The Christmas Exhibition

by Vaughn, V T

  “Would you do anything for me?” she asked.

  I was surprised by the question. I thought for a couple of seconds, then nodded.

  “Please don't come to the staff party tomorrow.”

  I glanced at my girlfriend's excuse for a skirt. “There's no way I'm letting you go on your own, Jill.”

  “What if I drive to work?” she suggested, sitting on the edge of the coffee table. “I won't be able to have a drink then. Nothing could possibly happen if I'm sober.”

  “Jill.” I sighed. “You don't realise where I'm coming from with this. It's not you I'm worried about. You didn't do anything wrong. It's the others. I wouldn't trust Jim or George or Sean... Or any of them... As far as I could throw them... What are you doing?”

  Jill was kneading her naked nipples.

  “Jill...”

  Her legs were spread. Her purple thong exposed under her red miniskirt. “You know what I want, Matt.”

  My genitals felt suddenly confined in my jeans. My eyes, tongue and cock eager for her pussy beneath the material of her thong.

  “I'm pleading with you, baby...” Jill flicked her head, and her blonde hair fell down one shoulder. She stretched her back. Her pert, prominent nipples pointed north. “Please don't come to the office tomorrow.”

  Jill's determination to exclude me was frightening, inviting the spotlight onto her motives.

  “Please, baby.”

  Suspicion ransacked my synapses.

  “Come on, Matt, let me do something for you.” Her painted red fingernail touched the outline of her underwear.

  What if there had been more to her Christmas dinner shenanigans than she had confessed?

  “I'll give you the most amazing sexual pleasure you desire... In exchange for your absence.”

  What if there really had been some additional sordid activity she sought to conceal?

  “I'll put on anything you want me to wear.”

  Could I face her co-workers, with the possibilities that any – perhaps each – of them knew something I didn't?

  “I'll do anything you want me to do.”

  She made her offer of sexual suppression sound so clandestine.

  “I'll do anything with you... For you... On you.”

  My cock strained erect from my underwear, grazing against the denim of my jeans. If I could just reach inside and relieve myself, I thought, I could resist her temptation.

  “What would you like me to dress up as for you, Matt?”

  I breathed. It was the only sound I could hear in the room.

  “You do love me dressing up, Matt.” Jill laughed, then slipped her fingers under her skirt, hooked her purple thong and pulled it swiftly down her bare legs. She crumpled it in her palm and threw it at me.

  The thong landed on my forehead, the thin strap resting over my sinus. I scented the sweet smell of her anus.

  Jill kicked off her fluffy slippers. “They can go. Not very sexy, are they?” Jill spread her legs further, edged herself forward on the wooden table and began to circle her clit. “Wouldn't you like me in a pair of heels? Big stiletto heels. Five inches, Matt? Six? Or what about boots? Oh, baby,” Jill slipped a finger into her pussy, “wouldn't you like to fuck me in a pair of knee-high boots? Oh, Matt, look at your cock in your jeans. It looks huge. Feed me it, baby. Just say you'll stay away tomorrow. Or, wait, wouldn't you like to bend me over the kitchen sink in a pair of ankle boots? You know the ones. Navy blue with silver studs up the side.” Jill pushed a second finger inside herself and gasped. “Oh fuck, Matt, I know what you'll want. How about I fish out that old pair of thigh-highs my sister used to own? The ones I told you she used to wear over her tight leggings in the early-90s. The ones you came over the thoughts of. Oh, you dirty bastard, I have them in the attic. Just give me the word, Matt, I'll go get them, wear them... Only them... And you can fuck me in the outhouse. I'll be so naked, so cold and you'll just fuck me like a selfish bastard.”

  My exhalation was deafening.

  “Imagine the neighbours overhearing. That arrogant prick... Sebastian... Wouldn't you love to get one over on him, having him hear the sounds of me getting fucked? Him knowing you're having your wicked way with me. Or what about his wife? The one you called the MILF.”

  “Francesca,” I said quietly, having learnt her name only a day earlier when their post was wrongly delivered to Jill's address.

  Jill smiled, then smothered her pussy in three of her fingers. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Francesca. She's very beautiful, isn't she? About 35... Sophisticated... Way out of your league.” Jill's tongue rolled between her lips. “Wouldn't you love to fuck me in the thigh-high boots while she listens? Can you imagine her doing what I'm doing now?” Jill rammed her fingers faster inside herself. “Close your eyes, Matt. Picture it.”

  I opted not to close my eyes, choosing instead to study Jill's lips puffing with each additional stroke of her palm.

  “Hmmmmm.” She was conniving through her pleasure. “You're resisting.” Jill bent one leg at the knee, allowing her more explicit access to her pussy.

  “Jesus,” I muttered, allowing my arousal to escape to her attention.

  She smiled. “Maybe there's an outfit I have that you won't be able to turn down. I do have such a collection I've amassed over the years.”

  The fact so many of her garments predated our relationship failed to miss my jealousy, and mounted my curiosity.

  “Take your cock out, Matt.”

  I unzipped my fly.

  “Go on. Don't be shy, baby.”

  “I'm not shy, sweetheart,” I said, and whipped my cock out before her. I wallowed in the worries of her temptations. Jill was a siren. A predator. A deviant. “Far...” I seized my length. “From...” I jerked it to the base. “It.”

  “You're going to fuck me with that, right?”

  I nodded.

  “And that means you're not going tomorrow,” Jill stated.

  I smirked. “Read my lips, Jill. I... am... going.”

  She lifted her hips, hammered her cunt into her fingers and took a fourth digit. Her skirt rode under the cheeks of her ass at her rear. The front rolled to her waist. “Wouldn't you like me to go upstairs and slip into...”

  My eyes widened in anticipation.

  Jill read my desire, and smiled her mouth around her revelation. “... A maid's outfit? Mmmmmm, you'd like that. But which kind, Matt? I have more than one. Would you want me frilly? See-through? Crotchless? Oh, I know. You like your kinks, baby, don't you? Yeah. I'll go up those stairs and dress up as your filthy, latex, rubber-encased maid... Your slave. Just tell me what I need to hear. Picture it, Matt. Me. Wrapped in latex. Seeing to your every whim.”

  My interested garnered.

  “Beckoning to your every need.”

  My resolve was compromised.

  “Obeying your every command.”

  I yanked my cock as she watched. My balls bounced out of my jeans, landing on the rough edges of my zip.

  “What about something I wore for someone else?”

  I was becoming putty. My determination to see Jill in every sexual attire and position her previous boyfriends had devoured her in becoming paramount.

  Jill pried her fingers from her pussy and placed them, one-by-one, in her mouth. “Fuck, baby, I love my own taste.”

  My heart pounded in my chest. My hand wrestled my dick in my groin. “Go on,” I said, capitulating to corruption. To sleaze. To depravity.

  “Tell me to stop before you get jealous.” Her middle-finger plopped from her mouth, and her hand slipped slowly down her naked chest, snaking her nipples, tracing her abdomen and finally fucking deep into her cunt. “I'll name no names.”

  I wanted to know who.

  “You'll just have to wonder.”

  I wanted to know where.

  “You'll just have to guess.”

  I wanted to know when.

  “Imagine.”

  I needed to know.

  “Unless you fuck
me, Matt. Then I'll tell you everything about each outfit, each time you fuck me in one of them.”

  I was silent, slapping my cock vigorously as she watched.

  “Let me tempt you...” Jill's torso knotted involuntarily. Her fingers fought for deeper depths in her snatch. “I could dress up as a nurse... Or in a wet look catsuit, that is oh so sexy... Or in my fishnet bodysuit... I'll even tell you how the crotch got ripped all the way to my lower back... What about some cupless PVC tops? I'll be naked from the bra down, my breasts exposed and you can fuck me in any place you want... And I mean any place, Matt... All you have to do is agree not to come tomorrow.”

  I diligently persevered at my penis, tugging the foreskin back until it was pleasure pushing upon pulsating agony.

  “What about a bunny outfit, baby, a horny little Halloween devil or a kinky wench? No, Matt?” The insides of her lips slapped against her fingers. “A naughty schoolgirl, a sexy Santa, a satin fairy, or maybe you want the really kinky, Matt? Wouldn't you love to tussle me up in leather ankle cuffs, joined by a chain across my back to another set of cuffs on my wrists?”

  “I would,” I said, seething between clenched teeth. “But I'm going to your staff Christmas party tomorrow.”

  “Oh God,” Jill began, panting, “the memories these bring back. Oh, I could fuck one of my dildos for hours... Just reliving the past.”

  “I'm going as your chaperone.”

  “Backless rubber panties, baby.” She fixed her stare on mine. “You know what hole that would expose?”

  I dreamed of drilling her anus, and felt my balls tensing as my palm bashed above.

  “What about my lingerie?”

  I felt myself nearing my climax, and concentrated on my composure. Desperate to conceal my impending sexual fate. I was certain Jill would halt my masturbation, control my arousal and lock me into her waiting game.

  “Such beautiful lace embroidered outfits... Babydolls, sheer mesh semi-cupped chemise, basques, bustiers and corsets.” Jill watched my eyes, my mouth and finally my cock.

  My indeliberate contortions proved ever impossible to hide. I would concede to her dominance if she discovered her dangerously close I was to cumming. I would fall for her seduction. I would agree to avoid her party in exchange for a night of sexual debauchery and kinky dress-up. The thoughts pushed me further.

  “I must have close to a thousand different pairs of stockings in this house.” Jill's body encountered and embraced her spasms. “Sheer, seamed, criss-crossed, Cuban heel, demi-toe, lace-topped, satin-bowed, striped, opaque, black, white, red, grey...” She lost her words in her lust, silencing her tongue with a sudden bite of her lower lip.

  I was losing my will, conceding to my desires of the moment. I wanted to fuck my girlfriend in every one of her outfits. I wished horrendously to relive her delinquent past. With her. On her. In her.

  “Oh God, Matt, I'll even unlock my biggest secret.” Her hand fastened insider her. “A complete second skin body suit that covers head to toe... Someone...” Her fingers blurred in and out of her cunt. “Someone I'll never even admit to seeing... He used to make me wear it for him!”

  “Fuck!” I cried, wanking myself beyond the point of relinquishment.

  “Fuck!” Jill screamed, her orgasm erupting on the soft, smooth skin of her hand. “I was his property...” She wailed wildly, flailing her fingers thunderously into her cunt. “His possession.” Her first ejaculation hit my jeans. “He owned my body...” She smothered the second in her free palm. “He owned my pussy...” Several more splashed on the floor. “It was his...” Jill's face grimaced as her fingers commanded her sordid cravings. “His cunt.”

  Who was he?

  Jill flung herself forward, dropping to her knees before me.

  “Shit!” I yelled, driving my cock between her lips.

  “Mmmmmm.” Jill swallowed to the base, muffling her menacing moans.

  My balls bloated below her. They tensed temporarily. “Ugh!” Then unleashed shot after tremendous shot of sperm into her throat.

  Jill sucked at my length, gargling and stifling a gag.

  “Fuck, shit, fuck, Jill!”

  Jill's lips wrapped tight around me, encouraging my spunk to flow freely.

  “Jesus!” Delirious dreams of digestion drove a renewed supply down my cock to her mouth.

  She swallowed every drop, her breasts bouncing below me as her head rocked a sudden streak of back and forth movements over my girth.

  My head fell backwards on the sofa. My eyes rolled in my head. I was a concoction of dizziness, delusion and dismay.

  Who was he?

  Jill winked one eye over my dick in her mouth.

  Who was she?

  I spasmodically emptied more inside her.

  Who was I?

  PART THREE

  1

  The winter wind whipped against my ankles as I crossed the forecourt of the industrial estate. Snow had been shovelled to the sides, out of the possible paths of vehicles. I shivered, held my coat tight at the front, and marched onwards.

  I pulled my mobile from my pocket and checked the time. It was four o'clock. Jill said the first drinks tended to come out at any time between the end of lunch and 3pm. She was adamant she wouldn't be drinking much, and certainly not in the early afternoon.

  I stepped in a puddle, cursed and shook my shoe.

  I had left my entrance deliberately late. Jill would swear she wasn't drinking. Sharon, Tracey and Nici would soon see to that. I wanted the labourers to liquor up. To loosen up. I wanted Sean to make an appearance. To dare to make a comment. One line – hell, one word – out of place. I wanted every single one of them to be irretrievably drunker than I. Perhaps I would even catch Jill out. She had been so determined to stop me from showing up. Was I right to assume that there was something else going on? Something she was praying I didn't discover.

  I slipped my mobile back into my pocket. I just hoped I hadn't left it too late.

  2

  The reception desk was empty. I leaned forward to push the glass front door. What if it was locked? What if I knocked and knocked and nobody appeared to let me in? I thought of Jill up there, downing alcohol. I thought of her downing their cocks. His cock. Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like? Sean's thick cock.

  The door opened mightily easily, against all my expectations, and I tripped, stumbling into the reception area, my shoes clumping on the floor and echoing all around. My wet foot slid on the smooth floor and I flew forward, waving my arms hysterically and struggling for composure. For balance. For dignity.

  “Fucking hell!” I cursed loudly.

  I caught the arm of an errant chair. A chair on wheels! I slid ridiculously onwards, careering into a bin and falling head over feet onto the floor.

  Unforgiving seconds ticked swiftly by.

  “Hello!” came a girl's voice.

  I pulled at the bin for leverage, succeeding only in dragging more rubbish onto the floor.

  Heels clicked. Nylons blurred as they scurried across the floor towards me. “Are you okay?”

  I kicked the bin away in frustration, dusted myself down and carefully pushed myself to my feet.

  “Can I help you?” she asked.

  “I'm here for the party,” I said.

  She was red-haired, slim, attractive and around the age of thirty. “The party?”

  I nodded, then pulled a used tissue from my elbow. “That's right. The staff party. Is it upstairs?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Are you staff?” She scrutinized me from my shoes to my forehead. “I don't recognise you.”

  I threw out my hand. “I'm Matt.”

  She reluctantly took my hand in hers. Her skin was cool as we shook. “I'm Tracey.”

  “Tracey, yes.” I charged positivity into my voice. “I've heard all about you. You work the reception, right?”

  She seemed unfazed by my enthusiasm, her hand falling limp in mine.

  I released my grip.
“I'm Matt.”

  “Yes.” Tracey sniffed, revealing one nostril blocked. “You said.”

  “Aren't you expecting me?”

  She was looking from the bin to the front door. “No... Wasn't that locked?”

  I uprighted the bin. “I'm with Jill.”

  Tracey's face whitened. “Jill?” she gasped, her eyes darting to the steps which led to the next floor.

  “Yes.” Suspicion lanced at my resolve. “I'm her boyfriend... Matt.”

  “Jill's boyfriend? I didn't know she-”

  “She didn't mention I'd be coming, Tracey?” I demanded, paranoia beginning to purloin my pride.

  Tracey didn't budge. Her arms were folded, her fingers drumming the insides of her elbows. “She didn't mention you even existed, honey.” Her disclosure stirred jealousy in my loins. “Are you sure you're supposed to be here?”

  For God's sake, yes, woman! “She's expecting me,” I said.

  Tracey balanced on one heel, pointing the toe of her other foot towards the door.

  Wasn't she going to show me through to the party? This was preposterous. My girlfriend was somewhere in the building. Who was Tracey to barricade me out? “Can you take me to Jill... Please, Tracey?”

  Her fingers drummed in slow motion. Her chest expanded with inhalation. Her eyelids blinked in one foul swoop.

  Was she covering for Jill?

  Her chest deflated.

  Was something going on?

  She breathed out deeply.

  Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?

  “Okay, Matt.” Tracey smiled and slipped an arm around my back, rubbing between my shoulder blades. “Come with me.” She led me across the floor. “The party's just upstairs where the other girls work. Some of the labourers went for a few beers at lunchtime, so forgive them if they seem a bit rowdy to you.”

  I swallowed a lecherous lump in my throat.

  3

  There was raucous laughter. Male laughter. My feet fell on the steel steps. My palm on the icy cold handrail. Tracey was behind me. I heard the first notions of music. Of festive music.

  The office door swung open ahead.