Pierre le Valle - Yes, My Darling Daughter!

“George came trundling on, then, and shoved the woman away. I helped her unstrap the girl-she really had been whipped-poor thing was in an awful state. They didn't have that act any more!”

“Golly!” I shivered. “Some people go in for that, don't they-whipping each other, I mean.”

“Quite a lot — in a very modified form, it has its points as a sort of hors deurvre to the main course!” Stella topped up the glasses and smiled. “Don't worry — I'm not going to start beating you! Ah-here's the next act.”

The second turn was almost a repetition of the first, except that the girl had bigger breasts and stripped down from ordinary street clothes. The third act really was, as George had said, “a corker”!

The woman, I would say, was in her late twenties, a brunette, with ripe, mature curves. She was dressed in summery street clothes — light raincoat, belted, very high heeled shoes; an inch or two of a print dress showed beneath the raincoat and she carried a handbag.

At first, I thought it was going to be a copy of the first two acts, as she strutted around to music, gradually stripping until she was down to her bra and panties. She put her high heeled shoes back on after peeling off the stockings, then slowly swayed around the edge of the floor, close to the tables, followed by the spotlight. She began to sing in a low, throaty voice, pausing at odd tables; it was a pop number, but the words were laden with suggestion.

She stopped at our table, leaned, giving Stella and I a good view of her scantily-covered breasts. She walked round the table, paused again behind us, reached down and chucked Stella under the chin; her stomach pressed hard against my elbow as she bent forward. Stella grinned up at her, then the woman turned to me; her face was very close to mine as she sang words that went something like 'You do things to me-let me do things to you!' The strong perfume she was wearing tickled my nostrils as she came even closer; I looked at her heavily made-up face and decided she was quite pretty underneath it. She stopped singing and the music stopped with her; there was a tense silence in the club as her face came closer to mine. My heart-beat quickened as her lips came within an inch of mine; I didn't know whether to draw back or stay where I was; I thought she was going to kiss me as her scented breath blew on my mouth. Then she smiled, winked, ran the tip of her forefinger lightly down my nose and she was away, moving on to the next table, taking up the song where she had left off.

“Whew!” I let my breath out as I sat back.

“What's the matter-think she was going to rape you? Perhaps hoping she was?” Stella chuckled.

The singer went back to the centre of the floor again, body swaying in the tight pants and bra. Then came the final stripping. Off came the bra and knickers, slowly, in what seemed to be a conventional pattern.

Naked, now, except for the high heels, she posed for us, giving views of herself from the side, to show the firm, upward jut of her large breasts; the back, to let everyone see what a well-fleshed bottom she had and finally, she faced us, legs well apart, holding open the lips of her vulva.

She went over to the chair then, kneeling in front of it, giving us a side view of her. Opening her handbag, she put both hands inside, paused, then slowly drew them out again. Another gasp went up from the tables as a huge rubber affair came into view; shaped like a male penis, it had a big bulb at the base of it, just where a man's testicles would be.

The woman went through all sorts of suggestive movements with her hands; stroking the rubber penis, squeezing the bulb very gently, putting her face close to the tip, her mouth opening as though she were about to suck it, then pushing it away from her.

“I don't know if you've ever seen one before, but that's a dildo,” whispered Stella.

“I've heard of them, but this is the first time I have seen one-pretty life-like, aren't they!”

“And that one's a little larger than life!”

Georgina was now crouching on the floor, the dildo held at arm's length as though it were a snake. Gradually, she swayed back, until her bottom was on the floor; further still, slowly, and then she was flat on her back, the dildo held above her.

Leisurely, her long legs began to open; wider and wider until they were stretched to their maximum, showing us the whole length of her slit. The lips hung well open and shone wetly in the brilliant light; even so, I had doubts whether she would get that great dildo up her, because that was the obvious next move.

The music stopped again and she slowly brought the rubber cock down, holding it between her outstretched thighs, the knob poised above her opening. There came a roll of drums, her arms jerked sharply downwards, pulling inward and ramming the whole length of the huge dildo up her in one savage thrust. There were squeals of exclamations from the women at the tables and her own face contorted as it went in. She lay back, and we could see the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.

Then, very softly, tom-toms began. Holding the dildo quite still in her hands, she began to lift her bottom off the floor, jerking her sex up at the dildo, in time to the beat of the drums. That was the only part of her body that moved the whole time. That slow working of her sex on to the dildo, hips and bottom moving sinuously.

Gradually, the tom-toms became louder, their tempo faster, Georgina matching them with her movements, until the whole thing became frenzied. Sweat filmed her body, and the steady thump, thump of her buttocks on the floor provided a syncopation for the drums. Her rasping breath and jerky moans came to us above the sound of the toms-toms. Suddenly, her buttocks high off the floor, dildo in her to the hilt, she stopped then, with a deep groan, her bottom lowered once more, to jerk up hard; at the same time, she gave herself one brutal thrust, plunging the rubber shaft deeply madly squeezing the bulb at the end. The drums stopped.

Then her hands fell away and she jerked about on the floor, whimpering, the dildo half hanging out of her. She was either having a frantic orgasm or she was a first class actress!

The switching off of the spotlight ended the act amid tumultuous applause. I jerked involuntarily as Stella reached over in the semi-darkness and patted my lap — high up at the tops of my thighs.

“Bet it's pretty sticky just about there,” she whispered. “My drawers must be soaked! Wow! What an act!”

“Is it strictly legal?”

“Search me! We're all one sex-well-near enough! The show's private and for members only-and, incidentally, no one under twenty-one is admitted. I don't know of any law against consenting lesbians in private and over twenty-one. You figure it out!”

The next act was a repetition of the first two and I suppose came under the heading of “straight stripper.”

Finally, Jean and Penny were announced. Jean was a full-breasted, attractive brunette and Penny a tall, slim blonde, both in their mid-twenties.

Jean wore a gold lame cocktail dress, off-the-shoulder, with a simple chain necklace, wrist-watch, seamed nylons and gold high-heeled shoes.

Penny escorted her as her boy-friend; wearing a man's dinner jacket and accessories. A bottle and two half-filled glasses were on the table, with two chairs to one side.

They sat down, Jean giving us a flash of her lacy underthings as she crossed her shapely legs. They mimed talking and drinking for a while until the music started. Then Penny stood up, bowed elaborately and Jean nodded, ostentatiously un-crossing her legs and getting to her feet.

They danced a sort of acrobatic tango, and could they dance! Jeans' skirt, of course, kept swirling up round her hips, showing us a well-rounded and snugly-pantied bottom topping two plump, but well-shaped thighs.