Margaret unlocked Monique with a small golden key and extracted the padlocked device. Monique shook with excitement at her intimate touch, closed her eyes and groaned in ecstasy. She began to shudder.
“You should never be ashamed to demonstrate the way my designs affect your body.” Margaret was saying as if she was reading my thoughts. “Orgasm brings a glow to a woman’s complexion that mere makeup cannot simulate. Your body looks exciting and vital, glowing and desirable, a true celebration of womanhood.” She indicated toward Monique. “See what I mean!”
Cat was listening intently as Margaret instructed us not to be embarrassed, but proudly demonstrate the delights of wearing Kent’s Creations apparel to the envious spectators. She told me that our modelling of last years line had demonstrated our unique ability to convey the desirability of her designs. Both she and Monique had seen this at our last showing at the boutique but had slipped away before the show finished, on Kent’s instructions.
It felt strange, sitting at traffic lights practically naked and right alongside of other traffic. We were watching people that often seemed to be looking directly at us, safe in the knowledge that nobody could see the interior of the limousine with it’s one way glass windows. The centre glass panel was raised obscuring the view ahead and we couldn’t hear any conversation between Kent and Des. We were feeling more confident by the time the car drew up to park next to a three story building in a darkened side street.
The men all went inside as we waited in the warm comfortable interior of the plush passenger compartment, tension building as Cat and I shifted nervously. Rick opened the door and climbed in to adjust our costumes and makeup and help us into the high heeled shoes that he brought for us to wear. Cat and I were blindfolded, and the older ladies assisted and led us out of the car. Kent already knew of the additional anticipation of danger that thrilled both of us so, prior to the showings at the boutique. He enjoyed the dramatic effects on our bodies when we were unable to see the audience prior to those shows.
Tonight we all gasped, as the cold night air stimulated our naked breasts and pubic regions and we were led into the foyer. Kent had insisted that our coats were left at his home, correctly sensing that this would add to the thrill and drama of the occasion. Cat and I were more used to walking in these high heeled shoes and carefully, taking small dainty steps, made our way inside.
There were voices, both male and female audible now and I gripped Cat’s arm sensing her nervous terror. We knew we were being looked over by unknown spectators. There is alway’s a sense of dread and extreme vulnerability in being observed so intimately whilst naked and blindfolded. Even Des and Ken knew this, from the last show that Ken had arranged in the city. The foyer area was cold and I could sense that it was a large atrium with stairs either side as I could hear footsteps descending on either side of the room. The muted conversations were becoming much louder as we stood, waiting for exposure toward an even larger unknown audience.
I started to tremble as I felt my nipples harden and grow and my labia stiffen in anticipation. I subconsciously moved my feet further apart, for stability, trying to relieve the growing pressure of my throbbing clitoris as we continued to wait. I sensed that I was exposing my moistened vagina even further in doing so but it steadied my body more comfortably for the time that we all stood there.
“Remember Barbara, don’t be embarrassed, you’re looking great.” Margaret whispered to me. “Monique and I have experienced all this and more. It’s so exciting.” She squeezed my shoulder.
She whispered similar encouragements to Cat as I struggled to regain my confidence and composure.
Finally the doors opened and we were walking into a warmer room and increasing noise as we were put on display to an obviously crowded room. Although I was getting wetter I held my head high as music started and I heard an announcer present us all as honoured guests this evening. I was grateful when Kent finally removed my blindfold and I could see Cat’s had already been removed. Her body, like mine, was flushed and radiant. Her decorated nipples were enlarged and swollen and she was smiling at me. Her eyes were glistening with pride and I could see that she had enjoyed her entrance to the club as much as I had.
Margaret had been right, she looked vital and desirable as we joined hands and moved toward an elevated platform where our men stood waiting. My brief assessment of our surroundings revealed a younger crowd of mixed company sitting around the tables, similar to the Revue Bar at Rose Valley but in a much larger room, with polished wooden floors like a ball room. Monique and Margaret followed us up the steps to stand on either side of us in front of the men, as the entire room applauded us warmly. The announcer, having first quietened the room, announced the beginning of the very first fashion show the club had ever had.
Behind the stage area was a dressing room with toilets and showers and our gear was laid out in the order of showing. The men had been busy and, not unlike the boutique, the dressing room was comfortably decorated and familiar. Kent asked us to parade around the room in the gear we were in, stopping at the tables and conversing with the occupants. We could allow touching if we were comfortable with that, so that the audience could feel the quality of the merchandise. We were at a closed membership club so there were no legal reason to stop us getting closer to the audience and letting them touch us as long as we didn’t object. It was different to the strip club in that respect and I wondered what it would feel like to be caressed by total strangers while I interacted with them. Kent was giving us his permission to enjoy the experience if we wished.
Nervously we stepped down from the stage and made our way to the audience, anticipating the delights that we had been given permission to experience but with a sense of dread on my part. Cat and I had not been to the toilet since we arrived. A combination of nervous tension brought on by waiting blindfolded earlier had taken it’s toll and I felt I needed to pee.
The first round seemed to go on forever as Monique and Margaret left the stage to prepare the dressing room. Luckily, nobody touched us indecently but some of the women examined the leather corset that I was wearing and looked at my nipple jewellery, asking how it felt and other time consuming questions. I didn’t wish to be rude to them but I indicated that I would spend more time with them after the next costume change.
By the time we reached the dressing room we were both desperate to pee and we rushed to the toilet. Cat and I felt a sense of relief and regained composure as we vacated our bladders. We were also very wet having orgasmed, as discretely as possible, twice already. It was a joy to clean ourselves up and freshen up our perfume before going around the tables again. It would have been far too humiliating to be touched and stimulated beforehand.