The Cliterati Ch. 03: Party

It's an unremarkable black door at the top of 3 stone steps. The paintwork gleams, the brass fittings are highly polished and thousands of Londoners pass by without a glance in its direction every working day. If you ever walk the network of side-streets between St. Pancras Station and The British Museum, perhaps you're one of them. Or maybe you're one of the few that notices the nameplate on the wall, in the same highly polished brass, with the acronym 'N-S L E C' engraved on it and wonders about the hyphen.

The door never opens during the day and the street, which contains few houses, is usually deserted at night. So, the irregular procession of limousines which pull up outside on certain evenings do so largely unnoticed - which suits the well-dressed, masked women inside perfectly. As they emerge from behind tinted windows, the black door opens, throwing a red-orange glow out onto the street. There's the click of heels on stone steps, the women enter and then the door closes behind them, until the next plush vehicle glides down the street.

On a warm May evening, one of these limousines contained Kate, Sian and Sophie, 3 of the nation's favourite newsreaders, plus Kylie, Megan and Julia. The vehicle was awash with a mixture of excitement and nervousness - virtually all of the latter emanating from Julia. She smiled and laughed at the in-car chatter, but her heart was pounding and her throat was dry. 'How on earth have I ended up in a limo on its way to a high class lesbian sex club, with my friend Megan, 3 television goddesses and a rising-star reporter?' was the question that kept running through her head.

Had she asked the question out loud, the other women could have told her and Julia would have been amazed at the sequence of events that ended with her sitting in the car.

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** 6 weeks earlier **

It was Kate that first suggested Julia's name as a possible recruit. She and her fellow newsreaders were in Sophie's London flat, helping Megan celebrate her birthday. Over the previous 2 hours all three of them had fingered, licked and then fucked the young make-up artist with a strap-on dildo (the 'associate member of the group' as Sian had nicknamed it). After Megan's 6th orgasm she'd collapsed in a sweaty heap at the end of the bed and was now dozing. The 3 newsreaders were lounging around naked - stroking, kissing and chatting.

"Really?" Sophie had a look of disbelief on her face.

Kate was equally incredulous. "You don't fancy her? The English Rose complexion, long legs, curly blonde hair and blue eyes don't do it for you? She's adorable."

"Oh don't get me wrong, she's gorgeous. I just don't think she'd go for it - she's so shy and nervous. I think she'd run a mile if we approached her."

"Well, I think she has... hidden depths."

"... Of girl-girl depravity?"

"Yes - don't forget I've seen more of her than you have recently."

They all knew Julia reasonably well and liked her enormously - as an intern she'd been incredibly helpful, always seeming to anticipate their needs and never cracking under pressure. She'd also played an unwitting role in Kylie's recruitment several months earlier. As a chaperone for the day, it was Julia who'd knocked on the green room door and led the reporter into her interview with the newsreaders.

So, they'd been delighted when her competence and hard work had recently been rewarded with a full-time job as a researcher and Julia's first assignment was assisting Kate with a special report. The two had spent a lot of time together poring over archive documents and old photographs in recent weeks.

Sophie deferred to her friend's greater knowledge. "Ok, if you think it's a realistic possibility, I'm in. How do you suggest we go about it? Sian, what do you think - any objections?"

Sian had a wicked grin on her face. "Far from it - she's lovely. And as to how - why don't we invite her to the party?"

For a moment, Sophie's face carried the same look of disbelief, but as her brain processed the suggestion she realised that it made perfect sense. If you're trying to recruit a young woman into a life of pussy eating debauchery, then a private party in a high-class lesbian sex club is really the natural place to do it. She could tell from the smile on Kate's face that the idea appealed to her as well.

Sophie nodded her tentative approval. "Ok, but that's very direct - if we're wrong about her it might end in tears... or if we're very wrong, the tabloids!"

Sian thought for a moment and then fleshed out her plan. "Megan can invite her - they're friends, so it'll sound more natural coming from her. She can tell Julia exactly what the club is like - that it's very elegant, sophisticated and exclusive, but with live lesbian sex shows. That gives our shy young friend a chance to say 'that's a bit weird - thanks, but no thanks'. Megan can't tell her what happens after the stage performance is over though. So, if Julia accepts, we won't know how she's going to react when we get to that part of the evening. It's a risk - we'll be exposed, probably quite literally, but I like the idea of not knowing and living a little dangerously, don't you?"

Kate nodded her assent, but Sophie wasn't convinced. "I don't know - if we're going to make the first move I'd like to know a little more about her."

"Hold on, I haven't finished yet!" Sian stroked her friend's thigh reassuringly. "We need to test her beforehand - present her with a situation that's worth gossiping about and see what she does. Kate, she's always in and out of your office at the moment - do you think you could oblige with something slightly scandalous?"

"Oh, absolutely - leave it to me."

"Great - then we'll just need to put temptation in her path." Sian gently kicked Megan's bottom.

"No more - not yet... tired." the young make-up artist mumbled.

Sian kicked again. "Wake-up Megan. Are you still friends with that tabloid journalist?"

Like a cat rudely interrupted from sleep, Megan half-opened an eye. "Melissa? Kind of, but I've spent the last 9 months avoiding her. All she ever does is ask me whether I've got any celebrity dirt to dish."

"Perfect - you need to stop ignoring her and arrange to go out for drinks. Julia will be going as well."

Megan was wide awake now. "Ok... wait, what? Have I missed something?"

Sian gently worked her big toe between the cheeks of Megan's bottom. "Don't worry - we'll explain everything after your next birthday present. Are you happy with the plan now Sophie?"

The blonde newsreader smiled and nodded as she began to run a big toe up and down the birthday girl's spine. "Yes, let's do it."

Kate set one of her big toes to stroking the sensitive skin behind Megan's knee. "6 weeks and counting!"

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** 4 weeks earlier **

Julia reached the door and curled her free hand into a fist before reminding herself what Kate had said about not needing to knock. She appreciated the friendly informality, but still wasn't used to it. The door knob turned in her hand and with a push the researcher stepped inside.

All the offices on the 6th floor had an inner lobby, which hid Kate from immediate view. Three quick paces later Julia stepped out into the main body of the room and stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh!" was all she could manage by way of speech.

Kate was sprawled in an office chair, her legs hooked over its arms, eyes glued to a laptop, headphones in her ears. The newsreader's trademark black trousers were open at the waist and pushed down slightly. Her right hand was plunged into a pair of sheer white knickers. Both breasts were popped out of the silk camisole top she was wearing and her free hand was busy with the left nipple. She looked up at the sound of Julia's voice and managed one more word than the researcher. "Oh... shit!"

Julia only looked for a second before casting her eyes down at the carpet, but the image was instantly seared into her brain, available on instant recall whenever her mind drifted in that direction over the next few weeks. She'd picked up every detail - the fingers buried up to the 2nd knuckle in Kate's pussy, the small, dark pink nipples pinched to erectness, the open-mouthed expression of lust at whatever was on the laptop screen.

Words were flying out of Julia's mouth. "I'm so sorry - I should have knocked... I should have knocked! Stupid, stupid, stupid - just didn't think. Really, really sorry... always wandering in where I'm not expected. Too quiet - should make more noise... louder shoes - must get louder shoes."

It took Kate several attempts to break into the stream of consciousness apology but finally, she got the distraught young woman's attention. "Julia... Julia! It's ok. I thought I'd locked the door - my fault entirely - you weren't to know. It's me that should be apologising. Julia, look at me... please?"

The researcher looked up and met Kate's gaze, face still a little flushed with embarrassment at what she'd walked in on. The scene in front of her had now returned to a semblance of normality. The laptop screen was closed, the headphones sitting on the desk to one side. The newsreader's trousers were fastened and her breasts were back inside the camisole top, although the nipples still jutted against the silk.

Kate smiled reassuringly. "I'm really sorry that you had to walk in on that. It's been a frustrating day - I was in need of some stress relief. It was either alcohol or masturbation and I'm on air later, so... "

Julia nodded and managed the glimmer of a smile. The blush had largely left her cheeks and she managed a coherent sentence for the first time in a while. "I know the feeling - I'm sorry if I've added to your frustration."

"Not at all - stress relief delayed, but not cancelled." Kate let the notion that she'd be wanking herself senseless again once Julia had left the room hang in the air for a second and then added "Are those for me?"

Julia looked confused for a second and then glanced down at the folder in her hand. "... Oh, yes, of course, I'd completely forgotten - more photos from the archive."

Kate leant forward and reached out with the hand that had been exploring her pussy just a minute earlier. As Julia handed the folder over, she couldn't help but notice that the fingers were still glistening. Just for a moment, the image of Kate wanking replayed in her head and she realised that underneath the embarrassment, she was faintly aroused by the episode.

Julia was already backing towards the door. "Right, I'll let you get back to... work. Give me a call if you need anything." The researcher turned towards the door.

"Thanks... Oh, Julia - I'd appreciate it if we could keep this between us."

"Oh, of course - absolutely."

"You're a star - thank you."

-

** 2 weeks earlier **

Megan shared the remains of the Pinot Grigio between the two of them. A third glass sat on the table, empty, with bright red lipstick around the rim. The pub was starting to empty out now, as the post-work drinks crowd headed for home one by one. Julia turned the stem of the wine glass between her fingers, pondering how best to raise the issue that was troubling her.

"Megan, is Melissa a good friend?"

"Not particularly - we were close at University, but we've drifted since. Why do you ask?"

"I... I didn't like her very much. Sorry, that's a terrible thing to say - but she's just so cynical and obsessed with fame. Every time you disappeared to the bar or the loo she asked whether I had any celebrity stories to tell or sell - she wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Don't apologise Julia - there's a reason we've drifted and that's it. That's why I was so glad you could come -it made the whole evening more bearable. I'm sorry she gave you the 3rd degree. What did you tell her?"

"Absolutely nothing - I hate gossip culture and the idea that if you're famous your private life isn't."

"Yeah, me too - you must have seen some sites though - interns and researchers are always in and out of offices and if half the stories I hear are true, then the law of averages says that you'll have seen something on your travels."

"No, nothing - honestly, I have no stories. I'm really that boring."

"You're far from boring Julia. Listen, how do you fancy going to a party at the end of the month?"

-

A sultry, disembodied female voice cut through the back seat chatter in the limousine. "We'll be arriving shortly ladies - please put your masks on."

Julia had been dreading their arrival, but she found that the snug-fitting black eye mask gave her an immediate sense of anonymity and her nervousness eased slightly. She glanced around at the other women as they adjusted and secured their own masks in place - they looked like attendees at a Zorro convention!

The limousine drew to a gentle halt - they'd arrived. There was an expectant hush, footsteps approaching and then the car door opened.

Julia emerged first, her vintage, emerald green, back-less cocktail dress making a pleasant swishing noise against the hold-ups she wore beneath it. The dress was just one of a hundred things she'd worried about in the days leading up to the party, but as soon as she'd got into the car everybody had complemented her on it and she'd relaxed - about that at least.

Kylie and Megan had each chosen Little Black Dresses for the evening - the only obvious difference that Julia could see between them was that Megan had a lot more thigh on show. She'd noticed the look on Sophie's face as the make-up artist crossed and un-crossed her legs during the journey, but couldn't quite decipher its meaning.

Sophie's electric blue dress was calf length, split to the thigh and had a skimpy halter-neck bodice. At the front, it plunged almost to the waist and the thin V of material left the sides of her breasts completely exposed. As they gathered on the pavement Julia noticed that the back of the skirt also formed a V below the small of Sophie's back revealing more than a hint of her bottom.

At first glance, Sian's outfit seemed quite reserved - a red lace knee-length dress, figure hugging, but not skin tight. It wasn't until the dense and intricate pattern in the lace shifted as she turned to talk to Kate or Sophie on either side of her, that Julia noticed the dress had no lining and was intermittently see-through. Sian appeared to be completely naked under the thin material.

The young researcher was intrigued by Sian and Sophie's risqué outfits, but Kate's black jump-suit was actively adding to her nervousness. The trouser section was almost skin-tight to the knee, highlighting her athletic legs and bottom, before flaring out. In contrast, the sleeveless body was backless, loose-fitting and completely transparent. Seated directly opposite each other during the journey, Julia was constantly aware of Kate's breasts - little nipples pressing against the flimsy material whenever the car hit a bump in the road. Images of the previous month's office incident kept popping into the researchers' brain, making her head swim.

The gleaming 'N-S L E C' plate caught Julia's attention as they gathered on the pavement. The same acronym had been printed on one side of the formal invitation she'd been sent. There were many questions she'd chosen not to ask since Megan had told her about the party, because the answers to any of them would only have increased her anxiety. Now seemed like a good time to tick off one of the less nerve-wracking queries.

"So, what does N-S L E C' stand for?"

Sophie was the first to respond. "Non-Stop Lesbian Erotic Cabaret... Soft Cell should sue, not to mention Paul Raymond."

"Ah - well I guessed the 'L' right at least... Soft what - Paul who?"

"Exactly!" said Megan, who had obviously heard the comment before. Kylie looked equally nonplussed.

The newsreaders exchanged exasperated glances. In other circumstances, it might have been a chastening reminder of the 20 or so years age difference between themselves and the 3 younger women. However, the fact that, within a couple of hours, they'd definitely be fucking 2 and hopefully all 3 of them meant that they walked into the orange glow of the club amused, not depressed.

They were greeted at the door, led across a grand entrance hall and down a dimly lit corridor. Julia took in the deep red patterned wall-paper, heavy velvet curtains and ornate, gilt framed portraits - 'very Victorian brothel' she thought. They passed 2 doors before the corridor turned left and the woman leading them swiped a card to open the next. 'Enjoy!' was all she said, extending her arm to guide the group into the room. Julia entered last and the door swung noiselessly shut behind her.

The Victoriana theme continued inside, but with high-tech additions. Chaises-longue and antique sofas were dotted around the large room and there were screens everywhere - built into the walls and hanging from the ceiling. Dominating the centre was what looked like an enormous upholstered coffee table to Julia and one 'wall' of the room was a glazed balcony overlooking a circular stage below. Looking out, she could see other 'boxes' wrapping around the stage, each with a group of masked women drinking and chatting.

Sian interrupted her reverie "Julia, I'd like you to meet Beth - she has the dubious pleasure of tending to our every need this evening." The researcher smiled a nervous greeting at the beautiful woman with long pony-tailed blonde hair.

"Don't be silly Sian - I'm looking forward to it immensely, as always. Julia, it's a pleasure - what a beautiful dress. If you need anything at all this evening, just ask. Champagne?"

Julia gratefully took the offered glass and quickly drained it. Added to some champagne in the limousine and the nerve-calming vodka she'd drunk whilst getting dressed for the party, it triggered a pleasing buzz. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly - for the first time that evening, Julia felt relaxed.

"First time at the club?" Julia's eyes opened at the sound of Beth's voice. Sian had wandered off, and the tall, elegant hostess was smiling, her sparkling blue eyes focussed on the empty glass.

"Yes - what gave me away?" She tipped the empty champagne glass upside-down and beamed a more confident smile at Beth.

"Don't worry, once the evening gets underway new guests usually relax pretty quickly." Beth was happy to see that the 'deer in the headlights' look that Julia had been unable to hide when they were first introduced, was fading.

The two women chatted amiably for a while. The hostess was happy to talk about her work at the club and Julia got answers to some of the questions that she hadn't felt comfortable asking her fellow partygoers. Beth was recounting the history of the building when the screen directly behind her head came to life and film of a dark-haired woman eating another's pussy started to play.

Julia tried to concentrate on Beth's history lesson, but she was distracted by the women cavorting in the background. It was unlike any porn that she'd seen before, much more intense and enthusiastic. The dark-haired woman was sat on the floor between the others legs. Her whole face was buried in the woman's pussy and she was fucking herself with a couple of fingers, legs splayed open.

Julia reminded herself that she was straight. She knew this because she'd had sex with men and never had, or seriously considered having, sex with a woman. Over the last few weeks 'I'm straight' had become a litany that she'd repeated whenever thoughts of Kate's nipples or juicy fingers had popped into her head. She'd even said it out loud 5 or 6 times to the image in the mirror, whilst doing her make-up earlier that evening.

Porn was a different matter though. She'd never watched any until a boyfriend suggested it as foreplay one evening. The boy-girl scenes had bored her - she struggled to stay awake, let alone become aroused. All that changed when the solitary girl-girl scene on the DVD started playing. As it drew to a close 15 minutes later she was in a frenzy, wanking her boyfriend's cock with one hand and herself with the other. Now, the most amazing girl-girl porn she'd ever seen was playing behind the woman who was telling her what the building had been used for in World War II. Julia was feeling nervous again - anxious at how aroused she was becoming.
Beth noticed the distracted expression on Julia's face and the slight movement of her eyes from side-to-side. She turned to face the screen herself - "Ah, its Marie that's got your attention. She's a club favourite... not hard to see why. This was last week's party. You're in luck, she's performing tonight as well."

"This was shot at a party here?" Julia had a look on her face that was a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Uh-huh. They edit the best live camera feeds and use the footage as... background music. I remember this one very well - it's my pussy that's being devoured."

Julia looked at the screen again. She'd been so intent on the face doing all the work and the beautiful wet hole which opened up with each stroke of Marie's tongue, that she hadn't noticed the other face in the shot. It was slightly out of focus, contorted in ecstasy and thrashing from side to side, but it was definitely Beth.

Julia knew she was blushing, but managed to meet Beth's smiling gaze rather than staring at the floor. "Sorry, I... I didn't recognise... you look... "

Beth was laughing gently - "I barely recognise myself - Marie was driving me insane... oh, show-time! I need to make sure everybody has drinks and anything else they might need - please excuse me. I'll see you later."

A microphone descended from the ceiling and a woman crossed the stage to meet it. In a quiet, understated voice she announced - "Ladies, for your entertainment this evening - a brief encounter." As the MC made her exit the stage lights dimmed. There were whoops and cheers from the audience, as each group headed for their respective balconies.

Julia managed a smile as Megan shouted "Here we go!" over the din as the lights came up, but her heart was pounding again as she took up a place overlooking the darkened stage. She glanced at her watch and was amazed to find that it was gone 9 - they'd already been in the club for an hour.

The set was simple - just a couple of bench seats and a doorway with windows either side, but Julia could tell immediately that it represented an old fashioned train compartment. Two women, a blonde and Marie, sat facing each other and leaning in the doorway was a female conductor checking their tickets. The blonde was wearing a summer dress and bright red lipstick, long loose curls of hair flowing over her shoulders. Marie wore a tight fitting tweed suit topped off with a little hat, complete with feather and her hair was pinned in a tight bun. Julia recognised them as looks straight out of 1940's films. The blonde was Veronica Lake and Marie was Celia Johnson.

The buxom conductor checked their tickets and exchanged pleasantries with the 2 passengers before moving off-stage. There was a brief pause as Marie un-pinned and removed her hat, placing it carefully on the seat to one side. Then, in the blink of an eye, she was out of her seat and kneeling in front of Veronica, gloved hands on the blonde's knees pushing her legs apart.

Veronica glanced nervously towards the doorway. "No, not here, not now - what if she comes back?"

"I don't care. I want you - here and now!" Marie had succeeded in parting the protesting woman's legs far enough that she could shuffle forward between them and let her hands wander along Veronica's thighs, pushing the dress up as they went, exposing stocking tops, suspender belt and knickers to the audience's gaze.

The rotating stage threatened to spoil Julia's view just as Marie's hands met bare thigh, but then she noticed that all the screens directly in front of her were showing the act from every imaginable angle. She focussed on a close-up shot of Marie's hands as they reached Veronica's underwear and her thumbs began to press and squeeze over the blonde's clit. Veronica's half-hearted protests subsided completely as the thumbs went to work.

The nervous researcher felt her own clit responding to what she was watching almost immediately, as Marie's expert fingers slipped inside the legs of Veronica's knickers to do their rubbing. Julia was leaning against one of the posts that supported the glazed balcony and found if she leant back a little and pushed her bum forward she could grind her clit against it, sending little shock-waves of pleasure through her body. She did this several times, increasing the pressure with each subtle push and then stopped, feeling self-conscious. A surreptitious glance down the balcony revealed that her friends eyes were all still fixed on the stage or a screen. Reassured, she began again.

"Unbutton your dress - I want to see your tits."

Marie's voice dragged Julia's eyes back to the stage. Veronica was doing what she was told as the brunette slipped her knickers off and then tugged at the straps of the loose-fitting silk camisole to expose her breasts. The blonde's sense of propriety had now vanished - she lay back in the seat and spread her legs wide apart once the silk underwear was tossed aside.

The brunette took things slowly now - spreading Veronica's pussy with her white-gloved hands, considering what to do with the wet hole she'd opened up, as her fingers continued to massage the blonde's swollen clit. Julia watched on the close-up screen - inches away from Veronica's pussy Marie's mouth opened and a long dribble of saliva ran out of one side. Julia had never seen anything quite like it before - she was literally drooling at the prospect of eating the blonde's pussy. The tempo of her bump and grind routine against the post increased in response.

Marie's pussy licking was all the more exciting experienced live. It was the sounds that really made the difference - Veronica's moans were loud and urgent and the slurping noises created by the brunette's tongue disappearing in and out of the blonde's soaked hole almost matched them for volume. Julia's eyes flitted backwards and forwards from stage to screen depending on which gave the best view.

"Intoxicating isn't it?" Julia knew that it was Kate close behind before the words were whispered in her ear - she could feel the newsreader's erect little nipples against her bare back. She nodded in agreement, but before she could think of anything to say Kate had moved back down to the other end of the balcony. Julia's skin tingled where the nipples had touched and she felt her own stiffen and start to rub against the dress in time with her post rubbing. 'I'm straight, I'm straight, I'm... not quite as straight as I thought.' she murmured.

Julia suddenly remembered that there were other boxes, full of women, watching the show. She was curious to see what they were making of the spectacle and also a little concerned that her clit rubbing would be more obvious from another box. She slowly scanned the balconies wrapped around the stage. There were a few kissing couples, one woman had slipped a hand inside her dress and was subtly brushing a nipple up and down, but most people were just watching with rapt attention.

Then she saw the woman staring straight at her - long black hair tied back in a tight pony-tail, sharp features, long neck, stunning body in a skin-tight white dress and doing the patented Julia clit grind against the post in front of her. She beamed a brilliant white smile when their eyes met, which prompted Julia to blush and look at the floor. Even with a mask on the woman looked really familiar.

"Do you know Kirsty?" Megan asked. Julia turned to face her friend, who sounded a little breathless. The little black dress had somehow ridden up so that it was now barely covering her bottom.

"Is that who it is - from the sports news channel? I thought I recognised her."

Megan smiled. "Anybody that looks familiar here - it's more than likely who you think it is. There's a few of the sports news girls over there. Vicky's in the black dress and Natalie's wearing the purple cat suit... I don't know the people they're with though."

"Oh, I see - but no, I don't know Kirsty, or the other two."

"Well, I think she wants to make friends with you!" And with a wink Megan turned back to the performance on stage.

Julia took a deep breath and looked back over to Kirsty's box. The vision in white was still staring in her direction, lower body swaying backwards and forwards slightly and the broad smile re-appeared when their eyes met. Julia smiled back a shy, crooked grin and started moving again. Her clit was really sensitive now and as it made contact the dart of pleasure turned the crooked smile into a gasp.

She fought the instinct to look away and took in details of her grinding partner. Kirsty's dress was short in the first place and contact with the post had caused it to slip up her thighs, revealing a hint of white thong. The dress material seemed to be vacuum-packed around Kirsty's body, especially her big, rounded breasts. Even from 20 feet away Julia could see her erect nipples shaping the material. For a moment, she pictured herself sucking on them and then a voice reminded her of the show on stage.

"I hope you don't mind if I watch, my dears."

The action had moved on - Julia had been aware of urgent panting followed by quiet pauses on-stage for a couple of minutes now. Pant. Pause. Pant. Pause. Pant. Pause. Marie was sucking hard on Veronica's clit, until she was on the brink of coming, then she'd stop, release her grip, wait a few seconds and start blowing gently over the pink, wet flesh. The blonde was biting down on a finger whenever the warm teasing breath caught her clit.

The voice belonged to the conductor, who was now stood in the doorway with one hand buried in her jacket and the other up her skirt.

Marie lifted her juice-rimmed mouth away from Veronica's pussy and answered in a clipped upper-class voice. "Not at all, but wouldn't you rather suck on her nipples while I finger your cunt?"

There was no argument from the conductor and within moments she was kneeling on the seat next to Veronica, skirt up, knickers down and nibbling hungrily at the blonde's nipples with a couple of Marie's fingers working in and out of her pussy.

Julia's brain was fuddled by lust and alcohol - the on-stage action was becoming a blur. Her nipples and clit were so sensitive - she was only a couple of vigorous thrusts away from having a very public orgasm, just like Veronica writhing around on the seat below. Was everybody else feeling like this?

She continued the gentle grinding, not daring to look at anyone except Kirsty and the threesome being played out below. Things had changed again - the conductor had lost her skirt and was sat on Veronica's face as Marie slowly stripped. Julia looked across to her partner in crime, who mouthed the word 'nice'. What was that about? She looked down and noticed that the gyrating had worked the dress up her thighs, exposing stocking tops and bare flesh above. She didn't make any effort to cover herself.

It felt like seconds had passed, but by the time Julia glanced at the stage again, Marie was stood spread-eagled in the doorway having her pussy eaten by Veronica and her arsehole licked by the conductor. How could that be? She looked at her watch again - it was nearly 10. The performance had been going on for almost an hour! Marie was shouting at Veronica and the conductor to 'bite my clit' and 'stick a finger up my arse'. She was about to come, her face locked in a pre-orgasmic grimace.

Even in her distracted state, Julia noticed that there were fewer people now on the sports news balcony. A quick scan of a couple more boxes revealed a similar thinning of the audience. 'What's going on - surely the evening's just beginning?' her brain screamed. Kirsty was still there, but she was no longer taking any notice of what was going on in the room. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed and Julia could see hands massaging her shoulders and a mop of blonde hair moving around behind the white dress. It looked as though somebody was kissing Kirsty's back and neck.

The disembodied hands moved slowly down, pressing Kirsty's arms to her side and bringing the straps along with them, peeling the dress off. Julia followed the white material, moaning to herself as more and more was revealed - breasts, hips, thong, thighs - and then followed the hands back up as they cupped Kirsty's big tits and tweaked her stiff nipples between their fingers. The sports reporter opened her eyes, fixed them on Julia and smiled, before allowing herself to be dragged off into the semi-darkness at the back of the box.

The 'train compartment' stood empty - Julia had heard but not seen Marie's orgasm - and the balconies in front of her had all cleared as well. Two thoughts struck her almost simultaneously - 'the audience is the show now' and 'what are my friends doing?' A glance up at one of the screens confirmed her first thought, as several women she recognised from the balcony to her right kissed and groped each other at the back of their box. Looking to the right, Julia confirmed her worst fear. She was alone at their balcony.

She turned around slowly.

For a second, Julia registered the scene in front of her as nothing out of the ordinary - Sophie and Megan sitting on a chaise longue chatting. A strange mixture of relief and disappointment flooded her brain. Then she noticed that Megan was sat on Sophie's lap, that her little black dress was rolled up to the waist, that Sophie's left arm was curled over Megan's thigh and that the newsreaders wrist was moving rhythmically between the make-up artists legs.

Then she saw what they were watching.

Julia could only identify Kylie by her shoes, because the reporter was bent double over the back of a sofa she was kneeling on, her head out of sight. The little black dress was gone. She still had her knickers on, but they were half-way down her thighs, presumably pushed there by the hands that now gripped and stroked Kylie's arse cheeks - Kate's hands. She was standing behind the sofa opening both the reporter's holes up for Sian to explore, who was alternating her protruding tongue between the two of them, sliding it deep into Kylie's pussy and then just slipping the tip into her arse. As she leant forward, the red lace dress was stretched taut across her bottom and Julia could make out its contours and the newsreader's hand busily working away at her own clit.

"Remember to breathe." Julia jumped at Beth's voice - she'd forgotten all about her. The hostess was right - she hadn't taken a breath since turning round. She exhaled slowly and then started to breathe more normally.

Beth was very close, almost whispering in her ear. "That's better. Your friends asked me to keep you company for a while - it must be a lot to take in."

"Uh-huh." Julia nodded, but didn't look at Beth - her eyes were still fixed on the sofa in the corner. Deep-down, she'd always known the invitation was to more than just a party, that she was being asked to join... something. Something private. Something secret. She just didn't know what it was - until now. It looked exciting.

"They really hope you'll want to stay and join them, but if it's not for you, there'll be no hard feelings. If you want to leave, there's a limo waiting at the front door. All they ask is that you're discreet about what you've seen... So, do you want to leave?"

"... No... but I'm not really sure what to do."

"They'll be thrilled - so am I." Beth brushed her lips against Julia's ear. "Take your time, there's no rush. Would you like me to help you... pass the time? Give you some ideas?"

"Yes... yes, I'd like that a lot."

In truth, Beth's left hand hadn't waited for Julia's permission - it was already working its way slowly up the slit at the back of her dress, fingers brushing softly against stockings. There was a sharp intake of breath from the researcher as Beth's delicate stroking reached bare flesh and continued upwards, her arm pushing the dress up at the back as it went. Julia leant against the post, shuffling her heels on the wooden floor to open her legs slightly and make sure that nothing would impede the hand's progress. Beth took the hint, cocked her wrist and let the probing fingers rake firmly over Julia's underwear.

The little gasp came from Beth this time. "You're soaked! That post really showed you a good time didn't it."

"You were watching?" There wasn't a hint of nervousness or embarrassment in Julia's voice anymore.

"Uh-huh - sat on the sofa over there, wondering whether I'd get the opportunity to do this... " she pushed firmly upwards. Even over the noise from elsewhere, Julia heard the squelch as knickers and fingers sank into her open hole. She turned her head, searching for and finding Beth's mouth to kiss, breaths coming in little gasps as the flimsy material was mashed around inside her.

Beth eventually broke the long kiss. "Look at those two - Megan must have done a lot of gymnastics in her youth! Her parents would be so glad to know that their money wasn't wasted."

Somehow the make-up artist had turned herself upside-down. Her legs were splayed open, braced on the chaise longue's back and her head was down between Sophie's thighs. The newsreader was busy feasting on the inverted pussy conveniently positioned right in front of her face, sliding her tongue up and down its length.

As Julia watched, she felt one of Beth's long fingers manoeuvring, hooking her knickers out of the way so that the other 2 could slip easily inside her. Moaning quietly at the slow rotating thrusts, she switched her gaze back to the sofa in the corner. Kate was still in the same spot, but Kylie had come up for air and was now greedily sucking on the newsreader's nipples through the top's gauzy material. Every few seconds the reporter turned her head and gave Sian a look of desperate, pleading lust, in time with the 'Associate Member' being slipped in and out of her pussy (the pink strap-on cock had travelled to the party in a large, specially designed clutch bag). The redhead was just teasing with the thick head of the dildo, letting it spread her open, holding it tantalizingly in place for a few seconds and then drawing it back out, leaving Julia with the intoxicating sight of Kylie's open hole where the cock had been.

"Lift your dress" the hostess whispered. The researcher did as she was told, gathering it at the waist, completing the post's earlier efforts at exposing her and displaying her pale thighs and lacy knickers for the room. She couldn't see Beth's fingers sliding in and out, but occasionally they'd appear beneath her and rub juices over her swollen clit. Julia wished that would happen more often, but they seemed intent on just reminding her how sensitive it was from time to time.

Beth was kissing her neck and reading her mind. "I know what you want... you'll have to be patient... just enjoy what I'm doing... I'm going to slip them in deeper now... oh, it's so hot and wet... that's it, work yourself up and down on them... god, you've got half my hand in your hole... "

Julia closed her eyes and concentrated on the filthy commentary. The steady rhythm of Beth's fingers was building her slowly back towards an orgasm. Then there was another voice directly in front of her - "Hi." She opened her eyes - Kate! The newsreader was still dressed, but the top of her trouser-suit was now hanging around her waist - her nipples were still erect and wet from Kylie's tongue.

"I'm so glad you decided to stay! Is Beth looking after you ok? It sounds like she's got you really wet." Julia nodded in mute agreement.

"May I?" Julia looked bemused, but Beth understood. A second later, the fingers that had been in her hole were in Kate's mouth being licked greedily. Satisfied that every trace of pussy had been tasted the newsreader guided the fingers back to where they'd come from.

"Can anyone play?" Kate looked hopefully for an affirmative answer in Julia's eyes. The researcher simply leant forward and kissed the pouting lips in front of her, circling them, tasting herself, before darting her tongue between them. The kiss was long and passionate, tongues swirling everywhere - eventually Julia had to break it off, as Beth's fingers left her gasping for breath.
There was a dream-like quality to Julia's perception of events now. Kate's hands seemed to be moving in slow motion as they pulled her dress straps down - "It seems only fair - you've been staring at my tits all evening." Fingers worked her pert breasts like dough, squeezing the big, puffy nipples into peaks for Kate to suck on. Julia's breathing quickened and her pussy increased its pace on Beth's fingers when the mouth widened and sucked most of her breast in.

One of Kate's fingers was in her mouth - Julia licked and sucked at it, following it with her tongue as it was removed. She noticed that they had an audience now - Sophie and Megan were sat on the chaise longue wanking and watching. They both smiled as the researchers' eyes met theirs and she started to return it, but the wet finger had made its slow-motion journey down to her clit and started rubbing. The fledgling smile transformed into a quiet scream of pleasure.

She wasn't used to having so many things played with at once and the finger on her clit was too much. "Oh god - Yes!" Although it had been building for ages, the orgasm took Julia completely by surprise. She'd never come standing up before and her legs buckled under the sensations, but Beth and Kate managed to support her thrashing body and still keep their fingers and tongues working flat out until Julia cried "No more!" between heaving breaths.

While she recovered, Beth and Kate undressed her, letting their hands play gently over her body as they did so. Dress, knickers and shoes were soon in a pile on the floor, but they left Julia's stockings on, enjoying the contrast of black material and pale skin.

"What would you like to do next?" Kate asked, as she stroked the young woman's curly hair.

Julia had a mental picture of Kate sat on her face, pussy filled up with her tongue, but she didn't feel confident enough yet to suggest it. Instead, words flowed without her really thinking about them. "I really want to be fucked - like Kylie."

The two women had been oblivious to anything except making Julia come, but when they looked over to the corner sofa, it was easy to see why the words had slipped out of her mouth. Sian was working hard - a light sheen of sweat covered her back. The 'Associate Member' was a blur of pink movement as she plunged it repeatedly into the kneeling reporter. Kylie was pushing back, matching Sian thrust for thrust, her face buried in the sofa cushion, her arse glowing red from little smacks and arousal.

Kate smiled at the 'did I really say that?' look on Julia's face. "I think that can be arranged - Beth?"

"Yes, of course... something not too big, but nice and thick - how does that sound Julia?"

"Mmmm... "

While the hostess went dildo-hunting, Kate took the researcher's hand and led her over to Megan and Sophie. Julia's anxiety spiked again as her brain realised what was coming next - 'is it going to be weird kissing Megan... no, apparently not.' The make-up artist had to stand tip-toed, her body pressed against Julia, who instinctively spread her hands over Megan's arse cheeks. It seemed the most natural thing to squeeze them, let her nails dig into the soft flesh and enjoy the mid-kiss intake of breath.

"We're so glad you wanted to stay - come and rest your head here." Sophie was sprawled on the huge 'coffee table' seat in the middle of the room, patting a naked thigh invitingly. Julia perched on her hands and knees to exchange a lingering kiss with the newsreader, giving Megan and Kate a chance to admire her arse and sodden pussy, before rolling on to her back, head nestled on warm flesh.

Sophie leant forward and smoothed her hands over Julia's stomach, down through her pubic hair and back up again. The newsreaders breasts were dangling in Julia's eye-line like ripe fruit - raising her head, she managed to capture one of the long, slender nipples firmly between her lips - she circled her tongue slowly around it before letting the stiff peak slip out as her head sank back onto Sophie's thigh. While Beth and Kate had been driving her crazy, the small part of Julia's brain that wasn't screaming in pleasure had been worrying about whether she'd know how to turn these sexually adventurous women on. The blonde above her grunted with pleasure - "Oh that's good - do it again." As usual, she'd underestimated herself. She reached up and clamped the other nipple gently between her teeth.

A few moments later, Julia saw Beth returning out of the corner of her eye. The slim-hipped hostess had discarded all her clothes and donned a thick black dildo that swung back and forth provocatively as she approached. There was smeared lipstick around her erect nipples - it looked like Megan's colour. As she knelt in front of the 'coffee table', Julia's legs instinctively opened wide in welcome. Beth was just about to flip the top on a bottle of lube when Julia stopped her.

"I don't think you're going to need that."

The blonde glanced down at the researcher's pussy, its long lips moist, shiny and spread in anticipation, framing an equally wet, pink opening. She smiled, nodded, eased the big head of the dildo in and left it sitting in the entrance to Julia's hole.

Julia's breathing came in short gasps. She could feel the head rotating, first one way and then the other. "How... are you... doing... that?"

"Practice - it's all in the hips. Are you ready for the rest of it?"

Julia nodded. Now that Beth had mentioned it, she could see that a subtle hip wiggle preceded each rotation. She didn't get to admire the technique for long though - the first full thrust dragged a long, low moan out of her mouth. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations - a few long, slow strokes would be followed by Beth's rotating trick and then the thrusts would begin again.

In the researcher's experience, cocks had an agenda and they were usually single-minded in its pursuit. Some would make an effort to do interesting things with her pleasure in mind, but that wouldn't last and before long they'd start the inevitable pounding, head-long, spunk rush. This black latex cock was entirely different - every movement was designed to stimulate her and subtle changes from Beth would provoke different sensations. If the hostess leant back and quickened her movements, Julia felt the head rubbing incessantly at her g-spot. If Beth almost withdrew the cock and sank down a little it would stretch Julia's hole open before popping out.

All of this was making her even wetter - the evidence was all over the gleaming dildo as she watched Beth rub the head over her pulsing clit and in the sticky juice trail she could feel running between her arse cheeks.

"I call first lick after Beth!"

Julia looked at Megan and gave her a look which she hoped expressed eager agreement. The make-up artist was stood to one side, two fingers of one hand in her pussy and a finger of the other in her arse. She was watching the dildo at work, transfixed.

"You can't 'call' pussy - but - second!" said Sophie good-naturedly, who had been pinching and flicking Julia's nipples between her fingers and was now in the midst of removing her thigh to let the young woman's head rest on the sofa.

"You'll have to be patient, I'm not going to let her come yet." said the dildo wielding hostess, as she worked just the toy's head rapidly in and out of Julia.

The researcher groaned, both at the quick, piston-like toy movements and the news that she was going to be teased mercilessly. Julia closed her eyes again and let the sensations wash over her for a while. They snapped open when she felt the weight of somebody sliding into place, sitting on her stomach and Kate's voice. "Hello again."

The newsreader was naked now. Finally, after weeks of remembering the briefest glimpse of her pussy, there it was for Julia to admire in the flesh. There was no averting of the eyes this time - she studied the neatly trimmed V of pubic hair and followed it down to where Kate's fingers were busy rubbing hard in large circles.

"Do you want to find out just how wet I've got watching you being fucked?"

So, this was it. Julia nodded, hoping that her nervousness at the prospect of eating another woman's pussy didn't show. It seemed fitting that Kate would be the first. She just wondered whether she'd be able to concentrate with everything that was going on. Despite Beth's best efforts to just tease her, she was going to come again soon.

No, apparently this wasn't it. She watched Kate shuffle forward and stop at the level of her breasts. With both hands, the newsreader slowly spread her pussy and sank down over Julia's left nipple. The wet warmth on her hyper-sensitive skin made Julia gasp and then she felt it spread as the newsreader's hips began to gyrate and push down over her breast.

"How does that feel... your nipple's right in my hole. Shall I do the other one?"

The researcher could only nod again - she was beyond words now. Beth wasn't teasing any more - the entire length of the dildo was sliding in and out to a steady rhythm. The sensations on her nipples and breasts were more subtle - it was almost as though her brain was more excited by where they were than her body was by the stimulation itself, but regardless, they were adding to Julia's feverish pre-orgasmic state. And out of the corner of her eye, she could see Megan and Sophie waiting in the pussy eating queue - the blonde was sat on the floor with the diminutive make-up artist stood over her, fucking Britain's favourite newsreaders' face for all she was worth. There didn't seem to be an inch of Sophie's face that wasn't wet.

"Time for... you to... come again." She looked up at the sound of Kate's breathless voice, who was brushing her own clit over Julia's right nipple as she spoke. Reaching back, she found Julia's with 3 fingers, exposed the sensitive bump with the outer two and began to pluck at it gently with the middle digit.

She didn't come instantaneously this time, but Julia had no idea whether two or twenty minutes passed before she did. In amongst the blur of pleasure little details stood out - her sweat-covered back slipping slightly on the leather upholstery with each of Beth's deep thrusts, the firm grip of the thighs around her body, how warm Kate's arse cheeks were as she cradled them in her hands. Then Julia's body exploded again - her head thrashing from side-to-side, legs trembling, swearing incessantly, fingers digging into Kate's arse.

It was a short, sharp orgasm and the two women responsible didn't make any attempt to prolong it this time. The dildo slipped out, momentarily increasing the little flood of liquid flowing between the breathless woman's arse cheeks and Kate lifted herself off a now very sticky right breast. As Julia's breathing began to slow and the flush left her cheeks, she began to pull Kate forwards.

"Are you sure?" Kate's hopeful eyes looked down from behind their mask.

"Absolutely - honestly, it's all I've really thought about since I caught you playing." Julia could smell the other woman's arousal and realised her mouth was watering.

"I wish you'd said at the time." The newsreader smiled broadly and allowed herself to be eased into position over the up-turned face, until only its eyes remained visible. They were locked on the pussy, poised just inches away, taking in every detail.

It had been an evening of revelations for Julia, but now she hoped it was her turn to spring a surprise. She didn't want to reveal her 'secret weapon' too soon though and spent some time getting to know every wet and sticky inch of Kate she could reach. Little bites to the sensitive skin at the juncture of her thighs, a gentle suck on her lips, a delicate licking of the sensitive skin between her two holes and an occasional lip brush over her clit had the newsreader writhing.

"Oh... you tease!"

The first-time pussy eater gradually became aware that people had stopped what they were doing to watch. Julia had been dimly aware of a screaming orgasm from the other side of the room some time ago. Now Sian was watching proceedings lounged in an armchair sipping champagne from an elegant flute, with the 'Associate Member' hanging incongruously between her legs. Beth had removed her dildo and was leaning against the balcony, fucking herself with it, her glazed eyes focussed on Kate & Julia. Megan and Sophie were still in the pussy eating 'queue', but were both fascinated by what the researcher planned to do next. Kylie was missing - Julia's eyes scanned the room and finally located her on one of the screens, being ravished by 5, or was it 6, women in one of the other boxes.

The evening's latest revelation - Julia was enjoying being the centre of attention. In everyday life she would definitely have described her natural habitat as 'the background', but the evening's events had awakened a previously unknown exhibitionist streak. Her legs were still spread wide as an open invitation to Megan and Sophie. Just in case this was too subtle, Julia's fingers occasionally travelled down to slip in or spread open and show how wet she still was.

She could sense that Kate was desperate for less subtle stimulation, the body above her shifting position, searching for the elusive mouth. Julia's hands took a firm grip on the newsreader's bum and pulled downwards.

"Oh... oh yes... fuck!" Kate stared down with a look of wide-eyed amazement.

"What - what's she doing?" Sophie looked equally surprised at the sudden change of expression on Kate's face.

"Long tongue... really... really long! She's licking my... G-spot!"

It was long. Not quite Gene Simmons length perhaps, but Julia could lick the end of her nose as a party trick and actually get the tip up a nostril at a push, although she kept this information to herself. She'd always thought it would be a great pussy eating tool, but never imagined that she'd put it to the test. Kate's reaction said she'd been right.

It was flexible too - the researcher rotated it first one way and then the other, like a corkscrew, in Kate's mushy hole, drawing further gasps and swearing from above. The newsreader was bearing down, pushing herself into Julia's face, almost smothering it, urging the tongue as far into her pussy as possible.

Julia noticed that Sophie and Megan had disappeared just before she felt movement between her thighs and a tongue in her pussy. It lapped in the researcher's hole with swift cat-like movements, drinking her juices, making more. After a few minutes there was a pause and then a tongue was sweeping over her clit with long, rasping strokes - a different tongue.

Kate seemed to sense that Julia was wondering who was doing what and turned to look. The clit licking tongue was replaced by the hole lapper again, pushed further inside her this time and briefly a finger or thumb.

"That's Megan... and Sophie's thumb... which is now... in Megan's bottom."

The two tongues were making it difficult to focus her attention, but it didn't really matter - Kate's pussy had taken charge and was using most of Julia's face to pleasure itself. The researcher just tried to keep up with the movements above her - one moment the newsreader's clit would be rubbing against her nose, the next over her chin. Every now and again she'd feel a little pre-orgasmic shudder transmitted through the hot thighs against her cheeks.

She'd always liked the taste of her own pussy - finger sucking after masturbating was an enjoyable ritual that often made her start wanking all over again - but this was something else entirely. The taste and aroma were addictive and she couldn't get enough! Julia felt a trickle of moisture roll down her cheek. Sweat? Saliva? Pussy? Probably all three. Then another, running down her neck and forming a little pool at her throat and a third following the mask's edge and down behind her ear. There was too much for even her eager mouth to cope with.

"Can you just... stick your tongue... straight out?" Kate managed to blurt. Her nostrils were flared, eyes glazed, breath ragged.

Julia extended her 'secret weapon' to its full length and let Kate work herself up and down on it to a steady rhythm. There was the sensation of cool air as her tongue briefly emerged and then wet warmth again as it slid back into the slick hole, accompanied by a grunt of pleasure from above. It didn't take long - Julia had expected her to be noisy so the quiet, choked sobs when Kate came were a surprise. But the tightened thigh grip around her face, fervent breast squeezing and grimace of pleasure release on the newsreader's face were a dead giveaway. Finally, the woman hauled herself off Julia's face and collapsed in a breathless heap to one side of her.

"Are... you... ok? Do... you... want... to... rest?" The voice was Sian's, each word followed by a kiss, or a lick of Julia's juicy face.

"... No... no, I'm fine." She was breathless, both from the double tongue assault and being semi-smothered by Kate's pussy.

"Shall... I... introduce... you... to... my... pink... friend... then?"

"Mmmm... yes please." Julia could feel the big dildo brushing against her thigh.

Sian stood to move into position. "I'm not an artist like Beth, I'm afraid. I tend to get a bit carried away when I'm wearing this thing"

"Carried away is just what I need." Juliana spoke as she rolled over and up onto her knees, looking back at Sian. "And I'd like another pussy to eat... please."

Julia registered the grin on Sian's face and watched as she coiled her fingers around the base of the bright pink cock and raised it into position. The researcher let her legs slide open into a wide vee, pushing back as she did so, letting the cock head slip inside. She groaned and turned her head back to find that Sophie had slipped into position under her.

The blonde was working 3 fingers around in her hole and Julia let her continue, enjoying the view, her mouth starting to water again as she listened to the slopping sound Sophie's fingers were making. She wondered what her second pussy of the evening would taste like. A burst of sensation as Sian drove the 'Associate member' deep inside, opened Julia's mouth in a gasp and she had the answer to her question as Sophie slipped the 3 fingers inside for her to suck on. It was different somehow, exotic, almost spicy - moreish.

She lowered her head, pausing to marvel at Sophie's hole opening and closing in anticipation of her tongue. There was a brief sensation of emptiness as the pink dildo slipped out and then her marvelling was interrupted by a forceful thrust from Sian, pushing her face into the hot, wet pussy.

Julia had to agree that the diminutive newsreader didn't have the same dildo skills as Beth, but she did have rhythm! Her pounding strokes were metronomic and as Sophie picked up on the tempo of Julia's tongue, her hips began to thrust back in time against the researchers face. It was all she could do to breathe and moan as she was pushed further and further into Sophie's pussy.

How long this went on for, Julia had no idea - she could only focus on the dildo and lapping Sophie's copious juices out with her long tongue. At some point Sian started spanking her bottom - little sharp slaps on each cheek in turn as the Associate Member was drawn out for another thrust. And then fingers were rubbing her clit in a blur of movement - who was that? Who cares?

She came with a muffled scream of pleasure, her sweat-streaked thighs trembling. Sian just kept slamming the dildo into Julia's twitching pussy and Sophie's hips maintained their thrusting and gyrating against the researcher's face. Like some weird piece of industrial machinery they pushed her backwards and forwards. Julia was exhausted -only the two thrusting women were keeping her upright and locked in place. She was determined to outlast Sian & Sophie, but as another orgasm hit, wondered how much more her body could take.
But it was Sophie who cracked first, her hand pushing against Julia's forehead trying to extract the tongue from her orgasming hole. The researcher opened her eyes and took in the view - Sophie's thrashing body, Megan pulling the newsreaders nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching hard and the mouth that read the autocue in such lilting tones on a daily basis open in a scream of pleasure. She felt Sian's rhythm slow and the big pink cock slip out, smearing juices down her thigh as it went.

"Julia, look!" Megan's finger was pointing at the big screen directly behind Sophie.

At first she didn't recognise the wild-eyed and goatee-bearded face staring back at her - the woman's mask was askew and some of the long blonde curls were matted to her neck. Julia focussed, finally recognising herself and realised that the 'beard' was transparent and flecked with little bubbles. As she smiled at her sex-ravaged appearance, the 'goatee' lengthened and coalesced into a bubbly blob below her chin, before dropping onto Sophie's stomach with a satisfying splat.

Beth's voice dragged her eyes away from the screen. "You've had an invitation - Kirsty wonders if she could come over and sit on your face for a while."

Julia was still recovering, her chest heaving as she took in lungful's of air. "... Tell her yes, of course... and see if Vicky & Natalie... want to come as well."

"Congratulations - a star is born!" Sian whispered into Kate's ear. "Do you have anywhere I could deposit a well lubricated dildo?"

"I'm sure I can find somewhere for it." Kate replied, admiring her protégé's reddened bottom. It was always nice to be right about someone.

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