The Hostess

by L. P. Gibbs

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  ALAN RANDALL

  Once a lorry driver's mate, Randall had met Chris the doorman at Silk's late one night at Spitalfields, one of the all-night London fruit and vegetable markets to the East of the City. It was at this meeting that Chris had talked to him about the part-time job to help him out on the door of Silk's. Randall was lean, toned and fit, quite strong for his five feet eight inch height. His eyes were probably his most striking feature. Piercing and vivid blue. When he looked at someone, they felt that he was actually staring inside their very soul. When he smiled, it was more with his eyes than anything else. He always wore his dark brown hair fashionably long, swept back and an inch or two over his jacket collar. After a slow and hesitant Monday night start, he eventually took to the job like a duck to water and proved an asset to Silk's.

  Within a fortnight, he was also driving Lenny Harris around in his governor's bright red Jaguar as Harris had lost his licence through drink driving. Randall also came to provide muscle for Harris whenever it was required and very soon became one of the 'faces' around Soho, known as one of Lenny's boys.

  Having worked on the door at Silk's Gentlemen's Club for eight weeks, he was now covering the door duties four nights a week as Chris was spending more time with his girlfriend and Randall had become a fixture in the place. He was now more relaxed in his approach to the job and certainly became more efficient in persuading reluctant customers through the door. He had learned how to 'reel them in'. Eventually, Chris left completely and Randall took over full time.

  Many of the local touts who brought business to the club seemed to think that all the hostesses were fair game and bombarded them with lewd and suggestive comments whenever they came into the club with punters, but Randall was different though. He respected all the girls and understood that they were only there to make a living and nothing else. On many occasions he had to reprimand one of the touts for speaking out of turn. One look told you that he was not a man to be messed with. This earned him the respect of all the girls.

  It was Samantha, however, who really fell for him in a big way. She would find excuses to take more than her fair share of sitting in the foyer when Alan was on duty. Most of the girls disliked having to sit in the foyer, illuminated and on show to the passing public. Randall would sometimes perch himself on the corner of the big desk and chat with her when trade was quiet. It was during one of these chats that she realised she thought she was falling in love with this charismatic man and would often be found resting her chin in her cupped hand, gazing up at him as he spoke, completely lost in his words, her mind exploring sexual fantasies about him.

  By the end of the fifth week they had started with the occasional secretive kiss and things progressed gradually from there. That Saturday night he took her back to his small flat above a florist's shop in Church Street, Edmonton, North London. His romantic kiss was like an electric shock that caused her to involuntarily shiver as his tongue explored her. Within moments, they were in his bedroom and both naked on his double bed, their clothes strewn across the floor.

  As they both fell on the bed, Samantha had expected him to slide on top of her but that was not Alan's intention. Instead, he moved his mouth from her lips down to her nipples for a few delicious moments, circling her breasts before moving to her stomach, then lower, very slowly to one side, passing her pubic area, and down her thigh and leg to her ankle before sliding his tongue around her feet, allowing her big toe to enter his mouth as he sucked tenderly on it.

  With the gentlest of force, he took her by her hips, turned her over to lay flat on her stomach and softly let his tongue slide up the back of her left leg. As he reached the top, he parted her legs by her ankles and she felt his hot tongue sliding between the cheeks of her buttocks. She almost screamed aloud as she fiercely gripped the sheets in both hands, squeezing, her breath almost taken away by this action. Then, after a few moments of his tongue darting back and forth like an electric eel, he began to move his mouth up her slender back, his breath warm and steady on her sweating shoulders as he buried his face into her neck beneath her hair, kissing her and biting her gently with his lips. Samantha could feel the tip of his hard penis pushing gently between her buttock cheeks and she began to breathe heavily in gasps. It was a sensation that she had never experienced before and was not expecting it.

  Suddenly, he was back up on his haunches, firmly lifting her bodily to a kneeling position. She let her head lay down against the pillow and felt him enter her from that position, his strong hands gripping her hips. His penis went in, ….. and in, ….. oh, and she thought it would never stop going in. The man was huge; in girth as well as length. She had never thought that it could be this wonderful and she closed her eyes, giving in to the inevitability.

  Her wondrous orgasm started way down in the depths of her stomach quickly building to a crescendo and she had to bury her head into the deep pillow to prevent herself from screaming out loud as waves of abject pleasure washed over her like a tsunami, the blood pumping fiercely through her temples, her upper arms, legs and feet trembling uncontrollably as she felt him penetrating her ever deeper. After almost a minute the feeling eventually began to subside, leaving her sweating body quivering like a weakened leaf on a tree in a summer breeze.

  Alan slowly withdrew himself from her and she fell forward, face down on the bed, almost exhausted. He took her by the hips and turned her on to her back once more and softly kissed her again. That was when his head moved swiftly down her body, past her navel and disappeared between her thighs, his tongue doing its work once again, rapidly circling her engorged clitoris, flicking it back and forth before sucking it up into his mouth. Samantha was very close to the point where she could not bear the ecstasy any longer. Her fingers clenched together as she grasped a handful of his long hair, holding him there. Suddenly and without warning, she felt the tip of his finger at her anus as it entered slightly and slid rapidly back and forth while his tongue continued to flick. The marvellous feeling was enough. It was less than twenty seconds before her back arched and she let out a piercing scream as he brought her to the most wonderful climax she had ever experienced, her nails digging deep in to his scalp, her hips thrusting upwards, pushing herself into his face. With her body writhing and Alan's hands on her hips, Samantha moaned before eventually relaxing her grip on the back of his head, laying back and almost to the point of unconsciousness.

  He moved himself back up her body to tenderly caress her lips with his and then his mouth was upon hers again as his penis entered her for the second time, his tongue exploring her mouth simultaneously, this time keeping up a slow, steady rhythm as his thick shaft slid in and out of her. She groaned with the pleasure of it, feeling him fill her completely then gently, after a short while, forcefully pushed him off and on to his back before rolling her body on top of his.

  She kissed his mouth, gently and tenderly biting his lower lip then slid herself down, across his throat, over the sparse, dark hair on his chest and let her tongue flicker across his flat stomach. She reached down until her hand found his huge penis and she gripped it firmly, allowing her hand to very slowly slide down the length until it reached the base, then back up again to the head before repeating the action several more times. Samantha felt the warmth of Alan's hand on the back off her head and immediately understood what he wanted. It was something she had never done before but it seemed so natural at that moment. She was so much in love with this man and wanted to do it. Allowing the bulbous tip of his penis to gently slide between her full lips, she took him in her mouth, her lips firmly pressed against the shaft, her tongue underneath the head. She slipped her wet lips backwards and forwards along the length, taking in as much as she possibly could and he groaned aloud.

  After less than a minute, his body suddenly stiffened and he gripped her shoulders as he started to try to push her away from him but her hand was firmly on his buttocks, capturing him and she continued, knowing full well what was about to happen. There w
as the sudden burst of the hot, salty lava hitting the back of her throat as he came and his throbbing manhood pumped the flow rhythmically around her mouth. She could even feel the pumping sensation in the palm of her hand as she kept her grip on his erection. His orgasm lasted no more than fifteen seconds or so and then he gradually released his grip on the back of her head, allowing his hand to slide down to her cheek. With one quick swallow she withdrew, allowing his penis to fall from her mouth, looked up at him and smiled. Alan was laying back, sweating, panting for breath, his eyes closed, a look of complete contentment on his face.

  Samantha was happier than she could ever remember being before and moved up to lay beside him on the bed, her hand softly stroking his face as she tenderly kissed his cheek then his lips as his arms encircled her. He kissed her back and at that moment in time, she knew she was deeply in love for the first time and would do absolutely anything for this wonderful man.

  She realised that she must have fallen asleep after that because the next thing she knew was being aware of the smell of fresh coffee brewing. She opened her eyes to see brilliant sunlight streaming in beams of gold and lilac through the slight gap in the curtains, lighting up the entire bedroom.

  A square, electric alarm clock on the white bedside table at her side told her the time was ten minutes to eight. She idly watched the second hand creep round the face. Only then did Samantha realise where she was. She lay there for a few minutes, thinking back to the events of the previous night. How wonderful it had been. An exercise to be hopefully repeated at the earliest opportunity, she thought.

  Sliding out from beneath the sheets, she hurriedly pulled on her panties, skirt and white blouse, leaving her bra hanging from the back of a chair where it had landed and went out to the kitchen, the source of the wonderful aroma. Alan was making them breakfast. He was completely naked as he put bread into the toaster and turned to smile at her. Then she saw what was hanging between his legs and understood why she had felt the way she did the night before. Enormous wasn't a word that justified the description. Mesmerised, she watched, unable to avert her eyes from watching his circumcised penis swing from side to side as he walked across the linoleum floor of the kitchen and laid the toasted bread on to two plates and began buttering them. He even carried out that movement in a sexual manner that caused her to quiver slightly, sending a shudder, although more of a flutter through her groin area.

  She sat on the chair beside the table as they both ate some of the toast, and while waiting for the percolator to bring the coffee up to the right temperature she mentioned the problem she had discovered in the form of Daniel's covert filming. Randall leaned against the worktop and ate his toast whilst pouring out the coffee, frowning and listening intently to her tale without interrupting her.

  “I hope you haven't got a video camera as well?” she asked with a mischievous grin. He laughed at that suggestion.

  “Perhaps I should get one and keep it just for us,” he told her, pulling her to her feet with a mock lecherous smile etched onto his face.

  As the next four slices were toasting, he came across to her and enveloped her shoulders in his strong arms, kissing her forehead through her tousled hair. She put her arms around his waist and squeezed, unable to believe her luck. Through her thin blouse she could feel his penis nestling between her breasts. She automatically lowered her head slightly and allowed her tongue to slide around the purple head several times. It stiffened immediately.

  With his strong hands under her armpits, he lifted her bodily so that she was sat on the edge of the wooden kitchen table and pushed her on to her back as his fingers hooked around the top of her thin panties and pulled them down and away to fall to the floor. Samantha sucked in her breath in anticipation as she felt the firm head of his erection pushing against her now wet vagina. He lifted her legs so that her ankles rested on his shoulders and then she felt him enter her again. In that position, it felt as if it had gone even deeper than the night before and she let her head droop over the opposite edge of the table, her long hair falling down like a black curtain, a groan emanating from between her panting lips.

  “Oh Alan, fuck me, please,” she whispered to him between breaths. After a few minutes of firm but gentle moving inside her, she knew she was about to come again and let herself relax to enjoy the experience to it's fullest. Suddenly it was there. Her neck arched backwards and she screamed as the ecstatic orgasm caused her to push herself back against his thrusting pelvis, meeting him as he entered her, her nails piercing the skin on the backs of his upper arms and shoulders.

  That was when he pulled her up so that her legs dropped down and wrapped around his torso with him between her thighs, her ankles crossed behind his back. With both hands squeezed on her buttocks, he lifted her up from the table and Samantha's arms automatically enfolded his neck as her mouth pressed fiercely against his lips. She felt impaled upon his hard erection as he lifted, turned and carried her bodily, still deeply penetrating her, to the bedroom where he gently laid her on the edge of the still unmade bed, took her ankles in his hands and pushed them back towards her shoulders so that her knees almost touched her breasts.

  While he was standing beside the bed, Alan's rock-hard penis entered and withdrew quickly in a regular movement like a steam piston, back and forth, deep inside her until, after a few minutes, he began to push more forcefully into her wilting body, his pubic hair meeting her bare, shaven vagina.

  “Come inside me, Alan, please” she said gently just before he groaned aloud and she felt the extreme heat of his ejaculation bursting forth inside her. With her feet still hanging over her shoulders and gripping her slender hips hard, he threw his head back and sighed, his body now motionless but his manhood still pulsating and throbbing as it spurted out it's last.

  Samantha took his face in her hands and pulled him down so that she could kiss him. His tongue darted into her mouth and she reciprocated. They both laid down on the bed, him almost gasping for breath. It was a good ten minutes before either of them said anything. Finally, as Samantha was on the verge of drifting into sleep once more, Alan broke the silence as he leaned up to light a cigarette.

  “I'll bet that coffee's gone cold now,” he said with a grin. She sat up in bed and kissed him tenderly.

  “You stay there and I'll go and make some fresh,” she told him and went out to the kitchen, adjusting the short skirt that had ridden up to her waist. She picked her panties up from the floor of the kitchen and wriggled into them before switching on the percolator and making fresh coffee. Five minutes later she took the two steaming coffee cups through to the bedroom to find Alan sitting up on the bed, his back against a pillow, smoking, and still completely naked.

  “If you don't get dressed,” she warned him, “I'm going to jump on you and have my way with you again.” He sniggered and crushed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.

  “I don't think I could manage another one just yet,” he replied, sliding off the bed and starting to pull on a pair of faded, light blue denim jeans that he had taken from his wardrobe. Samantha had noticed that he never wore underpants. Something else about him that turned her on. She placed the cups beside the bed and sat on the edge to watch him pull a black T-shirt over his head.

  “I'm still a bit worried about that man who's got that film of me,” she said, her expression saying everything that she felt about the subject.

  “Sounds to me like someone should have a word with this Daniel bloke, get the film away from him. I think that would be the best idea,” he said.

  “I wish it were that simple,” she said, exasperated. Then looked pointedly at Randall. “I don't know his address but I'm sure I could find it if I could get to the area. I know it's somewhere near Crystal Palace.” Randall appeared to think about it for a few moments before replying.

  “Tell you what,” he said at length, “I'll run you home in a while then come and pick you up from your place later on, about sevenish. That alright?” Without awaitin
g for an answer, he continued. “We'll have a bit of a wander over to Crystal Palace, mooch round a bit, see if we can find his place and take it from there. See what happens. What d'you think?” Samantha told him that she thought it would be a great idea. He drove her home an hour later, leaving her outside her home and saying that he had things to attend to. She knew better than to ask what.

  At ten minutes past seven that evening, Samantha heard a car horn sounding outside her window. She looked out to see Randall leaning against the nearside wing of his car wearing jeans and an old, black leather jacket and roll-neck sweater. She was pleased to see him for more than one reason and bolted down the stairs, intent on throwing her arms around this wonderful man and showering him with kisses. However, upon reaching the pavement she realised that someone else was sitting in the front passenger seat and so got into the back when Randall held the door open for her. He got behind the wheel and turned to her to speak.

  “This is Roger,” he informed her, indicating the man beside him. He was a huge man who almost took up the entire front of the car. The seat had been pushed as far back as it would go yet his knees were still jammed against the dashboard. The man's face gave the impression of having met more than a few hard objects at some time in the past, craggy and scarred.

  “Hello Roger,” Samantha said sweetly.

  “Alright, love?” came the curt reply over his shoulder and Roger turned back to look ahead through the windscreen. Randall smiled at her.