Black tutu, silk stockings, 6 inch heels and the skimpiest bra I could line up. I couldn't be arsed with knickers they would only get ripped off and lost forever. I didn't want to loose any of my aphrodisiacal clothes they weren't designer but they were mine. Silk handbag with the necessary in it.
I created that dramatic font of red lipstick and smoky eyes in the mirror. Grabbed my bag and went.
As I walked out the house, across the street and tottered up the alley the rainwater started to flood the passing way.

It only took twenty minutes in the cab but I knew that by the end of the Night this was going to be the longest time I had sat down between Molly and her partner William James and not spoken a word. It was always awkward in a cab with those two. Molly would have to at any given consequence stroke James leg getting in high spirits and gamey while he tried his severe a ) not to get a hard on but b ) tell her to stop it. But like near men he would within minutes of her start he would accept a hard on and would be stifling the moans and joy.
I have on occasion stopped the driver and got out when they started this or find my sound textbook Pete. Tonight I texted Pete. It was wet and in these dog I didn't stand a fortune. The early disadvantage was that if I got out I wouldn't be able to get the club where Pete was.

We pulled up extraneous Driftwood and there under the doorway stood two large chucker-out and Pete. The benefit of Pete owning a club entail detached access and all the alcohol I could ever dream of. It was bliss.
Pete was there in an minute under the black umbrella opening the threshold to the cab. I stepped out delicately, a promising endeavor not to register James River that I wasn't wearing any panty.

Pete's script was quickly on the belittled of my rachis, guiding me past the queue of girls in curt dresses and killer heels who all moaned that I was pushing the queue, till Pete turned and told the bouncers in a loud spokesperson
‘ If they moan about the boss and his birdie then they can go somewhere else !'
That always did it.

molly walked yesteryear us in quite a hurry followed by Jesse James holding a pair of bloomers. Driftwood had the main bar country for the folk who wanted to dance and get sloshed but very few knew that if you had a appendage card you were able to go upstair and play. I knew where Molly and James were heading. One of the playrooms upstairs.
I had got a job with Pete when he bought Driftwood. I was the clothes designer. I knew exactly what shade of paint were on each wall, what style flooring, where the chrome tap trying on had come from. I also ordered all the kinkiness that was upstairs from the lube cupboard to the fluffy hand handcuff in the zebra themed playroom. I would fare back to driftwood under bags and I would insist that I had to try them out on person. Pete always offered. And I never turned him down. A couplet of sentence we would have been having dumb sex in one of the playrooms while the threshold was surface. working person used to take the air past the threshold. Deliberately. Just to see my posterior waving up in the air as I sucked Pete off. There were a few times when we were caught out and a nervy workingman would spank my arse or finger me giving me the shock of my living.
But then sometimes I wouldn't seduce Pete with my overflowing suitcase I would go straight to the leather couches in the sex waiting area puff out toy dog from the bag, get peel and play. Everyone would see me. And I didn't care. Mostly they would fall in in. Thick hammer would appear from no where and be thrusted into my mouth and pussy. I would never allow my bottom to be filled. That was reserved for Pete and Pete only. They soon learnt. After everyone had cum and I was in utter bliss I would text Pete.

‘ Babes I'm back. Got somewhat distracted with toys and these lush workman and they're turncock. But I haven't had my arse filled'

‘ rock'n'roll hard. Coming to pound sterling you !'

But I knew he had been watching because we always fucked in his function after this. He would drop a line on the meth board outside ‘ In a meeting'and stoop me over his desk pulling me open and plunging into my mingy nates. And there on the CCTV screen the photographic camera would be channelize straight to were I had been.


It was obviously crammed downstairs. Pete took me to the government agency. We usually went there first. He would get a bitch out of showing me how naughty people were being downstairs. There was a strict policy of you were caught by the stave having sex then you either bought a membership there and then or got out for good. Many left. A few rich prick would take out out a quotation wit, be ushered up steps only to see that if they had done that at the room access they wouldn't have been caught dead. I got a kick out of going down to them with very piffling on and telling them to get out. Pete would express mirth when I came back up from the mosh pit as I called it, and paddle my arse raw.

Tonight was different though.

The theme was totters and hottys. Pete had lined up a couple of spear carrier terpsichorean and faculty. It was a money making way. pick up them at it and offer the membership at half monetary value.

‘ Pete favorite, I'm going downstairs and get a hotty upstairs ok ? Watch me !'
‘ Your so cheeky how do I put up with you Lexi ?'
‘ My skillful flavor and how I can pull them in only to expend em'

And off I trotted. I was gracing my presents with downstairs for more than five instant and I was out to draw and drop. As I walked into the lobby our newfangled military recruit was stamping hands. I dropped into the queue.

‘ Hey Dave'
‘ Alright Lexi what you doing down here'
‘ Working silly'
‘ But you're the chief's leggy bird'
‘ Ah I know but I get bored plus I wan na dance and I can't up there !'

And then I was off through the crew and to the terpsichore trading floor. twinkle and strait blasting from all charge. I made sure I was insight of the camera especially for Pete and got my rut on. A few minutes past and a group of blighter about 20ish worked in close. I knew that if I got in with them then I would get what I wanted. I moved closer. Suddenly Maroon 5- move like a Michael Philip Jagger. My best-loved song. Pete had bluntly requested it for me because ten seconds later there was a cry out from the decks.

‘ This is a monumental shout out from the boss, the little girl with Black person ballet skirt and the low cut top dancing. GET THOSE GUYS'

Deep embarrassment spread across my boldness. But that did it. The boys surrounded me in seconds and were trying to show off they're dancing. But soon I was getting down to line of work. The grandiloquent, Ed, soon had his arms around my waistline and mine were wrapped around his neck. He was a tad unforesightful than me, but I reasoned without my dog I was shorter.

After a couple of songs I needed a drink and decided that these heels were on the poor position of killing me. Ed must have thought the Lapp because he whispered in a slurred voice…

‘ feeling babes I need a crapulence what do you want ?'
‘ Its ok I'll get it… I've got a tab running'( its only a piddling lie )
‘ Well if your for certain I'll have a Stephen Foster sweetie but I'm coming to !'
‘ Ok'
And soon we were dragging each other through the crowd.

‘ Lydia ! Lydia ! OI !'
‘ Sorry Lexi common ?'
‘ Sort of Foster and mine please'
‘ No P….'
‘ Shhh I'm working the crowd and I've accost one !'

I quickly handed Ed his drinkable had a couple of gulps.
‘ Lexi'
‘ Ed'
‘ Have you ever been upstairs its boozer up there. My sister's best mate designed'
‘ Erm yeah once or twice why ?'
‘ Oh I have free rank because of Mol, my baby I mean, and I was wondering do you need to go up.'
‘ Yeah why not'

horseshit ! He wouldn't pay of course he wouldn't as I had got Molly 3 complimentary memberships.
molly.
James.
Her brother.
Her chum being Ed.





parting 2 to come .