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Fantasy12

Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 12 by Alessia Gerini (c)
MY INITIATION: Sub Title - My Second Friday
{F/FFF+, exhib, toys, bond, f-solo, more}

Once again I thank PeeJ for his editing that without this would make hard 
reading.

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If you want to read it, please read the earlier chapters first.
All earlier chapters are at http://www.angelfire.com/jazz/alessia.gerini/
NOTE THE NEW WEBPAGE URL (Blame Lycos, they made me change it).
Many other stories are there too including new ones.
Please email any comments to me at Alessia@37.com
The good, the bad and the ugly, I appreciate and answer them all.

As an Australian I use Aussie English so if you don't understand any little 
bits, strange words, whatever, ask me and I'll tell you, okay.


A list of characters in this story is at the end.

Part One: Friday

After a restless night I finally awoke on the Friday morning of my 
initiation weekend.  I had kept waking during the night, my mind tortured by 
the unknown that lay before me.  I got through my usual ablutions but took 
extra time washing, conditioning, blow drying and styling my hair, brushing 
it well.   It came up shiny and bouncy, nicely catching the glints of light 
coming through the window.  I had shaved all that needed to be shaved last 
night.   I was still nice and smooth where it counts.  The day was going to 
be warm and sunny.  I ate a reasonable breakfast and felt good, albeit, 
nervous, very nervous.  My mind had been in turmoil all night, now it was no 
better.

I returned to my bedroom, collecting from its hiding place the vibrator 
Angelina had given to me just one week ago.  Opening my jewellery box I 
collected my new nipple clamps and the connecting chain with its crystal, 
also given to me by Angelina.  I wore the crystal as an everyday charm on my 
gold necklace now, so I had no worries about forgetting it.  I wrapped these 
things in a velvet cloth and secreted them into my university texts and 
folders within my brief case.  I then packed into my overnight bag, my black 
heels, sexiest panties and bra set, and also my sexy burgundy undies, and 
set of accessories.  I also packed my toiletries, cosmetics and perfume.  
So, as instructed, I had the 'essentials' for my initiation.  Just thinking 
about and handling my 'toys' made me feel horny.  My nipples sprung to life 
in a flash; damn things can be uncontrollable at times even if they do feel 
good.

I simply could not think of anything else with much sense.  Since I had been 
invited to join this club for lesbians, as I had numerous times before, I 
had been very anxious about fulfilling my fantasies, but at the same time I 
had become extremely sexually energised - highly aroused.  I simply couldn't 
help it.  The more I mulled over the possibilities the more aroused I 
became.  I knew from soon after I got out of bed that morning that my 
femininity would be obvious most of the day.  After packing my bag my 
intimate fragrance was becoming somewhat obvious.

My female 'charms', such as they are, would challenge my brassiere and my 
panties, my hard nipples and a dampness in my groin.  Ah, but I did get such 
a charge from feeling sensual and my body's involuntary display of that 
fact.  I also knew that I would be challenged in ways I had never imagined: 
would I be up to those challenges?  My body had already started to respond.  
I touched an erect nipple and it brought a lovely electric prickling 
shooting from it, over my breast to my 'mistress' pussy; my flesh awakening 
me further just as I had known it would.

I had told my parents that I would be staying over at my friend's house 
Friday and Saturday night.  I looked around my room and sweet memories of 
Amy flooded my mind.  My first love and my first lover was now well 
ensconced back in Canada.  I felt her presence in that room where together 
we discovered the joys of true friendship and sexual love: where we lost our 
innocence together some four years previously.

No, it's not a preference, I thought, preference implies choice.  I had made 
no conscious choice to be as I am: lesbian.  I wouldn't have changed 
anything about myself,  or the great times Amy and I had had together.  We 
had the joys of discovering sex together and had been lovers for 
two-and-a-half-years.  I was now discovering that we had been very 
conservative in our lovemaking, but I still wouldn't have changed it.  I 
still think of her a lot and we still write.  Perhaps, one day, we may 
continue to be lovers, who knows what life will bring, but that was loosely 
our plan.

Before I met Amy, I had two unsatisfactory experiences with boys, but I had 
to know. My libido and curiosity urged my experimentation and overcame my 
inhibitions.  I liked, but had no special feelings for the two boys with 
whom I had my first sexual experiments.  I wanted to know what the other 
girls got so excited about, but I felt nothing special.  I had felt 
attracted to my girl school friends, but not the boys, and this has not 
changed to this day.  I guess  most other girls felt like Amy and I felt 
about each other, only they preferred boys; with her it was very special 
right from the time of our first meeting.  It was just how I felt, how I 
was, first with Amy, and now with Angelina and Ingrid.  I also sensed that I 
would come back to this room after the next two days, a changed person.

Well, enough of that nostalgia, I grabbed my bags and walked out kissed my 
mum goodbye and headed towards my transport to school.

Somehow I got through my classes.  After my studies I caught the train to 
the city.   I window shopped, checking out the boutiques in Forest Chase - 
and the girls in them. Eventually I found myself in a food hall in one of 
the myriad arcades that run throughout the city's shopping district. I 
bought a milkshake, sat and drank it slowly watching the people go by.  I 
felt lonely, a bit scared.  I couldn't even distract myself by girl-watching 
and that nearly always worked for me.  It certainly is good for a girl like 
me: one with a high libido.

(I buy a magazine from a news-stand, one of those cheap women's rags that 
are so prolific.  The publishers, the fucking idiots, all think all we want 
are babies, get skinny and sweep floors at home for 'hubby'.  Oh, shit, what 
am I doing here? Waiting. A fucking painful exercise, I must say.  The damn 
clock is slow, too slow.  My stomach is full of butterflies again.  I feel 
bilious I am so nervous.  The hands on the wall clock gradually creep to six 
thirty.  I desperately want to masturbate to calm down a little, but there 
is nowhere here to do it.  I shake a little.  My knees wobble. Geez, what a 
mess I am in).


Part Two: Getting Dressed

I decided to walk the few hundred meters to the hotel.  I stood and my legs 
felt weak, butterflies churned my tummy like I couldn't believe.  Now, worse 
than before, yet my nipples throbbed hard, my pussy dampened.  It had really 
hit me now, the decision to move, to go to wherever the next two days took 
me.  Certainly into the unknown; again the excitement built rapidly just as 
the terror did too.  I could still go home and forget everything.  'Go on,' 
my dark angel told me.  It's all right for her sitting on my shoulder, 
egging me to sexual abandonment, I thought.   My nipples and 'mistress' 
pussy egged me on.  I urged myself on, went forward with confidence in 
myself, walking with a purpose: or was I more like a zombie being drawn by 
unseen forces within my groin towards fulfilling my sexual fantasies?

I entered the hotel's foyer and looked around.  Nobody I knew was there.  I 
sat in a comfortable leather chair and waited again.  The wall clock told me 
it's six-fifty-five. Five long minutes more.  I felt ill, but my nipples 
were hot, tight and bursting with blood. My pussy must have been puffy, as 
it too was hot and pounding with each heartbeat.  Both were driving me ever 
onwards.  Dead on six o'clock and dressed to kill, Angelina and Ingrid 
walked through the front door into the lobby and straight to reception.  
Ingrid spotted me and beckoned me over.  Compared to them I looked like a 
cabbage-patch doll.  Hesitantly,  I now gathered my bags and joined them.  
Ingrid slipped her hand reassuringly into mine, quite unconscious of the 
perception that people might well make.  See if I care!  I grabbed it 
gratefully as we exchanged hellos and a peck on the cheek.  Shit, she felt 
great, I could have kissed her long and strong.  A porter arrived with two 
smallish suitcases just as Angelina was handed the keys to a suite.  I heard 
the clerk say "Suite 501," as he took the keys.

We got into the lift in silence with the porter. Ingrid squeezed my hand, we 
smiled at each other; I felt like a jellyfish, but she was giving me some 
confidence.  On getting out of the lift, the porter, followed by Angelina 
and the two of us, went straight to our suite.  The suite was huge.  We 
walked into a lounge-dinning area then through into a bedroom.  I could not 
fail to notice a large round table beautifully set for a meal.  Angelina 
tipped the porter and he left.

They both kissed me then Angelina said, "All right girl, you look nervous 
and a bit drab.  Go and have a good shower while we unpack and then we'll 
dress you.  C'mon, we must be ready by eight o'clock, it's then that the 
others will arrive."

"Okay, sounds cool," I said, feeling better now I wasn't alone.  Not only 
that, but I was with Ingrid and Angelina.

I put on shower cap as provided by the hotel, and luxuriated under the warm 
spray.  I needed a pee, but I just stood there and let my warm urine go, 
feeling the relief that that brings.  It felt so erotic, letting the warmth 
of my waste flow out and down my legs and swirl down the drain hole.  I 
watched it with a satisfied feeling.  I thoroughly washed myself till I was 
squeaky-clean. My nipples were throbbing, Ingrid's kiss still affecting me.

I had done it before and on a whim I did I again: I pressed my breasts and 
tummy against the freezing-wet shower wall.  The shock of the chill knotted 
my areolae and nipples, sending glorious electric shudders to my pussy.  I 
knew it would and as I jumped back off the wall, my hands jumped onto the 
shower hose squirting the spray hard, onto my now protruding clitoris.  I 
teased myself mercilessly not wanting to orgasm immediately, but to take 
myself onto a high and stay here for awhile, until I was called - if I 
could.

I held myself in this euphoric state until I heard Angelina through my hazy 
seventh heaven, when I jammed my hand deep finding my g-spot quickly while 
playing the water on my distended clitoris.  It only took seconds before I 
so wonderfully orgasmed several times in quick succession.  I quickly warmed 
myself with hot water leaning on the wall to steady myself.  Oh, god that 
was so good and I needed it more than I realised.

I got out and dried myself.  There were several terry towel dressing gowns 
in plastic wrappers hanging on hooks and I put one on then tottered back 
into the bedroom.  My clothes from my first shopping trip were laid out on 
the king size bed, well, to be precise a black chiffon camisole and matching 
skirt that I knew to be sheer and short and classic in style: very chic, 
very sexy. My black lacy bra and panties where there, accompanied by lace- 
topped, stay-up stockings.

The two of them led me to the dressing table and sat me in front of the 
mirrors. Actually, temporarily my legs simply gave up holding me up.  
Although I had just come, being with these two gorgeous women kept my fires 
smouldering. Angelina kissed me softly on my lips and I fought to hungrily 
retaliate, but she backed off quickly.  Ingrid, however, was gentle in her 
kiss and when I took her and held her to my body she compliantly obliged 
with a hot, long, passionate one, leaving me panting for more, but Angelina 
insisted that time was short enough. Neither of them spoke much after that, 
but both had on aprons.

Angelina then spoke with her authoritarian voice, "Alessia, just sit there 
as still as you can.  You are mine from now until your initiation finishes.  
You will do whatever you are told to do.  Understand?"

"Yes Angelina."

They untied the robe, pushed it over my shoulders, and let it fall.  My 
breasts reacted to the slight chill in the bedroom and the draft caused by 
the air conditioner.  Ingrid took my fingers and gave me a manicure and 
polished my nails.  Then she did my toes too. Angelina took control of my 
face.  I watched as I was transformed into an erotic goddess.  The make-up 
was just that little bit overdone, but I did look very sexy.  The perfume 
was heavy, almost musky, Vanilla Musk, I think.

Angelina told me to turn around.  They each slid on me a sheer, black, 
stay-up stocking and then spike heels - the ones I had worn the Saturday 
before.  I couldn't help it; really, having those two silently stroking and 
running their hands up my legs, made my 'mistress' quiver.

Sitting quite still, but totally nude before these two gorgeous women for a 
half-an-hour, was quite a feat for me.  I was aware of my dampness betraying 
me by its aromatic muskiness mixing with my perfume.  My areolae and nipples 
had been pulsating now for a half-an-hour or more.  I mean, by now I was 
horny as hell sitting there only dressed in shoes and stockings.

Angelina said to me, "I have chosen this outfit for you to wear at dinner."

"We are dinning here, like just out there?" I inquired as I had imagined we 
would have gone to a restaurant.

"Yes we are."

"Er... I get to wear those clothes?" I gestured towards the bed.  They were 
obviously for me, but I was horny and edgy as hell.

"Oh, yes of course - you my be asked to take some off, but yes, of course!"

"Take some off,' I thought. 'Shit, there isn't much there'.  Angelina and 
Ingrid smiled sweetly at me.  My panties, my bra, my chiffon camisole and 
skirt were all put on me by Angelina and Ingrid.  It was torture; I wanted 
to make wild passionate love with both of them.

Part Three: The Meal.

As they finished a knock on the door heralded Ava's arrival.  She looked 
fabulous in a fitted red dress with very daring cleavage and a centre split 
in the front of the skirt.  Audrey quickly followed her. Then Jessica and 
Abby followed. I recognised them immediately.  I was shocked, but glad to 
see them. They greeted Angelina and then came to me apologising for 
deceiving me.  We laughed about it.

Abby asked, "Do you remember Audrey?"

"She's familiar, but no, I don't.  Should I?"

"Maybe.  You have seen her before."

"Oh, my god, yes.  She's the one who tweaked my boob in the library isn't 
she."

"You've picked her!" grinned Jessica, as she spoke.

"You bitches, you set up the whole thing didn't you?"

"Well Angelina did, we just helped you out.  Didn't we Abby?""

"Yep, it was fun too."

Two more young women were let in.  They seemed to know each other as they 
kissed and chatted in animated voices.  They said hello to their host, 
Angelina.  Angelina introduced them to me as Adriana and Anne.

Hors d'oeuves were served with the cocktails.  I had Cointreau and ice, and 
pepperoni with sweet gherkin and Brie.  I had tried to socialise with 
Ingrid, Abby and Jessica in particular.  I found it very difficult to speak 
normally to them, as hard as I tried.  I felt almost naked in the fine 
chiffon when everyone else was fully clothed, dressed in fine eveningwear.   
I found it, quite exhilarating, but it was very arousing.  My damn nipples 
would not stay flaccid, but insisted on being hard and erect the whole time. 
The girls were of little help either; they were provoking me by looking at 
me while running their tongues around their lips and stuff like that.  They 
were happy to see me ready, willing, and they were sure, able to see out the 
next two nights.  The girls were famished and made short work of the temping 
titbits that were served.

Angelina called for order and said as a matter-of-fact to me, "Alessia, it 
is time for our entr e, so you must take off your brassiere: it's absolutely 
inappropriate apparel for an initiate when eating and I do hope you will eat 
with us."

"Of course I will," I replied, as my spine tingled in anticipation of being 
virtually nude, while my new-found friends were staring at me.  I was now 
very much the centre of attention.  The act of getting dressed had already 
stimulated my nipples into proud erectness.   I unclipped the bra through 
the camisole, slipping the straps over my shoulders and down each arm and 
off.  I let it drop down to my waist then pulled it out from under my 
camisole and dropping it to the floor.

Of course, they all made a point of staring at me, at my breasts, at my 
erect nipples.  I felt the hot blush of my skin crawl red all over me.  
Taking my bra off was no big deal really, but more of a symbolic, submissive 
act, meant to humiliate and/or excite.  A number of the women were clearly 
not wearing brassieres under their tops or dresses.  It excited me and my 
nipples were now throbbing hard and blood red. This effect only made them 
laugh.  We all sat as the entr e was brought in.

There were two staff assigned to look after us.  A young bloke and a 
thirties-something woman who was in charge.  The woman inspected us all, you 
know, that snobby type seem to go for appropriate hair, make up, dress, etc. 
all done seemingly politely. She certainly noticed my see-through camisole 
and bared breasts.  But at that that time I might have been wearing a daring 
designer outfit.  My skirt was covered by a napkin and would not have been 
visible except from behind anyway.  The young bloke was about twenty-two or 
three and was doing well not to stare at some of the flesh he could 
undoubtedly see around the table.  I thought he might have been gay for 
awhile, but he was just being careful I decided as his trousers bulged.  I 
inwardly grinned and I noticed some of the other girls had noticed too.

The entr e was a delightful and sweet grilled maron, a local Western 
Australian freshwater lobster Angelina explained to Ava, served with a 
fruity, dry, white Capel Vale Chardonnay.

After we had finished and the plates had been cleared away, Angelina said,

"All right everyone, Alessia must remove another part of her outfit, but not 
her top or skirt, not yet, but only because of the hotel staff. Okay, 
Alessia, stand up."

"Oh boy, yes Angelina, "

I went to slip on my shoes again, but Angelina stopped me in my tracks,

"Just stand Alessia, face your betters. Helping us, are you?  That's okay, 
but now you can't put those shoes back on again," Looking around at all the 
members she declared, "What say you? I vote for her stockings," she 
recommended.

There was a short discussion and they all agreed, looking at me.

"We are agreed, you will remove the offending items Alessia," chirped 
Angelina.

'Oh, my god,' I thought, as I started taking off my stockings.  I was 
counting what I would have left to take off if I were to 'lose' a garment 
after each course. Shit, three, only three.  A main course and desert and 
I'd only have on one thing. Which one, oh god? My mind boggled.  I was 
getting pussy tingles thinking about it.  My make-up couldn't possibly cover 
my flushed-pink cheeks or body as I went hot and goosey. 'What's after 
that?' I then threw my stockings under the table and, I'm certain, sat there 
red faced.  A second or two after I parked my butt the main course arrived.  
Chicken Cacciatoria and vegetables, a favourite dish of mine.  It smelt 
wonderful as I covered my bare legs with my napkin again.  All eyes went 
from me towards the food.

For this course we had a drier white wine, a local Western Australian 
Houghton's White Burgundy, recommended by the chef, so Angelina ordered 
several bottles for us.  The food and wine tasted as good as it smelt and 
the chicken was as tender as it ought to be.  The conversation tended 
towards fashion, music, art and the like, but skewed towards the sexy side 
of them.  The sensual side of these things simmered on the surface all the 
time.  I am sure Angelina didn't want the staff to be embarrassed, but she 
did want to keep my mind on things sexual.  She had cleverly researched the 
local scene, looking for topics that had a high sensual, even sexual 
context.

Nothing was rushed but everyone was directing their opinions and questions 
to me, in order to keep my attention focused on my 'mistress' pussy and why 
we were all there.  I knew they had not finished with me yet and had many 
things in store for me. Sure enough, after the torts at the same time of the 
meal were taken away with the used plates. Angelina called for me to stand 
where they all could see me and a vote taken for what I must take off then.

It really boiled down to skirt or panties. Again the staff was considered 
and so it was my skirt that 'offended' the girls.  They left me guessing 
until the staff was almost due and voted for my skirt. I removed it and sat 
pulling my napkin over my now very bare legs and butt, covered only by lacy 
bikini briefs. The camisole was short so my back was clearly visible down to 
my panties now.

The desert was typically Australian: a Pavlova covered with whipped cream 
and fresh fruit. For me I guess it was lucky that the wine steward didn't 
seem to notice as he poured my wine, maybe he was just not letting on, but I 
was getting odd looks from the woman staff member.

I wasn't sure if they were looks of approval or disapproval until she winked 
and purred in my ear, "Is everything alright?"

I felt my skin tighten and spine tingle as her breath washed over my face 
and neck.  My nipples had been poking proudly into my camisole for most of 
the meal and her breath on me had them knotting again. The moisture in my 
'mistress' was becoming evident to me now, and the pit of my tummy was 
feeling more than good from the food and wine I had just had.

However, the desert was soon eaten and Angelina called for me to stand as 
soon as the door closed following the removal of the desert plates.  This 
was starting to get really humiliating and yet it excited me tremendously.  
The girls now discussed which I should take off: my camisole or my panties, 
knowing that cheeses and biscuits were coming.  And then perhaps, a port or 
liqueur.  Shit, if that happened I would be naked.  My mind went out of 
control with thoughts of exposing myself, not just to the girls, that would 
be exciting, but the in front of the hotel personnel, especially the 
steward, would be so unnerving.

I wondered how he would feel.   I had no real idea, but I guessed he would 
be embarrassed, especially as he had been very shy so far.  Well, it 
wouldn't kill him, I grinned inwardly, and I had now prepared myself for 
this.  Would Angelina not see that I would enjoy the exhibitionism?  Of 
course she would.  What had she planned for me, surely nothing that simple?  
My thoughts sped round and round, but came up with a blank.  I started 
trembling in excitement.  I thought that I must learn to enjoy exhibiting 
myself to men; I still worry about that, but why?  Or why should I?  I 
didn't know; it was a contradiction unresolved.  I loved exposing myself, 
but I was still concerned about men, but it was women who were more likely 
to be aghast.

The women discussed the dilemma while I stood outwardly passive, excluded 
from the decision. They voted for my panties.  I wasn't prepared, in 
particular, for either item.  My mind whirled in apprehension: my 'mistress' 
on view for the steward and the women while we ate. That would not be too 
bad, I could cover up with the napkin until the table was cleared, but what 
then?

I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slowly, teasingly pulled them down.  
I kept my legs as close together as I could, I wanted to prolong obscuring 
their full view of me, to tease them.  I watched their eyes' anticipation.  
Many had seen me naked before, but I was feeling hot.  I liked it, that is, 
stripping for them. I made a big play of obscuring my pussy by turning my 
back as I moved them down over my butt squirming and swaying it about. I 
knew that my rounded smooth cheeks would leave most of then squirming too. 
Of course I had to turn but I did so as I flicked my panties up by my foot 
to catch them and then threw them under the table. This act without doubt 
gave them a gash flash then I slipped back under the table pulling my napkin 
over me again.

I then only had to avoid the steward somehow. I just hoped my butt was not 
obviously exposed to him.  I sat forward so it would be harder for him to 
see.  The steward and waitress came with cheese, fruit and a white port.  He 
came up behind me.  I watched the eyes of the women across the table; they 
told me he had seen me.  I nearly died of humiliation.  I could feel myself 
flushing red.

They were grinning like they were enjoying my discomfort.  I thought, of 
course they were. That was the whole point, well part of it anyway.

I nearly jumped out of my seat when he asked if I wanted a port. Fuck, he 
could see my boobs from where he was, no problem, now he could see my butt.

I said, "Yes please," as nonchalantly as I could.

I cringed in humiliation as he fussed around me.  My damn nipples would not 
stay flaccid, but insisted on throbbing hard in my camisole. In a thin lacey 
camisole I couldn't hide my 36D boobs with raging hard nipples, from him or 
anyone else for that mater.  Knowing he could see me made me feel hornier 
than ever, even though I was embarrassed as hell.

I love cheese, but I didn't eat much that night.  I started to feel like 
stripping for them all, including the bloke. But I knew Angelina didn't want 
the hotel staff embarrassed, so I restrained myself.  That was difficult as 
I had become so aroused at the idea of a big show.  It's not like I've not 
done a big flash before for men.  I had done on several occasions.  I 
wondered why this one was a problem for me.  There didn't seem to be a 
reason. Maybe it was because of his close proximity. I sill don't know.  But 
I could thrust my boobs forward and I did by straightening my back and 
shoulders.  It felt fabulous.  My pussy tingled like mad.  I started to get 
damp once again.  They were all looking at my boobs, the steward too.  I 
flushed wildly.  I was over my embarrassment.  Then we had finished eating 
and the steward left us.


Part Four: A Ceremonial Part.

Angelina said rather sternly to me, "You nearly blew it. We can't get thrown 
out of here, especially you."

I thought, oh, terrific, I get to really put on a show for them.  I was 
ready.

Then Angelina said, "Get it off girl and show us what you've got!"

Wow, yes!

This would like being nude in an illuminated fish-tank.  Angelina said, "All 
right girls, we must inspect our prospective member for flaws."

Starting with Angelina, each one of them ran their hands over me - all over. 
  By the time they'd finished I was a quivering jelly of highly aroused 
feminine flesh, lusting after each of them in turn.

Angelina announced, "Okay then, stand up on the table.  Help her up girls."  
Angelina continued,  "Put you spikes on Alessia, they will make your legs 
look even better and easier to twirl in.  And Alessia you may not come until 
I say you can, all right?  This is important, it's about control over 
yourself and reaching your higher levels of arousal once again; you 
understand?"

"Yes, I understand Angelina."

My shoes were passed up to me and I slipped them on facing Ingrid, hoping if 
my pussy showed she would see.  She did.  I did the model-pouting walk and 
vamp round the table then held my arms up above my head pulling the camisole 
up by its spaghetti string straps, hoping my boobs could be seen from 
underneath.  I thought I'd then reach to the top of the straps and slowly 
lift it up as I teased my audience.

They were all looking intensely at me now.  I could feel the camisole's lacy 
bottom tickling my boobs just near my throbbing nipples.  The girls would 
get good flashes of me.  I moved to the centre of the table and twirled 
around on one foot, lifting the other leg and bending it.  After slowing to 
a stop again, facing Ingrid, I leaned way over raising my arms letting the 
camisole slide off slowly.  Ingrid caught it and smiled at me.  Cupping my 
breasts, I pulled and pinched my nipples to accentuate their colour and 
hardness.  Then I slithered my hands down over my torso, eventually to cup 
my labial lips and lewdly pinched them to puff them up with blood too.  I 
was now high on a sexual plateau not very far from coming.  I refrained from 
going further.  I slowed to gently rubbing my puffy labia, sensitising them 
more but slowly more, standing as still as I could, soaking in the ambience, 
the sensations sweeping through me and the aura surrounding me.  I felt 
fantastic, horny, abandoned in lust, and I hoped sexy.

Angelina quietly broke the silence saying, "Lie down, spread-eagled, 
Alessia."

I sat then lay over the table.  My arms and legs were cuffed and secured 
firmly.  This was not a surprise, I had expected something like this, but I 
had no idea what was to follow.  My heart pounded as I looked for clues: 
nothing!  The tension was building up in me.  I noticed Ava had gone, but I 
gave this no significance.  Angelina leaned over and kissed me.  This seemed 
to be a signal, as all the other girls then started kissing, sucking or 
licking me, anywhere, everywhere - all seven of them. My arms, neck, face, 
breasts, belly, legs and thighs all were covered with soft lips, tongues or 
fingers.

The pleasure was exquisite, but it was taking me so high I could have easily 
come in multiple orgasms.  But I had to hold back, 'Oh, god, that was so 
hard,' my mind spun out in a frenzy of desire.  I could feel my damp labia 
getting wetter and wetter.  With my legs spread, my juices would be plainly 
obvious.  As they continued my body ached, throbbed, pounded with the effort 
of control, but it was a glorious myriad of sensations sweeping and swirling 
through me.  My clitoris throbbed almost painfully and I knew it had grown 
huge and was thrust fully out of it's sheath.  Any touch on it would surely 
trigger an unstoppable climax.  Then Ava returned carrying a small bowl 
steaming with vapour, a shaving brush, a blade shaver and shaving cream.

Was I to lose my pride and joy, my strip of pubic hair so neatly trimmed 
only yesterday, and god knows what else?  The answer was painfully obvious 
as the bowl was passed to Angelina who tested what I assumed was hot water.  
Angelina satisfied herself that the fluid was a reasonable temperature and 
passed the can of foam to her right, to Anne whom I hardly knew.  I had come 
down a little by now and I watched Anne move to a position between my legs.  
She pointed the nozzle at  - you guessed it.

I held my breath then the cold foam hit me where I was the hottest. My back 
involuntarily arched as the goosebumps flashed over my skin.  But that was 
nothing compared to Jess who brushed the soft foam over my sensitised outer 
labia and then I had the fine bristles flicking over my painfully throbbing 
bean.  My legs, bound as they were, flew apart as my back involuntarily 
arched once again.  My hips thrust against the restraints and I was on the 
knife's edge, like a cat walking along a picket fence. The bliss was so 
intense as my mind and body absorbed the breathtaking sensations.

Abby now had the shaver and I watched in horror as I felt and heard the 
carefully cultivated strip being removed by the blades.  I closed my eyes 
and lay back, my head lolling about as the slight vibrations stimulated my 
hardened bean.  My legs were being held apart as the blade was drawn over my 
charged labia, taking off any vestige of hair.  I still managed to control 
myself as instructed.  I was actually finding the plateau of ecstasy a true 
delight, although my body ached with the need to orgasm.

I heard Angelina's voice instructing, "Sit up Alessia, get off the table and 
stand still."

"Yes," I heard myself say, in a trance like state.

I vaguely remember shuffling off the table and standing on my jelly legs.  I 
was in Nirvana and wanted to stay there, but the real world slowly returned. 
  I found all the women dressing me in my stay-up, black, lace-topped 
stockings, my spikes, a short, chiffon like skirt, really lacy panties and 
an extremely sheer blouse.  I recognised the outfit as one from the shopping 
trip with Angelina a week ago.  I might have been able to control myself in 
not going orgasmic, but my pussy was juiced up and wetting the panties 
within moments.  I was guided to the dressing table where I sat and had my 
hair and makeup restored from its dishevelled state.

I was now coherent and asked, "What now?" in a soft almost breathless voice.


Part Five: Outside.

I noticed that I was trembling in excitement, or was it horror?  Clearly I 
was being prepared to go outside the sanctuary of the hotel suite.  My poor 
heart was still pounding in my chest, my whole being highly sensitised from 
the treatment it had had over the past few hours.  I looked at myself in the 
mirror and realised that the blouse, with its voluminous sleeves, did 
nothing for my modesty.  My arms and trunk were visible and of course so 
were my breasts, knotted nipples, areolae and which naturally their size.  I 
thought I looked just great, but to go in public like this was a fantasy.  A 
fantasy soon to be fulfilled and apparently very soon.  But where and how?  
I had no real idea.

Angelina spoke saying to me, "You will walk from here to the bar at the 
junction with William Street and stand or sit near the corner of the bar.  
Order a drink and wait for all of us to come to you.  When we've all been 
there, you will walk back here.  You will show no emotion whatever happens, 
and you must not come or look at us.  Is all that clear?"

"Oh shit, yes it's clear, but what will happen to me?"

"Don't worry about that.  We'll protect you from harm.  Otherwise I won't 
tell you. But you'll find out and I can tell you it does not involve pain.  
I expect a lot of people will look at you and maybe even at us.  You will 
perhaps fulfil one of your fantasies."

My mind jumped through hoops wondering what they would do to me in a bar.  
I'd seen some wild exhibitionist pictures on the web.  Oh god, I'd be 
scarred shitless, but I would come in seconds if they had in mind some of 
the more extreme ones.  I didn't think I could control myself.  I felt my 
bean once again easing out of its sheath, stimulated by my panties.   I was 
excited, quaking and soaking my panties.  Angelina motioned for me to stand. 
  I did so, moving a few paces then stopped.  Ingrid knelt in front of me 
and put a silver anklet on my left leg. It was pretty with bells on it. 
Angelina led me past the other girls who were now a bit of a blur.  My mind 
was concentrated on what I'd been asked to do.  Angelina wished me good luck 
which was chorused by the others.  I was suddenly alone in the hotel 
corridor feeling so horny and so vulnerable.

I walked to the lift and pushed the button.  The doors opened straight away, 
startling me.  My heart pounded more.  I pressed the ground floor button.  
The lift started taking me to my destiny.  It stopped at the third floor. 
The doors opened and a couple got in and really stared at me, but not in the 
face; the doors closed and the lift continued down.   I drew back my 
shoulders and stood up straight.  Proudly I stood there while they inspected 
me.  I found it very exciting.  The lift doors opened and they let me go 
first.  Not looking to either side, I walked through the lobby out into 
Murray Street and headed towards William Street.  There were not many people 
in that part of town, but I got some great looks as I strode ahead.

It's only a few minutes walk so I was soon there. The lighting was soft, 
most of it coming from lights in the back of the bar shining off the backing 
mirrors.  I decided not to sit in my soaked panties and ordered a drink 
standing by the corner of the bar.  Several couples were on barstools, but I 
hadn't attracted overly many looks as yet.  I saw why Angelina wanted me 
there by the corner.  I was visible from both lengths of the bar and the 
tables beside and behind me.  I noticed a couple of men deep in conversation 
close by start to notice they could see through my top.  Soon others noticed 
me including some women in business suits.  I was building an audience.

Then Angelina came in and stood close behind me.  I felt the excitement 
building in me as hot as I was.  The next thing I felt my blouse pulled out 
of my skirt.

I froze.

She slid her hands over my bare tummy.  God, she felt fabulous.  My nipples 
knotted again as the goosebumps crawled over my skin.  My back arched 
thrusting my nipples against the sheer blouse as I felt her mound on my 
butt.  Her hands crossed over and she grabbed my boobs, caressing my areolae 
and pulling on my nipples.  I stared into the mirror, but my legs nearly 
gave up on me.  Oh, my god, I wanted so much to sigh and lie back into her 
caress and just come all down my legs.

Then she was gone.

Oh, hell, everybody was looking at me in amazement.  Some just gaped, others 
giggled.  Nobody said anything to me.  My panties were now squelching and I 
felt like I needed to pee so I visited the "ladies", stuffing my panties 
into my clutch bag.  I returned to my spot at the bar only long enough to 
pick up my drink, as a pair of hands encircled me under my blouse.  I didn't 
see who it was, but I was sent to heaven once again as soft female hands  
expertly fondled my boobs, kneading them delectably.  I rode the waves of 
wonderful sensations for thirty or forty seconds and then she too left me.  
I desperately wanted to gasp, but somehow I managed to breathe normally 
throughout that bout of pleasure.

Before I could gather my wits, another girl, Anne, I think, was pressing 
herself against me, her hands slithering up my skirt, straight to my boobs 
once again.  She grasped my nipples rolling them between her thumb and 
fingers and simultaneously squeezing me, areolae included.  She then cupped 
me, thumbing my nipples.  I nearly went over the edge into orgasm.  My 
delight was extreme and she stayed longer, letting me luxuriate in her 
warmth against me.  I cushioned myself against her soft, pillowy breasts.  
In hindsight I cannot see how I controlled myself, my labia were so puffed 
and sensitised.  My honeyed juices were threatening to drip.  I managed to 
cross my legs, coating my upper inner thighs with it.  Then abruptly she was 
gone.

I gulped down a groan and looked around me as nonchalantly as I could, 
though I knew I was flushed hot pink.  A few were looking, but all the 
patrons seemed to be avoiding my gaze.  I looked down seeing two of my 
blouse's buttons undone.  Through my erotically glazed mind I did a count. 
Three more buttons, but five more girls, oh shit!  My mind reeled at the 
thought of the progression and its obvious consequences.  My groin twitched, 
in terror and anticipation at the same time, threatening to drip again.  I 
was high, like a high-wire walker, but I could only fall one way.  I ached 
in tantalising desire.

Jess came next, just as I started to stop wobbling on the high wire.  She 
held my butt cheeks before snaking her hands to my now tender breasts.  She 
took no mercy on me and had me inwardly grovelling within seconds.  She was 
rough and I heard some of the people nearby gasp in shock.  When she left I 
noticed that she had undone another button.  My tummy could easily be seen, 
at least I could see it.  I became even more aroused by that stimulation.  I 
didn't believe I could hold on to my self-control as I felt outrageously 
horny.  I could almost have masturbated there and then with everybody no 
looking at me.  I blushed, but loved the attention.

Abby arrived  before Jess's bruising kneading had calmed down.  She slipped 
her hands up through the side slits in my skirt, running her fingers up my 
legs.  She moved her hands to feel my freshly shaved mound pressing down 
hard upon it. Then, very carefully avoiding my clitoris, she ran her thumbs 
over my outer labia.  I nearly screamed in the sheer audacity and 
sensuousness from the electrical charge  that whizzed through me.  Her 
honeyed, wet fingers slid up my tummy and brushed lightly over my boobs.  
She leaned over to my drink and poked a finger in it offering it to me to 
suck.  I did and tasted myself in it.  She undid a button and slunk away.  I 
was now finding I couldn't keep my emotions down.  I let out a sort of 
groaning sigh.  I was becoming acutely aware that everybody was watching the 
proceedings with increasing interest.  I was seriously close to coming, 
ready or not, my control was weakening badly.

I managed to get a sip of my drink down my dry throat before Ava put her 
arms around me, giving me a comforting hug.  I got little respite from her 
hug as she manoeuvred her hands up my back and finished grasping my 
sensitised nipples, sending me spinning into an ecstatic storm of bliss yet 
again. But I hung on to my self-control for dear life. She left me with my 
blouse hanging open but still on my shoulders: I was standing there with my 
breasts barely covered.  I looked at myself with the wide gaping top, 
revealing my boobs, and I felt my whole groin throbbing with need for 
release.  My breasts ached from the bruising attention, but mostly from the 
blood pounding from my fluttering heart.  I was determined to see this 
through, although my half-conscious mind was telling me to cover-up and run. 
  Strangely, I  not only felt acutely aroused by this, but I was wishing I 
had the gall to jump up onto the bar top, strip and dance much like I had at 
the night club.

I was hoping now that Audrey would be next so that a quick plan I conceived 
would, I hoped, embarrass her, but it was Adriana and felt I couldn't grab 
and kiss her passionately.  A few people had started coming in from the 
street to see the show.  I played up to the small gathering that was now 
watching with wide-eyed interest .  Adriana I saw as excitable and seemed to 
be enjoying the notoriety as much as I was.  So I did grab her and kissed 
her as passionately as I felt.  And I most certainly felt passionate.  She 
returned the kiss and we held each other in a tight embrace for a minute or 
more.  Just as we broke apart she pulled down the zipper of my skirt.  They 
wouldn't go that far, surely, I remember thinking.

Ingrid came while Adriana was still clutching me.  I was steaming hot. The 
crowd had blurred into virtual obscurity as I became less conscious of them, 
rather concentrating on controlling my natural instinct to just let go and 
orgasm as my body frantically wanted.  I couldn't believe Ingrid would do 
it, but she pushed aside my blouse and to the delight of the noisy crowd 
greedily sucked on my left breast.  The shock had frozen me rigid, but her 
skilled mouth and tongue on me had me groaning and gasping madly.  I held 
her beautiful head to me and revelled in the sensation of pure delight at 
having her with me.  But while she held me with one hand behind me, she 
undid my skirt letting Adriana catch it as it fell.

I was left standing in my shoes and stockings bared for everyone. Ingrid 
switched to my right breast kissing it as I closed my eyes briefly. Oh my 
god I wanted her to give me long awaited release. I would have bent 
backwards over the bar stool for her; crowd or no crowd. Adriana picked my 
skirt up off the floor then my blouse slid off to my wrists. I felt so 
outrageously horny the crowd could have ravished me just as long as Angelina 
gave me permission. The fact that they were cheering us on became totally 
irrelevant. I knew I had to wait for Angelina; I had to. Adriana and Ingrid 
broke away from me letting the mob see me naked, naked pussy and all. Then 
taking an arm each rushed me out into the street.

I was aware of hoots from inside then the cool night air enveloping me. 
Goosebumps sprung up all over me and I heard whistles and shouts from cars 
and from across the street. I felt every eye burning into my smoldering hot 
flesh. I had never experienced such excitement, such fear-provoking but 
lustful emotions. I knew then that I wanted to fulfil my ultimate fantasy 
soon. And that I could actually contemplate really doing it. Making out all 
the way in full public view. For now I took it upon myself just like a 
streaker to jog the few 100 metres back to the hotel. I was conscious of the 
stares of delight of the people in the street and passing cars. I felt the 
sway and weight of my breasts as I jogged. The cool breeze I created for 
myself chilled my wet groin and stiffened even more my erect nipples. The 
exhilaration was extraordinarily stimulating and when I slowed to a walk 
outside the hotel I so desperately needed Angelina's permission to let go 
but she wasn't there.

Before I realised it, all the girls had surrounded me in the street and were 
escorting me back into the hotel.  They were very protective and covered me 
with a light coat. We were all soon back in the suite.

Angelina said, "Sit on the edge of the table."

I did and then she said,

"Lie back, but watch."

I was up on my elbows looking at my aching naked body, with my heart 
thumping madly in my chest, feeling so exposed and vulnerable, but so 
flushed in sexual arousal I thought I would die if Angelina didn't let me 
climax away the built up tension.

Finally Angelina handed me my vibrator and said, "Alessia, you've only one 
thing left to do for tonight, but first, on behalf of all of us, we think 
you behaved magnificently.  Watching you was so very exciting for all of us. 
  Now you must use your toy and masturbate while we all watch."

"Oh my god, yes Angelina, may I ask Ingrid to slowly push it in and turn it 
on for me?"

"Ingrid, would you do that?" Angelina asked.

"Yes, I would love to."

I handed it to my sweet Ingrid, and as they all watched she undressed 
herself vamping like a professional stripper, wet my toy on her own labia, 
and inserted it quite deeply into herself.  With her eyes shut and only 
wearing her make up she was clearly closing in on an orgasm herself.  
Slowly, and if my guess was right, she reluctantly removed it from herself. 
Geez, I found her little show awesomely sexy and it confirmed my love for 
her. I was a little jealous. She stepped to me and teased my labia with her 
wetness on my toy.  I moaned in bliss as she turned it on and pressed the 
gratification machine slowly into me.  I felt my walls expand as it filled 
me: 'Oh, shit, so bloody good'. Then she turned it on and attached the clit' 
teaser.

My stomach churned as the extreme delight sent me into a frenzy of craving.  
Grabbing my responsive swollen labia with both hands I massaged my lips 
running my thumbs along their slippery lubricated sides then deeply 
following the toy. I groped for it; caught it, and pushed it further in. In 
no more than twenty seconds I started to orgasm; the release was 
unbelievable and continued for minutes, assisted by my toy, Ingrid and the 
others kissing, licking and sucking me all over.

I vaguely remember my body throwing itself about as my orgasm took me out 
but I remained aware of the absolute pleasure I received during that time. I 
sensed being carried and laid out on a bed next to the warm soft skin of 
Ingrid; her soft mouth caressing me. I thanked her with a weak but adoring 
kiss.


To be continued.

The Characters

Alessia	The main character.
Angelina	The club president who directs most of the action and dominates 
Alessia.
Ingrid	The president's daughter and close friend of Alessia.
Ava		A member and friend of Angelina
Abby		A member - see chapter 2.
Jessica	A member - see chapter 2.
Audrey	A member - in chapter 2 but not mentioned by name.
Adriana	A member - in chapter 2 but not mentioned by name.
Anne		A member - in chapter 2 but not mentioned by name.



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