Chapter Four -
Zoe Dares
I felt slightly awkward going back downstairs. How on earth was I supposed to explain that Julie was a doctor and that these things happen to her? It's just a hazard of having high-flying friends from school. He was clearly happy that I had stayed. He pulled back a chair at one of the tables and I sat down, taking the time to look at the decor of the table as he went to get drinks from the bar.
The table was set for three people, which struck me as odd. In the center of the table stood a Tiffany-style lamp, gently emitting a glowing light, beside which rested a 1930s-style telephone. The receiver hung down, and the number "7" was displayed in neon pink on its base. "Odd," I thought to myself. Minute by minute, I felt more and more like Alice in Wonderland, and I could barely stifle a laugh, resisting the urge to exclaim, "Curiouser and curiouser!"
Jean returned to the table with two flutes of champagne. After a quick toast to the rain and a sip of the delicious bubbles, I felt bold enough to ask, "So tell me, Jean, what actually happens here?"
He smiled, relaxing in his chair. "Well, Zoe, as you rightly guessed, this is an exclusive adult club. Most nights feature singers and burlesque performances, as I mentioned.
However, occasionally, we close the doors to the public and host an exclusive clientele who come to drink, watch dancers, and then perform themselves."
I ran a finger up my champagne flute. "A posh orgy, then?"
He laughed at my joke. "If you want to put it that way, you could. I prefer to describe it as a gathering of individuals who enjoy the delights of voyeurism, exhibitionism, and hedonism. It's about experiencing life unashamedly, savoring the pleasures we can share together."
"Quite a speech. I'll drink to that." I raised my glass, and we clinked.
"So tell me, Zoe," Jean asked, "what's the wildest thing you've ever done?"
"Oh dear. I haven't been wild since I got engaged. I had my moments at university, but what happens in halls stays in halls," I winked.
"Ah, so nothing too exciting then. An innocent!" he gently mocked.
"I am so NOT innocent!" I protested, laughing.
He continued to laugh. "I bet you are. I dare you to prove it." His eyes sparkled.
Now it was my turn to laugh. "How on earth would I do that?"
"The little dance I saw you doing earlier was tres sexy. Do it again."
The moment seemed to stretch for minutes, though it was likely only seconds. My heart pounded. "That's easy," I said boldly.
"Ah, but this time, without your dress." He set his champagne flute down as he spoke, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I drained my champagne and provocatively said, "Put the music on."
He nodded, almost as if saying "touché," and moved towards his office. The music began, and I was surprised when all the lights dimmed, leaving only the large stage lights illuminating the platform. The bass pumped and I slowly rose from my chair, walking towards the platform. I glanced towards Jean's office, unable to see him. I stepped onto the platform, then another, realizing I was trembling slightly. I began to slowly unbutton my dress, letting it fall to the floor.
As the music played, the rhythmic bass urging me to move, I ran my hands over my body, across my breasts, and down towards my lace panties. I continued to gaze towards where I assumed Jean would be, opening my legs and running a hand up my thighs, feeling the thin material against my skin. I had rarely felt this sexy and alive. I ran my hand up my body and licked my fingers, then traced them back down and inside my panties, touching my clitoris. I moaned as I did so, continuing to move. From the shadows, I saw Jean walking towards the platform, and I dropped to my knees, spreading my legs as I played with my pussy. He reached the edge of the podium, holding out his hand. He knelt and leaned forward, taking my finger in his mouth, hungrily licking the juices off it.
Chapter Five -
Getting a Load of His Mind
I removed my finger and giggled. "See, I'm not so innocent. I can't resist a dare." I looked up at him, my eyes sparkling, and ran my hand up his thigh. I could already feel the erection within his suit trousers. I felt him move towards me until his body pressed against the platform.
Playfully, I placed my mouth against his trousers and kissed the line of his erect cock. He was thick and large, I could feel it. Not massive, but very thick. I heard him moan at the pressure I was exerting, and his hands came down to my head, gently running his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him, seeing his eyes closed, and reached down to unbuckle his belt. Gently, teasingly, I unbuttoned the fly and, pulling down the top of his underwear, released his boxers, freeing his cock. The sound he made as it emerged was an incentive for me. I took hold of his thick cock and began to gently stroke it. He opened his eyes and simply said, "Not so innocent at all," as I pushed my hair back and took him into my mouth. I immediately tasted his pre-cum, enjoying the evidence of his excitement.
Slowly, very slowly, I took more of him into my mouth, working him, feeling him stiffen as the fingers in my hair tightened. I alternated between gentle strokes and more demanding movements, pushing myself to take more of him into my mouth. I felt him tense and allowed him to slip from my mouth. He held his cock and stroked it slowly. He looked down at me as if expecting me to move, but I didn't. I wanted to do something I hadn't allowed my boyfriend to do. For the first time, I thought of him, a pang of guilt quickly dismissed by my desire to play. I looked up at Jean and licked my lips. He understood and stroked himself harder. I closed my eyes, hearing him climax. I waited, then felt the warm sensation of his cum all over my face, far more than I had expected. I reached up to wipe my eyes and opened them, finding no sting, and looked up at him. I knew my face was covered in his cum, and he was smiling down at me. I opened my mouth and felt a trickle of sperm fall onto my lips. I flicked my tongue over it and made a show of swallowing it. He laughed. "A very talented girl."
I began to stand and asked, "Where did that towel go?" He helped me off the platform and over to the table. Picking up the towel I had used earlier to dry my hair, I now used it to wipe his cum from my face. I smiled as I laid the towel down. "Is there somewhere I could freshen up?" I asked shyly. He immediately reverted to his gentlemanly persona, crossing to pick up my dress.
“Of course, of course. The dressing rooms are over there. They have showers, and nobody else is using them today. No performers this evening." As I pulled my dress back on, I said, "So tonight is a special members' night?" He nodded.
"No wonder you were so excited." I teased as he walked me towards his office, then through and to a small dressing room with mirrors lining the walls. "I'll be next door when you're finished. If you need or want anything, just call for me." He closed the door.
I looked around. Costumes hung from hangers all around, an assortment of lingerie, feathers, and sequined outfits sparkling in the harsh light. I looked in the mirror at my smeared makeup and laughed, amazed at what I was doing, then quickly dismissed the thought. I had just had a wicked idea.
Chapter Six -
Outfits and New Friends
I reapplied my makeup, this time heavier and more "slutty" than I would have for something as innocuous as meeting Julie. I knew I had crossed a line the moment I had accepted the dare and stripped in front of this stranger. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I thought to myself that I owed myself some solo time, that this would be a secret memory. Why stop now? Why not do what I wanted for once?
I moved towards the costumes and began browsing. They were all clean and hanging, which I had been hoping for. I selected two in my size. The first was a Vegas showgirl-style outfit: a tight bodysuit with a G-string back. I held it up against myself and looked in the mirror. Possible, I thought. Then the second outfit. This one was clearly sluttier: an all-in-one, crotchless PVC with the top section cut away to expose my breasts and only mesh to cover my bottom. I was very tempted. I picked both outfits back and went to find Jean.
As I walked along the short corridor, I could hear Jean on the phone, speaking in French.
I waited at the door to his office, concealing the costumes behind my back. "Seeing as I've missed my dinner date with Julie, I wondered if I should stay for the evening?" I asked. Jean spun on his chair. He hastily finished the call and with a broad smile looked me up and down. “Zoe, this evening I have 20 very important guests. 15 men, 5 women. All expecting to play and have fun with two of my girls. Sophie and Kelly are booked. They will come, they will play, and I think the things that they will do and be asked to do are even beyond you, my bold Zoe."
“Call this Sophie and this Kelly. Cancel them. I want to do it. Whatever it is. One night. Everyone wants one night to live their naughtiest dreams – dare me and I will do what you say."
There was silence as Jean looked me up and down. His voice became steely. "Take all your clothes off. I want to see you. Here. Close."
I said nothing but stepped out of my dress. I shook a little as I took off my bra and then finally my French knickers. I stood in front of him, totally nude. I could feel his eyes roving over me. I still said nothing. "Turn," he said from his chair, and I slowly turned around until I came face to face with him again. "Show me your pussy," he demanded. I sat on the arms of the large armchair that sat in the corner of the office and deliberately, slowly, almost like demonstrating merchandise, I spread one leg over one arm of the chair and then the other over the other.
He walked up to the chair and roughly touched my pussy. I was very wet, and he slid a finger inside me. Then two. Then three. "Tight," he said to me with the same businesslike tone. "Get up on all fours, turn around," he instructed. I obeyed. I felt a slap on my bum. It made me wince, but I refused to make a sound. Another slap, and I bit my lip. Then another, and finally, I let out a small cry. His hands grabbed my buttocks, one in each hand, and spread them wide. The next thing I knew, a finger was roughly probing my asshole. It was probing, pushing. I was pushed forward but accepted it. It was degrading, but I loved it, and I felt so close to coming, but for some inner reason, I felt too proud to show my enjoyment.
"Sit," he said to me. As I sat on the chair, he returned to his office chair. "You are a very fuckable little Zoe," he said. "You need to understand that you must be okay with this, and if I say yes, there is no turning back. You will be submissive." I nodded at him. He looked at me for a moment then smiled, as if to say to himself, "I cannot believe I am doing this!"
He picked up his phone, and I heard him again speaking in French. He said the same phrase twice and then "Oui, oui ce soir Marcus." He put the phone down and without saying a word picked up the costumes. He gestured for me to stand and follow him. I did as instructed. He walked back to the dressing room, holding the door open for me to go in. He remained standing in the doorway, every inch "the boss" now.
"I may be crazy, Zoe, but you have intrigued me. I have asked a performer to be with you this evening; his name is Marcus, and he is on his way. Do what he says. For now, you must change into an outfit, the Showgirl outfit in the Dressing Room. This is how the guests will be introduced to you. Marcus will show you what to do. I have canceled Sophie and Kelly, and that has cost me, so I think you will understand that I now need you to hold up your part of the bargain."
I nodded. "I will. I want to."
"Shhh," he cut me off. "The guests arrive in two hours. Marcus will be with us in one hour. Until then, you will remain here. Shower. Change and make up. Makeup must be heavier, more mascara, and I will make sure you stay in this room." He held up a key. I was about to protest, but then he said, "If you need me, knock. I will hear you, but I just protect my investment, you understand." I nodded.
"Change, Zoe, and I will bring Marcus when he arrives."
With that, the door closed, and I sat still for what felt like an age. I stood up and looked at my naked body in the mirror and turned towards the shower.
Then I thought of home. I got my phone out of my bag. A weak signal. So I sent a text: "Having a lovely time, will stay at Julie's I think or be back really late. I hope you are okay. And have eaten. Z x" I sent the message and then, in an act of guilty worry, buried it in my bag. I turned and went to the shower. My stomach was now full of butterflies. I was feeling very out of my depth.
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