Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

She did not even bother covering herself up, lying upon the bed naked as she stared at Nick, also naked, his cock shining with her saliva.

Without bothering to cover himself, the man opened the door.

To both of their surprise there was a naked woman—or at least what they first thought as naked, seeing her bare breasts jutting from her body. But then Jen saw the woman was wearing a pair of tan bikini bottoms, as well as a pair of clear high heeled shoes.

The topless woman smiled. "Mr. DeWight wanted me to extend his invitation to you for breakfast," the woman said, not taken aback at all at Nick being naked, let alone her own half-nakedness standing before him.

"Thank you, we should be down soon," Nick replied.

"Also, Mr. DeWight knew Diamond needed some attire for breakfast, so offers this with his generosity," the woman said, handing Nick an all-too-familiar garment box.

Once again thanking the woman, he closed the door, setting the box on the bed next to Jen as he went into the bathroom.

She heard water running, and soon the agent came out with a washcloth, which he handed to her. Accepting the damp washrag, she felt it to be warmed as she thanked him, touched by his consideration as she wiped herself off, cleaning Nick's discharge from her crotch before sitting up and grabbing the box.

Opening it, she sighed. "Why am I not surprised," she said as Nick sat down beside her, still naked, his cock now flaccid after releasing his desire within her.

Within the box was a pair of black platform sandals—typical stripper shoes—as well as a single piece of clothing. The shoes were unique, having a gun barrel as the heel, but otherwise completely black with an ankle strap.

The single piece of clothing within the box was a leopard print bikini bottom. Holding it up, Jen saw it had a pucker back, knowing it would wrap around her ass as if there were nothing there.

There was no top within the box, and Jen knew instantly—remembering the girl who had been at the door—Mr. DeWight expected her to join them topless.

"Where's the top?" Nick asked naively as Jen looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Suddenly realizing what it meant, he smiled, saying, "Cool."

Jen looked at him in disgust.

"What?" he said questioningly. "Hey, you have the best pair of tits I've ever seen, why not flaunt them?" he asked her.

Jen knew there was no getting out of this situation as she got up and brushed her hair, not even concerned about being naked in front of Nick, before putting on the bikini bottoms and shoes.

"Wow, you DO look hot," Nick told her as she quietly thanked him.

For some reason she felt even more exposed half-dressed in front of the FBI agent than she had naked. Once again her emotions and feelings were torn, on one hand humiliated at exposing herself like this, but on the other hand, her blood sped up as she felt arousal again at exposing herself to not only the FBI agent, but Mr. DeWight and her own fiancé which she would soon be meeting.

Nick put on a pair of colorful board shorts, electing to go barefoot. Even without shoes, Jen realized the man was covering more of his body than her as they left the bedroom and headed to the back of the mansion.

"Ah, here are our love birds," Mr. DeWight said as Jen and Nick walked out of the house to the patio alongside the pool.

She blushed at the obvious reference to her and Nick's lovemaking in the window, turning her attention in shame to Dan.

Her fiancé had no expression, and as she and Nick sat down, she could not tell what his emotions or thoughts were.

"I trust you both slept well?" Mr. DeWight asked, as Nick told him they slept fine.

Jen let Nick and Mr. DeWight talk while she looked around at the extravagant pool, seeing several other women performing various tasks aimed at cleaning the pool and surrounding areas, while others obviously cleaned up after the party.

All the women were dressed as she was, in nothing but high heeled shoes and bikini bottoms, their breasts swaying gently as they moved, bent down, and cleaned up the pool and outer mansion area.

"So Nick, I've often wondered what goes through a man's head when his significant other strips for a living. Or even in the case of our loving Diamond, agrees to fuck for the camera," Mr. DeWight's blunt question caught Jen's attention.

"Well," Nick said in response, apparently not at all surprised at the conversation, "I personally feel as long as she is enjoying herself, Jen can do whatever she want. The bottom line is no matter what happens, as long as she comes home to me each day, it doesn't matter. If she's having fun and enjoys herself, I really don't care what she does with others," he told Mr. DeWight as Jen stared at him in shock.

Did the man who was supposed to be serving as her fiancé just tell her boss he did not care if she fucked around, was a porn star, or stripped in front of strangers—as long as she fucking came home to him? What man would say such a thing? He had basically given Mr. DeWight a carte blanche for her to fuck whomever she was told!

Jen saw Mr. DeWight smile broadly at Nick's answer as the hostesses served them breakfast, consisting of scrambled eggs, French toast with strawberries, bacon, sausage, crepes, and toast and bagels.

"Oh crap," Mr. DeWight said before they started to eat, "I just realized we don't want Diamond to get sunburned," he said, waving to one of the hostesses, who walked immediately to their table. "Carol, would you be so kind as to get some sunscreen for Diamond?" her boss asked the woman.

The hostess nodded with a smile and left as he continued, "I'm not a fan of tan lines," Mr. DeWight said, "Which is why I ask that the models sunbath at least topless," he said and then laughed, "Well, that and who doesn't like looking at a nice pair of tits all the time," he said looking at Jen.

It was not until he smiled while Jen blushed that she realized he had received the desired response from her, her skin reddening in shame as he looked directly at her breasts.

Not wanting to play his mind games, Jen picked at her food instead of responding. Although hungry, the fact she was sitting in front of three men topless was not lost upon her, particularly after Nick's comment about how he felt about his 'fiancée' fucking other men!

Carol returned and immediately applied a generous portion of lotion into her hands and, to Jen's sudden surprise, began rubbing it directly onto Jen's shoulders and arms.

"Uh, I can do that," she said in embarrassment to the blonde woman.

Mr. DeWight waved his hands, saying, "Nonsense. At the price I am paying for you and her and the money you are bringing in, you deserve to be pampered," he told her as he waved for the woman to continue, her hands gliding across Jen's skin as she rubbed in the lotion.

And then Jen's eyes widened in surprise as the woman lowered her hands in front of her and began rubbing the lotion into her breasts!

Jen bit her tongue, suppressing a moan as the woman squeezed and rubbed the lotion into her chest. She was still aroused from her early morning sex, but was not about to give her boss any satisfaction at how uncomfortable she was, so instead, looked across the table directly at her smiling boss. She knew this was one of his many domination games, and recalling Agent Geiger telling her to choose her battles, she did not make any more fuss.

Looking next to her, she saw Nick grinning and watching the woman's hands move across her torso, while Dan looked at her intently, his emotions undecipherable.

Jen's body was feeling the effects of the woman's touch, her body still sensual after her recent fucking, and the men watching her was too much to ignore. Still, she did not want to give in to Mr. DeWight's enjoyment at seeing her unease, so accepted the woman's touch, even moving her chair and lifting her legs as Carol applied the lotion to her legs, silently praying her bikini bottoms did not betray her arousal.

Once the woman was done, her hands touching every part of her body except the one her body wanted, she left them alone. Jen attempted to eat, ignoring the throbbing warmth between her legs and the tightness of her breasts and nipples, but after having been felt up by another woman and sitting practically naked before her fiancé, his rival, and an FBI agent sworn to protect her, it was difficult—too many things going on in her mind and body to concentrate even on the simple act of having breakfast.

The men made small talk, practically ignoring Jen; not that she was complaining, happy to be disregarded as she ate her breakfast in silence, barely commenting even when the conversation centered around her, particularly her 'fiancé's' feelings about her new role within the company.

After everybody finished eating and a few more topless girls cleaned the table Mr. DeWight announced, "Well Nick, it's been a pleasure to meet with you, and I do apologize for your early flight and unable to get a return trip with Diamond, but I know you need to get to the airport," he said shaking the FBI agent's hand. "A car is waiting in the front. Diamond, Dan, and I have a few business-related things to discuss, so I wish you well," he said in way of dismissal.

Nick nodded as he gave Jen a kiss and left her alone with the two men, her beloved fiancé and his childhood rival. The absurdity of her situation—sitting before the men topless as if it were an everyday occurrence—was not lost upon her, as was her uncomfortable exhilaration, her body flushing with growing desire.

Once again, as if her mind were a broken record, she wondered what was wrong with her. She was topless before her fiancé and another man, after they had less than an hour ago watched another man fuck her, and she was turned on!

Jen's body jerked in surprise as she felt a bare foot on her calf, sliding slowly up her leg. Looking across the table she saw Mr. DeWight smile, understanding whose foot it was touching her. Dan was silently eating next to the man who continued to smile. While Dan continued to eat and Jen poked at her food, she felt Mr. DeWight's foot continue its ascent, finally moving up to her thighs before resting upon her chair, his toes resting lightly against her crotch.

Without realizing why—to her horror and humiliation—Jen scooted forward, Mr. DeWight's toes pressing even harder between her legs as he smiled knowingly and said, "Lovely man your fiancé, I can see how you fell for him," he told her as Jen pursed her lips, holding back a gasp when Mr. DeWight's foot began moving up and down, his toes tracing the cleft of her slit through her bathing suit.

Jen's previous arousal flooded through her in full force, her body having been 'primed' by Nick's earlier fucking of her while she slept and finishing as she woke up. Her curse of being more responsive following previous sex manifested, as Jen's breathing became shallow, focusing more upon the illicit touch of Mr. DeWight's foot than his conversation.

"Anyways, back to business," her boss said has his foot continued moving between Jen's legs, touching her cleft. "Diamond, this week your main job is to work with Kitten and Crystal and get your routines panned out for your syndication party. The basic rundown will be group dances for the first two sets. These will basically be 'teasers' so I expect you to remain on stage while Crystal and Kitten work the crowd up for you. The third and fourth sets will be all you. I expect the first two sets to be around fifteen minutes with your last two solo sets being longer, but plan on roughly fifteen minutes stage time," he told oddly, as Jen wondered what was planned.

His statement of planning on 'fifteen minutes stage time' versus the normal phrasing of a 'fifteen minute set' for some reason set off alarms deep within her. Most dancing sets at the clubs were around fifteen minutes, so it was not unusual; however, the phrasing Mr. DeWight used was still bothersome, as were his comments on the last two sets 'being longer.'

Still more focused upon the man's foot between her legs than his statements, she simply nodded. "And will I select the music?" she asked.

Mr. DeWight smiled as his foot pressed harder against her crotch. To Jen's shame, her hips also moved forward, tightening the pressure between her legs as her body was both thankful and regretful for the bathing suit's protection.

"For the first two, yes," he answered. "The last two, since you've shown last night how easily you can adapt to an unrehearsed set, I'll put those together. Don't worry, they'll be danceable songs," he said at her look. "I think I've done this long enough I can select a stripper's dance routine," he told her. "Did you have any complaints about your set last night?" he asked.

Jen shook her head and let the matter drop. For one thing, arguing would get her nowhere, as the man would do as he pleased, and secondly, she was still too focused upon his foot between her legs, his toes moving up and down the outline of her slit. She was ashamed to realize she was becoming wet, thankful for the dark leopard print of the suit not betraying her response to her boss' touch.

Her attention was once again drawn to Mr. DeWight as he continued speaking.

"Now, after next week you'll obviously be on your tour. Your assistant should have gone over the calendar for you, and if not, check with her when you are back in town Wednesday. I expect two sets, both themed with appropriate outfits. Those sets should also be longer than the usual, let's say around thirty minutes," he told her. "You'll pretty much stick to the same routine for the entire tour, that way people will want to see more at other events or even come to the Satin Kitty itself to watch you once you are back to the usual routine," he smiled.

"You have two weeks until your tour, so if you need to purchase anything have your assistant charge it to your card," he said matter-of-factly, discussing her tour and routines normally, as if his foot were not wedged between her legs. "Unfortunately I will be out of the country after next week, so I've decided Dan will accompany you on your tour," he said, catching both her and her fiancé's attention.

Jen was suddenly alert, finally able to focus on something other than her boss' foot feeling her crotch as Mr. DeWight said, "Granted Dan will have other things to do, but it will be cheaper travel-wise to have him join you here in LA on Thursdays, attend the board meetings, which I should be able to video conference in—and then the two of you can fly out to whatever city you are planning on touring that night. His schedule is slightly different as he'll be flying out Saturdays and you won't be flying out until Sunday, but it's still cheaper booking travel arrangements for two repeatedly. Anyways, I've set up the tour so you'll have time off Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday to practice or relax from the previous week. Wednesday's you'll fly out here to the office so you can do your interviews and such Thursday, then fly out to the clubs that night. Friday's you can meet up with the girls during the day, then perform at night. Saturdays are scheduled for your photo-shoots," he said.

Jen knew her schedule was on her computer, having gone over it with Velvet, but hearing Mr. DeWight list her itinerary was almost overwhelming. It was also difficult to listen to the man as his foot continued to rub obscenely against her crotch.

She nodded at the man's comments, inwardly happy at the chance to spend some time with Dan, even if it were only on a plane, was more than she could have asked for.

Mr. DeWight talked a bit more about logistics for her tour, but she only half-listened, knowing Velvet would fill her in if she had not already. Instead, her mind was still focused on the foot feeling her up underneath the table, cursing her body's response.

Abruptly his foot pulled back, and Jen was ashamed to discover she missed the sensation as Mr. DeWight told her she was excused to get ready to head to the airport in another hour or so.

"Larry will take you to the airport, and he'll also be the one to meet you here in LA when you fly in. I am still debating whether it would be economical for him to accompany you on your tour and drive you around each city as well—he usually does not request such things, so I am definitely considering it," he told her.

Jen had mixed feelings about the chauffer and his lecherous gaze, knowing she would be in a strange city and he would be a familiar face, but also knowing the man looked upon her like a lion looks at a piece of steak

"I'll see you before you leave, "Mr. DeWight said, "but for now, I have some stuff I want to go over with Dan," he told her.

Jen's body flushed in humiliation as she stood up and felt the dampness between her legs, her bikini bottoms wet with her desire after Mr. DeWight's touch from his foot. She was thankful for the dark material, hiding her body's reaction as she made her way back into the house and to her room.

Nick had already left, his overnight back missing from the room. Looking at the clock, Jen knew she had over an hour before needing to leave for the airport, so decided to take a shower and wash off not only the sunscreen lotion the blonde woman had rubbed into her skin, but some of the sleaze from yesterday's and this morning's sexual abuse of her body.

Kicking off her shoes and entering the bathroom, Jen was once again awed by the opulence of the room, once more comparing it to being as large as her and Dan's bedroom at home.

Moving to the large, twelve-foot open shower area, she was surprised to find the entire ceiling being one huge showerhead. Turning on the water, the water dropped not only down from the ceiling in a light rain-like stream, but water also shot from the showerheads built into the walls. There was not one area within the immense shower stall water missed, and she waited in anticipation for the luxurious feeling as the water heated up.

Finally, as steam began forming upon the single glass wall separating the shower from the bathroom, Jen slipped off her bikini bottom and stepped into the hot wall of water.

Jen sighed in total exhilaration as the hot water cascaded across her body, the heat loosening muscles still strained from her routine the night before, as well as the stress of her entire week, the strain easing from her shoulders as she soaked.

The single wall of glass separating the shower area from the rest of the bathroom quickly steamed up, and even though both ends of the shower were open, the room heated up so quickly there was no chill coming from the opened sides of the shower area as Jen stood, luxuriating in the opulent shower.

Finding several expensive bathing products, she chose one which smelled divine, lathering her hair and washing it a couple times as she pampered and gloriously soothed herself in the hot shower.

Once completed with her hair, she found a nice smelling soap, covering her body in a soft velvety foam. Even with the water falling continuously over her body she was able to wash herself with the lavish sumptuous soap, sighing to herself as she spread the frothy smoothness across her skin.

Unexpectedly she let out a startled yell as two arms wrapped around her, the pair of hands immediately grasping her soapy breasts and squeezing, the soap giving a silky, wicked sensation to her skin as an unwanted moan escaped her lips.

Jen did not need to look behind her to know it was Mr. DeWight, as the large member pressing between the crack of her ass and extending down between her legs was enough of a trademark.

"What are you doing here?" she gasped as the obviously naked man once again squeezed her breasts, this time clenching her left nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

Jen moaned as her body powerlessly leaned against the man.