Free Outstripped by T.C. Avery

physical contact either.
    Bill was
enjoying the special treatment. Then Jody's name was announced, and the lights
dimmed a little.
    On she
came to Joe Cocker and “You can leave your hat on”.
    A little passé in strip clubs, but ‘just the ticket’ for Bill.
    Wearing
a Trilby, a trench coat, seams, black high heels and nothing else that was
discernible, she sauntered to her spot and began.
    The big,
brassy, bold, mid tempo rock anthem, famous for the striptease scene in '9 and
1/2 Weeks' was now getting the bold, brassy, hip temptress treatment from Jody.
This was all class and a great deal more 'ass' was in store than the film dared
to display.
    Rachael, who had been standing beside Bill's Couch playing with his
hair, made to sit down, and got him and Lucy to 'budge up' so she could squeeze
on the end. They obliged and quickly
returned their attentions to the show. Rachael had seen it before and, although
she was always impressed, she had impressions of her own to make.
    Jody's
trench coat was now lying somewhere at the back of the stage and she was
synching and timing and calculating the removal of an evening wear ensemble
reminiscent of the big budget Hollywood musicals of the 1950's.
      A short stool slid onto the stage and arrested
itself beside Jody. She raised a leg and placed one foot on it. With high
bended knee her skirt slid down her thigh and she traced her fingers from
either side of her heeled foot all the way to her near exposed crotch. Bill was
treated simultaneously to a like-wise experience along his own legs. Rachael
and Lucy had let their fingers loose on him. He didn't know whether to pay
attention to them or to Jody.
    Rachael
lifted his chin and pointed his face in the direction of the stage then
returned her own attentions to the rest of him. Stroking and caressing, then
rubbing and squeezing, there were no arguments over this clothed ‘ménage a trois’
from Bill.
    The
skirt came off revealing dancers' tights and knickers. The
bustier followed suit exposing a tightly filled black bra. Bill's
companions were now running their nails all over him. Chest, sides, legs, arms.
Then one of them cupped his balls while the other grabbed his cock. Clearly it
felt good, but what he really felt like was ripping his trousers off and letting
them get the job done properly. Trouble was, though, this was still a public
arena.
    Jody was
getting to her 'naughty bits'. She peeled off the knickers and hosiery. She
released her incredible treasure chest and to a chorus of approval she teased
off her g-string. She still had her hat on of course!
    Bill had
now seen what all the fuss was about. He realized she was in a league of her
own, and he couldn't wait for desserts.
    A few
minutes later Jody joined her V.I.P. voyeurs. She'd put her g-string and bra
back on and came over to stand before the threesome.
    "Seen
enough? Are we even yet?" She asked.
    "Almost,"
he said "What about a little more privacy. I think you should finish what
you've started."
    Jody
smiled, put her index finger to her lip then extended a hand to him. Like a
little child, Bill allowed her to lead him away to somewhere else, for
something good, he hoped. Rachael and Lucy jumped to their feet and giggling
like schoolgirls they followed behind.
    Through the side hallway and up the stairs to the second door on the
left. The club music accompanied them all the way but
disappeared on entering their private chambers. Background music greeted them
and Lucy obliged in sorting out something a little more suitable for the mood.
    Alannah
Miles, “Black Velvet”, O.M.G.
    The room
was very tastefully done in the best of bachelor pad decor with a huge bed at
one end. To the side of the room there was a large couch with a matching
circular ottoman in front, beyond which was a mini stage and pole. The lights
were dimmed sufficiently and Jody sat Bill down on the Couch for what he
expected to be a rather more explicit version of what he'd just