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Her appearance tonight demanded attention. In the dusky evening light, I snatched glances at her to check that it was still Brigitte underneath. She put so much care into her appearance, I felt a fraud in my freshly-pressed trousers and a linen white shirt. I made an effort with a close shave and polished my best shoes but it was not’t the same.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Brigitte stared coolly ahead. A waft of her perfume caught the breeze through the open quarter-light.  The evocative musk completed the rout of my senses and I had to concentrate harder to drive.  Tonight, she looked incredible, dressed in a tight wraparound dress as dark as a raven’s wing. Her long blonde hair kempt into luxurious trestles shimmered in the low sun. Painted crimson lips and dusky eye shadow propelled her from young woman to sensual vamp.

Used to frequenting pubs for a few beers, getting lucky was the best outcome I could expect. More often than not, my only company on the way home was a bag of chips. Transforming ourselves into two grown-ups, this was different, we were going to a ‘cabaret’ bar in town. 

In all honesty, I was not quite sure what to expect. ‘Town’ was a middling sized municipality to thirty thousand people, a place for which the word ‘provincial’ was made. Called Club Bisou or the ‘Kiss Club’, Brigitte used to work there.

My curiosity got the better of me, innocuously I thought she had been a barmaid or waitress. Brigitte’s coy avoidance of the subject turned into a playful game of cat and mouse.  Nagging at me relentlessly, her effort to tease me with snippets of her past life, I needed to know.  I knew what that sparkle of mischief in her eyes meant as we took to the ante-garden tucked away at the side of the Chateau. .

Finally stopping, she leant against a stone wall, “Cheri, you know how I get my kicks?”

Brigitte’s desire to exhibit her naked body matched my own; it was our unquenchable need.  As cicada chirped, the air crackled with sexual tension as Brigitte grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me closer.

“And?” I offered.

The subtle caress of her hand lingered over my chest as I watched that sense of power develop on her face.

“Club Bisou? It’s sexual isn’t it?”

Brigitte nodded slowly, the lascivious expression on her face broke into a sensual smile. I looked to her mouth. Biting on her lower lip, Brigitte’s heavy-lidded eyes smouldered with need.

“There was me thinking you were a waitress or barmaid.”

Brigitte shook her head slowly, “Non.”

Pulling me into her, she pressed her thigh against my stiffening length. One solitary kiss ignited our passion. Rubbing her thigh against my surging cock, our kisses became more urgent.  I could not care less that the staff or even my aunt might be milling around and catch us like this.

Brigitte broke from me and with her thumb, she wiped her red lipstick off my lips.  Sensing that the opportunity was drifting away, I knew I had to assert myself.

“What did you do there? Tell me Brigitte.”

Her lips pouted as her eyes locked onto mine, I knew that look and my chest thumped with anticipation

“Jack, I like you a lot and you really want to know."

There was a fragility to her voice and a hint of vulnerability.  I kissed her softly, an act of tenderness to reassure her everything was fine.

"Jack, I took my clothes off for them, every night I entertained them all with my naked body.”

It took my breath away and a tsunami of lust coursed through me.

Pressing my mouth to hers hungrily, she reciprocated readily. Pulling up her skirt, I sank my hand into her panties. With a stifled moan, her juices eased over my fingers as my finger penetrated her. Tugging at the top button of my shorts, she released the fly and they fell to the floor. 

Purring with encouragement, she wrapped one leg around my waist, “You want to take me here you bad, bad boy?”

My strong arm clasped her thigh tightly, my other pulled on her hip. The steel hardness of my length pressed against the soft flare of her stomach.

“Oooh, Jack, so masterful.”

With her hand between us, she pulled at the gusset of her panties and guided me in.  Easing into her, the broiling heat surprised me as I gasped.  On the third thrust, I fully impaled her. Her silked heat clasped me tightly as I watched her features melt.  Each determined thrust swelled the heft of her cleavage trapped in her dress. 

I felt her soft gasps caress my face as our eyes remained locked together.  My hips meshed firmly against her as I bucked slowly.  I felt so hard and swollen, I did not think I would last long.

“You enjoy fucking a stripper then?”

Her words eviscerated me, I moaned, “Yes, yes.”

“It excites you that I made all those cocks hard as they watched me, all those pussies swollen and wet too?”

I had to quicken my tempo, she felt my answer to her question.

“Mmm, does it turns you on that I want them all too?”

I bucked my whole length into her, it knocked the air out of her and I tightened my grip of her body.

“Brigitte, oh fuck!  Yes, yes it does.”

Squeezing her thigh tightly to my waist for leverage, I drove into her harder. The heat all around me, tight and sinewy made my loins ache. My body demanded more as I took her firmly.  Her moans quickened in time with each thrust. Our gasps mixed with the sounds of birds perched around the garden, the soothing breeze did nothing to cool our ardour.

The heat rose between us and released the intensity of her perfume. Peppering my neck with soft sucking kisses, her hands teased my nipples through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.

“Would you like them to watch too? Let them watch as you fuck your whore? Fucking me until I suck the cum from your balls and swallow it all in front of them?”

She was soaking wet and searing hot around me. Sucking on my ear propelled me into her with a strength that forced her to embrace me tightly. Our loins slapped hard against each other as she ground her pubic bone against mine. I pinned her firmly against the walls as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around me.  I lifted her with each hard thrust as I impaled her completely.

“You feel so big and swollen, do it, do it."  Brigitte paused to groan, "Fill your whore with cum.”

Pressed tightly together, her thumping heart pulsed against my body.  It kept time with each thrust as her moans grew louder.  Impaling her, that pulsing hot tension seized my loins. Clattering harder into her, she clung to me tightly as her body started to shudder.

"Do..do it Jack, cum... cum in me."

Tight convulsing spasms slammed against my swollen length as she groaned heavily.  I could feel it, the searing heat that unlocked the tension at the core.  The heavy muscular belts of my climax mixed with hers and we sobbed for air.  The pulsing heat of relief weakening my spasming muscles that made my whole body shake.  I had to squeeze her against the wall to hold her up as I bucked every hard spasm of my spewing cock deep inside her.

“Good boy, good boy, I can feel you cumming in me.”

Still pulsing and panting for breath, we gingerly disentangled ourselves.  Enjoying the warm refractory glow coursing though my body, I remember the moment like it was yesterday. I remember because she placed the most sensual kiss on my lips I had ever felt in my life. I knew at that moment that I loved her.  Why I chose to keep my counsel then, I have no idea. I was young, maybe a little afraid of its overwhelming power.

Cupping her sex with her hand, I wondered what she was doing.

“Help me back into my panties, I want to feel your cum inside me all day.”

Placing the gusset of her panties over her glossy sex, she giggled happily. Smoothing her clothes down, she was the model of propriety once more.

Brigitte gave me a soft kiss, “That really turned you on didn't it?”

“Fuck Brigitte! You bet it did.”

“You bad boy making me go back to work with cum soaked panties. You should be punished for that.”

She span me round against the floor, I nearly tripped as my shorts were round my ankles.  Leant against the wall, I surveyed the short hedges and the rows of roses. I’d forgotten that just anyone could walk into the garden even my aunt. I’d take the risk, my sense of judgment had long since abandoned me.

Brigitte smiled into my eyes and then squatted down.  Looking up at me, she watched my reaction as her warm breath caressed my wet length.  Taking me into her mouth, I ran my hands softly through her hair.  Cleaning the juices of our congress from me and still enflamed by her confession, I hardened easily.

Brigitte stopped and giggled, “You are hard again.”

I was hung on her every word as my body coursed with want. Taking me softly in her hand, she squeezed on my rigid length.

“Sadly, I must get back to work. We’ll talk about this later and I want some more of that.”

Playfully slapping my erection, it swayed as I joined in with her laughter.

“Promises, promises.”

Forming a hard outline in my shorts, I fastened the top button and drew up the fly.  Walking away with a well-oiled gait, she turned to throw me a look. I knew that this was unfinished business.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

As I nurtured 'La Fourgonette' through a tight hairpin bend, it was just that – business to finish. Tonight, we were going back to where Brigitte used to get her exhibitionist kicks and get paid for the pleasure.

Down the long tree lined road, the dusky sky of reds and ochres gave way to dark and starlight. Easing the van around a long sweeping bend, the weak amber glow of street lamps told me we had reached town.

“It is another few kilometres yet, Cheri. You will see the neon sign.”

Taking my hand, she gave it a squeeze.

“You ready for this Jack? I forget that you are young and I worry you might be overwhelmed.”

I laughed, “What was it you said? I have an old soul but a young body?”

Brigitte paused, “Yes, this is true. I want you to have fun and not to be nervous Cheri.”

“I’ll be honest, I have some butterflies but I’m excited.”

Brigitte gave my hand another squeeze.

“My friend is still there too, I cannot wait for you to meet her. I know she will like you.”

“I see.”

She giggled, “She knows we are coming. This is going to be fun.”

I’d underplayed the truth a little, my stomach churned more with anxiety than excitement so I simply nodded and smiled at her. I figured it would be best to let Brigitte talk and settle my nerves.

Her friend Nicolette was a former flatmate and a ‘hostess’ at Club Bisou. They had one thing in common, their love of sexual adventure. When Nicolette wasn’t working, she got her kicks in more ways than just nude sunbathing and sex on the beach. She was more open with her sexuality and joined in with the swingers in their pursuits. Brigitte was not ashamed to admit it, Nicolette was responsible for her sexual awakening.

I eased the window down a bit, my skin felt hot and prickly. The exhilaration of Brigitte’s frank admission was physically obvious too. I shifted in my seat trying to make room for my burgeoning cock.

"You know what swingers do then?"

I had to clear my throat a bit, "I think I do."

Brigitte taunted me with the soft caress of her hand between my legs.

"Maybe we should do it too, would you like that?"

It took all my reserves of concentration to keep us on the road, "Er, yes, yes I would."

Brigitte took her hand away and giggled, "When we are ready, we will.  Don't be nervous Jack, it should be fun."

I smiled and gave a nod of my head, "There is no trying to fool you is there?"

"No Jack, it is okay to be nervous. Just relax and let's have some fun, okay."

I smiled with relief, "Okay."

As I shifted up a gear, something still jarred inside me.  In my limited experience, strip clubs were seedy places filled with the stench of desperation and loneliness. My expectations were not exceeded when pair of neon lips loomed into view. A large neon pink arrow flashed towards a narrow lane from the road.

The van weaved and bobbed a little as I slowly navigated the neglected tarmac. Logic dictated that this would be a strip club in a provincial town with a limited clientele. It was not going to be a cosmopolitan upmarket establishment of tasteful go-go girls, superstar resident DJ and packed with beautiful people there for the racy atmosphere.

Parking ‘La Fourgonette’, I could hear the muffled thump of bass, there were no windows just a slightly tired scarlet façade lit by dim uplighters. A mountain of a man held open the red painted door with a blank expression of ‘don’t fuck with me’ on his face. Pushing through the heavy scarlet velour curtain, it was my first impression that put all my concerns in their place.

The sound was clean and the thump of bass made me tingle inside. The DJ banged out Euro hi-energy disco, it was all the rage, new and exciting. I had never heard it sound so good before, synth with a killer backbeat had the vibe licked. The fixtures and fittings were period pieces from a bygone stylish era. The subdued and tasteful lighting felt warm and welcoming.  It hid the tired décor well, but it lent the place an air of shabby chic and timeless sophistication. 

The crowd seemed to be friendly, a few gave Brigitte admiring glances as she appeared into view. They did not overly stare as they returned to their conversations.  My chest pounded as nerves welled up inside me once again.  Brigitte took my hand and gave it a little squeeze of reassurance.  I felt them fade as I seized the excitement and energy of the club’s atmosphere.

Someone called Antoine introduced himself energetically.  A little overwhelming by his gusto, his greeting was customary, two air kisses for Brigitte and two for me too. Attired in a slim fitting black shirt and trousers, his welcoming bonhomie would put the most reticent at ease. A natural raconteur, my initial reaction led me to think he was wasted on this place.

Brigitte sniggered at his rapid fire French most of which passed me by. I caught only the first snippet of ‘welcome back my friend’. Wrapping an arm around us both, he led us to a half-circle booth with a round table in its middle.

What came next was something of a blur. First, a rich and musky perfume took me by surprise, next, firm flesh pressed against me with two hands on my waist...

“Enchante.”

Two hastily delivered kisses on my cheeks and this living tornado of a woman introduced herself.

“I’m Nicolette.”

“Oh hello.”

I paused and Brigitte gave me a nudge, it was obvious I was stunned.

“Sorry, I’m Jack.”

Brunette with long flowing locks, she was tall and athletic. Blessed with a dancer’s body, I was lost in her intensely dark eyes and a smoky sensual appearance. Clad in a tour-de-force of costume jewels and sequins, the sheer black stocking leotard preserved what little modesty needed protection.

Everything around me seemed to disappear for a moment, I felt captivated by Nicolette's raw sex appeal.

Brigitte had to give me another nudge, “Jack? Drinks?”

“Huh, sorry? I’ll have what Brigitte is having. Erm, what are you having?”

Brigitte giggled, “Vodka lime and soda.”

“Yes, that would be great.”

Antoine took my hand with both of his and shook it excitedly.

“Thank you for bringing her back to us Jack. To see Brigitte here again is a treat. Please, drinks on the house all night for you both, I insist!”

“Thank you, I admit I am a little overwhelmed, this a fantastic place you have here.”

Nicolette’s mouth broke into a bright smile as Antoine laughed.

“Thank you, now enjoy mes amis. I beg you excuse me, it’s a big party night and I have guests to amuse.”

I was still a little taken aback by his generosity, “I hope we are not intruding.”

Nicolette, Brigitte and Antoine laughed at the same time. I was completely flummoxed.

“No, not at all, very far from it,” added Brigitte kissing me on the cheek.

Nicolette took away the ‘Réservé’ sign from the table. We settled into our seats, they were plush and well sprung. Flanked by lush velour purple curtains, the crescent shaped booth afforded us a great view with a little privacy.

Nicolette blew a kiss at us both, “I will be back soon.”

I watched her move with a swish of her hips, the tight cheeks of her arse swaying with her gait. The DJ upped the tempo a little segueing effortlessly into another track.

Brigitte squeezed my hand to get my attention, “I knew you would like her.”

“She is quite a woman.”

As a waitress placed three drinks on the table, I thought it was a mistake and Brigitte immediately picked up on my sense of confusion.

“One is for Nicolette, she is coming to join us.”

“Oh.”

For the first hour, I admit to putting an extra drink or two away as Nicolette, Brigitte and I chatted animatedly. It was clear they were good friends and had not seen each other for a while. They were gracious enough to speak in English for me. The bubble of chatter mixed with the thumping breakbeat of the music, it was a little difficult to be heard but not impossible.

Enjoying the zesty bite of the lime and tonic, the vodka soothed away my remaining nerves.  It was nothing that I had expected, it was friendly, and the atmosphere was electric.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

I watched as Brigitte made her way through the seated tables, I assumed she was off to the loo.

Nicolette sat back and stretched out her arms resting them along the tops of seat backs. I couldn’t help it, I had to admire her body.  The vodka had loosened my sense of propriety. Trying to maintain eye contact was impossible, the curves of her breasts pressed down by the tight sheer leotard were irresistible. Nicolette did not seem to mind, there was a smile on her face as my eyes finally returned to her face.

“Thank you for bringing her back to us Jack.”

“Really, it’s fine. Brigitte never did reveal why she stopped working here.”

Nicolette maintained her eye contact as she took a sip from her drink.

“Well, she made a compromise for a man she met. Some people understand, some don’t.”

I paused for a moment, “As in open-minded?”

With a smile, Nicolette nodded, “Indeed. When that relationship ended, she wanted to leave her job at the Chateau. She wanted to come back here but then the owner died suddenly and so she stayed to look after his wife.”

“Yes, that was my Uncle Patrick.”

“My condolences,”  Nicolette's tone was suddenly sincere.

I felt the need to lift the mood immediately, “Oh, it’s okay. I didn’t really know him that well. My aunt is getting over it and that's the main thing.”

“I see, well Brigitte stayed to look after her. She has a kind heart.”

I smiled warmly at Nicolette, “She does, I am a lucky man.”

“You must be special if she would bring you here. A man that understands her.”

I knew what that meant and the alcohol had given me courage, “I understand completely.”

Placing her drink onto the table, her hand reached out towards mine. She caressed her fingers over my own. Bewitched as I looked into her sultry eyes, I didn’t withdraw my hand.

“Then you know Brigitte very well, I know you will like it here.”

“I already do.”

“I like you here too.”

The lights dimmed and stopped our conversation in its tracks.  I felt a little annoyed but Nicolette patted the spot next to her.

She leant in close to my ear and whispered, "It's time for our first act."

Spotlights hit the disco glitter balls in the ceiling. A myriad of rainbow colours bathed the expansive room with slow moving twinkles of light. As the music softly transformed into a playful funk rhythm, a spotlight illuminated a spot on the stage and a solitary figure stepped into it.

I remember that feeling of surprise seeing Brigitte up there. Wearing nothing but diamonds of sheer fabric, they seemed to be stuck to her body. A fan made them billow and swirls of light revealed teasing glimpses of her naked body underneath.

Holding my chin, Nicolette placed a single soft kiss on my lips. I don’t know if I reciprocated or not, I remember them being so soft and inviting.

“Enjoy this. Brigitte wanted you to see it.”

Light-headed with the effects of her kiss and the vodka, I relaxed into the plush seat.   The tempo of the music built and Brigitte turned and pushed out her behind. Timing her movements with the swirling cacophony of electronic timpanis, her hips made slow provocative circles. Raising her arms skywards, it stretched out every curve of her body as the light blasted through the sheer material showing off her whole body.

I felt Nicolette’s hand massaging the crotch of my trousers. Throwing a shocked look at her, she winked, “This is to make it even more special.”

Disappearing under the table, I felt her unzip my trousers.  I scanned the room, there were no eyes on us, they were engrossed in the stripper - my girlfriend.  Nicolette's warm hand took out my stiffening cock, a few seconds later the warmth of her mouth took me deeply. I couldn’t help but gripped at the seat and groan. Looking down, her head bobbed slowly as her velvet mouth sunk took more and more of my length.

I struggled not to close my eyes as Nicolette's luscious mouth worked its magic. Brigitte moved slowly with a languid rhythm that held me captivated. Nicolette’s mouth took me slowly, a sublime pleasure but not enough to draw out my climax.

Brigitte danced as if no-one was here, just her and the syncopating music. Remote and aloof, it added to the intensity of her public seduction of the crowd.  For the briefest of moments, Brigitte’s bare sex came into view as the random swirls of air and light taunted us all. One by one, she threw off the patches stuck to her body to reveal more bare flesh.

Exposing the undersides of her full breasts, the soft breeze occasionally revealed them to a ripple of applause from the audience. Removing the last patches that covered them, she raised her arms upwards and span around to hide them first and then span around again to reveal them.  A ripple of applause mixed with the fizz of the spirited trebles and mid-ranges.  

Brigitte paused with her hands on her hips, she threw out a hip and straightened out one leg taut.  The applause built until she span around and bend over to reveal her taut behind and the curves of her stretched flanks.

Nicolette’s mouth captured my entire length and my muscles cramped hard. I could feel her breathing at the root of my cock, the sensation conspired with what my eyes could see. Visually and aurally overwhelmed, my body coursed with an animal need for relief.  I could feel the pressure swelling in my loins; Nicolette's skillful mouth could feel it too and she backed off.

Each time, Brigitte moved to tease us all with hints of the bare flesh that laid hidden from view.  She cast off another patch of fabric slowly with an almost casual indifference. Showing us all the before and then after, she discarded each patch as the last vestiges of her modesty taunted us. Repeating this act again and again, she kept perfect time with the pulsing rhythm.  Her shapely calves and thighs tightened as she danced.  Her undulating hips flexed the taut muscles of her abdomen.  The last patch at the front denied all a view of her sex.

I yearned to see it and sense the crowd's reaction. Lurching hard in Nicolette’s mouth, my balls began to ache. Each time I throbbed, she bit down softly on my length and held me back.

Casting the last squares of fabric aside front and back, she held them up with her hands for a moment.  Completely naked, she paused to give everyone a good look and let them fall slowly to the floor.  With her hands on her hips, her legs apart, she held the crowd in awe. Her pose of feminine power drew acclaim from the crowd with loud peals of applause.  The giddy swirl of lights caught the definition of her feminine body.  With a flick of her hair, she moved again taking exaggerated steps and forced her hips to sway seductively.  

She turned, bent down and clasped her ankles with her legs apart.  The cushion of her smooth vulva displayed to everyone brought whoops from the crowd.  Swaying her hips, she thrusted out her behind as she bent and straightened her knees.

I thought I was going to cum there and then as I bucked myself for relief into Nicolette's mouth.  She pressed down with her hands and eased up until my hips stopped. 

Brigitte stepped from the stage as she danced through the seated crowd.  Our eyes met and an almost imperceptible smile eased over her face.  Close, she leant forwards and locked her elbows as she gripped the edge of the table. I was with her now, it felt like Nicolette, Brigitte and I were the only people in the club. Her full breasts with tight erect nipples swayed with the motion of her hips. Pushing out her behind with her legs apart, it was clear she was taunting them with a view denied to me.

Brigitte pouted and her eyelids narrowed, she opened her mouth a little and pressed her tongue repeatedly against the inside of her mouth.  I nodded slowly, the knowledge that she knew what Nicolette was doing savaged my insides.  She winked at me and blew me a kiss as her hips kept time with the music. Lifting herself from the table in an explosion of sinews and muscles, Brigitte turned tail.

The tight peach of her arse came into view.  Pulling at her behind with her hands, she revealed the cushion of her vulva and the fine lips of her sex. Clamped firmly in place glittered a glass jewel hiding the tight entrance of her arse. The view ravaged me hard, I knew why it was there. The deviancy of its purpose surged through me. I’d never fucked her there and that deep knot of muscle at my core coiled up tight. It took the breath clean out of me and left me panting. I wanted to debauch Brigitte for her brazenness, I wanted to fuck her there right now. I wasn’t sure what aroused me more, seeing it for myself or the fact that everyone else had seen it first.

Beads of sweat formed on my brow as I struggled to contain the need to writhe. Nicolette felt my reaction, her attention on my cock increased and I gripped at the seat backs to hold it together. I craved the need to fuck and could feel the heat rearing up viciously inside me. The need to release was surged forward and ratcheted up the pressure to unload my balls and explode in climax...

Brigitte flipped around again and gripped the opposite side of the table. Her eyes were fixed on mine, she knew I was close. Blowing me another kiss, her lips creased into a smile. With a louche movement of her undulating hips, she simulated fucking me.  I yearned to touch her body, I burned for her as Nicolette's mouth sucked harder on my cock.

Clutching at her breasts, Brigitte ground her sex against the imaginary cock fucking her. Her hands began to roam, her hips swayed as the metronome to the heavy thick bass line. The sparkle of prismatic light danced over her skin.  I could not tear my eyes from her as she taunted my body 

Taking two fingers she sucked on them slowly as she watched my fevered reaction.  Tracing them slowly down the full length of her body, they disappeared from view.  As she pouted, her eye heavy, she pressed them inside.  Slowly she fucked herself before me, people were peering around to watch her violate herself.

My stomach churned as my cock throbbed hard. Nicolette bore down on its entire whole length.  My legs shook as a surge of electricity crackled through my entire body. The dam broke as all the tension vented as I braced myself against the edge of the table.

I bit my lip hard to stifle my groans as my cock throbbed and pulsed in the warmth of Nicolette’s mouth.  Brigitte leered at me as she continued her carnal display.   She knew I was coming the look on my face said it all.  Pulsing hard, I lost count at how many time I shot my load into Nicolette's waiting mouth.  Brigitte withdrew her soaked fingers from her sex and slid them into her mouth.

I wiped at the sweat on my forehead with my hand and savoured the warm feeling of blessed relief as my cock softly spasmed. Brigitte smiled widely and winked at me.  The music slowly petered out and Brigitte stiffed her arms and sprang off the table.  Moving with grace and speed, the spotlight tracked her as she pranced between the tables towards the side of the expansive room.   An energetic ripple of applause and whoops filled the air.  A side door hidden by strings of wooden beads flapped in the air as she exited the room.

Nicolette appeared from under the table and sat alongside me.  She dabbed at her lips nonchalantly with a napkin as if she had just finished her entrée. Still stunned in a post-orgasmic haze, she pulled on my chin and pressed her lips sensuously against mine.

I reciprocated easily and pressed my hand against the soft cushion of her full breast. As we kissed, my hand slowly eased down her taut body and rested between her legs, she felt so hot there.

"Mmm, Jack."

She took my hand and slowly sucked on one of my fingers. Looking me squarely in the eye, she placed my hand back onto the table.

“Did you enjoy that?”

I nodded and croaked, “Yes.”

I admit that was all I could manage. Choked with incredulity and gratitude, words felt impossible. I took a slug of my drink to wet my throat. 

“You have a nice cock, strong and thick. I can see why Brigitte wants you.”

“Erm, thanks. Err, thank you.”

Dumbfounded by the novelty of what I had experienced and witnessed, I had no idea how to behave.  I felt caught between a need to be grateful or casual and Nicolette behaved as if this was no big deal.  Surveying the club, the throng of guests fizzed with laughter and conversation.  Brigitte's act was now a mere memory and I indulged myself in how it could have aroused them all. I wondered if anyone had noticed what was being done to me too.  Irrationally perhaps, I feared that this was no way to behave here.

Nicolette could sense my concern as she pulled on my chin to look at her, “People come here from the naturist resort and other towns and we surpass their expectations.”

I blew out my cheeks, “I think you already have done that to me.”

Nicolette giggled and my flustered face smiled in return.  Back on her wavelength, I felt I had learned something important, to be casual but I figured that would take the experience that I lacked.  Nicolette took my cock in her hand as looked me firmly in the eyes.

Slowly stroking it, the embers of the fire inside burst back into life, “She is a good dancer isn’t she?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Would you like to know where she has gone now, Jack?”

My concern evaporated, “Yes, I would.”

"Come, let's go and find her.  She wants me to watch you fucking, I want to see that too."

I felt my eyes widen and I could not help it, "Oh," was all I could manage.

I must have looked a little disappointed, I wanted Nicolette too as her hand squeezed my burgeoning length. She caressed my face with her soft hand, "I will only watch this time mon cheri.  Brigitte said you would be nervous coming here, we want you at your best, not your nervous worst."

I smiled and Nicolette reciprocated, I shrugged and nodded my head.  I admit I felt a sense of relief.

"See?" added Nicolette, "When we eat you alive, you will burn for it and you will be unafraid.  I think you are ready for her now, let's go and find her."

I wriggled a little to contain my hard cock in my trousers and zip them closed.

She stood and flattened down her tight fitting outfit and led me by the hand to the beaded doorway.  Weaving our way around the tables, we progressed unnoticed.  My throat felt dry with excitement and my body craved Brigitte's touch.  The idea of fucking in front of a solitary voyeur made my insides churn with excitement.  Whatever Brigitte has concocted, I wanted more and embraced the overwhelming need to play my part in whatever she came up with next...