Outstripped

by Avery, T. C.

  The girls showed them a far better time than their own devices had conjured up the night before, and to cap it all off found no difficulty in getting them along to Jody's new 'flesh pit' pride and joy.

  It was a shining example of how to put a strip joint together with both punters' and performers' best interests at heart. Plenty to see, plenty to enjoy and plenty of opportunity to be rewarded for specific skills in the entertainment industry, both with and without clothes. Just like Jody's first club in London, this one, aptly named "Two Lips", was a roaring success, and in its opening few months had gained a considerable following and reputation.

  Now whilst Aya and Famke were hard at work and play with the boys, drinking and letching, some of Jody's other assistants from the world of travel and leisure had been beavering away with plans and entertainment schedules for Jody's other unsuspecting subjects.

  A number of the guys from Jody's old flight training crew just happened to be in town this weekend also. Once again it was no coincidence. It was painstaking planning and calling in a few favours at the airline staff offices that helped.

  Anyway, if you remember 'First', the First Officer (Alex) and Jody's perfect partner in her 'mile high club' initiation. Well, he had been enrolled along with Jody's other 'first' on that trip. Namely Danni, of the exquisite body and reciprocating attentions of the 'girl on girl' type. There was also one other crew member who was party to the plot, who we haven't met before but with whom Jody and the others enjoyed any number of soirées together, though not of the sexual kind. It was Damien, the archetypal gay steward.

  Their mission, which they chose to accept, under very little pressure from Jody, was to engage Charlie the stewardess, whom they all knew, or at least knew of, and Suzanne, who had, funnily enough, come along for the ride as she so often managed to orchestrate for herself on the back of Charlie's influential position and cheap tickets.

  Although the two crews were on different flights, they were booked into the same hotel for the evening, and so were conveniently in an ideal position to arrange a certain amount of path crossings, relaxation sharing and empathetic appreciations from one crew to another. Most of which involved eating and drinking, both 'on the town' and back at the hotel.

  During one particular conversation in the ladies toilets, over the basins and reflected in a large, shared mirror, Danni came out with a surprise and a challenge for a partially inebriated Suzanne.

  "You know Damien?" She started.

  "Which one's he? Replied Suzanne between applications of fresh lipstick.

  "The shorter one of the two. With the blond hair."

  "Yeah. What about him?

  "Well, he keeps talking about going straight. Says he's not sure he really is gay but he's not confident enough to do anything about it."

  "He's definitely gay, that one." said Suzanne. "There's no question about it."

  "Yeah, but wouldn't it be a good laugh to have him on, and tell him we could sort him out? You know, convert him."

  "What if he really does want a shag?" Suzanne wasn't sure now, but her attention had been right royally grabbed.

  "Well, we might get a very interesting time out of it then," replied Danni, now grinning devilishly between purposefully, slowly and methodically applying her own re-coating of lipstick.

  "We? Suzanne questioned. "You're talking about doing this together? Me and you? We hardly know each other."

  Danni jumped in and cut her off, "What, you don't think I'm attractive enough. Anyway, no, um…., hang on a minute. Let's back up a bit. I'm not talking about any sort of lesbian thing, I just thought it would be more convincing if two of us could get him up for it, so to speak, and I got the impression you quite like a good prank and a challenge."

  "Absa-bloody-lutely. Haven't had a good laugh in ages, and I suppose, like you say, it could be quite interesting, if he's serious."

  Danni couldn't believe her luck. Suzanne had gone for it, 'hook, line and sinker!'

  But, what Suzanne didn't know, was that Damien was in on the ruse.

  Now whilst the two of them spent the rest of the evening, on and off, cajoling Damien into fulfilling his fantasies across the great sexual divide, our Alex ('First') was ensconced in a little love match of his own. Although Jody's initial intimations with him were not exactly thespian in nature (he was, after all, more hands on, on that occasion), He turned out to be a real cunning linguist. It wasn't just his looks, his rugged stature and his ability to bring a quiver to ladies knees and nether regions on first sight. He could also turn on the charm and seduce his way into a woman's pants at will.

  Charlie hadn't a cat in hell's chance of getting out with her knickers or her name intact. But then again she was easy, and a real sucker for a good hard 'seeing to', given half a chance. Her name wasn't in any danger, anyway. That had long since been tattered and torn.

  So a complex little set of scenarios was now fully underway. Drink would flow, chat would be cheap, and seduction was on everyone's agenda.

  Famke and Aya were on the piss and on the town with Luke and Graham and the boys.

  Alex was on the prowl and a specialized charm offensive with Charlie in the bar of their hotel.

  And, whilst he was keeping her busy, Danni and Damien were on an alcohol infused ruse and double-dealing mission to get Suzanne into bed.

  Back at club 'Two Lips', Famke and Aya delivered the necessary 'nods' to the staff on arrival and the message runners swung into action behind the scenes, ensuring everyone was on full alert and standing by for action.

  The huge contribution of cash, handed over by Luke at reception for the group's collective entertainment, was carefully and constructively considered and then separated into two piles. The first, obviously payment for their club activities, and the second, not so obviously put aside into a plastic bag. These particular Dutch Gilders had been clearly handled by Luke himself and were in need of separation and preservation for reasons unknown to anyone but Jody. And not one of our guests paid the slightest attention to the surgical gloves worn by the gorgeous, smiling receptionist. Why would they?

  First up and on cue was a Geordie lass who went by the name Suzette. She wasn't very adept at choosing stage names and should probably have stuck to her real one, which was Nina. Her problem was that the 'Geordie' accent translated this into some sort of retarded ambulance siren sound, or so she thought. So she dropped it. Anyway, none of this was important, other than her role in extricating Graham from close proximity to Luke, to enable our double act to get on with their evenings performances, both on and off the stage.

  Suzette put on a good show with a less than responsive stage Stag and in the end needed support, or rather substitution, from her ordeal by a couple of helpful hosties who promptly removed Graham from harms way and kept him suitably entertained on the comfy seats in the wings.

  The girls escorted Luke to a raised, bar-like stage, which for some reason was unattended by punters and performers alike. Unbeknown to Luke these seats had been strategically kept 'occupied' with the clever use of props. A few half-consumed drinks were left on the stage/bar together with jackets casually slung over the high stools. All were of course removed on time and in time for our trio's arrival and the girls' supposed need for seating.

  Back stage and behind the scenes, Jody was applying the finishing touches to the brightest of red lipstick and carefully pinning up the extra long black hair of an expensive looking wig. She then put on a pair of sturdy spectacles, which, by the way, had no glass in them. Finally she checked herself in the multitude of mirrors around her and sought approval from all the other girls in the room.

  Show time!

  Patience, practice and persistence, not to mention pain and a little perfunctory podiatry ensured Jody was now a master of stilts and stilettos, or strippers shoes as they're also known. These particularly radiant red ones were her favourites and just finished off her salacious School Mistress outfit perfectly.

  Under the cover of darkness, or at l
east subdued lighting, she traversed the floor unnoticed and scaled the stairs to her preferred place of work without incident. Jody presented herself for imminent and intimate examination, just as the previous main stage performance concluded and the lights were extinguished altogether.

  Our Jody had a healthy nervousness about her, which provided her the sharp edge required for just such an important occasion. This would be no ordinary show, and no ordinary night. This was to be a master class performance in every respect.

  On came her spotlight and she slowly raised her chin to gaze across the audience. A pause, then finger clicking, followed by the familiar 'Hey Sister, Soul Sister' intro to 'Lady Marmalade'. The crowd was being wound up for a treat, and this treat was wearing the archetypal dirty sexy teachers outfit with each of her pupils’ salivating consciences in mind.

  Luke's face was a picture. Right there, stood some steaming hot School Madame not five feet from him, and all he could do was stare. Like some sixteen-year-old geek caught in the full beaming headlights of the loudest and proudest tits in town. They weren't even on display. It was just the sultry, suggestive sexiness of this woman's presence that had got to him.

  Jody was about to give him, and the girls (and the audience), a show to remember. She wanted, no, needed this to work. By the time this episode was over she wanted Luke worked up, worked out and worked over. He'd get his money’s worth, but then so would she.

  Up and down the pole she went. Slowly, purposefully, methodically. A tease, a look, a pout, a smile with some dirrrty moves thrown in for good measure. Then the bending over started and the money paying members of the public began to get a hint of what they came for. Pussy! It was discretely concealed for now in some tight, taught lacy stuff but this was at least progress.

  Out came the hairpin and down came the long tousled hair. It flicked, it flew and it served nicely in accentuating every move Jody made.

  She stroked herself all over and rubbed and writhed with her firm and toned curves through skirt and blouse. Up and down, and up and down, until it was time to remove the restrictive items. One by one, off they came. Artistry in motion had never been so poetic. Long, slender legs, topped with rounded, curvy hips, overshadowed by voluptuous and particularly perky pinnacles of perfection, straining in their hardly secretive, delicate dens of dignity. Or, lingerie of the expensive and exquisite kind, if you prefer.

  The kind of gift-wrapping worthy of lustful and careful, rather than cursory, consideration before you tear it all off to get at your presents.

  Jody saw Luke and Famke passing comments then she watched as he clearly guided her hand into his lap. She stroked him a few times and then nodded back at Jody to let her know that little Luke had indeed joined the party and everything was in order.

  Jody's big concern in all of this was that Luke might just be too pissed to perform when required. Luckily, as tradition would have it, the Best Man was generally able to handle his liquor and should at least last a little longer than the Groom on such a debauched drinking event. It would seem, after all, Luke was up to the job.

  Other good news had been received earlier, this time by text, and passed on with a nod, letting Jody know that Danni had got things set up for a cracking night of sexual duplicity back at the crews' hotel. Everything was going to plan. Aya returned the text advising of an imminent result at the club. Time would shortly become critical. Danni and Damien would need to get their acts together and quicken the flow and the freedom of alcohol. One way or another they needed Suzanne on her back!

  Jody brought out the 'big guns'. And what a sight they were. Every bit as good as the packaging suggested.

  Next she swung around the pole a few times in time to the music and then crawled over to face Luke. He clearly didn't know whether to stare into her filthy eyes or lust over her perky boobs, now agonizingly close and within touching distance. She'd considered at length that she might look familiar to him but dismissed it as an impossibility. There was too much stage makeup and too many years between them for that to happen, not to mention a colossal confidence for sexual dueling he wouldn't associate with her past.

  Jody switched her attentions to the girls at Luke's side. She temptingly coaxed favour money from them with a playful fondle and squeeze of her boobs. Aya offered some club Guilders in her pouting lips and was rewarded for her gratuities as her cheeks were sandwiched between Jody's firm but delicately soft fleshy breasts in the collection process.

  Then she turned her attentions back to Luke. She could see he wanted to get some of this action himself, so she extended an index finger with a 'come on' curl or two and he was given instructions from the girls to make an offering. Men tend to be slow on the uptake when they can't take their eyes off the prize.

  He fumbled for his favour money and, deciding it was all a bit too fiddly and taking too much time, he just stuffed it all down the little offering slot in the stage floor. Jody had installed this unique touch as a way of keeping her 'special' stages clear, but it also tended to encourage larger rewards for larger stakes and favours.

  "Men are so dumb," she thought. "Little do they know, it's all chicken and egg. If you offer good money, you get good rewards, but on the flip side of things, if the money is a bit slow, the offerings are increased to encourage better rewards. Another win/win, and a coup for all!"

  Time for her finale.

  Although this was a show for everyone at the club, Jody's concentrations were on Luke, and he had just had his hands in his proverbial pockets for her. So now his special spectacle and rightful reward was pointing straight at him.

  Jody lay full length on the small stage with her back arched and her knees slightly bent accentuating her lithe and curvy figure. Her stilettos were only inches from Luke as she raised them to the sky and pointed pussy at her punter. Hooking her long slender fingers into lacy lingerie she teased the teeny tiny thong up the full length of her legs. A vision of fresh, young, shaven delights brought appreciation and contortion to his face. She saw him forcefully taking in air through his nostrils at one point, but it was more likely to be controlled breathing, under impossibly awesome circumstances, rather than an attempt to sniff out her aromas of arousal.

  She parted her legs for him to get a good look at what he couldn't have. Then, after an age for him, and moments for her, down came the hands, in went her fingers and out came the crowd's outbursts, whistles and expletives. Diddling herself in public for an instance Jody decided "Less is more" and snapped her legs closed, one second before the lights went off, right on cue.

  She knew she had him gagging for more, hard as a rock, and ready for relief and release. But then that was the plan. Actually it always is, but it was strategic on this occasion.

  Next came Jody's Ace. To Luke's utter amazement, she proceeded to encourage the two girls in his company, the very same girls he was hoping to have unbridled sexual relations with later on that night, to climb up on to the stage for a performance of who knows what kind. But whatever it was she knew he would be blown away with the very thought, never mind the act.

  They eventually overcame their feigned inhibitions and joined Jody up top. After a few exchanged whispers, some props were provided. Jody departed and their own backing music began. Tom Jones performing 'Kiss' was a definite crowd pleaser in this arena.

  The girls pretended they were novices but soon couldn't help themselves and the thin veil of bullshit fell away as they found their groove and their confidence on stage. Famke and Aya were natural exhibitionists and seasoned performers, and they'd do anything for Jody. Getting off on stage was genuinely exciting and a turn on for them and not in the slightest unnatural or uncomfortable.

  Jody swiftly made her way back stage and then down one level, picking up a dressing gown and some small items from one of the girls on the way. It was an interesting old building with many levels, rooms, passageways, nooks and crannies. Together with her builders and advisors, she'd made clever use of these characteristics and unusual architectural
idiosyncrasies in the design and renovation of the theatre area.

  Upon entering one of the small lower rooms she ascended a loft-style ladder, which took her to a small and cozy place with comfy stools, floor cushions, and a very low ceiling. Thick dark curtains hung down one side and a video repeater showing the main club area was mounted at one end.

  She chose a specific stool to plonk herself down on and then smiled as she watched and admired her protégés, Famke and Aya, strutting their raunchy little rears on screen. They looked very sexy indeed in their elegant but youthful evening wear.

  Just as she was getting into the live video feed, some club Guilders dropped from right above where she was sitting, poignantly cascading over her breast and thigh before tumbling to the floor. This was her cue. She turned to face the curtain and searched for an opening. Out snaked her hand into the very same crotch she'd manhandled as a gullible, innocent teenager a number of years before. This time, however, things were very different. These manipulative, accommodating, dexterous digits were now experienced and knowledgeable in the ways and pleasures of men.

  "The way to a man's heart is, and has always been, through his dick," she'd always professed. But she wasn't after his heart.

  Jody got the response she wanted and after unzipping his flies fully and extricating Luke's little friend from his constrains, she got to work. As the girls began seductively removing each other’s garments Jody embarked on some slow and methodical stroking until the penis in hand was firm and strong and erect.

  The girls got down to their lingerie and their hands began a full-on fondling routine. Stroking, caressing, gliding, up and down, over and around, toned bodies, firm flesh and soft sensuous curves. Jody had seen it all before but it was always worth a watch. It's not the sort of thing you can easily get bored of. In fact if she'd had a dick of her own, she'd have been pumping that too. As it was, she did have one to hand, but the circumstances dictated a necessity to keep thinking of Queen and Country, and the end game, rather than her own personal gratification.