“How about a proper makeover? I’ve got a hairdryer too.” She indicated both Jay’s and Sara’s hair that had been brushed straight and was still fairly damp. “Come on round and sit on the stool. I’ll do you too, Sara”
“Promises, promises,” said Sara quietly to me and Manus with a saucy wink.
Jay went around the counter and had her hair dried and brushed by Katy who then proceeded to expertly apply some make, transforming Jay’s appearance from pale-faced swimmer to glamour girl.
“Where’s Jason tonight?” asked Manus who, with Katy’s permission, was pouring us all another coffee.
“Tonight’s his book club. I think they were reading ‘Ulysses’ by James Joyce. He’ll be here later.”
Manus looked over at me with raised eyebrows. Yep, I was impressed too. A well-read supplier of porn relief for all.
“Thanks for this,” Jay said as she sneaked a look down Katy’s top at her neat, firm tits as she leaned forward over her. “No worries,” Katy replied smiling, knowing that Jay was looking at her tits and leaning a little further forward, “I owe you one.”
“What for?” Jay asked just before Katy applied some lip gloss.
“Katy replied quietly, “For letting me fuck your husband.” Jay let out a giggle and whispered, although we all heard it, “If tonight goes well, you can fuck him again.”
Katy turned to look at me smiling. I looked at Jay who winked at me as Katy quickly looked away and reached down for a make-up brush. Katy didn’t reply to the comment. I didn’t reply, but Manus and Sara were quietly laughing to themselves having heard the exchange.
“You’re all done,” said Katy as she stepped back to admire her handy work and held up a small mirror to show Jay how she looked. She looked great. The difference between apply your own and having it done professionally for you was stunning. She looked beautiful and very, very fuckable.
“Thanks you so much,” Jay said standing and hugging Katy. Katy dabbed her finger on Jay’s lips, checking they were dry before leaning up and giving her a quick peck. “I hope it goes well for you.” She bent down in front of me to put her make up box back under the counter and I noticed that she had no underwear on. Fuck I was getting horny. Whether it was the thought that Jay might get gangbanged soon or that I might get to fuck Katy again or both, I wasn’t sure. I just knew that I was going to fuck someone tonight.
Jay placed her shoulder bag behind the counter, came around the front and said to me quietly, “Are you okay with this? If not, we can leave and never mention it again.”
“I’m fine with it.” I replied taking her in my arms. “You need to scratch that ‘itch.’ If it happens, fine. But if no one comes up then we’ll leave here and I’ll fuck your brains out instead. Deal?”
“Deal.” She answered and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Sara sat on the stool and Katy dried her hair for her before applying a light amount of makeup and also let her look down her top, not reacting. Once she was finished the four of us left Katy behind the counter and sat at a sofa on the side wall and finished our second cups of coffee.
“If anything happens tonight, don’t try to stop it.” Jay said, standing up and smoothing down her dress and checking that she looked okay.
“We won’t try to stop it,” Sara said. “But if it gets rough and we think you’re not comfortable or safe then we will step in. Sex is meant to be enjoyable, not abusing.”
“Okay, I appreciate that. Thanks” replied Jay. “But I’m going to sit on the sofa on my own. Act as if you’re not with me. Whatever happens, don’t let on. I want to act as if I came here alone and let whatever happens, happen.”
“We won’t,” said Sara winking. “But if there are too many, then I’ll help to, as you British say, ‘pick up the slack’.”
Jay laughed and gave us all a quick hug before sitting alone on the sofa that was set further back from the others but directly in the middle facing the screen. All the other sofas and armchairs was set at angles facing the screen but with a clear view of where Jay sat. Two folded down futons were in front of Jay at right angles to each other. I went back and leaned on the counter while Manus and Sara stayed on the sofa. It was angled off the wall and offered a clear view of where Jay sat.
Katy reached under the counter and turned the main lights down and then picked up a remote and pointed it at a sensor. A film started on the screen. It was British and called ‘Housewife Hattie.’ It started off with views across London before focussing on five lads walking down a street chatting. A woman is unloading her shopping from her car. Low cut top, big tits, short skirt. An offer to help her bring the shopping into her house followed which moved on to her complimenting all of them with their big strong muscles. Soon clothes were being shed, cocks were being sucked, pussy and arsehole being licked before the fucking began.
I watched for Jay’s reaction. She as watching and getting turned on. She had undone a couple of her dress buttons and had a hand fondling her breasts while the other reached under the hem of the dress.
Katy looked around at the entrance door which had remained shut since the woman left a good half-hour earlier. The film sound was loud enough for us to talk but not for Jay to hear us. Katy tugged at my shirt sleeve to get my attention so I moved my head down and she said quietly,
“Looks like I’ve got permission to fuck you again.” She smiled as she said this and I looked into her blue eyes. Fuck, she is beautiful.
“Nobody asked me,” I teased which got me a small playful slap on the arm as she giggled. “As if you’re going to turn me down.” She replied. “Come around here.” She said indicating the counter. I did so and leaned on the counter facing the room next to her. The other three were engrossed with the film. I could see Jays arm moving with her own masturbation and Sara had her head in Manus’s lap and was blowing him as he played with her big tits, now released from her dress.
I looked around and to the door several times but nobody entered. “Is it always this quiet?” I asked Katy.
“It gets like this sometimes. We could either be full to the rafters or dead, like now. It depends on who knows about this place. Kenny doesn’t advertise, it’s always by word of mouth. The peep show owner helps out by discretely telling his clientele. Wait and see, it sometimes picks up the later it gets.”
Katy then turned to me, reached up and began kissing me. I responded, putting my tongue into her mouth as she did the same with hers. I held her head and we explored each other’s mouths in a tight embrace. Given five minutes and I would have taken her and fucked her over the counter but loud shouts and cheers from the stairway behind the door told me that the stag night had arrived. I pulled away from Katy and looked at the others. Jay turned and looked towards the door as did Manus and Sara, Sara sitting up and pulling her dress top back up. The door flew open and in they came.
A large group of lads entered, all around the early twenties and fit, both in body and looks, apart from one. One lad was short and fatter than the rest and seemed to be holding a bunch of jackets. There’s always one friend who’s treated more like a dogsbody than a friend. The one who gets the drinks in all the time, who has to drive so others can drink and gets lumbered with carrying everyone else’s jackets while they all have a good time. The price to pay to be regarded as ‘one of the lads,’ and be allowed to socialise with them.