Outstripped (11 page)

They
slipped out after saying goodnight to the rest and were quickly caught up by
'First' on their way to Danni's room. He was pretty pissed by this time having
downed a lot of shots during the last few hours, but "What the hell,"
Jody said. "The more the merrier," as he nuzzled the back of her neck
whilst pausing at Danni's door waiting for the key card to work.

Inside,
Jody determined her skirt had become superfluous and whipped it off again, 'for
comfort', of course. In case you were wondering she had cleaned off the
lipstick back in the Captains bathroom before leaving. Anyway she curled up at
one end of the settee as 'First' threw himself backwards 'angel fashion' on the
king sized bed. Danni had poured out a couple of sparkling wines and brought
them over to join her on the couch. She too removed her highly restrictive
skirt and the two faced each other on the couch, sipping bubbly, before
entwining their silky long legs for a deep de-brief (excuse the pun) and laugh
over the previous games and frivolities.

"Let's
see what he's made of, eh?" said Jody and they got up to check out
'First's' state of play. With one on either side of him they figured out he was
almost comatose but started undoing his belt and trousers anyway, giggling as they
went like the 'naughty' girls they were. Lifting his legs they dragged off the
offending articles and his shorts and pulled him further up the bed.

They
began stroking his thighs and teasing his balls for very little response. Danni
picked up his penis and began stroking his un-excitedness for better effect.
'First' stirred, moaned, tried to look up but then gave up, letting his head
fall back again with a big smile on his face. To their surprise, a little more
caressing and stroking had him standing to attention. They leant back and
surveyed their achievement with notable pride.

Jody
took a sip of bubbly from the side table and then leaned in over 'First's'
upright folly. Danni, gripping the base of his monument, to ensure it was
pointing heavenwards, kneeled up and came in to meet Jody, face to face, over
cock. Their gazes were fixed and their lips met. Savouring the soft, petal like
puckering, Jody opened her lips, delicately forcing reciprocation from Danni,
and she transferred the bubbly mouth to mouth in a sensual, life-saving,
intoxicating gesture.

The dick
was dropped, and it drooped anyway as 'First's' total unconsciousness had begun
to set in. The two of them rose up, kneeling in closer, and pushing breast to
breast and lips to lips they eagerly went at each other with maximum feminine
fervour.

Jody
finally had her girl, a whole girl and nothing but the girl. They had to move
fast, they needed the bed, so with a little determination and a lot of banging
about they managed to get ‘First’ onto the couch and covered him with a
blanket.

Running
and leaping back onto the bed, Danni was first. She lay face up with one knee
bent as Jody crawled her way up from the bottom of the bed. Over her feet then
legs, she momentarily stopped at crotch level to take in the moment then
proceeded higher. As she approached Danni's lips their tingling breast tips
touched, the lightest of fleshy, mammary caresses.

"This
was different, very different," thought Jody. "Men are so firm,
hairy, scratchy, big, rough in places even, but this little princess is soft,
smooth, svelte, sexy and just, well, different."

'Sugar
and spice, and all things nice,' was the term she was looking for.

Their
lips met again, softness-to-softness then Jody knelt up over Danni and
proceeded to remove her blouse, then her bra. Her nipples were on full 'perk'
and Danni used her fingers to flick them, one at a time, ever so gently. Jody
undid the buttons on Danni's blouse and got her to lift off the bed so it could
be removed. She reached behind and unclipped the bra. As Danni eased back onto
the cotton sheet tops her arms came up and her bra came off forwards. Her
perfect peaks softened and spread a little under gravity as she lay back,
smiling at their nudity.

Jody
went in again, lips to lips but this time the nipple-to-nipple sensations were
heightened, electric even, almost too sensitive.

"This
is fantastic," she thought.

She
moved down and began kissing neck, collar, chest, and breast and after a full
circuit of softness finally engulfed her first nipple of consequence. She
flicked at it with her tongue, rolling it, sliming on it, and it rose and
hardened to the occasion. Jody moved breasts. She didn't want the other one
feeling left out.

Danni
just lay back and sighed.

It was
now time to move on from the girly stuff and get down to some action. She
shuffled her way down Danni and kissed her belly and pubic mound through the
red satin. Then hooking her nails around the sides she began to draw the
panties south. Danni lifted to assist and 'there it was'. Clean shaven,
beautiful and soft, and as Jody parted Danni's legs she saw things were a
little ripened also.
Pinkish, glistening and involuntarily
parting.

"I
did that!" Jody thought to herself. "I know there's a cock in the
room, but I did that."

She moved
in and began kissing Danni's inner thighs, just above the knees. Slowly she
worked her way up the V closer and closer to the source of that wetness she
could see, and smell. The heady aroma drew her nearer. She licked a path to
each side of vulva and traced it repeatedly. Then with a long, slow deliberate
motion she licked from bottom to top along Danni's primed moist pussy lips. The
tip of her tongue hooked onto Danni's clitoral hood as she slid and caressed
her way past the little button inside and she pulled gently.

Danni
was in heaven. Her arms were up over her head and she was convinced she was at
the disposal of an expert.

Jody
'felt' like an expert.
A veritable Madame of the moment.

"All
that practice and self awareness
can
help a girl," she congratulated herself. Then in came the reinforcements.
Her fingers were on the march and she was also joined 'down there' with Danni's
own, holding on to her inner thigh tops and rubbing, caressing groin grooves as
if needing to get things moving, urgently.

Jody
jumped up and extricated herself from her own, now damp, underwear and climbed
back aboard. This time she moved higher and then higher still. She brought her
own needy, nubile, nether regions right up to Danni and presented her with an
offer she couldn't refuse. Jody's loins were also smooth and hairless other
than a tiny little V of trimmed fur pointing downwards, giving directions to
her place of pleasure. Danni looked up at Jody through her cleavage and then
got to work. The hungry lapping started, then nibbling and then nuzzling.
Saliva mixed with pussy juice makes for one peach of a mess. And though Danni
hadn't done the full girl thing herself either, this was good fun. She knew all
the right moves, all the right buttons to push, the right amount of slather,
pressure, delicacy.

"This
was fantastic," she thought, "and not a dick in sight."

Jody
turned over and straddled Danni's face.

They
both considered, "Things look very different from this angle."

Jody
fell to her elbows and the pair of them got to work on their supper once again.
The tender licking and delicate nibbling had been superseded and they were now
going at it with purpose, firmly, hungrily, messily, making sure all hallowed
ground was covered. Fingers joined tongues, stroking, poking, pushing,
prodding, flicking and licking, incessantly. Their needs were intensifying,
their tensions were increasing, their moaning was loudening and crescendos were
imminent.

Danni
started writhing, her pussy tightened around Jody's fingers, her whole body was
tensing and Jody took a firm grip to stop Danni's legs closing and preventing
her from finishing the job. She was close herself but this was a first hand
experience she didn't want to miss. She quickened the fingering and doubled the
digits, then firmed up her tongue and concentrated purely on Danni's clitoris,
rubbing, bobbing, nibbling, faster and faster, until Danni began tightening,
shuddering, moaning and bucking. Jody held on for her life, her pussy-deep fingers
were being throbbed on. This was incredible, wonderful, fascinating.

"I
should have tried this before," she thought.

Eventually
the thrashing, the excitement and the noise subsided into tranquility, but
there was a job to finish. Jody rocked backwards and pushed pussy into Danni's
face. Her warm, wet squidginess re-awoke Danni to her duties and she obliged
gracefully, "thankfully even," thought Jody. Danni's fingers got to
work above her tonguing and lipping and Jody resurrected her own route to
heaven.

Then
came a surprise, something different, if this couldn't already be different
enough. The clit nibbling stopped for a moment and the fingers were withdrawn
as if to be licked
themselves
. Jody was made to wait
then a thumb slid up and down her pussy entrance electrifying the inside of her
labia. In it went. Thankfully her little button was given the attention it
craved and deserved again and a wet fingertip began tickling the tightly
puckered hole just above. This little piggy decided to go to market. It pushed
and popped its way in, but just up to knuckle number one. Jody nearly squealed
with delight. It felt incredibly naughty and seriously tight but not painful.
In it went a whole knuckle further. Then thumb and forefinger seemed to meet on
either side of her inner wall and Danni began stroking in and out, in and out,
pinching her insides as she did.

This was
all getting too much.
It was so, so good
.
The pressure was building, her zone was on fire, she was about to erupt, and
then she did!

Tensing,
tightening, tingling, groaning and gasping for breath, gripping at sheets,
grabbing at flesh, digging her nails into Danni's thighs, she nearly drew
blood.

"Oh
My God!" she let out, when she finally calmed down.

Danni
had a ringside seat at the best fireworks display in town. The contractions and
the quivering gradually subsided and she licked all the way up Jody's super sensitized
pussy one last time and they rolled apart.

"So
that's what it's like," said Danni.

New
acquaintances Danni and Yasmin and 'First' (real name Alex) could be called
'lucky breaks' by some, but Jody was a 'people person'. She knew high calibre
friends when she met them and in time she'd know how to put them to work. To utilize
their positions, their passions and their skill sets, as it were.

Just for
now, it was their company she enjoyed. Oh, and the occasional 'knee trembler'.

Back on
terra firma in 'Old Blighty' it was raining for a change. Jody was on a mission
across town wearing her trench coat (yes 'that one') over some designer jeans
and heels.

The time
had come for our little lady to branch out
on her own
.
Lunch with Bill was arranged in The City and she arrived on time and with
plans.

As she
entered 'Dimitri's restaurant a friendly waiter offered assistance with her wet
coat. Bill stood to greet her as she came over to his
specially
reserved table. He gave her a kiss and a squeeze and they sat down at their
prime window seat overlooking the ancient financial capital, ready to take on
the world.

Bill had
no idea of the scale of Jody's plans but expected nothing less than precision
planning, meticulous organization and probably something way over the top and
out of her league. That's just the way she was.

They
ordered a glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc to go with their light Italian
lunch and Bill took the reigns of their clandestine 'get together'. Jody was
too excited. She had too much to say and too many things to blurt out. It was
best that Bill asked the sensible questions.

"What
the fuck am I here for, again?"

He had a
way with words. Of course he knew, but lightening the moment would help calm
Jody down and this was his way.

"So
you've got some plans?"

"Yep."

"Big
plans?"

"Yep."

"I
assume they involve me, otherwise you wouldn't have asked me along?"

"Yep."

"Are
you just after my body, coz I'm sorry but there's a very long waiting
list?"

"No."

"I
know the guy that put the list together. I'll see if I can get you moved up a
few places."

Jody
smiled at him and took the back of his hand. "Thanks Bill but I want more
than just your body. I want your brains and if you like what I have to say,
then I want your support."

"But
I'm using it," he joked.

"Right."

"You
mean money?"

"Yep."

"Let's
cut to the chase Jody, how much do you want?"

"No,
no, it's not like that Bill. Let me show you what I want to do then you can
make your own mind up. I'm not here begging for a hand out."

She
rummaged around in her brief (singular for a change) and surfaced with some
documents, some brochures and an exercise book/folio type thing. She moved her
cutlery and serviette out of the way and put them all down on the table.

"I
want to branch out on my own."

"Travel?"

"No,
I want my own strip club."

Bill
nearly spat his wine out. He gathered himself then began, "Wait a minute.
You've been doing this how long? Six months, and now you want to throw in your
travel agency stuff and set up in the underworld?"

"It's
not quite like that, Bill," she interrupted but he took back the
conversation.

"The
old saying goes that if you lie down with dogs, you'll catch fleas." He
raised his eyebrows questioning her judgement and gesticulated with his fingers
upwards and outwards in an, over the top, shrug.

"Hang
on Bill, I'm not about to throw anything away and not going to join Morpheus
either. I know what goes on and I know what I'm doing. Just give me a chance to
explain. Just shut your trap for a minute, will you? No jumping in,
right?"

Bill
zipped his mouth with his fingers, leant back in his chair and folded his arms
tightly.

"First
of all," she started, "I've been saving. With my Gran's money, my
wages and bonuses, thank you for yours, and my collection from Vamps, which I
haven't touched, I've got around thirty two thousand pounds. I also have an
insurance policy, which mum and dad set up when I was a baby and its due up in
a couple of weeks. Twenty years it’s been going and I had it valued last week
at thirty six thousand, four hundred pounds. So in total I've got, hang on,
sixty eight thousand, four hundred, 'squid' and I want to make something of it.

Now
before you jump in and get all 'daddy-like' and safety conscious, this isn't a
whim. I've been planning this for my whole life. Maybe not the strip club, but
I've always wanted to do my own thing. I know what I'm doing and I'm good at
it. You've seen me, you know how the girls look up to me, I know I can put it
together and I just know I can do a better job than everyone else."

"So
you're just going to quit the agency?"

"No,
I'm going to go freelance with my own agency at the same time. I've got my
licence you know. I'm confident I can get plenty of clients to come with
me," she made a big cheesy smile at him, "and it'll keep me going
till I can get the club up and running and making some money. What do you
think?"

"It
sounds like you've thought it through, at least the basics and the theory. What
do you need me for?"

"Ah
yes, well, as you know, I haven't had a great deal of experience running a
business, at least the financial side of things, and you have. Also, I'm not
sure if the money I have is quite enough for the club, and to live off, so what
I'm trying to say is, would you like to be my business partner?"

"Me,
running a strip club, I'd have no dick left in a week. Burnt out from over
excitement and friction.
"
he quipped. "Hell
yeah! Count me in."

"Actually,"
he said, "
you
'd better let me have a look at
those figures you've prepared. I'm assuming that's what they are? And, are
they, property brochures?" He pointed. "Oh just give me
everything."

Jody
nearly climbed over the table to kiss him. She could hardly contain herself.
Her initial excitement when she walked in was now elation and giddiness and
actually a little more representative of her age. Bill attempted to get a grip
of things and bring her back to planet earth.

He said,
"Whoa, hold on, don't get carried away just yet, there's a great deal to
go through before we decide to actually open up."

"You
said 'We'" Jody interjected and started clapping her hands rapidly in
front of her
moon sized
grin. "It's gonna work
Bill, I just know it, you'll see. This is the beginning of well, everything.
Thank you, Thank you. Were gonna be great together.”

After
that Bill couldn't get a word in edgeways for the rest of lunch, and since Jody
was so intent on talking, not listening, she didn't quite pick up on the point
he made about needing to involve his wife.

"For
all our little grievances and misgivings,” he started, "she is the brains
behind our operation, and she does support me you know. I'll introduce her some
time."

"Yeah,
yeah, Bill. How long do you think you'll need the figures for?" she jumped
in.

"Not
sure, give me a week and I should be able to determine if it's a goer and how
much we're going to need to get things underway."

"I've
already got a few girls lined up," she bluffed, "and it shouldn't be
too difficult to get a load more. You remember Rachael and Lucy don't you? Well
you'd better anyway."

"Of
course I do. Two of my favourites actually."

"Well
they're up for it, and, well, oh never mind, I'll leave it till you get back to
me. In the mean time, I'll put some more thoughts into names and lights and
decorations and, ooooh, its so exciting! We'll have to start looking for
premises too."

“I’ll
leave all that up to you for now," he said "I think I've got enough
on my plate studying this lot," and he gave her the brochures back.

They
finished lunch in traditional 'skinny girl, big guy' fashion. In other words,
she was watching her figure and too interested in talking anyway, so he finished
hers, as well as his own.

With
coats re-shouldered, they engaged in a mock and pretentious European style
kissing session and ended with one big heartfelt sloppy real one, right in the
middle then they left the restaurant heading in different directions.
Both in the rain.

The old
adage of never mixing work and pleasure didn't apply to Jody, as she didn't see
the difference between the two. "Work just has to be fun, otherwise what's
the point?" she said to herself. "Anyway, time to get back to
plotting and scheming." and she knew
just
how to proceed
with yet another link in the chain.

This one
was very important. It couldn't be rushed. It could take time.
A long time.
But she had time. So she was in no particular
rush. It would all come together with a little patience.

Jody set
up a meeting with her two friends and assets. She explained her big ideas about
the Strip Club, and Bill and how she was going to 'set up' as a freelance
travel agent. The pair of them loved it, but sensibly held back from jumping in
with both feet, just yet.
At least until Jody got things up
and running.

Rachael
was more than happy to take a job alongside Jody with the agency but not until
contracts and connections and Central Reservation Systems and services had been
secured and readied. She couldn't afford to leave 'Three Kings' until then. And
when the Club opened, she'd be there like a shot. Oh yes! This was her big
chance to shine, and she was getting good, very good. Her 'customer
entertainment' (lap dancing and such) was, and had always been, just fine. It
was her dancing that had improved dramatically, with a little help and guidance
and practice down at the club.

Lucy, as
it turned out could be put to work almost straight away. She was also keen to
join the club, but it was her other skills and capabilities that Jody needed
help with now.
Administrational and secretarial skills.
Lucy had been out of a 'daytime job' for some time. She'd done reasonably well
out of her dancing and hosting but extra work from Jody in setting up these
ventures would improve her 'lot' considerably.

Initially,
Jody had some 'ad hoc' requirements and tasks and such, as any business or
office arrangement would, but whilst they were in 'set up' mode, Jody had a
great plan for 'Temping' Lucy 'out' and killing a few strategic birds with one
very well placed stone.

"It
means you'll have to work in a few different places,"

"I
know, I know," chipped in Lucy.

"But
the money should be good and the work is a doddle. They never really ask too
much of 'Temps' coz there isn't enough time or any point in going through
specific training, so it's mainly just the odd letter, a bit of typing and
answering the phones. Easy."

"I
get the impression you have somewhere lined up already," said Lucy.

"Well,
other than stuff for me there isn't anything specifically arranged," Jody
replied, "but I have got a little espionage of the horny guy type for you
to cut your teeth on."

"So
long as he's hot, I don't mind a bit of wheelin' an' dealin' but I don't want
to get into anything dodgy."

"You'll
be fine. This'll be right up your street. Six two, dark, handsome, go getter,
runs a big company down the East End, and all you have to do is seduce him, get
the job and steal the diamonds. Voila!"

"You're
'avin' a laugh aren't you? Diamonds?"

"I'm
yanking your chain, Lucy," interrupted Jody "You just have to take
care of him, if you know what I mean, and run a few tiny errands for me whilst
you're there. Nothing serious, he's an old boyfriend, so I can't do it myself
but I can tell you now, you won't be disappointed."

"So
he really is a catch then? I suppose he can't be
that
bad if you've already been there."

"Yeah,
he really is, but you can't ever mention me or my name or anything about us and
what we do. Anything O.K.?"

"Yes
okay. When and where for this job?"

"Actually
you have to get him to ask you to do it. That's part of the game, and the fun
of it. Now before you go all weird on me, it'll be fun. I've got everything
worked out. I know where he lives, where he works, what he does, where he
drinks, his mates, his cars, his inside leg and the colour of his socks every
day of the week."

"You're
jokin' aren't you Jody, nobody knows all that shit, unless you've been stalking
him of course?"

"No,
not at all," she lied, "I remember some of it and I had another
friend fill in the gaps for me. I just wanna surprise him one day, so we've got
to keep it totally hush-hush."

"Yeah,
yeah, I've already said okay."