Chapter 3

Just then, a waitress appeared out of nowhere and tabled a glass of wine and some aperitif on my table. Thankfully, no words were exchanged, except for a brief ‘merci’ that left my mouth out of courtesy. I wonder, was that for her leaving the drink and snacks with me, or was that for not asking me to order anything given my position.

After waiting for a good five minutes, in which time I was slowly grinding myself on the dick, a motor inside it started working. I could feel it as I braced myself. A pistoning motion started inside my pussy. I was going mad with desire, having not experienced anything even remotely close to this. I was sitting in the middle of a club-restaurant, and getting a dildo-vibrator to do a number inside me was unthinkable until that afternoon.

My climax was huge and shuddering, and it lasted a good couple of minutes. One would think I let go of the throne after that, but I didn’t. It was reading my mind, and it slowed down the attack inside me and deflated a little to come to about five inches in length, and the girth reduced by about half an inch.

I was shaking and shivering; my right hand, when reached for the drink, could barely hold it still even as I looked around for water. My throat struggled to find my voice. I gulped down the drink in just a couple of large swigs.

My whole body was burning, and the thin dress felt more than I wanted on me at that moment. I looked around for the waitress for a refill, and before I could summon her, the girls from the bar approached me.

“Mind if we join you?” asked the blonde.

“Sure, please,” clearly they were more at home at this place, I realized, as the blonde shuffled on my left and came closer, deftly avoiding the small dick a seat away from me.

By the time she reached the cushion right beside mine, one without a dick, she was nestled right next to me.

“I forgot to ask. Do you come here often?” I checked with the blonde and then turned to look for her partner. The brunette had vanished, and I looked back towards the blonde quizzingly.

Her hand was around my waist, and she was pulling me off from my throne. I was reluctant to lose the dildo, but her pull on my waist was insistent.

She spoke simultaneously as she kept pulling me off to the cushion next to me and towards her. “Babe, we are the Clean-Up squad.”

I was surprised and was still trying to figure out my next question, when she moved a cushion further, eventually landing on a dick cushion.

Her maneuvering was such that there was no question where the small dick under her had gone. I landed on a plain cushion, and she was on one with a tiny dick.

“Clean up?” I asked.

Just then, I felt a pair of hands on my thighs that weren’t the blondes. Her right hand was holding my waist tightly close to her, and her left was way up near my cheek, slowly caressing her knuckles on me.

I twitched and jerked.

The blonde said, “relax.”

As she brought her face near mine, her lips an inch away from mine, “Annie would clean up all the juices off from you, so you won’t have to worry about your wonderful dress.”

By the time I got my bearings on what was happening, Annie was tonguing my thighs wonderfully slowly and lapping up like a dog, looking for all the cum that had slipped my pussy.

The blonde turned her hand around to cup my cheek in her palm, and she turned my face into hers. She planted her first kiss on me softly to help me warm up, little realizing the heat I was in. I did not waste any time and went for her lips. I kissed her hard and dived inside her mouth within a moment.

Annie knew the vacuum left by the artificial dick was bound to let loose the juices from my pussy. She skillfully moved into my quim and started lapping in long bottom-to-top licks full on my pussylips — cleaning them using the base of her tongue. Soon, she had me shivering all over again. Her hands reached behind me and groped my naked ass cheeks to firmly pull my pussy into her mouth.

When the blonde entered my mouth with her tongue, she may well have telepathically signaled Annie to enter me from below. Their dual attack was too much for me. Annie struck deep into my pussy lips as the blonde explored inside my mouth. I started cumming in Annie’s mouth all over again, whimpering in the blonde’s mouth.

Had it not been the blonde’s hand around my waist, I would have slipped down on the floor, near Annie. I was putty in their hands now. I had no recognition of my surroundings and the fact that I was being made love to in the center of a club — in the presence of probably fifty guests besides the crew.

When I had settled down from my orgasm, Annie was sitting next to me after clearing the second major climax from my pussy, and my lips still locked with the blonde. Our kisses were now relaxed and less fervent.

When the blonde freed me mercifully, Annie took over and kissed me deliciously. She was slow, loving, and wet with my juices. She gave me back a decent taste of what I had leaked — giving me proof that it was indeed she under the table.

After half an hour of salacious assault, when the duo left me, I was buzzing with sexual energy, totally satisfied.

Before I could redirect myself onto the inviting dick on the cushion next to me, a beautiful and charming young lady, donning a uniform that resembled that of a chef, greeted me warmly.

“Hi, I’m Sophie.” she introduced herself.

“Hi, Colette,” I said sheepishly, recognizing she was one of the two promoters I had heard of and was due to meet.

“I know, Danii told me that we were expecting you from Well, Well, Well. We love what you folks wrote about us the last time. We really appreciate the kind words.” Sophie seemed genuinely appreciative.

“Can we have a few quotes from you?” I summoned up my journalistic hat.

“Oh, for that you would have to talk to Danii. She is the one.” Sophie responded.

“Sure, so can I meet her tonight?” I asked.

Sophie laughed sweetly. “How could you have missed her? She the bulldog on the door.” Making me realize she was referring to the beautiful hostess at the reception.

Sophie offered, “Don’t worry. I will send her up to you. In the meanwhile, enjoy our hospitality. On the house.”

I was offered another couple of rounds of magnificent cocktails before the main course, which was truly delicious. A great French five-course meal.

By the time I had reached desserts, I was back on the dick humping myself like a lunatic and anticipating a visit from the cleanup squad. Instead came Danii, the beautiful hostess, in the nick of time, bang in the middle of my third climax of the night.

“I hope you are enjoying yourself?” Danii asked me at the worst time possible.

My half-open eyes told her more than what she bargained for. I was in the middle of a climax; my eyes were rolled up, one of my hands under my skirt, and my other hand holding the table for support.

I obviously couldn’t have answered. She instantly gathered that. Without waiting for a reply, Danii helpfully shuffled onto the sofa, reached quite close next to me, holding me close as I climaxed.

By the time I was finished, her hand around my waist and my head on her shoulder. Her fingers on my head and then on my cheek cleared away some stray disheveled hair that had sneaked on my face, as I slumped lower.

As soon as I felt a tongue on my thighs, I perked up and turned to look into Danii’s eyes.

My puppy eyes were rewarded, and Danii touched down on my lips just as the tongue reached my pussylips.

The second coordinated cleanup attack started on me and lasted a full fifteen minutes, this time with me never leaving the dick cushion. I felt like I had a loose open tap in my pussy.

When the girl from under the table joined me on my right flank, I realized it was the blonde. Danii pecked my cheek one final time and handed me to the blonde to take charge of her duties at the reception, slowly shuffling out.

The blonde entered my lips, delivering some leftover juice traces from her tongue back into my mouth. I was truly content and in heaven.

Half an hour later, after my post-desserts coffee, I offered to pay but was politely reminded that tonight was on the house.

I met with Danii at the reception, and she guided me into her office on the other side of her podium. A discreet door led to a small and modest office. Unlike the neo-modern club-restaurant that I had experienced, her office was a typical chair-table-chair office, although very elegant — clearly giving away the fact that these girls meant business.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself with us this evening.” Danii gamely asked me.

“Immensely. I loved it, and I like the atmosphere that you have created.” I replied enthusiastically.

“merci. Would you care for a cup of coffee?” Danii asked.

“I just had some. Thanks.” I replied. Remembering my interview points and my resolve to ensure this wasn’t my last meeting with Danii, I added, “Listen, I am too overwhelmed tonight. Can I come back another day to ask you a few questions…of course during the day, so we can sit and chat a bit, for the piece I have to do?”

Danii smiled back and nodded, “Sure, we would love to have you back whenever you are comfortable…here’s my card…just let me know.” Handing me the card, she reached across the table.

At the main door, she handed me a flower from the vase kept near the reception podium. I wondered, was she giving it to me exclusively, or was the vase full of flowers kept for all guests, and each of them got one on their way out.

I chose to believe it was a gesture she had made for me. ‘What a beautiful person.’ I thought to myself.

I stepped forward. The kiss was light, affectionate, and lovely.

I was heady when I left X-Factor, and walked a few blocks to get some air before hailing myself a cab back into town.

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