Black tutu, silk stockings, 6 inch heels and the skimpiest bra I could find. I couldn’t be arsed with knickers they would only get ripped off and lost forever. I didn’t want to loose any of my sexy clothes they weren’t designer but they were mine. Silk handbag with the essentials in it.
I created that dramatic face of red lipstick and smoky eyes in the mirror. Grabbed my bag and went.
As I walked out the house, across the street and tottered up the alley the rain started to flood the passage way.
It only took twenty minutes in the cab but I knew that by the end of the night this was going to be the longest time I had sat down between Molly and her partner James and not spoken a word. It was always awkward in a cab with those two. Molly would have to at any given moment stroke James leg getting higher and higher while he tried his hardest a) not to get a hard on but b) tell her to stop it. But like most men he would within minutes of her starting he would have a hard on and would be stifling the moans and pleasure.
I have on occasion stopped the driver and got out when they started this or find my phone text Pete. Tonight I texted Pete. It was wet and in these heels I didn’t stand a chance. The other disadvantage was that if I got out I wouldn’t be able to get the club where Pete was.
We pulled up outside Driftwood and there under the doorway stood two large bouncers and Pete. The benefits of Pete owning a club meant free access and all the alcohol I could ever dream of. It was bliss.
Pete was there in an instant under the black umbrella opening the door to the cab. I stepped out delicately, a hopeful attempt not to show James that I wasn’t wearing any panties.
Pete’s hand was quickly on the small of my back, guiding me past the queue of girls in short dresses and killer heels who all moaned that I was pushing the queue, till Pete turned and told the bouncers in a loud voice
‘If they moan about the boss and his bird then they can go somewhere else!’
That always did it.
Molly walked past us in quite a hurry followed by James holding a pair of knickers. Driftwood had the main bar area for the folk who wanted to dance and get sloshed but very few knew that if you had a members card you were able to go upstairs and play. I knew where Molly and James were heading. One of the playrooms upstairs.
I had got a job with Pete when he bought Driftwood. I was the designer. I knew exactly what shade of paint were on each wall, what style flooring, where the chrome tap fittings had come from. I also ordered all the kinkiness that was upstairs from the lube cupboard to the fluffy hand cuffs in the zebra themed playroom. I would come back to driftwood under bags and I would insist that I had to try them out on someone. Pete always offered. And I never turned him down. A couple of times we would have been having slow sex in one of the playrooms while the door was open. Workmen used to walk past the door. Deliberately. Just to see my arse waving up in the air as I sucked Pete off. There were a few times when we were caught out and a cheeky workman would spank my arse or finger me giving me the shock of my life.
But then sometimes I wouldn’t seduce Pete with my overflowing bags I would go straight to the leather couches in the sex lounge pull out toys from the bag, get undressed and play. Everyone would see me. And I didn’t care. Mostly they would join in. Thick cocks would appear from no where and be thrusted into my mouth and pussy. I would never allow my arse to be filled. That was reserved for Pete and Pete only. They soon learnt. After everyone had cum and I was in pure bliss I would text Pete.
‘Babes I’m back. Got somewhat distracted with toys and these lush workmen and they’re cocks. But I haven’t had my arse filled’
‘Rock hard. Coming to pound you!’
But I knew he had been watching because we always fucked in his office after this. He would write on the chalk board outside ‘In a meeting’ and bend me over his desk pulling me open and plunging into my tight arse. And there on the CCTV screen the camera would be point straight to were I had been.
It was obviously crammed downstairs. Pete took me to the office. We usually went there first. He would get a kick out of showing me how naughty people were being downstairs. There was a strict policy of you were caught by the staff having sex then you either bought a membership there and then or got out for good. Many left. A few rich bastards would pull out a credit card, be ushered up stairs only to realise that if they had done that at the door they wouldn’t have been caught short. I got a kick out of going down to them with very little on and telling them to get out. Pete would laugh when I came back up from the mosh pit as I called it, and spank my arse raw.
Tonight was different though.
The theme was totters and hottys. Pete had lined up a couple of extra dancers and staff. It was a money making way. Catch them at it and offer the membership at half price.
‘Pete darling, I’m going downstairs and get a hotty upstairs ok? Watch me!’
‘Your so cheeky how do I put up with you Lexi?’
‘My good looks and how I can pull them in only to drop em’
And off I trotted. I was gracing my presents with downstairs for more than five minutes and I was out to pull and drop. As I walked into the foyer our newest recruit was stamping hands. I dropped into the queue.
‘Alright Lexi what you doing down here’
‘But you’re the boss’s leggy bird’
‘Ah I know but I get bored plus I wanna dance and I can’t up there!’
And then I was off through the crowd and to the dance floor. Lights and sound blasting from all directions. I made sure I was insight of the camera especially for Pete and got my groove on. A few minutes past and a group of lads about 20ish worked in close. I knew that if I got in with them then I would get what I wanted. I moved closer. Suddenly Maroon 5- move like a jagger. My favorite song. Pete had bluntly requested it for me because ten seconds later there was a shout out from the decks.
‘This is a massive shout out from the boss, the girl with black tutu and the low cut top dancing. GET THOSE GUYS’
Deep embarrassment spread across my cheeks. But that did it. The boys surrounded me in seconds and were trying to show off they’re dancing. But soon I was getting down to business. The tallest, Ed, soon had his arms around my waist and mine were wrapped around his neck. He was a tad shorter than me, but I reasoned without my heels I was shorter.
After a couple of songs I needed a drink and decided that these heels were on the short side of killing me. Ed must have thought the same because he whispered in a slurred voice…
‘Look babes I need a drink what do you want?’
‘Its ok I’ll get it… I’ve got a tab running’ (its only a little lie)
‘Well if your sure I’ll have a fosters sweetie but I’m coming to!’
And soon we were dragging each other through the crowd.
‘Lydia! Lydia! OI!’
‘Sorry Lexi usual?’
‘Sort of foster and mine please’
‘Shhh I’m working the crowd and I’ve hooked one!’
I quickly handed Ed his drink had a couple of gulps.
‘Have you ever been upstairs its lush up there. My sister’s best mate designed’
‘Erm yeah once or twice why?’
‘Oh I have free membership because of Mol, my sister I mean, and I was wondering do you want to go up.’
‘Yeah why not’
SHIT! He wouldn’t pay of course he wouldn’t as I had got Molly 3 free memberships.
Her brother being Ed.