Chapter X. A Little Drink.
It was partly my fault. I was feeling quite proud of myself, and on the drive home the girls were egging me on.
“That was pretty cool, Alice,” said Ellie, “you know, showing off your leotard in front of all those people. Did you see the waitress’s face? I mean, she looked totally gobsmacked.”
“Yeah, but in a good way,” added Chris. “I reckon she fancied you. She certainly acted like it. Calling you “madam” all the time like that, and hovering round to bet a better look.”
“She did, didn’t she,” I replied thoughtfully. “I guess I must have looked quite hot. I like that leotard…I mean, it’s sort of cute, with that little skirt and all, but it’s sexy too. Don’t you think?”
“Very,” said Ellie, firmly.
“Maybe you should give us a little dance tonight,” said Chris. “Show Ellie some of those new ballet steps you’ve learned. How about it?”
“Ooh, yes please! Do…” begged Ellie.
“Nah… I’d be embarrassed…”
“Oh, come on, Alice. I was busy when Chris was showing you those moves. I only caught the tail end. But you looked so…professional. And sexy. It was quite turning me on…. Please?”
She was appealing to my vanity, I knew, and it was my vanity that responded.
“Oh, okay, if you put it like that. But later, you know. And only a couple of minutes.”
“Great! Yes, later Alice. After supper. When you’re feeling chilled…”
We weren’t feeling very hungry when we got home, so we postponed supper and opened a bottle of wine, and sat around chatting. After a few glasses I began to feel quite mellow. I had forgiven them the indignity of the previous evening. I’d even forgiven Robert. Poor guy. It wasn’t his fault he had those feelings. He was as exploited as me, really. When Ellie, who was sitting between us, got up to fetch another bottle of wine, and Robert shifted along slightly towards me, I didn’t even try to move away. In fact, I gave him a reassuring smile.
I think we were into the third bottle when Ellie suggested it would be a good time for me to perform my little exhibition. To tell the truth, and had been hoping someone would remember. The wine had had its effect. I had been thinking how true it was, the things the girls had been saying in the car. I was pretty cute. I remembered the way that waitress had been looking at me. It was pleasant, that feeling of being admired…no, more than that…of people almost devouring you with their eyes. The feeling that really beautiful women, really handsome men, must get every day. Quite unworthy, of course, but…well, it didn’t do any harm to indulge oneself occasionally. I was already feeling mildly aroused. Ellie must have noticed. I knew she found me sexy and attractive. Okay, I’d give her treat. Give all of them a treat. What was it about showing off in my new clothes? It felt so exciting, after all those years of concealment.
I feigned reluctance, of course, but eventually got to my feet. I stood in the middle of the room facing the others. Chris remained seated, but acted as ringmaster, giving me instructions, and correcting my mistakes. I posed, pirouetted, and practised my pliés and my croisés. That was about my limit, but I made the most of it. They were all gazing at me appreciatively. That made me more excited than ever. I pouted seductively. In my new-found self-confidence I had even refreshed my shiny scarlet lip-gloss when we got home. I had had quite a bit to drink, and was moving without constraint. I knew without looking that I was fully erect now. I could feel it quivering slightly under the taut spandex as I moved. It was lying vertically against my tummy, hot and aching. But it was a nice ache, and I didn’t care. I saw Chris and Ellie exchange delighted glances. I didn’t know what effect my cavorting was having on them, but Robert’s state was clear to see.
“She’s good, don’t you think, darling?” Ellie said to him. He could only gulp and mutter something inarticulate in reply. Ellie winked at Chris.
By now I had lost all my inhibitions. Any shyness I might have felt had quite evaporated. Chris obviously realised this.
“Show us some of the exercises I taught you,” she suggested.
Robert shifted uncomfortably. I thought it would be fun to see how far I could push him. I planted my feet slightly apart and began rotating my hips slowly, interspersing the routine with controlled pelvic thrusts. Robert groaned. Ellie put her arm round his shoulders, and reached for his fly. Kissing his ear, she simultaneously unzipped his jeans. His erection jumped out, and she closed her fingers around the shaft.
“Look what you've done to my husband, you little minx,” she said, smiling. “I think you can stop now.”
“Okay.” I was pretty tired by now, anyway. She was using him as a human hand-exerciser, making him gasp at every squeeze. She drew back the foreskin, releasing a flow on juice which trickled down the back of her hand. I sank to my knees, awaiting developments, but keeping my distance.
“Don’t be shy. Come and watch. Come on, come over here.”
“Er, maybe not, Ellie. Remember last night?”
“All right. She removed her hand. You’re in control, then. Okay?”
I wasn’t thinking clearly. I realise that now. I think I had some idea of making him come all over her, as retaliation for what she had done to me. So I shuffled over, till I was kneeling at Robert’s feet. That was when Chris intervened.
“Look at the state of him, Alice. I was right, wasn't I? You are a prick-tease.”
“No…”
“Of course you are. But you’re not getting away with it this time. You’re going to have to take the consequences. Go on – take it in your hand.”
“No! I’m not!” I grasped at straws. “In any case, Ellie wouldn’t like it, would you, Ellie?”
“I don’t mind. I’m not the jealous type.” She said, calmly. “Except when it comes to f***ing. Anything short of that, though, if it pleases my husband, is okay with me.”
I had a sudden instinct to flee. I think Chris must have sensed it. She leapt astride my calves and wrapped one strong arm around my waist, pinning with against the front of the sofa, between Robert’s open legs.
“Stop it, Chris…!”
She withdrew her arm, and gripped my thighs between her knees. She buried the fingers of her left hand in my hair, and wrapped her right around the shaft of Robert’s slippery, swollen manhood, causing him to emit a short cry of surprise.
“Remember the consequences of disobedience,” she hissed in my ear. And with that, she began to force my face towards Robert’s crotch. Robert moaned, and slid down in his seat, until he was a couple of inches from my nose.
“Come on, darling, open,” she wheedled. I tried to resist, but when Ellie rose from beside her husband and walked towards the kitchen, I got frightened, and thought better of it. In fact, she had just gone to bring another bottle of wine, but by the time I realised that, it was too late. I had allowed Chris to push my face downwards, and the firm, slimy head of Robert’s erection slipped easily between my glossy lips, effectively silencing any further protests. He groaned, and began squirming, making it slide back and forth in my mouth. I was aware Ellie had put down the bottle, and was resting her phone on one arm of the couch.
“There…good girl,” cooed Chris, releasing the shaft, but keeping hold of my hair. “Is that nice?”
“You okay, darling?” Ellie asked her husband.
“Oh…god…”
“I think he is,” murmured Chris.
I should have been disgusted. I should have been ashamed. But I had had too much to drink, and in any case I knew there was no escape - that I must resign myself to this ultimate act of obeisance. After a minute or so, Chris let go of my hair, climbed off me, and knelt beside me, with one hand on the back of my neck, just in case. As I got used to the feeling of having Robert in my mouth, my vanity came into play once again. I wanted to avoid a double humiliation – in the first place, that of being in this position at all - but also that of leaving Robert unsatisfied. I knew the women would mock me for that, and even punish me – maybe even circulate the video Ellie was making. I had to do a good job, however much I felt repelled by the act. So I reached up and held Robert’s hard prick like an ice-cream cone, and applied myself to its sensitive head, using the tip of my tongue as Elie had used her finger the evening before. I soon had him begging me not to stop, and gripping the edges of the cushions with both hands. I had no intention of stopping, but equally I knew I mustn’t make him come prematurely, so periodically I popped it out of my mouth and gave it a few soft kisses, or ran my tongue gently up its length. At these times he would relax a little, and once murmured my name and touched my arm in a gesture either of gratitude or friendship. The air was charged with sexual tension, and it felt as if Chris and Ellie were both holding their breath.
As I persevered with my task, I was disappointed to discover that my own erection had not wilted. Why was my body not behaving in sympathy with my mind? I felt annoyed with myself, but I had to concentrate on the job in hand. By now his juices were flowing steadily into my mouth, and sliding down my throat. I kept him on the edge for several long minutes, until I felt justified in bringing matters to a climax. Then I began to masturbate him with my mouth, holding his foreskin gently between my teeth while sliding my stretched lips back and forth, my head bobbing, all the while keeping the tip of my tongue pressed against the cleft on the underside of the glans. After a few seconds I felt him tense. He grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand, and let out a cry. An instant later his hot sperm was pumping into my mouth, faster than I could swallow. It burst out of my lips and streamed down my chin and down my neck. I thought I was going to choke. I pulled back instinctively, tearing my hair from Robert’s grasp. He came out of my mouth with an audible plop. I struggled to rise, but he was still coming, and before I could get out of the way I took one massive spurt on my cheek and another right on the front of my leotard. I toppled back onto my butt. Ellie whooped with delight. Oh, nice to know I didn’t disappoint you, I thought. I sat there trying to wipe the slime off my face.
If I had expected any congratulations for my performance I was disappointed. Ellie continued to film me, sitting on the floor looking dishevelled and indignant, while Chris attended to the gasping Robert.
“How was it Robert? Was it all right? Just sit there quietly – I’ll get you another glass of wine.”
“Don’t bother to offer me one, will you...darling? I said sarcastically.
“Wait your turn Alice. Robert’s the one who’s just had an orgasm.”
“He has? Oh, I didn’t realise.”
But they ignored me.
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