Let me show you what I can do. You'll never want me out of your employment once you've seen how damned hot I am. I'll own you before the night's out, Mr Big-shot.
She licked all around Kong's salty head, then stretched wide to suck him in, filling her mouth with hot hard cock. Mmmm ... King Cock. She'd have laughed aloud had her lips not been wrapped around so much throbbing dick-meat. Her tongue stroked him as she vacuumed, that hard-worked body tightening under her slurp. He was swollen near to bursting and she wondered with a flash of concern whether she was expected to finish the job. Not something she was used to?a girl of class had to have standards. But if that was what Gavin wanted? She might have to prove her mouth's talent before she could use it as a trap to snare him. So down she surged, taking him dangerously into the back of her mouth. Look, Gavin. This is how a Chelsea girl can please her man when he's been good. Hear how I make him groan?
"That's it, Clarissa, you bad girl. Suck him deep. Shut your eyes and get into it."
His voice was closer than before. I am into it. Can't you see? I'll show you what a naughty bitch I can be. To prove it she reached behind to seize both ass cheeks, pulling herself further down Kong's shaft, closing her eyes and luxuriating in the sense of all that cock in her throat. Clementine stroking her hair to encourage like a sexy little-sister, observing her cock-sucking progress. Gavin's voice growling its arousal as she pleasured a stranger. Kong groaning, all his thick veiny inches throbbing against the caress of her mouth. Throbbing towards climax.
Crazy night?so crazy it absorbed Clarissa's thoughts and made her cunt drip. Moments passed before her dizzied brain registered the click-zip click-zip click-zip in her ear. Camera ... Pictures ... Hey, what the fuck?
She emptied her mouth of cock with a glutinous gasp and turned to see Gavin, peering through a lens several feet away and homing closer. He continued to click his silver wafer of a camera as Kong fired off his first cum-shot, the warm fluid splattering against her cheek. Wincing she backed off, but stumbled in heels and fell onto her ass on the platform, the skirt of her dress riding up her thighs. Clementine swooped to capture the jolting rod in her mouth and suck up the rest of its gushing orgasm.
"What are you doing?" Clarissa railed at Gavin. "Put that down! You said no cameras allowed!"
"They're not. I've been granted a special dispensation by the management."
"What? Why? Gavin, what are you playing at?" She clattered to her feet, gripping the frame. A single instant had flipped her circumstances from erotic to shit-scary. Beside her Kong's body was sagging with sexual release, Clementine carrying out painstaking clean-up operations.
Gavin slipped the camera nonchalantly into an inside pocket. "Insurance."
"Insurance? For what?"
"For when I threaten to fire your undeniably well-formed ass and you consider crying to daddy with some phoney claim of harassment."
"Fire me? Why? My work has ..."
"Your work has been shit, Clarissa," he said with dispassion. "For six weeks you've been arranging spa treatments or Twittering when you should have been following up queries from key clients, one of which your negligence nearly lost. I took you on as a favour to the father who was tired of paying interest on his daughter's credit cards and in despair of her ever getting a job. He told me that if you fucked up this shot at employment?and make no mistake, you've fucked up royally?there'd be no running back to him so he can recommence funding your Bond Street lifestyle."
Clarissa's face scorched. Everything he'd said was maddeningly true. Her lacklustre performance had been muttered about at the water-cooler for weeks. She'd known time was running out. It had been at least one motive in fluttering eyelashes at her handsome boss.
"Of course," Gavin continued, calm and relentless, "I don't underestimate the wiles of a daddy's princess. So these photographs?and I don't think I've misread you here?will provide the additional leverage required."
"Leverage to ... to ... So you are sacking me?"
"God, no. You need to learn an honest day's work. You're going to graft that ass of yours clean off starting Monday and if there's a hint of you slacking, I'll start sending out untraceable photos of Sebastian Beaumont's little girl sucking cock in a high-class sex club. Understood?"
All too clearly. Clarissa's head swam with panic at the notion. It would be her social ruin. Clementine was staring up at her placidly, observing her reaction. Behind his mask she was sure Kong held similar fascination. "God, you bastard. I thought you liked me!"
"I didn't quite catch that, Clarissa ..."
Pretentions all crumbled, she mumbled a bitter and defeated "Yes".
"Good. Then wash. There's spunk all over your face and you need to look pristine. To start with at any rate. Clementine, will that dress do?"
"Absolutely. It clings to her figure so beautifully. God, she'll be perfect."
Panic returned to Clarissa triple-fold. "Perfect? Perfect for what? Gavin, what the hell's going on?"
Gavin's hard face resolved into a smile. He radiated such wicked delight that her knees buckled and she had to grip the frame. Never had evil been so immaculately groomed and debonair. So intent on getting its way.
"Clarissa, my dear, you don't think I went to all this trouble just so I could get you to work on time? There'll be another full house very shortly and you're going to give them a performance to remember. Didn't I tell you? It's amateur night."
* * * *
Clarissa stood in shadow, clutching at her dress's tight fabric, bare feet scrunched against the hard-wood floor. From the other side of the dividing wall she could hear music and the babble of an assembling audience.
Two hours prior she'd been seated out there herself, anticipating a voyeuristic treat. Now voyeur would become object of erotic scrutiny. She clutched the rim of the Perspex bath, making soapy water slosh about within. The container resembled a giant dessert bowl, and guess who'd be served up ... Harry the stage manager had looked her over as he ran the tub, no doubt imagining the beauty soon to occupy it.
She tried to slow her breathing, quell the fluttering in her stomach. Clarissa was no stranger to stage nerves. As Hippolyta in her sixth-form college's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, she'd ended up wringing her hands in the wings. Only then she hadn't been expected to strip butt-naked in front of the ranks of parents and fellow-students.
"But anyone could be out there," she'd remonstrated to Gavin.
"That's a gamble you'll have to take." He'd eyed her, quietly smug, as her fists clenched. Every time she made for the door her limbs had locked in dread of his threat.
In the auditorium music died and lights dropped; she saw the snap-fade through the crack either side of the stage's dividing wall. God ... Fuck ... This was it. Her big unrehearsed performance. She couldn't do it. She'd freeze in the lights, be shamed and incur Gavin's terrible penalty. He'd start sneaking out the pornographic snaps, use all her painstakingly networked connections against her. Whispers would multiply and her place in London society would be compromised utterly.
God help me ...
"All set for a stunning debut?" A whisper, devilish not divine, made her body start. So the mini-receiver in her ear was working perfectly. She had an image of Gavin serene with his discreet radio mike awaiting her grand entrance. "It's a full house, Clarissa," his voice said, "but I'll guide you through the whole thing. Follow every instruction to the letter and you'll be a sensation. And don't worry?you won't be alone out there for long."
God, she knew it. Before she could ruminate more on her fate, its cogs and those of the stage mechanics meshed into operation. The great disc began its smooth one-eighty rotation, Clarissa's heart hammering as she and the set glided about. Smoky jazz and darkness met her arrival?the swan-like maiden, fair hair wrapped in a chignon, about to disrobe at bath-time.
"Stand tall, girl. Don't flinch." Gavin's disembodied voice galvanized her before stage-level lights blinked on, blinding her in their bluish glare. Her vision adjusted, but
there was nothing to see beyond the stage more than vague shapes. Her audience was shrouded in darkness, but they could sure as hell see her.
One of them continued muttering instructions. "Reach down and test the water." The words possessed her before fear could do so. She bent to the tub and scooped beneath a surface of extravagant bubbles. Warm and inviting like a real bath-night. "All alone and secret in your room. You can't wait for that water to envelope your naked body. So strip. Slowly."
Clarissa's hands crept up her bosom and crossed to pluck the straps of her dress away from her shoulders.
"That's right, tease them. Hold the moment. Now, pull it right down." She tugged the clinging fabric to her waist, cleavage displayed within her delicate white-lace bra. Gavin's instructions compelled her onward; the skirt of the dress she gripped by its hem, drawing it upwards into a band around her middle, revealing her thong-clad loins. Then she peeled it down over thighs and legs in a smooth glide and stepped out, drawing it aside daintily with her toe.
Long and lissom in her tiniest under-garments. Gazes burning on her milky skin. And no respite from his commands.
"Now the brassiere. Simple, innocent. No fuss."
She unsnapped at the back, shrugged the straps off her shoulders. Mortification paused her, that and the realisation of how wet she was. Of how some kinked part of her was getting off on stripping in public. Laying herself bare for all those staring eyes. The brassiere tumbled from her breasts. Pretty peaches all on show. Nipples upturned and hard in the blazing light. Cheers vying with the music as her fingers twitched at her panty-thong.
"Take them off. Ass out and knickers off, girl. Nice and slow." She bent, tugged and drew the thong downwards. "That's it. Thrust. Peel that thong from your bum-crack. Show us all you've got."
Gavin, speaking for every ogling spectator as she exposed her ass completely, and her puffy cunt-lips too. The sophisticated Blue Nile audience gave vent to pure lust, wolf-whistling and calling out male and female alike, as she thrust her bared bottom and wriggled free of all clothing.
"Clarissa Beaumont buck-naked on stage. Quite a fucking sight. Now get in the bath and soap that up-market ass."
Bloody, bloody bastard! Making it worse with every word he spoke?deepening her shame, making her wetter and more swollen, evil fuck!
Warm water enveloped and caressed her thighs as she stepped into the bowl. She wanted to lie down, provide what degree of obscurity the suds allowed in the transparent tub. Her instructor did not allow it.
"Kneel in the water. Use the wash-rose. Give everyone a good view." The rose was floating in the suds and she picked it up, dabbing at herself. "Use it properly," the smooth voice urged. "Luxuriate." She succumbed to her body's sluttier urgings?it was easier that way?thrusting out her tits and spreading bubbles over them, squeezing the rose to her chest so that soapy water rivered to her stomach. Laving shoulders and the nape of her neck till water rolled down her breasts and back, turning her slippery all over. Eyes closed, giving herself up to sensuality.
Then the inevitable instruction: "Lie back. Wash everywhere."
The audience's view into the bowl was too direct for the water to afford her any modesty, so she lay across the tub, stretching out her beautiful body and drawing the wash-rose down to her exposed crotch. That much she could cover herself. The gauzy folds pressed to her wet labia and she writhed under the touch. So sweet, so wrong. She was crushing the rose to her clitoris, massaging in circles before she realised how much it excited her.
"Look at you, Clarissa, starting to enjoy." Goddamn, the bastard was right. She couldn't help herself.
She was almost relaxing into her public masturbation when an intruder entered stage right. A diminutive figure shining a torch crept stealthily past the tub, then reared up, suited in black to her stockinged head. A sexy cat-burglar stealing in to surprise a girl in the middle of her ablutions. Clementine ripped off the stocking-mask with a flourish and whipped her hair three-sixty like a blond propeller-blade. The crowd cheered her sexy entrance and she responded with sinuous dance moves that brought her leering over the bath, gripping the rim. She smiled as she leaned low, before her mouth took possession of Clarissa's, tongue slithering inside. The staged scenario possessed the upper-class girl too and she gave herself up to seduction, kissing in return, intoxicated by the rhythm of the blonde's tender mouth on hers, that silky stroking tongue.
Clementine pressed the torch into her hand as she kissed and whispered into the ear unoccupied by Gavin's voice. "Shine it on me."
She pushed away from the bath. Clarissa held the torch where it had been placed, thrusting from her loins like a great rubber phallus. Its beam stayed on Clementine, who had recommenced her lusty hip-swaying. She tore a Velcro-ed panel from her bodice revealing her firm, full tits, her striptease as brazen as Clarissa's had been tentative. The remainder of the top she peeled fluidly from her upper body, before swivelling around and pushing her rear over the bath's edge. Her skin-tight leggings had fastenings down both sides; Clarissa's torch lit it all up as she unzipped down each leg, waist to heel, black spandex dropping away from taut thighs and firm round bottom.
"Use the torch. Go on, be creative." Filthy bastard... He was adoring this. What could she do but comply? Besides, since he had her in this bind, was she going to look a total amateur? She splashed back onto her knees, gripping her rubber cock-substitute. Clementine's back was arched and her legs spread, enough space between her crotch and the tub's rim to facilitate insertion. Clarissa plunged the smooth shaft through the gap and worked it back and forth. There was a lewd fascination in the way Clementine's cunt-folds slithered against it. She pistoned harder, the blonde leaning into the action to ride the stick, as in some bizarre contest between bathing belle and home-invader. It was fixating, the motion of thrusting ass-cheeks and squish of lips against the improvised dildo. Clarissa had not banked on exploring her bi-curiosity in quite this way.
Her reverie was interrupted by a tug on the torch by Clementine, one which pulled her fist hard to the dancer's cheeks. The blonde's other hand shot in reverse and seized the back of Clarissa's head. The newbie performer gasped as torch was wrenched from her grasp and Clementine's spread crotch pressed into her face.
"Go on. Give the pretty burglar what she wants."
Clarissa balked an instant, then her tongue protruded and she sampled the tang of Clementine's glistening folds. Weird and exotic?like sweet pulpy fruit. Her first taste of another girl.
"Don't be shy, Clarissa. Get acquainted."
Damn him! Clementine clutched hard, made the bath-girl her cunt-licking bitch. Clarissa, along with her stage character, was clean out of options, so she took the only one available?squirm her tongue through Clementine's slit and plunge into that hot hole. Girl-musk in her nose and on her taste-buds. Saxophone blare and audience yells?as she pressed her face into that slithering gash and tongue-fucked hard. The bucking of Clementine's body surged through her as the blonde rode her face.
"Now we've got a show. And the crowd fucking love it."
Clementine released her grip and Clarissa fell back into the water, reeling from intimacy with the other girl's pussy. The professional performer turned around wielding the torch and for a scary moment Clarissa thought she was going to get fucked with the hard-rubber tube. Clementine set it aside, however, and advanced over the bowl's rim, mischief on her face. Clarissa gasped to have the blonde's naked form climb onto hers, big-nippled orbs skating over her slick thighs and stomach. Her breath was stolen completely as Clementine tongued her nipples in turn, their eyes locking as she stroked the areolae. The buxom vixen had her gripped in some erotic enchantment, for she found herself locked mouth and limbs with the girl in a soapy embrace. Before hundreds of gazes they were curling tongues together, Clementine's breasts squishing against hers. And when that hand scurried between her thighs, when the finger thrust, she ceased to care who the hell was watching.
"Christ, my work here is done." The voice laughed softly i
n her ear as sensation rippled outward through her flesh from her finger-fucked erotic centre. No more words were received or required, for the experience consumed her. Two nude girls, squirming and thrashing in a tub of warm bubbles, curvy youngster leading the novice in a filthy lesbian improvisation.
It would come to Clarissa in flashes, memories to make her shudder and cream. That initial interlude?her hands full with Clementine's slippery tits, getting her show-partner's body as shiny with soap as hers, as the blonde's finger persisted in its frigging. Then the wriggling manoeuvre by which Clementine's legs ended up wrapped around her upper thigh, both girls thrusting rhythmically together so that one's clitoris mashed that of the other. Gripping the rim of the bath with both hands, grinding steadily where their bodies forked, building up sweet friction. Clementine's gaze locked into hers, their connection in that moment everything in the world.
She craved orgasm and for the blonde to come with her, but Clementine slid back and flipped like a dolphin; in an instant she had Clarissa's legs stretched to the ceiling in an elegant scissors, and was going down on her. Christ, another girl's mouth on her clit?this would push her to insanity. That pointy feminine tongue flicked exquisitely on her nub, naughty fingers delving, her theatrical lover licking and frigging till her head rolled back and she moaned like a whore. Shit, this was as wonderful in its way as taking cock.
Climax was denied again as her partner worked another fleet turnabout, ending reversed and on top, spread thighs gripping Clarissa's head, cunt thrust in her face. This time Clarissa was equal to the task; as Clementine braced against the rim and thrust back to hump her face, the society girl tongued her partner lustily, reaching beneath Clementine's wet body to fondle and squeeze her suspended tits. She wanted to make the hot devious slut come in her face?to prove herself worthy of this outrageously sexy trial. Together they rocked the bowl till water slopped over the edge.
Clementine got the better of her. Climbing crab-like about the tub she crouched above Clarissa, kissing and stroking her into submission, eyes alight with passion, hair trailing in the water. "You on top." They reversed positions and Clarissa made for her mouth, but Clementine pulled her close to speak in her ear. "Stand outside the bowl and kiss me." Clarissa climbed out, meek and dripping. She only realised when stretched over the edge, lain across Clementine and mouth-to-mouth, what was going on. She was backed onto the audience, thighs split in a wide V, as her partner reached under and teased her clit. Their mouths remained locked, Clementine's arm embracing her neck as those fingers went strumming.
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