Under the Spell of Grace

Under the Spell of Grace - Part 4

The following is a sexually explicit story of a true lesbian encounter. If that offends you, or you are under 18, you should go elsewhere. If you enjoy it, I would like to hear from you. Please email me at sarahsweet38@yahoo.com.

A Couple of Clubs

I followed Grace as we strutted out to the parking lot and were ushered back into her car. The night was darkening but still warm as she pulled onto the street, and I reclined in the softness and electronic glow of the Mercedes, watching her confidently handle the controls. I crossed my ankles and stretched my legs out in front of me, and she would occasionally glance at me with an intense look, or lightly caress my thigh with her fingers. I had such strong feelings for her, and loved knowing that I was "hers", if only for awhile. I remember thinking that if she told me to pull off my dress and ride naked in the car, I would have done so, and kind of wishing that she would. But she just drove on intently, and in a few minutes, she turned into the parking lot of an upscale strip club, and turned off the engine.

"This will be a brief stop, Sarah. I need to see a friend of mine. Come along."

I got out of the car and followed her to the front door. She opened it and walked inside, with me behind her. There was a large man on a tall stool at a gated entrance inside. I would assume people usually paid him, but he just said "hello, Grace, nice to see you again" and let us through. He eyed me up and down with a leer as I passed. There was a time, just a few days earlier, when I would have been offended. Instead, I flashed a smile at him.

We walked down a short dark hallway which opened into a large room, with colored lighting and pulsing music. The dimly lit perimeter tables against the walls on three sides had curved couches behind them. There was a large expanse of floor, and in the middle of the room there was a large multi-section stage entirely surrounded by a bar. There was only a narrow passage, where the bartenders worked, between the bar and the stage.

It was still early in the evening, at least for this kind of place, and the patrons - almost all men between twenty and fifty, were sparsely spread around the bar. Still, because of the size of it, there were probably more than 20 customers. There was one couple in their late forties necking at one of the table booths. But these are things I must have noticed later. As I approached the bar with Grace, my attention was fully drawn by the girls on the stage. At the moment, there were three of them; a classic blonde, a spiky brunette, and an Asian girl. All three were beautiful, and in various stages of undress.

I had once before been in what used to be called a go-go bar, with girls in thongs and pasties shaking it behind the bar. This was very different. The blonde was in panties and a lacy bra, and was dancing around a pole. The Asian girl was topless, and was rubbing her breasts for an enthusiastic group of young guys in front of her. But the brunette, who was right in front of us - or, right in front of the spot that Grace had led us to - was naked, sitting on the stage with her back against a pedestal, running her fingers lightly up and down the lips of her hairless slit. She smiled and gave Grace a little wave, then luxuriantly turned over onto all fours giving us a view from behind. Her smile and the motion of her hips,seeming to indicate real pleasure. As we stepped to the bar, I watched her hand reaching down underneath her to press a finger between her lips. She turned her head to the side and looked back at me, the tip of her tongue between her lips. I was transfixed. She seemed to be so unashamed and confident showing herself in this way. I felt my continuing arousal surge again and then realized Grace was talking to me.

"Sarah? Hello? Are you with us?" she said with a teasing smile.

"Yes, Grace. I'm here."

She had ordered two beers while I was paying no attention - there was apparently a rule against hard liquor here. We were still standing at the bar, and as I snapped out of my trance and looked around, I notice a few guys were glancing at us. Most were staring at the girls on the stage, and there was a lot of lust in the air.

"You seem to be enjoying the show," she said as we sat down on our stools.

I felt for a second the old conservative reflex try to rise, ready to deny it, but I pushed it back down. "Yes," I said. "She's very pretty -- and it excites me to see her touch herself."

"To see her do WHAT, Sarah?" She looked disappointed.

"To . . . see her spread her legs and finger her pussy, Grace."

"That's my girl," she said. She put her hand under my chin and pulled my face close to hers, and we shared a very opened-mouth kiss. There were definitely some guys watching us now. "I love seeing you excited," she said. "It makes your beautiful eyes light up."

"GRACE-EEEEE!" The shout came from a lovely little pixie blonde with a short-short spiky haircut, wearing short skin-tight boy-cut black panties and a black bra. She was obviously one of the dancers, in her late twenties; small, animated, slim and tanned, with very blue eyes and a beautiful smile.

"Hello, Jessie - or rather, Amber," Grace said with a smile.

"That's right. Around here, I'm Amber." She stepped into Grace and nonchalantly gave her a brief but intimate kiss on the lips.

"Let me look at you," Grace said.

The girl gracefully spun around a few times and said, hopefully, "would you like to see more? A lap dance perhaps? You know I'll give you a discount!"

"Very tempting, but it will have to be some other time. I just came by to talk to Ann. Is she here?"

"Yep, she's up in the office," she said while pointing up and across the bar. She seemed to notice me for the first time. "So who's this?" she said in sort of a joking-jealous way.

"This is Sarah, Jessie. She's not just lovely and sexy, but very sweet, so you will treat her accordingly."

"Yes, Grace," she said. And then she smiled at me and said "hi Sarah. I'm Jessie. Never mind that Amber stuff."

"Hi Jessie," I said. "Nice to meet you." She surprised me a bit by leaning in and giving me a kiss. Assuming it was okay with Grace, I kissed her back.

"Oooh. She's yummy," she said to Grace. I could only smile.

"Well why don't you keep her company while I go find the boss." She headed off beyond the stage, leaving me with Jessie.

She watched Grace walk away then turned to me. "So, tell me, what's the story with you two? How long have you been her toy?"

I had to smile at the term. I guess I was her toy. "Actually, I just met her this afternoon - though that seems a little hard to believe," I said. The girls on the stage had rotated: the brunette was gone, the Asian girl was now naked, the blonde was topless, and a new girl had come on. But my attention was pretty much focused on the lovely, nearly naked girl right next to me.

Her eyes widened. "No kidding? Then I guess you've had quite a day, haven't you?" she said with a very suggestive smile.

"I certainly have - actually, it's been wonderful." Have you and Grace . . ."

"Oh, yes. Most of the girls that work here have been with Grace, at one time or another. She's a half-owner. That's why she stops in - to see her business partner, Ann. Probably to pick up a wad of cash, for all I know."

"Ah, I see." I didn't know what else to say. I was a little surprised, but not sure why. Knowing we had something special in common, and thinking about how Grace wanted me to be open, I decided to share with this girl. I leaned my head in close to her. "I - I had never before done anything like I did this afternoon with Grace. She was so sensuous, and my God, was I turned on. I've never had so many orgasms." I sipped my beer and we shared a knowing smile.

She smiled and said "and the night's still young!" For a few strokes, she lightly rubbed the back of my hand with a finger. "Consider yourself lucky. Grace is about the sexiest person I've ever known. I've loved every minute I spent with her, and can't wait for the next time."

"So, then, it's not over?"

She laughed briefly. "You have to understand, honey, Grace doesn't have relationships like other people. She has sex. To her, it's like a sport - and she's a pro. She has playmates and friends, and admirers. Sometimes she has `slaves', and lots of girls want to be the object of her attention. Sometimes even boys. Right now, you're in her spotlight. She usually circulates back. Sometimes, she has unbelievable parties, where anything might happen."

She nodded toward the back, and I saw Grace returning toward us. She quickly whispered, "just make the most of your time with her. Let yourself go, and give yourself over completely to her. You won't regret it."

"Thank you," I said. "I think I already have, and I don't regret it at all."

As she approached Grace said with a smile "okay, you two, break it up. Jessie, I need my slut back."

"Okay, Grace," she said. "She's all yours. When will I get to see you again?"

"I'm having a little get together in my suite tomorrow evening. Be there at 7:30. I've already cleared it with Ann."

"Oh, goody." Jessie turned to me and said "then I guess I'll be seeing more of you, too." She held my arms out and ran her gaze down my body, as though I didn't already know what she meant.

I looked at her in return. "I look forward to it," I said. I looked at Grace with raised eyebrows, and she gave a subtle nod. I turned back to Jessie and leaned in and we shared an open-mouthed kiss. She tasted like cinnamon gum.

Grace was watching the two of us, smiling. "Okay, Sarah, let's go before she steals you away from me." She walked toward the door and I turned to follow. I smiled back at Jessie and we waved goodbye to each other as I went.

After I cleared the door, I noticed that Grace was moving quickly, and I hustled to catch up. By the time I got to the driver's side door, she had the car started. I slid in and closed the door, and she quickly backed out and had us moving down the road.

She had a wry smile on her face, as she fished the half-joint back out of the film vial. She handed it and a lighter to me and said "light this up, Sarah." I got it lit, took a little puff, and held it out to her. She told me to smoke some more first. I held onto to it for a few minutes, taking a number of deep drags, then handed it to her. She looked at me, still smiling. "You two are quite cute together. Two very different types of blondes. You're soft and willowy and she is hard and spiky. A subtle contrast. Appealing." I thought for a moment that maybe an artist analogy was more apt than that of the athlete.

"I like her," I said. "She's very nice. Cute, too. So she's coming over tomorrow?"

"Yes, she is. I'm having a few people over. Actually, I may make the two of you the center of attention." I felt excited by the thought, and rubbed my knees together as she looked at my legs. She passed the joint back to me and told me to finish it. I was getting more used to it, and smoked it without coughing as the warm breeze circulated through the car from the partially open windows. The joint was fat, and by the time I got down to a small piece that was nearly burning my fingers, I had the thick-tongue and light-headed dreamy feeling I had earlier, only more so. I felt quite high, and along with it, I felt horny, the breeze again reminding me that I was wearing no panties under my short tennis dress.

I stretched out in the roomy car, pleased to see her again notice the motion of my legs. "So where are you taking me, baby?" I smiled. It seemed a bit of a dare calling her that, as I wasn't sure it was okay with her. But I was feeling very uninhibited, and wanted to show it.

She gave me a serious look. "Sarah, we are going to move among different groups and types of people this week, and you will have to act accordingly. I may tell you how to act when the situation demands, but I will generally expect you to figure it out for yourself. At some point I may need you act . . . daughterly; at other times, demure; at other times, like a complete slut." I watched her intently as she told me this, excited again by her words. "You will always treat me with respect, and I am not your `baby'. You can call me Grace, Missus, Mistress, or whatever else I may tell you to call me." I felt my face turn red, chastised. "Do you understand me, Sarah?"

"Yes, Grace."

"Good. Tonight we are going to . . . what you might call a slightly "rough" lesbian bar. I am friends with the owners. Most of the couples you will see are older women with young women. The young women are treated as possessions or servants of the older women. For a young woman to act contrary to the wishes of her Mistress, even to act too independently, is a faux pas, and reflects poorly on the Mistress. We are such a couple for this visit. Understand?"

"Yes, Grace. I do."

"While we are with this group you will do only what, and whatever, I tell you to do. You will speak when spoken to or when I give you permission to speak. You will follow behind me when we are moving together, and you will call me Mistress. You understand that as well?"

"Yes, Gr--, yes, Mistress."

"Good girl. I like you Sarah, I have treated you kindly, and will continue to do so. While we are in this place, though, I will treat you somewhat roughly, which you are not accustomed to. Do not take it personally. In fact, you will appear to enjoy it. It is a sort of role-playing. Okay?"

"Yes, Mistress. Whatever you say."

"Good slut. Here we are." She maneuvered the Mercedes into a curbside spot in a narrow cobblestoned street, shut it down, and got out. I got out of my side, closed the door and tugged down at the hem of my tennis dress. It was a somewhat seedy area. Grace walked around the front of the Mercedes to the sidewalk and began walking down-slope away from the car, and I fell into step behind her. I was a jumble of emotions. I felt excited and nervous, in addition to feeling quite high, and I anticipated feeling somewhat embarrassed. I was also a bit upset by the thought that she felt I was not going to be very good at this. I watched her back and caught the scent of her lovely perfume as we moved down the sidewalk, our heels clopping on the pavement, and recalled those images seared in my mind of the wonderful moments when we were naked together. I decided I was, in fact, going to be a very good slut - an adoring slave that she was going to be proud to show off

for her friends.

We passed through some clumps of people outside various dive bars. There was a low wolf-whistle from one of them, but they generally parted as Grace approached. The streetlights seemed dimmer, the neon more lurid, as we made our way down the block. We reached a dark little club with no sign outside and a heavy wooden door. I cold hear music thumping inside. Grace walked up the couple of stairs and opened the door, and I followed her inside. Dance music was pounding, with a lot of bass. The majority of the lighting was red in color, with some areas bathed in yellow light. The floor was dark wood and the walls were dark. There was a long dark antique bar along the left leading back into the bar, and tables on the right. Each table was on a bit of a raised platform, with two steps going up on each side, to curved red leather booth seating on the other side. As a result, the tables were about at eye level as you walked into the bar, and it was easy to see

the legs of the people behind each table. Beyond the bar on the left, the room opened up a bit, with a dance floor on the left, the floor of which was made up of flashing squares. The booths along the right continued along the right side. On the left beyond the dance floor, there were some regular tables on the floor. A long booth seat occupied the back wall, ending at a door that presumably opened to a back room.

I followed Grace as she moved down the floor along the bar, occasionally saying hi or waving to other women at the bar, or acknowledging their greetings. She was obviously well-known here, too. She shared a few brief kisses and conversations, but was clearly intent on moving further into the bar. She didn't say anything to me or introduce me to anyone, so I just stayed quiet behind her.

There was a good crowd in the bar, almost entirely made up of women. There were well-dressed women in their forties and fifties. There were young women in many types of dress - jeans and t-shirts, a few in gauzy, partially see-through blouses. Some looked very feminine, some punky, some kind of butch. The athletic-looking and lovely dark woman behind the bar was wearing a leather vest and cap, tattoos and multiple bracelets. The bar was warm, and the air carried a heady mix of perfume, sweat, old beer, and a slight undercurrent of marijuana. A few years earlier, it probably would have been full of cigarette smoke.

Near the back of the bar, Grace approached a corner booth, uniquely the largest that I had seen in the bar. A steely-haired, slightly heavy tough-looking woman in her mid-fifties sat at behind the table, a slim brunette in her mid-20's in a sheer multi-colored blouse leaning lightly against her like a pet. But the older woman was in an intense discussion with another woman on the edge of the booth. When she saw Grace, the older woman dismissed that woman, who went away somewhat upset.

"Grace, how's my pretty girl?", she said, with a slight smile. The soft words seemed somehow inappropriate for this woman, as "girl" did for Grace, but it carried an undercurrent of private meaning, revealing in a few words that there was a long history. She had a soft but deep and sonorous voice, with a slight and unplaceable accent. She wasn't beautiful, but like Grace, had a certain movie-star quality.

Grace's cool exterior could not hide her pleasure at hearing the words. She seemed to bow her head slightly "I'm doing great, Jan. Thank you."

Jan indicated the open section of the booth on her left side, where there was plenty of room. Jan glanced at me briefly while I stood there, her friend watched me without expression. Grace sat on the edge of the booth, and slid in, stopping some distance from Jan. She looked at me and said "sit", and looked down at the edge of the booth next to her. I sat down quietly on the bench, my knees tight together in front of me. The young brunette stared into my eyes stone-faced, and I returned her gaze, until her eyes wandered away.

As Jan and Grace quietly chatted, I felt Grace's left hand on my right thigh, the tips of her fingers softly sliding just barely to the inside, an inch or two from my knee, and gently pulling ity slightly toward her, rolling my leg a bit more open. Of course, I complied. I watched the dancers and lights from the floor, felt the pounding music in my chest. I looked around at the dancers, the lights, the bar crowd, and turned my head slowly back to my table-mates. I realized I was still pretty buzzed.

I looked at Grace and gave her a small smile, she very briefly looked into my eyes, and turned back to her friend. Her fingers were warm on my thigh. Jan signaled to someone, and turned a finger in a half turn above her head. A fastidious and slim man with a pencil mustache and a red silk shirt quietly appeared with a tray, and set down a large martini, up, with olives in front of each of the four of us, and disappeared back into the crowd. The whole thing felt a bit like a dream.

Jan and Grace clicked glasses, and sipped their drinks. Grace looked sideways at me with the briefest of nods, and I took a good sip of mine, again feeling the cold heat slide down to my stomach and expand outward. I was beginning to get used to gin.

Jan briefly looked across Grace at me, and said to her, "so what's this? Something you found recently?"

Grace looked at me for a moment, then turned back to Jan. She was staring at my face intently. I looked at her for a moment, then cast my eyes down, sipped my drink.

"Very recently", said Grace, "today, in fact". She gave her friend a slight smile, "- and she's completely new to this."

Jan smiled. "You always did like newbies." She looked me up and down, assessing me. "A lot of girls around here would be interested in a pretty suburban housewife-type."

I smiled slightly. Grace looked at me and said sharply, "sit up straight. Stop slouching." I hadn't really been slouching, just relaxing a bit on the bench. I pulled my rear back in the seat and straightened my spine, put my hands on the bench on either side of me.

Jan spoke to the young woman at her side. "See that, Grace wouldn't have you. You're always slouching, and I let you. I am really too easy on you."

The girl said "I know you are, Mistress", and stretched up and kissed the woman's neck. I noticed I was behind on my drink; the girl's glass was empty, and she was eating an olive off a toothpick. I lifted my glass and and took a couple long sips. Grace watched me while I drank, then subtly tilted her head back. I drank from my glass until it was empty, then set it on the table. I felt the warmth spread to my limbs, and felt myself beginning to relax.

I saw Jan glancing at me while she talked to Grace, and not just at my face. Our glasses were replaced with another round. While looking at me, she said to Grace, "well I understand that she's cute, fit and corruptible - though a little old for my taste." She smiled with the jab. "Anything else special about that one?"

Grace said, "so far, she has been eager and obedient, though frankly we've been rather tame." A small smile crossed her face and she said "and also, she has such a perfect slit."

I recalled my husband saying the same words long ago - "you have such a perfect slit, baby." He said my mons was rounded, with a straight neat slit, with small lips. I had thought bigger lips sexy but he said "no, this is how they look in Penthouse - a straight, long wet crack. Beautiful."

I tried to control my expression a the memory aroused me and my pussy became a subject of discussion. I felt a tingle, communicating my body's eagerness for more arousal. I gave a small smile and sipped my martini, sitting ramrod straight.

Jan looked at me, and quietly said "well, that might be worth seeing." After watching me for a moment she raised an eyebrow at Grace.

"Oh, I'm sure we could . . . arrange something. Let's enjoy being out here for a bit longer first - if that's okay with you, Jan." She was the only person Grace did not subtly act superior to.

"Sure," she said. "I've got all night." The way she smiled at me was kind of scary, but it excited me, too. She said to Grace "why don't we have them dance?" and Grace said "sure."

Jan turned her head to her young escort and said "go ahead, dance with tennis wife." The girl once again kissed her neck, and said "Thank you, Mistress", though she did not seem enthusiastic about it. She got up from the table and held her hand out to me, palm up, while looking elsewhere. I took it and followed her onto the dance floor. I noticed she had very long pale legs on black heels, and appeared to be wearing a pair of short shorts under the long colorful blouse.

I watched the girl dance. She was quite good at it. I moved to the music and tried to let it take me over, while looking around at the other women on the dance floor. Most of them were youngish, dancing in pairs or seemingly by themselves, some looking at the others, some more aloof. I shouted to her over the music. "I'm Sarah."

Her eyes turned to me, looked me up and down. After a second's delay, she cooly said "hi. I'm Stephanie." She returned to moving her body. While we danced, I saw a thin girl with short dark spiky hair wearing a dog collar with a leash hanging down her front; I watched two women slowly kissing each other deeply right next to us. I looked over at our booth and it appeared that Grace and Jan were watching us, though I wasn't sure. I slowly turned all the way around while dancing, feeling lit up by the colors. We danced for about ten minutes, in a swirl of light and perfume.

Stephanie looked over to the booth from time to time, and once, as soon as she did, she said, "okay, we're done, come on." She took my hand and lead me back to our booth, and dropped it as we got close. I slid in again next to Grace, and Stephanie next to Jan, as before. They seemed to ignore our arrival.

I felt the now-cooled leather on the back of my legs, as I sat on the skirt. There were fresh martinis on the table for Stephanie and me, and I took a sip, felt another wave of warmth. I wasn't sure whether it was my third or fourth. I knew it had somehow come to seem delicious. Still chatting with Jan, Grace looked casually down at my thighs, hitched a finger over the lower hem of the tennis dress, and pulled it back just a bit away from my knees. Not much, and she was not signalling to me to pull it up - she was just absently playing with the hem of my dress, the back of her fingers touching my thigh. Still sitting up straight, I looked at her, gave her a slight but adoring smile, and let my legs part just another fraction of an inch.

I looked at Jan, and saw she was looking at me too, peering at me through the space between Grace and the table, down at my body, not at my face. I wasn't sure whether she could see Grace's hand from where she sat. Without looking away from me she said to Grace "so, what do you want to do?"

Grace glanced at Stephanie, looked at me. "I think we should go to the back room, if it's available."

"If not, I'll make it available," said Jan. She signalled and the thin man again materialized. She whispered in his ear and he nodded and strode away. "Drink up, girls." Jan lifted her glass to the table, and then drank what was left of it.

Steph and I glanced at each other as we tried to catch up with our big glasses. She may have actually smiled, but I wasn't sure. I tilted the martini back and finished it in a few long sips. I was definitely feeling warm and fuzzy. I took one olive into my mouth and put the glass down. Jan and Grace got up from the booth and moved toward the back door I had seen earlier, and Steph and I followed quietly.

The room was comfortable and warm, with muted lighting and thick carpeting on the right side of the floor. An old stand-up bar with nothing on it and a mirror behind it was along the wall on the left; on the right, a wider, more comfortable, probably older booth bench made a large semi-circle, with a few ottomans and small tables in front of it on an area rug atop the old wood floor. I could hear the music pounding on the other side of the wall, but it was much muted when the door closed.

Jan and Grace sat in middle of the booth couch as before, and Steph and I sat again next to them. The couch was soft and fairly deep, upholstered in dark leather. I sat forward on the edge, my feet and knees together, my hands folded on my legs. Without the cover of a high table, I would usually have been more self-conscious about having no panties on, but the martinis had me past caring. The slim man came in and deposited four more drinks on the small tables, and disappeared. Grace looked at me and sligtly nodded her head back. I picked up the cold glass and took a long sip while I looked at her. A smile tugged at one corner of her lips. I glanced over to Jan and Steph and noticed they were kissing. I whispered to Grace "I have to pee". She just held up a finger, indicating "wait". She turned and said something quietly to Jan, and the other woman looked at me as Steph slid back to her side, leaning against her. Steph too was looking at me now, a

slight but wicked smile on her lips.

"Sarah," said Grace, "get up and go stand by the old bar there."

I looked in her eyes, and she gave me a little smile. I got up on my high heels again, which reminded me I was pretty drunk. I could feel Grace, Jan and Steph all looking at me, noticing again my long bare legs. Trying not to mis-step, I walked the two steps around the ottomans, off the carpet, and then three straight steps on old, dark, hardwood floor to the handsome old bar, my heels clopping. The bar came up to high on my chest; the exposed curled wood where thousands of customers had leaned against it was worn smooth. As I came up to it, I could see my reflection in the mirror behind it, and dimly, the relections of the women behind me. I stopped and turned around, facing them. I saw and felt an additional yellow light come on, lighting me up, turning my tennis dress to blue-and-yellow. I stood with one knee locked, then the other, my legs tightly together.

"Turn around. Spread your arms out to the sides on the bar" said Grace, matter-of-factly. I turned toward the bar and leaned into it, felt it moving my breasts under the dress. I snaked my hands out to the side on the smooth bar wood, laid my face on it's top.

"Nice. Legs straight, a little apart. Turn your toes in, heels out." I did as I was told, noticed how the requested pose caused me to stick out my ass. I stayed in the slightly awkward pose, while I heard whispering and giggling behind me.

"Now, Sarah, reach down with two hands and begin rolling up the hem of that dress."

I rested my upper chest against the bar, and brushed my hands down my sides, to the bottom of my tennis dress. I rolled the cloth upward, between my palms and the outside of my thighs. I went slowly, but since the dress was so short to begin with, and because of this pose, I knew quickly that they all had a clear view of my ass, and the whole moist opening between my legs. I had rolled it almost up to my waist, even more completely exposing myself, when Grace said "Stop. Just like that. Put your arms back on the bar."

I returned my arms to the bar, taking some of the weight off my chest, feeling the exposure of my ass and crotch as a tingle through my inner thighs, my stomach and my breasts. I resisted the temptation to rub my legs together. I didn't want the dress to roll down again, so I tried not to move too much. I know I couldn't not move at all, though.

I laid my cheek against the bar and tried to relax in this position. I heard them talk behind me, and I head Steph giggle. It briefly occurred to me that she wasn't a classic slave was a little bit too forward and obvious in her emotions. I was reminded to stop trying to put people in boxes - maybe she was just a bored housewife too. I heard some whispering and movement, and then I heard a camera go off as some lights flashed, two times. I remained where I was. After the mumering continued for a bit Grace said "I thinks she has to pee," and they all laughed. I heard distinctly Grace's light and classy-but-sexy laugh, the deep almost man-like ha-ha-ing of Jan, and especially the giggling of Steph - she finally seemed to be really enjoying herself.

With the mention of my need, I suddenly felt it again in me. Then I heard Jan. She chuckled, said "do you, housewife? Do you need to take a little tinkle?"

I didn't know what to say - I was thinking I could probably wait, I wasn't sure, and Grace quickly and angrily said "you don't answer my friends when they speak to you, girl?"

I told the truth. I said "yes, mistress I need to pee." The more I thought about it of course, the more I needed to. I thought she might dismiss me to go to the bathroom.

There was nothing but light talk behind me for a moment. Grace said "put one hand underneath you. You may rub your fingers shallowly along your slit." I did as she told me, and enjoyed fingering my pussy for these women. About when my hips started moving, Grace said "Stop. Put your arms up again."

I returned my arms, and most of my weight, to the bar again. I felt exposed in a way I never had before. I heard some movement, then someone approached me from my right. I turned my head that way, and Steph was at my side. With a smart-aleck too-casual attitude and a big smile, she said, "hey, how ya doin'?" She had a very large but shallow gold-looking metal bowl hanging from one hand. I looked at her face and while contiuing her smile, she raised her eyebrows twice and murmered "mm-hmm". She kneeled down next to me for a moment and placed the pan on the floor behind me. Then she stood up and pushed it forward with her foot, until it bumped against the wood of the bar between my feet. She went away for a moment and came back with a very large glass of water. "Grace says drink this." I assumed the command was genuine, and rested my upper arms on the high bar to bring the glass to my lips. After a few minutes, I finished the water glass - I had

been thirsty - and pushed it down the bar. I returned my arms and shoulders to the smooth edge. I watched the lights moving over my arms, looked up at the mirror, at the shadowy figures behind me in it, at the painted and well-lighted girl on display, me.

I heard more conversation beneath the bassy music. Then Jan spoke out loud toward me. "Move your ass around. Spread it good. Show it off right."

The rush in my blood heightened again, I let my back arch sharply, turned my toes more inward, lifted my ass and crotch. I moved my ass from side to side, moved it around. I felt the dress unrolling a little and reached down and rolled it up tight again, then spread my arms out again on the bar. I was beginning to get a little uncomfortable from staying in the position but I was still very excited.

I heard a door open. I looked back and the thin neat man walked into the room, placed drinks down near Jan and Grace, picked up the empties, and left. As he turned from the table to go, I saw him glance at me, but he was otherwise amazingly professional about the scene. As exposed as I already was, I felt an additional blush cross my cheeks.

Jan suddenly said sharply, "girl, piss in the dish." I heard Steph giggle again. I looked back behind me.

"Go ahead, Sarah. You may kick off your shoes," said Grace from the relative darkness. I knew enough to know that her using my name meant I was being good. Without bending down, I removed my heels with my feet, and kicked them away, and placed them again spread in front of the pan. My feet felt the cool wood of the old floor.

I began to back away from the bar, to squat down and try to go.

"NO" said Jan. "Stay up on the bar, stand with your legs spread as you are and pee down into the dish. Don't worry about your aim." Somehow, this last sentence made me more excited. I leaned forward, looked down at myself, and thought about how bad I wanted to pee a few minutes before. I felt my bladder begin to tingle again and Jan said "stop. Not yet. Take your right hand and play with yourself." My body had been getting ready to pee, and it took some effort to prevent my flow. I put my fingers down between my legs, spread my pussy, rubbed my clit, and began pressing a finger into myself. "Rub your clit hard," ordered Jan. I began pressing my clit hard from side to side and felt that intense excitement that it produced. I was so turned on, I lifted and lowered my pussy, looking back at them, as I fingered myself.

"Stop. You wanna come, cunt? " asked Jan.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Well too bad." Laughter. "Now put your hands back up on the bar and piss in the pan."

I put my hands on the bar, and looked down at the big gold dish. I remember thinking it was quite pretty and exotic-looking. I straightened up a bit, and tried to release my urine. I was still very turned on, not to mention drunk, and seemed to be having trouble with control. I fought the urge to bend my knees. I pressed. Then a little squirt escaped me, and rang softly in the pan, then another, and then, finally, my bladder opened. My pee flowed straight down, and landed in the bowl more easily than I had expected. I felt some wetness on my lower legs from splashing. It contined for about seven seconds, then a couple final little squirts, then a few drops fell into dish.

I was still aroused, and felt a sting of shame for what I had just done. I put my arms on the bar and laid my head on them. Steph again approached me from my right, grinning like a schoolyard bully. But she only handed me a hot towel, and leaned down behind me and took away the platter. I heard her pour it in a large sink in the back and rinse it off while I wiped the insides of my legs with the towel. She returned to Jan's side side, and Grace said "you may lower your dress and rejoin us."

I put the hem of my dress back down and turned, facing them for the first time since I'd walked up there. I saw the glare of the yellow light shining on me, and imagined what I must have looked like a few moments ago. I tried to be cool and demure as I walked back to the booth and sat by Grace's side.

Jan slightly smiled at me before conversation with Grace pulled her eyes away. Steph, still watching me, giggled again.

Jan said to her "what's so funny, slut? How about - here, let's see how funny you are." Jan rummaged through a small bag and brought out a slim, small black phallus of some kind. She handed the item to Steph. "Put this in your cunt and leave it there." I'm sure a slight smile appeared on my face, looking in her eyes, seeing the slight change of expression, as her hands pressed the thing up inside her.

Grace leaned over and exchanged a brief kiss with Jan, then she shooed me out of the booth. She stepped to the floor and said "Don't forget to thank Mistress Jan." I did so, and then Grace went out through the back door, on through the pulsing perfumed bar to the front door and out, with me in tow. I followed her to her car and we both got in. She turned to me, smiled, and said "good girl, Sarah". She leaned over to kiss me. I was ready to open my mouth to her, but she just kissed me briefly, smiled, and started the big car.

We were back at the hotel in a few minutes. I remained quiet, stayed in character, as we went up in the elvator and I follwed her down the hallway. She opened the door to her suite and I followed her inside. From the living room, she went into the bathroom, and then back to the kitchen, and called me in. I walked up to her and faced her. She said "turn toward the counter and bend your upper body down onto it. " I did as she told me. "Spread your legs." I did that too.

Standing next to me, she pulled the hem of my tennis dress up above my waist. I felt the head of something large moving between my legs, finding and separating the lips of my vagina as it rubbed up and down. Then she slowly slid the dildo ito me. With it pressed in all the way, she stopped for a moment, whispered in my ear, "you like that, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress. I love it."

She put one hand on my back while the other pumped the phallus in and out of my cunt. She moved it faster and faster until my long-delayed orgasms started shaking my body, making my legs feel so weak I was afraid I might fall, but I did not. She continued gently stroking the rubber cock into me as my spasms and breathing subided, then slowedly pulled it out with a wet sound.

"Go take a shower and come to bed, naked," she said. "Tomorrow is going to be a big day."

I couldn't believe it was going to be bigger than today, but I was eager, excited, ready for anything. "Yes, my darling Mistress." I was excited, ready for anything, and realized I was having the time of my life. I went to the bathroom, pulled off my dress, stepped into the hot shower to wash myself, eager to climb into bed and snuggle with my darling Grace as we drifted off to sleep, to dream about more adventures to come.