Entertaining at Large Ch. 05

"CU to tonite."

I had completely forgotten our arrangement with Mandy. I felt myself slump internally. I couldn't let them down, but the prospect of smelling the beer-soaked atmosphere of the Crown, let alone sitting in it for a couple of hours made my stomach somersault. I scrounged a lift home from someone who lived close to me and dosed myself with water, dry toast and more coffee in the vague hope that life would return to my savaged corpse. It was then I spotted the large brown envelope and a note from Mr J sitting in the centre of my bare kitchen table that I had missed entirely that morning.

"Could you ask Mandy if she would autograph this for me please."

Inside was the copy of Readers' Wives which included her photo spread. I looked again at the skinny, pouting pin up of forty years ago with envy. I seriously doubted I would live four more days, let alone four decades. I forced myself to go upstairs and prepare. That didn't help. I struggled in to the fishnets, split skirt and scooped blouse of my street walker's outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. The face that grimaced out left me with serious doubts that even Matt would pay to pick it up. I decided make-up was essential and spent thirty minutes applying every cosmetic I owned to one part of my body or another.

A further examination in a full length mirror suggested my labours had made a slight improvement to my image. When I snapped on the French garter, put on a pair of patent leather stilettos and covered everything up with a long winter coat, I felt ready for whatever the evening would bring.

I was wrong. Even though I had steeled myself for the expected smell of the pub, the reality was different. I had to stand for a moment inside the door, leaning on the jamb before venturing further. The sight of a cheery George in his familiar position behind the bar did nothing to raise my spirits.

'Looking good Susan. Another five pints tonight is it?'

'What ho, George. That's you off my Xmas card list you insensitive slob. Do you have such a thing as a fizzy water?'

'Don't worry I'll froth up some of the stuff out the tap with a fork. That should do you. They're in the back room. I'll pass it over.'

He was the only one laughing as I pushed through to the Snug. The excited babble of women's voiced stopped as I entered.

'God Susan love you look terrible. Bad night was it?'

'Thanks Mandy. The worst. I think I even kissed George.'

'You should have texted Tracy, we could easily have done this another night.'

Now she tells me. Mandy was resplendent in a figure-hugging scarlet sheath dress. I had to admire her. Most women weighing as much as she did disguised themselves as best they could in clothes which bore more resemblance to old sacks than couture. Her vast bosom rested on a comfortable stomach and looked perfectly proportioned. It was only in back view that you got a real sense of her hugeness.

'Hi Susan, I brought this. We'll soon wake you up.'

'What ho, Tracy.

Tracy wacked one of the padded seats with a long riding crop. It raised a cloud of dust and sounded as if the force may have ripped the fabric. I shuddered which just made her laugh. She dressed in cut-off jeans over thick winter tights and another tight number from her T-shirt. This one bore the legend "Slut". I tried to grin at her.

'I hope you don't mind me being here. I just came to say thanks for helping Uncle George look after me the other night. And, you know.'

It was Scarlett. My eyes were drawn automatically to her ankle. The strapping was clearly visible under her sheer black tights. She smiled pertly, her flaming red hair was drawn up into a pony tail and her naturally pale face was barely coloured by traces of make-up. She was stunningly beautiful.

'How's the ankle?'

'Not too bad. I can get around now, but I won't be dancing for a while.'

I ran out of conversation, so I just nodded. My head still felt as if it belonged to someone else. George came in from the bar and put a tray on one of the tables. It held a couple of alcopops, a small glass with an accompanying bottle of tonic and a bottle of Perrier water with barely any of the dust left on it. He gave me a wink as he left.

'OK you lot, let's get to it.'

Mandy was all business. She looked me up and down with a critical eye.

'You gonna take that coat off?'

I got to my feet and eased myself out of it. Tracy whistled appreciatively, Scarlett put her hand over her mouth and giggled. Mandy appraised me with a cool look.

'Very nice. I like the garter. How'd you come up with the idea?'

'I had a chat with Matt, the guy who's hiring us. It's what he said he wanted.'

'Naughty boy.'

Mandy smiled. Tracy clapped a palm on her thigh.

'I told you they liked a bit of chat.'

I fixed her with a cool stare and started to tell them about our "bit of chat". I started out irritated, but by the time I finished my tale I could not help but join in their laughter. Mandy was holding her sides she was laughing so much.

'He gave you thirty quid. I've been in the wrong business.'

'I didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered.'

'Flattered, sweetheart, definitely flattered. I know you're into this 'cos you like showing off, but if we start giving the punters stuff for free...'

'You end up with your knickers round your ankles and a dick up your arse.'

Chorused Tracy and Scarlett. They had obviously heard Mandy's mantra before; I definitely felt like a new girl. Mandy tried a frown but ended up grinning.

'Just because you've heard it before doesn't make it wrong. You two.'

She pointed at Tracy and I.

'You've got to take charge as soon as you get into the suite. You're not guests, you haven't been invited; you're performers and they're paying you to be there.'

I nodded; Tracy mock-yawned.

'Get in there and dominate the room. Find the groom and the best man tickle their fancies a bit, get the rest of them sat down, put on some music and get on with the show.'

She made it sound easy. Then I remembered how well-behaved the lads had been at my first show and the crowd down at the pub the other night. Might be doable.

'I understand you're giving them a bit of spanking and some girl-on-girl stuff.'

Tracy leered at me and gave a little cheer.

'Good idea. They want a night to remember and its odds-on none of them will have seen anything like it. You.'

She pointed a finger at Tracy looking like a cross between Lord Kitchener and Uncle Sam in a recruiting poster.

'Try and keep yourself under control.'

She left it at that. Scarlett didn't.

'When I did one of these with her she fucked me silly with a dildo and ended up in a gang bang with three blokes. I had to suck off the rest of them while they watched. And I was on a diet.'

'OK, OK. I was younger then. I'm much more professional now.'

'It was three months ago.'

Mandy was smiling indulgently at her daughter and niece. I thought I had to speak up.

'About that. Can we talk about it?'

'What?'

'The girl-on-girl bit and the spanking. I'm new to both of them and I don't really know how far I want to go.'

It stopped Tracy and Scarlett's tiff from developing into a row. Mandy extended her look of maternal concern to me too.

'That's important. You listen up Tracy. So what're your limits? How far do you think you want to go?'

I was put on the spot and tried to prevaricate.

'Well, I really like spanking, but I'm not sure about that.'

I nodded at Tracy's crop. She flexed it provocatively and grinned. She released the end and watched it quivering in her hand before using it as a pointer aimed at me.

'We all saw you juicing up the stage last Friday.'

'You didn't.'

Scarlett's mouth was a perfect "O". She was blushing on my behalf.

'You know what it's like; once you start down Orgasm Street it's all one-way. All those blokes watching just... I don't know.'

I threw up my hands in exasperation. Mandy was still all business.

'And girl-on-girl?'

I coughed.

'I've only tried it once.'

'That was with me at Mr J's house.'

There was pride in Tracy's voice. Scarlett looked a bit jealous.

'You should have seen her. Wriggling like a worm on a hook and screaming like a banshee.'

Now I did blush. It was not exactly like I remembered it, but it wasn't too far from it. I could feel that familiar tingle in my pussy. Mandy continued.

'The boys would love that. And they are paying a fair whack for this.'

'But what about me? What if I lost it completely?'

Tracy and Scarlett leaned forwards in their seats eagerly waiting for what was to come. Mandy just raised an eyebrow.

'And?'

'Well the last time I did, I ended up doing a Tracy.'

She looked a bit indignant at the implication. Scarlett just looked innocent.

'What happened?'

'I ended up fucking four guys. My bottom was sore for a week.'

'Spanking?'

'No, the other.'

She repeated her little-girl giggle and put her hand over her mouth again. It was clearly a mannerism she was unconscious of. I smiled at her. That made her blush. I looked at her with a fresh eye. Were we flirting?

'I think we need to get to the bottom of this.'

Mandy was unaware of her unfortunate phrase. The rest of us were now and broke into a gale of laughter. Mandy eventually twigged and laughed along. The atmosphere was lightened considerably and we all took the opportunity to have another go at our drinks and exchanging soft glances. Mandy eventually drained her glass and went to the small bar to shout for George to bring another round. He brought through a tray a few minutes later. Whatever Mandy's glance was meant to convey, but it worked wonders. No wisecracks, no leering glances, he simply turned to leave.

'We're out of Perrier, I brought you a lemonade.'

He called over his shoulder as he left. Mandy smacked her hands together, the crack almost echoed around the room. She rubbed them together eagerly.

'Right you lot. If it's OK with you Susan we'll give your arse a little work out.'

I was surprised how enthusiastically I stood up. Tracy was almost as quick and swished the crop about like one of the three musketeers. Mandy looked from her to her cousin.

'Not you. Scarlett.'

'What?'

Tracy stopped in mid-stroke and let her arm fall to her side. She looked crestfallen. I hugged her and pecked her cheek.

'Don't worry. You'll get your chance later.'

She perked up a little and her grin soon returned. We both turned to Scarlett, Tracy handing her the crop. She took it between her finger and thumb and held it at arm's length.

'I can't.'

Mandy was not having that.

'Yes you can. You can't strip in pubs all your life. You've got to have other strings to your bow in this business.'

I had never thought about it like that. I had no need for extra income, but for girls like Scarlett and Tracy, I thought, modern Britain offered this or a job in a fast food outlet. I threw an arm around her shoulder and squeezed.

'I want you to. Come on, it'll be fun.'

'What do we do?'

'Let's give them a bit of room.'

Mandy nodded to Tracy and the pair of them set about clearing a space in the middle of the room, carrying the tables and then piling the chairs on top of them. I sat down next to Scarlett as she flapped the crop hesitantly. I took her hand, tightened her grip and made her practise a few more decisive strokes. I smiled at her and nodded encouragement. I moved my hand to her head and started stroking her hair. She started at first, but soon I felt her relax and move her head the better for me to run my fingers down her pony tail. We both jumped slightly as Mandy dropped an oak arm chair in the centre of the room.

'Right misses, come over here.'

Her tone left me in no doubt that she had supervised this sort of thing before. We both stood and walked to her.

'You here. Kneel on the seat.'

She tapped me on the shoulder and patted the back of the chair. I tried to get in position but the skirt was too short for me to settle comfortably. I hoisted it up over the tops of my stockings and settled into position, pushing my bottom backwards and my knees and thighs against the arms of the chairs. Mandy smacked my arse hard with the flat of her hand. I gasped. The other two laughed.

'That'll do.'

She was talking to me, but Tracy and Scarlett quietened too.

'Now Scarlett, give me that, I'll show you what to do.'

I took a deep breath and waited. I could not see Mandy who was standing behind me, but Scarlett and Tracy were standing in front of me looking studious. I felt the softest of touches on my bottom by what I assumed was the folded leather at the end of the switch. She made two circular rounds of my cheeks before tapping me gently on each. I wiggled my bottom in appreciation.

The next blow was harder but not uncomfortable. We continued in this way for a few minutes, short bouts of stroking followed by increasingly hard smacks from the crop. I could feel my butt getting warmer and took my bottom lip between my teeth. I was nipping it lightly with each stroke. I shivered as Mandy stroked the insides of my thighs and then gasped as she brushed the leather against the thin gusset covering my slit.

'See how you do it?'

I looked round. Mandy was standing her hands balled into fists and thrust into the plumpness above her waist. The long crop, handle completely enveloped in one of her hands, shook in time with her breathing. She smiled down at me.

'Not too much for you?'

'No. Not at all. I can see your daughter doesn't get her sadistic tendencies from you.'

'Bloody cheek.'

Tracy had pasted a look of protest to her face but she couldn't sustain it for long. She whispered something to Scarlett and they both laughed. Tracy stuck out her tongue at me.

'I told her to rip your nipples off.'

'She can't, you already did that.'

'Alright you lot. Come on our Scarlett. Your turn.'

Scarlett touched my head as she walked past me and muttered apologies. I watcher her take the crop and make a couple of practise wafts. She seemed to set her jaw and then step into the space Mandy had been occupying. Well, about one-third of that space truth-be-told. She was slighter than Tracy with breasts much less pronounced. She was wearing a short denim skirt, it might even have been the one Tracy wore to Mr J's, and a tight white shirt with the word "princess" across her boobs. I wondered whether she and Tracy had bought their T-shirts at the same time. She took a step towards me.

'Would you mind looking at them? You're putting me off looking at me like that.'

I did as I was asked. Tracy's leer had not subsided; Mandy looked serious with her arms folded under her breasts and above her stomach. I felt the first touch on my bottom and couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

'Sorry Scarlett, it felt like a butterfly had landed on my bum. I'm not made of china you know.'

She clumsily dragged the leather loop over my buttocks and then gave me a sharp smack. The force made me inhale. Mandy's voice was harsh.

'No. Not so hard to start with. Do it like I showed you.'

'Sorry auntie.'

She sounded contrite.

'Stuff auntie. What about me? It's my arse you're bruising.'

'And Susan. I know you're a tough cookie, but make some noise. Pretend like she's really hurting you. The stag-lads will cream themselves.'

'Shouldn't we have a safe word?'

I'd been looking up spanking on the internet.

'Good. I always used "velvet". How's that?'

'Right. Scarlett, ignore everything I say and how much pain I might seem to be in. But if I say "velvet" stop straight away. OK?'

I heard Scarlett take a deep breath and felt the crop stroking my bottom again. I tried a small groan.

'Good.'

I almost expected to see Mandy and Tracy holding up score cards. She kept circling my buttocks and I kept moaning. It was hard not to laugh though. The first slap of the leather caught the soft skin just below the hem of my knickers. It was the shock more than anything which made me cry out.

'Sorry Susan, should I stop?'

'No. Don't be silly. I was just surprised. Carry on.'

She hit me again, this time on the fabric stretched over the meatiest part of my butt. I barely felt it but let out another cry. The blows, well taps really, came thick and fast. It was only when she missed my panties that I felt any real pain and then not much. I added pleas to my cries remembering that "they liked a bit of chat".

'Ooh, stop it.'

'No. You've been very naughty.'

Scarlett picked up on my new ploy straight away. The next blow on my arse was the hardest so far. I found my bottom lip back between my teeth.

'I won't do it again.'

'I know you won't. Not after I've finished with you.'

'Please stop.'

'Taking your clothes off in public.'

'I didn't.'

'For the whole world to see.'

She was giving my bottom a whip for every word she spoke. I began to get the feelings she was speaking from experience, not fantasy. The blows were getting harder to match the edge in her voice. Mandy intervened.

'Remember Scarlett, you've got to break up the spanking with some gentler stuff. Stroke her with the cane. Touch her hair. Tell us what you're doing. It's a real turn on.'

'Sorry auntie. And you Susan. Ok let's start again.'

I felt the crop feather against my buttocks again.The caress was much gentler and much more confident this time.

'You've got a lovely round bottom. I can feel how soft it is.'

She tapped me gently and I sighed.

'I'm going to run my whip down your legs.'

I felt a slight tickle as she stroked the inside of my thigh. She withdrew it and hit me, harder this time. I gave a small cry of real pain.

'You like that don't you? Having your soft, round bottom spanked?'

She hit me again and then resumed the stroking. She was humming to herself. She then gave me the hardest blow yet. I let out a scream of surprise.

'Answer me when I ask you a question.'

I heard the slap of the leather on the skin of my buttocks. The pain came a second later. I cried out again.

'What did you say?'

'I said you like this don't you?'

There was a tattoo of blows to match the words.

'No. Please stop.'

'I said you like this don't you?'

Scarlett raised her voice and I felt another half-dozen blows on my bottom. They were probably as hard as the first ones but my panties provided a slight cushion.

'Yes. I like it. Will you stop now?'

'Good girl, good girl.'

Her voice was softer and she resumed stroking me. I shuddered as the crop was deliberately pulled across my vagina. My clitoris was tingling. I felt Scarlett's hand in my hair and pushed my head against her has she ran her fingers through it; it felt nice.

My head was yanked back and I felt searing pain in my scalp. Scarlett had twined my hair in her fingers and given it a sharp pull. I felt tears come to my eyes and heard the swish of the crop as she brought it down hard on my arse. She released my hair and stepped away from me. I realised she was moving to give herself a wider arc. I tensed my buttocks as another sharp slap echoed in the small room.

'As you like it so much, you'll love this.'

'No, please stop. I was lying.'

I could definitely hear the whistle of the air against the crop as she brought it down again and again. I was biting down so hard on my lip I thought I could taste blood in my mouth. Scarlett was letting out grunts as she worked my arse and not all of my cries were simulated. My pussy was moistening and my clit was tingling more strongly in anticipation of the next sharp burst of pain.

'OK Velvet. That's enough.'

Mandy stopped Scarlett in mid-swing. I raised my head. She had a worried look on her face.

'I'm OK. Honest. She doesn't have to stop.'

In fact, my pussy was asking questions about why the pleasure had ceased.