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I sprawled, naked on top of the table, legs wantonly spread, my chest heaving from the exertion of trying to breathe as the applause slowed and stopped. I opened my eyes to see the whole group standing looking down at me, devouring the image of a sated woman…me. Eventually I raised my head to see Charles’ place was empty and I almost panicked. Then I heard his voice from the other end of the table.

“Amy.”

I twisted half over, exposing my rump to one side of the table, my pussy and breasts to the other, and tilted my head back. Charles was standing next to Felicity and he was beckoning me. It was difficult to move, I didn’t really want to, but somehow I twisted my legs under me and sat up, facing him. With as much dignity as it was possible to muster, which to be honest wasn’t a lot, I shuffled along to the end of the table and stepped down into the floor space he had left for me as I took his hand. As I finally stood upright there was another round of applause and the pressure from his hand on mine indicated I should turn and face them. I tried to smile a ‘thank you’ for the applause but standing there naked except for the lace apron wasn’t exactly how I ever imagined taking a bow.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you care to move through into the sitting room Felicity and I will join you shortly after we have helped Amy here prepare for her next performance.”

With a start, I remembered the evening wasn’t yet over. I was still going to have to lap-dance for whoever required it. There was a shuffle of chairs and a general movement and then all of the other guests left the room, leaving me alone with Charles and Felicity.

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

“Yes . . . I’m fine thanks.”

I answered her question as she handed me a glass of white wine, which I gulped down. Charles had, in the mean time, opened a side door and wheeled in a clothes rail with several suit carriers hanging on it. There was also a silk robe which he proceeded to drape over my shoulders after he positioned the rack near the side of the dining table.

“Now, Amy, do you remember your original instructions?”

“I think so, sir.”

“You were to provide a lap dance to whichever of my guests wanted one.”

I nodded.

“Well, we’ve decided to curtail that, you will only provide three lap dances. You may choose any three of the costumes you wish from these bags. When you are ready you will come through into the sitting room wearing the wrap. When you discard the wrap whoever has the cloth swatch to match your outfit will be the person you dance for.”

“I see. . . sir.”

“Good. Each outfit is different and no-one knows the order of them on the rail. It’s entirely at your choice. Wear the ones you want to.”

“Sir?”

“Yes Amy?”

“Don’t you want to tell me which one to wear?”

He chuckled, his face lighting up in a big smile before he answered.

“I wish to observe tonight. There are nine outfits there, and nine of us. There is a faint chance you will end up performing for the three women, and a much greater one you will be performing for three men. Realising you are agonising over the choice will provide me with enjoyment.”

“Yes, sir.”

He leaned over and tweaked my nipple.

“Now we’re going through to join my guests. Don’t take too long making your choice.”

He turned and walked over to the doorway, before turning and waiting for his secretary.

Felicity leaned in and whispered, “Choose the black one last...”

She winked and I nodded my acknowledgement. As the two of them left I walked over to the rail and undid the zip on each carrier to check the chosen outfit. They were all very similar, merely different colours, comprising of a mini-dress, in most cases see-through, matching panties and coordinating hold up stockings.

* * * *

Amy’s performance on the table had been highly erotic. As I took my seat to watch the next act I was painfully aware of how aroused I was. By the way most of the men were fidgeting and moving around in their seats, surreptitiously trying to adjust their trousers, I suspected most of them were hard too. The three women were a contrasting set. Felicity looked cool, calm and collected, Melinda was flushed and breathing heavily. Emily, Robert’s girlfriend was in an even more visible state of arousal. Her thin, silk two piece did little to hide her curves and she was obviously bra-less under her top. I’d thought Amy’s nipples were large when aroused but hers had to be huge from the way the front of the silk top tented out.

Felicity did the honours from the bar and had just taken her seat when there was a timid knock at the door.

“Come.”

The door opened and Amy slipped inside. She wore the pink wrap exactly as she had been instructed. She stood there for a moment while the hubbub of conversation slowed and died.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Amy will now provide the first of three very special lap dances. You were each given a small piece of fabric earlier and when Amy removes the wrap, whoever’s piece matches her dress will be the lucky recipient. Otherwise please do not allow Amy to see your swatch.”

I paused and looked round the room, each face except Felicity’s portraying their excitement.

“Amy, are you ready?”

She nodded, her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips.

“Then discard the robe.”

Her hands went to her waist where the silk belt was loosely knotted. She was nervous but her hands didn’t shake too much and when it was quickly undone she pushed the robe back off her shoulders to fall to the floor.

The light eggshell blue dress shone in the bright lights of the sitting room, matched by the same shade of stockings below. The dress was see-through and you could clearly see Amy’s partially aroused nipples through it. The panties made discerning details lower down more difficult but since they were obviously the same material as the dress you could make out the shape of her slit.

“Mine!”

Robert held aloft his piece of matching fabric and beamed in triumph. Most of the rest of my guests looked disappointed but also interested in finding out exactly how
special
this lap dance was going to be. I hadn’t given them any details about how erotic this part of the evening was going to be.

I switched on the stereo using the remote and a heavy rock beat filled the room. Taking her cue to start, the petite blonde danced across the room toward Robert. Emily moved on the couch to provide some space between them as Amy danced up to his legs and shimmied in front of him. Her arms were above her head, her back arched as her hips moved with the beat. This not only thrust her breasts out toward him but also lifted the hem of the dress almost to crotch level.

Robert’s eyes were fixed on her chest, as indeed were Emily’s, whose long nipples seemed to be extending even further inside her own top. The rest of us had only a side or rear view and as a result we were concentrating on her ass, which was moving in rapid circular motions, the dress waving around in counter-point.

Slowly her arms began to dip down until they moved to a position in line with her body, in a rather odd parody of an Irish dancer. Her legs flashed in time to the music, her eyes fixed on Robert’s face. Her fingers curled inward as she stretched her arms down to grasp the hem of the dress. I watched her shoulders tense as she prepared to move. Suddenly she jerked her arms up to her waist, dragging the dress clear of her panties, leaving the latter as the only cover for her mound. The dress pooled around her waist but she hadn’t finished yet. Just as quickly her arms crossed, grabbed the opposing side of the loose fabric and then in a cross over manoeuvre whipped the dress up and over her head, freeing her breasts.

In the space of only a few heartbeats she was now dancing in front of Robert in just her see-through panties and the matching stockings. The rest of us began to clap as Amy moved closer, bending over the sitting man in front of her, tantalising him by shaking her breasts in front of his face. She placed one hand on his shoulder and pushed him gently back into his seat as she lowered herself toward him. He sank back, his eyes still fixed on the breasts, dangling inches in front of his face.

Suddenly she spun around to face the rest of the room and then slowly lowered herself back into his lap. Her buttocks continued to churn, only now they were doing so in direct contact with his painfully erect cock through his trousers. She leaned back, wrapping her arms around his neck and writhing on his lap like a pro, rather than the rank amateur she really was. His hands moved from his sides and then fell back, unsure of whether he should take the proffered invitation to touch her.

They rose again, then fell and rose again, this time to rest on her chest just below her breasts. I heard Emily hiss to him – I think everyone did.

“Do it. Touch her tits! She wants you to. Hell we all want you to.”

There was a chorus of chuckles around the room and Amy writhed faster against him. His hands slid up her chest to cup her breasts and we all heard her moan as his palms found her engorged nipples.

Emily leaned closer and placed one of her hands on top of Robert’s. Startled, he turned his head to look at her, and at her nod slid that hand off Amy’s breast and down toward her flat stomach. Emily’s hand stayed where it was, cupping the breast Robert had vacated. Amy started, clearly feeling three hands on her at once was a new experience for her and completely unexpected. Nevertheless she continued to writhe on his lap, although she looked across to me for guidance. I kept my face impassive, providing her with no clue as to whether she should continue or not.

As Robert’s questing fingers found the waistband of Amy’s panties, slipped inside to ruffle through her blonde pubic hair and then settle on their target, Emily took control by pinching Amy’s nipple between her finger and thumb. Amy simply exploded into orgasm an instant later. They allowed her to ride her orgasm to its conclusion and seemed disappointed when Amy used her own hands to remove theirs and stood up on shaky legs to another round of fervent applause.

She had enough talent to do this for a living, that was sure, although she’d never tried anything like this until now.

I returned to the dining room, which had become my impromptu dressing room after the second lap dance, this time in the red outfit, completely washed out. The involvement of Emily during the first one had been a surprise. When one of the three younger men had waved the red swatch in triumph I’d expected a rougher ride, and I got it.

First off they’d shuffled around to place the winner in the middle of the large couch, with the other two sitting on each side and then he’d pulled me down into a sitting position on his lap before I’d been able to remove the dress. His hands flew to my breasts and squeezed them, not gently but roughly. I looked over at Charles in panic for a moment but although he tensed he made no move. Everyone else was watching intently so with no other option I continued. There must have been some signal I didn’t catch because the assault on my breasts lessened and I was able to continue to dance albeit in a sitting position.

My mind had been working overtime and when an opportunity arose I was able to regain my feet, move out of reach of his grasping hands and shed the dress in one fluid movement, to a roar of approval all round. I turned to face him and this time when I crawled onto his lap I was facing him rather than facing away, leaving my hands available to ward off any further assaults.

That had been my plan but it didn’t entirely work. I was grinding my crotch against his, willing myself to reach my peak or to push him past his when I felt six hands on my breasts; the other two men had joined in. This time the touch was softer, nicer and I could feel the arousal growing as they caressed my breasts, each set of hands almost taking turns to touch. Then the guy whose lap I was sitting on dropped his hands to my ass and pulled me tight against his erection. I could feel his penis throb and then I watched his face as he came in his trousers with my pussy pressed against him.

Now it was time for the third and final dance and Felicity had told me to select the black outfit. I quickly stripped off the red fish nets and red panties and pulled the black fishnets from the bag and pulled them up my legs. I reached into the bag for the panties only to find they were missing. Well maybe missing, maybe never there. Pulling the dress over my head I quickly checked the corners of the suit carrier only to confirm this outfit was different to the others; there were no panties. Not only would I be lap dancing for someone in the other room but this time I would be doing so commando.

Taking a deep breath, I returned to the sitting room and dropped the robe with even more of a flourish this time. I was looking at Charles as I did so, expecting the instruction to wear black to have come from him via Felicity. He smiled, obviously reading my mind, as he held up a small swatch of white lace. My eyes scanned round the room to locate the person with the black swatch. As soon as my eyes reached the red dress I knew exactly why she had said it. Waving the small piece of black cloth at me was Felicity herself.

Charles fired up the stereo once more and I knew I was about to cross another divide, perform another first, the first time I had done anything serious, sexually with a woman.

* * * *

True to form, Amy didn’t hesitate as she walked gracefully across the floor to where Felicity sat waiting for her. Her hips moved in time to the beat and as she moved the rest of the audience realised she wasn’t wearing anything under the form-fitting and semi-transparent dress. At that moment I was very proud of her. Despite no real slave training she had performed tonight with an amazing amount of verve. When John had abused my hospitality during the second lap dance she had admittedly looked to me for guidance, but carried on when there was none forthcoming.

It was finally time for Amy to start dancing properly as she stood in front of her friend, my secretary. Felicity watched her, her chin tucked onto one hand, the finger rising alongside her mouth framing her face as her eyes watched Amy’s movements. Amy turned through one hundred and eighty degrees to face me, pushing her ass back toward Felicity before reaching back and grasping it with both hands. She bent over a bit further and brought her hands in front of her to cup her breasts.

Smack!

The report reverberated around the room and Amy jumped as Felicity landed a slap on her butt.

“You’re supposed to be dancing for me young lady, not for everyone else.”

There was a chorus of giggles and Amy looked at me and then did something amazing. Instead of turning to face Felicity she remained in the same position, revolving her ass in front of my secretary as if inviting another slap.

Crack!

Felicity duly obliged and still Amy didn’t turn around, she bent even lower, allowing her unfettered breasts to spill dangerously close to the open gaping neckline of the dress.

Crack. . .Crack. . .Crack. . .Crack!

Each slap landed with precision on alternate fleshy globes as presented and finally Amy straightened up and turned to face her tormentor, who had resumed her position sitting back. Amy slowly gathered the material of her skirt around her waist, raising the hem, from Felicity’s point of view exposing her pussy, from our point of view exposing her ass, so recently tanned.

As she lifted the dress we could see her flaming red ass cheeks and she danced around in a complete circle this time, allowing Felicity to also see the fruits of her handiwork.

Watching Amy teasing Felicity in this way was an incredible turn on for me. As I looked around the room all of the men were totally engrossed. Melinda was watching, her eyes sparkling. Only Emily didn’t seem to be enjoying the show. She was pouting, I suspect because she was resenting missing the chance to do something similar with my little blonde bombshell. Then as her eyes closed and she licked her lips I looked more closely, Robert had moved to get his hand onto Emily’s leg and up under her skirt. The way his fingers appeared to be moving it wouldn’t be long before Emily was herself providing a show.

Amy again faced Felicity, who parted her own legs to allow the blonde to move closer. Amy went to cross her arms to remove the dress just as she had done the first time but Felicity stopped her and grasped the dress hem herself instead. She motioned Amy to kneel between her legs and stretch her arms out above her head. The puzzled blonde did as she was told only for Felicity to rip the dress up her body and off in a single motion, leaving Amy naked.

My secretary now leaned back in the chair, as she did so pulling her own dress up to her hips, revealing her thin red panties. She beckoned Amy to move forward and she did so reluctantly, obviously unsure of Felicity’s intentions.

These were abundantly clear to her a couple of seconds later as Felicity grabbed Amy and pulled her face tight into her crotch.

“Lick, sweetie, I think it’s time I came. After all you’ve already had a fair share of orgasms tonight.”

The rest of my guests applauded as they watched the trapped blonde unable to respond either way, and obviously unsure of what to do, begin to nuzzle at and lick the rapidly dampening piece of nylon.

Five minutes later Felicity jerked in the throes of an orgasm and the entertainment was complete for the night. Amy lay on the carpeted floor, exhausted, as Felicity helped me show our guests out. She took charge of Amy, leading her back into the dining room and dressing her in the white outfit, complete with tiny g-string and stockings and lending her a coat before taking her home.

I was left to tidy up as best I could. So much for being the dominant master I suppose.