Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 11

Chapter 11 - Risqué Lessons: She learns how to spice up her dancing.

Notice: Jamaican Beauties is posted under Literotica's category of Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of categories including:

Exhibitionist & Voyeur - this chapter includes the story of two young Jamaican girls dancing naked at a V.I.P. lounge.

Interracial Love - the story is about a developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and a Caucasian American man.

Lesbian Sex - this chapter includes a public sexual encounter between two young Jamaican women.

Mature - the story's primary characters are a young (27-year-old) woman and her Internet friend, a middle-aged (42-year-old) man.

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Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story.

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Risqué Evening

Early Friday evening, after their day on the beach, Annika and Denise enjoyed glasses of wine on the balcony before taking turns showering, drying their hair, putting on makeup, and getting dressed for dinner.

Denise, who was again the last one to shower, walked out of the bedroom wearing the royal blue dress the sales clerk had found for her. The dress was a backless halter with spaghetti straps tied in a bow behind her neck. Its deep V-neck cowl front revealed her cleavage and down to her navel, and the little dimples on the top of her buttocks were visible in back. The dress' hem hung four inches above her knees and a slit in front rose to within three inches of exposing her bared and waxed labia when she was standing and within an inch when she sat down on the sofa. She wore matching royal blue, high-heel, sandals with buckled straps around her ankles and over her toes.

Annika teased, "My goodness Denise, it appears you aren't planning to keep any secrets tonight."

Denise noticed her mother's simple, black, strapless tube dress had a built in push-up bra that created more cleavage than most men had ever seen in person and a hem that left her legs exposed from mid-thigh to her black four-inch, stiletto-heeled, spaghetti strap sandals. The tube dress was skintight and clearly showed the outline of Annika's erect nipples as they pushed against the form-fitting material.

Denise laughed and replied, "You should talk. It seems your mammoth boobs are poised, ready to reveal themselves at any moment."

"As a matter of fact that's the objective," Annika laughed as she grabbed a handful of the dress' stretchy material at each hip before she shimmied as she tugged downwards pulling the dress lower and exposing more of her enormous light-brown globes. She didn't stop pulling on the dress until her chocolate colored areolae were exposed. She then grabbed the top of the dress and gently pulled up until it again covered her areolae, although just barely.

Although Annika had pulled her dress as low as possible, the hem was still eight inches above her knees. Seeing that, Denise was sure her mother would expose her pussy whenever she sat down. She considered pointing that out to her mother and then thought better of it. After all, her mother, the uninhibited exhibitionist Denise found herself emulating, was undoubtedly aware of that fact.

"Now, let's go exploit our good looks, have a little fun, and perhaps some excitement," Annika giggled.

As they reached the hotel lobby they heard the announcement that the shuttle to James Bond Beach was about to depart. With every male eye watching, the two beauties, in revealing dresses and high heels, walked quickly across the lobby, and followed the driver to the shuttle bus.

During the shuttle ride, whenever the bus hit a bump or pothole Annika's breasts bounced and her dress slipped down exposing a bit more of her large, barely constrained, pushed-up breasts, and the hem climbed further up her thighs.

"If she doesn't take some action, mother's nipples and pussy are going to be exposed," Denise thought, and again reflected on her more frequent use of vulgarity.

Denise soon realized her mother was aware of the situation, yet she sat calmly, only pulling upwards on the top or tugging downwards on the hem when she was on the verge of exposure and frequently not until afterwards. More importantly, or dangerously, the shuttle driver was also aware of Annika's dilemma and only looked away from the rearview mirror to find another pothole or bump in the road.

The traffic was light, and they had a quick, although far too exciting for Denise's tastes, journey from the hotel to the beach. After a short walk, they arrived at the James Bond Beach Restaurant. They were early and Annika suggested they wait for their reservation time, explaining she would like to sit at the bar and have a drink before dinner. They found two empty stools, climbed up onto them slowly and carefully, before the bartender immediately greeted them and cheerfully took Annika's order for two glasses of Sauvignon Blanc.

While they looked around the bar and chatted, Annika noticed and happily pointed out that Denise's dress, which under normal circumstances revealed much of her body, was shifting whenever she turned or leaned forward and, over time, had exposed every inch of previously covered skin. Denise, reminding herself that she would not allow anyone be in a position to call her a prude, smiled at her mother, and announced, "Of course it does mother. Knowing I'd be out with you is precisely why I bought and wore this dress."

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Risqué Dinner

Promptly at 8:00, the Maître D' and an assistant waiter arrived to escort them to their table and carry their drinks. As they walked through the restaurant, the Maître D' apologized to Annika for, "having let the wife and daughter of the partner of the restaurant's owner wait for their table." He quickly led them upstairs to a table for four in a private corner of the balcony overlooking the now deserted beach. Annika squeezed the Maître D's arm, leaned forward to let him see her cleavage, and assured him, "It was our fault, we did not let you know that we had arrived early. We are very satisfied with your concern and courtesy, extremely pleased with our seating arrangement, and hope the food will be as good as your service. I'll make it a point to let my husband know how well you have taken care of us."

Denise smiled at how effectively her mother alleviated difficult situations and easily convinced men to go out of their way to take care of her. "Maybe, that's one of the many things father appreciates about her," she thought as the assistant waiter helped her take her seat.

Annika, allowing the assistant waiter to look down her cleavage, requested a few minutes so they might enjoy their drinks before looking at the menu. He was, of course, happy to honor her request. Denise turned to Annika and noted, "Mother, that's the second time on this trip that we have received deferential treatment because we are the wife and daughter of Ken Johnson."

"Yes it was. I suggest you learn to accept and appreciate the special treatment if you plan to continue working in the tourism industry. Your father is involved in many businesses throughout the island. Several years ago, he shifted his focus and efforts primarily to tourist related businesses, specifically hotels, resorts, restaurants, bars, and nightclubs. He's made numerous investments and developed several partnerships in the tourism business all over the north coast. In addition, over his lifetime in Jamaica he has made a great many friends, not only through his work, but his philanthropy, involvement with the Bacchanal festivities, and through our lifestyle connections."

"Okay, I'll try to demonstrate the same gracious behavior I've witnessed from you and have so much admired," Denise told her mother as she smiled and bowed her head.

"Thank you dear. I truly appreciate the compliment, especially from someone who has demonstrated such good manners and gracious behavior throughout this trip."

Denise raised her glass, Annika followed her lead, and Denise toasted, "To gracious manners."

They tapped their glasses together, and sat silently and enjoyed the breeze and the moonlight reflecting off the small waves on the Caribbean.

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Interrupting their moment of silence, Annika asked, "You've been quiet most of the evening, is something bothering you?"

Denise frowned, apologized, and explained, "I'm sorry mother. I've been thinking about something Will asked me the other night."

"Would you like to share it with your personal psychologist, perhaps I could help you."

Denise thought, nodded, took a deep breath, and told her mother, "The other night Will and I were talking about my failed attempts to become uninhibited, or more correctly the reasons I've regressed. Will asked about my withdrawal from the Progressive Challenges, specifically why Vondra had so much influence over me. I had to admit that I didn't know. I've been thinking about it, ever since."

"And what is your conclusion?" Annika asked, now in full psychologist mode.

Denise sipped her wine, frowned, and finally answered, "I still don't know."

"Would you like to hear my thoughts about the matter?"

"Please," Denise begged.

Annika took a large gulp of her wine before explaining, "First, if I may, I'd like to remind you of a few things that led you to allow Vondra to have so much influence over you."

Denise nodded her consent as she sipped her wine.

"Just hear me out before you start complaining," Annika requested before beginning, "Your father is naturally dominate, and I am usually submissive to him. Max, your best friend, who taught you how to get along in the world, is a natural submissive. We've all influenced your behavior."

Annika paused to sip her wine and Denise held her tongue wondering where her mother was going with her explanation.

Annika nodded her appreciation of Denise's acquiescence to her request not to interrupt and continued, "Your father is a demanding taskmaster, and you grew up in a household that behaved in the manner he expected. To help you become a proper gentlewoman and to get along in the world your father and I taught you to be polite, courteous, and to comply with the wishes of others. Additionally, you watched your sisters win your father's love by doing what he asked, by playing sports. You subsequently believed you'd won your father's love by doing what he asked—sports, arts, and dance."

Denise nodded; she'd heard all of this before, she'd even shared the story with Will.

Annika returned Denise's nod and continued, "However, what you have probably forgotten, is that it was your father who insisted and ensured that you studied, completed your school assignments, and passed your tests. He worked with you every evening to be sure you understood your class material, prepared all of your assigned work, and were prepared for your classes. When you went away to Arts School, you floundered at first. You missed the discipline and direction your father had provided you. You weren't successful nor happy in Arts School. Even though you were a good dancer, without your father's help and guidance, you weren't dedicated nor successful in your dance classes. At the same time, your roommate Vondra and her friends were on their way to becoming successful designers and fashion artists. As I recall, when that fashion magazine published a couple of Vondra's designs you moped for weeks. Later, when the school selected her to work for a special modeling project, you became a recluse."

Annika paused to allow Denise to comment or agree. Denise simply nodded her understanding.

Annika continued, "To you, Vondra was successful, she had friends who listened to and followed her, she seemed to be a dominate personality. Eventually, you replaced your previous source of direction and guidance, your father, with Vondra. Although, she seemed to be just like your father, she wasn't. She was skilled in fashion design and she had a following of friends, but she was not concerned about your well-being, and she didn't know how, nor did she care to motivate you."

Denise considered what her mother was saying, and commented, "Will said she was never my friend, I was just someone she could abuse to impress her followers."

Annika, finding she once again agreed with Will's opinion, smiled, and continued, "Fortunately, you soon realized you did not have much of a future as a dancer. You quit Arts School, moved back home, back with your father. With your father's guidance and insistence, you soon got a job. Later, with your father's prodding and support, you enrolled in accounting school. When you graduated and got a job, you moved into your own apartment. Again, without your father's control and guidance, you floundered and became depressed and a recluse."

Denise blurted out her frustration, "Sorry to interrupt, but what has all that got to do with Vondra?"

Annika sipped her wine, smiled, and nodded before she continued, "I believe you envy Vondra. In Arts School you wanted to be like her, you wanted to be artistic, popular, and successful. Moreover, I believe you have never gotten over your envy, jealousy, and resentment of Vondra, of Vondra's success. To you, Vondra is not just successful, she's confident, outgoing, and in control. She has successful friends, a thriving fashion design practice, and is a well-known socialite in Kingston. Those were your dreams, your aspirations. She has what you always wanted. She is enjoying an advantage that you always desired to possess. Thus, when she criticizes you, you accept it, you take it to heart."

Denise frowned, thought to protest, but remembered that her mother was a trained psychologist, and had Denise's interest at heart, so she asked, albeit with a hint of insolence, "Okay, let's agree that I envied Vondra's success, how is it that she still has so much influence over me?"

Knowing Denise was listening Annika smiled and continued, "Several things came into play to create the situation. Foremost, your love and respect for your father. Secondly, your father's dominate personality combined with your submissive nature. Third, when you lost the dominate personality in your life, the only man you'd ever loved, you looked for a replacement, and you found Vondra. You transferred your feelings for your father onto her—it was easy, she was older, acted as if she cared for you, she was successful, and as your roommate, she was close to you, always there for you."

Denise considered her mother's points and having to agree with them, nodded for her to continue.

"When you left Arts School, you left Vondra's sphere of influence, but you did not forget your feelings for her. You thought of her in the same way you had always thought of your father, you continued to allow her to dominate you, and you gave her comments the same value you'd always given your father's. Thus, you allowed her comments to influence your feelings about yourself."

Annika sat back and sipped her wine as she allowed Denise to consider the information she shared with her.

Denise looked up from her thoughts and asked, "I give her opinions the same authority and influence I give father's opinions?"

Annika smiled and nodded.

"How can I change that? How can I take that authority and influence away from that wretched, vindictive, overly-critical, undernourished bitch?"

Annika had a long laugh before explaining, "I think you just did."

"What do you mean?" An incredulous daughter asked her mother.

"With your realization a second ago you removed any influence Vondra ever had over you. You now see Vondra for who she is. Whenever you see her again, you will remember what she did to you, how she used and abused you for her own pleasure, and you will no longer respect her opinion, nor her."

"Really? That was all I needed to do?"

Annika nodded and then lifted a finger to get Denise's attention, "It helped that Will got you to talk about Vondra and to consider the undue influence she had over you. That helped you to recognize and accept the validity of the things I pointed out to you."

Denise nodded, and with the beginnings of a tear in her eye, whispered, "Mother, thank you for helping me get over Vondra. And before you ask, I will be sure to thank Will when we next chat."

They ordered, the waiter served them, and during dinner, they enjoyed the cool breeze as they talked about the possibility of modifying Denise's Jamaican Beauties Jaunt itinerary. Denise was open to and, in fact, excited about including a night at a Villa on the Cliffs or The Cliffs Hotel, and spending a day at James Bond Beach including a snorkel or sailing trip or, even better in Will's case, a private vest and swimsuit optional snorkel party.

While they enjoyed after dinner glasses of Sauvignon Blanc, Annika talked with Denise about the feelings she experienced while she was naked in the sea and her feelings as she walked naked onto the beach with everyone watching. Denise admitted that it was something she enjoyed and was willing, even desirous, to try again in different venues.

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Risqué Club

Annika offered to take Denise to a local club to celebrate her newly achieved freedom from Vondra's ridicule. After walking two blocks up the street, they entered a Calypso Club X and the hostess escorted them to a table between a big stage and a small dance floor. Annika ordered two wines from a waitress before leaning towards Denise and shouted over the music, "Your father has an interest in this club; it's one of his favorites!"

At that moment, a dancer, wearing a minimal string bikini with three narrow oval slivers of material that barely covered her nipples and labia, danced onto the stage above them. She smiled broadly, shimmied her butt, pumped her hips, and shook her breasts for anyone that came to the stage with money. When the music quieted, Denise leaned over and asked, "Are you sure this is father's favorite club?"

When the next song began, the young, dancer soon removed her bikini top as she continued her performance. Now there were many more men offering her money to dance, wiggle her ass, and shake her breasts in front of them. Again, when that song ended, the young girl went to the men and collected the tips they offered and seemed to enjoy letting them fondle her exposed thighs and breasts.

When the third song began, Denise wondered why the girl would do what she did for just a few dollars. Furthermore, she was finding it even more difficult to believe her mother's allegation that her father enjoyed watching nearly naked girls dance on stage.

When the music ended and the girl had once again collected her money and left the stage under the watchful eye of a large gentleman in black slacks and a black tee shirt with the Club's logo on the chest, Annika announced, "There's a quieter place where we can talk, grab your drink and follow me."

Annika led them to another muscular gentleman, also wearing a black tee shirt with the club's logo, standing at the bottom of a staircase and after talking with him for a minute motioned for Denise to follow as she walked up the stairs. On a landing in front of a set of frosted glass doors, another gentleman stood behind a podium. He seemed to recognize Annika and smiled when she approached. Annika smiled as they talked and when she handed him several bills, he opened a heavy door, allowing the ladies to enter the lounge.