How It All Began Ch. 03byTheTravellingMan©
"Another drink?" asked Jack looking at the tail-end of his pint.
The pub was heaving full now, it was the busiest part of the evening and Jack could see it was at least three deep at the bar. The chit-chat was intermingled with laughter and a hum of background music; it was difficult to be heard without shouting.
"Nah, let's go down to the Marshall, " replied Fay coyly.
"The Marshall?" asked Jack wryily, "Why? You fancy a lapdance?"
Jack smiled wickedly as he watched Fay take one step closer, pressing herself against him and discretely placing a hand on his crotch.
On tip-toe Fay leant into the side of Jack's head squeezing his swelling package.
"No, but you might like one, I would like to watch," whispered Fay.
Jack's firm hand reached around her waist and cupping her pert bottom, squeezed it firmly as Fay pressed her groin against his thigh.
"I'm not wearing any knickers either, I had to have a little play in the loo, I'm soaking," whispered Fay.
Fay was softly grinding her crotch now against Jack's demin clad thigh trying to get some friction onto her clit.
"You're like a bitch on heat," replied Jack in a low voice, "I should have fucked you before we went out."
"Mmm, I'm your bitch on heat. " whispered Fay squeezing Jack's semi-hard cock again.
Fay was wearing a very light summer dress with a cream and red rose print, it was cotton and flimsy to suit the balmy June evening, it covered her legs to mid-thigh and it was obvious to Jack that she was not wearing a bra. Fay was bare-legged and now Jack had to contend that this was possibly the only garment she was wearing to hide her naked body.
Releasing Jack's cock, Fay took a slight step backward.
"Come on then Jack, some of the girls are there too, I got a text, " said Fay with a hint of eagerness.
A little excited at Fay's immediacy and surprise, Jack thought back to more of Fay's missives and he smiled as he realised the weeks had turned into one month. It had been a month of discovery, a surprising amount of intimacy juxtaposed with the unalloyed and ungirdled fucking. Fay was a self-confessed slut and despite their agreement on that first night, Jack cared for Fay in much the same way as she did for him and to any casual observer, they looked like an item.
Since that memorable first night, Fay had admitted to taking part in almost every single sexual act between consenting adults and longed to find a man that would provide her with the gratification of her sexual appetite as well as a consort to share her with others. Jack found her incredibly honest in her sexuality and for the first time in his life; he was honest to her with his own and that had aroused Fay immensely. Jack was never one that was quick to judge and could empathise with Fay when recollecting his own frustrations in a string of staid, unadventurous relationships and encounters.
Taking the short walk to the Marshall, they got there in just under the 10pm admission charge. One of the doormen smiled as Fay skipped up the one doorstep and gave a acknowledging nod to Jack.
Pulling the large black doors open, the bar was only slightly busy, it's decor of dark violet and deep crimson projected an air of weary sophistication, it felt welcoming enough and the slight chill of the air conditioning was suitably refreshing. Jack looked to the UV lights and could see that the DJ was the epitome of louche in his small cubicle wearing a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses, stubble and a bright neon purple shirt as he pushed some swoopy Belaric tunes out of the soundsystem. To use the words "Public" and 'Bar' on the Victorian facade glasswork wasn't strictly right, it wasn't a members club either but numbers were limited to only two hundred at a push and the drinks weren't cheap either. There wasn't much of a dance floor, it was more a small area where each of the lap-dancers showed off their moves to drum up business.
The Marshall was a popular haunt for guys to ogle the four cage dancers or take up a public or private lapdance usually egged on by their mates. Fay had told Jack that the Marshall had a reputation, the gossip was scurrilous of private sex parties with some of the dancers and occasionally, the local constabulary had arrived without notice to give the place the once over. This gave it an air of danger and the rumours gave it a frisson of sexual excitement. The kind of people you could meet in here varied from the downright seedy to the fresh-faced curious. There were men looking to enjoy some uncovered flesh but there was a small contingent of women, looking to also enjoy the dancers but also to tease the men. Fay had called it as easy as shooting fish in a barrel and Jack had no reason at all to doubt her.
At the back of the Marshall were six or so crescent shaped booths to seat eight in comfort with a tall table and high seats. These tables had a service charge on the price of the drinks, it was there that Fay headed straight for. It was easy to survey the entire bar from this vantage point and with the traffic created by the table service it made unwanted attention unlikely.
"Zoe!" shrieked Fay.
"Hey!" shrieked Zoe back.
"Girls!" shrieked Fay.
More shrieking followed.
"Girls, this is Jack," said Fay.
"Hi Jack," came the happy reply from the four girls in unison .
"Ok, Jack, this is Karen, Zoe, Miriam, Debs.", said Fay pointing out each girl in turn.
Each of them were certainly easy on the eye, Fay was clearly the waif petite one, Karen was blonde, fit and toned, she was also dressed in a silvery sequined dress. Zoe and Miriam were a little fuller in figure and Zoe was certainly blessed in the bosom stakes together with a pretty fresh face. Debs was more petite and more wiry than Fay by nature of being taller.
Jack raised a hand to wave a little reticently not wanting to appear too over-confident. The mental image of a pride of lionesses sprang to mind and he didn't want to attract their scorn by appearing too informal or too arrogant.
"Jack, come and sit here, I have to get to work," suggested Karen.
She stood out of the booth allowing Jack to admire the sequins clinging to her compact figure as they caught the low lights, as Jack looked down, he admired the black fishnet stockings and a tall pair of heels.
"Work?" asked Jack a little confused.
The girls laughed.
"Yes, here. I'm one of the dancers," replied Karen.
With that, it was like a flick of a switch and Jack instinctively surveyed more intently what he could see, a very tight dress that pushed her ample cleavage upward and the dress only just covered her stocking tops which were held in place with four suspenders each down to the black high heels that tightened her calves..
"Ok," croaked Jack.
The girls laughed again as Karen enjoyed putting Jack on the spot.
"And it's nice to be appreciated too, you can put your eyeballs back in now," stated Karen calmly.
The girls roared as Jack gingerly took his seat sandwiched in-between Zoe and Fay; chasten and blushing as the pride had bitten him playfully.
"Drinks?" asked Zoe.
"After that, yes, a big one." sighed Jack.
Shortly afterwards Zoe smiled as she raised a glass to Jack and Fay.
"Cheers!" said Zoe brightly.
"Cheers!" came the reply in unison.
With the ice well and truly broken, Jack slowed became his charming and effusive self with his bravado was aided considerably by the volume of alcohol he had already consumed. Fay left his side to mingle with the' girls around the other side of the booth. Remarking to himself that Zoe was easy company, Jack lobbed up an easy open question which then led to a myriad of possibilities and plenty of flirtatious avenues to take the conversation.
Zoe was certainly receptive to Jack's attention and occasional compliment, she smiled and chatting animatedly and like all women mostly about herself. Jack was surprised that she said there was no man in her life as she was attractive and he found her aquamarine eyes alluring, she had a very feminine body, tightly dressed in a floral dress, her breasts were considerable and in proportion to the curves and build of her body. Jack had already learnt that she shared membership of the same gym with him and Fay and she joked with Jack that she should join him in a circuit training session.
He looked to the large neon bar clock, two hours had passed easily and Fay was returning to their side of the crescent.
"Please, take my seat, I need the loo anyway," said Jack excusing himself.
As he turned to leave the crescent, he felt the distinct touch of a hand, squeezing his bum as he stood up. In a flash, Jack span round and Zoe was trying very hard to look as not guilty as possible. As he turned round, another grope of his bum followed, this time to the unmistakable sound of Fay's laughter.
Both the girls laughed as Jack smiled sweetly at them both, shifting slowly, switching his gaze from either to look out for another possible attack on his derriere.
"Ok, ladies, play nice," added Jack mischievously.
"Or else?" chimed Zoe.
"Or else I'll have to sort you out," replied Jack smiling.
"Promises, promises" said Zoe in a mocking and goading way.
Fay laughed and then groped Jack again.
They roared with laughter as Jack, playing up to the girls, mocked back with a put upon face and freed himself from the booth.
The place was certainly fuller now and the cage dancers were dancing with a energetic provocativeness that was creating a definite frisson amongst the revellers. The blatant slow breakbeat syncopation from the music and the dimmed ultra violet lighting was charging the atmosphere, it was dripping with latent desire.
Jack smiled as couples kissed and ladies and men were doing their best to play it cool, remain aloof and yet steal a quick glance at their quarry.
On his return, Jack spied Karen back at the booth chatting to Fay and Zoe.
"There you are!" said Fay spotting Jack.
"Miss much?" asked Jack, "Hello Karen."
Karen turned to face him, "Jack."
Karen had lost her dress, instead, she was wearing a black and grey corset, lace briefs complete with the now familiar fishnets and suspenders. Her blonde hair was tied up and she wore a pair of faux black rimmed spectacles.
"Wow," gasped Jack involuntarily.
The alcohol had clearly loosened his tongue and now fearful of another litany of put-downs from Karen thought better of saying any more.
"I need plenty of DIC-tation Jack," pleaded Karen, "I've been a naughty secretary."
Zoe and Fay giggled naughtily at the innuendo, Jack smiled and felt his face flush again.
"I'm sure something could be sorted out," stated Jack coolly.
"Let me dance for you." added Karen.
Jack reeled a little, surprised and dumbstruck by the proposition, Fay placed a hand around his waist.
"For me Jack, Zoe wants to come along too," asked Fay.
"Ok." muttered Jack.
With that, Karen took Jack's hand and led him by it as they passed each of the other crescent booths one by one, a booth of lads raising a loud cheer as they noticing Karen leading; it made him blushing fiercely. The click-clack of Karen's heels were accompanied by the click-clack of one, maybe two pairs behind him and following them. Jack daren't turn around in fear of stumbling as his head swam a little in alcoholic stupification. As they walked towards the back wall of the building, Jack made a mental note to lay off the sauce a bit on the next round. The attention he attracted was not so bad at all, lads smiled at him and some the women in the bar too, one went so far to wink at him which made him reciprocate with a smile. It wasn't awkward any longer, he felt puffed up a little, proud and stood more upright in confidence. The lion was about to meet the lionesses, Jack thought.
Into a corner, Karen pulled back a heavy and thick velvet curtain on a circular runner revealing a chrome pole and a cube brown leather bench.
"Sit!" instructed Karen, "No, there in the middle."
Jack as instructed sat in the middle and he was flanked tightly by Zoe and Fay, thigh to thigh.
"Oh, there's two of you." murmured Jack absently.
Karen stood and leant against the pole holding it by clasping it with her hands behind her.
"So Jack, you like my outfit?" asked Karen.
Fay placed her hand on Jack's thigh.
"It's ok Jack, tell her," said Fay affirmingly.
"Who wouldn't? You look gorgeous." replied Jack.
Karen walked up to him, bending over so that Jack had to move his head back as he took a very close look at her heavy cleavage. Using her hands, she prised his legs apart at the knees and parted his legs wide enough to fit her compact frame between them as she knelt. Karen kept coming toward him, her face edging closer and closer looking to Jack's lips until her head tilted, her lips edged closer and closer to his own.
Instinctively Jack tilted his head to expect their lips to touch, his eyes closed and as one moment passed and another, a whiff of Karen's scent, her grip on his knees released as the air moved violently to the sound of her laughter. Opening his eyes, Jack could see Karen walking back to the pole, bending to present her firm, curvy bottom clad only by the thin gusset of her briefs as she swayed her hips.
Fay's hand slid onto Jack's thigh and his other thigh was joined by another hand, it was Zoe. Letting out a small gasp, Jack watched as Karen's hips undulated provocatively, pushing out her bottom in a series of stark and outrageous simulated sexual movements. Jack's mind took over any rational control, in his imagination, the gusset had disappeared and his cock was sliding in and out of her wet sex. It made Jack's cock stiffened at the thought as he watching intently on Karen leaning on the pole with one hand. She pulled at one of her arse cheeks displaying the curve of it as the gusset nestled deep between them. The hand pulled at the gusset, pulling it tight and showing the plumpness of her sex.
Zoe's hand slid further up Jack's thigh and her fingertips reached to meet Fay's as Jack shifted his weight uncomfortably. Jack's mind raced, they were sliding their hands toward his cock which only made him stiffen some more, to a point beyond just a mild titillation that would soon pass, he knew despite the relaxing effect of alcohol, his cock would soon be fully hard and impossible to disguise. His face felt hot and flushed as his embarrassment would soon be public and their teasing of him clearly meant a whole lot more. Fearfully, this would be one hell of a faux-pas and Fay's response despite her words and fantasies may not be good. Jack resigned himself to go along with it, he relaxed, he was a man and he was being forced to sit and watch a very attractive woman dance in such an outrageous manner; of course he would be aroused and perhaps Fay would be disappointed if he wasn't. Jack shifted his position slightly, it was very difficult being penned it at the sides between Zoe and Fay but he managed to find a little space in his jeans for his now stiff cock to lie comfortably.
As he watched, Karen's finger slid down the gusset to push at the plumpness of her sex, withdrawing it to hold the pole with both hands, swinging with force around it and propelling herself up the pole, pulling her legs upwards to spread them wide. The pose revealed her clad Mons blatantly rising from her abdomen as she held it for a moment to then invert her body to hanging upside down. With a flowing movement of her body still in flight as she settled upside down, her legs gripped the pole tightly as her hands pulled at the front of her bodice, pulling it clean from her torso to reveal her firm, tanned breasts.
Jack gasped audibly and his cock jerked hard in his jeans, he was fully erect, his face seered with heat and his senses visually were assaulted by Karen's semi-naked body, aurally the overtly sexual funk-bass beats provided the soundtrack to Karen's sexually charged movements.
Gasping again, Zoe's hand was rubbing on Jack's crotch sampling his now hard girth as Fay's own fingers slid under hers to pull at the fly of Jack's jeans. To the sound of a metal zip being pulled, Karen tipped over on the pole using her hands to right her body, her legs spread side as she did so, the tight briefs holding firm and her legs found the floor. Karen stood with her legs apart, leaning back on the pole, her arms stretched above her head pulling her breasts taut and flattening them into her body. With that, her mouth was evocatively half-opened, half-closed and her eyes smoldered as she fixed her gaze on Zoe and Fay's hands on Jack's groin.
Jack was lost, Karen was a phenomenal dancer, physical and outrageously sexy as she caressed one her breasts watching Jack and the attention he was getting. Her other hand slid into her briefs as she either simulated masturbating or as Jack preferred to imagine, she was rubbing her wet clit. His thoughts were disturbed as Fay had slipped the button of Jack's jeans loose as Zoe's hands were now slipping the belt though its buckle.
"Fuck!" Jack gasped openly. Jack's arms fell instinctively to the leather bench as he leant back a bit, using his hands to grip the leather bench behind him.
Karen was approaching again, her round and firm breasts showed little to no movement, sufficiently weighted to crease the skin slightly underneath them. As she walked with one legs crossed over the other, closer and closer until Jack was looking up, his legs spread wide apart and he was staring up at her large tanned orbs. Gripping his knees again, it was just her and him as Zoe's and Fay's hands had freed his belt, undid his jeans and his fly was half undone.
Swallowing a mouth of saliva, Jack gulped, his cock was raging hard as Karen knelt again, Jack tried everything he could not to leer at her tanned and firm breasts but it was impossible. Karen took Jack's hand and pressed it to her breast, gasping again at the softness of her skin and the pliant yet taut breast to his touch. Karen firmly pulled down the rest of Jack's fly and pulled the two parts of his jeans apart, he looked into her eyes and they sparkled in the low light, full of menace and mischief.
Fay's hand are caressing Jack's chest and searched for a hard nipple, it didn't take long to locate it causing Jack to moan slightly and then more deeply as Karen's hand reached into his briefs and gripped his cock. She pulled at his briefs and freed his cock from them, Karen paused to inspect his hard girth poking from his jeans.
"Oooh, Jack." gasped Zoe.
Jack looked to Karen who then looked up and smiled, gripping his cock and slowly stroking it; he was fully hard and his foreskin was fully pulled back. Karen paused to show Zoe and Fay what she had in her hand, the fat helmet of his cock was plumped fully with his erection.
"Jesus!" hissed Jack.
Karen smiled again as she cast her gaze down to his cock, lowering her body by kneeling back onto her calves she looked Jack in the eyes as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, flicking at the exposed glans with her tongue.
Zoe's hand reached to the side of Jack's face to pull him towards her, Zoe placed a finger up to Jack's mouth, she slid it into his mouth and as he tasted it; it was unmistakably her pussy juices. He moaned in surprise as she moved closer, withdrawing her finger as Jack's head dipped to kiss her wet and full lips firmly groaning as he felt his cock engulfed by Karen's hot mouth. Feeling the strain of his cock stiffen and stiffen to Karen's sublime attention and Zoe's tongue slid into his mouth, his hand grasped to her breast, pushing it firmly against her as Karen's attention on his cock intensified.
Pulling away from Zoe, he turned to Fay casting his gaze upon her, she was rapt with Karen sucking lovingly on Jack's hard cock, her dress now pushed up to her hips with a finger poking into her obviously wet sex. Looking to Karen, her hand travelled towards Fay's pussy and as Fay looked down with her legs spread wide apart and withdrew her finger; Karen replaced it with two of her own deep into her as Fay moaned quietly.