Susie Follows Orders

by Roger Quine

  ‘Pour me a drink, Hugh,’ she said firmly, ‘and then show me what you showed Sophie.’

  ‘Well, it’s all about self-knowledge,’ said Hugh. ‘Being at ease with yourself and your own sexuality is never easy, not even for the most sophisticated of us. But with a little practice and some simple exercises we can all be at peace with our own bodies, and it’s only then that we start to enjoy them properly.’

  ‘Let’s do it together then,’ she breathed, and he looked surprised.

  ‘I’m sorry...?’

  ‘Self-knowledge without shame. Like you said.’

  Placing her shiny leather handbag beside her, facing across towards Hugh with the tape already running, Susie sat on the black leather sofa and looked up at him, eyes wide and moist lips peeled just apart so he could see her teeth and the wickedly pointed tip of her tongue. ‘Come on, Hugh,’ she urged seductively, and moved her legs apart in an unconscious carbon copy of Sophie’s actions. Hugh gazed down between her slender thighs at the tightly stretched see-though panties. She nodded at the chair opposite, and without a word he sat down, still staring between her sexily parted legs.

  After a moment he coughed and, no doubt trying to be authoritative, said, ‘Just clear your mind of all the daily clutter and concentrate on the beauty of being you.’

  ‘Oh, never mind all that, Hugh,’ she said mischievously. ‘You just go ahead and I’ll copy you.’ He stared at her, open-mouthed. ‘Well it is about togetherness, isn’t it? You do want us to be together at the end of it, don’t you?’ She let her knees part another inviting inch.

  ‘Right, yes, well...’ He began to move self-consciously, awkwardly caressing himself around the shoulders and then his chest.

  Susie followed his guide obediently, stroking her own tanned shoulders and then the upper slopes of her breasts. Her touch was gentle and knowing as always, and when her nipples popped into view, jutting impishly through the soft red material, Hugh brightened up visibly, tweaking at his own with finger and thumb. Susie followed suit and, emboldened, eyes glued to her breasts and the mesmerising dalliance of her fingers, he unbuttoned his shirt, cupping his naked chest in both hands.

  Unable to unbutton her dress, Susie shrugged it from her shoulders, pulling it down to her waist. Hugh licked his dry lips and smiled smugly as he gazed greedily upon her naked breasts, standing proud and firm.

  He stroked his groin, legs thrust arrogantly wide, and Susie obediently spread her knees further, the movement forcing her dress higher and casting more light into the enticing space between her thighs, where the scant protection of her flimsy knickers was reduced to nothing by the flow of warm juices from within. Smarmy git or not, displaying herself for him in such a manner was a stimulating thing for a hot-blooded girl like Susie to do. She copied his lead and began to caress herself, hand stroking between her legs, feeling the burning heat and the soft wetness.

  Eyes bulging, Hugh unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down around his knees. Susie gathered her skirt and pulled her dress off over her head in one elegantly erotic movement that set her breasts swaying. Then she was sitting opposite him in nothing but her amazingly revealing knickers.

  Deliberately she opened her legs wide so he could see how the flood of wetness had made the knickers invisible to the naked eye, the soft pink flesh in plain view, unfurled and glistening.

  He gasped, an involuntary sign of being turned on, and clutched his groin.

  Susie sat there smiling, not moving, not covering herself, letting him stare, and nodded at his waist. He got the message at once, and slid his boxers down to join his trousers around his knees in an untidy tangle, his erection sprouting straight and tall from his groin, its circumcised tip shining like a big red lollipop.

  Still following suit, Susie slipped her knickers down to her ankles and kicked them aside. She sat back and slowly opened her legs again, letting him feast his piggy eyes between them, devouring her with his stare. He had a massive hard-on, and sitting there in front of it, naked, with her legs lolling apart, was a very rude thing to do. Susie felt her body flowering softly as the last few petals of tender flesh opened.

  Hugh groaned and swallowed hard, weakly flapping one hand in the general direction of her sex. ‘Go on then,’ he croaked, but she just smiled encouragingly and stared pointedly at his groin.

  ‘Oh, ah, yes.’ He grasped his cock, clasping the thick shaft with a hand that only covered half of it, she realised, with a clutching in her tummy and a sudden aching need between her legs. She responded by laying a hand across her labia, feeling the heat and the slippery wetness under her fingers.

  Opposite her she saw Hugh begin to slide his hand up and down, and she copied him, slipping one finger between her lips, relishing the familiar thrill as her body tingled in expectation beneath her fingertips. She thought about walking the few feet that separated him from her, straddling his thighs and sitting on that surprisingly impressive erection...

  But even as she caught herself considering the idea she remembered what she was there for and controlled the urge. ‘Do you think I’m as good as Sophie?’ she asked quietly, and for a moment he faltered, but her hooded eyes and dreamy look of pure arousal, coupled with the diligence of her busy fingers, kept him entranced and kept him honest.

  ‘Oh, yes,’ he said, looking deep between her thighs.

  ‘I think I’m better, don’t you?’ She lifted her heels onto the edge of the sofa, spreading her knees as far apart as they could go, opening herself wider, offering herself as her fingers delved between the puffy pink lips.

  Hugh’s fist began to move quicker, and she mimicked his pace, enjoying the sensations as her fingertips traced the edges of the furrow before dipping into its burning heat, triggering stabs of delight as they flicked across her hardened clitoris.

  ‘Don’t you?’ she prompted, lifting her fingers and luxuriously sucking the juices from them.

  ‘Oh, yes,’ he enthused hoarsely. He was gripping and pumping his cock so firmly his knuckles whitened, his breathing was ragged and his face had reddened.

  ‘The big difference is that I like to be watched,’ she told him deliberately. He stared as Susie held herself delicately apart with two fingers of her left hand and slid two fingers of the other between them, letting her wet and willing body swallow them with ease. It was pure performance, solely for the benefit of someone watching, and it made the point perfectly.

  ‘Not like Sophie,’ she carried on, while her fingers dipped in and out with a glutinous sucking sound. ‘She didn’t do it to please herself, only to please you, right?’

  ‘Right,’ he agreed, still wanking steadily, still staring between her legs where small droplets of moisture sparkled in the blonde peach-fuzz that clung to her mound but stopped just before the folds of her body opened around the little bud. ‘She didn’t know how to enjoy herself properly... not like you.’

  His hand was a blur and his face had turned the same ugly shade of purple as his knob-end. He stared at her, and as he watched her fingers delving in the wet warmth between those open lips an expression of admiration appeared on his face. ‘You’d do anything, wouldn’t you?’ he croaked.

  There was silence as Susie, unable to stop herself, continued to work her fingers around, wondering how he knew. And then, still a little disturbed that she’d given herself away and he’d read her so well, she said, ‘Oh yes, anything,’ as her slithering fingers produced small tremors of bliss and she sighed contentedly, almost forgetting her task for a moment. But then she saw the gluttony in his eyes as they devoured her body, and she remembered why she was there. ‘Come on, Hugh, don’t stop now,’ she goaded with a sexy pout, and he started again, hand moving gently at first, and then more aggressively.

  ‘Come on, Hugh,’ she urged again, fingers moving in time with his fist. ‘Come on, Hugh... are you coming... are you coming...?’

>   ‘Oh, yessss,’ he hissed, staring at Susie’s busy fingers, and then a pearly-white blob appeared from the eye of his penis as he neared the finish, and so did she, her body beginning to heave, muscles clenched as her climax began. As she smothered a small squealing noise he spurted wildly into the air, thick, creamy gobbets that splashed across his thighs, his stomach, his trousers and the floor.

  Susie stopped almost as soon as he did, but instead of lying back dreamily, letting the lethargic stirring of two lazy fingers bring her slowly back down to earth as she would have liked, she snapped her legs shut and began to dress, pulling on her tiny knickers and then dropping her dress over her head while Hugh struggled clumsily with the knot of clothing snared around his knees.

  Still smoothing down her dress, Susie picked up her bag and headed for the door. ‘Thanks, Hugh,’ she said briefly over her shoulder. ‘That was great. I think we know ourselves much better now.’

  She was gone before he could say a word.

  Susie found Gary in the Crown about an hour later. Smiling, she searched around in her bag and pulled out the video cassette. ‘Take that home tonight after the pub,’ she said, ‘and invite all your mates. You’ll have a really good laugh.’

  Gary looked puzzled. ‘B-b-but are you coming?’ he asked.

  ‘Oh yes, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. But I’m off to the Jolly Sailor to see someone first.’ Gary looked crestfallen. Everyone knew the Sailor was where the gays and lesbians went to drink.

  ‘Don’t worry, Gary, I won’t say anything,’ she reassured him, knowing why he looked concerned. ‘I promised, remember? I’ll see you in here later on, and we’ll get some beers in before we go back and watch that.’ She tapped the cassette. ‘Keep it safe. It’s very special.’

  Still content at the prospect of getting Sophie’s revenge on Hugh, she left, heading to the Sailor. Luck was still with her, and as soon as she opened the door she spotted Liz by the bar. There were anxious butterflies in her tummy as she walked up to her and smiled. ‘You told Sophie about Hugh’s film,’ she accused quickly and without preamble.

  ‘Yes.’ Liz sounded defiant.

  Susie almost wilted at the prospect of confrontation. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘I know why. You thought that while she was crying on your shoulder you’d be able to put your hand in her knickers, right?’

  ‘No,’ snapped Liz. ‘I thought she should know, that’s all.’

  ‘I don’t blame you,’ said Susie, determined to keep trying charm and guile. ‘I know she’s a pretty girl. If she wasn’t my sister...’ She shrugged. ‘Well, you know. It wouldn’t be the first time.’

  Liz regarded her carefully. Susie smiled but got only a glare in return, and decided not to press the point any further. ‘What about Hugh?’ she asked. ‘Just serves him right, eh?’

  Liz stared. ‘So?’ was all she said, but there was something about the way she looked across the room, avoiding Susie’s eyes.

  ‘So nothing. What exactly did he do to you to make you tell on him?’

  ‘Nothing,’ Liz retorted defensively.

  ‘You can tell me, Liz. I don’t like him either.’

  ‘It’s nothing to do with him. Not really.’ Susie could see Liz hadn’t meant to say so much but she wasn’t sure what had been given away.

  ‘Not really? Well, who is it to do with then?’

  Liz looked back at Susie, the defiant stare rekindled. ‘It was your prissy sister, if you must know, all airs and graces and, “Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly, nice girls like me don’t do things like that”. Snotty cow.’

  ‘Things like what, exactly?’ Susie persisted, trying hard to ignore the insult.

  Liz muttered something and Susie merely raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer. ‘She promised,’ she sniffed, sounding sorry for herself. ‘Hugh asked her and she promised, and she was all right with him kissing and touching her, and...’

  ‘And?’ Susie prompted gently.

  ‘And she was all right letting me watch him put his hand up her skirt...’

  ‘But?’

  ‘And it was all okay at first; she liked kissing and she had lovely tits. She was loving it, and then all of a sudden it’s, “No! No! No! I couldn’t possibly, get your hands off me!” Bitch!’

  ‘So? Just because she didn’t fancy you?’

  ‘But she was quite happy to perform for all his mates afterwards, wasn’t she?’

  ‘So you had a go at her about that?’

  Liz lowered her gaze and stared at the drink in her hands. ‘Yes,’ she said quietly.

  ‘But she didn’t perform for Hugh’s mates, did she? He never even told her he was filming her in the first place, never mind that he was going to show them the results. And if you hadn’t got angry and had a go at her about it she never would have known, would she?’

  ‘Oh, come off it.’ Liz was defiant again. ‘Of course she would, in a place this size. Everybody else knows, and I haven’t told them, so what makes you think she wouldn’t have found out sooner or later? Sooner probably, when Hugh’s mates all tried to shag her first chance they got.’ She gulped down her drink in one. ‘And anyway, she must have liked it.’

  ‘Liked what?’

  ‘Performing on camera.’

  ‘And how do you work that out?’

  ‘Well, she’s made it her profession.’ With cruel delight on her face, Liz opened her shoulder bag and removed a copy of a glossy magazine intended for the male market. ‘Shop assistants always think you’re buying it for a boyfriend who hasn’t got the balls to get it himself,’ she explained slyly, and opened it to a page where two blonde girls, naked except for stockings and suspenders, fingered each other with coy elegance. One of them, unmistakably, was Sophie.

  ‘Bitch!’ hissed Liz.

  Chapter Five

  Susie crept silently into the darkened house and stumbled up stairs that were once so familiar. She’d crept up them in the dark nursing guilty secrets so many times before - but never one like this. Her mother must never find out.

  She’d been totally unable to do as she’d promised and join Gary and his mates in the ridiculing of Hugh while they watched the video she’d made of him wanking.

  There was probably no need to tiptoe around in the dark, but she didn’t switch a light on until she was safely inside her bedroom with the door shut, and could drop the offending magazine on the bedside table. It had been simply too big to fit in her handbag, and so she carried it home rolled up in one hand; Liz had given it to her quite freely, clearly enjoying watching Susie squirm.

  She undressed and climbed into bed, then lay on her back looking up at the ceiling. A hand strayed surreptitiously between her legs, although she knew she should get some sleep. She inched her thighs apart, fingers separating the soft lips and probing gently between them. With a sigh she picked up the magazine. As long as she didn’t look at the pages where Sophie was there was no harm, was there?

  There were lots of other pictures, and the girls were very pretty and very horny. Susie remembered the thrill she’d experienced posing for similar pictures, and how excited it had made her. She started at the back of the magazine, slowly working her way forward until, almost at the very front, she found one girl who was really lovely, and sexier than any of the others. Her delectable little pussy glistened in the flashlight and Susie could almost feel the heat rising from the page. One hand holding the magazine up under the light, the other busy between her legs, she spent some time studying those pictures, especially the neatly shaved and juicy pussy.

  ‘Don’t turn the page,’ said whispered to herself.

  She drew up her knees, rested the magazine against the slope she’d made, and turned the page, letting two fingers slide into the sticky warmth, thighs opening wider as she stared at Sophie.

  Next morning she was on
the road early, and back in London before lunchtime. Avoiding the office, she went straight to the West End address inside the front cover of the magazine and asked to see the editor. She didn’t have an appointment, but she was banking on the probability that pretty blondes with endless legs and very short skirts don’t need appointments to see the editors of such magazines.

  She was right.

  ‘What can I do for you?’ he asked cheerfully, settling back in his seat and appraising her with a calculating eye.

  ‘It’s about some pictures,’ she began to explain.

  ‘It always is,’ he replied, trying to peer up her skirt with a moderate degree of success, which suddenly became very successful as she twisted in her chair to rummage in her shoulder bag, inadvertently parting her thighs by that invaluable extra inch.

  ‘These pictures,’ she said, opening the magazine she’d produced at a two-page spread of two virtually naked girls entwined in a lustful embrace.

  ‘Ah, yes,’ he leered proudly, leaning forward across the desk to inspect the pictures more closely, and then glancing quickly up at Susie, an expression of recognition on his face.

  ‘Yes, she’s my sister,’ she said, once again amazed at the way everyone spotted a similarity between the two of them, even though they weren’t related by blood.

  ‘So I see,’ he said lecherously. ‘Lovely girl. Lovely body. Yours, too,’ he added, raking her with beady eyes that lingered particularly on the tight blouse that smoothly encased her breasts. ‘Don’t suppose you’d care to do a twosome, would you? Twins together, and all that. It’d be a good earner.’

  ‘No, that’s not my style. And we’re not twins.’

  His eyebrows shot up and he studied her face before looking back at the open magazine. ‘Hard to tell with your clothes on - but close enough for pictures. Anyway, who’d be looking at your faces?’ he chuckled. ‘Are you so similar all over? Go on, how about it?’ he persisted.