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It was with great trepidation -- and exhiliration -- that Myavi was acquainted with Marielle again. They had been roommates in university, the exoticness of a French transfer student not lost on the American, yet half-European, half-Asian, Myavi. Myavi's interest in French culture -- and not the ones in books -- was great, and Marielle would tell her stories that made her pique with curiousity.

But as graduation passed, so did their contact. It is sad to distance oneself from a friend in the busy reality of the Real World, especially when one must establish oneself in one's new career. Myavi advanced in her world, Marielle did so in hers.

Still, contact they did. It was in their missives (thank goodness for the progressiveness of "the internet") that they learned of their mutual attraction for each other. Time heals not only wounds but awkwardness. When shy Myavi admitted that she "had" a crush on attractive Marielle, Marielle "lol'ed" that she, too, had feelings for the petite Eurasian.

We can skip the progression of their afterward writings and phone calls to each other. Suffice to say that the two had great motivation to see each other after much time spent at odd hours due to unfortunate time differences. And, finally, our dear little Myavi, had found enough vacation time (and vacation budget) to visit her friend Marielle.

But Myavi had a trepidation. A secret. An uncomfortable blessing she was unsure Marielle knew of. Although, certainly, being dorm roommates in, well, a room, did not give Myavi many opportunities to hide her adequacy (especially in the morning after kicking off the covers).

But her mind was made up. (Also, certainly, the encouragement -- and swift kick in the buttocks -- of her American friends helped.) Marielle had told Myavi of Le Club De Foutez-Nous, and the excitement within Myavi welled.

Although she had to switch to slightly longer skirts as a result.


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The first thing one would notice about Le Club de Foutez-nous from the outside was how well the grounds around the unpretentious, medium-grey stone building were kept. The long winding hedgerows appeared to be precisely trimmed at a height of approximately six or seven feet protecting the property from unwelcome watchers or the village busybodies. The many evergreens and firs, as well as the imposing oaks and elms were clearly well maintained on a regular basis as were the tall clumps of rhododendrons, azaleas, and other assorted shrubs to be found throughout the palatial grounds.

For those who might be tempted to enter the grounds out of sheer curiosity, the many tall Louis French windows were fitted with modern wooden blinds in front of dark, midnight blue velvet drapes that permitted no observation of whatever might be taking place behind closed doors. Even the sign above the entrance gates was tastefully done with the last of the sunlight reflecting brilliantly off the bronze lettering surrounded by a pewter and wrought iron background.

Foutez-nous meant “leave us alone” to anyone that spoke the local French in this Paris suburb, and true to its name, this was not a normal nightclub or country club that abounded in other parts of the Greater Paris locale. This was a club for ladies only although for one section of the club that would have been an over exaggeration but all members paid a high membership fee to ensure that the club remained very private with its activities well protected.

The truth was that this was a special club for ladies whether they were lesbian, bi, true dykes, straight but curious or simply not sure of their sexual orientation to enjoy certain activities and delights that were contained within.

“Foutez-nous” provided the absolute discretion to its members, and went to great lengths to ensure that the membership understood the rules and regulations concerning membership. The club also made sure that members brought guests pre-screened in advance to ensure its privacy and the prevention of any misunderstanding of what took place behind its mannered exterior.

Before the reader proceeds to our story, it is necessary to understand the layout of the building and the different areas inside. When first entering the building, the front foyer is both magnificent and purposeful. Members and their guests were greeted by a reception area where coats were taken from the ladies, and helmets left by the more wild members in leather motorcycle gear or other less than lady-like attire.

The main area of the club comprised a long bar tastefully designed and finished in a deep walnut wood with bronze surround. To one side of the substantial bar counter there was a spacious dance floor with a DJ set-up at one end, and at the other end there were dark, dimly lit booths of differing sizes.

Beyond that area were stairs that led down to the basement of the building, and a little beyond those were more stairs leading to the upper section of the club with several more unusual rooms; some extravagant in their décor, and others quite stark in appearance but equipped with a variety of apparatus of a BDSM nature.

The basement was a maze of old stone corridors and small chambers, and this was the area that was usually given over to the “dyke” element of the club. However, after a recent vote by the entire senior members of the club, it had been decided to allow genuine transvestites (not cross dressers) into the club, and they now used a section of the basement as their area.

All members tended to use the bar and dance area to meet and dance with each other. Normally as the evening progressed, the dancing became more intimate, and clothing less apparent if there had been much clothing to start with.

Depending on the person, many would disappear for long periods of time either descending to the basement or slipping upstairs to participate in other activities there.

It was to this backround, barely known to the petit young lady just arrive to France drove through the main entrance and up the driveway to the parking area, where a multitude of vehicles were already quiety parked along with a surprisingly large number of motorcycles.

Myavi was quite excited to be here. Her brown hair was wrapped with a beautiful red scarf, matching her short-sleeved blouse. She wore white-rimmed sunglasses to match the car she rented. She pulled up to the parking area and stepped out of the car, her brown-stocking legs walking her up the path. Adjusting her knee-length skirt, she spotted Marielle, just as beautiful -- er, just like she pictured her.

"Mirelle, you look absolutely wonderful!" said Myavi. It would be a truly memorable night.


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Marielle looked at her watch again as she stood in the magnificent Grand Foyer of the wonderful club that she had been a member of now for a little over a year thanks to sponsorship by several of her friends (very close, and intimate girl friends to be precise), waiting for her American friend Myavi to arrive. It seemed absolute ages since she had last seen her former room mate at university although it was really less than four years, and now she was anxious to renew their friendship, perhaps far more intimately than anything before at school.

At the time, Marielle had been an exchange student from a prestigious university in France, in fact INSA Lyon (Institut National des Sciences Appliquées de Lyon), considered the top engineering university there, and had been very careful to keep her preferred sexual orientation a secret from her friends at the American university. There were a number of reasons for such secrecy.

Marielle came from a very distinguished French family with her father being none other than Dominic Marcel Fouchaux, a senior French diplomat and very respected holder of the Nobel Peace award for his efforts to resolve what could have been a major war in the Middle East. France had not been known for putting humanitarian causes ahead of its capitalistic agenda but Dominic Fouchaux was changing that. It would not do to have his only daughter caught in a torrid lesbian affair in America.

A further reason was her many friendships with girl friends in France, many of an intimate nature that she did not wish to place in jeopardy due to some sleazy American reporter catching her in an embarrassing situation with another girl, particularly if it was a situation involving her dark side as she called it. Marielle enjoyed a certain degree of exhibitionism and being a little submissive at times with her really close French girl friends that understood that side of her.

Many of Marielle’s straight girl friends and male acquaintances would have been very surprised to learn of her preferred sexual orientation as she certainly did not fit the mould of the typical lesbian in the publics’ mind. Marielle was a beautiful young lady with a delightful personality albeit stubborn at times as Dominic and Claudie Fouchaux had encountered with their daughter on more than one occasion.

There had been times when Marielle was younger when her parents had resorted to corporal punishment in private to correct their daughter’s stubbornness and temper tantrums that young teen girls are want to have. Oddly enough, after each spanking or flogger event, their daughter had shown true remorse and affection to her parents where the reverse might have been expected.

Marielle was enticingly slim with that very sensual French look that many Paris girls have especially with her blonde hair worn straight and falling down to her shoulders, crystal light blue eyes, a small nose, small, rounded breasts that Marielle hated because she thought people preferred large breasts like most American males but which in reality, her friends and acquaintances secretly adored in her. Tonight, Marielle was wearing a multi-colored beaded floral slip dress with spaghetti straps.

TheMatthew Williamson dress had a metallic palette hem that fell just above Marielle’s knees, and was truly a slip-on dress as at certain angles, her slim body was visible through the thin fabric of the dress. It was clear that she was wearing white brief panties and matching bra. The total effect was both stunning and very sensual.

As the last of the day’s bright sunlight faded through the tall window that Marielle stood next to, looking out at the driveway and already filled parking area for her American friend, she felt the soft touch of graceful fingers upon the back of her exposed slender neck followed by a gentle whisper “you look positively exquisite tonight my beautiful young friend” and then a light kiss on her neck.

Turning her head slightly she was delighted to see her original sponsor to the club, Simone Prunier, an old friend of her mother who had recognized that look in Marielle’s eyes a few years ago when she was just 16, and had seduced the inexperienced and naïve teen at that time and had remained her mentor of sorts ever since.

“Your friend is still coming tonight my lovely?” asked Simone taking-in the unquestioned beauty of her young friend and thinking of the pleasure that Marielle would give many at the club that evening. “She may be a little surprised when she is shown the other areas of the club later tonight my precious!” whispered Simone.

“I am also looking forward to your debut downstairs tonight in the Harness Room as are many here this evening Marielle. It is not every day that we see a beautiful young lady stretched to fulfillment!” continued Simone reminding Marielle of her promise to visit the infamous dyke area room that strangely frightened and excited her at the same time.

At that moment Marielle spotted her former room mate walking away from her parked car and rushed outside to greet her friend who stood out in the parking area with her red scarf wrapped around her maple brown hair, her slender form, and with that aurora of innocence and intense sensuality that Myavi always seemed to have.

 

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“It is so wonderful to see you again Myavi. I have really missed you after school” shouted Marielle across the parking area as she ran to meet her friend, hugging Myavi tightly, and then standing back to take-in the former room mate who was grinning from ear to ear and looking incredible in her short sleeve blouse, and knee length skirt that somehow emphasized Myavi ‘s slim stocking clad legs.

“You have not changed at all Myavi” exclaimed Marielle. “You are exactly as I remember you cherie”

Myavi replied “Well lovely friend, you have changed! You are even more beautiful than I remember, and how the guys must be chasing you everywhere!”, laughing softly, and then seeing her friend blush a crimson red but misreading the sign as embarrassment over her friend’s sexual adventures with the opposite sex. It never occurred to Myavi that it was Marielle’s closet preference and multiple liaisons with the same sex that was the reason for such embarrassment.

“Come inside Myavi and meet some friends of mine. I just know that they are going to adore you, and would you like a drink? You can leave your keys and things with the club’s reception staff. Wait until you see the dancing floor Myavi. I just know that you are going to love “Foutez-Nous”.

Marielle was so excited at seeing her friend that the words bubbled-out as she ushered Myavi into the Main Foyer not realizing that the girls’ exchange and excited meeting had virtually stopped all conversation in the parking area, and caused several of the members, senior and otherwise, to step outside from the club and openly stare and lust with their eyes upon the two beautiful and sensual girls.

 

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As the girls turned to walk into the Grand Foyer, there was considerable whispering taking place among the members, and not a few furtive pointing at the two girls, particularly at Marielle. Myavi’s secret made her more attuned to what was going on around her than Marielle who came from a vastly different background. To Myavi it was quickly becoming clear that something was taking place this evening and that Marielle and perhaps herself was very much involved.

The thought brought both feelings of trepidation but also great excitement, and her instincts told her that this might be a very special and thoroughly enjoyable evening. Marielle had indicated that this was a select Ladies Only club where many activities took place. Myavi now sensed that these activities were sensual and sexual in nature, and that the evening would be one of new discovery and sheer enjoyment!

After Marielle had introduced her friend to several of the senior members including Simone and arranged for the reception staff to lock away Myavi’s personal items other than her evening purse, they then sat down in a small booth between the long bar and the dance floor already spotted with member duos dancing to the modern sounds of the DJ orchestrated music.

Before they knew, an hour and a half had passed as they tried to catch-up on each other’s news since separating at the end of their university time in America, and now the lighting had dimmed somewhat in the main area of the club, and the music was of a slower and more intimate pace. Myavi had been amazed at how beautiful Marielle looked in her floral slip dress, and had found her eyes drawn several times to her friend’s slender legs and bare lower thighs revealed by the dress as she sat in the booth.

Entirely involuntarily Myavi suddenly looked at Marielle and asked if she wanted to dance as there were now many couples on the dance floor, and from stolen glances at the different dancers, Myavi had observed a growing closeness and intimacy between many of the women now on the floor.

Marielle‘s eyes sparkled in answer to her friend’s suggestion as she loved dancing and having had two full glasses of a delightful Pinot Noir, was more than in the mood for such activity.

The two girls moved on to the dance floor, moving to one side that was perhaps in more shadow than other parts of the floor, and hugging each other began a slow pivoting movement that was being duplicated by most of the other couples.

Simone stood quietly at the back of the main area watching the two girls and quietly whispering to her several fellow members gathered around her that the first of the evening’s entertainment might be in process, all eyes turning to watch Marielle and Myavi holding each other closely in an intimate embrace as they slowly swayed to the music.

 

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The effect of the wine and the pure excitement of the evening not to mention seeing Myavi after almost four years was making Marielle very relaxed as she held her friend very close to her and rested her head on Myavi's shoulder, slowly swaying and turning slowly with the music, conscious that the dance floor was quite packed now with couples of all types and orientation.

Not too far away from the girls three dyke couples slowly danced, in two cases dressed in little more than tank tops and cut-off jeans (there was no formal dress code at the club for obvious reasons) and the one couple were kissing breathlessly and hands inside each others tops. Alongside these couples there was a well dressed but somewhat "butch" type lady dancing with a younger mini-skirted girl, and Marielle could see that the lady was pulling-up the back of her friend's mini skirt with one hand to reveal a bare bottom (the girl was not wearing panties), and with her other hand was lightly slapping the girl's ass cheeks and whispering fervently into the girl's ear.

Other couples looked-on smiling, encouraging the lady to now reveal more of the girl to anyone looking that way. Interestingly enough, the girl was more than enjoying the attention and had spread her legs apart providing a more open view to everyone watching. Marielle understood that feeling on the part of the girl as she herself enjoyed the excitement and yet shame of being bared before others.

As her mind drifted she suddenly felt someone touching her bottom over her dress and realised that it could not be Myavi as her friend was holding her tightly with both hands. Then a voice whispered quietly in her ear "Relax sweetheart, this is Simone. Just let yourself go. I know that you love it this way"

Marielle relaxed at the sound of Simone's voice and smiled into the face of Myavi who could not but overhear the whispered words, looking at Marielle intently and squeezing her more tightly. "Yes Marielle, relax and let everything happen" whispered her friend, looking around quickly at Simone and exchanging a knowing look and smile before pulling Marielle closer to her again.

Simone continued to whisper to Marielle. "I think that something has to be removed my sweet. Please allow me?" Simone smiled knowing that Marielle would understand immediately that her mentor was about to remove her panties in the middle of the dance floor.

 

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Simone turned to look directly at Myavi once more whispering "I will need your help Myavi. I would hate to ruffle the metal hem of this exquisite dress that Marielle is wearing. Can you pull up the back of her dress carefully so that I can then slide down her panties. She is such a bad girl at times but I am sure you already know that!"

Myavi felt an excitement that she had never experienced before hearing Simone's whispered words, and then soft words in her other ear from her friend Marielle saying "Simone is a very close friend Myavi, and she is correct about me being a very bad girl at times. Do help her" kissing Myavi's slim neck delicately as she confessed to her former room mate.

Myavi almost died with pleasure at the erotic situation that she now found herself in, and at receiving that soft, sensual kiss on her neck from Marielle, and feeling her friend melt her body into that of Myavi. This was everything that she had hoped for this evening and more as she gave a further knowing smile to Simone and reached down to carefully grasp the back of Marielle's dress, sliding both of her hands a little underneath the metal hem, feeling her friend's bare legs as she did so.

Being careful not to damage the metal hem in any way, Myavi now began to slowly lift up the back of Marielle's simply delightful dress, exposing bare legs and then the back of her friend's slender thighs, doing so quite slowly both to preserve the hem of the dress and to enjoy the looks of everyone around them as they stopped and stared intently at the sensual scene unfolding before them.

Marielle draped her arms over Myavi's neck and shoulders now, moulding her body into that of her friend as she felt her dress being carefully pushed upwards by her friend, and knowing that her bare legs and thighs were being exposed to all around them. The feelings within her a mixture of intense arousal, pure excitement, and covert shame that blended together giving the girl a pleasure that was truly unique, and so very enjoyable to her.

Simone whispered to Mayavi now "When you have the dress above her waist darling, hold it there please so that I can then slip her panties down which I will do slowly for the benefit of everyone around. They so enjoy seeing Marielle's bare bottom in this way"

As Myavi now held the back of her friend's dress above her waist in the middle of the dance floor, Simone stooped down behind Marielle taking-in the incredible sight of Marielle's beautiful derrier clad in brief white lace panties. Simone breathed in the heady warmth of Marielle, and another scent now, realising that her friend was very aroused at what was taking place.

Taking a little breath, Simone curled her fingers in the waist band of Marielle's panties and began to slowly slide the panties down exposing the young, firm, beautifully smooth flesh of her friend's bottom.

 

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Myavi now began to understand why her former room mate had reacted oddly to certain situations back at University as it was now clear that Marielle was very much into girls and not boys and might also be a lesbian submissive from the way her friend was responding to Simone's whispered instructions.

She was also one of the most beautiful lesbians that Myavi had ever met or known and further understanding blossomed within Myavi's mind as to why there had been so many admiring glances and muted whispering from the club members when the two girls had first entered the club's main entrance.

A third realisation occurred to Myavi that the club membership probably considered herself to be of a similar nature to her friend. Wicked and delicious thoughts raced through her mind at the many opportunities that might now be presented. Not only the potential for having her friend Marielle in the most intimate ways but also her own exploration into sexual experiences as yet unknown but very possible before her visit to this intriguing club was over.

Myavi continued to hold the raised back of Marielle's dress above her friend's waist in the crowded dance floor as Simone slid down her friend's white lace panties to the great delight of the crowd pretending to be still dancing but far more interested in what was now taking place in their midst.

Simone slowly bared Marielle's tanned bottom and slim thighs revealing unblemished cheeks (how that would change later tonight thought Simone), the secret cleft of her friend's magnificent "derriere", and the briefest glimpse of Marielle's bald sex, her labia slightly parted, and from where Simone stared, very moist now, and already slightly swollen.

Simone could not wait for what she knew was already planned for Marielle a little later that evening, and now with her special friend who Simone's instincts told her was definitely not an innocent, and was protecting another secret that might be very entertaining later.

 

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“You have not changed at all Myavi” exclaimed Marielle. “You are exactly as I remember you cherie”

Myavi blushed furiously at Marielle's welcome compliment. "Why thank you," she honestly replied, an earnest squeal accompanying. Myavi gave her dear roommate a hug in return, a furious squeeze, one that let Marielle know the excitement she had at such a place as this.

As Myavi looked around, she noticed the open looks she was receiving from the other women. She put her finger on her lips and looked more subdued. Unsure if she merely made a brief spectacle of herself or would become "fresh meat", she gave the others the benefit of the doubt, and continued into the Grand Foyer.

Had she seen the eyes of Simone, she would realize otherwise.


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After Marielle had introduced her friend to several of the senior members including Simone and arranged for the reception staff to lock away Myavi’s personal items other than her evening purse, they then sat down in a small booth between the long bar and the dance floor already spotted with member duos dancing to the modern sounds of the DJ orchestrated music.

Either it had not sunk in, or Myavi did not choose to, but the briefest meeting with Simone gave her a hint that much would soon to come. But that was not in Myavi's mind at the moment, and her thoughts were to catch up with Marielle over the time they had not seen each other. Given the context of this story, surely we can skip these words, as we return to Myavi inviting her friend Marielle to dance. Both, of course, knew how to dance, slowly, gracefully, on the floor, the proper steps, the proper moves. Yet Myavi never quite felt comfortable with boys, but needed a partner who would lead. Such a difficulty for the young girl. But Myavi had indeed danced with Marielle breifly, a few times before, and recalled how she would just close her eyes and be enveloped by Marielle's world. Her soft warm touch, her special sent, her heartbeat as Myavi lay her head on her chest. Perhaps, she reflected, she was too intimate at the time, yet no word of protest would come from Marielle's lips, and Myavi would quietly ignore the messages she was telling Marielle in the dance. But, again, it was all too brief and not a long chapter in their lives. Only a meaningful one.

The shadow that she chose for the dance with Marielle was to give the two their own privacy. Perhaps it did, but it also allowed them to be seen by Simone, unnoticed. And there was a schedule to keep, and the two women were the first of tonight's entertainment.


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As her mind drifted she suddenly felt someone touching her bottom over her dress and realised that it could not be Myavi as her friend was holding her tightly with both hands. Then a voice whispered quietly in her ear "Relax sweetheart, this is Simone. Just let yourself go. I know that you love it this way."

Myavi woke up drowsily from the sopophoric slumber of Marielle's arms. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the other women, slowly metamorphosizing from partners of dance to those of lovemaking. Her heart skipped a beat. How would this happen? It would be far too easy yet she was far too content, to leave the warmth of Marielle's arms to proceed much further.

So it was that Simone entered the picture. Her words stirred the petite Eurasian. Marielle, of course, was a member, and Simone she must have known -- intimately. Myavi shook with fear towards this powerful woman. No, she did not. Marielle had told Myavi what happens at this club, and Myavi's blood stirred with excitement at what would happen next. And certainly, this meant more than just the beating of her heart.


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Simone turned to look directly at Myavi once more whispering "I will need your help Myavi. I would hate to ruffle the metal hem of this exquisite dress that Marielle is wearing. Can you pull up the back of her dress carefully so that I can then slide down her panties. She is such a bad girl at times but I am sure you already know that!"

Myavi looked aghast at Simone's request. No, she did not. She found herself lifting, carefully, slowly, Marielle's beautiful dress. She looked into Marielle's eyes, but closed them, as she felt Marielle's soft lips kissing her delicate neck. Myavi let loose a light gasp, now holding back the urge, the need, to pull off her dress completely. No, I am the bad girl... I want to be the bad girl... Myavi thought, her mind growing crazed with the soft kisses and licks on her neck. Certainly the feeling, the growth, between her legs, pressing against Marielle, would tell her soon enough how bad she could be.

But that would be for later. Myavi again gasped lightly, the sensuous kisses and licks so close to her lips. Myavi knew what was going down there, and could not help but briefly caress, feel, Marielle's soft bottom. Yes, she was doing this right in front of Simone's eyes, right in front of the audience of strangers, but Myavi wanted Marielle, and did not care who saw it.


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Simone could not wait for what she knew was already planned for Marielle a little later that evening, and now with her special friend who Simone's instincts told her was definitely not an innocent, and was protecting another secret that might be very entertaining later.

Myavi could not help but slowly thrust her enlarging member to Marielle. Myavi lifted her dress higher, knowing full well what was between her magnficent penis, and Marielle's exposed pussy. But Marielle continued kissing Myavi. Myavi need to take her. Have her. Fuck her. Her own penis was rubbing against her silken panties, emerging from the dainty sheer frills, and pressing against her skirt. "Please help me..." Myavi needed, in a soft voice. And she felt her skirt lifted as well, the exposed monster refusing confinement from the small panties. She knew what Simone must have been doing to Marielle's bottom, and wordlessly demanded that she be touched as well, guiding Simone's hand to her secret, not at all hidden by the soft silken panties that cradled her member.

Meanwhile, Myavi was returning the kiss, the licks, the nibbles from Marielle. Her hand was at the back of Marielle's head, pulling her towards her. Myavi's lips sought Marielle's, her mouth sought hers, her tongue swirled within Marielle. Myavi's desperate need was growing, stiffening, becoming hard. There would be entertainment tonight, and damned be if Myavi did not provide it. Even if her penis fucked every woman in the room.

OOC: Now *there's* and interesting thought...


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Simone quietly told Marielle to step out of her panties which were now around her slim, perfect ankles, and after helping her protégé do so, rose and stepped back a little to admire the now beautifully exposed bottom and legs of Marielle as Myavi continued to hold up the back of her friend’s dress.

Stepping in closely now, Simone whispered into Myavi’s ear “Please take special care of Marielle, she is very precious to this club as you will see demonstrated later this evening”. A knowing smile on Simone’s face as Myavi looked at the senior lady member.

Simone now moved away leaving the two girls entwined in each other on the dance floor. Myavi could feel familiar and very basic reactions taking place between her legs but knew that she must behave particularly after Simone’s guarded and protective advice concerning Marielle. However Myavi also realized that nothing had been said about continuing what was currently taking place.

Hoping that she was correct in her deduction, and very conscious of the primal swelling between her legs, Myavi now held the back of Marielle’s dress with just the one hand, and quietly placed her other hand on her friend’s bare bottom, caressing the cheeks very lightly, the barest touch of her nails on her friend’s perfect flesh there, and gently teasing with her fingers, the cleft of Marielle’s bared bum.

Marielle was filled with an intense excitement that took place whenever her secret areas were bared in public, and which was enhanced by the competing feeling of intense shame that others were now looking at her bare bottom as she slowly danced and swayed with Myavi. As she peeked at the faces around her, all looking quite openly at her bare bottom and legs, she was drawn into memories of much more lewd and obscene even, displays that she had participated in at this special club.

She adored Simone and always found herself very submissive with her mentor, and suspected that what was planned for her later that evening would be both frightening and so very enjoyable to her, particularly as her friend Myavi would also be in attendance watching.

Her mind switched quickly as she now felt her friend’s hand caressing her nether cheeks, and then her friend’s fingers doing wicked things to her cheeks and cleft while everyone around was watching. Marielle felt new sensations and feelings within her as she moulded herself closer to Myavi and moaned very softly into her friend’s ear.

 

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“Please take special care of Marielle, she is very precious to this club as you will see demonstrated later this evening”.

"Oh...!" smiled Myavi in return. She crimped Marielle's dress just a little bit more. It was an 'Oh' in a collaborative conspiratorial tone of approval -- though the way her cock was rubbing against Marielle's belly, perhaps Myavi was just a little... how shall we say... preoccupied with other, lustful, matters.

It was a curious situation. Myavi's tiny panties could not hold her firm cock, the phallus peeking... expanding... growing... out of the feminine silky stretching confines. Indeed, her balls seemed to press against the lacy confines of her sensuous underwear. As the two girls swayed, her cock would rub against both panties and her own black skirt, the oozing precome not visible on the black fabric. It is indeed a wonder and a treasure of the secrets a woman keeps underneath her clothes.

But it was a secret very obvious to Marielle. Myavi pressed hard, moving her hips up and down, rubbing her cock against her soon-to-be lover. Myavi felt an urgent need, a tension between the obvious permission she had within a 'sex club', and the nonetheless proper, correct, behavior of a club that was 'female'. As Myavi rubbed and caressed her friend from behind for the spectators, what would they say if they knew how demandingly, how lustfully, her penis was doing the same to Marielle in the front?

Marielle's soft moaning was the clincher. "Marielle," Myavi said, a gasp within her lover's ear. "Where can I make love to you? I need you. I want you. Marielle...."


OOC: Mmmm.... how about Marielle leads Myavi to a booth where Myavi fucks Marielle on a table -- while a few other ladies sit up close and can lend a hand or two? Or take and surprise me with another part of the club!


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