Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

  Carol leaned over to her friend as Susie took her place in front of the cameras.

  “You minx!”

  Rebecca chuckled.

  “Yeah, but it was hot!”

  “Quiet, please.”

  Sorry Carol mouthed as she turned back to watch as Susie attempted, in her inimitable style to top Rebecca’s performance. Rebecca leaned in and mouthed in Carol’s ear.

  “Lose yours now, honey, his face will be a picture when he realizes!”

  Carol’s mouth dropped open at the sheer audacity of Rebecca’s comment but, after a moment’s thought, the wantonness of the action percolated into her pleasure center and she nodded her assent. Trying hard not to allow Andy to notice her movements she stepped back a pace and to the side so that Rebecca was between her and the cameraman before quickly reaching up under her skirt and pulling the panties down. Andy was completely intent on the blonde beauty in front of him who had now exposed her entire long legs to him and was already reaching for the top of her panties without the coy movement of turning her back.

  Stepping clear, Carol quickly retrieved the garment from the floor and handed it to Rebecca who winked and they both returned to watching as their friend, teasingly slowly, eased her panties down her legs, in the process totally exposing her blonde pubes and her pussy to the camera.

  Two minutes later, Carol traded places with Susie, a knowing smile playing on her lips. When she took her place in front of the cameras she glanced at her friends and Susie winked at her. Rebecca had obviously shown Susie the pair of Carol’s panties she was holding. Instead of merely standing there and sliding the skirt up her legs as her two friends had done, Carol decided to do something different. She began to dance to an imaginary beat, just as she had done on several occasions for Phil, and raised her arms up above her head. The short skirt rode higher as she did so, exposing more and more leg and the ubiquitous stocking top. She brought her arms down again and bent at the waist, shimmying her breasts at the camera, the smile on Andy’s face showing his approval of her approach. On straightening up again she turned away and bent at the waist, this time knowing the skirt hem would ride high enough to provide a glimpse of bare thighs above the stocking tops. The floor level camera could probably already see her bare pussy but, of course, Andy didn’t know that just yet. She dropped her hands back to her sides and gathered the fabric of the skirt in her fingertips, lifting the hem several inches higher.

  She bent forward once more, still facing away from him, knowing the skirt length was now too short to keep the hem below her ass, that any moment she would expose her pussy to him. She shimmied again, shaking her ass cheeks, sending the skirt moving sideways in counterpoint to it, and finally bent over, placing her hands on the glass desk. There was no sound from Andy, who somehow maintained his professional detachment at the sight in front of him. She continued to dip lower, dropping her head below the level of the desk between her outstretched arms and simultaneously shuffling her feet apart. There could be no doubt now that every camera trained on her had a perfect view of her pussy.

  “Cut! That was naughty, Carol. Naughty, but very good.”

  Rebecca stepped from behind the cameras and spread Carol’s panties on the desk top in front of Carol’s position exactly as the other two pairs were. At a signal from Andy, they all returned to their seats behind the desks ready to continue the speech.

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  Back behind the desk the three women quickly assumed the same positions they had done before although, of course, this time the lack of panties would provide the floor cameras with some rather more immodest shots. Carol thought about it for a moment and adjusted the way she crossed her legs, allowing a gap to appear between the top knee and the bottom one. This increased the exposure of her legs and possibly provided a glimpse through to her pussy. Almost as an afterthought, she hiked her skirt up on the side to increase the expose.

  She glanced over at Susie to see her tall blonde friend had slumped even further down into her seat this time and, with her skirt hiked as far as the top of her thighs, was obviously showing hers to the camera as well.

  “Pick up where you left off, please, ladies.”

  They carried on the dry recitation of the accomplishments of Phil’s mayoral stint for a couple of minutes before Andy finally interjected.

  “Right, ladies, drop one hand into your laps and start playing, you know what I mean. Keep talking though. Go.”

  Carol licked her lips and allowed her hand to drop from the desk top and slid it forward onto her exposed thigh. This particular position didn’t really give her much chance to play, as Andy had put it, so she slowly uncrossed her legs, allowing her knees to relax apart. She heard a sigh from Susie on her left and guessed her hand she must already have reached her pussy. At the moment there was more for the other two to read than her, so she concentrated on her feelings rather than the script.

  Her hand slowly slid up the front of her skirt toward her waist, no longer conscious of the cameras filming the process as her fingertips sought to provide the release her body now craved. Her consciousness noted that all three of them had now stopped reading and were all concentrating on the sensations they were inducing in themselves. The hem of her skirt was now tucked into her waistband, totally exposing her pussy to Andy who had crawled under the table to film her from close-up once more. She spread her legs further apart, completely drawn in by the moment, by the need to achieve her own personal nirvana.

  Suddenly she sensed Andy was no longer in front of her and, glancing around, realized he’d moved to position himself in front of Susie. As she watched through passion-lidded eyes, she saw her blonde neighbor’s body stiffen as she moaned out her orgasm. Andy filmed for another few seconds before moving to a position in front of Rebecca who also came almost immediately. The sights and sounds were too much for Carol and she came herself a few seconds later.

  “Now, the big finish, ladies, lick your juices off your fingers, please, and then strip the camisoles off, let’s get some tits in view.”

  Carol raised her hand to her lips, noticing the copious quantity of her fluids that coated her fingers, and extended the tip of her tongue to touch the index finger. Slowly, one at a time, she brought her wet fingers up to her mouth and sucked the juices from them.

  Unable to postpone the event any longer, she reached for the hem of her only covering above the waist and quickly stripped it up, over and off, tossing it lightly to the side. Looking around she realized the other two had already completed their part of the process and had been sitting there topless, watching her savor the taste of herself. She couldn’t help the lascivious shiver that passed down her spine, making her breasts bob under the studio lights.

  “Now, big finish to the speech, please. Feel free to caress yourselves as you do but don’t obscure the camera angles too much.”

  “So, please remember to support Phil Taylor for mayor at this election. If you do, I’m sure that Susie, Carol and I, Rebecca, will be able to make your choice of candidate something very memorable for you.”

  “It’s your choice and, if you make the right choice, I’m sure that I, Carol, can clearly demonstrate to you how right you were to do so.”

  Carol completed her piece with her fingers pinching her nipples and almost holding them out to the camera. She hadn’t bothered to readjust her skirt. Underneath the table her pussy was still on full display, it was also still pulsing gently and she desperately wanted to feel something inside it.

  “And that’s a wrap!”

  Carol realized she hadn’t even heard Susie deliver her final sentence to the camera, instead she had been concentrating on her own body’s reactions.

  “One more thing before you go, ladies!”

  “Oh?”

  Andy outlined his erection through his jeans with both hands.

  “One of you will have to take care of this for me.”

  “That one’s mine!”

  Rebecca almost leapt out of her chair a
nd raced around the desk to reach Andy before the other two could react. Carol smiled, aware the cameras were still rolling as Andy turned sideways on to them and pushed Rebecca to her knees at his feet.

  Epilogue

  “As the duly appointed electoral authority for this city I hereby declare that Phillip Taylor has been duly re-elected as mayor for the next four years.”

  The rest of the announcement was lost as the rec room erupted into cheers. The huge TV screen in the corner was showing a close-up of a grinning Phil as he hugged Lizzie, his wife, to him and turned back to wave to the cheering throng.

  In the rec room the champagne corks popped and all the men were on their feet cheering, clapping and pounding on each other’s backs. Carol, Susie and Rebecca were sitting on the bar top, trying to keep out of the general melee and free for all.

  Their matching ultra-short but elegant cocktail dresses gave perfect testimony to their reason for being there, as did the stocking tops clearly visible below the dress hems. The culmination of several months’ work had now been achieved and the three women clinked glasses handed to them by Amy from behind the bar. Discovering their boss’s secretary in the rec room had been a surprise, seeing her dressed identically to themselves an even bigger once.

  “Cheers, ladies!”

  “Cheers.”

  Suddenly they realized the men had gone quiet and now the clapping began again, this time as a more unified sound with a definite beat. Shrugging, the four women put down their champagne glasses and the three seated ones slid to their feet. They made their way through the throng to join Vicki, the three special assistants’ secretary, who, also dressed identically to them, was waiting on the stage.

  “Right, let the show begin!”

  Another round of cheers drowned out the droning news report on the TV which was quickly switched off as someone else turned the music on.

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  The small stage in the corner was quite crowded with the five women all there, but four of them had rehearsed this evening’s entertainment. Carol thought the addition of Amy for the occasion wouldn’t present too many difficulties, especially if she could dance as well as her niece, Vicki.

  “Don’t worry, honey. Who do you think taught her all she knows?”

  Amy’s comment brought a stifled snort of laughter from Carol as she realized the other woman had quietly and efficiently read her thoughts. Without further comment, Amy squeezed past the other women and took the microphone from its stand. The men who had been quite vociferous over the last couple of minutes, quietened down as she smiled at them.

  “Gentlemen, I think it’s time for this party to begin, don’t you?”

  There was a concerted roar of approval.

  “As a special treat for you, and as a thank you for all your efforts, Phil has asked me to begin the proceedings. Are there any objections?”

  “No!” came back the thunderous reply from the crowd.

  “Good, then if you would be kind enough to turn the music up, I’ll begin. I promise you, you won’t be disappointed.”

  Carol realized the reason their surprise addition hadn’t been to any of the rehearsals was her intention to lead off the entertainment on stage so she would be clear before the others began their acts.

  Amy turned and smiled at the other women and gently shooed them to the extreme back of the stage giving her a small area in front of them in which to work. The music swelled in volume as someone found the remote and Carol had to admit the beat was compelling as Amy’s hips began to swing back and forth in time to the music. Replacing the microphone on its stand, she lifted that to one side to clear the deck and lifted her hands above her head to clap in time to the music. Several of the onlookers joined in and, Carol noticed with a start, so had Vicky and Susie. Shrugging, she looked across at Rebecca, smiled and began to clap as well, leaving Carol with no option other than to join in.

  Amy stopped clapping and began to increase her range of movements, moving her feet as well as her hips and very quickly she demonstrated her boast about teaching her niece was, in fact, no idle one. Slowly the clapping from the men dropped away as they began to concentrate on the sexy sight of the woman dancing in front of them. The other women continued to clap and Carol watched as all of the men’s eyes fixed on Amy’s whirling and gyrating body. She realized every man present had seen herself, Rebecca, Susie or Vicki naked or near naked, or even all four of them at some time. Indeed, most of them had fucked one or more of them, many several times. None of them, as far as Carol knew, had even had a glimpse at Amy’s cleavage or thighs, let alone anything more. That appeared to be about to change and Carol felt herself respond to the situation.

  Amy turned her back to her audience and winked at the women watching her as she reached behind herself and slowly drew the dress zip down an inch at a time to further acclaim from the watching men.

  Once the zip was all the way down, she turned back to face the men once more, the opening in the dress at the back displayed to Carol, the reason for the loudest roar. It was obvious from the band of black silk tied tightly with a zigzag of laces that she was wearing a corset of some sort rather than a bra. Without missing a beat, Amy raised her hands to the back of her neck and undid the hook and eye that kept the top of the dress together, allowing the fabric to hang much more loosely at her shoulders.

  “Off… Off… Off …”

  The chant went up as the men crowded around the foot of the stage eager to see the newly exposed flesh. From her raised position on the stage Carol could see over their heads and her eyes locked with those of Peter, her husband, watching from the back of the crowd. With Carol there he was obviously a little reluctant to focus too intently on what the other woman was doing. She smiled reassuringly at him and he winked back before turning his head to speak to the man standing next to him. Carol’s face instantly froze as she recognized the man.

  Standing next to her husband and currently chatting animatedly with him was Chris Alum. The CEO of the largest commercial enterprise to agree to relocate to the city had also been responsible for the absolute nadir of Carol’s career as a special assistant for the mayor. His idea of sex had turned out to be too rough and Peter had thrown a fit at the bruising on Carol’s back and bottom from the one night she had spent with him. It was obvious Peter didn’t know who he was talking to. Carol desperately wanted to go to him and drag him away but, with the rest of the men pressing around the edge of the stage, there was no way for her to do so.

  A cheer went up and Carol glanced away to see Amy’s dress cascading to the floor in a pile of silk, revealing the sheer black lace basque the woman was wearing. Carol found herself nodding approvingly, the look was definitely sexy on the slightly more mature woman. Vicki, Amy’s niece, grabbed the microphone as the cheering subsided.

  “You want to see more?”

  “Yes!”

  “You bet!”

  “Lose em all, honey!”

  “I wanna see those tits!”

  “Sod the titties, I want to see some pussy!”

  “Show us the cunt!”

  The comments became rowdier and lewder as they appeared to be trying to outdo each other. A new rock song started playing and Amy broke out of her still life pose and began to move to the new faster beat. This time she wasn’t alone. Without prompting and certainly without rehearsal, Susie moved forward and, laying her hands gently on Amy’s waist from behind, began to sway in unison with her. Susie then bent forward and whispered in Amy’s ear. It was loud enough for Carol, only three or four feet behind them, to hear although she didn’t think it would have carried as far as the men in front of the stage.

  “Allow me, sugar! If they want to see more, allow me to show them some more. Yours, that is!”

  Without waiting for a reply, the tall blonde moved in closer until she was cradling Amy’s scantily clad body back against her own. Despite the high heels, Amy was still much shorter than her new dancing compan
ion and, as a result, instead of grinding her crotch into Amy’s ass, Susie was actually pushing her thighs into the shapely posterior presented to her. Her hands moved to Amy’s stomach and again Carol heard her whisper to her.

  “What’s it to be? Do you want me to remove the basque or the panties next? Which do you think they want to see most?”

  Carol, positioned slightly to the side, was able to catch the look on Amy’s face as Susie continued to manipulate her as they danced. The mayor’s secretary had obviously planned on slowly teasing the men in front of her by seductively peeling off the basque first. Now Susie was almost threatening to remove the panties first which, given the flimsy nature of the offending garment, would be a much quicker action. Carol smiled, she had herself been treated this way by Susie and knew the shock on Amy’s face was part fake, part real and part anticipation. She licked her lips, knowing Susie wasn’t going to take no for an answer and Amy’s was going to be the first pussy on view in the room tonight. It wouldn’t be the last by a long chalk, but it was certainly going to be the first.

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