Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

"Hey sleepy head, c'mon you're late!" her assistant told her with a smile.

Jen glanced at the clock seeing it was already a quarter after eight.

The time woke her up more than her assistant as she jumped out of bed and yelled, "Oh shit!"

As she stood up and got her bearings she recognized she was in her hotel room—and completely naked. As her mind pushed more of the fog of sleep out of her head and she mentally took stock of herself, she realized her skin was uncomfortably tight.

Looking down, she recognized with horror the numerous splotches of dried white cum on her!

Then she took note of her hair, feeling like she had dumped an entire can of mousse in it. Only deep in the pit of her stomach she knew it had not been mousse.

The night's activities came rushing through her mind—going out dancing, returning to the hotel with Velvet and the guys, and playing their perverted version of Twister, and ultimately having sex with all the guys.

Then her mind flashed to her furious blowjob on the bellhop.

She understood she must have fallen asleep afterwards when she had laid on the bed.

Looking over at Velvet, she saw the woman's eyes large as she looked at her boss's state. "Wow, somebody had a busy night," she said with a grin, as Jen once again caught the stale odor of cum and sex emanating from her body.

"Shit, I need a shower," she said obviously.

"Well hurry up Miss Spokesmodel," Velvet laughed, "Larry couldn't get a hold of you, so called my cell phone. You weren't in the room with the guys—and holy shit did you wear them out!" her assistant said rapidly changing the subject. "They're still dead to the world, all piled together in bed in a tangle of beautiful hunky naked man flesh," she laughed.

Seeing Jen's exasperated expression, she explained, "Christopher and I checked in there first looking for you—it's actually his room," she explained, "but since you took the bigger bed, we settled for Sean's room," she told Jen as she looked at her boss' state of disarray. "What the hell happened?" she asked with a grin.

Jen was already moving hurriedly past her assistant into the bathroom as Velvet followed right behind her. Without a word Jen stepped into the glass shower stall, jumping back as she turned on the water until the spray warmed enough to step into, hurriedly washing herself off.

She did not have time for a thorough or luxurious shower, shamefully conscious of not being able to completely remove all the male discharge on and within her body. Distractedly her mind wondered how long it would take to get six—no, she corrected herself recalling the misunderstanding with the bellhop—seven men's repeated loads of semen off her body.

It would definitely take a longer shower physically, she thought, knowing the mental stain upon her soul would take years, if ever, to wipe clean, pushing such thoughts from her mind for the time being.

After quickly washing her hair, thankful for the smelly shampoo the hotel provided, she stepped out of the shower, thanking Velvet for the hotel robe she put on before toweling dry her hair before going back into the bedroom area and sitting down at the vanity.

Ignoring her assistant's incessant questioning, Jen quickly brushed her hair, hoping Melissa had a make-up kit at the photo-shoot to style her hair. Grabbing her small make-up kit from the counter, she moved quickly into the closet to get something to wear.

Jen glanced back at Velvet seeing the woman wearing a light flowered bandeau top and sarong, so decided on one of the more 'casual' dresses she had been given, choosing a bright yellow micro-mini dress. The dress had a low-cut halter-like top and was mostly backless, with only six straps connecting the top and sides behind her, all meeting and tied to a metallic ring centered on her back.

Slipping on a pair of six-inched, cork-wedged sandals with clear straps, Jen grabbed her make-up kit and left the room, not having said a word while her assistant still hammered her with questions about the night before.

Riding the elevator down, Jen looked at her assistant accusingly. "Why did you leave me alone last night?" she asked the young woman.

Although Jen knew the night's activities were her own fault, a part of her felt if Velvet had left her alone with the men things may have been different.

The young woman explained how after Jen had stripped and laid on the bed, Christopher had grabbed her and pulled her into Sean's room.

"I figured you knew what you were doing, and Christopher and I wanted to be alone," she said apologetically. Then she smiled, saying, "Oh my God did he have stamina," her assistant said blushing. "Although your earlier blowjob did nothing to stop him for spraying me the first five minutes after getting into the room," she laughed.

Looking pointedly at Jen she once again inquired, "And speaking of spraying, what the HELL happened last night?" she asked for the hundredth time.

Trying to put off the inevitable recounting of her night's activities to the inquisitive woman, she instead asked how long the drive was to the shoot site, finding out it would be at least a two-hour drive as the elevator doors opened into the lobby.

Quickly exiting the hotel she earnestly apologized to Larry for her tardiness as she got into the car with Velvet. As the door enclosed them into the vehicle together Jen knew she finally had to confess to her assistant, who looked at her anxiously.

"So who did you end up with?" Velvet asked with anticipation.

Jen looked at the woman with her one of her eyebrows raised.

"ALL of them?" Velvet said with surprise. "Oh my God, you slut!" she said jokingly, although Jen had to agree with the comment.

Slowly she told her assistant what happened, at least as far as she could remember.

Although she attempted to gloss over everything that occurred, Velvet was incessant about details, often interrupting her to ask about one of the guys' length, or how they moved, where the other men were or what they were doing, and so forth.

At first Jen was embarrassed confessing to committing such depraved acts, but her assistant was not condemning, in fact she genuinely impressed Jen could handle so many men at once.

When describing the moment of her eventual facial by Sean and Steve Velvet said, "Oh crap, yeah, I've had that shit in my eye before," she said with understanding. "Burns like hell. No wonder your eye is red," she laughed.

"It is?" Jen said with horror, looking around for a mirror. In her rush to get ready she had not even noticed her complexion in the hotel room.

Her assistant assured her some Visine would get rid of the inflammation, pulling out a bottle form her purse and handing it to her.

Thanking her, Jen proceeded to confess everything, including her misunderstanding with the bellhop, which the young woman found hilarious.

"I don't think I've ever heard of somebody getting an 'accidental' blowjob," her assistant teased. "So what did it feel like having a cock in every hole?" Velvet asked openly.

Although embarrassed, Jen admitted it had felt wonderful, being completely filled and stuffed by three men had been an incredible sensation.

Eventually after Jen finished relating what happened they settled into a quiet, companionable silence, each dozing off as Larry drove them to the site of the next photo-shoot.

After the depraved evening Jen was not concerned about the photo-shoot, particularly since Melissa had mentioned it was with another female model. She was thankful it would not be a sexual scene, particularly in light of what happened only hours earlier.

As Jen drifted in and out of sleep, her mind continued to be flooded with her own questions and feelings of horror and abject humiliation from the night before, as well as her feelings of arousal and lust.

Not only had she behaved like a wanton slut—offering herself up to almost half a dozen men's use—but she had also betrayed Dan. At the time she had accepted and even urged for everything to happen, so caught up in her body's reaction; however, now in the light of day she was appalled at her behavior and her body's response. It was one thing to be bound to her contract and forced into sex due to the legal ramifications of her contract, but this had just been 'a night out.' It was a night out with friends, or at least co-workers, which had turned into a crude, filthy, and depraved gangbang.

The phrase about being ridden hard—in every orifice her mind added with dismay—and put away wet returned to her thoughts, used as nothing but a receptacle for the men to slate their lust upon.

Dozing in and out of sleep, her mind unwillingly replayed the night's events over and over, from kissing Velvet to displaying herself before the men and what occurred afterwards, as well as her ultimately and willingly giving the bellhop a blowjob—which he had not even intended!

Her thoughts and conscience were filled with sex, a mixture of arousal and humiliation, excitement and dismay, and all other assorted combinations of emotions filled her body as she slept.

By the time Larry woke them up, arriving at their destination, Jen was mortified to awaken wholly aroused, her body in a state of horniness almost as bad as the earlier evening's craving.

Larry got out and opened the door for both women, and as Jen got out of the car she saw him watching her intently. As her pulse sped up, a warmth spread deep within her stomach as she wondered if she had done or said anything in her sleep to betray her earlier depravity.

Her chauffer's face broke into a lecherous grin as heat again flooded between her legs, the thrill of excitement running through her body. Her mind recoiled in shame as she wondered how she could have any more pent up desire after the night before. She had participated in a gangbang, used repeatedly by five men. If anything she should have had enough sex to last months, and here she was responding lewdly to the simple stare of her chauffer.

Looking around to take her mind off such thoughts she saw they were in front of an antiquated building, a large sign revealing it to be the San Diego Museum of Man.

"San Diego?" she asked questioningly to both Velvet and Larry.

"This is where I was told to take you ma'am," the man said, his eyes never leaving Jen's torso.

Once again Jen's body responded to his stare, the thin yellow material of her dress feeling almost constricting as it stretched across her breasts. Glancing down, she was ashamed to see her hardening nipples flagrantly sticking out from beneath her dress, silently wishing she had brought a sweater or shawl to cover herself.

Without any recourse to hide her body's obvious reaction, she turned away from the man's leering stare and followed Velvet to the entrance of the building.

Stepping up to the main doors, they saw the entrance was roped off with orange construction tape, a large sign reading 'Closed for Renovations, Reopening Monday' hanging on the doors.

Jen and Velvet were uncertain what to do, looking at each other enquiringly when suddenly one of the side doors opened revealing Christopher. As he saw them—particularly Velvet—his face lit up with a smile.

"Melissa said Larry called to let us know you arrived and to let you in. Come in, come in!" he told them, greeting Velvet with a deep kiss which her assistant returned wholeheartedly.

Seeing the two embrace Jen again felt her body heat up, aghast she could even become aroused at somebody else's affection. She should be happy for her assistant instead of wanting to feel her man's lips against her own, her body melding with him.

Literally shaking her head as if the physical act could get rid of her thoughts, she followed the couple through the side door.

Once inside, Jen saw they were in the main museum proper, the area surrounded by glass-encased exhibits. Half of the lights were turned off, giving the museum an eerie feeling as the two women followed Christopher past the front exhibits. Jen looked inquisitively at some of the displays, a lot of it pottery and ancient tools used by tribal people from Alaska, Canada, and even North America.

"FUCK!" they heard the distinct voice of the female photographer echo from deeper inside the building.

"She's on a warpath today," Christopher said to their questioning looks as he guided them further back into the building.

As they made their way down a long hallway and past the exhibits, Jen asked how they could get a photo-shoot inside a museum.

Christopher smiled, telling them, "One of the curators is friends with Melissa and allowed her be here all day for the shoot. The museum is undergoing renovations and Melissa had planned for nobody to be here today and have the museum all to ourselves; however, the construction workers are off schedule and still here," he said.

As if to confirm his statement a loud buzzing sound echoed through the building as a saw or some other heavy equipment ran, the sound travelling throughout the entire building.

Hearing another cuss from the photographer whose voice was closer now, he continued, "Unfortunately, nothing is going right today," he told them as they followed him into a room lined with Egyptian artifacts. "First we arrived to find the workers still here, then Melissa dropped her favorite camera while we were unpacking so has to use her spare. Then as I was testing the lights two of them burnt out and neither Melissa or I have any spares, mainly because they are two of the older lights we use and bulbs are hard to come by," he said dejectedly. "Anyways, nothing is going right today, so just warning you," he told them, guiding them further into the museum.

As they walked into a large room, they saw Melissa on her cell phone as Christopher added, "And now the other model who was going to be in the shoot with Diamond is late," he said.

"Make that not coming in at all," Melissa said as she threw down her cell phone angrily. "Goddamn fucking shit," the woman said as she gave Jen a quick hug and greeting. "I had these big plans of an archeologist scene—think sexy Tomb Raider—unearthing the Egyptian goddess of Love. And now we're down to a spare camera, two of my best and brightest lights burned out, and minus one fucking model," the photographer said.

Taking a deep breath, the photographer smiled wanly at Jen. "At least our star model is here, and this is your photo-shoot, not hers," she said in way of her own consolation, "but Mr. DeWight really wanted a girl-girl scene," she said, "and the bastard will probably dock my pay as if it were my fault. Fucking airlines," she spat.

The thought of having a photo-shoot with another woman sent a thrill through Jen's body as she recalled her other photo-shoots, each one involving her orgasming in front of the camera. First her solo session had ended up with her masturbating with a large black dildo, then her session with a male model which had been scheduled to be nothing but simulated sex had ended up with him fucking her, and now a 'girl-on-girl' scene.

She had not thought of this photo-shoot being sexual, thinking she would only be posing with another woman, but then she realized to everybody else she was a porn star, so it was likely all her sets were going to be of a sexual nature. It was the first time she had thought about it, knowing she had signed her contract and was expected to star as a porn star, the reality only now hit her. Instead of being upset, she felt her body flush with anticipation as all sorts of sordid thoughts ran through her head. She wondered what a double female shoot would have entailed, both disappointed and glad it would only be herself.

"Have you called the corporate office?" Christopher asked, bringing her back to the here and now as she looked at the others. "There has to be somebody there today," he asked his boss.

"Tried that. Everybody's flying out today or unavailable, fucking Friday's," she muttered. "Besides, we're a couple hours away. By the time we got ahold of somebody it would already be too late," she said, raising her voice as another burst of construction noise filled the room.

"Steve and Tom are in town," Christopher suggested, naming two of the men Jen had met—and slept with—last night. "We met up with them last night," Christopher offered. "I know they didn't have anything going on until the party and were flying out tomorrow," he told his boss.

Jen felt her body flush at the mention of two of the men she had 'met up with' the night before, also wondering if 'the party' was her debut party. It made sense other DSA employees would be at the party, but she had not thought about it beyond Mr. DeWight telling her she was performing a dance set.

She thought about the other men. Her mind flashed back to Steve vigorously fucking first her face, then the rest of her body. He had been the most aggressive of the men and she remembered the uncontrollable orgasms which had flooded her body as he used her to his own satisfaction, his cock slamming into her without any regard towards her as a person.

Thinking about what happened last night she felt her nipples once again hardened. Embarrassed and hoping nobody noticed her body's reaction, she forced her attention back to the discussion.

"If we knew about it beforehand it might have been possible," Melissa was saying, "but it's already eleven and again, by the time they got a ride down here it would still be too late," she said with regret. "Anyways, accounting only approved of a single female model, so I only have one check," she said with a shrug. "You know how they are with the insurance and shit," she told Christopher. "We'd be able to substitute another female model, but not a guy," she finished.

"What about Velvet?" the young man said tentatively, everybody looking at him in surprise.

"What!" Jen's assistant exclaimed as the photographer echoed her statement, albeit more quietly.

"I said, why not Velvet," Christopher repeated. "She has a killer body," he said with a grin, not adding the 'I've seen it myself' but implying it with his looks.

"I'm not a model," Velvet said in response.

"Nonsense," the photographer said, her face lighting up at the possibility. "Christopher is right, you could definitely fill in—that is, if you don't mind?" she asked.

"Hey, I'm not a model either," Jen told the young woman, "and I would feel more comfortable with you than some stranger," she added, stating the truth.

"Great!" the photographer exclaimed happily as if the decision was made. "All you need to do is follow Diamond's direction. She's the main focus of the shoot anyways, so you are more or less background. Half the time the camera will not even be on you," she said happily.

"You are so in for it," Velvet told Christopher with a fake angry expression.

The young man laughed. "I certainly hope so," he grinned, "and maybe you can borrow the outfit Melissa has picked out for you when you do give it to me," he winked at her, deftly moving away from the slap her assistant half-heartedly waved at him.

While Christopher finished setting up the lights, Melisa took them into another room where a mobile make-up table was already set up, surrounded by two suitcases of clothes, shoes, and other props. She once again explained the scene was going to be some sort of archeological thing and ancient Egypt, showing the girls what to wear and then leaving them to get dressed, heading back into the main room to get ready for the shoot.

"I'm going to fuck something up," Velvet said as shimmied off her dress after laying out her outfit—a pair of cargo shorts, a black bikini-like halter top, utility boots, and a tool belt very similar to the Lara Croft movies.

Jen could not help but admire her assistant's nude body as she too prepared to get dressed. Looking at her assistant's well-toned body, caused from dancing at the club for the past year, she answered, "Bah! Melissa is right, all you have to do is follow her direction, it's easy," she said with a smile, trying to hide her own trepidation. "And I do appreciate it, misery loves company," she laughed as she picked up the bundle Melissa told her was her outfit.