“I've heard of them, but this is the first time I have seen one-pretty life-like, aren't they!”
“And that one's a little larger than life!”
Georgina was now crouching on the floor, the dildo held at arm's length as though it were a snake. Gradually, she swayed back, until her bottom was on the floor; further still, slowly, and then she was flat on her back, the dildo held above her.
Leisurely, her long legs began to open; wider and wider until they were stretched to their maximum, showing us the whole length of her slit. The lips hung well open and shone wetly in the brilliant light; even so, I had doubts whether she would get that great dildo up her, because that was the obvious next move.
The music stopped again and she slowly brought the rubber cock down, holding it between her outstretched thighs, the knob poised above her opening. There came a roll of drums, her arms jerked sharply downwards, pulling inward and ramming the whole length of the huge dildo up her in one savage thrust. There were squeals of exclamations from the women at the tables and her own face contorted as it went in. She lay back, and we could see the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.
Then, very softly, tom-toms began. Holding the dildo quite still in her hands, she began to lift her bottom off the floor, jerking her sex up at the dildo, in time to the beat of the drums. That was the only part of her body that moved the whole time. That slow working of her sex on to the dildo, hips and bottom moving sinuously.
Gradually, the tom-toms became louder, their tempo faster, Georgina matching them with her movements, until the whole thing became frenzied. Sweat filmed her body, and the steady thump, thump of her buttocks on the floor provided a syncopation for the drums. Her rasping breath and jerky moans came to us above the sound of the toms-toms. Suddenly, her buttocks high off the floor, dildo in her to the hilt, she stopped then, with a deep groan, her bottom lowered once more, to jerk up hard; at the same time, she gave herself one brutal thrust, plunging the rubber shaft deeply madly squeezing the bulb at the end. The drums stopped.
Then her hands fell away and she jerked about on the floor, whimpering, the dildo half hanging out of her. She was either having a frantic orgasm or she was a first class actress!
The switching off of the spotlight ended the act amid tumultuous applause. I jerked involuntarily as Stella reached over in the semi-darkness and patted my lap — high up at the tops of my thighs.
“Bet it's pretty sticky just about there,” she whispered. “My drawers must be soaked! Wow! What an act!”
“Is it strictly legal?”
“Search me! We're all one sex-well-near enough! The show's private and for members only-and, incidentally, no one under twenty-one is admitted. I don't know of any law against consenting lesbians in private and over twenty-one. You figure it out!”
The next act was a repetition of the first two and I suppose came under the heading of “straight stripper.”
Finally, Jean and Penny were announced. Jean was a full-breasted, attractive brunette and Penny a tall, slim blonde, both in their mid-twenties.
Jean wore a gold lame cocktail dress, off-the-shoulder, with a simple chain necklace, wrist-watch, seamed nylons and gold high-heeled shoes.
Penny escorted her as her boy-friend; wearing a man's dinner jacket and accessories. A bottle and two half-filled glasses were on the table, with two chairs to one side.
They sat down, Jean giving us a flash of her lacy underthings as she crossed her shapely legs. They mimed talking and drinking for a while until the music started. Then Penny stood up, bowed elaborately and Jean nodded, ostentatiously un-crossing her legs and getting to her feet.
They danced a sort of acrobatic tango, and could they dance! Jeans' skirt, of course, kept swirling up round her hips, showing us a well-rounded and snugly-pantied bottom topping two plump, but well-shaped thighs.
The dance finished and they sat down again; they “talked and drank” some more, then began the seduction scene.
First, Penny's arm went around Jean's shoulders, then she was persuaded to a kiss. A hand went to her bosom, to be slapped away. It tried again, stayed. Jean acting all coy and keeping her head averted. The hand began to fondle and Jean to soften; Jenny's hand finally slipped down inside her dress and we could see the exaggerated movement of the hand squeezing the breast it was cupping. Jean gave free access to her lips, then.
There was a murmur of laughter as George came on, pointing towards the door and their faces registered embarrassed dismay. They stood up and slunk from the floor with bowed heads, while George picked up bottle and glasses and dusted the table. The spotlight went out; one or two people started to applaud, but that was only the beginning!
When the light came on again, it showed a park bench, with Jean and Penny taking up where they left off. Penny's hand kept sliding down the front of Jean's body to the hem of her skirt and getting slapped away every time it tried to slip under it. Kissing went on for a while, then the hand would try its luck again.
At last, we saw the hand slide up under the skirt, move up and down, stroking Jean's thighs; move higher — pause. A loud gasp came from Jean as she slapped Penny's face. Then Penny started all over again.
There were occasional gasps from some of the nearby tables as couples emulated the pair en the floor.
So the act went on, Penny whispering and Jean shaking her head. Then came the time when the hand was allowed to remain high under the skirt; there was plenty of movement there, now, and Jean's legs splayed open, to let us see the hand busily stroking at her crotch. Some more whispers, more shaking of Jean's head, but slower. Finally, shyly, she turned her head away from Penny and nodded. Penny whispered again and Jean looked at her with wide eyes, peered up and down as if to see if there was anyone coming, then slowly got to her feet.
First looking at Penny doubtfully, her hands then went behind her. She turned her back to us and pulled down a zip, wriggling to get the tight dress down her body, drawing loudly whispered offers from the audience as she deliciously waggled her plump bottom from side to side once the dress was past her hips.
Suspenders were slowly unfastened, shoes and stockings removed. She released her lovely large breasts, moving enough where she stood to make them sway from side to side, holding the bra out from her body before letting it fall to the floor with the rest of her things.
She made a real production number of getting out of her panties, starting to take them off as she faced us, turning as they got lower until her back was to us again and we saw the panties pulled down to the tops of her thighs, bringing more appreciative gasps from the onlookers as her full, white buttocks were revealed. When she turned back to face us, the front of her pants still covered her pubic hair; she looked coyly at us, then at Penny, and, with a swift movement, pushed the filmy panties right down, let them slide down her legs to her feet, then stepped out of them. She undipped the suspender-belt, dropped it, then looked challengingly at Penny, tapping her foot, as though to say, “well, I'm naked-what are you going to do about it?”
Penny, who had stood motionless while Jean stripped, off her jacket, followed it with her bow tie, unlaced her shoes and kicked them off. She unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, disclosing a tight man's vest underneath. Beneath the vest, we saw the two small, but firm-looking bulges of her breasts.