She remains perfectly still. Her expression reveals nothing. No inner turmoil, no regrets, no anxieties, no fulfilment. What does the inscrutable face in the mirror truly think?

……

Laura called a taxi to take me back to the flat. Anna and Hilary were preparing for a shoot. I was keen to stay, but this was a trial for some new venture, so my presence could have been a hindrance. I’ve said before I’m not naïve, but my life experiences were limited. I got the feeling this was a big change, one that if it worked, would be extremely lucrative. They needed their best, most experienced Glam Girls.

Reluctantly, I made my way home, my mind racing over the evening’s events. The details of a new offshore account in my name were carefully stowed in my bag.

I also was feeling very aroused, very horny and I craved satisfaction more urgently than I’d ever experienced before. I did think of flashing the taxi driver, but he looked more likely to have a heart attack than a hard-on at my antics.

On arrival at my flat, I went to pay him, but he smiled and said, “No charge. The ladies have an account. Here is my card for whenever you require to go for business.”

He was so sweet. Thank fuck I had not succumbed to my primal desires.

It was still reasonably early and my flatmates were “dressed to kill” for an evening at the local pub “The Cauldron”. It was aptly named, as many dark deeds of a sexual nature happened inside its dimly lit interior and even more dimly lit beer garden.

Perfect. A quick change of clothing and action!

I needed action right now!

The girls loved the vampy hair and makeup which I hadn’t changed. They said I was sex on legs. Little did they know! Still burning with unfulfilled raw hunger, I surveyed my wardrobe. On girls’ nights out we did dress to attract attention, but somehow I’d been a bit more reserved. Nothing I owned fit the bill. Carly could help.

I shouted to her as they sat in the living room drinking vodka shots to gear up for the evening.

“I have nothing really sexy to wear tonight. Can you please help? I need to get laid!”

Carly grinned and said, “About time. I’ve been dying to change your image. The make-up and hair are a perfect start.”

She looked through her huge wardrobe of scanty outfits, then pounced on a red halter-neck dress.

“Try this.”

At this point I have to tell you, Carly is about 3 inches smaller than me, and her tits are at least 2 cup sizes less.

“You’ll need to ditch the bra.”

I stripped off completely much to her amazement.

“For fuck’s sake, you’ve been keeping that quiet! What a body! Pity I’m straight or I’d give you a real seeing to right now.”

We both laughed and I pulled the impossibly tiny piece of material on. It fit like a second skin, hugging my body tightly. It was already indecently low-cut on the smaller-breasted Carly. On me it was dynamite. Most of my breasts were visible, and my nipples were barely covered by the thin band of fabric but the clinging material emphasised my very aroused state. The swell of my tits below my nipples was uncovered. I might as well have been topless, but the small part that was partially hidden made the effect far more enticing.

The dress stopped just below my bum, micro-short. The tiniest movement, though, caused the clingy material to ride up and show my nakedness.

Carly offered me a tiny red thong, brand new with the label attached. I declined.

“In for a penny, in for a pound!” I said defiantly.

She gasped and said, "Wow. Brilliant. Join the club. We never wear underwear when we’re on the prowl either. This will blow their minds down at The Cauldron."

“It’s not their minds I want blown.” I smirked.

I regarded myself in the mirror. Fortunately, I had sky-high red stilettos so the outfit was complete. Just a touch of scarlet lipstick and some heavy eyeliner and I was ready for action.

The other girls thoroughly approved of my new look all the more when they whipped the dress up to ensure I wasn't wearing knickers. They all flashed too. Carly took a pic and posted it to Instagram titled “Pussy Galore”.

When we entered the pub, all eyes were on us, as usual, but the reaction to my appearance was very rewarding indeed. Stunned, I think is the right word. Was this really sweet Kat?

I could feel the dress inching higher as I strutted confidently to the bar stool. Although the pub was fairly dark, I knew that those close by were getting an eyeful.

To say I felt powerful and wanton is an understatement. Knowing that I was virtually naked in public was mind-blowing. Where had this whore been hiding? Make no mistake, I was game for anything.

“A spanking... in public?”

There was that voice again. If possible I became even wetter. Just the thought of my bare bum being seen and spanked, had me on the verge of cumming.

Should I perch on the high stool and flaunt my wares? It was tempting…

Maybe later.

The drinks and compliments were flowing, the looks and hands were roaming. A few of the girls, including Carly, were looking a bit dishevelled and unbuttoned.  Usual for a Friday night. Less usual was the attention on me.

Jim was first. After a couple of drinks, I stood at the bar chatting to him. His eyes never left my tits and nipples. His hand which had been casually on my waist found its way to my bum and started fondling. Then the realisation that I was naked underneath hit him.  His fingers eased under the material and started stroking my cheeks. His breathing becoming ragged, his face flushed. He pulled my cheeks apart and continued to explore.

My arousal was at boiling point, so I steered him into a darkish corner. Fervently, we started kissing. Tongues probing, teeth nipping. It felt good. He pulled my dress right up and his hands were all over my bare bum before fingering my eager fanny. One finger, then two, then three. Right inside where I was squirming and soaking. Momentarily, I thought of all the guys earlier who had seen my pics and who were dreaming of doing this, and more, to me. The thought also briefly occurred that my bum and fanny were visible to the whole pub and that anyone could see me being fingered. Wow. What a turn on.

Finally, we came up for breath. I excused myself briefly to apply more lipstick and a liberal spray of Poison. To be honest, I'd have shagged him there and then in front of everyone.

No one seemed to have noticed our antics. Oh wait, standing slightly apart from the others was Jim’s gorgeous, older brother. He raised his glass in a salute and grinned. I smiled back; he was hot!

When I returned from the Ladies, the two guys were in conversation. They had bought more drinks. Mine looked like a really large double.

They suggested we should take our drinks out to the Beer Garden. Euphemism for the Shagging Shop.

“I’d love to.“ I smiled knowingly at them

There were a few people in the lantern-lit garden in varying stages of undressing; some were already actively shagging. Nobody paid much attention except for the non-participants, the “peekers” sipping slowly at their pints, watching the action with greedy eyes.

Jim and his brother Sam steered me to a fairly secluded spot, but still visible to the “peekers”. All the better. By this time I was throbbing all over, desperate to be fucked. I wasted no time.

The table was picnic-style with two benches. I perched on the table. As I sat I hitched the top of my dress down. Now they could see my areolas and erect nipples. Just for good measure, in case they didn’t get the message, I slid my dress up and opened my legs. My fanny was discreetly hidden by my black hair, so ever so slowly I placed my drink down, and with both hands I parted my lips to show them how wet and inviting my not so shy vagina was. I then downed my drink in one.

“Ready? Who’s first?” 

None too gently, Sam made the first move.

“You’ve had your starter, little bro. Now for the real man, little lady.”

His mouth roughly found mine while his hands pushed the material away from my tits. I knew they were on full view and I loved that. He stroked and rubbed, then he pulled and teased my nipples which felt huge. Meantime Jim, who was no longer satisfied with just a starter and being a bystander, decided to go straight for the main course. By this time I was on my back and he pulled my dress up completely, before impatiently pushing my legs apart and plunging his fingers inside me again. He knew the way now.

By now I was squirming and writhing and uttering all sorts of guttural noises. Two for the price of one. Then they changed places. Pretty sure they’d done this before. Now I was on top of the table on all fours. The table felt like an altar and I was the sacrifice. A very willing sacrifice. In my heightened state of ecstasy, I glanced round the dimly lit garden.

As if by mutual agreement, the other couples had gone. Only the “peekers” remained, watching closely. There were far more than earlier, as if some signal had been sent that there was a hot live performance on. They all had their cocks out, wanking furiously. All pretence of drinking was now gone.

This was my second performance of the evening, but with no payment this time except for my gratification. I felt movement behind me, then my legs were pulled wider. By now I was desperate.

“Now, Fuck me hard, right now!” Did I actually scream that?

I got my wish as Sam’s huge hard cock sank deep inside, thrusting harder and harder until I felt him spill his hot load inside me. I was shaking with euphoria, but the night was not done. There was another hard cock to fulfil my desperate need. He lasted longer than his brother, grabbing my cheeks tightly while he thrust and emptied.

When he pulled his cock out, he lifted me off the table and turned me over so I was bent over it. I knew what was going to happen, and I was thrilled by the dark thoughts from earlier that night. Those dark, delicious thoughts were coming much sooner than I thought.

My upturned bum was in full view of the “peekers”. My dripping fanny was clearly visible too. Jim was first with three loud spanks on alternating cheeks. I never dreamt what a turn-on those sounds would be; they echoed round the walled garden. I wriggled and tingled and leaked all at the same time. Sam was next. He did the same. Ecstasy. Then I heard him saying, “Any volunteers? She’s been a naughty girl.”

What a stupid question.

They lined up. One spank each. Though a few very sneakily fingered me quickly before their turn was over. A few also made sure their cocks were pushed between my reddening cheeks.

I was sated, and wet and tingling.

I rearranged my dress. The “peekers” vanished. Jim appeared with a tray of drinks, and others strolled into the garden, seemingly oblivious to the erotic scene that had just played out.

“That was hot. Game on,” I heard myself saying.

The two brothers smiled and in unison said, “When? How about same place, same time tomorrow?”

My needs had been well and truly met tonight. However, my mind was racing back to Glam Girls. What was the new venture, would I be involved? After tonight I realised that I had no boundaries and the thought of easy money was overpowering. The thrill and pleasure while earning that money was almost, but not quite, more powerful.

I now knew tonight at The Cauldron was probably a one-off. The brothers quite simply would no longer be able to afford me. Tonight had been a rehearsal in some ways for what was possibly to come… spanking would definitely be on the menu, especially as I suspected that clients would request that and pay well for the extra. I also knew not all the Glam Girls would consent.

I smiled sweetly at them. “I’ll need to consult my diary.”