A Condo with Two Views (25 page)

Lexi’s family wasn’t crazy about her career
choice, but they had come to terms with it. Her mom was sweet, and
to my surprise, polished off more than a few martinis. The exotic
dancers were respectful and made an effort to mingle. Overall, the
condo was fully packed with guests, and the party rocked. Yup, I
could tell that Lexi was having a good night. Chloe and I kept up
with the drink orders, but barely.

“Two cosmos, a Bud light, and a Perrier,” she
said before scooting off to take another order.

When she returned, she put those four on a
tray, “Another merlot and a bourbon with Coke.”

The drinks flowed, the music was good, and
all seemed well. Lexi found a moment to catch Chloe and I together.
The three of us were huddled together at the counter while I was
pouring a Ginger Ale for Lexi’s aunt.

She reached out and put her hand on each of
our wrists: “I can’t thank both of you enough for doing this.
Everyone thinks it’s the coolest thing ever to have a bartender,
and all I keep hearing is how adorable Chloe is.”

Chloe and I told her it was our pleasure, and
we were enjoying it as well.

“By the way,” Lexi said, “see that really
tall girl over there with the red hair?”

Both of us looked. Indeed, the girl she
pointed to was over six feet tall naturally, but with super high
heels, she towered over everyone. She had flowing red curly hair,
heavy make-up, and outrageously flamboyant clothing.

“
She’s gay, works at the club, and told me
she’d
love
to get her
hands on Chloe,” Lexi said while she giggled. It was meant as a
compliment to Chloe.

Lexi returned to her guests while I made
two more drinks for Chloe to deliver, who whispered to me while I
did so, “You know, since you don’t
own me
, I think I’m going to flirt with Big Bird over there.” I
chuckled at her apt choice of nicknames, but also something told me
that, in her mischievous mood, she wasn’t kidding.

A few minutes later, true to her word, I did
see Chloe flirting with Big Bird. She then peered over her shoulder
at me and actually stuck her tongue out! I laughed out loud and
shook my head.

As the party continued, it was time to light
the candles and sing happy birthday to Lexi. We all joined in. Then
a group of them gathered in living area with Lexi centered on the
sofa and gifts were opened. I couldn’t help but smirk at the
variety of gifts. Her aunt brought Lexi a cashmere sweater, while
one of the strippers bought Chloe a bra with holes for the nipples,
so they could be more visible in a dress.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chloe
by the hallway to the restroom. She held up two fingers, and with
an exaggerated motion, she mouthed the words ‘two minutes?’ I
nodded. I was giving her permission to take a two minute break. But
where? Then I saw Big Bird’s shadow in the hallway. The two girls
were going to clandestinely slip in the restroom for two
minutes.
That’s my wife, ha!
I poured myself a Stella Artois, and before I knew it,
Chloe was right beside me again. She had truly only been gone for a
minute, not enough time for anything to have actually
happened.

“That was fast?” I teased her.

“Just a quick kiss,” she teased me back.

As we approached midnight, Lexi’s family said
their goodbyes, as did many of her older friends. A large gathering
of strippers remained, but they too had to leave soon, to relieve
the girls who were working the earlier shift at the club. During
the lull, we cleaned up as best we could, especially Chloe who
gathered up many of the glasses. It seemed the party was far from
over as more friends were being buzzed into the building. Chloe and
I found ourselves busy again, serving drinks to all the new
arrivals. It felt a little bit like one party ended and a new one
began.

Among the new influx of partiers was Fast
Eddie, Lexi’s boss and the owner of the club. Each new person gave
Lexi a huge hug and wished her a happy birthday. The place erupted
into a second spontaneous singing of happy birthday, and she opened
some new gifts. Several of the new girls had also invited their
boyfriends along, and it was clear the second gathering would be a
little wilder than the earlier group, especially with Lexi’s family
gone.

I fixed Fast Eddie a double scotch, straight
up. Less than ten minutes later, Chloe was back with his empty
snifter, and I filled it up with more of the single-malt. While he
was purportedly very wealthy, he seemed totally down-to-earth, and
more importantly, quite respectful of his employees; the dancers.
He came to my bar area to introduce himself, and we had a good
conversation about everything from politics, to the environment, to
the famous and eccentric porn-star strippers who tour the country
and spend a week at his club as the featured attraction.

Lexi approached me, a little drunk, but in
that wonderfully sentimental way that girls often get:
“Chloe and I were talking, and well, since you won’t take control
of her tonight, maybe I should?”

I looked up, and Chloe was right behind her,
smiling with that naughty grin that I have come to know so well. My
wife was in a mood to play. Nothing serious of course, I knew there
would be no sex on the agenda. She’d never go that far at a party
like this. My gut was telling me that she was about to be put on
display.

“Come here, bitch!!” Lexi said to her loud
enough that everyone could hear.

Chloe lowered her eyes, and instinctively put
her wrists behind her back, then walked slowly toward Lexi.
Everyone at the party suddenly stopped whatever they were doing.
You could hear a pin drop.

That’s when I noticed Lexi was holding a pair
of scissors in her hands. The night was about to get even more
interesting…

Chloe’s View:

“I want you to collar me again,” I said, “or
I’m going to be a slutty little tramp at Lexi’s birthday
party.”

I was being a total brat, but Jack knew it
was all in fun. Had I been serious, this type of chirping would
have earned my ass one hell of a session with the paddle in the
days when I was his owned submissive.

“You’ll have no choice but to take full
control of me to stop my whorish nature,” I continued.

But Jack was being Jack. He was cool as a
cucumber, refusing to be influenced by my impatience. He could be
spontaneous, but not when it came to important decisions. In my
heart
, I felt confident
that he’d own me again at some point, but my wise husband was being
methodical and measured.

Meanwhile, Lexi and I had grown closer in the
weeks that followed my accident. She’d come to visit, and we’d hang
out and talk for hours. There was never any more sex between us,
not because we wouldn’t have enjoyed it, but because we’d never do
anything like that behind Jack’s back, or without his expressed
consent. I was very much looking forward to her party, especially
with Jack and I teaming up as the bartender and server,
respectively.

I wore a simple red dress from Jones New
York, and Jack wore black suit pants and nice shirt. We looked
spiffy, I must say, and arrived early to help with last minute
details. As the guests arrived, Lexi would welcome each friend or
family member with a hug, and I’d be there, not too far behind,
ready to take a drink order. It was fun because it afforded me the
opportunity to meet every single person who arrived.

Often during little breaks, I’d go chat with
Jack, as did others. A couple of the strippers moseyed their way
over to the bar, until they discovered he was married. He was also
introduced to Lexi’s family members, during which he charmed the
heck out of her mom and aunt.

Lexi teased me that I had caught the eye of
her remarkably tall friend Lauren, who enquired about my
availability. I nicknamed the woman Big Bird and teased Jack that I
was in fact, free to play with her. He didn’t put a stop to my
flirting, so I took that as a soft approval to proceed. Which I
did.

“Excuse me for the random compliment, but you
are strikingly beautiful,” I whispered to the woman as soon I could
get close enough to her. She thanked me and asked my name. I
answered, and then glanced over my shoulder to taunt Jack. I
chatted with her a few more minutes, but couldn’t stay too long, as
people’s drinks needed refilling. Following that, every time I
passed by her, I gave her a big flirty smile.

Later, while everyone was singing happy
birthday, I intentionally positioned myself beside her. Our arms
were touching, and then I felt her fingertips reach for mine. I
reciprocated. She whispered for me to join her in the restroom for
a moment of privacy. I agreed with a smile. It wasn’t lost on me
that I was pushing my luck with Jack, but I wanted him to make me
his submissive again so badly that I was willing to risk getting my
ass thrashed. Besides, my gut told me he was actually enjoying my
harmless promiscuity. He just nodded when I flashed him the ‘I’ll
be gone for two minutes’ sign.

Unseen, I slipped into Lexi’s restroom with
Big Bird. Soon as the door closed, her pleasant friendly
disposition changed, and she took immediate charge of the
situation.

“Listen slut, did you think I didn’t notice
you are putting on a show for the bartender, who I since learned is
your husband?”

Oh fuck. Busted.
I had no idea that she knew
what I was up to. “I’m sorry; I’m not trying to cause any drama.
You truly are beautiful; I was just having a bit of silly
fun.”

Her fingers found their way into my hair, and
grabbing a fistful of it, she pulled my head back causing me to
look up into her eyes, “You have sub written all over you, and
since you came back here, you must like eating pussy?”

I felt my head pulled back, “Ahhh…yes I do,
but…but I can’t take things that far…”

She interrupted me, assuring me she knew the
drill: sluts like me needed permission. I may have nicknamed her
Big Bird, but this woman was no pushover. She read me like a
book.

“Oh, don’t worry, little slut. I’ll find a
way to get to know your husband. Then I’ll remind him how you
played me the fool. He won’t care, but he’ll also be curious about
what a Domme as tall as a skyscraper would do with his sub. I’ll
ask him about your limits, which will intrigue him more. Then he’ll
give me a whirl. He’ll send you to me. Just wait, little slut, our
day will come.”

I practically came on the spot after I
heard her words. Then she kissed me with a deep soulful kiss. And
in a flash, we slipped out of the restroom and rejoined the party.
I was momentarily discombobulated:
What just happened back there?
From that point forward, I no
longer referred to the woman as Big Bird, but as Miss
Lauren.

The party kicked into high gear for
another hour, before shrinking back down. Many of the dancers had
left, among them Miss Lauren, but a good number of new ones
arrived. For the first time, I had a drink myself. For all intents
and purposes, I thought the evening was about to wind down, at
least as far as my duties. Boy was I wrong. I looked over toward
Lexi, and she crooked her finger to motion me over.
Uh oh, what am I in
for now?
Her expression
suggested that she had something devilish in mind.

“Should we make Jack jealous?” she said,
“I’ll take control of you.”

Instantly a rush ran through my body. I
didn’t know what she had intended, but I suspected I was about to
be humiliated in front of her guests, and oddly, I was deeply
aroused by the idea.

“No actual sex,” I stipulated, “and please
check with Jack first. Master or not, I won’t do anything without
his go-ahead.”

Lexi retrieved scissors on her way to where
Jack was. The two of them spoke momentarily, and then he looked up
over her shoulder at me. We were communicating with nothing other
than our facial expressions. His glance was his way of asking me if
I was cool with her idea. A cute little smile on my part meant
‘let’s go for it.’ If I had instead opened my eyes wide, it would
have meant ‘noooo, please’.

My smile signified approval. Suddenly, Jack
pointed the remote toward the stereo and turned the music down.
With a loud and booming voice, Lexi penetrated the entire room
with:

“Come here, bitch!!”

I was instantaneously in sub mode. It was
that simple. Like an obedient female robot, my wrists wrapped
around to my lower back, and I walked toward her. The various
conversations suddenly went silent. All eyes were on me. Lexi held
up the scissors for everyone to see.

“Stand perfectly still, slut,” she said. “You
are overdressed as far as I can tell.”

Lexi then walked around me, circling me. I
immediately felt my pussy moisten. Thankfully, no one knew how
aroused I became from being put on display in this manner. Lexi
moved to the front of me and knelt down. She slowly moved her hands
under my dress, and with the scissors, snipped away my thong. I
couldn’t help but glance around the room. How many people were
watching me? I counted…six, eight, the couple over there, the three
girls sitting on the couch, Jack, Eddie, the other couple…eighteen
in total. Eighteen people were watching me while Lexi pulled my
sliced thong out from underneath my dress.

“Wearing a bra, whore?”

“
Yes Miss,” I confessed.
Of course I’m
wearing a bra, with nipples as hyperactive as mine; I’d be likely
to poke someone’s eye out if I went around braless.

“
Slut,”
she said, with a dismissive tone of voice. All around me,
the eighteen faces were riveted to the spectacle that she had made
of me. Some of them whispered to each other. Some smiled. All eyes
were definitely on me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so
aroused.