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   Chapter 11 More clothes shopping

   Susan didn't say a word the next morning, neither about how embarrassed
she was, nor how much she enjoyed it.  I didn't either.

   'Shall we go to Small Things this afternoon,' I suggested, 'and maybe
the adult shop tomorrow.  Hopefully you will have some clothes to try on.'

   She nodded, 'Are we alright for money,'

   'Sure, you can spend loads.  Don't forget we have the bonus for Saturday
night due to arrive today or tomorrow.  It will be a few hundred I am
betting.'

   I thought it would be a good idea to have a couple of drinks before we
went shopping so we popped into the pub and I bought her a gin and tonic
and me a pint.  We spent an hour having a couple more drinks and looking at
the other flats and their archives.

   'What are you going to wear to see Joanne and Pete?'

   'I hadn't really thought.  Maybe that nice black mini with a posh blouse
over it, and definitely matching undies.'

   'What was she wearing when we were over at their place.'

   'I don't really remember,' she lied.

   'Really,' I said.  'You don't remember that she was wearing almost
exactly the same as you just suggested?'

   Susan had the grace to look ashamed.  'Oh yes, she was wasn't she. 
Still I don't want to compete in the most undressed hostess competition.  I
want to look classy.'

   'You looked pretty classy last night with your legs open in front of the
camera.'

   She tried to pretend that she didn't remember it, so I laughed.

   'Anyway, you don't need to worry about what you are wearing because I
will choose it for you.  Just drink up, let us go to Small Things and start
buying.'

   We strolled around the shop each with a small basket.

   I deliberately moved away from Susan as I didn't want her to know what I
wanted her to wear just yet.  I would go through her basket before I went
to the till with it.

   She was wearing her usual mini-skirt and t-shirt, no bra and a pair of
bikini panties.  I knew as I had laid them out earlier.  Pretty ordinary
wear nowadays for her.

   I was looking forward to the next half hour or so.  I had chosen some
nice undies and she knew that I would want to see it all on and that the
changing rooms led directly into the store.  The only drawback as far as I
was concerned is that unlike the classy Lace n'Easy, there were no seats so
I would need to lean against the wall.  Of course, that did mean that I was
standing quite a few yards away from her changing cubicle.  She would need
to come out at least a dozen paces.  I did stand by a full-length mirror.

   The first few things she tried on were t-shirts and panties.  She looked
gorgeous of course but I had to shake my head.  'Now sweetie, you know that
is not what we are here for.  Let's compromise, why don't you put those
three back and keep the pink one with glitter.  It does look nice on you
and you can even wear that home to see your mum.  Now why don't you try out
the two t-shirts I put in for you.  There's a white one and a green one. 
The green one I think will look particularly nice with your red hair, but
try the white one first.'

   'Are you sure about these,' I heard from the changing cubicle.

   'Maybe not, if they are not suitable.  Let me see.'

   She came out wearing the white one.  It came down just below her panties
so I did comment that it was rather long.

   'That's not the problem and you know it.  Look at the armholes, they
come down to my waist and will show everyone my tits if I raise my arms or
move, and as for leaning forward.  Well, it is so loose at the top that if
I lean over slightly you can see right down to my waist from the front and
sides.  I would need to wear a bra with it.'

   'I don't think so darling, you would see it and it would look so ugly.
It is quite high cut across the chest.  Lean towards me and show me.'

   'Wow,' I thought.  She was right.  Leaning forward did expose her right
down to her tummy button.

   'No that's fine if you don't mind it being a bit long.  Try the green
one on next.  You might try it with the green panties I put in the basket.'

   I was joined in the waiting area by a couple in their forties with what
was probably their daughter.  She was probably in her late teens or early
twenties, a year or two younger than us, and frankly a bit tartily dressed.
She had a micro-mini skirt on and a t-shirt that looked remarkably similar
to the white one that Susan had just tried on.  But she had a small black
bra on under it.  She looked bored and was listening to music on her
earphones.  The mother went into the cubicle with a small pile of clothes.
I suspected they were going to be there a while.

   I heard a small voice from the cubicle.  'Alex are you sure about this?'

   'Well, not definitely, not without seeing it on.' I had to stifle my
laughter.

   There was a groan before the cubicle door opened.  The gin and tonics
had obviously not worked.

   She was horrified to see the father and daughter standing there and
paused halfway out of the cubicle.  Now she could see me, if not laughing,
at least with a very big grin.  Something clicked in her mind.  I don't
think it was the gins, I think it was a new-found spirit, if not
confidence. She also knew that as I had chosen both these pieces I would
want to buy them

   'What do you think darling,' she said.  'The panties look fine, if not a
bit see-through, but I am really not sure about the t-shirt it is very
tart...'

   She had seen the similar shirt that the girl was wearing.

   'I mean it is very...  Tight.'

   Now I laughed.  Tight it was not.  Low cut at the front, scooped just
over the top of her tits, thin straps over the shoulders, armholes down to
the waist again and short.  It came to just over her belly button.  The
green colour was lovely and matched the skimpy, see-through bikini panties
that she was wearing.

   'Too tight?  You want it to be looser,' I said.  'Stay there and I will
see if they have a bigger size.  Lean towards me and let me see.'

   'Maybe it is okay,' she said looking sideways at the girl standing
there. The father looked somewhere between embarrassed and incredulous.

   'Dad,' said the girl.  'I am not sure you should be in here if there are
a lot of women trying on underwear.  Perhaps it would be better if you
waited outside.'

   I could see he did not want to go and I was torn between letting him go
and involving the girl in my decisions or telling him that he was fine
where he was and perhaps he could help me.  I decided that the girl might
just be embarrassed herself with her Dad there and so decided to let him
go.

   I could see him reluctantly walking away.

   The girl slipped her phones out of her ears.

   'Awesome,' she said.  'You look awesome.'

   'Thank you,' said Susan.  'I am not quite as sure about it as maybe you
are.  Perhaps if I was wearing a bra like you are...'

   'Fuck no,' said the girl.  'If you've gott'em, flaunt 'em.' She said
quietly, 'I wish I could go around like that but my mother would blow.  I
could talk my Dad into letting me I'm sure.'

   'If it's any help to you, go and get him and say that my wife doesn't
mind him being here.  Maybe you can explain to him that is what young
people are wearing nowadays.

   She thought about that and grinned.  'You don't mind?' she looked at
Susan.

   I was about to answer for her and paused to see what would happen. 
Would she prevaricate.  'No that would be fine,' she said.  'But there are
a lot more items in the basket and some of them may be even raunchier.' I
wondered whether she had been guessing or had looked through the whole
basket.

   'I'll be right back.'

   She was tugging her now reluctant dad behind her.

   I held my hand out to him.  'Alex, oh and Susan.  We would really
appreciate your help whether you think these clothes are attractive.'

   'Stan,' he said.  'And Tracy.  Look I am not an expert on fashions.  I
wear what the wife tells me.'

   'I can see that,' I said.  And we all laughed.

   That seemed to break the ice.

   'So, what do you think of this little outfit.  Take a good look.  Susan,
spin around and show us your...  the back.  And now face us again and lean
fotwards, just in case it really does show everything.  We will tell you if
it does.'

   She bent towards us.  You could see all the way to her feet, via her
beautiful boobies.

   'Well you do get a bit of dÃ(C)colletage, but it would be great for
clubbing.  Eh Stan.'

   'You would wear this out in a night club?'

   'Oh sure,' Susan said playing along.  'I might wear a skirt to and from
the club but even those lovely little things make it so difficult for
dancing.  And you know what happens when you wear a short skirt?'

   'No,' he said.

   'Men try to look up it.  So, if you are not wearing one they can't.'

   'That makes sense I guess,' he said.  'So does everyone wear that sort
of thing?'

   'Oh yes.  If I was going shopping to a mall or somewhere crowded I might
wear a bra like Susan does but the problem at a club is having to check it
with your coat.  They tend to disappear.  Isn't that right Tracy?'

   Tracy was now trying not to laugh.

   'Why don't you show him the outfit with the bra dear.  The grey one with
the grey bra and panties.'

   She patently hadn't looked through the basket as she did not know what I
was talking about.

   'Shout if they are not obvious.' I said.

   She disappeared back into the changing cubicle.

   'I guess Tracy doesn't wear a bra all the time at home Stan.  With a
nice pair of tits like she's got it would be quite a waste wouldn't it.' I
elbowed him in the ribs and winked.

   'Well she normally does.'

   'Really.  And you don't put your foot down and insist that she doesn't?
You must be strong.  You are the master in your house aren't you?  Anyway,
it would be good for Tracy.  It is character and confidence building and
she may not make friends if she appears to be different.  Does she bring
many friends home?'

   'Well no not really.'

   'Well that's why.  She would be embarrassed if they all turn up with
their tits showing and you and your good wife look embarrassed about it. 
You must move with the times.  We are in the twenty first century now.  You
wouldn't mind having half a dozen girls walking around your house with
their tits hanging out, would you?' I nudged him again.  'No, I didn't
think you would mind.  And what about the panties.  What sort of panties
does Tracy wear?'

   They both looked a bit surprised by the turn of the conversation.

   'Errr I don't really know.  I err...  have never seen them.  Small I
expect.'

   I smiled and nudged him yet again in the ribs.  'You mean you have never
looked in the laundry basket and given them a sniff?  Or seen them lying
around the bathroom after being rinsed out?'

   He went very red.

   'Yes, I thought so.  So which ones have you got on today Tracy?  Show
us.'

   I thought I would see how brave Tracy really was.

   Good girl.  She stood in front of us, raised her skirt to the waist and
gave us a little spin.  Without me even asking.  Stan's eyes were bulging.
She had a plain white g-string on.  She did have a lovely bum.

   'There.  I'll bet you have seen them before haven't you?  And I'll bet
you didn't confuse them with the wife's.'

   On that they both burst into laughter.

   'Not quite the same style.' Jim said.

   'And I'll bet they don't smell as good either Dad.  Did you like the
little yellow ones I left in there yesterday?  I had been clubbing with
them on and I'll bet they were very smelly weren't they.'

   Jim just stayed beetroot coloured and was saved from answering by Susan
coming back out.

   The light grey scooped t-shirt she had on was snug fitting, and fluffy
like mohair.  When I say scooped, it was actually scooped below her
breasts, so were it not for her bra she would have been effectively
topless. She wore a lovely silk grey, quarter bra which supported and
presented her tits rather than cover them.  Her nipples were as hard as
nails and probably sitting an inch above the half inch of lace on the top
of the bra.  The g-string was a matching grey colour but the strap coming
up from between her legs was merely a half inch grey satin band with the
matching half inch of lace either side.  And that was only at the front. 
The back was just the satin band.

   Stan's face was a picture.

   'And where would you wear that?' he spluttered.

   This had Susan stumped.  Whichever quick answers she was ready to give
this was not a question she expected.

   I saw my chance.  'Entertaining,' I said.  'When we have people round.
Drinks evenings.  That sort of thing.' Luckily Stan was looking at me and
didn't see Susan's look of horror.  'But what she would probably do is put
a little lipstick on her nipples to make them a little redder and make them
stand out more.  Feel this left one Stan.  Firm it up a little and imagine
it with lipstick on.  And no, you cannot kiss it to taste it.'

   I thought that would be step too far for him anyway, but recognised that
it would make him think about it.  He seemed to be in a daze as he felt it
as I suggested.

   Hell, if he was going to feel mine, I was going to feel his.

   Tracy had been standing awestruck, still holding her skirt around her
waist as she had been left out of the conversation until now.  I pushed my
hand through the side of her low-cut vest and into her bra, firmly grasping
her left nipple.

   'There Jim, feel this one as well.  Feel the difference, softer, more
girly like, but still tightens up beautifully with a little manipulation.
Show him Trace, lift your bra over your tits, there's a good girl.'

   I was staggered now.  She did as I asked, looking at her Dad with loving
eyes.  He was quick to drop Susan's nipple and play with both of his
daughter's.  He sighed deeply.  I suspected that he had just achieved a
long-held desire.

   'By the way guys, I hate to break up this party, but I did hear the lady
in the next cubicle to me say, 'the last one,' so I suspect she may be out
sooner rather than later.'

   Tracy's boobs disappeared back into her bra and top and her skirt was
rapidly straightened.

   I pulled a pen out of my pocket and grabbed Tracy's hand.  I wrote my
cell-phone number on it.  'Come and visit us.  We are only a couple of
streets away.  You can see Susan's entertaining outfits again.  Bring your
boyfriend if you like, or your Dad.'

   I tried to look serious but we all laughed.  I didn't want to upset him,
so I said.  'No seriously, you can bring him and your boyfriend and we will
invite a few more people and have a party.  Probably leave the wife at home
Stan, unless by then you have put your foot down as I have.  You never
know, mine was a shy little thing once.  You might turn yours into a raving
nympho like mine.'

   I knew I was building up a pile of apologies that I would have to offer
the moment Stan and Tracy left.  Susan left to go back to the cubicle as
Mum left hers.  She was obviously not quite sure what she had seen but
didn't like it anyway.

   'Did you see that?' she expostulated.

   'Yes, we did dear.  That was Susan and she looked very attractive.  Have
you finished yet, or are you going to try some more clothes on?'

   Rather than wait for an answer he walked, head proudly in the air, his
daughter close beside him.  He expected his wife to follow on.  I wondered
whether life would still be the same in their household in the future.

   I watched him go before I heard a voice in my ear.  'Have you finished
chatting up girls and as for inviting her father to an orgy, well...'

   She was wearing a delightful tight fitting, mohair, ivory coloured
wifebeater and matching boy shorts.

   'That looks lovely,' I said.  'Doesn't it.  It really does.  Perfect for
entertaining.  I am sorry about all the crap I came out with, although it
was really funny, wasn't it?  Your face, when I said you should wear the
topless outfit for entertaining, was a picture.  And as for the nipples
well, maybe not such a bad idea.'

   She slapped my arm.  'You are forgiven...  This time.  Especially if you
buy me this outfit.  It will be nice to wear around the flat.  The only
thing that worries me is that it is too clingy.  You can see my camel toe
and my nipples are sticking right out it is so soft.'

   'That makes it just perfect.  Come on let's get out of here.  Just go
and get the basket and we will buy all the rest sight unseen.  You look
lovely in everything.'

   All this was true of course but it also meant that we would be buying
the other two or three items that I had bought without her seeing them. 
And a pile of skimpy undies.  Roll on the adult store tomorrow.

   The next day we were back to Love Unlimited.  It was only a couple of
streets away and after a lazy morning we were in there about lunchtime.  It
was a little busier than the first time but still not crowded.  There were
about six guys slowing perusing the shelves.  Joe greeted us as we walked
through the door.  'It's Susan isn't it.  That was the name?'

   'Yes,' she said.  'We thought we would come back and have another look
around.  I am not sure that we will be buying much.'

   'That's okay, Mosey around as much as you like and remember twenty
percent off if you are interested.  You know how.'

   I swear Susan blushed a little.  We strolled around the top floor
looking at the toys and the DVDs.  Some of the guys seemed to follow us
with their eyes, a couple just looked embarrassed if we caught their eye.
Joe obviously was not that much of a perve as he was just busy making a few
phone calls.  We both knew we were here for downstairs and the clothes and
after a while Susan said 'Shall we just have a quick look downstairs.' Who
was she trying to kid.

   While Susan checked the baskets of cheap undies out I went straight to
the clothes on the racks.  I couldn't see Susan picking any of the
see-through panties or bras to try on.  I swear there was a better
selection on the racks than last time.  I was admiring a French maids
costume.  Along-side that there was an outfit which just appeared to be a
selection of leather straps, a dress made entirely of brass-type rings,
hanging in chains from a ring necklace and a short black elasticated type
dress with what appeared to be a big hole around the tummy surrounded by
zips.  There were slim packets of clothes, sealed up, fit all sizes, that
bore titles like 'Arresting Police,' 'Schoolgirl,' 'Santa's Little Helper,'
'Nursey Nursey,' and 'Arabian Nights.' There were boxes of body-stockings
of all shapes and sizes, some from neck to toe others with stockings
attached.  I couldn't possibly encourage Susan to try any of this lot on
here in the shop, could I?

   I thought I would be better off to leave it to her.  After all, if we
were going to get twenty percent off we could buy a lot of these without
trying them on first, surely.  'Look you will look lovely in any of this
stuff, or even better not in any of it,' I quipped.  'I will let you choose
if you want to try anything on and what you want to buy.  None of it is
stuff that you would wear out of the flat and most of it you will only wear
once, to try to embarrass Joanne.  Not that I am trying to discourage you.
Any of these will push our ratings up.'

   I wandered back upstairs where Joe was sitting rubbing his greasy paws
together.  'Chosen much to try on has she?'

   'I don't know.  It is up to her.  '

   After a short while she came up with a basket of stuff with a few
clothes on top.  I could see the black elasticated dress lying on top.

   'Here,' she said to Joe.  'I am going to try these three things on and
buy the rest of the things in the basket.  Okay?'

   'Sure, he said.  'Take your time, absolutely no rush.  Here is the key.'

   I noticed four more guys come in who had obviously been rushing. 
Perhaps they had to get back to their work after lunch.

   Joe greeted them like friends.  'Hi John, how's it hanging Pete?  Nice
to see you all again this week.  They grinned.  I realised what the phone
calls had been about.  He was calling in friends to watch Susan on the
catwalk.  Having seen the look on Susan's face I was sure they were not
going to be disappointed.

   There were a dozen of us standing between the changing cubicle and the
mirror.  I noticed that the four who had come rushing in were quite happy
to be furthest away from the cubicle and nearest the mirror.  They had been
told what to expect.

   The first thing she was wearing when she emerged from the cubicle was
the little black stretch fabric dress with two big zips as prominent
features of the front.  While it appeared to be two pieces it actually was
a dress but the lower zip started at the hem and then opened up, the loose
ends stopping around her waist.  The other zip started at the neck, was
closed for about two inches and then opened up dropping towards her sides
crossing her breasts, just under her nipples.  The effect was a diamond
shaped hole in the front showing a lot of under-boob and low cleavage
dropping to a point a few inches above her pubes.  Not quite classy but
certainly reasonably well covered for a sex shop.  I should add that the
hem came to an inch or two below her panties so it was not exactly long
either.  Susan has got lovely legs and believe me they were all on show. 
The marginal lack of flesh did not stop the boys from giving her a big hand
and generous compliments.

   Three times she did the catwalk, the last time batting hands away as
they reached for the zips.  Not that they could open any more.  They were
completely immovable, unlike her tits which were bouncing beautifully.

   The next one was a thin mauve crochet material mini-dress.  Two small
wide apart straps and little cap sleeves heralded a deep v neck which
crossed the breasts just inside the nipples and dropped down almost as far
as the hem.  Perhaps four inches shy of it.  The hem itself would have been
a couple of inches below the pussy viewing height which meant that the v
neck stretched down as far as her pubic hair would have been if she had
any. There were crocheted bands every few inches from one side to the
other, to hold the dress together.  Her nipples poked through holes in the
crochet work, presumably designed to be that way.  The back was again a
series of crocheted bands holding the sides together down to a couple of
inches below where her bum crease started.  Oh My.

   This one brought the roof down.  The boys really liked it.  It was
obvious that she had no underwear on.  I had guessed this of course because
I had not laid any out for her this morning.

   One 'handsy' guy managed to flip the hem up over her bum and received a
finger wagging from Susan.  I noticed she didn't seem to be in a rush to
pull it down as she showed everyone else what the naughty man had done.

   The final outfit was taking a while.  I found out later that even in her
state of euphoria she had to take a few deep breaths and will herself to
come out.

   I heard her calling my name from the cubicle so I went over and tried to
open the door to look in.

   'No.  Don't come in.  Just be prepared to rescue me if this gets out of
hand.  I might need a hand anyway.  You will see why.'

   'Of course,' I gulped.  I pre-empted her appearance by saying loudly
enough for everyone to hear, 'Guys, if this goes wrong and gets out of hand
we will never be coming back.  Okay.  Just admire.' I was so right to do
that.

   It wasn't much of an outfit.  It didn't seem to have a theme.  There was
a black leather necklace with two short handcuffs dropping down, her wrists
firmly in them, her elbows spread wide.  Two black nipple covers were all
that she had above the waist apart from the frilly black wristbands on the
handcuffs.  Below the waist she had a miniscule black crotchless thong and
a black garter round her right leg.  Oh and just to cap it all she had on a
black blindfold so that she could not see where she was walking.  She knew
that the mirror was straight ahead, so she slowly walked forward,
occasionally being nudged to straighten up by the guys on either side who
formed a narrow alleyway for her to walk along.

   There was silence.  The guys were speechless.  To straighten her walk
the obvious place to touch was her elbows which were forward and a little
to the side as the handcuffs kept her wrists close to her neck.  The less
obvious places, well to me anyway, were her buttocks or tits.  However they
seemed to work.

   'Stop me when I get to the mirror please,' she whispered breathlessly.

   The guy nearest the mirror stopped her by putting his arm straight out
in front of her, touching her breasts as if they hit the wall.

   'Oh,' she giggled.  'That feels like a warm mirror.'

   That little comment and giggle meant that it was now almost a hands-on
free-for-all.  In fairness the guys were pretty good but as she strolled
about, continually being straightened up, they all touched her gently.  Her
tits mainly and then her ass and just fleetingly a few of the guys tried to
feel between the straps of her crotchless panty.  The, relatively slow pace
that she was walking encouraged them to try but she was marginally too
quick for them to succeed.

   When it looked like she was about to be cornered I rescued her and
pulled off the blindfold.  I ushered her back towards the changing cubicle.
'Shows over guys.' A little good-natured booing was heard but they took it
pretty well, some of them coming over to shake my hand and thank me.

   I asked Joe for the bill, and watched him calculate the discount.

   'Thank you Alex,' he said.  'I really hope you will come here again.'

   The boys effusively thanked Susan so she walked down the line giving
each of them a little kiss and thanking them for not taking advantage of a
poor blind girl.  You could just see their minds boggling over the thoughts
of doing it again and this time taking advantage of her.

   As you could imagine I was in a rush to get her out of there.  It was
only just after three o'clock but I needed to get her naked on the bed. 
The cameras enjoyed that one I am sure.  I was horny, but Susan was
insatiable.



   Chapter 12 An evening with Joanne and Pete

   The next day of course was the day we were hosting Joanne and Pete.  I
was in two minds about it.  I hoped that Susan wasn't going to be too keen
on, as she considered it, getting her own back, on Joanne for the way she
got her to undress and walk around the flat.  I thought I had better try
and soothe her 'savage beast' or was it her 'savage breast.'

   'Don't get me wrong, but you were as much to blame undressing at their
place as Joanne was.  You were pretty drunk and you know what you are like
when you get horny and start taking clothes off.  I am hoping that you do
get her undressed and walking around of course, but I am seriously hoping
you will accompany her.  Let's face it, Pete loved watching you last time.'

   'Did he?'

   'You know he did.  He couldn't take his eyes off you.'

   'I wasn't really looking at him.  I don't remember.'

   'I guess not.  That was before you started getting horny and dropping
your clothes everywhere.  All I can say is that perhaps I should be very
grateful to Joanne for initiating your exhibitionist tendencies.'

   She laughed, 'Do you know I hadn't considered that.  I guess I have
changed a bit in the week or so since that afternoon.'

   'You certainly have, and as far as I am concerned for the better.  I
loved you before but now you are the girl that every man would want. 
Gorgeous, sexy and flirty.'

   She preened, 'Well, maybe I won't be so tough on her.  I will enjoy
making Pete want me and not her.'

   'Do you have any sort of timetable in your mind.  Are we going to play
games at all?  Twister or cards?  Strip poker?'

   'Mmm, I hadn't thought about it.  What will I be wearing.'

   'Oh that's easy, the ivory, mohair shorts set.  No bra or panties.  That
would only give you two items to lose.  Is that one too many?' I joked. 
'Unless of course you wanted to start in something else and then get some
clothes out to model for us.  That will give you the opportunity to give
her some of the other stuff to try on.'

   'That is a good idea.  How do I explain why I have got all these clothes
that we can try on?'

   'Why don't you tell Joanne that I have chosen all these clothes for you
and you have been too nervous to try them on.  Perhaps she can help you. 
Wait for my sign though.  Do not ask too early.  Wait at least until we
have got her a little drunk first.'

   I was rooting around in her drawer to find her something to wear.

   'I know why don't you wear this pretty white shirt-dress with the
buttons opened at top and bottom.  You look lovely in it and you will feel
confident from the start.  I will even let you wear panties with it, dark
blue bikini ones, so you can flash them for Pete.  Stockings etcetera are
up to you?'

   'Okay yes that sounds fun.'

   'I'll tell you what, I will arrange some clothes, in pairs, and leave
them in bags so that you can say I have bought them and you haven't opened
them yet.  You can tell her that you would have opened them this afternoon
but knowing she was coming over, and the fun you had last time, you decided
to wait.  As there will be two things in each bag it will be logical to try
one each.'

   She nodded, 'That will work.'

   'In fact, let's start sexy and stay sexy.  Wear black stockings and
suspenders with the white dress, and black panties.  Stay in the stockings
while they do not get in the way.  For example, there are some
body-stockings in one of the bags which come complete with stockings. 
Otherwise leave them on.  If Joanne queries it tell her that I like you to
wear them.  Which is true.'

   When Jo and Pete arrived it was obvious that they had both dressed up a
little.  Pete had jeans and a casual shirt on and Joanne also had a dress
on.  A slim cocktail dress in red satin.  It looked good with her blonde
hair.

   Susan had done a chili and some finger food and the drinks started to
flow.  There was beer, Prosecco and vodka shots.  Well we were having
chili. Within an hour or two the atmosphere was very relaxed, in fact we
were all getting on really well.  I was pleased that Susan was showing no
sign of animosity for the last meeting, in fact if anything she was leading
the drinking, and the flirting.  Pete was getting a good view of the tops
of her stockings and panties.  Joanne had been a little more modest, as the
dress was quite tight, but I had got a couple of glances of her red lacy
panties.

   I thought the time was right and said, 'Susan, didn't you want to open
some of those packages this evening.'

   'Oh yes.  Joanne, you know how Alex likes to buy me clothes, especially
sexy clothes, well I have a few bags that he has bought specially for me.
Would you like to help me unwrap them, and perhaps we can try them on.'

   Joanne jumped up with alacrity.  'I love shopping and opening clothes
bags.  Can I try some of them.  We are about the same size except maybe my
boobies are a little bigger, and I am a little taller so my legs are
probably longer.'

   Whether that was a snide comment trying to prove she had a better body
or merely the truth, which it was, I did not know.  It did strike me that
her bigger boobs would be even more on display than Susan's and that her
long legs meant that the dresses would be even shorter.

   Pete and I were also getting on well.  We had both done Art at school
and had the intention of taking an Arts Degree at Uni.  Neither of us had
done Art in the end.  We had both settled for subjects that our parents
thought more job related.  And of course, neither of us had a job.  Well,
he had his part time job in the Bookies, but it was not a career that he
wanted in the long run.  Funnily enough we were also both interested in
photography.  Well we were until we saw our girls coming out dressed in the
first set of clothes.  I do remember thinking that if I had a camera now I
would be taking a lot of photos.

   I had liked the grey mohair shorts suit so much I had thrown in a pink
set as well and that is what they were wearing.  Joanne had the pink one,
which looked good with her blonde hair and Susan had the grey ones on,
still with stockings and suspenders.  Stockings and suspenders maybe, but
no bras, nor from the absence of a pantie line, underwear of any sort.  Wow
she looked very sexy.  Pete thought so too.  While he had said the right
things about Joanne he only had eyes for Susan.  It was definitely the
stockings, or more likely the gap between the top of the stockings and the
bottom of the shorts.

   While the girls knew they looked good they still looked a little
embarrassed.  I thought it was a good time for another round of vodkas.

   'Alex,' said Joanne, 'If you can buy clothes as lovely as this for Susan
I want to go shopping with you.  Pete has no idea what looks good on me and
hates hanging around in shops.'

   I didn't want to upset Susan so I just said that we would be happy for
her to come shopping with us next time we went out.  I would be very happy
to see her changing into lingerie and showing off her body like Susan did.
Pete didn't know what he was missing.

   After the vodka and a little more Prosecco the girls disappeared back
into the bedroom.

   I started to talk to Pete about the flats asking how long they had been
in one and whether they could live on the money that they were getting.  He
said they could certainly live on it and even save a little but that he
found he was going mad sitting about all day doing nothing.  That is why he
had the bookies job.  I thought about it and realised that Susan and I went
out a lot, shopping, seeing parents, meeting people, that sort of thing. 
It seemed that Pete and Joanne had moved down from Birmingham and knew
no-one in London.

   We were interrupted by the girls coming back in.  This time they were
wearing a couple of men's shirts.  New ones that I had not got around to
taking out of the packets.  Joanne in white and Susan in blue.  The buttons
were undone down to the top of their cleavage.  I think they were wearing
bras and Susan still had her stockings, with the suspender straps
disappearing up under the shirt tails.

   They cat-walked around the room a few times before standing in front of
us flicking their shirt tails and bending towards us to show their
dÃ(C)colletage.  I wondered whether they were wearing panties because they
had so obviously not been wearing them when they had the mohair shorts on.

   I got them more prosecco and suggested they sat on the sofa opposite us
while they drank it.  They did so and, yes, they were wearing panties.

   'So, tell me girls do you have underwear on?  You obviously didn't with
the last outfits.'

   They looked at each other and giggled.  I could stop worrying about any
friction between them.

   'Shall we show them some little bits?' said Joanne.

   'Uhhuh, lets,' said Susan.

   They stood up and together, leaned forward and undid a couple more
buttons.  They must have discussed it.  The bras were pretty, blue, under
the blue shirt and white, of course, under the white one.  They were very
flimsy and see through but they only just showed the edges of the cups.  No
nipples, yet.  They then turned around and flicked up their shirt tails to
show see-through matching panties.  And stocking tops of course for Susan.

   We applauded and they disappeared back into the bedroom.

   I knew this was where it began to get better.  'Okay Pete, things should
get a bit sexier from now on.'

   'Really, and you have bought all these clothes.  You don't mind her
wearing them.'

   'Mind?  No, I love her wearing them.  I would have her walking around
nude if I could.'

   'What even with us here, with visitors.'

   'Especially with visitors.  Actually no, I have changed my mind.' Pete
looked disappointed as if I was going to put a stop to the fashion show. 
'No not completely nude but with some sexy clothing on but probably showing
everything around it.'

   He laughed, 'Like this you mean,' as the two girls came out of the
bedroom wearing the vests we had bought with the long armholes and loose
fronts.

   Joanne had the longer white one on where the hem dropped almost to the
bottom of her panties.  She still had the white but see-through ones she
had been wearing with the shirt.  They walked towards us.  Their arms were
round each other's necks which pulled Joanne's t-shirt high enough to see
all of her pudenda through the panties.  Susan's beautiful green one, which
went so well with her hair, was so short that it did not even reach her
panties.  She had changed them to a matching green but still pretty
transparent pair, bikini style.

   I wondered at first why they had their arms around each other's necks.

   I realised when they separated that their raised arms enabled us to see
their breasts through the arm holes.  When their arms were by their sides
they were just about covered.  As soon as they moved their arms the sides
showed almost up to the nipples.

   'Girls, to save us getting up, would you mind getting a couple of more
beers for us please.  Perhaps you could put them on the floor by our feet.'
I knew Susan would catch on and very quickly Joanne did too.  Susan picked
up one beer carried it over and leaned, straight legged, in front of Pete
to put it on the ground.  Joanne did the same for me.  From our seated
viewpoints you could see right down to their panties.  Both breasts were
fully exposed.  Joanne hovered for a while making sure I got a good look. I
took the opportunity of pulling her over and sitting her on my left knee
facing Pete on my right on the other end of the sofa.  I thought I would
see how jealous he got.

   She had her glass in her right hand and slowly lifted it to her lips in
front of my body.  As she did I could now see all of that beautiful c-cup
breast.  It took hardly a moment to place my right hand on it.  She did not
flinch.  I think that was what she expected, and wanted?

   If Pete was upset he did not show it, indeed he reciprocated as Susan
not only sat on his knee but put her left arm around his neck practically
forcing the breast into his face.

   We sat there a while, we guys playing with their tits as they drank
their Prosecco.  Pete reiterated his views that he was surprised that Susan
let me buy all her clothes.

   'Oh no.  I don't buy all her clothes, just the ones I want to see her
wearing.  Have you noticed that so far tonight Susan has worn stockings and
a belt with every outfit?' Why because I like them.  If the truth were
known Susan likes them too.  Is that not right?'

   Susan blushed, 'Well I think they are very sexy, so I guess I do.'

   With my eye on a nice shopping trip out with Joanne I suggested to Pete
that we take her shopping first and then if Pete likes what we had bought
then he can accompany us next time.  I had nearly suggested that I take
Joanne shopping and Susan could take Pete shopping.  We could then compare
purchases.  That would be fun as well.  I thought I might leave that for
another occasion.

   'Next?' queried Susan and the girls left, sashaying back to the bedroom.

   'And this is where it gets interesting,' I said to Pete.

   'Really.  It hasn't been interesting already?'

   I laughed, 'Well I guess it had, but it does get better.'

   I wondered who would be wearing my second favourite outfit.  I still
felt the mohair shorts sets took a lot of beating.

   It was Susan.  I suspect she was getting first choice.  She was wearing
the light grey scooped frontless t-shirt with the quarter bra and matching
tiny g-string.  The elasticated satin straps were no more than a half inch
around the waist and a quarter inch up the crack in her butt.  The front,
attempting to cover her lips, was possibly an inch and a half wide at the
top narrowing down to the quarter inch as it disappeared between her legs.
A little movement would see it disappearing between her labia.

   Joanne was wearing the classic peek-a-boo, full set of bra, stockings
and suspender belt.  The bra had little cut-out holes for her nipples.  I
knew that, while not obvious, the crotchless panties were slit from front
to back.

   'Wow girls,' Pete was both shocked and entranced.  'You both look
fucking gorgeous.'

   They had ransacked Susan's shoe boxes and both paraded up and down in
four-inch heels.  As they came for their drinks I pulled Joanne on to my
knee.  And turned her towards Pete sitting at the other end of the sofa. 
Susan was quick to jump onto his lap again.

   He was quick to play with her nipples which were as firm as little
berries and sticking out an inch over the top of the bra, which merely
forced her breasts up and out.

   Joanne's nipples were equally hard but the material was cut to cover the
areolas, just allowing the nipple through.

   'What would it be like wearing this all evening, Joanne?  Do your
nipples rub on the surrounding material?'

   She nodded.  'They do.  I think if I had to wear this bra for long, I
would have to keep rushing off to the loo to relieve myself.'

   We all laughed.  'And what about this fun part.  Does this excite as
well?'

   She looked shocked as I opened the crotchless panties exposing her lips,
which were flushed and very full.

   Pete looked equally shocked until I saw Susan wriggling on his erect
dick which seemed to take his mind off what he had just seen, another guy
fingering his wife's puss.  His fingers rapidly moved towards Susan's lips
and I saw, at last, the satin strap slide between her lips.

   Pete and I sat and admired both our girls...  with our fingers. 
Stunning.

   'I am sorry Pete only a couple more outfits to go.'

   'It gets better?'

   'it sure does.' Joanne started to look worried which confirmed my belief
that they were just picking and opening one bag at a time.  She must have
guessed it was going to get worse...  or was that better, with two outfits
left.

   When they came in they were wearing similar outfits in different
colours. Joanne in red and Susan in white.  They wore off the shoulder, net
and lace, body-stockings.  The body stopped a few inches below the waist
morphing into suspenders and built in stockings.  They both wore bikini
panties in the relevant colour and matching high heeled shoes.  The lace
obscured parts of their bodies in swirling patterns.  Their boobs however
were pattern free and completely exposed under a net covering.  The bikini
panties covered their bum cracks and labia.

   'Absolutely beautiful girls.  Isn't that right Alex.'

   'it is indeed,' I said followed by a long pause.  'However I am a little
disappointed.'

   'Really,' said Pete.  'You chose them.'

   'No, there is nothing wrong with the outfits, I just think they could be
displayed a little better.'

   'There I told you Joanne.  What a sleazebag,' said Susan.

   Pete looked puzzled.

   'What he is saying Pete is that up until now we have showed more and
more of our bodies, and this time we have covered ourselves, barely, but a
little more, rather than less.'

   He laughed.  'That's true.'

   'And,' said Joanne with a giggle, 'we have stymied him because we wore
the panties underneath the costume making them impossible to remove without
taking the whole thing off.'

   They had obviously thought about it, but so had I.  I had brought a
little friend onto the sofa with me just in case I needed it.

   I pulled Joanne towards me and faced her away as if just admiring her
bum.  I reached into the sofa behind me and pulled out a pair of scissors
with which I snipped both sides of her panties.

   'Ohhh,' she screamed in surprise, and then surprised me by turning
towards me to facilitate their removal and said, 'I never liked those
panties anyway.' They were obviously the ones she had worn over.

   I handed the scissors to Pete who was then able to snip Susan's as she
came over to have hers removed as well.  In fact, as she stood a foot away
from him she asked if he could see well enough.  'I could get closer,' she
said, stepping up onto the sofa either side of his knees.  That put his
face level with her shaven pussy as it was revealed.  He naturally kissed
it, which was what she wanted, before sliding back onto his knee.

   They were in no rush to finish their drinks as we played with their
nipples and lips.  I was not surprised to eventually hear the question that
I had been expecting all night.

   'So where do you go to buy all these things?  Up to Soho?' said Pete.

   'No,' I said, 'We have found these all within a few blocks of our flat.
We will show Joanne next week when we take her shopping.  Of course, it is
sometimes not only me in the changing room with her.'

   'What do you mean?' he said, puzzled.

   'Well depending where you go Susan has to try them on and wear them out
into the shop to show me.'

   Both Joanne and Pete were surprised at that and both looked at Susan
with new respect, or was it horror in Joanne's case.  Susan blushed and
looked down.

   'Well sometimes we have a bit of fun.  Do you remember that time when I
pretended to be your mistress, and turned to the other couple in the room
to tell them that I was sorry we had to hurry, but I had to get him home to
his wife.  And what about the time you invited that girl and her father to
come and visit us if they wanted to see more.'

   We all laughed again.

   'I'll tell you what Pete, we have fabulous sex after shopping, so it is
not just me that enjoys a little exhibitionism.  I mean look at these two
now.'

   That got me a slap from Joanne as they disappeared off to put on the
last of the outfits.

   'Look on a serious note,' said Pete, 'We are not, how do I put this, we
are not into swapping.  This is as far as we have ever gone with someone
else and while I can see that Jo is obviously enjoying it I wouldn't want
to go too much further without talking to her about it.'

   'Thanks for saying that Pete.  We also have talked about it and while I
suspect that we will eventually go further, at the moment we have been
saying no penetrative sex.  If you like we will switch back to our own
girls now and see what happens.  I know Susan is going to need fucking
soon, but I don't mind whether you want to do the same, here, in the
bedroom, or go home for it.'

   'I am not sure either.  As you say let us go back to our own and see
what happens.  Good idea.'

   At that moment we heard a scream from Joanne in the bedroom.  'You
didn't?  Noooo.'

   I knew what had happened.  Susan had obviously told Joanne that she had
worn this last outfit out in public.  I wasn't going to tell Pete, as,
sneakily, I was hoping to get a shopping trip with Joanne.  If Pete knew
what Joanne might have to display he might have second thoughts about
letting her out.

   Joanne came out first leading Susan who was wearing her leather collar,
pasties, garter, crotchless knickers with her labia already though the gap,
handcuffs and blindfold.  Pete could not keep his eyes off her and despite
the agreement that we would swap back to our own girls, he stood her
between his knees as he examined her with his hands.

   Joanne wore the chain dress that had been in the sex shop.  I chain
around the neck supported fifty or sixty thin chains which dropped where
they may.  Her tits, forced the chains either side as she moved forward. 
Most of the chains moved outside her legs as she moved forward, a few
channelled between her legs.  She automatically came and stood between my
knees.

   'I really like this one,' she said.  'Mind you if it wasn't just us, I
would be wearing the bikini panties and those pasties that Susan has on.'

   I burrowed around between her legs moving the chains from side to side
and even backwards and forwards over her clit.  She liked that bit.  I
heard her groan.  I thought I had better do the right thing by Pete and get
Susan back before she dropped to her knees and started to blow him.  I
suspected it wouldn't be long.  'Are you sure you would like the pasties
Joanne, let me show you the problem with them.  Go get her over here.'

   Joanne looked surprised but moved to collect Susan.  Pete seemed to join
me in the real world again, recognised what I was doing and pulled Joanne
towards him.

   Susan had no idea what I was doing and could not see because of the
blindfold.

   'As I said, the problem with them is this.' I grabbed the edges of the
pasties and ripped them off knowing that Susan had applied them with a
little light sticky.  'Aaaahhh, she screamed, 'You bastard,' before
dropping to her knees and pulling my cock from my trousers.  I had known it
was close and the pain in her tits had brought it to the fore.  If Pete and
Joanne stayed they were going to see full on sex.  Susan was ready and
prepared.  I could feel she was so wet between her legs that her juice was
running down her thighs.  As she swallowed my cock I pulled off my trousers
and boxers completely and gave her full access.  I rammed a couple of
fingers into her vagina and played my thumb over her clitoris.  I was
conscious that Pete was watching as Joanne herself was emulating Susan by
going for his dick.  After just a few minutes of cock-sucking I threw Susan
to the floor, jumped on top of her and forced myself deep inside with one
long stroke.  She screamed and humped back coming within seconds.  Our
mouths met and her tongue tried to rape my throat.  Her hands squeezed my
buttocks like she would never feel them again.

   I saw that Joanne had forced Pete down onto the sofa and was riding him
cowboy fashion, her chains thrown over her shoulders to keep them out of
the way, so appearing completely naked.

   Pete caught my eye, 'I see what you mean.  You must take Jo shopping
next week.'

   I laughed.  'Let yourselves out, or I will see you for breakfast if you
are still on the sofa in the morning.  We are off to bed.'

   It was a long, long night.  I am not sure who kept who awake because it
seemed that every time Susan stopped screaming Joanne would start.

   They were gone by the time we got up for a late breakfast and a text
message.  'Great night.  Thanks.  See you soon.  Don't forget to take
Joanne shopping next week.'

   I couldn't wait.



   Chapter 13 Praise at last.

   After breakfast I got a phone call from Mark, he was very excited about
the 'performance', as he called it, last night.

   'You are going to need a bonus for all the money you must have spent on
clothes,' he laughed.  'Do you fancy meeting for a coffee today or
tomorrow. No problem if you are busy but I have got a couple of things to
show you that you might like.  Can you put me on a loudspeaker?'

   'You can be, right, you are now.'

   'I just wanted to say Susan, that you don't have to come prepared to
take all your clothes off this time.  Not that I am ever going to stop you
if you want to, but last night you proved to me that you have everything we
are looking for.  This time I do have some ideas, not criticisms just
things that other people do which could make you numero uno quite easily.
You both have a great attitude for this apartment business.'

   'Sure this afternoon, four o'clock okay for you Mark?'

   'Great see you there.'

   'Why don't you call Joanne and make a date to take her shopping, not
that you need to come if you don't want to.  I can probably manage it on my
own if you would prefer it?' I said.

   'Yeah right.  As if I am going to let the two of you disappear off for a
few hours in an environment where she is taking her clothes off.  By the
way what happened last night.  After a couple of hours, I was definitely
under the impression that we were going to be swapping for the first time.
At least oral.  I was just about to go down on him you know.  After our
earlier chat I thought that this was it.  I really did.  You obviously
liked her and Pete was much better for the knowing.  I am getting to like
them both.  If you hadn't wanted me to perhaps you should have told me
before.  I was very close.'

   'No that wasn't it at all.  Like you, right up to the last change of
clothing I had imagined us going to the next stage, as you say, at least
oral.  Pete told me while you were changing that last time, however, that
like us they had an agreement that they wouldn't have sex with anyone else.
That they were still talking about it, but before they did anything, he
thought they would want to have a talk about it.  And then when you came
out in that last outfit with the blindfold on, well, he just lost his mind.
I had told him that I would wave you over to my side but of course with the
blindfold on you couldn't see me, and then when he went into, 'OMG what 's
this.  I am in love mode,' I had to get Joanne to pull you over.  Again,
you could not have seen, but Pete was thunderstruck- cuntstruck, if you
don't mind me using that word.  If I hadn't pulled you over they would have
had a difficult conversation this morning.  Better to have friends that
will probably eventually see things our way about having fun.'

   'Oh that's good.  Yes, well done for pulling me out.  I must admit I saw
them in a new light last night.  I thought that she had taken advantage of
me the first time but now I realise that actually they are very similar to
us.  In fact, after that little story, really similar.  Oh my though, I was
ready for a cock last night, yours of course was wonderful, but I am afraid
any cock would have done me.  Thank god you were there,' she laughed
merrily.

   Before we went out for lunch I actually gave her the choice of choosing
her own clothes.  'No thanks,' she said.  'I got so many compliments last
night for the clothes I both wore and owned I think you had better keep
choosing.  It is quite cold out today so I will cover whatever you decide
with a coat anyway.'

   I couldn't decide between something that she really looked lovely in or
something that Mark would really appreciate.  As he was very happy with us
I decided that she would like the former so chose one of the mohair shorts
sets.  Susan did raise her eyebrows a little by asking if they were not a
little skimpy for a coffee shop.  I knew then that I had got it right.

   We had a lazy lunch in the pub and then met up with Mark at four.

   He was there before us and rose as we approached the table.  Our coffees
were there.  He was in a good mood.  He was in an even better mood when
Susan took off her coat.

   'Good lord Susan, if I remember correct that was one of the earlier
outfits you wore last night.  I did not expect to see it out this afternoon
but you do look beautiful in it.'

   'Thank you kind sir,' she laughed.  'Did you enjoy our little party last
night.'

   'Enjoy it.  I'll say.  Everyone I know enjoyed it and it brought in a
huge number of new viewers.  Keep that sort of thing up and they will stay.
I didn't know you were that close with Joanne and Pete.'

   'Neither did we,' I laughed.  'Susan and Joanne hit it off a treat at
their place last week, and so we just invited them back.  As it happens we
had been shopping so we were able to duplicate the sort of evening that we
had at their place.'

   I winked at Susan thinking it would not be wise to reveal the complete
truth.

   'Yes,' she said.  'As it happens we are both about the same size so we
can wear each other's clothing.  You would have seen her in one of these
outfits as well.' She stood and gave us a twirl.  I could see Mark was
enraptured by her tightly covered bum and prominent camel-toe.

   'I did notice, all those outfits were yours, were they?  I wondered
whether you had been shopping with Joanne.'

   'No but we are going later in the week with her.  Pete apparently has
not been very good at shopping with her so she has asked us to go with
her.'

   'Wow,' he said.  'If you can give me advance warning of when it will be,
and more importantly when you will be getting together to try it all on
then I can advertise it to our subscribers and get you an even bigger
audience.'

   Susan looked a bit shocked by that.  As happy as she was now with the
cameras she still did not connect the sight of a camera with a few thousand
people watching from their computers.

   'Sure,' I said.  'In fairness I must make sure that Joanne is happy with
the idea, but I cannot see a problem.  Do you guide them like you guide
us?'

   'No,' he said.  My colleague got them in, but no-one really mentors
them. I haven't been with the company that long and have been trying
mentoring as a new approach to getting members.  Maybe I could talk about
doing the same with them.'

   'Who else do you mentor?' I asked.

   'Just you and the new couple who are about to start Cherie and Colin. 
The problem with them is I cannot get them to commit at the moment.  They
live in Manchester and don't like the idea of moving.  I am actually
looking for one or two new couples at the moment.  We have two flats going
free.  In fact one of them is in your block, and the other one around the
corner.'

   I suddenly thought about Bryony and Sam and Jim and Brenda.

   'If we could find a new couple for you what's in it for us.'

   He thought about it.  'They would have to be the same sort of people
that you are.  You know open, exhibitionist even.'

   'That works,' I said.  'What about some of the people who came to our
games evening.'

   I could see his brains whirring again.  'Let's see, there was an older
couple, but she was fit.  I am not sure whether they would be quite right.'

   'I wasn't actually thinking of them.  He has a good career and a nice
place already.  I was thinking about the two girls, the black Caribbean
girl and her best friend the bubbly blonde one.  And maybe the other
couple, newlyweds.'

   'I would love the girls, yes,' he said.  'The newlyweds, she was a tall
girl right, big tits, and her husband was a big strong lad who looked like
a farmer.'

   'That's them, yes.'

   'I'll tell you what.  Rather than give you an up-front finder's fee,
when they may not like it and leave, I will give you five percent of what
we pay them, and the same for the other couple.' He sounded too keen to me.
I thought maybe there was an opportunity to haggle.

   'Ten percent and we have a deal.'

   'Ten percent for the girls I think they could be very good, and five for
the couple.'

   'Agreed on the girls and seven and a half for the couple.'

   'Seven.'

   'Agreed.'

   I felt like a businessman.  We shook hands.  Susan looked on in
wonderment.  Like me she recognised that both these couples could really be
interested.  Neither of us had any idea what they did for a living at the
moment.  This was money for nothing.  Well, just for asking them if I could
make them some money.  None of them had been intimidated by the cameras in
our flat.  Privately I also thought it would be wonderful to have Bryony
and Sam in the same block as we were.  Even Brenda and Jim if that was the
way it worked out.  'Anyway you mentioned showing us things we might like.
Is this like giving us some hints on improving our watchability?'

   'Exactly, look at these clips I have compiled of some of the flatmates
in one of our rival companies set of flats.'

   Our ears pricked up, 'Is this the site you mentioned the other day?'

   'That's the one, Alex, look at all the clips of these guys.  Look
six-packs almost entirely.  You are doing really well without a top body,
you have a great attitude, but you can always improve.'

   I nodded and acknowledged that he was right.  I really hadn't taken his
advice seriously and the way we were sleeping in more and more, I was
getting less exercise.

   'Susan look at these clips and see what you make of the girls in the
clips.'

   The clips were quite long, of three different girls, none of whom I
noticed were speaking English.

   'They are all very beautiful, but very different,' Susan said.  'And
they move beautifully.  I did notice this girl when we had a quick look the
other day.'

   'That's what I was hoping you would see.  Look at them again.  Look at
how they walk and sit.  They are graceful, never hurried.  They glide, they
sit upright always smiling, like they were at a posh garden party.  And
look particularly at this one.  She walks around naked or wearing gorgeous
undies, as you do, but she is forever picking things up from the floor, or
bending to straighten the bed covers, or change the music on the radio. 
She always bends straight-legged from the waist.  And her backside
invariably faces the cameras, why - because she has a glorious bottom.  It
is her best feature.  You see what she is doing.'

   'Can we watch them again,' Susan said.

   We did and Susan pointed out that this one particular girl was really
clever.  She was always facing away from the camera showing her best
feature.  It was not blatantly sexy but she moved so gracefully that you
saw the overall movement and not just her bum hole.  There was always just
a hint of tease.

   'Exactly,' said Mark, 'Now you know I am not complaining because I think
you are already wonderful, and that if you do not want to change I will
still love you forever, and watch you every night.'

   Susan blushed again.

   'I just felt that it might help to show you what some of the competition
looks like.  And they are competition.  Rather than pay me one pound a
night to watch you, people are paying other companies a pound to watch her.
Every pound we get, you make money.'

   I wondered whether we could get to the stage of being good enough that
we could ask for a rise.

   'The last thing I wanted to show you, and please excuse me, this is a
bit graphic I am afraid.  Look at these next few clips and tell me what you
notice.'

   We watched the first dozen clips to see eight or nine different girls
all masturbating.  Susan had done that so I wasn't really sure what I was
looking at that was different.  The last few made it obvious when we saw
either the girl looking at the camera before swinging her legs round to
make sure she was lined right up with the camera, or a few clips where the
guy was arranging the girl's legs or bottom to face the cameras, after
checking where they were.

   We both spotted it so Mark said, 'I know you have done that once or
twice but these always do it.  They are almost like porn stars making sure
that the camera gets the best view.  Now this is difficult, I really don't
want it to be too obvious as you are all amateurs, and that's what the
putters are paying for, but they also like the tease, so don't do it all
the time.  If I wanted porn stars I would advertise for porn stars.  I just
want exhibitionists and that's what our clients love.  I, and they, love
you to be unpredictable.  You know we all love the eight o'clock dares,
because they are so unpredictable.  Not every party night should be a
dressing up parade, nor a ten-person orgy, or a game of strip poker.  Do
you know where I am coming from?  Each of the flats eventually will find
their USP.'

   'Their what?'

   'Unique selling point.  Sorry it's a business acronym.  That girl you
liked, it's her bending and gliding, a couple of the others that you have
seen just lie on the bed all day and masturbate, others go in for
threesomes, others wife swapping.  Yours is the best one of all as far as I
am concerned, unpredictability.  You have the ability to look naïve one
day and like a harlot another.  The parties, the eight o'clock dares,
everything is always different.  I know you are not into threesomes or
swapping but that may well come.  Not that it has to, it is going really
well without it.'

   'Thanks Mark, for my part I fully accept what you are telling me about
keeping fit.  Susan, you must nag me to get fitter.  Okay?'

   'Sure,' she said.  'For my part I loved the way that girl carried
herself.  I may even try deportment lessons if I can find out where to get
some.  If I can find one I will walk around Harrods trying to look as if I
can afford to buy things there.'

   We all laughed.

   'Anyway that's all I have for you.  You have made wonderful strides
forward so just keep going and the cheques will keep flowing in.  Let me
know about the prospective tenants eh?'

   And he was gone.

   'He has got a cheek, hasn't he?' You were not serious about deportment
lessons?'

   'Well, sort of.  Did you see that girl, and how she glided?  She had
real class.  Just sitting chatting to friends, she looked serene.  I may
not take classes but if you see me walking around with books on my head you
will know why.'

   'I will believe that when I see it, but he was right about one thing.  I
really could get a bit fitter.  All these girls I am seeing now naked or at
least semi naked, well, it might be nice for them to have some beefcake to
look at.'

   'So are you saying that you are quite prepared to put in hours of hard
work for Joanne, or Elise, Bryony perhaps, Sam, but you are not worried
about what I see.  How would you like me to stop wearing the clothes you
like and start wearing the clothes that Gordon likes.'

   'Oh sweetheart, I am sorry.  You are right I did not think before I
spoke and if truth be known, with all these girls in their underwear I
guess I had been taking you for granted just a bit.  You know that I love
you and only you though, don't you?'

   'And that's another thing, how many girls have you seen naked or nearly
naked in the last few weeks, five, six, seven?  And how many men have I
seen.  You, Gordon and maybe a little bit of Pete yesterday.  It's not good
enough.  I didn't even get to touch his cock yesterday.  After he had seen
felt and smelt all of me.  You're on notice Mister.  I need more cock. 
Whoops,' she laughed, 'that didn't come out quite as I envisaged.  I mean I
need to see more cock.  I want something in exchange for my body.  Got it?'

   'I got it.  And that's only fair.  I'll tell you what, next time we go
shopping we will buy me some more boxers or underwear.  I know I have that
skimpy thing you gave me in Lace n'Easy, and I have never worn it.  If we
do the dressing parade again you must have new underwear for Pete and I. 
Anyway, come on, let's go home I want to prove that you are the only one
for me.  And that's before the eight o'clock dare.'

   As it happens, that night the eight o'clock dare was for her to stay
naked all evening.

   'Wow, all night, just hanging around watching television.  Is that what
I have to do?'

   I nodded.  'Uhuh.'

   'Well if I have to, so do you.'

   What could I say.  I had no reason to say no.

   She started laughing.  'Come on stud.  My big brave boy who gets to see
all these girls taking their clothes off.  Give it up.  Let them all see
your cock.  Payback time.  Even better I am going to remind you that you
were going to do some exercises.  Naked press-ups, star jumps and trunk
curls.  I will be your fitness coach tonight.'

   I blanched, I am sure.  There were absolutely no excuses I could use. 
She started throwing her clothes off while laughing fit to bust.

   'Come on, get 'em off.  Start with jogging on the spot and I will call
the exercises from the comfort of the sofa.  Make sure you are in front of
a camera.'

   I slowly undressed while Susan put some upbeat music on.  Michael
Jackson and I were going to have fun together.  I must admit after a few
minutes I mainly forgot about the cameras.  It was still embarrassing
jumping up and down with my bits and pieces bouncing just in front of
Susan, but she surprised me because she really got into the training
schedule.  She kept me going for nearly an hour before I cried off with
exhaustion.  Then she wouldn't just let me finish.  I had to lie on a towel
on the carpet and stretch, a real cooldown.  I know she was right but at
that stage I just wanted a shower.  I had the shower and then called her
into the bedroom where I let her know it was time for a blow-job.  That was
the only bit of my body she hadn't exercised.  I remembered to lie in front
of the camera so that her bum in the air was beautifully on view.  I told
her that I didn't have the energy to reciprocate, so we just lay there and
cuddled.  I gradually slid her legs apart and slowly tickled her labia and
clit.  Just gently, smoothing, tickling, pinching and tapping for probably
an hour or more.  Eventually it proved too be too exciting but too gentle
and she took over and did it herself.  The cameras were completely ignored.
I felt we were in the place we wanted to be, both literally, the two of us
in an apartment and figuratively.



   Chapter 14 New flatmates and party invites.

   I rang Sam and Bryony the next morning and left a message on the
answerphone asking if they would like to come for a drink tonight after
work.  Not a party, no need to dress to impress, although I was always
prepared to be impressed but just to float an idea that they may find of
interest.  I thought about inviting Jim & Brenda but expecting Sam & Bryony
to be the most likely to be interested, thought I would do them separately.

   I did ring Gordon to tell him what I was doing and asked him not to
mention it to the girls or Jim and Brenda if he happened to see them before
I did.  I thought that as we had all met together every time there was an
implied obligation to let him know what I was doing.  I also explained that
I wasn't sure that he would want to be put forward but that anytime they
wanted to come over we would be delighted to see them.  He laughed, thanked
me, and agreed that at this stage in their lives undressing every night in
front of cameras for a cheap flat was not exactly the plan.  He did say how
much they had enjoyed doing it once at our place and hoped that they would
be invited to do it again.  'Meeting you all has improved my sex life
considerably,' he said.  'And with my lovely wife Elise, I am sure you
realise that it wasn't exactly bad before.'

   I laughed and agreed that ours, similarly had taken off, like a rocket
into the stratosphere, but then we had never lived together before so I had
nothing really to compare it to.  I agreed to call them in a few days and
make arrangements to meet up.

   Bryony rang and we agreed that they would come over at about six, and
that I would get the pizza in.  They duly arrived with a bottle of wine,
turned down the offer of the facemasks and we sat down with the bottle and
a couple of pizzas fresh from the oven.  I started off by asking what they
did for a living.  Knowing that their friend Melissa was in the fashion
business, well a lingerie shop, I asked whether they were too.  Models
perhaps.

   'Yeah right,' said Sam.  'I am five foot two.  How many models do you
know of that size.'

   We all laughed as she explained that both she and Bryony worked at a
local Gym, as trainers, lifeguards, receptionists, whatever was needed. 
Bryony was one of the assistant managers.  They stayed close with Melissa
because she was a member so they saw her two or three times a week.

   I asked them what they thought about our lifestyle.

   Bryony answered, 'When you first invited us over and told us about your
lifestyle, frankly we were horrified.  We talked about nothing else for
days, imagining exposing our bodies all the time.  Not able to do anything,
and I mean anything, without the cameras watching us.  When we got here and
put the masks on I felt odd, I couldn't be myself.  Later however you will
have noticed I started enjoying myself, although I think the vodka had
something to do with it.'

   'Yes,' agreed Sam.  'I felt the same.  In fact, the whole evening was a
little weird, especially keeping those masks on.  It was not only hot, in
both senses, but weird as well.  Good weird.'

   We all laughed again.

   'Good weird?'

   'Well you know what I mean.  We all had a fantastic evening, the like of
which we have never had before, but it was very surreal sitting with the
masks on feeling like an extra in the film 'Eyes Wide Shut.' The amazing
thing was, when we went home, how turned on we were by the cameras.  We
ended up having great sex.  Whoops.  Too much information I think.'

   'We did too,' said Susan.  'There is no need to lie.  We all know that
you like playing with each other as well as with guys and yourselves.  We
saw you with Melissa in Lace 'n Easy.  But we are the same.  We not only
have got used to them, we find they are a real turn-on mainly.'

   'I have to say,' said Bryony.  'Sitting here now that's how I feel about
them.  They are not bothering me in a bad way and I find myself wanting to
take my clothes off and expose myself.'

   'Don't let us stop you,' I said.  'Susan, take your t-shirt off to make
the girls feel at home.'

   I had dressed her fairly conservatively in the long pink glittery
t-shirt that she had bought herself a few days ago to wear to her parents,
with just a pair of white bikini panties underneath.

   We watched as Susan peeled off the t-shirt to sit back topless on the
bean bag on the floor.

   We automatically looked at Bryony for her reaction and seconds later she
slipped off her jeans and t-shirt to sit in her bra and panties.

   'You buggers,' she said.  'You have got me horny already.  I just want
to wank myself silly.'

   Sam laughed.  'I know what you mean.  That's how I feel as well.  I am
going to have to join you.' She joined in, her jeans and shirt being thrown
randomly over the back of the sofa.

   'Well I am glad you are enjoying yourselves.' I said.  'I suppose it is
only fair that I join you, unless that is you are all into being naked in
front of fully clothed men.'

   Nobody said that they were so I pulled off my t-shirt and jeans to sit
there in my boxers.

   'What I wanted to ask you girls, and it seems an appropriate moment, is
whether you would fancy joining us in the lifestyle?  When I say joining
us, I don't mean in the same flat.  You would get your own flat here in the
block.  Like this one.  On one of the other floors.  The guy who recruited
us is looking for new tenants and we naturally thought of you.'

   Bryony and Sam looked at each other without speaking.

   'I think I can give you my answer without even speaking,' said Bryony.

   She reached behind her back and threw her bra behind the sofa.  We all
laughed and then looked at Sam who grinned and threw hers to join it.

   I looked into a camera and said, 'There you are Mark.  There is your
answer.  I will ring you in the morning and arrange a meeting.  The girl's
natural reactions was to cover their tits with their hands as they looked
at the camera and then to laugh, expose and waggle them.

   We got to chatting ourselves again and we reiterated to the girls how
much we are enjoying living here and how little the cameras now discourage
us from doing anything.  If anything, the reverse was true, The cameras
helped us to have good sexy time.  I tried to point out the downsides that
they probably wouldn't want to invite their parents over and that they
could not invite anybody with children.  Neither of these seemed to be a
problem.

   As they picked up their clothes to leave early so that they could have a
long chat about the principle, I told them that if they were still happy
with the idea I would ring them in the morning and arrange a time they
could meet Mark.

   They left excitedly.  I certainly felt the same.  Having spent a couple
of hours in the company of three topless girls, and with the possibility
that I might get to know the two of them a lot better, I was a beast in
bed. I rode her hard until we were both sore.  We both loved it.

   I fell asleep planning how I could best sell the principle to Brenda and
Jim.

   The next day I rang Bryony and asked whether having had the chance to
talk about it together they were still interested.

   'Very much so,' she said.  What we would save on not having to rent our
own flat we would be able to put away.'

   'I probably should have told you last night but there is also a chance
that you may get cash bonuses from time to time if you get a lot of people
paying to watch you.  I thought it better for you not to get excited and
rely upon it but Susan and I have had a couple so that up till now we have
not needed to get a job.  But there is no guarantee of that.  Mark will
probably explain.  Shall I fix an evening when you meet up.  Say six
o'clock in Costa Coffee.

   It was all agreed.  I rang Mark to tell him and arranged the meet in a
couple of days.

   The next call was to invite Jim and Brenda round for a drink as well. 
As we had with the girls we produced some snacks and a couple of bottles
and basically interrogated them.  I knew they lived fairly close but hadn't
realised that they were living with his brother who had a good job in a
Merchant Bank.  He had recently followed him into the Bank but poor Jim was
really struggling.  As he put it, 'Charlie had always been the one with the
brains, I was always much stronger and physically bigger, played a bit of
rugby and the girls liked me, eh Brenda.  I reckon I got the better deal.
But money will be a bit tough if I cannot keep this job.  Bren here is a
carer, works for an agency.  They are always trying to get her to take
live-in jobs.  They do pay better but hell, we have only just got married.
I don't want her off nights, and we know she would miss my big cock. 
That's another thing my brother didn't get.'

   'Jim,' she said.  'You can't go saying that, even if it is true.'

   I could see why he was doubtful about keeping his job in the Bank.  He
was definitely John Blunt, I wondered whether he was the same at work.

   'Look I don't know whether this would interest you, but I can do you a
favour if it suits you, but only if you are sure,' I said.

   'What are you talking about,' Brenda said.

   'Look the guy who got us this flat, has another one.  It comes free but
you have to have these cameras on you all the time.  Also, you will be
under pressure to wear as little clothing as possible and have wild sex
under lights in front of the camera.  It is not for everybody.  We were not
sure at first.  In fact, we got conned into it a little bit but now we love
it.  We also get cash bonuses from time to time if we do something special.
For example, that evening we were all here and you took off your clothes,
even though you were masked we got a good bonus because a lot of people
watched us.  In fairness we did not know that we would get a bonus when we
invited you so it is not like we were trying to take advantage of you.  I
hope you are not upset that we are asking you.  I know you enjoyed the
times we have all got together so thought that you would be broadminded
enough to enjoy living like this.  There is no problem if you don't like
the idea.'

   I was running out of things to say.  Jim looked a bit stunned.  He
seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

   'I...I...We...  Err...Err.'

   'We would love it.' Said Brenda.  'When we left you the other night
after that lovely evening we had great sex in an alley just down the road.
We have to be quiet having sex in the flat we live in because Charlie gets
upset as he never gets any.  We were never going to be quiet that night.'

   We all laughed, except for Jim who still seemed paralysed, whether it
was his tongue or his brain, I wasn't sure.

   'You can give up that silly job and do some proper work perhaps
painting, decorating or plumbing.  You love all that sort of stuff. 
Perhaps even Janitor for the block of flats we would be in.  And I could
keep the agency happy by spending the odd night with clients if they need
me.  That will work for both of us.  Can we have other jobs and still live
there?'

   'I don't see why not, but you will have to discuss that with Mark the
guy who organises us.  Shall I fix up an appointment for you to meet him?'

   We agreed a venue and time and I agreed to confirm it with them and
Mark.

   They left in a bubble of euphoria.  I was pretty happy as well.  I
couldn't see them being as aggressively sexy as we were, which meant in
turn that they probably wouldn't earn as much as us, but still seven and a
half percent of not much is still worth having.

   To cut a long story short I introduced the two pairs to Mark, not
together but one night after the other.  They obviously got along well
because the next thing I heard was that both pairs were getting their own
flat.

   We invited them round Saturday night to celebrate.  They both had to
wait another week before they could move in.

   I had three surprises that evening, firstly a couple of phone calls.

   'Hello, is that Alex?'

   'Yes that's me.  Who's this?'

   'Oh hi.  You may not remember me, my name is Tracy.  We met in the ...'

   'Of course I remember you Tracy.  How could I forget such a fun morning.
How is your dad, Stan wasn't it.'

   'Yes that's right.  Stan, fancy you remembering.  It is funny.  He is
like a new man, or actually the very opposite of new man, nowadays.  He is
very non-pc and making decisions around the home, he has overridden my
mother about what I can and cannot wear and even changed my curfew time to
two o'clock.  Frankly that was a compromise and I can get away with
whatever I like from him now.  He is really fun to live with.  Like he is a
young man again.  I have even heard him and my mother having sex again,
although I am not sure quite how keen she was.'

   'I am delighted.  He did have a bit of a twinkle in his eye when he
left. He had obviously enjoyed himself.'

   'I'll say.  In fact, he still is.  When I leave my panties in the
washing basket every day I keep an eye on them now.  They are always moved
by the evening and usually been cum over.'

   'Good man him.  I guess you are ringing so that we can invite you over
for a drink or even...  I have an idea.  Firstly, we have some friends
coming over Saturday evening and would love to have you join us.  Secondly,
I might invite a few more people and turn it into a bit more of a party. 
Either way Saturday night if you are free?'

   'Are you sure?  That would be lovely.  I am free so just tell me where
you are and what time you want me.  After the last meeting I guess I had
better know if there is a dress code?'

   I gave her the address and time and said, 'As for the dress code, you
know the sort of thing that I like girls to wear, and anyway it doesn't
matter too much because hopefully you will not be wearing it for long. 
Actually thinking about it, it would not be such a bad idea to have a dress
code.  Dress or skirt and stockings.'

   'Ooohhh,' she said.  'It's going to be that sort of party.'

   'You know it is and you wouldn't have thought about inviting yourself
over if it hadn't been.  By the way you can bring your boyfriend, if you
like, providing he is broadminded.  hYou can imagine the sort of party it
might be.'

   'I don't have one at the moment.  I broke up with the last one last
week. He was boring, nagging me about wearing the wrong sort of clothes He
always wanted me to cover up and act as if I was forty.'

   'Quite right, you can do better than him.  I know bring your Dad if you
like.'

   She burst out laughing, 'Are you serious, and even if you were, Mum
would never let him out on his own, let alone with me, on a Saturday night.
He is not that much in control yet.  Actually, thinking about it, Mum is
away at her sister's this weekend.  So I will have the opportunity to tell
dad exactly what he missed.  That will be fun.'

   'I am serious, but you can decide.  If he will get in your way of having
a good time then fine, but otherwise he can come along, have a few drinks
and be a bit of a perve.  There is one thing I must tell you.  Susan and I
live an unusual life.  We are participants in a soft-porn type show that
means we are surrounded by cameras twenty-four seven.  People buy into the
right to watch us.  So the party will be going out live on the internet. 
There will be at least one couple who will probably stay masked all
evening.'

   'Wow you certainly have the ability to keep shocking me.  Sounds like
fun.  I will sound out my dad and make that decision later, Is that
alright?'

   'Sure, just turn up with, or without him.  We might be a bit short on
men.  There will be at least two girls on their own.  See you Saturday.'

   The next surprise was another phone call, this time from Joanne.

   'Hiii big boy,'

   'Joanne, how are you.  You sound perky.  Is that a gin and tonic I
smell?'

   She laughed.  'No Prosecco again.  Every time I drink it I am reminded
of you.'

   'Ooohh Bad girl.  And I bet you are drinking a lot of it.'

   'You've got that right.  Now when are we going shopping?  Pete here is
itching to get me into some new clothes.  Actually, he is itching to get me
out of some new clothes is more like.'

   We both laughed.

   'How about Friday and then while I am thinking about it we are having a
party on Saturday night to celebrate a couple of friends of ours joining
the flat scheme that we are all in.  That way we can buy you some new
clothes and show them to Pete on Saturday.  By the way Saturday night dress
code is dress or skirt and stockings.  You that is, not Pete.'

   'That would be lovely, Friday and Saturday.  Shall I come over about two
and we will go out from there.'

   'Make it one if you can.  It might be a long afternoon, trying clothes
on.  After all Fridays will be busy and there will be a lot of people
standing around in the changing rooms.'

   'Oh no.  I cannot do that.  I will only stay in the proper changing
rooms.  You won't get me marching around the shop showing off.'

   I was a bit surprised to hear her shout.  'Yes, I am talking to him now.
Yes ok.  Pete says Hi.'

   She then whispered, 'That was only for Pete's benefit.  He was
listening.'

   'Oh fine.  See you Friday then.' I hoped that the whispering was about
the changing rooms, not the 'Says Hi.'

   I then had to make a call to Gordon and invite them.  We must all be sad
people because no-one had any other arrangements for the Saturday.  Unless
of course any other engagement would have been boring by comparison.

   My next call was to Bryony to ask them to invite Melissa.  'Great idea,
said Bryony.  'Hold on you can invite her yourself.'

   'Melissa hi.  What are you doing round there?'

   'Hi Alex.  I came over to hear their great news.  A new apartment next
door to you.  That sounds like trouble to me.  And as for all those
cameras, why a girl won't feel safe from being spied upon.'

   I laughed.  'Quite the contrary Melissa, on Saturday night at our party
you can feel safe that you will be being spied on.  You will be watched at
every moment.  Not only that, but everyone watching will be cheering me on
to take your clothes off you.'

   'You naughty boy, just thinking about it.'

   'I heard a lot of noise from the background and Sam came on the line.

   'Alex what were you talking about?  Why has she put her fingers down her
panties and started playing with herself?'

   'You had better ask her that.  A gentleman never tells.  By the way the
dress code for Saturday is a dress or skirt and stockings.'

   'Surprise surprise.  I wonder who thought of that as a dress code.  Some
pervert no doubt.  See you Saturday then.  Xxx.'

   I then had to tell Susan what I had done.  She came out of the bathroom,
with a towel wrapped around her carrying a glass of water.  I told her how
I had transformed a quiet evening in, into a raving orgy, I wished, in just
three or four phone calls.  I also told her that we were out Friday
afternoon with Joanne.

   The last surprise of the night came a few moments later.

   Susan walked by me towards the kitchen and tripped as she went past,
flinging the water in my face.

   'I am so sorry.' She said, but didn't really sound it.  There was the
glint in her eye that I needed.

   'You will be,' I was quick to pick up upon her mood.

   'You have just got yourself a hand-smacking in the bedroom.  Get
yourself ready girl.'

   She got to her knees, 'No Alex, please don't spank me,' she said in a
good impersonation of Brer Rabbit.

   I jumped to my feet, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her, firmly
towards the bedroom, hands lowered so that she had to crawl on her hands
and knees.  Her towel got caught beneath her and was immediately pulled off
and left on the floor of the lounge.

   'Oh don't expose me, I am naked, please don't smack me.  I have just had
a hot bath and I am very soft-bottomed at the moment.'

   I hauled her onto the bed took some rope from a side drawer and tied her
hands together.  She was laying flat, her hands in front of her above her
head and her legs clasped tightly together.  Her lovely round bottom became
the target fixed in my brain.  Not hard at first, I started tapping her
cheeks at irregular intervals.  Left, right, left, left, right, left, left,
right, right, right.  They were getting slightly harder now and just
occasionally I would rub my finger along her crack, softly probing her anus
before slipping through her lips and onto her clit.  Now as I tapped her
harder and harder a little grunt sounded with each tap.

   Her hands squirming in front of her started gripping the sheet and
twisting it.  I spread her legs, thinking about the cameras but not yet
lining it up between them.  This increased the size of the bottom area I
had to spank.  I could now hit the thighs as well.  I continued alternating
between smacking and fondling.  By now her cheeks were evenly coloured, a
sort of Racing Paris pink, rugby-jersey colour.  I wanted a good Welsh red
jersey.  I could not have her getting away lightly.

   'Did you Jill yourself off in the bath?' I asked.

   She paused.  She did not know whether to lie or not.  I knew she would
have done.  Not that I minded but...

   'Yes,' she mumbled.

   'Yes,' I said.  'Yes, and where was I, only in the other room?  Would I
like to have been involved?  I think we know that I would have.  But I
wasn't invited.'

   Her bottom was by now getting to be a rosy red and I could tell by the
grunts that it was beginning to be sore.  I am not a real sadist, just
practising, so decided that this was probably enough physical punishment. I
swung her legs round at ninety degrees to line up with the camera.

   She knew what I was doing and a long groan issued from her.  The next
fondle confirmed my belief that she was now heavily turned on.  She was
running like a tap.  I moved around the bed to get to her head end.  'Get
to your knees.  Suck me.  Get me ready.  Keep your legs wide and show
everyone your pussy.'

   I leaned over her kneeling body and fingered her pussy and her bottom.
Her tiny puckered ass hole was tight but I eventually got one then two
fingers in lubricating them in her pussy first.

   I moved to her other end, mentally apologising for the view that I was
about to block.  I opened the drawer the other end and without Susan seeing
what I was doing tore open a condom, slipped it over my cock lubricated it
and plunged it into her ass.

   'Ohhhh no.  Shit, it was sore enough before that.  ohhhh.'

   I teased her clit with my thumb and she bounced through her first orgasm
which rapidly eased into her second as I continued to push and thrum.

   I came with a few more thrusts, pulled off the condom and still hard
thrust into her pussy triggering a third and possibly a fourth orgasm from
her.

   That was enough.  We both collapsed onto the bed sated.  Some-time later
I moved her round to put her head on the pillows and covered her up.  I
knew she was done until the morning.



   Chapter 15 Out and out exhibitionism

   The week flew by and before we knew it Friday was upon us.

   Over a late breakfast I asked Susan whether she thought we should go
back to Small Things.  Were there enough new clothes to try on, that she
hadn't already seen.  Should we try to find somewhere new?  I had a look at
the internet but couldn't find anywhere so handy that seemed to stock as
much.  We decided we would go back there but in the next few weeks have a
look and see whether there wasn't anywhere new we could go to.  We would
finish at the Sex Shop.

   'Now are you sure you want to come.  I am quite happy to go on my own if
you want to start cooking for tomorrow?'

   'Yeah right, and I am going to trust the two of you to go off to a sex
shop on your own.  You will have had a couple of hours of her flirting and
taking her clothes off and you go to a place with two-person booths showing
sex films.  Okaaaay.  I don't think so.'

   I laughed.  'When you put it that way I can understand that I would be
in danger of being attacked and then not being able to keep my promise to
you.  I can assure you that it would be rape.  I would not go easy.'

   'Well I am going to save you from all that harassment by coming with
you. But talking of promises, what are we going to do about Gordon and
Pete, in my case, and in yours Joanne, Melissa, Elise Tracy, and oh you
name them.'

   'I laughed again.  'Flatterer.  But I know what you mean.  Do we abandon
the rules or just...  maybe...?  Do you know there isn't really any half
way ground.  We either swap around or we don't.  What do you want to do?'

   'Whatever we do I think we know that we both love each other and that we
will be back together by the morning.'

   'Or even earlier.'

   'Or even earlier as you say.  Are we brave enough to just go for it or
cover it in silly rules like, pretending we aren't having orgasms, or only
being in the same room, or even having to hold hands while we are doing it
with someone else.  Can we do it without worrying 'is she tighter than me',
or, 'is he enjoying her more than he does me'?  Can you watch me without
thinking 'is he bigger than I am?  Will she ever want me again?'

   'I think I can.  But I know that last question might be a problem if one
of our friends happened to have a really large cock and you wanted to keep
going with him.  I am only a man and you know how we worry.'

   It was her turn to laugh.  'Without the benefit of experiencing that it
is difficult to answer.  But I love your cock, the size it is and the way
you use it.  If you really want to know I do not really want to experience
a bigger one.  How about we give it a month and then talk again?'

   'Fine but I think the moment that either of us feel that it is not
working we should talk about it.  Don't wait for a month if it is a
problem. '

   A big loving kiss sealed the bargain.  I briefly thought about taking
her back to bed to make sure that she remembered how good my cock really
was but with Joanne coming at one o'clock and preparations to be started
for the party tomorrow I didn't think we had time.

   Joanne arrived promptly so we set off shopping.  I felt that we were
good and early so suggested that we go to the Kings Head for a quick
livener.  The girls had Prosecco which always put them in a good mood and I
had my usual pint.  I was not in a rush to drink it so the girls even
squeezed a second one in before I had finished my pint and was ready to go.
I felt that should be enough to take the edge off their nerves.  I was not
worried about Susan, I knew she would be happy to undress in public. 
Joanne was an unknown entity.

   We were welcomed by the Manager into Small Things, we must have been
buying more than I thought.  Maybe it was just the length of time we were
there.

   I did my usual trick of wandering off and selecting items for the girls
to try on while they pottered together picking, discarding and generally
chatting.  After about thirty minutes I was ready.  I had selected three
outfits each for them which should take an hour or so I figured.

   Joanne looked surprised, 'But Alex I have some clothes to try on.  What
have you got there.  Is that just for Susan?'

   'Certainly not,' I said trying to inject a note of authority in my
voice. 'You admired the clothes that I picked for Susan and wanted to shop
with me for that reason, not just to chat to Susan like a girly visit to
the mall.  Put those clothes back now and try some of this lot on.  I have
chosen the same size that Susan wears.  That might mean they are a little
tight on top.  Susan, take these into the dressing room while Joanne puts
those back.  Usual rules now, no looking at the next garments until you are
about to put it on.'

   I was pleased to see that the lunchtime crowd of mainly girls had now
gone.  It was two-thirty and the office girls had gone back to lunch.  At
the moment we were the only people in there.  I hoped that would change.

   The prosecco must have been working because Joanne came back and giggled
after I had told her that she had to come out and show me everything after
it was on.

   This was mainly an underwear shop with just a few overclothes, like the
deep sleeve-holed t-shirts and the mohair shorts suit, so I had put mainly
underwear in the basket.

   I had chosen something relatively covering for the first item so the
first pieces were matching romper suits, one in white the other red.  Satin
wrap over tops melding down into wide legged French knickers

   I saw the door open an inch or two and Joannes head popped out to look
around.  On seeing I was still the only person there she threw the door
open and brazenly came out.  Joanne looked good in the red one which was
too close to Susan's hair colour to be attractive.  They had both kept
their high heels on so paraded around the large changing area, striding
like models between giggles.  I beckoned them to come over and asked Jo
what she thought.

   'You do have an eye for clothes Alex,' she said.  These are lovely,
aren't they.'

   'Yes they are.  Let me feel.  Are they satin or silk?'

   I ran my hand between the layers of wrap-over materials just under the
bust.  Far enough in to feel that she had no bra on.  My fingers just
grazed the bottom of her left breast.

   'Nice,' I said, leaving them to wonder exactly what I was admiring.

   I did the same to Susan so that she did not feel left out and, dropping
my hand felt along the outside of Susan's thigh up the wide leg of the
French knickers.  I did not need to feel to confirm that they wore no
panties under the outfit.  Firstly, I had not put any in with these items
and secondly, even a string would have left a visible pantie line.  I heard
voices coming down the stairs, including a male voice.  The girls had their
backs to the stairs so could not see.

   'Don't turn around.  You will see the other shoppers soon enough.'

   I turned to Joanne and slid my hand up her leg.  This time somehow, I
managed to run my hand up the inside of the thigh only stopping when my
fingers just touched against a sticky labia.  'Oh this feels nice... 
material.' I said.  'it almost feels that it should be wet-look material.'
Joanne certainly knew what I was getting at, I am not sure whether Susan
picked up on it.

   I looked over towards the stairs where a guy in his sixties was standing
watching me standing with two girls in front of me and my hand up the
knicker leg of one of them.  Jealous or what?  He returned my smile.

   'So next item ladies.  These are the kimonos and have lingerie to go
underneath.'

   I moved a few feet towards the other guy and said, 'Hi, I hope you and
your wife don't mind but I have had to ask my girls to wear all the clothes
out into the changing area here, as there is no rom for three of us in the
cubicle.  I hope you don't mind.'

   'Not at all old boy.  If you don't mind me looking.'

   'Hardly.  They are good looking girls, and they do like to know they are
admired.'

   'So it will be okay for me to show my appreciation.'

   'Certainly, you can help me choose some pieces if your wife takes a
while.'

   I moved to stand next to him and for a moment the girls did not see
where I was.  I was no longer standing by the big mirror, but now closer to
the bottom of the stairs.  They were more hesitant to come out this time
with someone else there.  I am not sure why because they were even more
covered than last time.  They wore brightly coloured kimono jackets, which
came down to their stocking tops.  One with a black and yellow motif and
the other in blues and greens.  They both wore black stockings with the
high heels.

   'Wow, they look lovely girls.  Come a little closer, in fact what
happened to the parade that you did last time.  My friend err...'

   'Charles,' he said.

   'Thank you.  Charles was admiring your earlier outfits and I am sure
will give an honest opinion of these too.  Alex, by the way.'

   We shook hands.  I shooed the girls off to parade around the ring as
they had before.  Susan, I could see, was getting into it.  Joanne looked a
little pensive.  Had she guessed what was coming?'

   'Beautiful, girls.  Which one do you prefer Charles.'

   'The black and yellow, I think but they are both lovely.  The stockings
do add a little ...Je ne sais quoi,' he said.

   He led me straight into the punch line without knowing.

   'Yes, they do don't they.  But so does the matching lingerie underneath,
doesn't it girls.'

   I saw Joanne blanche.  Susan took it easily She had known it was coming.
Joanne had only wondered whether it was coming.

   I raised my eyebrows towards the girls.  That was enough for Susan to
slowly open the jacket to show a matching bra, g-string and suspender belt
in black lace.  It was all fairly substantial, properly lined, but small
and very attractive.

   'Wonderful Susan.  Joanne?'

   She took a deep breath and opened her jacket to show a blue set that
matched the colour of the jacket.  'Lovely.'

   Charles was speechless.  From being helpful to catatonic in moments.

   'Oh wow, I mean...  good lord,...  err,...  well.'

   'I think he likes them,' I said.  'Why don't you stroll around again and
model them properly.  Perhaps on the second circuit you could remove the
jackets and put them over your arms, so we can still see the colours but we
can also admire the back of the lingerie as well.'

   I wondered whether that would be too much for Jo but now that she had
got in the swing she was determined not to show weakness.  I could see the
glint in her eye.

   They completed the two circuits, their little buttocks twinkling in the
spotlights.  Beautiful.

   'Lovely, girls next.'

   I could hear the door opening on the other changing cubicle, and sure
enough Charles's wife came out with a couple of items under her arm.

   'That's a shame,' I said quietly to Charles.  'Just as it was going to
get interesting.  The last items.'

   'More err...  interesting?' he said.  I just nodded, his wife was within
earshot now.

   'How did you get on Darling?  Are they nice?  Do they fit?  Don't rush
by the way.  I am quite happy chatting to Alex here.'

   'Really, you are normally so impatient in shops.  Are you sure?  If so I
will go and have a look for another couple of things.'

   I swear he had been holding his breath as he waited for her answer. 
'No, no, you go ahead.' She disappeared up the stairs.  I hoped for his
sake that she did not return while the girls were walking around.

   As she walked up the stairs the girls came out wearing the archetypal
lingerie sets.  Both had Baby Doll negligee sets, Susan's a white
lace-trimmed net, off the shoulder affair, held closed only by a bow above
the bust.  Underneath it you could see fairly clearly a net bra, matching
panties and a suspender belt holding up the white stockings.  Delightful.

   Joannes was a knee-length, see-though, black-net, cover-all with three
little bows, one at the neck another at the waist and the third at the
crotch.  It had string over the shoulder straps long enough that the net
started just above the bust which were matched by the tie sided strings
holding up the tiny bikini panties.  We could clearly see her nipples.

   Charles and I stood and unashamedly gawped for a minute or two.

   'Susan, perhaps you would do your usual walk.  Joanne, just before you
go, a moment.' I undid all the bows allowing the coat style dress to float
to the sides as she walked.

   When they arrived back in front of us I asked Susan to remove the small
net chemise type top and show us the matching lingerie underneath, which
was completely see through.  Marginally pointless in fact.  She didn't
hesitate and stood proudly as our eyes roamed.

   'Thank you Susan.  Do you like that outfit Charles?'

   'Alex.  I am lost for words.  I can only thank you and the girls from
the bottom of my heart.  I love this outfit and of course, the other one,
so much, that I would like to buy them for you ladies.  They know us at the
till, ask them to put it on my bill, preferably when my wife is not in
earshot.  It will be my pleasure to remember how you look when I pay the
monthly account.'

   'Charles, thank you so much.  That is so generous of you.  I think I can
find a little something that will remind you of this afternoon a little
better than the bill.  Joanne, stand still a moment.'

   I pulled the sides of her coat to the sides and indicated the bikini
panties to Charles.  'Charles, pull on that little string.' He did.  All
three of us knew what was going to happen and Joanne who had begun to get
used to parading around almost naked, was now faced with being naked from
the waist down.  I pulled on the panties and presented hem to Charles, who
held them to his nose and breathed in deeply.

   'Thank you for your generosity.  A small gift for you to remember us by.
Girls off you go and change, before we get company.  The girls giggled and
ran, just in time as it happened.

   'Sorry to have been so long Charles.  I just have a couple more things
to try.  I won't be long.'

   'Okay Dear.  Why don't you come out here and show me when you have tried
them on.'

   Charles.  Don't be ridiculous.  Don't even think about it.  What sort of
a lady do you think I am.'

   He winked at me, and in a low voice said.  'I didn't think so.  Was
worth a try though.'

   The girls came out now and kissed Charles as a thank you for their
nighties and as a goodbye.  He watched us leave, I felt with a tear in his
eye, or was it merely a reaction to the girls walking up the stairs in
short skirts.  He had had a memorable afternoon.

   The girls were in a high old mood now.  'Just one more stop on our
shopping tour,' I said.  But I was wrong.  I was dragged into the Red Lion
as we passed it again on our way to the Sex Shop.

   The girls were both bubbly now.  Their testosterone was up and certainly
Joanne thought that she was through the worst.  A couple more glasses each
of Prosecco and we were ready to move on again.  It was now nearly five
o'clock on a Friday.  Men were leaving work to go home.  Some of them may
even have sneaked out earlier to spend half an hour in their favourite
shop. I fully expected Love Unlimited to be as busy as it gets.

   'As I said Jo, just the one call left.  This one should be fun as well.
You enjoyed the last one didn't you.'

   'You don't know how much,' she said.  'I was nervous when we started but
by the end when you took my panties, I nearly came on the spot.  I almost
wish Pete was here.  Not really because I am having too much of a good time
with you two, but I could really do with a fuck.'

   I got an I told you so look from Susan.  I had to cover a smile.

   'Anyway,' Joanne said 'I think I know where we are going.  There is only
really one more lingerie shop in this couple of streets and that is Nice
n'Easy.'

   'Nope, that's not it.  But drink up and we will be off.'

   As we turned into the street we saw Love Unlimited.  Joanne said,
'That's a sex shop you know.  I have never ben brave enough to go in.  Have
you?'

   'Sure,' said Susan.  'A couple of times actually.'

   'Listen on our way back can we pop in there?  Just to see what it's
like?'

   'We can do better than that,' I said as we reached the door.  'We can go
in now.'

   Susan led the way, followed by Joanne and then myself.

   'Susan, Alex, how lovely to see you,' said Joe reaching for the phone.
'And you have bought a friend.  How lovely.  Maybe for you as good
customers, for the extra entertainment, I can go to thirty.'

   Joanne looked a little puzzled but was not really concentrating as she
and Susan were looking at Dildos and strap-ons at the time.  I winked.

   'I hope we don't disappoint, Joe.'

   His phone call was answered and I heard him say 'Vic, Joe here.  I
haven't seen you in a long time.  See you soon hopefully.' He put the phone
down and dialled another number.

   I just laughed.  'Maybe, maybe Joe.  I will try for you.'

   I thought it was time to tell Jo the truth.  'The clothes are downstairs
Jo.'

   'Clothes?' she said.  'Here?  This isn't our last...  Oh my god.'

   'Yes, I said.  'It surely is.  They have a small range of clothes to try
on downstairs.'

   Jo blanched, 'Not like the other place, out of the changing room?'

   I nodded.  'Sure.  Why not?  Ask Susan.'

   I heard her whisper to Susan, 'Susan this isn't the place where you wore
the...  blindfold, and err...  was it?'

   'It really was,' Susan said.  'I did get a bit carried away.  But god it
was great when it was over.  I was soooo horny.'

   I guided then downstairs and started selecting some items.  I thought
maybe just two each or three maybe.  It would probably take one to warm
Joanne up again.

   'The funny thing was Jo, that Susan chose those items all on her own. 
No prompting from me.  I had as much of a surprise as anybody.  Why don't
you choose one, with Susan's help and I will find a couple more.

   I fairly quickly found a couple of items each.  I saw the girls had
picked out fancy dress outfits, a French maid and a sexy schoolgirl.  They
would do nicely to warm them up.

   'Okay,' I said, ' let's go and try them on.' Joanne looked for the
changing rooms.

   'Upstairs,' I indicated.

   'Upstairs, where all those men are?'

   'Well it would be no fun down here.  There is nobody here except us.'

   'I thought that is what trying clothes was all about.  Trying things on
to see if WE liked them, not a bunch of horny old perverts.'

   'Oh,' I laughed, 'You have met them before have you?'

   In fairness that did raise a laugh from both of them.  I am not sure
Joanne realised how close to the truth that was.

   I pointed out the changing cubicle.'

   Susan told her that it was too small for both of them to go in together.

   'Do you want to go first or second.'

   'Oh god second, in fact not even at all.  Third?' half-joked Joanne.

   'I was right about how busy it was going to be, and never forgetting
Joes telephone friends, there must have been twenty men lining the
'catwalk.'

   'Why are they all standing up there Alex?  Why are they not standing
closer?'

   'Do you want them closer?'

   No, I haven't got my whip with me.'

   I laughed.  'Well you see at the end where the big fat guy is?  '

   'Yes.'

   'Well that's where the mirror is.  They are lining up either side of the
catwalk.'

   'Tell me Susan didn't really walk out there with nothing but a blindfold
on.'

   'No of course she didn't.' Susan looked relieved.

   'She also had stockings and a garter.'

   'She really did?  Ohhhhh no.'

   'And knickers.'

   'Not so bad.'

   'Crotchless.'

   'Ohhh.'

   'How did she find her way to the mirror with a blindfold.'

   The kind gentlemen, used their hands to move her in the right
direction.'

   'And she really had handcuffs on so she could not push them away.'

   'Yup.  But really don't worry.  If I thought there was any chance of
either of you getting hurt or severely molested, as apart from a little bit
molested, I wouldn't have brought Susan back.  I will tell them that this
is your first time and they will respect that.' I hoped.

   By now the door to the cubicle was opening.  Susan's head popped out. 
Her cheeky grin told me all I needed to know.  She was ready all right.

   'I haven't bothered with the panties.  I don't think they added anything
to the costume,' she said.

   Jo, looked at me and mouthed 'Not really?'

   I shrugged.  'They were probably covered anyway, so no-one will notice.
Do you want to stay and watch her first catwalk or go and get changed.'

   'I will watch.'

   She stepped out of the cubicle.

   I don't think it was only the panties she had left off.

   She was wearing almost the classic French Maid outfit apparently.  A
white mob cap.  The white pinafore was held up by straps around her neck
and fastened together at the back.  There was no sign of a blouse and we
could see the edges and tops of her breasts behind the bib.  The bib itself
was only about twelve or fifteen inches wide, barely covering her nipples.
My eyes followed down the lines of the pinny, then over the little black
skirt, which was short enough to expose all of the tops of her stockings
and the straps from the suspender belt.

   I was right.  I pointed out to Joanne that the skirt would have covered
the panties.  Just.

   The assembled guys burst into applause.  As she walked away from us up
the man-made aisle, literally, I realised the applause was only going to
get stronger as she walked by.  She had 'accidentally' caught the back hem
of her skirt in her suspender belt exposing her entire bottom.

   'Oh my god,' breathed Jo.

   'I think she has thrown down a challenge,' I said.

   It turned out to be the right thing to say as Joanne got that bitchy
look on her face.  The one that she had the first day we had met when she
got Susan to walk into her lounge announcing her pantie-less.  'I am going
to change.'

   By the time Susan had walked three times up and down the catwalk, I
heard Jo say that she was ready.

   'Wait there one second,' I warned.

   'Gentlemen, I know some of you have seen my girl-friend Susan here
before and know that she is quite happy to model some clothes for you. 
Mind you I do think it would have been a truer depiction of a French Maid
if she had not left her knickers off and strangely caught her hem in her
suspender belt.'

   'Oh no,' said Susan, with false modesty.  'I didn't, did I?'

   'I was very disappointed that none of you were kind enough to point it
out to her.' They all laughed.  The next young lady Jo, no relation to our
Joe the manager, is a good friend and I would like her to stay that way. 
This is her first time in the shop and I have told her that you will be
respectful of her.  You know of course that the first sign of it getting
out of hand and we will be gone, never to return.  Please do not put this
superior venue,' laughs all round, 'at risk.'

   'Go for it Jo.'

   Jo strode out trying to hide her nerves.

   She had taken the challenge and definitely would have won round one if
there had been a competition between the girls.  What do I mean if?

   She was a stupendous schoolgirl but had managed to lose her blouse, bra
if there had been one and we were about to find out, her panties as well.

   She wore big round spectacles a tiny, tiny skirt with two-inch braces,
that went from the waistband, up over her nipples, over her shoulders and
down her back, where they joined just before being attached to the
waistband at her back.  The front marginally covered her pussy but was
nowhere near long enough to cover her ass which stuck out beautifully under
the skirt.  Long white knee socks with pink bows finished off the ensemble.
It transpired that the braces must have been elasticized because as she
walked they gradually pulled her skirt higher and higher up towards her
waist.  This meant that gradually she was exposing her pussy in front as
well as her buttocks at the back.  The guys were hooting and hollering. 
They could see what was happening.  Like Susan's costume malfunction I was
not one hundred percent sure whether she knew or not.

   Even Susan got carried away with the action and shouted 'Go Jo,'
followed by an ear-splitting whistle, which I did not know she could do.

   I did hear one of the guys turn to a friend and say 'Great pussy,' at
which point Jo tried to look a bit affronted and pulled the skirt lower
again.  Inexorably however it was only going to go one way again.

   After 2 'catwalks' Jo looked at me pointedly so I asked Susan if she was
nearly ready.

   'Not quite, another minute.'

   I held up one finger to Jo and made a walking sign with the other hand.
She gamely turned for the third lap.

   As she came back I called her in and encouraged Susan to leave the
cubicle.  Susan was wearing a lace catsuit.  I had put two catsuits in
there and the little minx had chosen the one with marginally better
coverage in that it was lace with a pattern rather than plain fish-net like
the other one.  It was true that the pattern didn't actually extend over
the bust, leaving her boobs and nipples in plain sight under the sheer
lace. The body was crotchless of course with a fairly large cutaway.  Her
pussy would have been covered by the panties, if I hadn't forgotten to
leave them in there.  She therefore bestrode the catwalk almost topless and
certainly bottomless.  While she was walking up for the second time I said
to Joanne, through the door, that she should choose the third outfit that
she preferred and give it to me.  Susan had had her first choice twice
already.

   'Oh my god, I am not wearing this one.' I heard, and then 'On second
thoughts with a small alteration...'

   She handed me a package round the door, just as Susan was finishing her
walk.

   She followed the package round the door just in time to hear the cheers
for Susan as she curtsied for the guys.  That act of course opened her
lower lips as she parted her legs.  The boys loved it.  Joannes suit was
almost identical but the holes were bigger.  The fishnet holes were up to
an inch in diameter all over the body, they were strategically placed to
allow her nipples some air and the crotch hole stretched all the way from
the top of her buttocks at the back to about six inches over her pubis.  It
stretched another six inches down each inner thigh.  If Susan's had been
revealing, this one was very revealing.

   In the meantime, I had stopped Susan as she was going into the cubicle
and just played with her pussy awhile, just to keep her horny.  'Oh stop. I
am going to come so fast if you keep that up.  I stopped.  I did not want
to see her have that much fun.  Joanne has chosen her outfit for the last
show.  She has the leather straps.  I have them here.  That means you have
the boxing outfit.

   'How strange,' she said.  'The boxing outfit is more covering.'

   And then, 'Wasn't there a skirt with the boxing set.'

   'There was.' I confirmed.

   'Well it's not here now, she said.  That means all there is s the belt
and the gloves.

   'Okay,' I said.  'That is what you will have to wear then.' I looked in
the bag that Joanne had given me.  There was a leather strappy outfit and
the skirt that should have gone with the ladies boxing set.  I wasn't sure
whether Jo expected to be able to wear the skirt but I quickly threw them
behind me over a shop counter.  No way was she getting those.

   As Joanne came in and stood beside me I gave her a little grope as I had
Susan.  I love sharing my favours around and thought it only fair that that
Jo was also on heat.  She was wringing wet.  I could feel her secretions
running down her thighs.

   'Ohh...do it...harder...a little more, I am going to cum...' I stopped
of course to hear her groan.  'Bastard.'

   I gave her the leather outfit.  I could see her looking for the skirt.

   'Where is the skirt,' she said.

   'What skirt,' I said grinning.  She grinned back and disappeared.

   Susan meantime came out and slipped me a blindfold and the handcuff
collar that she had worn on the earlier occasion.

   'I had thought about wearing these again, but as she is messing with my
costume I am going to mess with hers.  What do I look like.  Pretty stupid
huh.'

   'No,' I said.  'Hot.  It was supposed to be a ladies boxing outfit with
a tiny skirt, gloves and one of those big boxing belts.  You do realise
with boxing gloves on it is going to be difficult to fend off the wandering
hands.'

   The belt was way too big to go around her hips or waist.  As wide as it
was, it was never going to cover anything except her belly button.  And it
was heavy.  She would have to hold it up with both hands.

   'Just go out and prance.  I will announce you.'

   'Gentlemen.  Susan in her last costume of the afternoon.  I would ask
you to avoid her swinging punches I do not want any of you hurt.  On the
other hand, with those big soft gloves on, plus the difficulty she is
experiencing holding up the belt, I would be surprised if she has the
strength to hurt anybody who manages to lay a hand on her.'

   She looked at me horrified and then grinned as she pranced down the
aisle, wildly swinging the odd punch towards the guys with the wandering
hands.

   Let me think, one girl wearing boxing gloves against forty wandering
hands.  Who was going to be the winner of this one?

   Luckily Joanne wouldn't come out until I called her.  She would not see
what was happening to Susan.

   I eventually heard a small scream and moved steadily along the catwalk
to rescue her.  I recognised the scream as the one she makes as she comes,
and as I reached her I heard the sound again.  She was leaning against this
guy, with her arms around his neck as he quickly jerked two fingers into
her vagina.

   'Finished?' I asked.  'Yes,' they both said neither being sure of whom I
had asked the question.

   I guided her back to the cubicle where she quickly recovered as she
anticipated Joanne coming out.

   I turned my back, not wanting to see a catfight.

   Susan let Joanne pass her, and, in a flash tied the collar around her
neck.  Before Jo had a chance to work out what was going on she had her
wrists in the handcuffs, her elbows sticking out beside her.  She laughed
evilly as she slipped the blindfold over her head.

   'Mess with my costume would you?  Let's see how you like the mask and
not being able to fend with your hands.  She's all yours guys.  Happy
Birthday Jo.'

   Ouch, I thought, that was an evil touch, encouraging the guys to give
her a birthday treat.  I thought I had better pay lip service at least to
keeping her safe.

   'Remember what I said guys.  This is her first time so let's have some
respect.  That did slow then down a little but she was soon being buffeted
and fingered on all sides.  I heard her come once, twice and then a third
time.  We knew she was cumming because she was telling us.

   'Oh god I am cumming.  Don't stop.'

   'Oh no, I am cumming again, and again and again.'

   In my defence I was not sure whether the word again meant that she was
cumming again or she wanted to come again.  So I left her for a while to
make sure.

   I eventually rescued her and pushed her back towards the cubicle to
change.

   Susan squeezed into the cubicle with her telling me that she would help
her recover and dress but they may be a while.  I called to the guys that
it was Game Over for today and set about collecting the stuff that I wanted
to buy.

   I ended up buying quite a bit of stuff and was delighted to get the
thirty percent discount as promised.  Joe was even happier to see the queue
of guys behind me waiting to buy things.  I realised that no-one was
leaving.  They were all waiting to see the girls one more time.  Eventually
the girls came out, all smiles and giggles, arm in arm.  They waltzed their
way through the shop, kissing cheeks and taking their own opportunity to
grope a few men.  This time, fully dressed they got the respect that I had
hoped.  It was interesting to see that not one man tried to grope them
back.

   We left, the three of us arm in arm.

   'Kings Arms,' I said, 'or home for a drink.'

   'Home,' they both said.

   We went home.  I placed the girls on the sofa, fully expecting them to
pass out with tiredness.  I was half expecting to have to call Pete to come
and get Jo.

   I got them some Bacardi and coke and a few nibbles which they devoured
in moments.  They declined more food but wanted their glasses topped up. 
They pulled me down between them and within seconds I was the one being
groped.  Susan was kissing me, her tongue deeply into my mouth.  It
certainly wasn't her opening my zip.  I was so delighted that Susan and I
had agreed on our little chat about sex with other people.  I knew it was
about to happen.

   'Shall we take this through to the bedroom,' said Susan.

   'Yes lets,' says Jo.  'I cannot wait to get my hands on him I am so
horny.'

   We were on the bed in a flash, my trousers and boxers quickly on the
floor.  My shirt was ripped off me and the next thing I felt was my arms
and legs being tied to the corners of the bed legs.

   My hard-on was immense and just beginning to hurt.  I had been hard for
most of the afternoon and the balls were definitely beginning to turn blue.
I could feel Jo's colder hand playing with my testicles.  I groaned.

   The girls stood over me and started undoing their skirts.  I realised
they were both fully dressed.

   'Don't you think he saw enough of us today?' said Jo.

   'Absolutely right,' said Susan with a giggle.  'Jo does this remind you
of anything.'

   She slipped the blindfold over my head.

   'Bitch,' Jo said.  'It certainly does.  Which reminds me.  Where was he
when all those guys were molesting us?'

   'That's right,' said Susan.  'When they were playing with our private
parts, like this.'

   I felt four hands playing with my cock and balls, two mouths pulling and
nibbling on my nipples.  I felt the hands lift away and Susan said, 'Jo
your breasts are so lovely and soft, can I just kiss them.'

   'Of course.  Come over here.'

   I felt the girls move over to the sofa in the lounge and for the next
twenty minutes I heard groans and the wonderful sounds of two girls making
love.  Without me.  I was rock-hard and in pain.  I tried calling to them,
to help me.  Release me.  Relieve me.'

   Everything went quiet, except for my beating heart.  I could practically
feel the blood rushing to my cock.  I tried groaning again and telling the
girls I was in pain.

   It felt like an hour before they came by.

   'See what it feels like smart-Alex.' They both laughed.

   'Where were you when we needed help.  Enjoying yourself that's what. 
Making us naked for your enjoyment and that of dozens of perverts.  Well we
don't need you any-more.  Not now we have found each other.' They giggled
again.

   'We have agreed that to pay you back we are going to leave you here
under the cameras watchful gaze for another two hours.  I am going to go
home and get fucked by my adorable husband,' said Joanne.

   Susan is going to keep you hard but not allow you to come.  Unless of
course you want to come with me Sue.  Pete can fuck us both.  We are both
dying for it and we can give him a little lesbian show first.'

   'I suppose I could,' I heard as the voices drifted away.

   I tried calling out.  'I'll fuck you, both of you.  If you want.  Or
not, whatever you like, just let me cum and untie me please.'

   'Susan, please don't leave me like this.  Susan.'

   I thought they must have gone because I hadn't heard anything for at
least half an hour.  I heard the door-bell ring, and wondered who it was.
Whether they would eventually go away.  I was feeling really sorry for
myself and my cock and balls still hurt.

   I was lying there feeling miserable and all of a sudden I heard,
'Surprise surprise,' by what sounded like a multitude of voices.  The
blindfold was whipped off to see Susan, Joanne, Sam and Bryony all standing
round the bed grinning.  They started to reach towards my cock.

   'Oh please, don't even touch it.  It is so sore.  They were laughing so
that tears were running from their eyes.  I gather that Susan and Joanne
had told the other two what we had been up to and they both delighted in
helping them get their own back on me.  They had also brought Pizza.

   They undid my straps and told me they were going to leave me alone to
relieve myself, under the cameras, and that I could come out and join them
when I had done it.  I knew it wasn't going to take long, but it was
painful.  Soon I had stripes of cum all over my chest, at which point the
girls threw open the door again to see me covered in cum.  They had been
standing outside the door listening.  My humiliation was complete.

   They had a Bacardi and coke ready for me and large, hot slices of my
favourite Pizza on a plate.  All was well with the world.  Almost.  I still
had a sore cock and balls, and I hadn't fucked anyone.  I just hoped Susan
wasn't still horny, as I am not sure that I could cum again.

   I asked after Pete to be told that he was out for the evening with old
friends.  It had been planned that way when he knew they were going
shopping.

   'So you could never have taken Susan round there to get fucked?' I
started asking.

   'Ohhh the green eyed monster, 'laughed Joanne, and I felt really silly.
She was right.  That was exactly what it was, and yet had I been worried
about Pete when I thought I was going to be able to get Joanne and Susan
into bed.  Susan had to explain further details to Sam and Bryony of what
had happened at that stage and how they had teased me.  'We didn't need to
anyway,' said Joanne.  'Not after Susan and I had got it off together
earlier.'

   'New respect girls,' said Bryony.  'It's fun isn't it.  Next time wait
for us as well.'

   I felt that Susan and Jo went a little quiet at that stage, perhaps they
had not wanted to admit their tryst.

   'Just one more thing,' said Jo.  'on a serious note.  I have had a
wonderful day.  Tonight may have been the icing on the cake, but we really
did feel that you shouldn't get too used to having everything go your own
way.  Alex.  But before that I thought it was fantastic.  Everything we did
and you did to me Alex was orgasmic and certainly memorable.  It was all my
fantasies rolled into one, including cumming three or four times at the
hands of a bunch of perverts.  I am only sorry that you, chief pervert,
wasn't there doing it to me.  I am not sure how much I am going to tell
Pete.  I am not quite sure he would be ready to hear all of it.  I will
tell him about the first shop and you coming into the changing rooms to see
what we were trying on and even being persuaded to come out into the store
in our underwear.  He will know that was likely to happen and hopefully he
will find it boring enough that he will not want to come with us next time.
I do love him dearly, but I am not sure he is quite ready for all of that.
Maybe after the party this weekend, if it goes the way it is likely to, and
he comes out of his shell a little then, well, we will see.'

   We all promised to keep her secrets.  I was delighted to hear her little
speech, that I hadn't put a foot wrong and that their revenge and my
humiliation was meant in jest as mere humiliation and not revenge.  I would
have to get my own back for two things now.  Firstly and mainly, for my
aching cock and balls and secondly for seducing my girl-friend.  We would
need to talk about that in the morning.

   I was notably quiet for the rest of the evening.  The girls left about
ten with promises to come round early to help with the food, leaving Susan
and I alone at last.  We got ready for bed and as she put her arm round me
for a cuddle I said.  'I am not sure how to tell you this.  You may still
be horny but I really do not want to get hard again.  It is still so sore
and my balls are aching.  So please don't ask.  I am sure I will be okay
tomorrow.'

   She was very solicitous and apologetic and just cuddled me gently until
we were asleep.  Ahhh, love is a wonderful thing.