Ibis by Leviathan Laroche (best summer books TXT) 📖

and I think the margueritas were doing their job. I was starting to feel much more relaxed. I was even starting to enjoy being looked up to. Like I'd done stuff others hadn't. It was kind of fun!

"I think you left something out," said Martelle.

"I did?" I asked innocently.

"You didn't actually wear your bikini bottoms to the beach, did you?"

"Oh, my God. How could I forget that! You won't believe this! I had to hang them from the mirror all the way to the beach, and when we got there, I had to ask this hunky young surfer guy to help me put them on!"

"No way!!!! I don't believe it!" squealed Fi.

"Johan made you do that? Oh, my God!" laughed Leah.

"It was so exciting. I was shaking like a leaf!"

"And where did you go after the beach, little one?" Martelle asked, mercilessly honing in on the strip club.

"We um…" I whispered. "We went to Ernie's."

"That's a strip club, isn't it?" asked Leah.

"Yep."

"I've never been to one before," said Denise.

"Me either," chimed in Amy-Lee.

"I have, it was fun!" squeaked Sapphire. 

"But did you dance there, Sapphire?" I asked, suddenly grabbing the spotlight.

"Don't tell me you danced in a strip club? Naked?" asked Martelle, with a wicked grin on her face.

"Um, no, Ma'am. I didn't take off my clothes."

"So you danced in a strip club but didn't strip."

"Yes, Ma'am." I blushed.

"Mustn't have been very exciting."

"Oh, but it was. I was dressed just like this and had my plug in my um… ass. It was nasty and hot but strangely tasteful and safe."

"Safe?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I wasn't ready to take my clothes off in front of strangers."

"I see… Well even so, I can't see how it could have been a very good dance, without taking off your clothes. Why don't you show us?"

"Ohhh, nooo. I couldn't do that, I'm exhausted and sandy and salty and…"

"I said, I'd like to see the dance please, Shannon," asked Martelle, frowning.

I gulped and stood up. Leah went over to the stereo, giggling madly. She turned it up loud and I blushed scarlet.

"Give her some room!" Martelle called out, and the subbies all scooted backward on their cushions. Fi even pulled the coffee table back out of the way. "Dance! Come on!" urged Martelle, starting to clap. Soon they were all clapping and I shook my head and started dancing. I was shimmying and bumping and grinding as sexily as I could. I couldn't put on a bad show! If I did, they wouldn't even believe I danced at Ernie's, let alone danced sexy and had money thrown at me and that woman wiping a note over my wet cunt and sticking it in my mouth…

The music was thumping and I was dancing up a storm and my friends were wooohoooooing and clapping in time with the beat. Leah turned down the overhead lights in the big lounge room and turned around one of the lights that pointed at a painting on the wall. She shone it right on me and I could almost imagine I was back there. If only I had a pole…

I squinted through the spotlight and saw Leah kneeling down next to Martelle. Martelle leaned down to her and whispered something in her ear. Leah then tapped Debbie on the shoulder and said something into her ear. Debbie looked back up to Martelle and nodded slowly. Then she stood up and walked between Sapphire and Fi to join me on the 'stage'. 

While this was going on, I had been dancing on autopilot, trying to figure out what was happening. I hadn't noticed I was cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples as I swayed from side to side. I was too interested in what was going on to notice what I was doing! Honest!! I blushed harder and dropped my hands, but of course they all noticed and had huge grins on their faces as they clapped.

As Debbie started dancing with me (and boy, she can dance), I saw Leah whispering to Olga, who also nodded. Debbie slipped her arms around my waist and pressed her breasts into mine. We were swaying together and bumping pubic bones. I could feel how hard her nipples were as she rubbed them across my chest. She purred and smiled into my eyes feeling mine do the same to her. By this time I was just enjoying the dance and the closeness and the woowooooing started again when I slid my hands down from Debbie's hips onto her ass and pulled her into me.

I stuck out my tongue at Sapphire, who had always said I was wasted on a man (how rude!), and was distracted by movement in her lap. She was stroking her shaved little pussy! Just then Debbie leaned into me and captured my tongue in her softly sucking and licking mouth. I moaned as I felt her hands on my ass, pulling me into her. 

I realised way too late that I was starting to get hot again, really hot! At the hands of a woman!! Debbie's body was hard and toned. She was a firefighter during the day and whiled away hours in the weight rooms. Oh, but her skin and hands were soft and she smelled divine and God, she could kiss. She gripped my ass tightly and pulled my legs either side of her leg. In moments she was sliding my slippery little cunt up and down her thigh. 

She turned my face to kiss me again, but before she did, I saw Fi blushing and Leah licking her lips. Licking her lips? Oh my God, I always thought it would be with Leah. Maybe she always wanted to kiss me too? Then Debbie's mouth consumed me again. She kissed so aggressively and yet softly, it was demanding and made my mind swirl. I basked in the attention. My clit was wet and throbbing as I flexed my thighs and helped Debbie make me hump her leg. She wedged one hand under me from behind to keep a good grip and her fingers pushed straight into me. I was so wet!

She firmly took my breast in her other hand and crushed my nipple between thumb and forefinger. The song stopped just as I moaned. Everyone clapped and woowoooed and I couldn't believe I had juices running down my thighs all over again. I was in a daze and feeling very embarrassed.

"Go and have a shower, Shannon. You must be feeling very dirty," Martelle said, and winked.

"She can't help it, she's a naughty girl," said Leah, moving to the stereo to turn it down.

"She dances in strip clubs!" Sandy squeaked. Everyone giggled as the lights came up.

"Leah. Take her," directed Martelle.

I swallowed as Leah approached and took me by the elbow. Olga placed margueritas in our hands and Leah led me upstairs. I was getting so smashed I was glad I had Leah to lean on. 

We entered the main bathroom and she fixed a cold shower for me. After slipping my pink top over my head, I wormed my skirt over my hips and kicked it at the laundry basket. "Leah, is there anything going on I should know about?" I asked, standing by the shower and cocking my hip unsteadily.

"Uh huh!" she said, turning me and guiding me under the freezing water.

"What!" I squealed and squirmed.

"Well," she chuckled, "it's going to be your job to help Olga demonstrate the toys. It is a toy party, remember?" After that I didn't get a word in edgeways. She grabbed shampoo and washed my hair thoroughly. She was so fast, and worked without regard to my comfort. I had to shut my eyes and mouth to keep the lather out of them. She rinsed and rinsed and the icy water flowed over my body, invigorating my skin. 

Then she scrubbed me firmly from head to foot with a scrubbing brush. She was really rough but very quick and the only thing she said the whole time was, "This is for your own good." 

It was definitely one of those, 'banging one's head against a brick wall' moments. I felt wonderful once she stopped and turned off the water. I must have looked like a drowned rat, standing shivering in the shower cubicle while Leah grabbed a thick fluffy towel. She soon had me buffed dry and sitting in front of my vanity. She brushed my wet hair and tied it in a ponytail. It dripped down my back. She put blush on my nipples and they puckered. 

"Put your hands behind your back."

I looked at her in the mirror. "Why?"

"Because Martelle told me to cuff your hands behind your back. I also remember Johan telling you to do as Martelle says."

 

Reluctantly I put my hands behind my back. I saw Leah crouch down and felt her attaching fur-lined leather cuffs to my wrists. When she was done, she clipped them to each other. "Please, Leah," I said desperately. "This is me talking. Your best friend!"

"Stand up. Let me take a look at you." I did as she asked, pushing back the stool with the back of my knees. "Turn and face me."

"Leah?"

She dropped to her knees and smiled up at me, then attached matching cuffs to each of my ankles. When she was done she gazed at my pussy for a moment and I squirmed. I could feel how wet I was. She stood and put her hands on my shoulders, looking me straight in my eyes. "Shannon, I've been wanting to see you like this for so long." She slid her hands slowly down my arms, almost to my elbows, then back up again. "I think we all have."

"But, who, I mean, why?"

She glanced down, a lingering glance that meandered back up to my eyes. I felt more than naked. She whispered, "Because you are so fucking untouchable."

She reached out and drew a nail around my nipple. Mesmerised by her forwardness, I watched her do it and saw my nipple lengthen and harden, little bumps rising on my areola. "Ohh…" I gasped involuntarily.

She continued to whisper. "Look at you. You are fucking gorgeous, Shannon. And you don't even know it. Oh, you know you are pretty. But you are usually so reserved…" She rested her fingertips on my hip. Her touch was so light. So gentle. Her eyes traveled down my body, studying each breast and staring between my legs for long seconds. She whispered breathlessly. "You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, honey." She reached up with her other hand and gently rolled my nipple. I held my breath. She licked her lips before continuing. "I think all of the girls downstairs have, at one point or another, mentioned that you've never been in a demo." She rolled both nipples firmly, making them throb. 

"Ohhh…" I breathed. 

"I bet every one of them has wanted to see you naked. Except maybe Fi." She smiled. "She's the only one who doesn't admit to being at least… bi-curious."

"Are y… you bi-curious too?" I asked quietly, wetting the inside of my dry mouth with my tongue. This time she blushed.

"Well, I'm Shannon-curious," she said, grinning.

"I… I'm Leah-curious," I whispered.

She smiled and leaned into me, slipping her arms through mine and pressing her lips against my mouth. My mouth opened to her gently caressing tongue. She was sweet to the taste and mmmmmmm… God, I'd never been kissed like that. Her soft hands held my hips. I could feel her nails pressing into my skin and it was all I could do not to moan aloud. My pussy gushed and hot liquid trickled down the inside of both of my trembling thighs. I blushed scarlet and tried to pull back. My nipples ached and my legs felt weak.

"Oh, Leah, please…" I didn't know what I wanted. It was so good. I was being bad, wasn't I? Wasn't this wrong?

"Please what, dirty girl," she said, flicking her eyes downward. "What's this? Have you made a mess of yourself?"

She stepped back and looked more closely between my legs. Then shamelessly she reached out and ran her fingers