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I told Kay to look out for the “lucky” invite arriving and to make sure it was amongst the pile of mail James would sort through at breakfast.
“Junk mail, junk mail” he said sorting through the post at breakfast with Kay a week later. “Nobody ever offers me real free money, or a genuine free holiday without the catch of paying for extras that cost more than going via a travel agent!” “I never even get offered free magazines that I’m interested in” he said chucking a handful of the offending mail into the waste bin.
“That’s because you would like free car magazines or free glamour mags “ said Kay smiling “and they know they can sell those without resorting to freebies”. “Guilty” said James “but then I like to see beautiful cars and beautiful, curvy women.” “You’d look good in a glamour mag you know. Those tits would increase readership by a ton” he said grinning at her. “So you’ve told me, often” she said “We posh ladies don’t get asked about such things” she replied pretending to frown, though her nipples had risen under the silk robe she was wearing.
James played his part well: “Oh hello, what’s this? I’m a lucky guest winner courtesy of a local business? Hmmm..maybe a free meal or a drink” he muttered as he opened the letter “Oh, I’ve won a glamour shoot! Damn, just when I’m not gym fit” “Ah, wait a minute, I can nominate someone else to use it if I wish”….Kay looked up, raising a knowing eyebrow “I can see the wheels turning hub”……..”
"Well how about it? I’ve got a birthday coming up and you always say you can’t think of what to buy me...I’d love some glamour pics of you and it’s not like some sleazy top shelf magazine, it’s a local guy who wants to do some test shooting in his friends club, ready for a new opening, so it says here”.
For half a day Kay pretended not to want to do it and James played persistent hub asking for his birthday present and she then “relented”.
James promptly messaged me “Game’s on”…. little realising Kay had sent a similar message saying “James has agreed to let me have my pics taken”.
I sent them a further message saying we would meet near the club as the idea was to also take some pics of the lady making her way there as a VIP guest.
The day has come and the boys and I ready ourselves and plan a meet up at our local, once there I message James and ask if its all still going ahead and if so how is Kay?. James message comes back very quickly: “In full blown lady of the manor, but with hot overtones, mode” he says. “She’s been to the hairdressers and her long blonde hair is now piled on her head in a glorious tempting bun-like style (think Jane Seymour, but blonde, in “Somewhere in Time”), make up and nails professionally done.
I’ve never seen her in such sexy dark red nail varnish before and her lipstick matches it. Slight blusher in her cheeks, deep smokey eye shadow with a hint of glitter. Then dressed to the nines trailing a cloud of Chanel. She is wearing her expensive real pearl earrings, with matching 3 strand necklace and pearl embellished watch as well as her expensive engagement and wedding rings. Dressed in one of her very expensive and figure hugging full-length ball gowns, deep velvet red to match her lips and nails, not totally backless, but enough on show to tempt anyone standing behind her where they would also see it is slit from the hem to just below her curvy bum.
Round the front is a very low neckline with a cleavage to die for looking like it will spill out as she’s wearing the surprise ¼ cup bra I bought her for this evening. It pushes her tits up to the limit and her nipples are clear of it so very obvious under the material of her dress. The bra has a matching almost not there thong so there is no panty line visible in her dress. With it she is wearing FF black hold ups, with a pencil thin seam extending down to the cuban heels and on her feet 4” heeled ballroom shoes in pearl to match her real pearls. The red sole giving away the expensive maker. In case the evening is cool she has her white fur shoulder jacket that always makes her look so vulnerable when she snuggles it around her.
Once I know Kay is ready I send the location over to James, its at this point I send a second message informing James he will be dropping Kay off on her own! I tell James you’re to carry on home get your laptop ready and send me your Skype address. I tell him I will get someone to phone him just as he arrives at my local pretending to be an urgent recall to work to sort out an urgent production problem.
It takes a while for a response from James, when he does he proceeds to tell me that he wasn't sure about this change and was about to call it all off but Kay was stood in front of him dressed and ready in her ball gown, her magnificent cleavage trying its hardest to break free from the top of her posh dress. “Ready Darling, come on, let me get some posh pics for your birthday” and with that she donned her fur jacket and swept out to stand by their car, waiting, like a real lady, for him to open the door for her.
“You look more nervous than me Darling” Kay chided as they drove. “Don’t worry, he’s a local guy, well known, so I’ll be safe doing this” she said, keeping up the pretence that she had no idea that fun was on for the evening. “Message him to say we are on our way”.
The message pings into my inbox. "Game on boys" I say and the rest of the pub look round at us as Mark and Andy let out a large cheer.
I send another message back to James, “Right you will stop at the top of town outside the Cross Keys pub, and I will meet you kerbside. I will explain that the club owner has sent two of his doormen who will escort Kay down the road to the club. They will be parading her for all to see this beautiful, glamorous, posh lady looking amazing and dressed for a very expensive night out visiting my friend’s club. Being flanked either side by two large black guys people looking over will think she is a celebrity with her body guards.”
Five minutes later I see James’ car swing into the parking space at the kerb outside the pub. I greet them warmly and Kay looks “surprised”. “It’s you, oh my gosh. Erm I don’t know what to say”.
“Yes it is me, and it’s beautiful you too, but tonight is business my dear lady” I say keeping up the pretence. I explain to Kay the walk to the club details and I pretend to be explaining to James how he must stay out of shot in the publicity pics as I take him a fair distance aside.
“She’ll be fine, you wanted her to play some more and tonight we do it my way, so get ready for that call and act the next bit well”. As we walk back to Kay, Andy is watching us from the bar and dials James’ phone.
He looks at it, then steps aside to answer it. “What, now? Have you called in the support team? Can’t reach Fred or Bob? Dammit, I’m taking my wife out. I’ll have to cancel. I’ll be there in 30 minutes” he growls.
He looks at Kay “Sorry darling, we may have to call this off, Rogerson has just had a major production problem called in and he can’t reach all the support team. I’ll have to go in and it could take hours. They have to be back up before morning”.
Kay looks at James “Now look, I agreed to get some glamour pics for your birthday after much reluctance and I’m stood her dressed up like Cinderella with no prince charming now. Neil kept me safe the other night and I’m sure he will now, especially as this is business. Go and sort out Roger whatever his name is and give me a call when you can, or if you’re still tied up I’ll either get a taxi or Neil can run me home when the shoot is finished O.K?”
James played it as if he were reluctantly accepting the inevitable, kissed her on the cheek and said “See you as soon as I can”. I grin at that, as Kay doesn’t understand the "seeing" he will be doing so quickly is when he gets home and onto his computer.
He will see her doing the glamour poses as we promised but a whole lot more besides. We’ll get her into that slutty underwear even if we need a bit of persuasion via showing her the DVD content as a lever. He may even see her looking for custom in the club when we get her to roleplay for some pics.
He’ll def be be seeing two monsters of men who will have her posh clothes ripped off and stripped down to her slutty underwear in just a matter of hours and a third (Ben) will join them. There are lots of possibilities and we’ll definitely need more meets to explore some of them, but for tonight let's start by getting our guest into position with her two minders for her VIP walk to the club
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Leaves open the possibility of spending too long in the gym (the club boss has called to say tonight is off as the replumbing and mopping up will take longer than thought) so the club visit could be yet another chapter. meantime the gym experience waits to develop...
So your "swerve":
James, understanding the need to get home and onto his computer quickly, jumps back in his car and drives away. I give the nod and Andy and Mark walk out the pub and Kay is shocked and a little embarrassed at first of them as she realises who they are, until a Andy leans into her and whispers in her ear "You look amazing tonight Kay"
"Don't worry me Mick and Ben will look after you and treat you like a princess. We work part-time for the club, so we’ve been sent as your escorts."
Kay doesn’t pick up on the Ben name, or if she noticed it has assumed it’s the club owner.
“Escort me then guys” Kay smiles and offers her arm for Andy to take hold and begin to parade her down the road, Mark quickly flanks Kay on her other side taking her arm.
She feels like a celebratory being walked down the street in the warm early evening sunset, esp as I’m in front of the 3 snapping away with my camera. Kay soon gets in to the spirt, as I encourage her, like a model on the red carpet facing the photographers. Her walk gets more flirtatious like she is striding down a catwalk, hips swaying, chest bouncing, seemingly in danger of eascaping her dress top, flicking her hair back like a model
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“Hold on guys” I say as I fish in my pocket and extract my phone. I make a deliberate show of rechecking it. “Damn, sorry guys another slight change, there has been a burst water pipe in the club but its OK the gym is just over there we could pop in there for half an hour or so until the plumbers been and sorted the club!"
“That’ll ruin the boss’s evening” chimes Mick “He’s already spent a fortune on the redecoration |
