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I was lost in rapture. I stood, my back against the door watching her writhe on the table. She used slender fingers tipped with magenta nails to stroke against the front of her satin panties sensuously. The breathy sighs escaping her pouting lips assaulted my sex as surely as if she knelt at my feet licking my pussy.
My flesh heated and my pussy throbbed, almost as a reflex my own fingers sneaked inside my knickers to touch myself, registering the sensation of the silky underwear I was also wearing. They contrasted with the sporty thong I’d normally choose because nothing was normal about this situation. I had never seen Angela without her clothes, but I had imagined it countless times since last night. It made me dripping wet, as I imagined the hot lesbian sex we could have together.
Rewind to yesterday in the Queen’s Head. I was pulling pints and unloading hot, clean glasses from the dishwasher, my usual Thursday night. A young woman was sitting at the bar with a large glass of red wine, which she was sipping slowly while trying not to repeatedly check her phone. She looked beautiful as always, but tonight there was something more formal about how she’d put herself together. Her long chestnut hair hung in waves, framing her pale complexion while those rosebud lips, adorned with a subtle gloss, looked so kissable.
I watched her as I served drinks and entered orders on the till, she seemed vulnerable without her girlfriends. We hadn’t done much more than nod and smile in the past, but when there was a lull in customers I moved down the bar to ask if she was alright. She seemed startled at first, then offered me a crooked smile.
“Yeah fine,” she blew out a sigh. “Guess I’ve been stood up.”
“That sucks,” I acknowledged. “I’m about to grab a cigarette break, did you wanna join me and talk?”
It was a gamble I knew, but those who don’t try, don’t get. I saw her wrestle with her thoughts, probably wanting to go home to nurse her wounded pride. To my surprise, she nodded and slipped off the barstool. I smiled and my heart flipped as I lifted the hinged section of the bar for her to come through and join me out back, in the staff courtyard.
It’s tidy outside where all the empty bottles get stacked, but a bit basic. There are two foldable plastic chairs and I sank gratefully into the nearest to give my feet a rest. As she sat down too, I pulled cigarettes and lighter from my apron pocket and offered her one.
“No thanks, I don’t smoke,” she smiled.
I raised my eyebrows as I lit one for myself.
“I just wanted to escape from all those pitying looks.”
She tossed back her hair and I fizzed inside when I noticed the jiggle of her breasts under her blouse; I love a girl who doesn’t wear a bra.
“My name’s Angela. I know you’re Pria because I come here pretty often.”
“But not usually on your own,” I blew my smoke away from her, thrilled that she had learned my name.
“No, my friends and I like to stop by for a couple of drinks before going on to a club or for a meal. I wanted somewhere people knew me for my first date, in case things got weird.”
“That’s sensible,” I nodded.
“But the bastard didn’t even show up!” Her colour rose and she looked away. “Or do you think she came and didn’t like what she saw?”
“Don’t be crazy, who wouldn’t want to meet a gorgeous girl like you?” I hid my elation in the force of my encouragement. “Did you use an app?”
“Yeah, Bumble,” she nodded. Pulling out her phone she scrolled to show me a picture of a pixie-faced blonde, slightly older than both of us.
“I definitely didn’t see her tonight. I tend to check everyone who comes in the door.”
“No text to say sorry, or I’m running late. Nothing.” Angela shook her head.
Unfortunately, my break was over. I ground out my cigarette butt under my trainers, comfortable shoes are essential when I’m standing all night. Angela stood up too.
“Come back to the bar. I’ll buy you a drink,” I smiled, unwilling to let her go for the night.
She only wrestled with herself for a moment before accepting, perhaps she felt the spark too.
Settled back on a bar stool, Angela looked a whole lot more relaxed. We laughed and joked, each sipping a glass of red wine. Occasionally I broke off to serve customers. The clientele began to head home, so I was wracking my brains for something to say to let her know I was interested. Then a guy I’d never seen before, wearing a belted grey raincoat, came in and ordered a whisky.
“Straight up? With soda?” I asked.
“Over ice,” he replied while looking at me searchingly. I can’t say why but my spidey senses tingled.
Having served his drink I returned to talk to Angela, whose wine glass was empty. I’d have to make my move soon or—
“Excuse me, ladies, this is not a pick-up line, but have either of you modelled before?”
“That most certainly is a pick-up line!” Angela retorted.
We both burst out laughing because it was so corny.
“Yeah look at me,” I dabbed at the corners of my eyes, “who’s ever heard of a 5’2” model?
The guy in the raincoat looked hurt that we found his question so funny. Thinking to humour him I asked what sort of modelling. He explained that it was more of an ambassador role, but that his client liked the classic model looks, which he said we had. When he told us the pay, I thought I must’ve misheard, and Angela gasped out loud.
“Are you interested?” He took a sip of whisky before swirling the remaining liquid around chunks of ice.
I looked into Angela’s dark eyes and a jolt of electric charge hit my pussy. I’d do anything to spend more time with her, if she was in, so was I. Her teeth caught her bottom lip thoughtfully.
“Where and when?” she asked.
Raincoat guy pulled out a business card which bore an out of town location.
“Be there at 1 pm,” he said tapping the card with a finger.
Angela’s eyes flicked to mine for confirmation. I nodded.
“OK, we will.”
As she picked up the card to slip into her purse he told us:
“It’s an audition, they only need one girl.”
Then placing his glass down carefully, he walked out of the Queen’s head.
“Well, that’s a slap in the face! I thought he was offering us both a job,” I spluttered as we watched him leave.
“You still want to go?” Angela searched my face, her eyes large like a Disney princess.
I’d go anywhere to spend more time with her, so I nodded and we made travel plans to reach the location tomorrow by one o’clock.
So that’s why we were in what appeared to be a boardroom in a country club, acting a sexy and seductive role for the red-eye of a camera. On arrival, we had been briefed further about the cam girl position for which we were auditioning. Non-disclosure agreements were signed. With pretty sets of bright underwear to change into, we were encouraged to select ‘performer’ names for our audition. Angela chose scarlet lingerie trimmed with fuchsia lace, so she logged her name as Ruby Rubbings.
Undressing cautiously, I smoothed on a pair of nude stockings. I’m less than confident about my body, I have small breasts and a petite stature, but as I stepped into the yellow satin panties and fastened my nylons to the matching suspender belt I began to slip into character. Cunning Canary was far sassier than Pria. Even if I didn’t get the gig, watching Angela (a.k.a. Ruby) perform would be enough reward. With our clothes stored in a changing room locker, we held hands as we walked to the room where our audition was being held.
Entering the empty room was strange. However for Ruby, it was as if someone had flicked a switch; she immediately began to simper and flirt, eyes locked onto the ceiling-mounted camera. I stood against the door, slightly shy to be wearing only scanty underwear in broad daylight, but watching Ruby turn the charm up to full volume was causing flutters in my panties. As my nipples began to harden, I fondled them through the low cut yellow satin bra, enthralled by her antics.
Ruby lay back on the table, spreading her knees to enable her to reach into her red silk underwear with ease. My mouth almost watered as my eyes locked onto her hand, now delicately stroking and dipping into that honey pot. As if she could read my lust-filled thoughts she raised manicured fingers to her cardinal red lips, licking and sucking off slick juices. When she delved back into her slit, I echoed her lithe movements in my own underwear, and we sighed in unison as our fingers slid teasingly in and out of ourselves.
As if throwing down the gauntlet, Ruby rose gracefully from the table’s polished surface and moved to replace me as watcher by the door. This was the moment to unleash my sexy, so I strode with more confidence than I felt to sit on the table. With a spread of my legs, I invited my remote audience to enjoy my ‘story’.
Pulling down one cup of daffodil yellow satin, my neat brown nipple was on display, dark and hard. The tight little tip was puckered, so I licked my finger, then trailed it around, evoking a shudder of pleasure. I couldn’t see Ruby, because she stood behind me, but the idea of her watching, touching herself because my actions excited her, made my labia damp and glistening wet. I used the pads of my fingers to rub and massage my fleshy lips, making warm sensations of pleasure radiated out from my practised touch. I sighed. I was an expert at getting myself off with just my fingers.
Ruby and I switched places again and I stood, impatiently now, at the door watching her languid, feline moves. After stroking her pussy and teasing her nipples, the object of my lust raised her hips. I caught the glint of her belly button jewellery. She divested herself of the red and fuchsia knickers, hooking her thumbs in their sides they slid easily off her hips. Ruby let her legs drape off the table, teasing and fondling the depths of her pussy, occasionally brushing against the engorged bud of her clit. Ruby moved seductively, but I knew just what tremors and tightening she was feeling because I felt them building too.
I couldn’t look away. I licked my slippery fingers, imagining it was Ruby’s juices which coated them. The sweet tang of our combined arousals permeated the air and Ruby appeared transported with delight. Her fingers dipped and stroked repeatedly, then she paused and gasped as her muscles throbbed and tightened against their probing. A flush washed over her skin, echoed in a similar red-hot delight which twisted inside me.
As we switched places I felt Ruby watching me intensely as I slipped onto the table. The smooth surface chilled my overheating flesh. This was my siren call, I touched myself while imagining it was Ruby’s fingers there, against my engorged labia or teasing my clit which strained to capture every sensation it could. My folds were awash with slippery lubricant, making every touch sweeter, more electrifying. Tell-tale pulses caused my belly to twitch and fuelled a clutch deep within.
Ruby Rubbings moved towards me on silent stockinged feet, captivated by my moves she leaned down to stroke my torso. Her red nails burned a trail up my ribs as I tried to convey all my hunger in one look. She sank until her head was level with my pussy then flicked out her tongue, dainty and gentle as a cat. I’d thought I craved rough possession, but being on the receiving end of feathery feline licks was a sweeter torment.
“I can taste how much you want me Cunning Canary,” she whispered with a wicked smile.
I shuddered against her soft lips, totally at her mercy. I couldn’t hide my escalating desire, and I didn’t want to. It didn’t matter to me if she got the job from this audition, all I cared about was her tongue slipping tenderly into my slit.
Fastening me in place with a beguiling look, she kissed her way up my thighs. My breath shuddered in my chest as her fingers meandered up my torso to focus their attention around my aching nipples.
“My turn, Canary,” Ruby smiled as she sashayed to the other side of the table.
Perching her bottom on the glossy wood she reclined in a supine position. I followed her and sank to my knees between her smooth thighs. Locking my eyes to hers, I licked with intent; intent to pleasure, intent to tease combined with my intent to devour every precious drop of her liquid arousal. It was as if we could see into each others’ souls. When her breath quickened, I knew what she was experiencing, because she’d brought me to fever pitch too.
Ruby splayed her fingers around her labia. Tightening the skin made her clitoris protrude, so I swirled my tongue around her little bud and suckled it. Her ragged breath let me know she was close so, sucking and massaging with my tongue, I maintained the pressure and it swelled from my attention. My lover squirmed and pressed against me, but I would not fail this test. I latched on, intent on delivering the building sensation she needed to come. Pulling her writhing hips to my face, I held her safe against me until her climax broke, feverish and heated, then I continued to lick while watching her face settle into repose.
Switching places this time I knew I couldn’t hold back, my thighs were slick with juices from watching Ruby come undone at my ministrations. The pulse at my core was a beating bass drum, heralding the culmination of our gentle flirting, the persistent tease since we’d entered this room.
The red-eye of the camera was forgotten, replaced by the eyes of my lover. I was putty in her hands, with catlike licks she had me clawing the table for release. Soon I was hurtling towards the abyss of my climax, eager to tip over the edge into a whirling vortex of blissful sensations. Ruby flicked, tickled and stroked with her tongue until she took me there.
Having held me down lest I felt fractured by the enormity of my climax, she was tender yet possessive when we kissed. She leaned down over my head to cup my cheek, and our lips touched. I tasted my essence on her mouth, I embraced the swirl of her talented tongue. In that moment, I was hers, she had conquered me in every way. Swinging her head to look directly at the camera, Ruby’s face had victory written all over it.
“C’mon Canary, it’s time we went home.” Ruby strode confidently to the door.
That was her mic drop moment, right there, so I scrambled to follow her as she sashayed out, grabbing her knickers off the floor along with mine.
Outside we burst into breathy giggles.
“Did we just do that?” she asked.
“We did!” I agreed, pulling her in for another kiss.
Our bodies melted together in warm familiarity. My head was spinning, I wanted more; what had happened on that table, in front of the camera was not nearly enough. What next, my anxious brain was asking? Was this a one-off, for the purpose of the audition?
“Let’s grab our clothes and get out of here,” Angela broke the spell.
We walked down the corridor with dignity, despite our state of undress. Once inside the changing room, we pulled on our clothes as quickly as possible. I looked at the bright yellow underwear which I’d been wearing, then glanced at Angela. She had discarded her vermillion scanties on the bench. My pussy clenched at a glimpse of her side boob before she slipped a tank over the top. As if she felt me watching, she turned. Her eyes skimmed dismissively over the silky garments.
“I don’t need those. Are you ready?”
We caught the bus across town. Held hands beside one another on the plush seating. The uneven roads made our shoulders bump, but our thighs pressing together was entirely, deliciously voluntary.
When the bus neared the Queen’s Head I stood up and rang the bell. Angela rose and followed me out of the door once it hissed open. I gestured to the pub.
“Are you coming in for a drink? Have you got time?”
“Of course,” her smile was not as wicked as when she was being Ruby, but it made my stomach flip all the same.
The landlord raised his eyebrows on seeing us together, but he took our order and poured our drinks without commentary. For the sake of privacy, though, we took our glasses to a table near the window.
“So,” I felt nervous with a ‘now or never’ kind of energy. “That was incredible.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” Angela leaned her forehead against mine and meshed our fingers together.
“And not just for the camera?” I asked, biting my lip in anticipation.
“No. Why would you think that?”
“Well, it’s a lot of money…”
“I don’t even want that job, it was an excuse to spend time with you.”
“Really?”
“Really.” She leaned in to kiss me, with soft, teasing lips. Her long hair falling to shield us from prying eyes.
“I don’t want that job either,” I smirked when we broke apart. “I like working here.”
My smile bubbled up to the surface, a part of my happiness that just couldn’t be capped.
“Pria,” Angela’s voice jolted me out of my daydream. “Did we just make a sex tape?”
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