Further out of comfort

They turned right out of the office into the dank and dingy alley that skirted their old brick building. Stacy still wasn't quite with the program, wandering along with the pack feeling fresh air between her legs and sweat beneath her catsuit. It was a new and unique kind of thrill: to be being led by a pack of wolves through the back streets, as vulnerable as she'd ever been dressed, with a bellyful of spunk already sloshing around. Suddenly she felt a little beyond her depth again, looking around at the grinning faces of all these older men. It sent dark shivers up her spine and reminded her of Lydia, Mr Gregory and the mysterious others he apparently represented. Every man around had that same self-serving, hungry predator look that Mr Chambers wore. The visage of men who'd pent up unsavory desires for far too many years and now, finally, had someone to unleash them upon… Stacy felt herself gulp at this acknowledgement, but her throat still held the taste of some of them… And that other part of her… That other part of her was gushing at the thought.

They arrived at one building which seemed like any other in this grimy, graffiti'd side of town. Except there was a large, besuited man stood conspicuously before the door. Stacy could vaguely make out the painted shape of a naked woman on the sign above the door, which told her about as much as she needed. Some murmured discussion took place ahead of her, resulting in the calling over of another, sallow-faced and pencil bearded character from where he was smoking.

"Ah! My favourite customers!" He said, open armed and gleefully, his accent strongly foreign, yet his English impeccable. However, his eyes flicked directly to Stacy, taking a long, slithering time to admire everything she had on show. "You know, we don't normally set up 'bring your own' parties, eh? Where did you find this one?"

A sighing Tom Banks appeared from the crowd of men, where for once he had been looking like he'd prefer to blend in and not take charge of this. He took the thin man a little to one side though, and after some whispered discussion, the rest of them were waved on in. Stacy could feel the stranger’s grin on her again as she passed. He leaned in close and whispered: “You have fun tonight, okay? See how you like it… maybe we hire you as well, eh?” The liquid chuckle and wink which came with this made her shudder, as did the way he calmly reached down and squeezed her ass as she walked on. One index finger casually sliding itself down into her exposed cleft.

Walking through that door was like walking into another world, one which was dark and seedy and smelt of stale booze. It was exactly the sort of squalid, dead-end space which Stacy had half believed only existed in movies. Great swathes of shadowy alcoves around a central platform, with only two or three silhouetted figures populating any of it. Yet there were 5 or 6 tall, beautiful women... all wearing small variations of nothing-very-much… dancing against poles, serving drinks, sitting comfortably in the few laps available. They drifted over toward the new arrivals with an eerie confidence, slipping their arms round waists and leading them towards the bar. Most of the men present seemed to treat these half-naked girls like old friends, greeting them by name and giving them kisses on the cheek. It reassured the schoolgirl slightly to see young Dan looking just as nervously out-of-place as she felt… though he cheered up considerably when an athletic-looking asian lady wearing nipple-tassles latched on to his arm.

Mr Banks caught up with them, but made a bee-line straight for the bar. Stacy got the feeling he wasn’t particularly happy that this was how the day had progressed, but had grudgingly decided that it could have been much worse. Suddenly finding herself no longer the centre of attention, the teen in her ripped catsuit began to stumble on her own sense of sexualised confidence. Some of the strippers were giving her disapproving sidelong glances… and her magic outfit more seemed to make her blend in around here, than stand out. She sidled over to the boss and he grunted at her, patting to the stool next to him. A bottle of lemonade was shoved into her hand by an uninterested-looking barmaid, but the cool, sugary liquid was gratefully accepted. Stacy had literally no idea where the evening was going to go from here. Yet, as always, the potential for new experiences began to play excitedly against her fears. ‘Let’s just find out...’ her heart said. ‘Let’s just find out…’