning was loudening and crescendos were imminent.

  Danni started writhing, her pussy tightened around Jody's fingers, her whole body was tensing and Jody took a firm grip to stop Danni's legs closing and preventing her from finishing the job. She was close herself but this was a first hand experience she didn't want to miss. She quickened the fingering and doubled the digits, then firmed up her tongue and concentrated purely on Danni's clitoris, rubbing, bobbing, nibbling, faster and faster, until Danni began tightening, shuddering, moaning and bucking. Jody held on for her life, her pussy-deep fingers were being throbbed on. This was incredible, wonderful, fascinating.

  "I should have tried this before," she thought.

  Eventually the thrashing, the excitement and the noise subsided into tranquility, but there was a job to finish. Jody rocked backwards and pushed pussy into Danni's face. Her warm, wet squidginess re-awoke Danni to her duties and she obliged gracefully, "thankfully even," thought Jody. Danni's fingers got to work above her tonguing and lipping and Jody resurrected her own route to heaven.

  Then came a surprise, something different, if this couldn't already be different enough. The clit nibbling stopped for a moment and the fingers were withdrawn as if to be licked themselves. Jody was made to wait then a thumb slid up and down her pussy entrance electrifying the inside of her labia. In it went. Thankfully her little button was given the attention it craved and deserved again and a wet fingertip began tickling the tightly puckered hole just above. This little piggy decided to go to market. It pushed and popped its way in, but just up to knuckle number one. Jody nearly squealed with delight. It felt incredibly naughty and seriously tight but not painful. In it went a whole knuckle further. Then thumb and forefinger seemed to meet on either side of her inner wall and Danni began stroking in and out, in and out, pinching her insides as she did.

  This was all getting too much. It was so, so good. The pressure was building, her zone was on fire, she was about to erupt, and then she did!

  Tensing, tightening, tingling, groaning and gasping for breath, gripping at sheets, grabbing at flesh, digging her nails into Danni's thighs, she nearly drew blood.

  "Oh My God!" she let out, when she finally calmed down.

  Danni had a ringside seat at the best fireworks display in town. The contractions and the quivering gradually subsided and she licked all the way up Jody's super sensitized pussy one last time and they rolled apart.

  "So that's what it's like," said Danni.

  Chapter 9

  Empire building

  New acquaintances Danni and Yasmin and 'First' (real name Alex) could be called 'lucky breaks' by some, but Jody was a 'people person'. She knew high calibre friends when she met them and in time she'd know how to put them to work. To utilize their positions, their passions and their skill sets, as it were.

  Just for now, it was their company she enjoyed. Oh, and the occasional 'knee trembler'.

  Back on terra firma in 'Old Blighty' it was raining for a change. Jody was on a mission across town wearing her trench coat (yes 'that one') over some designer jeans and heels.

  The time had come for our little lady to branch out on her own. Lunch with Bill was arranged in The City and she arrived on time and with plans.

  As she entered 'Dimitri's restaurant a friendly waiter offered assistance with her wet coat. Bill stood to greet her as she came over to his specially reserved table. He gave her a kiss and a squeeze and they sat down at their prime window seat overlooking the ancient financial capital, ready to take on the world.

  Bill had no idea of the scale of Jody's plans but expected nothing less than precision planning, meticulous organization and probably something way over the top and out of her league. That's just the way she was.

  They ordered a glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc to go with their light Italian lunch and Bill took the reigns of their clandestine 'get together'. Jody was too excited. She had too much to say and too many things to blurt out. It was best that Bill asked the sensible questions.

  "What the fuck am I here for, again?"

  He had a way with words. Of course he knew, but lightening the moment would help calm Jody down and this was his way.

  "So you've got some plans?"

  "Yep."

  "Big plans?"

  "Yep."

  "I assume they involve me, otherwise you wouldn't have asked me along?"

  "Yep."

  "Are you just after my body, coz I'm sorry but there's a very long waiting list?"

  "No."

  "I know the guy that put the list together. I'll see if I can get you moved up a few places."

  Jody smiled at him and took the back of his hand. "Thanks Bill but I want more than just your body. I want your brains and if you like what I have to say, then I want your support."

  "But I'm using it," he joked.

  "Right."

  "You mean money?"

  "Yep."

  "Let's cut to the chase Jody, how much do you want?"

  "No, no, it's not like that Bill. Let me show you what I want to do then you can make your own mind up. I'm not here begging for a hand out."

  She rummaged around in her brief (singular for a change) and surfaced with some documents, some brochures and an exercise book/folio type thing. She moved her cutlery and serviette out of the way and put them all down on the table.

  "I want to branch out on my own."

  "Travel?"

  "No, I want my own strip club."

  Bill nearly spat his wine out. He gathered himself then began, "Wait a minute. You've been doing this how long? Six months, and now you want to throw in your travel agency stuff and set up in the underworld?"

  "It's not quite like that, Bill," she interrupted but he took back the conversation.

  "The old saying goes that if you lie down with dogs, you'll catch fleas." He raised his eyebrows questioning her judgement and gesticulated with his fingers upwards and outwards in an, over the top, shrug.

  "Hang on Bill, I'm not about to throw anything away and not going to join Morpheus either. I know what goes on and I know what I'm doing. Just give me a chance to explain. Just shut your trap for a minute, will you? No jumping in, right?"

  Bill zipped his mouth with his fingers, leant back in his chair and folded his arms tightly.

  "First of all," she started, "I
've been saving. With my Gran's money, my wages and bonuses, thank you for yours, and my collection from Vamps, which I haven't touched, I've got around thirty two thousand pounds. I also have an insurance policy, which mum and dad set up when I was a baby and its due up in a couple of weeks. Twenty years it’s been going and I had it valued last week at thirty six thousand, four hundred pounds. So in total I've got, hang on, sixty eight thousand, four hundred, 'squid' and I want to make something of it.

  Now before you jump in and get all 'daddy-like' and safety conscious, this isn't a whim. I've been planning this for my whole life. Maybe not the strip club, but I've always wanted to do my own thing. I know what I'm doing and I'm good at it. You've seen me, you know how the girls look up to me, I know I can put it together and I just know I can do a better job than everyone else."

  "So you're just going to quit the agency?"

  "No, I'm going to go freelance with my own agency at the same time. I've got my licence you know. I'm confident I can get plenty of clients to come with me," she made a big cheesy smile at him, "and it'll keep me going till I can get the club up and running and making some money. What do you think?"

  "It sounds like you've thought it through, at least the basics and the theory. What do you need me for?"

  "Ah yes, well, as you know, I haven't had a great deal of experience running a business, at least the financial side of things, and you have. Also, I'm not sure if the money I have is quite enough for the club, and to live off, so what I'm trying to say is, would you like to be my business partner?"

  "Me, running a strip club, I'd have no dick left in a week. Burnt out from over excitement and friction." he quipped. "Hell yeah! Count me in."

  "Actually," he said, "you'd better let me have a look at those figures you've prepared. I'm assuming that's what they are? And, are they, property brochures?" He pointed. "Oh just give me everything."