“Mr. Thompson, how very nice to see you! I assume you’re here for the publicity campaign, yes?”
“That is right, although, before we get to that… Would you care to explain to me what’s going on with her?”
“Oh, Mrs. Jane? She is but our secretary.”
“And why is she lewd?”
“A simple policy of our company. We believe men and women operate most fruitfully when comfortable in their position, and Mrs. Jane agrees that as a woman, her place is to serve us.”
The atmosphere was so fucking tense. I could feel a storm’s amount of awkwardness pouring out of the mass of girls. Sarah, on the other hand, listened very intently.
“But that is horribly misogynistic!”
“How so? There was no forcing Mrs. Jane do to anything, and she is paid as much as we are. Is that not an issue most companies still need to fix? Come on, my good man, let us talk men’s business and leave the women in their place”.
And so they began muttering business mumbo jumbo about price fluctuations and publicity formulae and focus group tests… I looked up at them, with my nipples harder than ever. I imagined being in an office, with all those classy men around me in suits, cigars in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other, like caricatures of a Mad Men episode. And there was I, lower than all of them, kneeling, and naked.
“…if we are to convince a major studio to film the commercial for us.”
“I would advise you then to look in countries where censorship is minimal. For the middle east for example, Turkey would be a good focus point.”
“Is there any chance we could contact companies there for the marketing?”
“Yes, I’ll give you some numbers you can dial…”
And on and on they went about their business gibberish. Men talking seriously, while the naked little woman knelt obediently, ignored by them as if she didn’t even exist. It was wrong, I knew it, yet I still enjoyed it so much… Then I noticed the batons they held in their hands. We were starting to drift away from the main goal of the improv; to exteriorize the themes and ideas we had developed in our many discussions. I looked at the baton. It was just there, right in front of me. And those men, clothed and virile, they stood over me. Dominating me, lowering me in status and dignity. I looked at the baton. What happened next only happened because of how insanely aroused I was.
I took the baton in my mouth and, closing my eyes, began sucking it. It took a short while before anyone, focused on the discussion between the two men, noticed what I was doing. Little gasps erupted from where the girls were sitting. I don’t think I was technically conscious. Some sort of erotic nirvana had taken hold of me. The guys noticed me, and for an instant, I saw their act completely drop out of shock. They soon picked it back up though, and Issa looked over to Chris, asking :
“What is she…what is she doing?”
Chris laughed calmly whilst petting my head.
“Oh, our little Jane can be quite overzealous at times. She enjoys her duty much more than what is expected. Don’t you Jane?”
I removed the now wet baton from mouth and turned to him.
“Yes sir” I said before sucking his stick.
“Does she…do that often?”
“Oh yes, that is her foremost duty in here. It’s a far more fitting and productive task than writing on papers all day long. Now, now, Jane, that’s enough. Go pleasure the others, we’re busy here.”
“Yes sir.”
He gave my ass a spank and sent me crawling towards Liang and Sodden. I sucked their character’s “penises” at the same time, going back and forth between the two every few seconds. After a while of having these sour batons which tasted horrible, Sarah clapped and ended our improv. The embarrassment finally settled in when I had to stand up alongside the guys.
What the fuck had I just done? I had just acted as if I was sucking their… What the fuck…
“Well, that sure was a daring improv, wasn’t it?” Sarah said. “I’ll ask Jade since she was the centerpiece; Jade, what was the point of that story? We’ve followed that secretary for two chapters now and she continually gets taken advantage of by the men around her.”
“I don’t think that’s the case actually” I answered. Even though the angry gazes of most of the girls intimidated me, I wasn’t about to back down. “Her bosses never forced her to do anything. In fact she was the one who first came up with the idea, and it’s made pretty clear that she enjoys all this stuff.”
“Then what’s the message you’re implying?”
I began hesitating.
“Honestly I… I don’t know. All I can say is, the guys and I are trying to portray another angle of sexuality. We don’t just wanna go for the classic image of a naked man and a naked woman having sex in perfect equality. That’s just not honest to most of history, is it? We women still have to make our own sexuality ours. And not fifty years ago, it wasn’t ours, it belonged to men, they decided what to do with it. That’s the most accurate truth you can give about female sexuality if you want to be honest about most of history. I think the secretary’s situation is pretty reflective of that.”
“And yet, it’s not only the secretary’s, is it? You yourself reflect that pretty well, being the only one naked among your group of friends. If you’re critical of an imbalanced and unfair sexuality, why do you partake in it so much yourself?”
I saw all the female gazes lock themselves on me with ferocious determination. They awaited my answer angrily. I just lowered my head.
“I…I don’t know, I can’t say.”
Sarah laughed.
“It’s all right, that’s what all those exercises are here for. We’ll do more over the year and each and everyone of you will understand more about your character and yourselves. Alright, you can all go back to your usual discussing.”
The boys left the stage, all except for Alex who kindly gave me his hand to pull me up. He too seemed at a loss for words after what I had just done with the batons. Fortunately, none of the awkwardness in the room was felt by me. I was so aroused that I probably wouldn’t have noticed an asteroid crashing into the roof. My legs were starting to get wetter by the second. Holy fuck, my head was spinning. I couldn’t take it. There was so much arousal in me, there was a literal sea of fire beating in me, drowning me…
“Are you all right?” he asked, noticing my feverish look and half closed eyes.
No, no I wasn’t. My head spun and spun, my vision was near blurry, my breathing was so hard I looked like I was gasping for air. He put a hand on my cheek.
“Baby, you feeling alright?”
Fuck, his hand, how it felt over my steaming, sweaty skin, it felt so good… I wanted it, I wanted to feel his hands everywhere, all over me. I cuddled tight against him and put my face against his, whispering with my excited breath :
“Touch me.”
All he gave me was a confused look.
“What?”
“You heard what I said…” I moaned in utter desperation. “Touch me please, I need you to…”
He grabbed my waist to distance me from him but that only added to my arousal. I had enough.
I grabbed his hand and dragged him behind me to the costume room where I shut and locked the door behind me. Alex looked at me severely.
“Jade? What the hell are you doing?”
“I can’t take it anymore” I moaned. “I need you to touch my body, please Alex, pleaaaaase…”
I rubbed myself against him, making sure he felt every curve, every small part of my exposed front. My boobs rubbed against his shirt, and it’s fabric made my already solid nipples even harder. I was sweating, sweating so much I was glistening in the light, and I breathed with the heaviness of one who had just ran the longest of marathons.
“Unhh, unhh, unhh” I moaned and moaned desperately. “Please, please, please touch me” I begged, “I’ll do anything, please…”
I COULDN’T TAKE IT. I needed him, I needed his hands, god… I felt his rock hard cock against my pussy as I kept rubbing it with every one of my movements. He was breathing hard too, he wanted to touch me, I knew it.
“Please, please touch me…”
“Jade, you’re my best friend…”
“I’m your slut, just make me your slut…”
He couldn’t hold it in anymore. With one, quick move, he grabbed me by the waist and took me. Our lips met, and we kissed, we devoured each other’s lips, and the sounds were loud and wet and hot. I gave myself to him, surrendered my body to him. He was the man, he was the strong one, I only wanted to be held by him, and he did. And as our uninterrupted kissing continued, his hands explored all of me. They strode across all my skin and grabbed and groped and fondled every single part of me; my legs, my ass, my back, my tits… Oh yes, he played with my breasts, groping them from every possible angle and position. His other hand periodically gave me hard slaps on my butt; spank! spank! spank! it went continuously. And we kept kissing, locked in that chaotic embrace of skin and sweat. My skin, my sweat, I was the nude one. I had never felt so feminine in my life.
I was nude, beautiful and vulnerable, and my man was there to be clothed, to be strong, to hold me and kiss me and touch me while I offered all my body to his touch. There was a clear point at which he must’ve had enough of my hard, rugged breathing. He spun me around and grabbed my two arms which he held behind my back, restraining me against him. His other hand slid down across my body and found it’s way to my pussy. There he inserted his fingers, and played with it as I felt the greatest surge of arousal ever go through me.
At first, restrained and fingered, I kept kissing him, but as the fingering went on, my moans became louder and louder, and he had to cover my mouth with his hand to muffle my whore sounds.
“Mmmhhh… mmmmh… mmmmh…”
Oh god, I had never felt more insane in my whole life. So good a feeling could not possibly exist, and yet I felt it all…
“Mmmmmmhhhhh…” my moaning kept on becoming louder, and I felt a harsh slap on my ass.
“Shut up” he whispered, as tense as one pursued by the police. “They could hear us…” Unfortunately, since his hand had gone to slap my ass, my mouth was now uncovered, and a loud moan went out of it. He gave me another spank. ” I said shut up!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, unnhh…”
He covered my mouth again as my whole body at once tried to get closer to him and at the same time fought to escape his grip. I used all my waning consciousness to summon my skills in eastern dancing, and gyrated my hips in a great, sensual circle to throw myself against his fingers. If only a camera had captured the moment; I was nude, he was clothed, he held me against him, and fingered me as I literally danced on his fingers, caressing his neck and hair with my hands that blindly went behind me. Oh god, he was going deeper and deeper.
“mmmmmhhhhh, mmmmmmhhhhh…”
Holy fuck, how long could this go on, I was losing my mind, I was losing my god-damn mind…
“MMMMMHHHHH…”
Finally, it came, the release. Like a thousand year old breath finally liberated, the torture left me in one quick release, as wind would escape through a tunnel. With my arousal gone, all the adrenaline left, and I let myself collapse in Alex’s arms. He knelt and held me. I was fully naked and exhausted, and yet all that vulnerability felt like paradise, because he was there for me, holding me, protecting me… I was nuzzled against his torso, and his gentle hands kept on caressing my hair. He left a sweet kiss on my forehead.
“You alright?” he whispered, exhausted too.
I looked up and kissed him on the lips, slowly and lovingly.
“I always wanted to do this” I whispered back after tasting his mouth.
“Me too. We should’ve done it years ago.”
My first kiss. It couldn’t possibly have been better. Most girls wanted it to happen in a castle, dressed in a beautiful white robe with their prince lovingly kissing them. Mine had been in total imbalance, in complete unfairness. I had been the only one nude, and my body had been my prince’s toy to play with. But I thought about it, and knew that I never would’ve traded it for something equal,for something boring.
“Are we hanging out with the others tonight?”
“Yeah. Chris’s house.”
That naughty smile that had become my newest friend appeared on my lips.
“Good. I’ll learn what six pairs of hands feel like…”
Nice, bring on the next part!