The Jenna Arrangement Pt. 25

Trish shook her head. "Thanks, but no, I'm okay, really. The truth is, I'm scared to death, but also incredibly excited."

"Me too," Jenna smiled.

Trish took a deep breath. "Then let's do this."

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Tom had taken up a position just on the other side of the partition. He'd overheard their conversation but decided to let them both come to a decision on their own.

He himself was also excited yet nervous. Excited to see just what the girls would do; nervous only about the reactions, or actions, of the men in the theater.

He looked out over the theater to see the two other occupants looking his way, their faces a mix of surprise and curiosity. "They're just trying on some clothes," he said casually. "If you guys behave yourselves, they may even model them for you."

A third man, tall and lanky, entered the theater just as he finished this, followed closely by another man, short and pudgy.

The tall man caught his eye. "Cool if we join? Ted already told us; look but don't touch."

Tom had to smile, and some of his nervous tension left him. Ted had their backs. It was good to know. "Sure, make yourself comfortable."

The two newcomers made their way to the front. They chose the couch directly center stage, and sat at opposite ends of it.

Just in time. Jenna poked her head around the partition. "You ready?" she whispered to Tom.

"Whenever you are, darlin'."

Jenna inhaled deeply, steadying herself, then stepped out from behind the partition.

Five sets of jaws dropped as she took center stage, including Tom's.

The black lace bra she wore was sheer and floral patterned. Even in the dim lighting her nipples were prominent and visible under the silky fabric. The underwire running beneath the cups lifted her pert breasts, pushing them forward, making them look bigger than they were.

The matching high waist panty was adorned with a frilly laced skirt that barely reached her pubic bone. The black patch of the crotch covered her privates, but just barely.

Jenna gave a spin, revealing her barely clad ass, the see through skirt doing absolutely nothing to conceal it.

Again facing forward, she glanced sideways at Tommy, who was grinning ear to ear. Then she addressed her audience. "So, what do ya think, guys?"

The four men burst into a round of applause and whistles. She noticed with a flush of excitement that the balding man she'd passed earlier had forgotten his efforts to cover himself in his excitement, his decently sized cock now waving at her as it twitched its appreciation.

To her right, the older man was jerking away, stroking his short, stubby member with one hand, whistling through his fingers with the other.

The two newcomers seated in the center hadn't yet taken their cocks out, and as Jenna met their gaze, they looked unsure. "Go ahead, whip'em out if you wanna. I won't mind." Their faces lit up at her encouragement, and immediately they reached for their zippers.

While she was enjoying the attention, Jenna felt suddenly very much alone. "Trish? You coming out any time soon?"

"One...second," Trish grunted from behind the partition. "This thing is...snug."

Several seconds ticked by before Trish finally stepped out from behind the partition. She came slowly at first, her face flushed red even in the dim lighting, but with more confidence when she heard the cheers and applause of the men.

The vinyl purple bustier she wore clung tightly to every inch of her curvy frame. Her full breasts bulged from the low cut top, jiggling as she walked, as if struggling to break free. The matching leggings came halfway up her thighs, highlighting their thickness.

She spun around as Jenna had, and Tom took a moment to appreciate how the form fitting outfit made her already round, plump ass look even fuller.

The men in the seats had ceased their applause, now busy stroking their cocks as the girls strutted around the stage in their sexy outfits.

While incredibly aroused as well, Tom abstained from touching himself for the time being. While the men were behaving themselves so far, he wanted to remain alert and ready in case anyone decided to act up. Besides, he was still hoping to have some fun with both of them at some point if all went well.

Two more men entered just as the girls had finished their third lap around the stage. They paused momentarily, taking in the spectacle, then found seats just behind the front couch.

Jenna spotted them immediately. "Welcome, guys. You're just in time. We were just about to go change into another outfit."

Tom couldn't help but admire Jenna's pure confidence. They'd discussed her fantasy being nude, or partially nude, in front of men before. And now here she was, making it a reality.

Tom couldn't help but wonder just how far she might take it.

With a wave, Jenna and Trish returned behind the partition. Tom followed them. "You ladies seem to be enjoying yourselves so far," he said. "How are you feeling?"

Jenna flushed, but her grin remained wide. "Scared to death. But also loving every second of it."

"I still can't believe we're really doing this," Trish sputtered. "My heart is racing. But I gotta admit, crazy as it is, I'm starting to enjoy it too."

"Well I trust you both enough to have fun with this if it's what you want. I'm enjoying the show myself, and I know your audience is."

"Thank you," said Jenna. "And I promise we won't let things get out of hand. I'm not planning on touching anyone, or being touched. I'm just enjoying...showing off."

"Same," Trish agreed. "I'm definitely not interested in messing with ANY of those guys. But I don't mind them jerking off."

Tom nodded. "I didn't think you'd do anything like that, but good to know. I'll make sure to run interference if any of them try anything. And I'll yell for Ted if I have to. But I don't think it will come to that. Now get changed, don't keep your fans waiting."

Tom stepped back out to the front of the partition and counted two more new faces in the growing crowd. He worried a little about the increased numbers but none of them looked like trouble makers.

Just then, a young woman appeared through the curtain. Looking around, she spotted Tom and made her way over.

Tom couldn't help but take in her appearance. Her black leather miniskirt was matched by a snug black halter top that displayed her firm round breasts nicely. A large leather bag hung from her shoulder.

Her jet black hair was short, shaved along the sides, with wild, goth / punk spikes sticking up, the tips highlighted with rainbow colors.

Her makeup suited the rest of her; dark eyeliner that gave her an almost racoon like appearance, with lipstick to match. Her bare arms were covered in tattoo sleeves.

Despite her dark demeanor, she offered him a very friendly smile as she approached. "Hi, I'm guessing you're Tom? I'm Lizbeth. Teddy sent me back to check on things. Everything okay so far? These pervs giving your friends any problems?"

"No," answered Tom. "They've just been watching and, well, you know."

Lizbeth laughed. ""Yeah, I know. You get used to it working here. I barely notice it anymore."

"Are you one of the...performers here?" Tom asked tentatively.

"Yeah, I wasn't scheduled to come in for another hour, but Teddy called me, told me he was short handed after Missy called in sick so I figured I'd come in early."

"I hope we're not stealing your thunder. We can go if you'd like," Tom offered apologetically.

Lizbeth smiled. "Nah, it's okay. I was watching a little of your lady friend's performance earlier; they're a good warm up act. Besides, the main crowd won't be in for a while yet. These guys are just the stragglers that were hanging around the store. Only reason they came in here at all was they saw your girls go back."

"We're ready," Jenna's voice suddenly rang out from behind the partition. "You guys wanna see the next outfits?" The men catcalled and hooted appreciatively.

Jenna stepped out first, wearing a blood red Devil themed ensemble. Black straps crossed her otherwise bare midriff, connecting the vinyl bra to the silken bottom piece that ran between her legs, becoming nothing more than a thin red string that ran so deep between her ass cheeks it all but disappeared. A devil horned headpiece completed the outfit.

Trish came out next, in a white, lacy angel costume, complete with fur neckline and delicate lace wings on the back. Again her ample cleavage was well on display, and the back revealed just as much of her rump as Jenna's. A halo headpiece adorned her long dark locks.

Jenna gave Tom a quizzical look when she spotted Lizbeth standing beside him, but continued her performance, strutting with confidence around the stage along with Trish. The girls bent, wiggled and shook their hips like seasoned pros.

The gathered crowd ate it up, whistling and cheering. Looking out from the stage, Jenna could barely see her audience, but could tell the ones closest were definitely masturbating. Seeing them stroke their cocks for her and Trish sent a shiver through her body and a tingle through her nether regions. While she didn't find any of them particularly attractive, and a dick was, after all, just a dick, knowing they were responsible for their erections excited her, much as it had back when she used to watch guys masturbate on Omegle.

She also thought back to the first time she'd met Tommy, of course. She remembered the secret thrill of having someone who was then a complete stranger expose and pleasure himself to her.

She desperately wanted to touch herself, to reach down and massage her aching clit. But she held off. Turned on as she was, she wasn't quite ready to go that far in a room full of strange men.

Still, she had one last surprise for them.

"Wanna see one more?" She asked the crowd. The men of course cheered.

"Be right back. Try not to pop until we get back, you're definitely gonna want to see these last ones." Glancing behind her, she noticed the TV, still playing. A blonde with massive fake tits was sucking off a man with a dick that could probably choke a giraffe. "In the meantime, I guess she can entertain you," she giggled.

Jenna and Trish scampered back to the partition, pausing by Tommy. "Made a new friend?" Jenna asked.

Lizbeth introduced herself and quickly explained why she was there.

"Well, thanks for being here for us," said Jenna. "Are you sure you don't mind us giving them one last show? We don't want to interfere with your work."

"Honestly, I don't mind," smiled Lizbeth. "Now get back there and change before these guys finish themselves off prematurely."

Jenna and Trish quickly disappeared behind the partition.

When they reappeared a few minutes later, a collective gasp rose from the crowd.

Jenna and Trish wore matching fishnet bodysuits. The floss thin material left their entire bodies all but completely exposed.

"Holy fuck, they're brave for first timers," smirked Lizbeth.

Tom was simply speechless. He'd seen them naked, had sex with them multiple times. But he'd never seen them like this before.

Having them all but nude, prancing before an audience of strange men who were now masturbating at a furious pace to the erotic display of feminine flesh and beauty before them, aroused him incredibly.

Without thinking, he reached down and squeezed his rock hard erection over his jeans.

"Hey, if you wanna whip it out, I don't mind," Lizbeth quipped, startling him out of his daze. "Like I said, I'm used to it."

Tom considered it for a moment. He'd wanted to save himself for the girls, so he could fuck their brains out, either in one of the video booths, or when they got home.

But he now had an opportunity to indulge his own little fetish and expose himself in front of a woman he'd just met, who was consenting to it.

Speaking of consent, he pondered what Jenna and Trish would think. Just as this thought crossed his mind, his eyes met Trish's.

Grinning, she turned and nudged Jenna, whispering in her ear. Jenna turned and locked eyes with him, then glanced down to his crotch, his hand still over his obvious bulge. Then they flicked over to Lizbeth, standing beside him.

A wry grin formed on her sweet red lips. Her eyes found him again and, with a smile, dropped him a sly wink.

"Fuck it," he thought, "nothing ventured, nothing gained."

Undoing his pants, he pulled out his cock. It sprung up with a bounce, relieved to be freed from its tight confines.

As he slowly stroked himself, he focused on watching Jenna and Trish as they continued their amateurish gyrations on stage, but was very conscious of Lizbeth, still standing by his side.

Was she watching him? Probably not, he thought. She's seen plenty of guys jacking off, and probably wasn't the least bit interested in yet another random dick.

Still, it added to the thrill of it, this oddly attractive young woman standing directly beside him as he masturbated to his two lovers dancing on stage to a group of several men, all with their dicks firmly in hand and jerking madly to the nearly nude girls.

"Impressive. I can see why they like you." Lizbeth's voice started him out of his revery.

"What?" He turned to find her looking at him, her darkly glossed lips turned upwards in a grin.

"I said, I can see why they like you. I kinda figured you must be pretty well equipped to handle two girlfriends." Her eyes glanced down at his cock, her gaze lingering for several seconds before she looked back up at him. "They're lucky girls."

Tom felt himself flush at the compliment. Both in his face, and down below. "Thanks," he replied sheepishly. "But I'm the lucky one."

"Yeah, you are," she agreed. "I bet you wouldn't mind me making a pass at either of them, would you?"

Tom had to laugh. "No, probably not."

Lizbeth returned his laugh. "I didn't think so. Unfortunately, my girlfriend WOULD mind." She nodded towards the girls. "Still, they're fun to watch, I gotta admit. Very free spirited. I'm sure they're even more fun in private."

Tom couldn't help but allow himself to look Lizbeth over one more time. She was curvy, in all the right places, with a perfectly rounded little pot belly beneath her form fitting tank top. Her obviously pierced nipples stood out from her braless breasts beneath the dark fabric of her top.

Lizbeth caught him looking, but didn't object. "You can see more if you stick around for my show later," she winked.

Tom blushed slightly, but managed to meet her eye. "Maybe. Or you could just join in with us pervs now?" he suggested, half jokingly.

"Nah, I'll be doing that soon enough." Opening her carry bag, she held it for him to see. It contained a variety of sex toys of all shapes and sizes. "And they'll be paying me to do it."

"Ah," said Tom, taking her polite hint. "Well, I'll see if the girls wanna stick around after they finish."

Jenna and Trish were still strolling lewdly around the stage, their audience now quiet, focused on the girls as they continued to masturbate in their seats.

Tom had begun stroking himself again as well. He was still deciding on whether he would allow himself to cum, or try and save it for later when Lizbeth tapped him on the shoulder.

"Here," she smirked, holding out a box of tissues. "In case you need them. Oh, and that reminds me..." Turning, she yelled out to the crowd, "Make sure you use the tissues, guys! I don't wanna have to clean up after you later!"

The men reluctantly grunted their acknowledgement but never turned their eyes from the stage.

Jenna had now taken center stage, and was trying to decide how to end their performance. Summoning her courage, she leaned into Trish and whispered something in her ear.

"Are you sure?" Trish asked with soft surprise. Jenna gulped, then nodded affirmatively.

Stepping behind her, Trish put her hands on Jenna's hips. Slowly, she ran them up her sides, then briefly cupped both breasts, squeezing and pinching Jenna's already hard nipples.

Her hands moved around Jenna's back, then up to her shoulders. Ever so slowly, she eased the spaghetti straps of the bodysuit down.

Jenna held her eyes closed as Trish continued to slowly tug at her skintight costume, feeling her breasts slip free from it with a little bounce.

She trembled as Trish kept going, tantalizingly slow, the suit slipping lower and lower from her flushed body until it reached her waist, where Trish paused.

Opening her eyes, Jenna looked out across the theater. Every eye was glued to her, every cock exposed and throbbing as their owners tugged at them lustfully.

She turned to find Tommy, not surprisingly masturbating as well, Lizbeth still beside him, taking it all in with a casual smile.

Flashing her trademark grin, she gave him another wink.

Her heart racing, her throat dry, and her pussy damp, she whispered to Trish, "Finish it."

Trish renewed her efforts, pulling the suit off Jenna's hips, her fiery red pubes slowly coming into view as the suit slipped still lower.

With a final tug, the suit fell down around Jenna's ankles. Stepping out of it gracefully, she stood before the crowd, fully naked.

A mixture of panic, pride and arousal ran through her. The feeling was intoxicating.

Suddenly, the balding man to her left jumped up out of his seat, his cock bouncing with his steps as he approached the stage.

Tom stepped in to stop him when the man held up a fistful of dollar bills. "Just just wanna tip," he offered. Tom nodded and let him pass.

The man approached Jenna slowly, holding out the cash. "Y,you're so b,beautiful," he stuttered, "C,can I c,cum for you?"

Startled, Jenna looked at Tommy, who simply shrugged.

Stealing herself, she faced the red faced man. His cock was twitching, anticipating a much needed release.

"Sure," she purred, "why not? Can't leave you in that state now, can we? Just remember, no touching, okay?"

"Wait! Wait," Lizbeth called. "Hang on one second!"

Lizbeth scrambled behind the partition, appearing moments later with a handful of towels.

Quickly, she laid them out across the front of the stage. "Don't get any on her," Lizbeth warned the man. "Remember: tissues or towels."

The man nodded quickly then turned his attention back to Jenna, who had pulled up one of the chairs and taken a seat before him. His face was now eye level with her lap, and, parting her legs slowly, she offered him a glorious view of her glistening sex.

It took maybe ten seconds from the time the man had grabbed his cock again for him to cum, an explosion that sent a geyser of spunk raining down to the towels below.

His face contorted wildly, gasping loudly as his head rocked back with the release.

Catching his breath, he looked up at Jenna, smiling sweetly down at him. "Feel better?"

"Yes, t,thank you," he blushed. Mopping himself up with some tissues, he quickly covered himself up and stepped away.

Two more men immediately took his place, both tossing handfuls of cash on the stage before taking themselves in hand.

"Fuck it," grumbled Trish, who'd been standing behind Jenna, "I'm getting in on this."

Grabbing the second chair, she set it beside Jenna, then unceremoniously stripped off her outfit. Straddling the chair, she took up the same position, her legs open, her creamy bald pussy clearly on display.

Just in time; the two masturbating men came simultaneously, their streams crossing each other to splatter across the stage, landing on the towels at the girls feet.

Wordlessly they zipped up and stepped aside as yet another man took their place.

One by one, the remaining men moved in, gathering around the front of the stage as they waited their turn, deposited their tip on stage then masturbated.

The girls offered them gentle encouragement, giggling hysterically as load after load of cum squirted out before them to soak into the now drenched towels.