Mike & Karen Ch. 22

A thumping rhythm began, and she recognized the song 'Rag Doll' by Aerosmith. Jenny's face lit up with excitement. "Ladies!" she exclaimed, looking at them all. "Time to give this party a boost! C'mon, I'm going up!"

They all laughed and squealed, following their leader as she rushed to the wooden bar and clambered up onto it. The two bartenders, long accustomed to the countess Penrose's antics, simply pulled any glasses and bottles away as she began strutting and dancing about to Steven Tyler's gravelly voice, gyrating her hips while her hands wandered around her body.

Her friends were all laughing and clapping, as were many people sitting on the patio, watching her. She sauntered back and forth across the bar top, smiling at anyone sitting at it. One drunk young man leered and reached up and began caressing her leg, just above her sexy ankle boots.

She smirked and placed the sole of her boot against his chest and then pushed without much effort, causing the drunk boy and his stool to tumble backwards and crash to the deck, spilling his beer everywhere. Everyone nearby roared with laughter, including his mates. Jenny went on dancing.

The song ended and everyone applauded. Flush with joy, Jenny bowed, letting everyone see down her halter top, showing off her frilly bra and large breasts. One handsome young man walked up and smiled, holding his hand out to her. She took it and slipped down gracefully from the bar top.

"No stranger to wild abandon, are you, miss?" he said easily in a clean accent. He was a rather handsome sort, with dark hair and hazel eyes. He had something of a dark-haired Rick Astley thing going on, but was thankfully of a normal height. Short guys tired Jenny often.

"Well, listen to you," she said, smirking. "You're not a native, you're from Old Blighty. The Nott, unless I'm mistaken and have had a few too many."

"Guilty as charged," he said, nodding. "Mansfield, in fact. James Harding."

"Not the Hardings who are also the earls of Ravensworth," Jenny said, shaking his hand.

"One and the same," he admitted, almost blushing. "You won't hold that against me, will you?"

"My dear sir, I am Jenny Penrose, my father is Earl Greymoor, down in Carrot-town," she replied, laughing.

"I thought that was RP I heard," James said rather eagerly now. "You live at Heatherly, right?"

"That's the family hovel, yes, but I live here in Perth right now, majoring in business and property management," Jenny explained, gesturing around herself at the surrounding country. "I've been here a few years now, had to work damnably hard to not take on the local accent."

"Perish the thought," he laughed. "I've just come down for the holiday, never been to everyone's favourite penal colony."

"You have no idea how close you've hit to the mark, my good man," she said, taking his arm and leading him away from the bar to somewhere they could speak more quietly. She found them a table and he sat her before taking his own seat. "How long are you here for, James?"

He shrugged rather helplessly. "I have this week and next off, before returning to hit the books at Cambridge. Studying to be a surgeon."

"A modern peer, are we?" she quipped, resting her chin on her fingers as she looked at him, smiling.

"I've no head for our family businesses, unfortunately," he sighed. "To say dad is disappointed is a minor understatement. He'll have to pass everything to my younger brother, rather than the natural heir."

She nodded. "Papa was quite annoyed with me for being a girl, and the eldest. But I am majoring in business so that I can manage all our properties and keep them profitable in the new world, Heaven help me."

"You would be Heaven if you could help me with that bumf," he chuckled, shaking his head rather ruefully. "But I'm being rude. May I buy you a drink, Miss Penrose?"

"Please, I'm just Jenny," she insisted, putting her hand atop his and smiling warmly. "Even the local plebs don't need to address me by my title. Well, not unless they piss me off. And yes, my lord, you may buy me a drink."

She put up her hand and one of the bartenders hurried over. Jenny Penrose never waited for anything. Ever.

"Clyde, champers, please," she said easily. The young bartender turned and Jenny patted him on the butt as he went back to the bar. She then looked back at her conversation partner and smiled. "A nice boy, but not much for small chat. But he knows what I like to drink, so he serves his purpose."

"You are a remarkably self-possessed young woman, Jenny Penrose," he observed, liking the feel of her hand on top of his. "And quite the free spirit, despite your responsibilities."

"Oh, today happens to be my birthday, so perhaps I am cutting loose a little more than I normally would," she said, waving her table-dancing antics off and as Clyde the bartender brought over a bottle of her preferred champagne. The bartender poured their first glasses before leaving them to it.

"Happy birthday, then, Jenny Penrose the Unfettered," he said, holding up his glass. She clinked hers against it and they drank to her birthday.

"Pity you are only here for the break," she mused as she refilled their glasses. "Frankly, it's nice to hear the diction from back home when it's not droned at me by my father, or his walking corpse of a butler."

"I am amazed I managed to escape without a chaperone," James admitted. "As it is, I am here with some other students in residence from my courses. There was a group discount, and not all of them could afford this otherwise."

"Most noble of you to slum with them," she cooed, smirking and winking. She could tell that he was totally taken in by her dancing brown eyes. Good. Her evening was looking up. "Are you obligated to spend your time with them?"

"Well, no," he said, blushing slightly. "I-"

"There you are," a young man blurted as he strode up to the table, looking angrily at Jenny. "Look at what you've done to my shirt, you plug!"

Jenny recognized him as the guy at the bar she'd pushed over when he started copping a feel on her while she danced. She seemed unfazed by his aggressive demeanour. "One could argue, good sir, that it was just desserts for being fresh while I was providing a free show. Nobody asked for your assistance, after all."

"This shirt is ruined, you bitch, and you're going to pay for it!" he said harshly.

"Hey now," James interjected, starting to stand, but Jenny held out a hand, indicating to him that she had this under control. Just as well, since James was studying to be a surgeon, and she didn't want him to injure those hands unnecessarily.

"Is that all?" Jenny asked. "I would be happy to dry clean it for you, or even buy you a new one, if that-"

"Not even close, slut," the guy snarled, reaching down and grabbing her wrist to pull her to her feet. "I intend to get some of my own back!"

James surged to his feet to stop the man, but was rewarded with a fist to the jaw for his troubles, sending him tumbling to the deck. Jenny, however, was no shrinking violet, and she rammed her knee into her assailant's crotch, hard enough to double him over. Before he was ready, Jenny took him by the neck and shoved him roughly, sending him into another table full of guests. They objected to his sudden presence and began roughing him up. Before long, a fight broke out, with more than a few of Jenny's gal pals involved.

"This way, Rocky," she said as she pulled James to his feet and led him hurriedly past the bar and away from the fight. "Back later, Steve!"

"Never a dull moment with you around, Jen," sighed the senior bartender, shaking his head. "Happy birthday indeed."

Laughing, she pulled James along the beach as the wind picked up. In the distance, she could see flashes of Perth's famed tropical lightning, meaning a storm was inbound. Jenny hurried along, thinking about how eventful this evening had been thus far. She just needed one more thing to happen for it to be complete.

"The locals call this wind the Fremantle Doctor," she called back as she ran, still holding his hand. "And there's a storm coming, so we want some cover, right quick!"

"Shouldn't we just have gone into the club, then?" James queried, feeling the wind kicking up now as he followed her along the dark beach, their feet sinking into the powder-soft white sand.

"There's no telling if that fight will spill into the inside, the locals are fond of their punch-ups," Jenny laughed. "I know a more secluded space where you're less likely to get slugged."

"If I'm to get slugged less, would that not deprive me of your company?" he called to her, and she laughed gaily.

She found her objective, a small grotto in a rock formation large enough for them to fit in. She ducked inside and weaved to a small open area, breathing heavily and laughing. The lightning flashes were practically over them now. James was looking around in wonder now, and she could barely see him in the darkness of the grotto.

"Welcome to my little hidden kingdom," she panted, releasing his hand finally and gesturing around. "Well, not so much hidden, as I declare it to be mine when no one else is about."

"Quite charming, although the acoustics need some work," he replied, hunching forward slightly to catch his breath, his hands on his needs. "Does your kingdom have an apothecary that can prescribe something for a headache?"

"Oh, right, I'm sorry, I forgot that little detail in all the excitement," Jenny said softly, coming up to him and taking his hand to lead him back outside for a moment. She kept her fingers on his face and used the lighting's illumination to examine his jaw. Aside from a small bruise and some minor swelling, he seemed none the worse for wear. "You'll be happy to know, doctor, that I think I can safely conclude that you will live. Your condition is not terminal."

"Does that include continued association with you?" he quipped, making her smirk.

"That's not how I characteristically kill my chums, no," she said easily, convinced he was all right. "Back inside with you now, get a wiggle on."

They went back inside and Jenny produced a small torch from her bag. She turned it on, and it was more than bright enough to illuminate the space. James seemed impressed as he looked around. There was a small hole in the rock formation about ten feet over their heads, allowing them to see the sky.

Jenny smiled and gestured farther into the enclosed space. Not far away, the waters of a small pool glinted in the torchlight.

"The true pride of my kingdom," she said as James went over and looked at the pool. "Not huge, but big enough for an intimate party."

"The water is so clear," he breathed as he gazed into the pool. He knelt and put his hand in it. "Not as cold as I expected, either."

"Well, unless you are pressed for time, would you care to join me for a dip, your lordship?" she queried, sauntering over to the pool.

He looked at her in amusement. "Didn't we just dash in here to escape the rain and keep from getting soaking wet?"

"Oh, only my clothes, of course," Jenny said, setting down her bag and torch at the edge of the pool and then pulling off her halter top, now wearing only her frilly bra and her high-waisted jeans. The pants didn't last long either, and soon she was only in her bra and matching panties, totally unashamed before him. James tried not to stare and failed miserably.

"Oh, come now," she said, smirking. "Don't tell me you've never skinny-dipped before, Lord Ravensworth. It's such an important tradition for the peerage when the rabble aren't watching."

"I... not often... only once, really," he admitted, blushing. "And it wasn't with... well..."

"Why, James Harding," she said, her eyes glinting in amusement, as she unhooked her bra. "Do you shoot mink from the hip?"

"What?" he gaped, his eyes widening. "Oh, me, no, no, I just..."

"Well, it's good to hear you're not gay," she added, removing the bra and allowing her bounteous breasts free of their confines. "Because that would make my attempts to seduce you rather more difficult, wouldn't it?"

James seemed to have forgotten how to speak, staring dumbly at Jenny's breasts. She smiled slyly. "Well, clearly you're not gay, but I still don't know who it was you've skinny-dipped with that one time. And you now know a lot more about me."

He looked up from her breasts to her lovely face and saw her smiling at him. "You... you mean to seduce me?"

"Well, intent is only part of the whole equation," she reasoned. "The question is, do you intend to answer my advances in an affirmative way, or shun me like a common cur within the bounds of mine own realm?"

"Oh, I could never shun you like a common cur," he said hastily, shaking his head.

"It is little better to be shunned as an uncommon cur, I might point out," Jenny said. "I ask thee again, Ravensworth: will you accede to my wishes and come fuck me in this moonlit pool?"

James said nothing for several seconds, just staring at her. As if to sweeten the deal, Jenny bent over and peeled off her panties, standing up and holding them out to the side before dropping them. She now stood before him completely naked, her pale smooth skin gleaming in the dim light.

He'd never seen such a lovely creature. Her long hair was blonde, her eyes a dancing brown, her smile mischievous but still genuine. Her shapely shoulders led the view to magnificent breasts, larger than was fair, and yet her waist was slender. Her hips framed her pussy, which she kept shaved, before tapering down into her long legs and elegant feet. She was an angel with a penchant for giddy chaos.

"I..." he managed to begin saying, still staring at her. "I accede to your wishes, Lady Greymoor. I cannot possibly say no to so heavenly a being."

Jenny smiled warmly, enjoying the tingle his words gave her. She found herself already liking this boy much more than she'd expected. She gestured to him simply. "Dost the lord intend to somehow accede to my wishes despite his clothing?"

James blinked and looked down, remembering that he was still fully dressed, whereas Jenny was already deliciously nude. "Oh, yes... of course..."

"Can his lordship manage his own disrobing, or would he care for some assistance?" Jenny asked coyly, winking at him.

"I... you're more than welcome to help..." he offered.

"Good, I think it's only fair that I see what I'll be working with," Jenny pointed out, wiggling over and standing in front of him. Her eyes held his as she reached for the hem of his polo shirt and pulled it over his head. He had a trim, fit build, and wasn't too hairy. She'd had her share of werewolves and gorillas since coming to these shores, and it was nice to see some proper grooming for a change.

"Clearly you exercise and eat right," she mused, running her hands over his chest. His skin was smooth and strangely tan for someone from the middleshires. Not that she minded, of course. She'd gotten something of a tan herself since moving down to Perth.

Jenny now knelt in front of him, but kept looking up into his eyes, smiling slyly. She unbuckled his belt and then undid the buttons on his shorts, pulling them down deftly but not quickly. There was no rush, after all.

Thank God, he's wearing boxers and not those ridiculous tighty-whities...

She pressed her palms gently against the silky material of the boxers, caressing around without touching his cock. She felt him shiver and then bent lower to take off his shoes and socks before returning to the underwear.

Without much ado, she pulled them down slowly, looking at what lay beneath and smiled. "Well now, I consider myself quite lucky you're not spoken for this evening, good sir."

He smiled rather nervously. "Thanks..."

He hand now caressed against his cock, soft but twitching with nervous energy. It jumped beneath her touch. "Let's see if we can bring Little Lord Ravensworth to life, hm?"

He watched wide-eyed as Jenny kissed his manhood gently. His cock throbbed in her hand and she pressed her lips to it, feeling its softness and sighing. She needed this tonight. What birthday was complete without a good, solid rogering?

Holding him, she kissed the head and slid the tip of her tongue around it. She slowly teased him to life, feeling him swelling in her hand. She detected a wetness forming between her legs and she hummed gently as she took him into her mouth.

James watched in awe, but couldn't help moaning. Not that Jenny minded, since it let her know that he liked what she was doing. He bit his lip and shivered. He wasn't a virgin, but he didn't have that much experience, and this girl was clearly a succubus, having just turned twenty. Her mouth and her tongue felt incredible around him.

Jenny had him hardening nicely by the time she began bobbing back and forth, the fingers of her free hand reaching up and grazing the fingernails over his abdomen. She shivered as well when he placed his hands gently on the sides of her head, fingers flexing and curling in her blonde hair.

"Mmmm, that's more like it," she said as she pulled back, examining her handiwork. "Nice and sturdy. Exactly what I need."

"Should I... should I reciprocate?" he asked, releasing her hair and looking down at her.

Jenny smirked as she stood. "No need to see you kneeling in front of me just yet, I'd much rather feel you in me..."

She took his hand and led him toward the rocky edge of the pool, smiling at him. "It's only about two and a half meters deep, but if you put your back to the wall and brace yourself, I'll handle the rest..."

She waited while James sat and eased himself into the water. While it wasn't warm, it wasn't cold either. She smiled and rolled her eyes as he adjusted to the temperature. Once he was in and had his arms braced along the pool's edge, Jenny laughed loudly and cannonballed in, splashing everywhere. She swam underneath and then turned around under the surface, holding her breath before moving over to where he was, laying her hands on him. Then she moved in and found his cock, relieved to see it was still hard.

Surfacing, she drew in a breath and looked into his eyes in the dim light. "Ready, big boy?"

"I... shouldn't we put something on me first?" he asked somewhat hesitantly.

She smiled and shook her head a little as she put her arms around her neck. "I'm on the pill, and it's not that time, so we're good. And frankly, I want to feel you cum in me. It's my birthday, after all, and I should get what I want."

James nodded and waited while Jenny arranged herself. "You just hold yourself in place and float, I've got this..."

He trembled as he felt her reach down and hold his throbbing cock in place. She was still staring into his eyes when she bit her lip and he felt a heavenly, warm sensation envelop him. Jenny sighed as he penetrated her and she pushed forward, taking him deeper inside.

"Yes," she breathed, delighted to have a cock inside her. "Now just relax and let your lower body float away from the wall. Keep your arms braced..."

James did as instructed and he felt her legs wrap around his waist, squeezing and pushing him even deeper into her hungry quim. He was mostly floating and he had her impaled on his cock. He moaned in pleasure. This was turning into a great trip!

Keeping her eyes locked with his and her legs locked around his hips, Jenny began pumping her hips as thunder rumbled outside and lightning flashed. Rain had begun, and the wind was howling. But it couldn't reach them in this dark little sanctum.

Rain began coming down through the small hole in the top of their rock shelter, pattering onto them in the pool. Jenny sighed and leaned backward, letting him see her heaving breasts as she pushed down with her hips. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up through the aperture, enchanted by how exquisite this moment was.