“Oh, Rick showed up last night and here’s the kicker, I think he was looking for you.” “Looking for me?” Her mouth fell open and her heart skipped a beat. “Really?” “Yes. He asked a dozen questions and looked disappointed.”
Abbey blushed. “You must be mistaken.” “I don’t think so. I can read those vibes.” Mandy jeered. “He’s a great guy.” “I hope he was a help to you. And I hope you’re not angry because I sent you there.”
“ He was a big help. And no, I’m not angry. Although for the first while, I did question your judgment.” “ It’s the only thing I could think of to get you over your hurdle fast. Now I see rosy cheeks and outside interest from the whisperer.”
“He is very knowledgeable.” She giggled in spite of herself. “And…” “Say it, why don’t you? The best fuck you ever had.” “Okay. That too.” She half turned to concentrate on what she was doing. “You’re thinking positively and that’s great. That’s one giant leap forward. Oh, man!” She
rubbed her head. “I’ve got to take these and lay down.” After popping the capsules in her mouth, she
poured water from the Brita in the refrigerator. “I need a headache cure too.” A man called from the other room. “Hey, Lorny, come and meet my friend.” A tall, dark haired man in his late thirties walked into the kitchen. He looked a little rough for
ware this morning but definitely on a best-looking list. Lorny, as Mandy called him, had a perfect physique He was lean and muscular, evident by his nearly nude state. He had on a pair of thong underwear, probably left on from last night’s party, which displayed his generous manhood. He wasn’t shy about it and Abbey found herself comfortable with it, although she did try to keep her eyes from diving for more ocular candy. It occurred to her she was paying far too much attention lately on genitals and made a mental note of it. Whatever good that may do.
Lorny blinked away the sleep gathered in the corners of his eyes, allowing his gaze to gush from her head to her toes. “Am I still dreaming?” He shook his head. “Lorny, this is Abbey.”
“Hi. Mandy told me all about you. It’s nice to meet you.”
Abbey squirmed under his blatant approval. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Abbey and I have been friends for years, since grade school. She’s going to stay with me for a while till she gets on her feet.”
Lorny nodded. “She’ll fit right in.”
“I made coffee.” Abbey offered, covering her nervousness.
“I think I’ll pour a half a cup to swallow these capsules.” Lorny moved about the kitchen unabashed about his body.
“Go ahead. I made plenty.” Abbey poured.
Lorny swallowed a healthy mouthful while his eyes roamed over her body. “Thanks. Hey, Mandy, your friend here has a pair of tits that could suffocate a man.”
“Get your eyes off her tits.” Mandy laughed, unperturbed by his bluntness.
“Lucky whisperer,” he said without preamble. “I know why he’s so interested.”
“See,” said Mandy, “even Lorny noticed Rick’s interest in you. I tell you, he likes you a lot. Don’t mind Lorny.” Mandy squeezed her arm. “He grows on you.”
“Literally!” Lorny laughed. This time his eyes focused on his girlfriend and there was no mistaking the invitation.
“You’re insatiable, my dear.” Mandy looked at him with something more than friendship in her eyes.
“I know. And I’ve got to go back to bed, babe. Coming?” He pulled Mandy toward him, his large hand going under her short robe straight to her crotch.
To Abbey’s surprise, her friend did not object. As his fingers began to knead Mandy’s feminine folds, his eyes caught Abbey’s, daring her to look away but she couldn’t. “Go ahead. I won’t be long.” Mandy told him and pushed him out of the kitchen. “Stay moist.” He replied and lumbered down the hallway.
Mandy was still that attractive girl with mid-length, natural curly hair that framed her face and fanned her shoulders. Yet, she looked different somehow. She was more poised, graceful, refined and way too sexy. Through the thin material of her robe, Abbey could see the buxom contours of her boobs. Much larger than she remembered, more round, firm and with nipples that looked forever aroused. Implants? Whatever floats your boat!
It was obvious Mandy was sexually healthy and proud of it. There was so much Abbey wanted to ask about her life, her work, did she go to College? After being friends for so long, they lost touch
since about the tenth grade when her family moved away. Except for a yearly Christmas card, Abbey never heard from her. However, Mandy wasn’t in any mood right now to reminisce. “You’re going to have to excuse me, Abbey. I need a couple more hours sleep. You’ll be fine.
Help yourself to anything you need.” “Go ahead. Don’t worry about me.” “I’ll surface as soon as my headache completely disappears.” She laughed and walked out of the
kitchen. “Just rest, Mandy. I have plenty to keep me busy.” “See you later. If the phone rings you can either answer it or let the service pick it up. Thanks.” Abbey poured herself more coffee and popped two slices of bread in the toaster. The bananas
on the counter started to spot, so she ate one of them. As she cleaned up her mess and while putting the dishes away, the phone rang. What had Mandy said? Answer or let the service pick up. She hesitated a moment then picked up the receiver. “Hello.”
“Hello there. How are you?” “This is Abbey. Mandy isn’t available right now. Can I take a message?” “I’m not calling for Mandy. I’m calling to talk to you. It’s Rick.” “R...ick! I’m fine. How are you?” Her heartbeat kicked into gear and one by one her pulses
pounded directly afterward. “I’m always good.” He laughed. “I’m in between two property appointments and thought I’d
give you a call. How have you been?” “No complaints.” “I missed you last night. I dropped in for a chance to see you but you, but I wasn’t lucky. Do
you always turn in early?” “No. Not always. I’ve had a busy few days and I was tired. What can I say?” “I thought about going in and waking you up.” “You did?” Abbey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Yea. I wanted to see for myself how you’re doing. But I changed my mind. I figured you must
be really zonked.” “I was. Thanks for thinking about me.” “I’m not sure what my schedule is for later, but if I have a chance I’ll come by again. Is that
okay with you?” “Yes, Rick. That’s fine. I’ll have something to look forward to. Thanks for calling.”
“Bye, Abbey.”
“Bye.” Her arm trembled when she hung up. No doubt about it, the man had a way with woman. But why was she so affected? She knew she liked him. Her body never reacted to anyone like it did him. His voice. It was gentle and soothing, almost lulling. He was so sensual The combination disintegrated her pent up sexuality so fast it made her wonder if it existed at all. Damn! He must think she’s an idiot. Did she sound desperate? Shit!
Mandy got up two hours later. She ate, showered and convinced Abbey it was time to go down to the club with her to meet the other part owner. There was no doubt in Mandy’s mind Abbey would be hired on the spot. However, when Abbey found out what kind of a club it was, she wasn’t sure that was for her.
“There’s no room in life for bottled up sexual tension, sweetie. It’ll kill you. I know what you went through was a little bubble bursting at the time. You have to get past it. This is the best and only way I know to get you over this. Come back to earth, my dear.”
“I have, Mandy. I just needed a kick start to get back in the saddle and your recommendations of the vagina whisperer did the trick.”
“I’m glad. Now go with that. Enjoy the revelation and make yourself a bundle of money at the same time. What the hell is wrong with that?”
“It really pays that well?” Earning several hundred dollars a night would give her financial freedom in no time, but could she really get out there in front of a crowd?
“I woul
dn’t lie about that. You just have to loosen up a bit and go with the flow. We’ll go down around four, meet the other boss and you can look around for yourself. You’re already past Lorny. How does that sound?”
What did she want most in the world? Independence and financial freedom, which is why she agreed to the job interview. “That sounds great, Mandy. Thank you. I didn’t realize Lorny was part owner.” For the life of her, she didn’t want to come off disrespectful or ungrateful. She really had no choice.
Lorny dropped the girls off in front of the bar then sped around to park in the lot behind. Mandy didn’t wait for Lorny, she steered Abbey inside the front door. “What will you have, Abbey?” She indicated a couple of stools.
“White wine, please.”
“Two white wines,” she told Missy, the bleach blonde bartender, who looked voluptuous in her crotch-less red teddy, above the knee red stockings and stiletto heels.
Abbey looked around. The club was large in area and richly decorated in reds, gold and taupe. She guessed it sat hundreds of people. Right now it was half full which was amazing considering the hour. The stage was also a grandiose affair, outfitted with poles and other equipment. Abbey could only imagine. “What are you doing here so early?”
A tall, middle- aged man came up behind Mandy. He looked distinguished dressed in black slacks and white shirt open to the chest. The thick gold chain around his neck and diamond rings on his fingers spoke volumes. “I want you to meet someone, Ralphy.” The man with the gray temples regarded her contemplatively. “This young lady?”
“Yes. This is Abbey Fuller, a friend of mine from way back. She’s looking for a fantastic job, so what can I say? I brought her here.”
“Well, we certainly put the F in fantastic.” He laughed “I take it Lorny approves?”
“Big time.” Mandy smiled.
Ralph approached Abbey, his upper right side leaned into her. “You look beautiful, kid. Do you have any experience?”
He smelled so good. Abbey inhaled. “I’ve worked as a waitress for a few years.”
“Good. You can start as a waitress and when you feel comfortable, you can move to dancer. How does that sound?”
“That sounds just fine...Ralph.” Abbey blushed unsure if she should be calling him mister, something.
“Mandy will see to it you get the things you need, won’t you, dear?”
“Of course. Thanks, Ralphy.” Mandy reached for his cock and squeezed.
“I’d appreciate if you girls came in tonight. Angela just called in sick and you can show Abbey the ropes.”
“Not a problem.”
“See you later.” He walked away with a half hard.
“Drink up, Abbey. Lorny’s going to be here a while. He has a lot of paper work to do. So you and I are going shopping. Actually, we won’t be going far. There’s a perfect shop just down the block. It’s called Night Essentials. We can walk.”
The shop in question was a sex and lingerie boutique, equipped with clothing, gadgets and toys most of which Abbey had never seen in her life. “Mandy...do you really think I can pull this off?” She was beginning to doubt herself.
“You deserve a chance just like anybody else.” “But I’m not sure this is right for me.” “You’re working for M.A.S.A now. A certain liberation is expected of you. We are all
dignified members of society. The only difference is we’ve gone back to our one basic, animalistic
instinct. There’s nothing to be ashamed or afraid of. We’re all in this together.” “I’m nervous.” “Don’t be. They treat you right. Soon you’ll have plenty of cash and opportunities. You’ll be
able to live anywhere in the world, own beautiful things and perhaps own a few businesses of your own. So don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. Here, try these on.” Most of the outfits she accepted from Mandy appeared to be thong- bottomed or crotchless “All these?” “The change room is back there.” Mandy pointed, impervious to her friend’s hesitation. “When you have a body like yours, you need to show it off.” Abbey didn’t have an argument for that. She turned and walked toward the back. The orange
haired sales clerk cheerfully followed and showed her into a pleasant change room. “Gladys, I think my little friend is going to need some help.” “It’s okay, Mandy. I think I can manage.” “Oh! My God! Abbey! Did I forget to mention when you try on lingerie you have to take off
your underwear. C’mon, back inside and do it right.”
Abbey could hear Mandy and Gladys laughing. She did look a tad ridiculous. Here goes. The first one felt a little snug. The silky shoulder straps felt like they’d snap and what there was of the bodice left her so exposed she didn’t think she could move without ripping it apart. She stepped out of the change room with a crooked grin on her face, expecting the girls to continue snickering. “Shall I take two of these?” She asked facetiously. “No question about it.” Gladys retorted and Mandy echoed. “Now keep on changing.”
Abbey looked at herself in the mirror. From this perspective, she admitted she did have a great body. And if this was her path to mental and financial independence, she should be grateful for the chance. It could be a hell of a lot worse. She had a friend, a place to stay, a new job and a man she’d love to get to know better. She dug deep for her buried diplomacy. Gladys joined her in the change room. “Let me show you how this is worn.” She adjusted the top half of the outfit, then her fingers slid to her box and pulled her lips around and over the shoestring crotch “This way there’s no irritation and it’s a total turn on. Trust me. When you take these home, remove
the protective stickers.”
As she moved, Abbey understood what Gladys meant. “I see.”
Like an automation, Abbey dressed and undressed barely noting their quick decisions. Gladys and Mandy pulled stools to the change room door which they left open. Her qualms of modesty fell on deaf ears.
Abbey was nude and she noticed Gladys staring at her boobs and pussy whenever she could. It was likely her imagination. She thought the same thing of everyone who looked twice at her. She shook herself and tried to ignore the ravenous looks. She wished this to be over. If it’s up to her, these are enough outfits to keep her going for a while. How many did she really need?
Reminding herself of the position she was in and her lack of funds, was a constant for her today. As she watched the two girls at the sales counter, she made herself a promise, which she murmured for her ears only. “As soon as I have enough money saved and if I still want to, I’m going to loose this job as fast as I found it.”
. CHAPTER FIVE
Adorned with one of her skimpy costumes, Abbey slowly got used to the lack of material covering her body. Truth be known, she didn’t have time to think about it. Earlier Mandy and a couple other girls had shone her the ropes, gave her the tour and now left her to navigate on her own in the club. It was busy. Her feet were already killing her. What was it, ten o’clock? She wasn’t used to doing this job in heels and made a mental note to check on the establishment’s policy on runners. She’d seen a few girls with them on and wondered if they had special permission.
No one was surprised by her mild sense of satisfaction when she caught the admiring glances from the men she was serving. Keeping up with the demands wasn’t a problem. The evening was early. She hadn’t been tested yet.
As she rambled to the bar with an order, Mandy came up behind her. “How ya doing, kiddo?” Judging from the attention she was getting, Mandy knew she was doing well.
“So far, so good.” She replied and complained about her feet.
“Those heels are optional when you’re working the floor. You need them when you’re on stage.”
“Oh! Now I feel stupid.”
“I never thought to tell you. Don’t worry about it. You may be on your back more than your feet. Things have a way of evening out.” She laughed and tapped her shoulder.
“Really?”
“Everybody is here for a good time and all eyes
are on the new girl...you Figure it out.”
“I think I’ll stick to waitress for a while.”
“Suite yourself. Just make sure you pay attention to the stage if you want to learn how it’s done.”
“When do you dance, Mandy?”
“There’s a rotation. That way everyone gets a chance. And when you’re pulled away unexpectedly, someone picks up the slack. We all work together and help each other. It’s great. A well oiled machine.”
“I see.” Abbey swallowed.
“Do you? The point is to give the patrons the most for their money. The happier they are, the more they drink, gamble...and tip. But I don’t think I have to tell you that.”
“Right. I understand.”
“Just so you know, Abbey. Lorny is crazy over your tits. Looks like a lot of guys are. Anyway, if he comes on to you, it’s okay with me because I know he wants to. Don’t hold back on my account We’re all free spirits around here.”
Abbey was somewhat surprised by her friend’s statement. There was a tiny thread in her voice that made her words unbelievable but she didn’t call her on it. As far as she was concerned, it didn’t mater who was a free spirit and who wasn’t. Not at this point anyway.
Suddenly the music changed and became very loud. About fifteen girls in thongs and see-through netting came running on the stage to begin their rituals. The hoots and whistles almost deafening.
Abbey tried to pay attention. Time flew quickly in a fast paced club like this. Before she knew it, individuals dancers sauntered to tables for lap dances and whatever else the paying customer wanted. Apparently the ‘whatever else’ was up to the dancer.
The whole ambiance was set up to overwhelm. The girls dancing, the implied sex and the music forced an image she’d never imagined. She took a deep breath and observed. The place overflowed with people. The noise level steadily increased, as was Abbey’s own horny-odometer. She couldn’t help it. The visual was a major turn on, just as the whisperer said. “You with the empty tray. Come over here.” Someone yelled and broke her concentration.
“What can I get you?” She scrambled over as fast as she could.
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