Jessica's Epiphany Ch. 12

This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.

Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre's; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.

As always constructive comments are welcome but please don't tell me where the story is going after reading one chapter.... You might be wrong!

Please remember it is just a story and like with so many of them, there are always a few liberties taken with reality.

Enjoy

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Jessica's Epiphany

~~~ Chapter 12 ~~~

As we turned the corner onto the promenade, where the thumping music from the nearest bar assaulted my ears, I found myself wondering just what my night out with Cassandra might bring.

"So, how far is this bar?"

She pointed to a brightly lit building not more than fifty yards away, "Just over there."

The bar had clearly been restyled recently, with several lights shining down on to the street at the front while its two large windows were carefully blurred making it impossible to get more than an indistinct view of the inside. Double glass doors to one side, covered by a striped awning and protected by two doormen, seemed the only way in for anyone.

Loud music filtered out from the interior and a line had formed outside the door, comprising of around a couple of dozen or so youngsters all eager to go inside.

"Seriously, we have to queue." I grumbled, more than a little annoyed at the prospect of having to wait in the street.

"No, we'll be ok Jess. I know the owner."

Approaching the entrance one of the security men spotted us and, waving us forwards, spoke briefly to Cassie before stepping aside and allowing us to go straight in.

As we passed the head of the queue I could make out several indistinct voices complaining but, ignoring them, the two of us simply carried on inside.

The place was on three levels; the middle one where we entered was the actual bar with a few tables and booths, the balcony above us was just seating while below us was the dance floor.

It was all done out immaculately in chrome and black with the booths divided up by walls made up of metal bars.

"It looks fantastic." I leant closer to my boss to make myself heard over the loud music.

"Let's get ourselves a drink."

"My shout." I offered quickly, "A bottle of chardonnay or would you prefer pinot grigio?"

"Chardonnay sounds perfect."

Ignoring the interested looks from the men at the bar I ordered our wine and headed back to the table Cassie had commandeered, carrying the bottle, an ice bucket and everything else we needed.

"Here's to your first week and the new place." Cassandra toasted me once she had filled our glasses.

I clinked mine against hers, trying not to blush as I thought about how I had flaunted my nude body at the young pizza delivery guy just a couple of hours earlier.

'What would my boss say if she knew?'

Not that I had any intention of telling anyone.

My recently discovered exhibitionist side was a secret that only my husband, Richard Danville and I knew about. Anyone else who might have suspected it weren't part of my social circle.

"Did you say you knew the guy who owns this place?"

Cassie nodded, "Yeah, I've met him."

"What's he like?"

"Isaac is.... well, he..... he can be very nice when he wants to but that's not always the case."

The way she said it gave me the impression she hadn't always gotten along with him in the past.

"Why, what's wrong with him."

"Nothing if you happen to like good-looking, well-built and successful black men." Cassie smiled meaningfully, "Be warned though he's a real charmer when it comes to women, even though he's married."

"You... haven't?"

She nodded, "Yeah, unfortunately I did."

"What happened." I asked, thinking there was a lot I still didn't know about my boss.

"It was when he first arrived in Sandiford and opened Exotic Fantasies, the strip club down on the front." She started hesitantly looking around although with the music no one could hear her, "I went out with him a couple of times but, once I'd slept with him, he dropped me like a ton of bricks."

"Did you know he was married?"

She shook her head, "Not at the time. I only found out later."

"Does his wife know?"

"She does. Apparently she knows about all his flings. They have an open relationship and she sleeps around as well."

"Bloody hell." I sat back, slightly shocked at her revelation, thinking about the weekend my husband and I had spent at Richard Danville's place.

"There's more." Cassie leant closer to whisper conspiratorially, "The reason we broke up wasn't his wife, she didn't care. It was because I didn't want to be shown off like one of his strippers."

"Shown off?" Sitting up I asked with interest.

"He likes to flaunt his toys in public." She giggled.

"And you...."

"No, I didn't. I'm not an exhibitionist." Cassie stated firmly, "So we broke up."

"What about now? We got in here really easily."

"Water under the bridge and all that. We were at odds for a while but we made up and now we're just friends."

"Hey Cassie, I didn't expect to see you here this evening."

I was just absorbing her story when a voice behind me made me look around.

The figure standing there was clearly Isaac and was everything she had described and more.

Around 6' 2", he was shaven headed and broad shouldered, dressed in an expensive looking suit with a couple of gold rings on his fingers.

"Hello Isaac."

He stared straight at me, "Who's your friend?"

Crossing my legs I casually flashed my stocking tops, noting how his eyes quickly glanced down to look at my legs.

It was enough and I could feel my knees go weak as a flush of wet warmth started to radiate out from between the top of my thighs, suddenly glad I was sitting down.

"Isaac meet my new employee Jessica Prescott. Jess meet Isaac Ashanni."

"Hello." A little demurely I held out my hand.

"Delighted."

He held my slender pale fingers in his large dark ones a little longer than was appropriate, his deep brown eyes boring into mine and making me feel like I was his prey.

"I'd love to stay and get better acquainted but as you can see we're rather busy tonight." He continued, waving his hand around at the room.

"That's ok. I understand." I giggled flirtatiously back at him.

"I'll send over another bottle of wine for you ladies and maybe I'll see you later." He grinned and turned away.

"I see what you mean." I looked back at Cassie, "He's a real charmer."

"You're a big girl Jess. It's none of my business what you get up to but just be careful."

I knew she was only looking out for me but I couldn't help but wonder just how the rather hunky Isaac liked to show off his girls. Not that I intended to start stripping if that's what he wanted but already my mind was imagining all sorts of other delicious possibilities.

"C'mon forget about him let's have a dance." I suggested wanting to change the mood back to something a little happier.

The majority of the other dancers were girls and while the dancefloor wasn't overly crowded the space around the edge was filled with men all hungrily eyeing the female flesh on display.

It suited my exhibitionist inclinations perfectly and slipping in amongst the other dancers Cassandra and I started moving to the music. Being aware of the fact I was wearing stockings did nothing to stop me doing the occasional spin, knowing the hemline of my little flared skirt would lift and show them off.

"You're getting a lot of attention." Cassie leaned in and spoke into my ear.

I grinned back, my panties already starting to become a little moist as I enjoyed the lascivious looks I was getting from the watching males.

"I think we both are."

"I don't think so." She laughed, "More likely it's your stockings."

We stayed on the floor for a while going eventually back to our table when it started to get busier.

"Can we buy you girls a drink?"

Two men asked as we went to push past them.

"Thanks, but we already have one." I quickly declined.

We hadn't gone more than a few steps further on before we were asked again.

"No thank you, we have one."

Once more I politely refused.

"You really are dead set on this being a no man evening aren't you." Cassie chuckled.

"I might reconsider if they're gorgeous." Grinning back at her I confirmed her statement.

As Isaac had promised there was a second bottle of chardonnay waiting at our table when we got back.

"He seems a nice guy," I said filling our glasses.

"Who Isaac?"

"Yeah."

Cassie snorted derisively, "Don't let that charming exterior fool you for a second, the man's a serial philanderer. His only interest is getting in your panties and once he's done that he'll lose interest."

I sat back and thought about what my boss had just said, wondering whether that was just the sort of thing I needed. My life was a disaster and I had to move on but I wasn't sure how to or even if I could.

"I won't, don't worry. He's the last thing I need."

I tried to sound convincing even though I wasn't sure I would or could stay away from him.

"Good." Cassie declared bluntly, raising her glass to her lips.

It seemed that we finished our second bottle in no time at all, both of us more than a little squiffy as we downed the last of it.

"Want to dance again?" I suggested.

Cass giggled as she reminded me, "Don't forget we've got to go to work tomorrow."

"A little longer won't matter, we'll still be there to open up."

"Yeah, feeling the worse for wear. Come on Jess let's call it a night."

"Just another couple of dances." I pleaded, I hadn't had a night out just for me in ages and I didn't want it to end, I was enjoying myself, but I knew she was right, "You can go if you want but I'm going to dance for a while."

"Ok just another ten minutes but no more wine."

"Yes boss, no more wine." I said solemnly, trying to look serious.

Heading back to the now crowded dancefloor we pushed our way out among the packed bodies making a little space for ourselves and started to move.

Swaying to the music as best we could we tried to ignore the steady procession of men that moved around us. Smiling, they all attempted to get a reaction from us while we, in return, didn't show any interest, letting them get bored and move on.

We had just seen off the third pair of losers when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Groaning inwardly, I turned around slowly, intending to tell my wanna be dance partner to 'get lost' when I unexpectedly found myself staring into a pair of familiar blue eyes.

"Hey Jess."

"Greg!" Almost at a loss for words I exclaimed, "Wha.... What are you doing here?"

"We came for a night out." He laughed and waved his hand towards two young guys standing directly behind him. "Didn't really expect to see you though."

"Friend of yours?" Cassie stepped up alongside me looking first at Greg then at the other two.

"Err... yeah.... this is Greg. He... umm.... he helped me with my bags when I changed trains in Exeter on the way here."

Suddenly I felt very unsure of myself. Greg was a subscriber to X-plicit and had recognised me when we sat together on the train to Truro.

'Would he reveal my secret to my boss?'

'How could I warn him not to say anything?'

"Nice to meet you Greg." Cassie said shaking his hand.

"You to." He glanced from her to me and I shook my head hoping he got the message.

"So, you boys from Sandiford?"

He grinned and twisted around to briefly look at his mates, "Tyler there is but Ben and me, we're from Truro."

She smiled at them, "Nice to meet you but we were about to go, weren't we Jess?"

"Aw that's a shame, I was hoping to finally buy Steph.... Err...Jessica that drink I promised her."

My stomach tightened and I glanced at Cassie hoping she hadn't noticed his slip up.

"Well, I need my bed. You staying... Jess?" It was obvious from the way she pronounced my name that that she had, and my heart sank.

"I... err.... I... I'm going to stay for a bit and have a drink with Greg."

Knowing I'd be questioned as soon as we got outside I decided to delay the inevitable inquisition until the morning.

"Ok, well I'll see you at work.... at eight." She said quietly and turned to leave.

The frown my boss gave me as she went made me wonder whether she was unhappy with me or simply just worried about me.

"So, what'll it be?" Greg grinned, slipping an arm about my waist and directing me towards the bar area.

"Ummm.... A gin and tonic I think."

A couple of minutes later I found myself standing by a tall table with Ben and Tyler as Greg came back from the bar with a round of drinks.

"I hope you don't mind but I told the guys that you were featured on the internet, in X-plicit." He informed me as he handed me my glass.

"Oh, I... err.... I guess that's.... ok...." I said a little hesitantly, "Did... did you show them as well?"

The thought of two strangers, that I had only met a few minutes earlier, seeing the graphic images of me posted online made me blush. It also sent a wave of desire straight to the top of my thighs which, combined with the effects of my exposing myself to the pizza guy earlier, left me virtually panting with lust.

"Bloody hell yeah." Ben grinned, "Your photos were fucking awesome."

"Thanks." I blushed an even deeper shade of scarlet and took a sip of from my glass.

For a while we stood and talked as we finished our drinks, although mostly it was Greg and I while his two friends only joined in occasionally.

"I guess I'd better go." I told them, feeling even more tipsy after the gin, "I've got work tomorrow,"

The three of them downed their beers and together we left the bar, walking out into a balmy night, a multitude of stars shining in the clear black sky.

"You don't have to go just yet, do you?" Greg asked, "It's a nice night, we could take a walk on the beach."

"I don't know. I should really go home." I protested weakly.

"Aw c'mon Jess, it isn't that late."

"Yeah we've only just met you."

They were all nice guys and even though I was feeling incredibly horny I knew they wouldn't do anything I didn't want them to.

"Ok, but just for a bit."

Making our way along the seafront we headed away from the lights of the promenade and into the night, our surroundings now lit by the light from the full moon.

"So, what are you doing for work, if you don't mind me asking? You only said Cassie is your boss." Greg eventually asked, breaking the pleasant silence that had fallen over us.

"She runs a coffee shop." Tyler, the Sandiford resident, told him before I could.

I glanced at him before adding, "Just waitressing."

"No more modelling then?" Ben enquired.

My thoughts went to Peter's studio and the fact I had agreed to do some sessions there to earn some much-needed extra cash.

For a moment I thought about telling them, wondering if they might be interested in paying to do a shoot with me, but I quickly decided against it. None of them looked like they had the sort of money Peter had told me to ask for so I figured it would probably be too expensive for them.

"No, no modelling sorry."

"You know when this reprobate told us he'd met you we didn't believe him but with the selfie's and now..."

"And now you do." I smiled.

"Yeah and I've got to say your photos were amazing but you look so much better in the flesh." Tyler said with a leer, "Even though you've got your clothes on."

"Thank you, I guess." I giggled sexily putting my hand to my mouth.

"Shame we can't see more though." Greg added giving me a wink, "You know in real life."

Suddenly the suggestion was there.

I knew I could just laugh it off but, after dropping my towel in front of the pizza delivery man and then finding out the three men that I was talking to had all seen my pictures in X-plicit, it simply left me wanting more.

"You've seen everything in the photos." I responded coyly.

"Not the same as seeing it in real life though is it." This time it was Tyler making the comment.

"I suppose not."

Shrugging, I started to stroll away from them, stopping after just a few feet and turning to face the three young men. My heart was hammering wildly against my ribs just as it had when I had had my pizza delivered.

Taking a deep breath, I could feel my whole-body tense, and I paused thinking about what I was going to say before I spoke again.

"Ok. What did you want to see then?" My voice was little more than a whisper.

For a second there was nothing as the three of them stared at me in disbelief.

"Tits!" Ben said, disrupting the silence that had settled over us, "I'd really like to see your tits."

I bit my lower lip and glanced around making sure we were completely alone. Then, looking back, I let my eyes wander back and forth over the them, wondering if I was actually going to do it, while knowing deep down that I would.

"Ok, I guess it won't make much difference. After all you've seen them already." I finally acquiesced, "But no touching."

Waiting until they had all agreed I unbuckled the single strap at my shoulder, then keeping my eyes on Greg and his friends, I slowly rolled my top down so that my breasts came into view.

"Fuck!"

"Shit!"

"Fucking hell."

Their reaction was rather flattering and I could feel my nipples rapidly hardening, now they were exposed to the night air, while the dark areola puckered around them.

"Do you like them?" Standing there with my tits totally on show my question was rather pointless but I felt I had to say something.

"They are bloody awesome." One of them commented, I wasn't sure who.

Adrenalin was starting to course through me and I could feel my level of arousal growing even higher as I cupped my twin girls, pressing them together.

My panties, which had been fairly moist most of the evening, were now completely soaked and I could feel the creamy wetness making my inner thighs sticky.

"How about showing us your minge?"

This time it was Tyler making the crude request and for several seconds I stood there, doing nothing.

I had expected them to ask and, like with the pizza delivery earlier, I knew I wanted to reveal myself totally to them so, as the silence grew deafening, I reached behind me to unzip my skirt. Holding it together for a second I gazed at them before letting it slide down my stockinged legs to puddle at my feet, stepping out of it.

With my top bunched around my waist now all I had on was my red thong, my black hold-up stockings and my heels.

Almost automatically my right hand slipped under the waistband of my skimpy knickers letting me feel how wet they were.

'God, I'm soaked.'

Should I touch myself? Is that what they want to see? The thoughts entered my head as my fingers traced lightly across my shaven mound, dipping between my thighs to locate my drenched slit.

"Fuck!" Closing my eyes I hissed as I found my sex and slid my index finger between the slick folds.

My touch was like an electric shock and although I wanted them to see me, just like the delivery guy had, this time I also wanted to do more.

'Patience Jess, do it properly.'

I told myself withdrawing my hand and opening my eyes to find the three young men, all staring intently back at me.

Smiling somewhat coyly, I lifted my digit up to my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tip to cheekily lick my juices off it. The expressions of incredulity on their faces sent yet another wave of pure lust through me.

It was enough to convince me to continue so, hooking my fingers under the waistband of my panties again, I drew the red thong down my stockinged thighs. Letting go of them once I had them to my knees I allowed the tiny scrap of red material to fall around my ankles.