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A Moment of Madness
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, M+/f, Public, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral sex

I discovered a new group, a new kind of music for me, a fusion of folk music, Morris Men dance music, pop and rock, the group were just eleven members but over the course of a track you might hear thirty different instruments played, Irish bagpipes, violin, viola, cello, double bass. Penny whistle, flute, trumpet, tuba, trombone and the list goes on; in one track they even play a frying pan as a percussion instrument. I was very impressed by the energy and the sound the group made I was just surprised that they didn't make it onto the radio more often.

Well, the usual thing, home between jobs, bored, anything that could possibly relieve boredom cost money, money that I just didn't have. I went to my local library; I wasn't a member of the library because when I was working, the library was never open when I was at home. I walked in through the door and the librarian looked almost shocked to see someone using the building.

I had to join to use their computers but at least I got an hour free as a member of the library and a second hour free because I was unemployed, I could also print out ten pages free too because of my employment status. I used the computer to look through the on-line jobs in my area, that took just fifteen minutes, I typed out my CV and printed five copies of that as well as emailing it to myself so I could use it again later.

I still had thirty minutes of my allocation left so I started looking up my newly found group, I found that Bellowhead had quite a big following and that there were two chat forums on the group, I didn't have the kind of money spare to go to a concert so I thought the next best thing would be to chat to people who had been to one, or more than one as I found out in the chat room, almost none of them went to just one, some were true followers and went to five or six concerts a year.

In a moment of madness I agreed to go into a private chat with a man who said that he had been to twenty-five Bellowhead gigs. Johnny-five was his handle, as I did the usual pleasantries, you know, the how are you, marital status, kids, job etcetera I was wondering if the five part of Johnny's name was a reference to the film Running Man, or perhaps the robot that came alive, I was hoping that it wasn't his IQ or the number of women he'd killed.

We had a very pleasant chat, the time really slipped past fast, we had just got round to the fact that Johnny-five was going to see Bellowhead's next concert. I suddenly noticed a countdown timer telling me that I had just one minute left, so I sent a message telling him that my pc was about to time out so I'd have to go. I was moving the mouse pointer to the log off icon when another message popped on the screen, "Can I have your mobile number please?" the countdown timer said twenty seconds, I was kind of frozen for a second, well five seconds actually according to the timer, at fifteen seconds I had a moment of madness and typed my mobile number into the message pane and pressed send, the screen went blank so I never had any way of knowing if I had sent the message before the pc switched off or not.

I thanked the librarian for her help and collected my five CV's that I'd printed and left. On the walk home my phone burbled in my hand bag, I took it out, "Text Message from Johnny" was blinking on my screen, I stopped short of home and opened the text. I was a little surprised to see a photograph at the start of the message, the face looking back at me could easily have been my father, well, the same age as my father, Johnny had a full beard and moustache, jet black but with a hint of snow on his temples where my father was clean shaven.

"I had a great time chatting earlier, hope you don't mind the picture, hope I don't look too old for you! No pressure but I'd love to see a photograph of you too sometime, chat later love from Johnny!"

My mother spotted me out in the street and shouted for me to come in and help her with the cleaning. She was on my case from the moment I stepped through the front door.

"Where are you going with your life? You're only seventeen and how many jobs have you lost so far since leaving school?"

"Eight jobs and I'm almost eighteen, just three weeks to go!"

"Yes, not eighteen yet, when employers see your work record they won't risk giving you a job!"

"Yes. That's why I'm selective about what jobs I put on my CV, I only put three down, I just say I've worked at each one longer."

My mother kept me busy until nine o'clock when my dad got home from the pub. We all watched a little TV together and at ten o'clock I went to bed, if I had stopped up longer my mother would have criticised me for stopping up late at night while I didn't have a job. Once in my bedroom I remembered the text message from Johnny.

"Hi, nice photograph, very unexpected."

I sent the message and then settled down to a little reading when my phone burbled again before I'd finished reading a single page and that's how it went on all night long until about six o'clock when I sent my last message that my batteries were about to die and so was I!

I realised that even though I really wanted to know exactly how old Johnny was, I had studiously avoided asking him his age in case he asked me mine, I had also avoided sending him my photo because I knew that as soon as he saw my face, he'd realise how young I was and that would definitely be the last I'd hear from him.

I didn't get up until noon, not really a problem though as my mother would be working until around three o'clock but when I got into the kitchen I found a massive list of jobs she expected me to do. I did a mad dash around the living room; I moved everything on every shelf and surface just a fraction of an inch, moved the coffee table to one side and tugged the rug to one side.

In just fifteen minutes I had made the living room look like I'd spent all morning cleaning and polishing it, I sprayed a little furniture polish on the light bulb so the room smelled of polish too and I headed out for the library. I looked at jobs for fifteen minutes and then started to search through the pages about Bellowhead, I found a few articles by the music press, it seemed that the groups demographic was thirty-five to seventy years old so I guess that Johnny would expect me to be in the same age range.

My phone burbled to say I had an incoming text, I heard a tut from the librarian because my phone had disturbed the dust-mites, there was no one else in the library to disturb but me and her, I checked my message but before the screen lit up I got a, "Are you finished with that PC?" I ignored her and quickly read my text message.

"Had a difficult time getting to sleep last night, you were on my mind a lot. Did you sleep well?"

I looked at the librarian; she was watching me like a hawk so I felt that I'd better wait until after my time ran out to answer the text. I finished sending emails to the few companies that had jobs in the online job centre that I could apply for; I attached my CV to each email and asked if an application form could be posted out to me. That all done, I was about to turn the PC off but went into the Bellowhead chat room instead, Johnny was there ahead of me and popped an invitation over to me to join him in a private chat.

We did a few of the pleasantries and then he mentioned the text message he'd sent me.

"Yes I got it but I had just started my time on the computer in the library, I'm hunting for a job online, the librarian was sniffy enough just because I read your text, she'd have kicked me off the computer if I had replied."

"Oh good, I thought you might have been offended by my text."

"Why would I be offended by your text?"

"Well, I kind of hinted that I'd needed to take care of something before I could get to sleep."

Johnny ended that message with a blushing emoticon.

"Take care of something? I don't understand sorry!"

"You're not going to make me say it surely? Let's just say that I found myself overly excited after talking to you!"

"Why was that?"

"I've spoken to dozens and dozens of Bellowhead fans but none of them have been anything like you."

"In what way?"

"Well, for a start, you are the first one to ever give me her mobile phone number and usually women are very guarded about what they talk about, you can tell because of how long it takes some people to answer a question. You were answering honestly and instantly, that's very refreshing as well as exciting."

I know it was very much delayed but I suddenly realised what Johnny was saying about being overly excited and taking care of himself before he could get to sleep and I found myself blushing which caught the interest of the librarian and she moved out from behind her desk and came in my direction. I switched tabs back to the online job centre just as she got behind me and started tidying up books on a shelf.

I'd spotted a job earlier that I couldn't apply for as there was a legal 'over eighteen' age requirement, it was for bar workers in an unnamed bar in town, I felt her look over my shoulder and I said.

"They shouldn't be allowed to advertise jobs in Hooters, not in the job centre."

I closed the advert and returned to the main job centre page and began to scroll through them again. Her curiosity assuaged, the librarian returned to her post behind her desk and I swapped back to the chat room.

"Are you there?"

Johnny had sent me a few messages and of course I hadn't replied because I had swapped windows.

"I'm here, I blushed a little and the librarian came out to be nosy."

"Why did you blush?"

"I realised what you said, what you meant about taking care of yourself last night, well, this morning after we finished chatting."

"Did thinking about me masturbating make you blush?"

"Not half as much as your last message just did. Again!"

"Have you ever watched a man masturbating?"

"NO!!!!!"

"That's a real shame; I always like my girlfriends to watch me wanking off for them, most of them like me to watch them masturbating too."

"You should ask your husband to do it so you can see for yourself, it's brilliant and your husband will love showing off for you."

"I don't have a husband."

Oh dear, it crossed my mind that he may get suspicious about me and ask my age in his next message.

"What about your boyfriend then, wouldn't he like you to watch him masturbate."

"Don't have one of them at the moment either."

"Well, if you're not spoken for at the moment and you haven't got a job to worry about; perhaps you'd like to come with me to see Bellowhead in concert on Friday night."

"I can't afford it, no job at the moment so I'm totally skint, I can't even afford the bus into town to visit the job centre, that's why I have to use the library and the online job centre."

I had one eye on the countdown timer, only two minutes left before it would turn me off.

"Well, I have two tickets and no one to take, so why don't you come with me as my guest on Friday?"

Ninety seconds left.

"I couldn't do that, we don't really know each other and I'd feel like a freeloader."

Fifty seconds left.

"Tell me what village you're in and I'll drive over so we can meet, I'll just park outside the library, you know what I look like but I don't know what you look like, if you don't like what you see, just walk past and don't say anything."

Eight seconds left and I had another moment of madness, I quickly typed in the name of my village and pressed send an instant before the screen went off. I instantly felt sick and ran from the library all the way home, not that it was far. I sat on the toilet trying to make up my mind, was I going to be sick, was I going to stay in home, did I even want to see Johnny. The radio was on as usual in our house and as I sat on the toilet in an absolute quandary Bellowhead's latest record was playing.

I needed to add ten years to my face as fast as I possibly could, I ran for my bedroom and did a quick plastering job on my face, sprayed my hair and back-combed it and found one of my best, most expensive summer dresses, it was a little on the short side and I didn't have any shoes that really went with it so I just had to wear white trainers without socks.

I stood in front of the full length mirror, the face of a thirty year old woman stuck on the body and clothes of a thirteen year old girl, I looked totally ridiculous but the burble from my mobile phone was probably announcing that I've run out of time and Johnny was probably parked in front of the library.

I had to drag myself out of the front door, fighting a huge battle with my inner self, my hands were shaking and my mouth was dry and a voice in my head was telling me to go straight back home. I was just enough in control of myself to take a back double so that I was approaching the library from a footpath between two houses instead of walking along the road to it where Johnny could see me approach.

I stopped half way along the footpath, Johnny was standing at the side of a very shiny silver Audi A6 estate car, he was dressed very casually but far from cheaply, he was wearing a Zara Polo shirt with real gold thread embroidered 'Z' on the right breast and soft denim classic Levis 501's. If anything, he looked a little older than he had in his photograph.

I would have turned and made a run for it, he was going to piss himself laughing when he saw me but the way he was looking up the road and then down over and over again with a look of hope and expectation on his face made me overcome that sick feeling in my stomach and started my feet heading back in Johnny's direction again.

Johnny was changing his direction of gaze once again and as his head swung from down the road to up he spotted me on the footpath and stopped to look me over. I felt my face turning bright red; I was just sixteen feet away from him now, just the road and his car between us, he gave me a gentle smile.

"Victoria, is that you?"

I blushed an even deeper red and nodded my head, I froze on the other side of the road just nodding my head. I really did expect him to shout at me for wasting his time or just laugh, get back in his car and head for home but he surprised me by running around his car and across the road to kiss me in my cheek. It wasn't like I had a huge experience with boys kissing me and men even less but his beard and moustache really tickled my face, in a very pleasant way.

"Can I have a good look at you?"

I was a little shocked, what the hell did he mean by that ran through my head. Johnny stepped back and then reached out and took my hand encouraging me to turn in front of him.

"You're gorgeous, did you realise that your bra and knickers show through your dress?"

I looked down, I couldn't see it myself.

"Oh my God, you can't can you?"

Johnny grinned at me and nodded his head.

"Yes, you sure can but believe me; I applaud your choice of lingerie, it's very sexy."

My hands were now crossed in front of my pussy so that my upper arms covered most of my bra cups and my hands covered most of my knickers.

"I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you now and I wish I could take my comments back, you look totally edible my darling. Just relax; I'm sure that you've been on a public beach in a bikini before...."

Johnny looked all around; we were the only two in the street.

"....And I'm sure there were a lot more people around then than there are here at the moment."

I relaxed a little and Johnny held both of his hands out to me, encouraging me to put my hands in his and once I did he opened my arms even wider in an exaggerated 'exposing me' kind of way, he whispered.

"Delicious, I could just eat you all up! Is there anywhere round here for us to go and get a drink?"

I turned my wrist and checked my wrist watch, two forty-five in the afternoon.

"Our local pub is out of the question."

For two reasons, ran through my mind, the first was that they knew that I wasn't eighteen yet and the other was that the pub closed at two thirty on a weekday afternoon.

"Ahh! I understand, far too close to home, well, now that you've met me, would you trust me to give you a lift to Nottingham to a nice pub I know for a drink?"

I took a deep breath and nodded my head before I got the chance to back out of it. Johnny grinned at me and led me by the hand to the front passenger's door of his car, he opened the door for me, as I waited I looked in the back of the car, if someone had kids, there was no way of hiding that fact in the back seat of your car, kids mess a car up worse than dogs do. The rear seats were leather and totally spotless, the car could have come straight from a valet, the boot area behind the seats was also spotless and almost totally empty apart from what looked like a folded palliasse.

Johnny helped me into the front seat; I got the feeling that it was less to do with him being a gentleman and more to do with him getting a very close look at my legs in my very short dress as I slid awkwardly into the seat. We drove out of my village and Johnny was soon breaking the speed limit heading for Nottingham, usually thirty minutes on the express bus from my village but a little under fifteen minutes in Johnny's huge car.

We drove more carefully down London Road because of the speed cameras and Johnny turned right into the old cattle market and into the public car park, we walked across the London Road and into Queen's Road, as we neared Hickling Building the name reverberated in my head, I had seen it recently, very recently and as soon as I saw the sign above the door I blushed all over again. Of course I knew that address, I had used it in the library to explain my blushing face to the librarian, Johnny had brought me to 'Hooters' for a drink.

The bouncer was a huge black man, six feet five inches tall and at least eighteen stone, an imposing mountain of a man, he looked me over with suspicion, there was no way that I passed as twenty-one years of age, the stated age restriction on the sign just inside the door but he just shook Johnny's hand and opened the inner door for us to pass through. I dug my heels in at the threshold.

"I can't go in there, I'm not twenty-one for a start off and secondly, it's a sleazy strip club."

"Your age isn't important, they only worry about young men coming in and at this time of the day, this is the best place to bring a woman for a drink and a bite to eat! The biggest advantage of a place like this is that the men who come in here are looking at the topless barmaids rather than the women customers."

Johnny took me to the dining area; we had to pass through the main bar, twelve men all looking like they were watching a slow-motion tennis match, twenty-four eyes following every movement of the three waitresses as they moved around the bar. We sat in the dining room at the back of the bar, four other couples were eating, the women all looked like banker types in high-powered suits but the four men, well, they looked like they could be off a building site somewhere.

One of the waitresses came over to take our order, that was the first time anyone even looked in our direction. I ordered a Bacardi and coke and Johnny ordered a beer, we both ordered a simple burger and chips. I realised that even with the topless waitress standing right next to me, none of the twelve men looked in my direction, their eyes were firmly fixed on our busty serving wench.

"Do you think you could do something like that?"

"What, wait on table?"

Johnny laughed; a big belly laugh and he had a huge grin on his face.

"It would turn me on massively if they were all looking at you like that, knowing that I'd be the one to drive you home after."

I blushed once again and drank my Bacardi a little too fast.

"So, would you like to be the centre of attention like the staff here?"

"I don't think so!"

"Is it a moral thing, a religious thing or a shyness thing?"

"I'm just a little shy I guess."

"You've worn a bikini on a beach full of men before haven't you?"

I nodded my head.

"And I'll bet that you've slipped the straps down to get rid of the tan lines as much as possible, maybe even laid face down with your bikini top open?"

I nodded my head again, he was right, I'd come very close to being topless on a foreign beach and apart from being very careful not to show too much, I had basically been topless in public before.

"And I'll bet you there were a whole lot more than twelve men looking at such a gorgeous woman as you showing her body off. While I get you another drink, why don't you go to the bathroom and take your bra off and give it to me when you come back."

Johnny didn't give me a chance to say no, he wandered off to the bar to get me another drink. I've been blaming a lot recently on things happening in a moment of madness but, once again, in a moment of madness, I took a stroll to the ladies bathroom to slip out of my bra.

When I walked back through the main bar I was aware that my top half was swaying far more than it had on the way to the bathroom. I also noticed that three of the twelve men watched me as I walked past swinging like a pendulum.

I sat at the table and Johnny held his hand out for me to hand over his prize.

"Wow, I didn't think you'd go through with it, well done, and by the way, I was wrong about your lingerie, it isn't sexy. It's out of this fucking world!"

Johnny was holding my bra up and inspecting it closely.

"Still warm too! Why don't you undo the top two buttons of your dress, let me see a little cleavage."

Yet another moment of madness, I flipped two buttons out of their buttonholes just as the topless waitress brought our burgers and chips to our table; she noticed the differences in the way I was dressed from when she brought us our drinks and gave me a smile.

"Would you like to see our range of souvenirs, you might like to buy something to remind you of your visit."

"Don't bother bringing it over, Vicky will go to the bar and pick it up in a minute."

"You'd look great in one of our skimpy 'Hooters' tops Vicky!"

The waitress winked at me and walked away from our table.

"Would you think I was going way too far if I said I'd love to see you in a 'Hooters' top and hot pants like the waitresses are wearing?"

I took a bite from my burger and ate a chip, swallowed that mouthful and then a big gulp from my white rum and coke.

"Yes, probably!"

"Well, why don't you try giving me your panties? See if that makes you feel a little more liberated!"

I thought about it for a moment, took another bite of burger and a few chips followed by another swallow from my drink, then I stood up and went to go towards the bathroom again.

"Stop, no one is looking, you can shimmy out of your panties right there."

I looked all around the bar twice, the barmaids were walking up and down collecting glasses and they were the centre of attention, two of the couples had left and the other two were deep in conversation. I pinched the waistband of my knickers through my dress and wriggled them down; I stopped them just before they popped into view from under my dress, looked all around again and closed my legs, allowing my knickers to fall to the floor.

I crouched down to pick up my knickers from the floor, the lady-like way I'd been taught but with a dress that was so short and the position that Johnny was sitting in, I knew from the smile on his face, he had seen my beaver pelt, just a flash but enough to increase the width of his grin.

Johnny snapped his fingers and held put his hand for my panties. I dropped them into his hand with a shiver, I had never been so turned on in my life before and the only real physical contact that Johnny had with me so far was a little hand holding and one kiss on my cheek. So why was I shivering with excitement, almost on the edge of an orgasm just from taking my underwear off in the topless bar, it wasn't as if anyone could see anything that I was doing, well, apart from Johnny that was.

Johnny pushed his chair back a little and leaned back in his seat slightly.

"Are you as turned on right now as I am?"

I looked in Johnny's lap; his Levis were standing up like someone had stuck a tent-pole in his trousers. I blushed once again and nodded my head.

"Pull your seat out and away from the table a little."

I did as Johnny had told me to and sat in my seat, no longer with my knees under the table and my seat was now slightly in the aisle between the rows of tables, more exposed as it were to the men at the bar if they chose to look in my direction.

"Slip your hand under your dress and masturbate yourself for me a little bit."

Another shiver ran through my body, I was so close to an orgasm just sitting there wearing nothing but a short, thin, skimpy summer dress and trainers without socks. I looked all around again, Johnny and I were on our own in the restaurant area and there were just ten men in the bar now.

I'm afraid to say I'll have to blame that moment of madness again, I lifted the hem of my dress at the side of my thigh and slipped my hand down between my legs under the cover of my dress. I had to slide my bottom right to the edge of my seat to get good access to my pussy. Johnny started to give me directions, things like.

"Rub your labia......massage your clitoris.....push your middle finger as far up inside as you can.....push two fingers up.....palpate your breast."

As I was rubbing my left breast through my dress Johnny told me to undo another button and put my hand inside my top to massage my titties. In the end I had to undo two more buttons to get my hand inside the top of my dress comfortably. I was massaging between my legs with just enough force to take me into the foothills of my petite orgasm but not high enough to make me verbalise my orgasm to any great extent, I still didn't want to draw the attention of the ten other men to me and away from the waitresses.

"Show me!"

I gasped; I had just rubbed a little too hard and spiked my climax up two notches. I wanted to ask show you what? But I didn't need too.

"Show me your tits!"

I looked all around again, nine men left at the bar; the room was starting to look very empty. I pulled the front of my dress open and hooked both sides under my breasts, the only problem was though, as I exposed my breasts to Johnny it pulled the bottom of my dress up a little too and exposed my hand rubbing feverously between my legs.

"You're fucking brilliant Victoria, perfect tits and a lovely little snatch."

I heard the sounds of pots being cleared off of one of the tables behind me so I sat up and covered my body again. I finished my burger and chips and the waitress came up and asked us if we'd like deserts or more drinks. Johnny ordered me a quadruple chock sundae.

"I think you could do with the sugar after being so brilliant for me so far. Can I ask you to go a little further for me please?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Come on, don't go shy on me again, you have enjoyed yourself so far haven't you?"

I had to think about it long and hard, girls aren't brought up to admit that they like sex, not to boys and especially not to men who looked like they were older than your father but in the end, I nodded my head and whispered.

"Yes! Yes I have so far!"

"Good, unfasten two more buttons for me."

I looked down the front of my dress, the four buttons already opened took the gap to just below my breasts, if I opened another two buttons the gap would reach almost to my navel. I was starting to get cold feet, seriously cold feet.

"Come on, don't go shy now, you've admitted that you're enjoying it so far, just go a little further for me please."

My fingers were playing with the next button but I wasn't sure that I really could go that extra step.

"Come on, just a little more, I bet you've already gone further than you ever dreamed of going before and I'll bet you've enjoyed it more than you thought possible too."

Johnny was right, I had always considered myself as being one of those girls that would never do anything wrong in her life. I wasn't in any way a risk taker usually, not in life or in sex but my fingers rolled the fifth button out of its hole and moved down to the sixth button, dwelled for a moment and then rolled that button out of its hole too.

"Good girl, now, stand up."

I stood facing him.

"Turn around for me!"

I did a slow turn, three hundred and sixty degrees, at the one hundred and eighty degree point I was facing the bar, two of the eight men standing at the bar now were looking in my direction. When I was looking back in Johnny's direction he applauded me.

"Good girl, you look absolutely fabulous and you seem to have two more fans now as well, why don't you go to the bar and ask for the souvenir list, see if I can buy you something sexy. Walk slowly and sexily, imagine you're that Kristen McMenamy bird earning ten grand a day for walking around with her thrupennies showing through her clothes.

I walked slowly through the room to the bar; the two men who had just watched me turn round for Johnny watched my every step, just like they had been watching the topless waitresses all afternoon, one of the two nudged the man standing next to him and he reluctantly tore himself away from the waitress behind the bar but when he saw me he did smile broadly at me.

I saw the flier that advertised the souvenirs but I had to lean over the bar to pick one up, I got a wolf-whistle and a low murmur of.

"Get your tits out for the lads love!"

Now all eight men in the bar area were looking at me and the three waitresses as well, I screwed my body around a little and looked back at Johnny, he was looking very impressed, smiling at me and nodding his head. I spent longer bent over the bar than was necessary just because all the men in the bar were enjoying looking at me, my tits weren't exactly exposed but there was very little left to the imagination because of the way the front of my dress was gaping open.

Johnny stood up and followed me down to the bar where I was now standing upright pretending to look at the flier advertising the 'Hooters' souvenirs while being the centre of attention of all eight customers standing in the bar. I was once again shivering with sexual excitement just from eight men looking at me and hoping to see a little more of my breasts falling out of the front of my dress.

As Johnny was walking slowly towards me I even found myself squeezing the tops of my thighs together and relaxing the muscles rhythmically bringing myself very close to an orgasm before Johnny got to my side and took the flier off of me.

"Would you like me to buy you the shorts and the top?"

I was shaking so much, so much on the raggedy edge, that I couldn't speak; all I could do was nod my head.

Johnny left me standing at the bar, the centre of attention of eight men, all staring intently at my tits, or what was exposed of my tits, as my dress was open clear down to my navel and the gap over my breasts was at least four inches wide as I stood there shivering on the edge of an orgasm.

Johnny was chatting to the bouncer out in the entrance porch, I watched him shake the man's hand and then he returned, the doorman moved from standing in the foyer stopping undesirables getting in to standing inside the bar with his back against the door. Johnny came and stood behind me; he wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered on my ear.

"Dwain said he's not expecting any more customers until four o'clock and the manager's out at the moment, we can play a little but no one can touch, all we can do is watch. Do you want to play dress-up, or rather, to play undress-up?"

I jumped a little closer to my orgasm and the shiver emanating from between my legs increased massively just from Johnny's words whispered in my ear. One of the waitresses dropped two cellophane packages on the bar at my side, the first was one of the 'Hooters' white tops, their 'One size fits nobody' tops, made out of that kind of stretch tube knit that if it stretched wider it shrank shorter but never seemed to know when to stop. The other package was a pair of hot-pants; they looked exactly like the waitresses hot-pans, very skimpy, one inch long legs doubled over to look like turn-ups but where the real deal were made of gold coloured silk and were tailored to fit each woman with a side zip and sturdy button fastener at the waist while the ones they sold to customers were gold Lycra with a drawstring that tied at the waistband.

"Unwrap the shorts and show them to the guys."

I tore the bag open and held the tiny short-shorts out in front of me, one of the guys reached out and touched the soft stretchy material of the shorts.

"Well guys, if we want Victoria to try the shorts on and model them for us, we should try and encourage her a little!"

The eight men went wild, the noise level was greater than if the bar had been totally full, the men were wolf-whistling, clapping, shouting and stamping their feet. Johnny kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear.

"Well, you don't want to let them down do you?"

I started to turn towards the toilet but Johnny held me in place.

"You can put them on under your dress and no one will see anything if you're careful!"

I bent over and stepped into the shorts, I didn't think it would be possible but the noise went even higher as my tits popped into view as I bent over. I shimmied the shorts up under my dress and stood upright again.

Johnny began to pull my dress up; he gathered the material under my breasts and stopped.

"If you want me to take your dress off you'll have to raise your arms, you could just go to the bathroom and put your new top on and come back out here but I'd love it if you let me take your dress off so you can show the guys how the shorts should be worn."

I looked into the eyes of all eight men watching Johnny and I standing there, the shorts and my belly were totally exposed as were the bottoms of my breasts, just the point where they start to swell away from my chest. Eight men, sixteen eyes begging me to lift my arms. My hands began to feel lighter and started to lift from my sides.

"Good girl, they'll love you forever after this."

Johnny kissed my cheek again as my arms reached the level of my shoulders, it must have taken five full minutes as my arms were moving so slowly but as soon as my hands were higher than my shoulders Johnny followed my arms up with my dress, pushing the opening over my head, the room disappeared momentarily and the noise spiked at one hundred and fifty decibels when my tits popped into full view.

"Why don't you walk over to our table and back, put on a little show for the guys?"

I started my little walk but was stopped by one of the waitresses.

"We are taught to walk like this; it's a lot more fun."

She walked like a real cat-walk model, her trailing foot was lifted, swung past the leading foot and before she planted it on the floor she crossed her foot in front of the now trailing foot.

"Try it that way, you'll love it, I guarantee it!"

I copied the way the waitress had shown me and before I reached the table I was climaxing from the friction generated as my upper thighs rubbed together. My ice-cream Sunday was slowly melting on the table and our glasses were both empty so I picked up both glasses in one hand, then I jabbed my spoon into the ice-cream in my tall dish and picked that up too. As I started to walk back towards the bar, the spoon overbalanced and catapulted a spoonful of chocolate sauce, ice-cream and whipped cream onto my neck and décolletage area.

I stopped walking and looked for a serviette, Johnny called my name and beckoned me to carry on walking, I set off again and Johnny indicated that I should slow down, I was walking too fast. By the time I reached the bar and put my cargo down, the mess on my upper chest and neck had dribbled down and was now just about to drip off my left nipple.

"Victoria, lick the Sunday off of your nipple for us!"

I lifted the weight of my left breast with my hands and brought my breast up as high as I could, I had to strain my neck forwards a lot to be able to lick the chocolate sauce and cream from as much of my breast as I could reach. One hundred and fifty two decibels of appreciation from my little audience and another shiver of excitement running through my body.

I was given a serviette and a wet-wipe; I rubbed lightly over the sticky gloop streaming from my neck to my nipple with the serviette and then used the wet-wipe to clean myself up properly. Johnny and the eight men were having a private conversation while I was cleaning up, then Johnny spoke with one of the waitresses, all I heard was.

"Yes, okay, she can do that but the manager will be back here in thirty minutes, you have just twenty minutes before she has to be wearing her top or her dress. Johnny came over to me and kissed me on my lips, then he put his hands on my cheeks and held my attention on his eyes instead of the other eight men in the bar.

"I'd like you to play waitress, go and take the men's orders, the barmaid will make their drinks, tell you the price and you take the drinks to the men and collect their money."

I played at being a waitress for the eight men, it was a lot of fun too, it's really hard to explain just how much of a turn on it was going up really close to eight strangers, bending down in front of them with your bare tits right up close to their faces. A few times I got so close that I could feel their hot breaths on my bare breasts and when I did, I noticed that Dwain moved away from the door as if he was about to move in to stop something.

When I had given the last man his change Johnny was waiting for me with the new 'Hooters' souvenir top already out of its bag for me to pull on over my head. Johnny held his phone out in front of me to see the screen; he had taken dozens of pictures of me walking around the bar topless wearing just very short-shorts. I did look very silly wearing just gold Lycra shorts and white trainers but seeing myself on the screen did kick start my juices running all over again.

I spotted a well-dressed man walk in, Dwain had resumed his place in the outer vestibule once I had put the 'Hooters' top on and he was now holding the door open for the well-dressed man to come through. He scanned the bar, eight men all sitting at tables, drinking beer, three waitresses all standing washing or drying glasses behind the bar and Johnny and me standing at the side of the bar.

"Kim, Debby, you take your breaks while it's quiet."

The manager came over to Johnny and I, he looked me over and said "Hi" to Johnny, then he looked me up and down like a butcher inspecting a side of beef.

"You interested in a job here?"

I couldn't believe my ears; no one had ever just walked up to me before and offered me a job, just like that. I found my hand being pulled towards the main door and Dwain was already opening the door for us, I was taken across the other side of the vestibule, Johnny just a few paces behind me.

Dwain, Johnny, the manager and me all went through into the manager's office.

"Take your top off darling!"

The manager had said it as casually as if he'd asked me if I wanted a cup of tea, Johnny was encouraging me to comply, 'What the hell, it wasn't as if no one had seem my tits already today.' So I divested myself of my vest top. Nothing was said; the manager looked my breasts over closely, very closely.

"Dwain, what do you think of her tits?"

Dwaine moved in on me, he started to handle my breasts, palpating them and massaging them roughly.

"I think the Saturday night crowd will love her."

"She'll need shorts, get your tape Dwaine."

Dwaine searched one of the office drawers to find a tape measure.

"You'll need to take the shorts off darling so Dwaine can measure you up for your uniform."

I looked at Johnny; he smiled at me and nodded his head. I dropped my Lycra shorts and stood totally naked in front of three men. Dwaine measured me in seven places, just for a pair of shorts including making me spread my legs so he could measure the tops of both thighs and give my cunt a little feel as he did.

"It'll take at least a week to get your shorts made darling so, fill in this form and we'll let you know when to start, you'll need to bring in proof that you're over eighteen when you come back to try on your uniform."

I looked nervously at Johnny; he just smiled at me calmly and nodded his head.

Johnny was given a 'Hooters' carrier bag to put my dress, bra and knickers in and we left the pub, I have to say that I felt a little disappointed that I'd had about a dozen tiny climaxes while I was showing myself off to the strangers and Johnny in the public bar but I'd not actually given myself or been given a mind blowing orgasm and as we walked down Queen's Road I was on the edge of yet another orgasm as everyone seemed to be looking at me in my skimpy 'Hooters' outfit.

When we got back to Johnny's car he asked me if I had to go straight home.

"No, my mum will be really pissed off with me because I wasn't home when she got in from work, as she's already mad at me I may as well make it worth her while."

Secretly I was really, really hoping that Johnny would suggest going to his place so he could fix that nasty itch between my legs in his bed.

"Have you had enough of showing yourself off yet or would you like more?"

I wanted to scream out loud, stop pissing about and take me someplace and fuck the arse off of me! But I didn't, not the kind of thing a girl should say, not a nice girl like me (cough).

I just smiled at Johnny and he leaned over and kissed me on the lips, slipped a little tongue in my mouth as well. He drove us out to Colwick Park, I thought he was taking us to the horse racing track but he dodged to the right of the entrance and we drove past the western end of the race track, then at the side of the river we turned left and drove along the side of the southern straight and just before the eastern end of the race track we turned right into a car park.

There were lots of cars already in the car park; half of them had men sitting in them just looking at any new arrivals, there was a car about a hundred yards in front of us, the man driving was on his own and he drove once around the car park and was heading back out again when he spotted Johnny and me in the Audi just pulling in the gate. I watched as he quickly stopped and reversed back into the car park.

Johnny drove to the furthest point away from the entrance and parked his car. He told me to wait for him while he went and had a word with some of the 'lads', he had a long conversation and then shook hands with all of the other men, as he walked back towards the car I watched the men he had just been talking too pick up a long log that had been placed on top of four large oil drums, then they rolled the oil drums to one side and stood waiting for Johnny to drive up to them.

I thought that Johnny was going to crash into the tree but as he reached the branches the men lifted them out of the way, revealing a track-way, wide enough for Johnny's car going about forty feet into the woods. When Johnny pulled up I noticed in the gloom that there were like a thousand discarded tissues and around a hundred rubbers littering a hundred foot circle all around our parked car.

It got even darker when the men let the branches fall, all I could see of the outside world were the barrels being rolled back into place covering the track behind us.

"Don't worry, we're going into the back to play but all the doors will be locked and the windows wound almost all the way up, you'll be in total control, I'll ask for more, naturally but as soon as you feel uncomfortable, just say stop and that will be the end of fun and games for today."

I watched as the shadowy figures of men shuffled into a circle around the estate car, John got out of the car walked around to my side of the car, I thought he was going to drag me out and feed me to the men standing around the car. He opened the rear door behind me and reached down the back of the rear seat cushion, he pulled a tab and the seat rolled over and bumped into the back of my seat. The underside of the rear seat was covered in a metal plate that had carpet glued to it. Johnny then pressed a button on the backrest of the rear seat and that folded down to fill in the gap between the rear compartment and the upside-down seat cushion, that too was covered with a metal sheet that was also carpeted to match the rest of the rear compartment of the car.

Johnny unfolded the palliasse and that too reached the back of my seat turning the whole of the back of the car into one large double bed. Johnny opened my door and shielded me from the men standing all around us; he helped me into the back of the car and told me to crawl to the back of the car.

I noticed that some of the men in the circle around the car were starting to strip off totally and some were just opening their trousers and taking their cocks out. Johnny joined me in the back of the car, he was sitting with his back to the front seats and I was sitting with my back to the tailgate. Johnny locked all the doors and opened all of the windows by just an inch.

"Are you happy Vicky?"

I nodded my head; I remembered all of the used condoms that had been scattered all around the parking place. I was hoping that Johnny would have a condom in the car and would use it when he fucked me.

"Right, I'm going to turn all the lights on in the car, mainly so I get a better look at you and the lads will see us better but most importantly, with the lights on in here, you won't see the guys outside."

I couldn't believe that one little bit but Johnny turned the front courtesy lights on and the men standing around outside the car dimmed, then he turned on the rear courtesy lights and the men outside disappeared totally.

"Reach above your head and turn on the tailgate light darling."

The tailgate light was the brightest of the five lights; the inside of the car was now better lit than the whole of my house.

"Will you undress for us Victoria?"

I didn't hesitate, two seconds to pull my top off, I could hear the men outside the car mumbling their approval at the size and shape of my breasts and as I heard them my nipples started to grow, causing even more mumblings from the external audience.

Johnny undressed completely; I had seen his erection pushing at his trousers a few times but having said that, I gasped when I saw the size of his cock as it snaked into the back of the car. Johnny was at least ten inches long and fatter than my wrist. He peeled back his foreskin and inspected the angry looking purple cockhead for lint and fluff before he started stroking his hand up and down its length slowly.

"Take your shorts off darling; let me see your cunt."

It took a while to wriggle out of my shorts, mainly because they were so tight and clingy but also because the back of the car was so small and I wasn't as practiced as Johnny was at undressing in the back of his car.

Johnny started giving me directions, telling me how to touch myself and where to touch, the voices outside the car were also offering their views on where and how I should touch. Eventually I was sitting, leaning back against the cold tailgate, my feet so wide apart that they were touching both sides of the car, one hand pulling the hood covering my clitoris up and out of the way while the middle finger of my other hand rubbed furiously over my clitoris.

I had spent four hours in a state of almost perpetual petite orgasm but unable to really let myself go. With Johnny's and the other men's encouragement I really let myself go and began to bay at the moon. I was driving myself so hard that the car was rocking wildly on its sports suspension.

"Do you like to suck a man's cock?"

I was gasping for breath and mumbling obscenities, I just nodded my head.

"Come here and suck mine."

I stopped rubbing my clit and walked on my hands and knees until my head was level with Johnny's cock, he slid over towards the near-side of the car and positioned me so that my bottom was right close to the window in the rear door on the off-side side of the car. It was a stretch to open my mouth wide enough to take Johnny's cock in it but I fell on it like a starving woman falling on a salami.

As soon as I was well into my stride, sucking with all my might, moving my head up and down as well as rubbing my hand up and down his cock as well, Johnny said.

"You're making me feel great but you're seriously going off the boil, can I wind down the window so one of the guys outside can help you to cum?"

I thought about it long and hard before I nodded my head and Johnny pressed a button mounted in the back of the centre console between the two front seats and the window went down making a squeaking sound as my bottom was pressed hard against it.

Several hands appeared through the window, rubbing every inch of my lower body, fingers jamming into my cunt and other fingers rubbing my clitoris. Someone was knocking on the driver's doors window, Johnny looked over his shoulder and then there was an electro-mechanical clunk and Johnny's driver's door opened and a man slipped into the driver's seat and began to fondle my breasts.

Suddenly the hands around my bottom disappeared and I felt a cock pressing against my bottom. I was trying to look round but Johnny stopped me looking back.

"It's okay, he's wearing a condom and he's smaller than me so he'll get you ready nicely for me to fuck you next."

I went back to sucking greedily at Johnny's cock as the man leaning against the open window fumbled to line his latex covered cock up with my cunt and pressed it all the way home. The guy now sitting in the driver's seat was pinching my nipples roughly and squeezing my tits really hard. As I began to build up into a very powerful climax the guy in the front seat reached down my body and found my clitoris to help his friend bring me to an even more powerful orgasm.

I heard the grunting as the man fucking me filled his condom and pulled out of me, Johnny pushed my head away from his cock.

"Bloody hell girl, that was close, I'd better get it in you before you waste all my spunk."

Johnny pushed me onto my back on the straw mattress and climbed between my legs, pressing his huge cockhead against my dripping wet pussy. I gasped at the feeling of Johnny's huge cock, red hot and angry looking as he tried to force it into my cunt.

"Erm! Aren't you going to wear a condom?"

"No point, I'm so big that condoms don't last two minutes on my cock, may as well just accept the risk and manage the outcome if the worst happens!"

Johnny pushed hard again but instead of sliding into me he pushed me along the mattress, the two rear doors opened as well as the tailgate, hands came in from the darkness and began to explore my body, one man in either side of me put their hands between us and pulled at my labia as a man leaning in the tailgate stopped Johnny pushing me backwards.

As Johnny finally got his cock into me I actually screamed out loud and began swearing at Johnny as he ploughed his cock into me. I was fighting away, I didn't really want him to stop but I was fighting to try and stop him hurting me anymore. Five men were touching me, kissing me, biting me and suddenly a cock was introduced into my mouth for me to suck on while Johnny was reaching his end game.

As soon as Johnny finished pumping a gallon of baby juice into my womb he said.

"Do you want anyone else to fuck you?"

I shook my head.

"You want me to take you home?

My voice came out weak and shaky but it came out as a "No!"

"You want to come to my place, spend the night with me?"

I nodded my head and Johnny bid all the men around us a good night and while he and I dressed and Johnny made the back of his car look respectable, the men who had been watching us went and opened the end of the track up so Johnny could reverse out.

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