Chapter Fourteen

Saturday night saw Tanya in a white mini dress with gold lame trim and matching sandals, her hair backcombed and her eye-liner exaggerated, while Dolores was wearing a black low-cut dress that showed off much of her cleavage with a full skirt split to the thigh. Both dresses had zipped pockets - for any extra cash they might earn, Dolores had informed her. They’d rehearsed their routine several times by now, and, with a couple of glasses of champagne inside her, Tanya was ready to party. Their audience was affluent, Russian and all-male - four of them, and she could sense their eyes boring into her. As the music started, she knocked back a third glass and started dancing, aware of how short her skirt was, and how it skimmed over her knickerless bottom, and as she writhed and danced she was aware of the men’s fixed stares, watching out for glimpses of pussy, as if they were bird-watchers, stalking a rare and much-prized specimen. She teased and stretched, wrapping her leg around a pole, the flimsy material draped across her breasts giving way every now and then, revealing a curve here, a glimpse of nipple there.

The men, thought Tanya, were entranced, as if they’d taken a drug or just found God or something, such was the power she wielded over them. There was one she quite fancied, with very short hair and a lean physique, and when he stood up to refresh his glass she realised how very tall he was, distinguished, a business man, she decided, or a politician. The other was stockier with less hair and a ruddy complexion, and she didn’t fancy him much. Across the room, Dolores was getting bolder, approaching her two, flashing her breasts and swaying her skirt around, giving them occasional glimpses of her pussy. When she turned around, stretched down to the ground and lifted her skirt right up, one of the men spilled his drink. Such was the power they had, Tanya realised. This was the weakness of men; if she could keep them entranced like this she could surely rule the world? They would hand over their wallets, their share portfolios, their everything, just for a glimpse of her freshly-waxed pussy.

Her tall man sat down again, and she approached him, raising one leg and placing it on his. He stared, not at her face, but at that place between her legs, as if that was all she was, her entire being reduced to a cunt. Tanya decided not to care, she jumped off and carried on dancing, gyrating, moving to the music and dreamily letting her hands slide over her body, and suddenly the man was up, dancing alongside her, his hands roaming across her waist, and she pushed him back - that had not been part of the agreement. But as she turned away she dropped her arms to the floor, giving him a look at her pussy from the back. The thought made her giggle, she was really quite tipsy now, and when she turned round he was transfixed, mesmerised, his eyes could barely leave her pussy. He called out something she didn’t understand to one of his compatriots, and on hearing the answer, got up and joined her again, only this time he popped some notes down inside her dress, where they felt itchy and out of place, and Tanya moved them to her zipped pocket, all the time studying his face, the measure of his desire. Tanya knew he wanted more, and she was prepared to give it. Suddenly his hand was under her skirt and his finger was up inside her - just like that! She took a deep breath as he plunged it inside and out, and knowing they were being watched made Tanya feel incredibly sexy, like a goddess, with a gift that was unique to her. With his other hand he reached inside her dress to cup her breast, and she loved the feel of his skin against her bud, his finger and thumb tweaking her. Feeling daring, she allowed her hand to brush against his trousers, feeling his hard-on through the designer fabric. The power she had! She rubbed him and he closed his eyes in appreciation.

Across the way Dolores was on her knees giving one of the men a blowjob, while the other stood behind her, stroking her bare buttocks. Tanya unzipped the man’s fly and released his throbbing cock, and she dropped to her knees to take him in her mouth, and the taste of precome made her feel all-powerful. Whether he had a wife or girlfriend or family meant nothing to her, she was the one he wanted, she was the one obsessing him in that moment. She licked and sucked, enjoying how he filled her, and played with his balls with one hand. He came sooner than she’d expected, filling her mouth with his cum, and once she’d swallowed, she took another slug of champagne. As he fell back, sated, in his chair, the second man got up and joined her, only he lay on the floor and signalled that he wanted her to step over him. She did so, letting him enjoy a full view of her pussy, and she bent her knees to get closer to him, revealing herself to him, and seeing the transfixed stare on his face she laughed to herself. Anything she wanted, she could have! This was really all it took.

More notes were thrust down her top and she tidied them away in her pocket, before dealing with this man’s cock. This time she knelt above him, so that he could continue to admire her cunt, and took him in her mouth. He gave her a few fevered licks but as she licked and sucked him, playing with his balls, so he shot his load into her mouth, and Tanya swallowed, again refreshing herself with more champagne.

Next Dolores was by her side and dancing with her, and when Dolores reached out and touched her breasts, Tanya followed suit, and soon they were kissing, tongues tangling, hands embracing each other’s breasts and beyond. One of the men had started clapping at this point, and Dolores dropped to the floor and suddenly her head was between Tanya’s thighs, and she was giving her big, extravagant licks of her tongue, show-licks, so that everyone could see what was happening. Tanya pretended to be aroused, throwing her head back and caressing her own breasts. As her dress fell to the floor and Tanya was entirely naked, it felt perfectly natural. She loved the attention. She was a supermodel, a queen, the very image of womanhood; she was admired and desired and she’d leave feeling very wealthy and yes, Tanya Hopkins was finally getting somewhere in life!

She helped Dolores get out of her dress before sinking to the floor to continue the show, dipping her tongue inside her friend’s pussy while the men all watched. Then Tanya’s man, the one she quite liked, got up, stripped now to his boxers, and pulled Tanya aside, turning her over and opening her legs wide. He pushed her roughly on the floor and raised her legs up onto each of his shoulders, and, having hastily pulled on a condom, plunged his cock inside her. Tanya gasped at the size of him, and at the speed of his act, but she loved how aroused he was, how focused he remained on her body, and she loved that she was exposed, and that her body was slim and fit, and that all eyes were on her.

Not all, perhaps, as one of Dolores’ men had now taken her from behind, and she was on all fours getting pumped from the back, and once that man had shed his load the second replaced him, taking her hard and thrusting inside her. Tanya watched, fascinated, and when her man had finished she had no trouble turning over onto all fours to allow the second, ruddy-faced man, his turn.

She didn’t climax herself, but that wasn’t really the point. For the first time in her life Tanya felt she understood the driving force behind the world itself. This was what men wanted. This was what made them who they were. And when she counted up her notes later on, as well as the overall amount Dolores had negotiated, Tanya realised she really could do anything she wanted. This way she could make more money than she’d ever dreamt possible. Driving home later, she imagined a wardrobe full of designer clothes, a life of luxury cars and private jets, and a ritzy apartment in Knightsbridge, somewhere near Harrods. She was a goddess and they’d come to worship, and like all the best goddesses, she deserved the greatest temple money could buy.