It was the grand opening night of Brenda's Art Deco hotel. Dressed in my long red ball gown, I nervously stood there at the head of the line, waiting for the VIP guests to walk up the red carpet.

Glancing to my right, Brenda seemed a little on edge, her hand frequently dropping to my bottom and squeezing it in an act of self-reassurance. Earlier, I had found it quite amusing to learn that for all her pomp and ceremony, Brenda, a top fashion photographer, became nervous as soon as a camera was pointed in her direction, and it became my older girlfriend's turn to be photographed.

The City Echo newspaper had taken photos of Brenda and me together, her arm around my waist, proving to the world with each click of the camera that we were indeed a lesbian couple. However, the truth was that I am bisexual, though comfortable being photographed with a lesbian girlfriend, as I had told both my parents and all of my friends that I was indeed gay.

For the last two nights, I had slept with my older girlfriend as part of my ongoing "punishment" for the unauthorised "borrowing" of her car. With our relationship being built around desire, sex, and friendship, Brenda had fucked me into sexual bliss using her new piece, a big black designer strap-on cock, which she insisted on calling “Clare’s Battering Ram” or “BR” for short.

There was no doubt that, as a couple, we were extremely sexually compatible. It seemed that, unlike the seventeen girlfriends whom Brenda had been in a relationship with before me, I had very few issues with following Brenda’s rules. It was true to say she knew how to push my carnal buttons.

During those two nights, we had discussed having my pussy permanently shaved, my nipples pierced, getting a tattoo, and my up-and-coming punishment photoshoot. It was one where I had agreed to perform watersports on camera with another model. While pissing on someone was not my thing, it also did not disgust me, as I had some experience of it with an old “boyfriend.”

The photo shoot was something that I had agreed to do so I could keep using Brenda’s old Mini car, be mobile, and have the ability to see Karen or David, my current boyfriend. However, it was also true to say that I am not mentioning it to either of them.

Since Brenda and I have been together, I have noticed one sexual fetish that has greatly increased its presence, and that is voyeurism. Simply put, Brenda enjoyed showing me off and encouraged me to perform sometimes kinky sex acts with other lesbian ladies while she, and sometimes others, looked on. 

But the truth is, she was not the only one who was guilty of that!

As I stood there, I thought back to last Monday evening, when I picked up my sub-girlfriend, Karen, in my newly acquired light blue Mini...

*****

Last Monday, Karen and I went on a special date.

On the phone, I asked her to wear the same yellow dress and G-string knickers that she wore for her eighteenth birthday party. That request brought the obvious question, “Why?”

"We are not going far,” I promised. "When we get there, you will see why, and I am planning to wear a similar outfit. I will give you another clue as to where we are going when I pick you up.”

Later, when Karen got into the light blue Mini car, I showed her my dress. It was the same red one I had worn to her eighteenth birthday party, but it seemed to only confuse Karen further. My girlfriend preferred me to wear trousers. I normally wore jeans when I was on a date with her, but not today, and there was a very special reason why.

“Here is your clue,” I said as I handed over a silver charm. It was a lady dancing in a flowing dress.

For Karen’s birthday, I had bought her a silver charm bracelet, but at the time, I could only afford one charm. However, with my newly acquired wealth, I had decided to use a small amount of it on Karen.

"A ballerina?" Karen questioned, smiling as she fixed the new charm next to the existing single heart.

I corrected her, “A dancer.”

“These charms are all about building memories,” I then cryptically added before leaning across and kissing Karen. As I did so, my hand slid up her leg, and I checked she was also wearing the correct panties. She was. 

Since I took Karen’s virginity three weeks ago, we have grown as a couple. Not only had we integrated into each other’s families, but our sex life had also rocked. For a lesbian, I had been surprised just how much Karen enjoyed me fucking her with the customised black strap-on Brenda had purchased for me.

However, perhaps a greater surprise was how much I enjoyed being with someone like Karen, pretty and unlike me, naturally submissive. She had no issues with following my four simple rules, which were a completely shaved pussy, G-string knickers, no bra, and showing her body off to other lesbian women. 

But there was one point where she drew the line. Karen only wanted to be with me in our relationship and no third parties. That was an issue for me. She wanted monogamy with exhibitionism thrown in, while I wanted to go the whole hog and share her with other lesbians, just like Brenda was currently doing with me.

My thoughts were very different from Karen’s; to me, monogamy was for marriage, and I was far from wanting to settle down.

After some discussion, Karen and I reached a compromise. She had informed me that I could continue to enjoy my newfound sexual freedom, which included continuing to see David and Brenda. While, for the time being, we agreed that when together, it would be watching only, and I would not be inviting others to join us. 

Just a few minutes later we were at the o-X-o club, where the manager, Millie, let us in. On seeing her, Karen became unsure as she knew I was sexually attracted to the older lady.

"I'm here to practice and show you something," I said as I took Karen’s hand.

We climbed the stairs to the top floor, and as we did so, my eyes focused on Millie's delicious-looking, tight bottom. She was wearing a black, shimmery wrap suit with long trousers, and her feet were in low heels.

As we reached the top of the stairs, we entered a room that resembled a dance studio, and my eyes returned to my girlfriend's.

“Can you dance?” I asked.

“No,” Karen replied. “Can you?”

“A little bit,” I lied.

The truth was I had been a junior champion but gave it all up at seventeen when I slid into my second downward self-destructive spiral. However, though I may be a little rusty, for me, dancing was like riding a bike; once I learnt the moves, it stayed with me for life.

Previously, I had explained to Karen that though I wanted her there, Brenda couldn't invite her to the Sea View (Art Deco) Hotel's opening because it was a very public event. I needed to be seen to be Brenda’s girlfriend, and I would have to stay close to her all night. I went on to explain that David was only there because he was with Sarah and that I would be seeing very little of him.

Though disappointed, Karen said she understood. 

I then explained to Karen that Millie and I were putting on a surprise short dance routine for Brenda's hotel opening and that we needed to practice. Since Karen wasn’t going to be there, I wanted her to be the first to see what we planned to do.

“Watch for a while, and then we can learn the Charleston together,” I remarked. It was a dance that I had only playfully attempted in the past, as it was never part of my dance competitions. 

Without further ado, Millie and I went into a waltz, my partner dancing the lead. Within minutes, any rustiness just fell away. I couldn’t help smiling, especially when I looked Karen’s way as she was staring, her mouth agape, yet grinning. She didn’t know that I could dance. Only my immediate family and Jaz knew that!

Then it was Karen’s turn. First, Millie and I taught her a basic waltz, and later, amidst a few giggles, we learnt the Charleston from Millie. It was a dance that I soon picked up, though Karen kept giggling at me, which didn’t help with her efforts.

The last part of the dancing had Millie and I going through our hastily concocted routine. It was fifty seconds of the Charleston and a minute of the waltz, though we could extend the second dance if needed.

It was only then, with our routine agreed upon, that Millie suggested we try pole dancing before leaving.

With the evening still young, I glanced at Karen and asked, "Do you mind? I have always wanted to have a go.” I was seeing my opportunity, but I was leaving the decision to my younger girlfriend.

Surprisingly, Karen also wanted to give it a try because she thought it would be fun.

A little later, Millie showed us a few moves. She wasn’t the pole dancing teacher, but she made it look straightforward as she clutched the pole and swung around it. Initially, Millie gripped the pole with two hands, then with one, and finally, she leaned out horizontally, pulling her legs high and wide above her head.

"So, who will go first?" Millie enquired. "But if you want to give it a real try, you'll need to remove your dress. If you don't, it will get in the way."

I looked at Karen and then at the silver pole. It dawned on me that Millie was right, but before I had a chance to say anything, Karen had taken off her dress. Decision made.

Karen stood in front of both of us, dressed only in a yellow lacy G-string, high heels, and her silver charm bracelet with its two charms around her right wrist.

The sight of my younger submissive girlfriend standing in front of Millie, all but naked, sent a surge of sexual energy to my pussy. Karen was smiling at me, and I realised that she had stripped as much for me as for herself and the use of the pole.

Karen knew I enjoyed showing her off to other lesbians, and again it dawned on me that exposing her body was something she didn't mind doing as long as it wasn't too sexual. That was her red line, though I hoped that would soon change.

I removed my red party dress and unfastened my bra to reveal my larger breasts. My nipples were erect, just like my girlfriend's, but significantly darker than Karen's smaller pink ones.

Millie was grinning at both of us, her eyes wide as the topless Karen pulled herself up the pole and started twirling around it. As she moved, I grasped that my girlfriend was good at this—certainly better than the earlier forms of dancing that she had tried.

Perhaps it was her soccer training, but she had a strong core and had no issues when she pulled herself up the pole. Despite not spinning like Millie had done, Karen managed to hook one leg around the pole while upside down, with the other leg spreading wide.

It was a deliberate and very erotic pose.

Her yellow G-string briefly cut into her fleshy folds, giving me a pang of sexual energy between my legs, before she lowered herself to the ground.

In my attempt, I did the same as Karen, realising it was more challenging than I had anticipated, especially when I swung my larger tits as I hung there. However, I did manage to pull my legs up the pole and deliberately spread them wide in the girl’s direction, briefly holding that position before hopping off a little more exhausted than I expected. It made me realise that I needed to do a little more exercise than just having sex.

“Well, girls,” Millie gushed. “With a little more practice, you both could have a career here.”

We both laughed and declined the job opportunity, though not for the first time I realised that if everything else failed, I could have a career swivelling on a pole.

I turned to Karen and kissed her, pleased with the way things had gone this evening. However, the sparkle of the silver pole gave me a wicked idea. It was one that I hoped would gently push Karen’s boundaries.

“Do you trust me?” I whispered to her.

“Yes, but no touching,” Karen replied, aroused and already knowing that I was going to show her off.

I took Karen's hand and guided her back to the silver pole in front of Millie. Then, using my dress's red belt, I securely tied her crossed hands above her head and to the pole. The only movement my girlfriend could do was to slide up and down it. 

As I stood behind Karen, I breathed into her ear, “Enjoy this defenceless feeling, but remember I'm here if you want me to stop this.”

“Okay,” Karen whispered. Her breathing was already slightly laboured.

With the light shining down on my girlfriend's almost naked body, and with Millie standing just a few feet in front of her, I softly said, "She's beautiful, isn’t she?” 

“Delightful,” Millie replied as she stepped forward and further into the light.

“Why don’t you step even closer? I want you to both smell and see her beauty,” I suggest with a grin.

“Can I touch her?”

“No,” I quickly replied. Millie was now only a couple of feet in front of Karen, and I didn’t want to spook her. But I did want to nudge Karen to be more open about sharing her body.

“Pity.”

“Millie, please just watch. Both Karen and I would like that,” my eyes darting towards Millie, passing an unspoken message—we need to give Karen time.

My lips gently nudged my submissive girlfriend’s neck as I stepped behind her and the pole, leaving all of Karen's body exposed for Millie’s eyes to devour. I ran her fingers up along her perfect white body; each little touch brought a quiver of pleasure to my girlfriend's body.

She sighed as my fingers brushed her hard, perky nipples. Just like Sarah’s, I knew Karen’s nipples that crowned her small breasts were extremely sensitive.

“Do you like that, Karen?” I whispered loudly enough for Millie to hear.

“Yes,” Karen murmured, almost drooling in her willingness to submit and show her hot, toned body off to the club manager.

Still standing behind her, I slowly ran my fingers gently around each nipple, making sure that as I did so, my warm breath was on my girlfriend’s neck. My pussy was wet, almost leaking its girly cum as I gently, yet deliberately, gave Karen little naughty sensations that drilled straight into her very core.

Karen sighed; it came out almost like a purr as my fingers continued to tease, Millie's presence all but forgotten.

“Close your eyes, Karen. Imagine that you are on a stage, a crowd of hungry women’s eyes watching you, looking at your breasts, staring between your legs.”

Karen’s body was on edge, anticipating my touch. I looked across at Millie, and our eyes told us that we were both extremely turned on. We both knew I was seducing my younger girlfriend into opening up her boundaries.

I once again nibbled Karen’s neck, and she gurgled a quiet moan. My left hand continued to caress my girlfriend, and my right hand briefly left her body to gesture for Millie to come closer and blow air on Karen’s hot, erect nipples. 

With a smile, Millie moved into position, my hand returning to Karen’s breasts and my fingers gently swirling around her nipples.

“Remember the crowd watching you, Karen.”

My hands slowly navigated their way down her body, gently brushing their way towards her yellow lacy knickers. I slid my fingers under the elastic and across her completely bald mound, causing her to moan loudly for the first time. Then I eased my middle finger between her folds, penetrating her slippery slit.

It was the cue for Millie to blow cool air on my girlfriend’s nipples. I felt Karen tense up, and I sensed her eyes were now open.

“Karen, relax; Millie is not going to touch you,” I whispered soothingly, wanting this to go further and for us to seduce her into submission.

“We are here to simply enjoy ourselves, just like we did when you performed a lap dance for Donna in this very location.”

I was hopeful that my soft words would relax Karen. I knew Donna only happened because my girlfriend was tipsy and trying to make an impression on me. Since then, we have grown and evolved as a couple. With no objection, my fingers carefully continued to explore her wet cunt, slow caresses of sexual affection.

While Millie’s warm breath continued to coat Karen’s erect nipples, it was serving as both a sensual distraction and a carnal pleasure as her breathing increasingly became both shallow and erratic. Together we were seducing Karen's mind into lifting her invisible sexual barriers.

As Karen's pleasure increased, I wanted to take it a step further and show her off to Millie without breaking her touching rule. I didn’t think she was yet ready for that!

With a groan, I removed my fingers and slowly slid down Karen’s yellow G-string panties, her bald slit coming into view, her essence filling our nostrils. As they fell to the floor, I realised how damp my knickers were. The seduction of this eroticism was stimulating my own sexual needs, my body telling me that it wanted its sexual relief.

Yet, I needed to push this further. Have Karen cum in front of an almost stranger, just like she had previously done with Brenda looking on.

The kissing and touching continued; there were no words. Millie dropped to her knees and blew on Karen’s hot, throbbing cunt. It was an action that caused my girlfriend to cry out, making sounds of ecstasy, and then slide down the pole, her legs spreading wide as she did so.

Millie's face was now inches from my girlfriend's spread cunt, yet it was not touching, so no rules were being broken.

In a final act of sexual aggression, I pinched Karen's nipples, and my mouth found hers. Millie was still between my girlfriend's legs, both breathing in her arousal and fanning my sub’s pussy’s flames. It was enough to take Karen over the edge as she came with an energetic groan and then collapsed to the floor.

Millie stood up smiling as I undid my girlfriend’s wrists.

“That was kinky,” Millie bubbled, still clearly excited at what she had seen.

After helping Karen up, I picked up her damp G-string and tossed it over to Millie.

“If you want a taste,” I declared.

She threw them straight back.

“I prefer the real thing!” 

My attention was drawn back to Karen, and I took her into my arms. We cuddled and exchanged body heat as my hands roamed over her body, my girlfriend melting into me.

“Your rule hasn't been broken,” I softly said.

They were words that brought a hint of a smile to Karen’s face.

"But did you know that you just had your first threesome?" I questioned, pleased that Karen had allowed herself to go further than she had gone before with another woman. It was clear, even now, that she was enjoying the feeling of showing her naked body to Millie.

“Have you got your strap-on with you? I need it,” Karen asked, without a hint of reference to my threesome comment. I had a feeling she was still digesting that remark.

I grinned, “Of course I have. It is in the car, though I think we both need it at the moment.” We kissed passionately; my fingers were once again openly fingering my girlfriend as Millie watched on.

 “Do you want me to go and fetch it?” I asked as soon as we broke apart.

“Not this evening,” Karen whispered. These words left me disappointed but also with hope for the future. 

We dressed to leave, but I wanted a couple of minutes with my dance partner, and I took the opportunity when Karen went downstairs to use the bathroom. 

“So until Saturday,” I said as we both moved closer to one another.

“Until Saturday,” Millie replied as she leaned in and kissed me, the kiss soon turning into a full-blown snog. We both knew that we were going to fuck after our dance routine.

“Thank you for showing Karen to me. I had heard from Donna what a delightful young body she has, though I thought she had a bright, fiery ginger bush.”

“Not anymore; it is one of my rules.” I knew I was sounding a lot like Brenda.

“Pity, I prefer a bit of hair.”

Not put off by her words, I guided Millie’s right hand under my dress and into my still rather damp knickers. Without hesitation, I spread my legs slightly to see if she was going to dip her finger into the real thing, even if it was completely bald.

Millie soon got the message, as her fingers began to expertly finger me. She only withdrew the juice-laden digits when I pulled her hand away, thinking that Karen would be back soon.

She then licked her juice-covered fingers and declared with a smile, "I do prefer the real thing."

“Saturday night it is then, but do remember that I do not do toys.”

I didn’t show it, but I felt a little disappointed that I was not going to be fucking Millie with my piece, but there was something about her that made me want to taste this woman. Maybe give it time, I thought as Karen returned and we walked to the o-X-o Club’s front door.

It was only there that I chanced kissing Millie in front of Karen. It was neither a peck nor a full-blown snog like we had done earlier when Karen was in the toilets.

"You need to kiss Millie too," I told my girlfriend. “It is a way of saying thank you between lesbian friends.”

Karen looked at me sceptically but complied as I looked on, smiling and thinking little by little.

We said our goodbyes to Millie, with me promising that I would practice the Charleston before Saturday.

With Brenda already at The Sea View (Art Deco) Hotel and me not joining her until Thursday, I drove Karen to her empty apartment. There, in the comfort of the pink bedroom, I made full use of the privacy as I used my new strap-on and fucked Karen any way she wanted to be... 

*****

I heard a noise, bringing me out of my thoughts, and I looked to my left, past Krystal, the American hotel manager, and beyond the Brenda Ltd. board members line.

As the first VIPs approached, I could not see them, but I knew David and Sarah were somewhere down there, lost in the lights and bustle that the hotel opening had brought...

To be continued...

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