Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

In the back of her mind she recalled Dan once commenting how he loved when she lost herself in what he called her 'Sex Zone,' a mental state where she was one-hundred-and-ten percent absorbed in their love making. He had joked about how the house could be falling apart around them in flames and she would not even be aware of them, so immersed in the act of sex to care.

These were brief thoughts as she slowly stripped her assistant of first her halter, and then slid her shorts off, laying the young woman down onto the altar like a sacrifice. Vaguely conscious of Melissa's direction, Diamond slowly and sensuously climbed onto the stone altar, laying on top of Velvet and kissing her deeply.

Once again she lost all track of time as she made out with her assistant, their flesh touching and feeling like fire upon their skin.

Eventually she once more broke away from their kiss and again moved slowly down to her assistant's breasts, spending several minutes again suckling her before moving down further, first to her stomach, and finally the cleft of flesh between her legs.

Somebody handed her a pillow—probably Christopher, as the sounds of the camera continued to echo throughout the room—and as Velvet lifted her hips, Diamond slide it beneath her.

Then, without any hesitation, she lowered her mouth to the glistening folds between her assistant's legs.

So caught up with her lust, Diamond did not waste time teasing as her tongue speared between the soft folds of flesh, groaning with Velvet as she immediately tasted the tangy sweetness of the other woman's arousal.

Diamond had once experimented with a girlfriend during high school, but it was a clumsy, half-hearted attempt as each wondered what the fuss about eating somebody out. It had been nothing to write home about and she had never thought about being with a woman again.

Such was not the case now as Diamond moaned and eagerly lapping at the other woman's slit like a cat drinking milk, or more like a person out in the desert finally being given a drink of water.

She briefly thought of Velvet having been with Christopher early this morning, the thought of the lighting assistant's cock driving into Velvet's pussy turning her on even further as she began sucking, hoping to taste the man's cum within her assistant's body.

Diamond was vaguely aware of Melissa directing Velvet to massage her own breasts, too focused on the delicious feast before her as her mouth assaulted her assistant's pussy, her tongue lapping across Velvet's clit and causing the woman's hips to thrust further into her face.

She continued her oral onslaught, completely focused upon her oral assault when suddenly her mouth was flooded with a wave of sweet fluid as Velvet came, the young woman's body shaking uncontrollably as she laid on the altar and Diamond continued to flick her clit with her tongue. Velvet's cries of release echoed through the room as her orgasms erupted in wave after wave as Diamond continued eating her out, until Velvet finally became so sensitive she pushed Diamond's face away from her.

Then it was Diamond's turn, as Melissa instructed them to change places.

Without any direction from the photographer Diamond began massaging her own breasts as soon as she laid down upon the stone, now warmed from Velvet's body. She began tweaking her nipples as her body undulated, eager for Velvet to touch her.

Suddenly she let out a scream of desire as something hard was inserted into her core, her mind barely comprehending it as a vibrator as the buzzing and rapid sensations of the device entered her wet folds and plunged into her canal.

Then she began yelling repeatedly as Velvet began moving the device in and out of her, moaning uncontrollably as Velvet fucked her with the sex toy.

Without direction Diamond began moving her hips in rhythm to Velvet's motion of the device in and out of her as she continued moaning, her vocal cries of pleasure urging her assistant on.

Diamond's hips suddenly jerked as her assistant's tongue unexpectedly stroked her clitoris, continuing to flick across her hooded button while the buzzing, pulsating sex toy continued moving in and out of her vagina.

She was close to an orgasm when Melissa told her to roll over and get on her hands and knees.

Without hesitation Diamond complied, while Melissa took several photos of Diamond's face and body before moving behind her, the camera's non-stop clicking barely heard in the room over her moans of pleasure.

On her hands and knees, her skirt draping down in front of her, she was aware of Velvet moving the other half of her skirt around her hips. Then Diamond cried out, her back arching and her head thrown back as her mouth opened wide in a scream of lust as Velvet plunged the vibrator into her.

"Fuck me!" she heard herself cry out as Velvet complied, moving the vibrator in and out of her, only faster this time, matching her thrusts to the movement of Diamond's hips and body as she herself impaled her body upon the device.

"Oh God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Diamond cried over and over.

Velvet barely had to move, Diamond's body rearing back and forth upon the vibrator.

At this angle the device seemed to enter her more fully and Diamond groaned as her body skewered herself over and over on the device. In her sexually heightened state, Diamond was barely aware of her surroundings.

Then she heard a strange male voice, almost across a vast distance say, "Fuck, that bitch is hot!"

Opening her eyes and looking forward, Diamond first saw Christopher across from her, his erection plainly evident within his pants, and without a thought smiled at him in her deranged lust. Then movement behind him grabbed her attention and as she focused her eyes was surprised to see a group of men in jeans and t-shirts, several of them wearing hard hats, watching her. Through her lust-clouded mind she realized the construction works had probably heard her cries of passion, coming to investigate.

So absorbed with her lust as her assistant plunged the vibrator repeatedly into her cunt, Diamond did not even think of being embarrassed, instead stared directly at the men as, still smiling, she moved her body even more exaggeratedly, slamming herself upon the vibrator in Velvet's hands. Within her mind she imagined the men behind her, their cocks entering her repeatedly instead of the vibrator as she rocked her body even faster. Then thoughts of the previous night's gangbang filled her mind as she relentlessly moved her body.

And then her mind exploded and she screamed at the top of her lungs, cumming around the device as Melissa urged Velvet to continue thrusting.

As a multitude of orgasms coursed through her, Melissa guided her down to her arms until she was kneeling with her head down in the pillow somebody had placed in front of her. The cool stone of the altar against her breasts invigorated her as she remained on her knees, her ass held high as she leaned forward.

Melissa continued to guide Velvet's movements as the vibrator plunged repeatedly into Diamond's pussy, triggering yet another wave of orgasms.

Diamond lost all track of time as her body released repeatedly, cumming over and over again. She had never cum continuously for such a long period, forgetting the room, forgetting the construction workers watching her, not even aware when Melissa had her roll back onto her back.

She again another flood of orgasms exploded within her as the vibrator was once again inserted fully into her, remaining as Velvet moved on top of her and their mouths instantly enveloped each other's, their tongues dancing rapidly in their mouths.

As they kissed, Diamond was aware of her vaginal contractions slowly ejecting the vibrator out of her, her body flooded with release upon release as the buzzing device slowly receded from her core while continuing to kiss her assistant.

And then the photo-shoot was over. Jen's body was still completely stimulated, even after all her orgasms. She realized as good as the encounter with Velvet had been, she needed the release of a man inside of her to completely satisfy her lust, her thoughts and eyes immediately turning towards the construction workers.

Realizing the shoot was over, the men erupted in applause.

She heard Christopher tell Melissa and Velvet the men had come in halfway through the shoot and he had told them they could watch if they kept quiet.

Jen was still in a state of bliss as Melissa told her—somewhat jokingly—she should at least acknowledge the men. To Diamond the DSA Spokesmodel it was a perfect idea, so as Velvet got off of her and went to the back room to get dressed, Jen stood up and walked over to the group of men.

As she was met with various expressions of approval, consisting of "That was fucking incredible!" and "Holy shit Diamond, you are even hotter in person!"

Thanking them, she proceeded to pose with them as their friends took pictures with their phones, as well as signing autographs for them—mostly on their tool belts and hard hats.

The fact that she was practically naked was not lost upon the men, but Diamond paid it little heed as she answered a few more questions, signed a few more autographs, and finally bid them farewell as she turned and headed to the back room to change with Velvet.

Looking at the clock Jen realized over several hours had gone by, the session feeling like it had only lasted a few minutes.

As she began to get dressed, the wickedness of how she had behaved overwhelmed her. She had not only done a sex scene with a woman in front of the camera, but had blatantly fucked a vibrator held by her assistant!

"Regrets?" Velvet asked as if sensing the gist of Jen's thoughts.

Jen gave Velvet a hug, shaking her head with a smile. "No, that was incredible," she admitted, "nothing like I imagined," she laughed.

Once again she recalled how other models did not feel anything during a photo-shoot, deciding she preferred to get lost in the moment. Instead of worrying about what was or would happen, she should at least enjoy what was happening. In the back of her mind she wondered if she would be like this for every photo-shoot, losing herself in lust.

Her assistant also laughed, agreeing it was not what she had originally planned. "It WAS fantastic," Velvet whispered to her as they broke their embrace and completed getting dressed.

"I wouldn't mind it happening again," Velvet said shyly as Jen felt her body flush, realizing she had been thinking along the same lines. Looking at the woman Velvet smiled, "Only not with the camera—or audience—this time," she laughed. "Although maybe Christopher could join in?" she said wildly.

Jen's mind flashed back to her earlier thoughts of Christopher, feeling her breasts harden at the thought.

"Or maybe not," Velvet said quietly, interpreting Jen's silence as one of negativity.

Jen smiled, merely saying "We'll see," as they finally exited the room.

"That was incredible!" Melissa told them both as they rejoined her and Christopher, who was packing up the lighting and camera equipment. "In fact, it was better than I had planned!" the photographer exclaimed happily. Looking at Velvet she said, "And Velvet, you are a natural! If you ever want to do another shoot, let me know, I can easily arrange it with Mr. DeWight," she said.

At the mention of Mr. DeWight Jen felt a sudden fear for the other woman, knowing the last thing she needed was to be on the man's radar.

Her relief was evident as Velvet answered, "No thanks, this was great," she told them, "but it was the partner, not the scene that let me act so naturally. I have no interest in this as a living," she said.

"Well, either way you definitely earned the other model's paycheck for the day, so here you go," the photographer said, handing a check to Velvet.

As Velvet looked at the piece of paper her eyes opened wide. "Fifteen hundred bucks!" Velvet exclaimed. "That's more than I make in a week," she said in surprise.

Melissa laughed, telling her it should be more, but Mr. DeWight would be upset paying that much to a non-contracted model, explaining this was a spur-of-the-moment thing.

"Holy crap," the young woman said, looking at Jen. "How much do you get?" she asked.

Jen recalled the twenty-five thousand dollar check Mr. DeWight had given her earlier in the week after only two photo-shoots as she shrugged her shoulders.

She was thankful as the photographer answered. "Diamond gets paid based upon the earnings of the photos," Melissa explained, "so she could make a killing or she could bust out. But being the DSA Spokesmodel, let's just say she makes good money," the photographer winked and laughed.

As the women talked Jen looked around the room, suddenly noticing Larry her chauffeur sitting in a corner. She wondered if he had been there the whole time watching the photo-shoot when he immediately began to smile, answering her unasked question.

Instead of feeling ashamed, once again she felt a thrill of excitement run through her, her mind yet again pondering how she could have had such mind-shattering orgasms and still be turned on by a man's look.

She turned away, trying to focus on helping the photographer and her assistant pack up the equipment until Melissa finally told them her and Christopher could finish the rest of the packing. As such, Velvet and Jen followed Larry out to the car.

Once inside the vehicle the chauffer informed them they would be heading directly to Mr. DeWight's house as he pulled the limousine out of the museum's parking lot.

Jen and Velvet were both silent during the ride, each woman keeping their thoughts to themselves. They both dozed on and off, lulled from their post-orgasmic episodes, their bodies relaxed after the afternoon's photo-shoot.

Jen's mind, when awake, endlessly conjectured why her body was reacting with such intense arousal lately, and while asleep her thoughts were filled with visions of being fucked, sucked, and used over and over again by a crowd of men—many of them construction workers.

The car stopping and Larry's voice speaking within the car woke them both up. Opening her eyes and adjusting to her surroundings, Jen realized her heart was racing, her body tight, and the unmistakable feeling of wetness between her legs evidence of her body's response to her erotic dreams.

Looking around she saw they were at a gate to a driveway, Larry's voice speaking into an intercom announcing their arrival.

As the gates opened and the limousine drove up the long driveway, both Jen and Velvet were amazed.

Mr. DeWight's mansion was huge!

The driveway curved in front of the house—or mansion, she corrected herself, and she looked on in awe at the large building. The mansion was a long red-bricked structure that she estimated had over fifty rooms looking out from the front façade alone. The porch was massive, as long as two limos, with four large Greek-like columns in front which Jen realized were made completely of white marble. After Larry opened the door and they got out, she realized the steps were also made of marble as they walked to the front door.

Reaching the door, they were both startled when it was immediately opened and Jen saw Elsie standing in the doorway.

"It is about time you arrived!" she told them in an obviously nervous voice. "Larry called and told me how you got caught in traffic, so it can't be help, but come in, come in, we need to get you settled and ready for the party," she said anxiously.

As Jen and Velvet entered the building she was once again amazed at the extravagance of the place—a marbled colonnade along each wall interspersed by dark marbled statues, paintings, sculptures, as well as chaise lounges interspersed for people to rest or admire the artwork, and this was just the foyer! To the left was a large dining area with a long table that could have easily seated a hundred people. The table was covered with silver plates, dishes, and glasses as an army of scantily-clad women—apparently the catering crew—piled a various assortment of wines, liquors, hors d'oeuvres, and other food stuffs onto the plates.

The women were all wearing identical 'uniforms' consisting of short black strapless and backless dresses, the fronts exposing plenty of cleavage as the dresses extended down to barely cover the women's asses. As the women moved around the room Jen saw the dresses had obviously been made to not only expose, but flaunt the wearer's butt cheeks whenever they turned and walked. The outfits were adorned with small pink aprons, pink ruffled edges on the top and bottom, as well as a small pink bow between their breasts. In addition, the women were each wore a pink collared necklace, matching pink cuffs, and a pink ruffled garter around their thighs.

However, it was not the skimpy outfits which caught her attention which, although unusual, she somewhat expected from somebody like Mr. DeWight—who owned an adult entertainment company. What caught her eye was noting every woman wore identical pairs of black Louboutin shoes, easily identified by their unique red soles! The price of so many pairs of shoes worn by the army of catering women was staggering.

As Elsie guided them into the main area from the foyer Velvet whispered, "Did you see the shoes!" as Jen nodded, both of them impressed more with the expensive footwear than the artwork surrounding them.

And then their mouths opened again in awe as Elsie took them through two large wooden double-doors into a ballroom. The room was huge—almost the size of an auditorium with two large curved staircases going up on each side to the second floor. Looking around, Jen saw the side they entered was wider than the area leading towards the back of the house where the staircases were, the room almost shaped like a single-cut diamond. The flooring was composed of an intricate pattern of wood buffed and waxed to an impeccable shine. Around them on the walls were similar columns, artwork, and sitting furniture similar to the foyer and she realized the double-doors could be opened and a massive party could extend from the foyer into the ballroom.

But what caught Jen's attention was not the obviously expensive wooden floor, not the movie-worthy twin staircases, or even the gold filigreed furnishings of the room. What immediately drew her gaze was the large U-shaped stage containing a single, two-story tall stripper pole right between the staircases!

"This is where you'll be performing," Elsie said as if finding a thirty-foot stripper pole and stage in the middle of a mansion was an every-day occurrence. "Mr. DeWight has selected your music routine," Elsie continued, as Jen's attention was once again drawn to the well-shaped woman. "I have to be honest, his taste in music is not the best, so in the future I highly recommend you have a complete repertoire of songs for various time lengths—at least up to an hour—so you can dance to your own music," the woman said.

"How many sets will I do tonight?" Jen asked, remembering Mr. DeWight saying there would be at least two sets.

"That also changed," Elsie said with some exasperation, as if Mr. DeWight changing his mind at the last minute was not only common, but one of her pet peeves. "Originally you were planned for only two sets, then Mr. DeWight thought of three," she said. "In the end, he combined his plan for three sets into one, so you only have a single set, but it is a single forty-five minute routine," she explained, looking at Jen as if she were prepared to have Jen lash out at her for such a long set.

Jen shrugged. Although she was completely out of her element with photo-shoots, talking to reporters, or drawing attention to herself within a corporate setting, talking about dancing and planning a routine were completely in her comfort zone. "Not my preference, but I've done long sets before. Any other stipulations on being only on stage, dancing in the crowd, touching people, and so forth?" she asked, having done plenty of parties over the years and knowing what questions to ask. "Also, when can I look at the song set?" she asked.