The Book Signing Pt. 05

Terri got the now-familiar rush as she saw Steve's email address in her Inbox. She knew that probably meant a new adventure and she had been craving some activity of late.

Hello Terry, I have something in mind that I think you will enjoy. It involves Kitty and Charles but in a different context that should be interesting. Plan to be at the same hotel, two weeks from now, the weekend of the 16 th and 17 th.

Steve

Over the next two weeks, Terry was almost consumed by the excitement of the unknown evening with Steve. She knew the rush she felt after the previous encounters and craved more. She began to understand that Steve was guiding her systematically through a process of understanding for her sexuality. Terry felt her arousal come from somewhere completely different than with James in years past. That was part of a married relationships with the shred experiences, triumphs and tragedies. Her time with Steve came from a different, primal place that she longed to be able to understand and go to at will.

Steve emailed only once more with the hotel confirmation number and the guidance to dress comfortable and casually. In the colder New England winter, that struck Terry that there would be a simple more practical event than the previous time with Kitty and Charles, so she chose fitted slacks, a think tight sweater to show off her full breasts and modest heels.

Steve arrived promptly as always and texted from the lobby. As Terry grabbed her coat and purse, she turned to James and said simply that she would text if she was brining anyone back to the room.

Stepping off the elevator and seeing Steve she noted his casual outfit also. He had business-casual attire of button-down shirt, slacks and walking style shoes.

Steve hugged and hooking his arm in hers, walked out the front door toward the parking lot.

Driving through the dim light of the early evening, Terry couldn't note any of the details but as they turned in the driveway, she remember the large house and the excitement of what happened there.

She wondered what tonight would bring. Steve added only a few details as they drove. He explained that this was Charles' turn to host their poker club. Terry had only played poker a couple of times and dreaded the thought of being the consistent loser.

As if reading her thoughts, Steve said the club and the card games were an exclusively male activity. The club, despite its casual activity was made up of some of the wealthiest and powerful men in the Boston. Their ages ranged from 35 to 75. The poker events had a strict rule of no business or political discussions and anything that was said or done there, "stayed there."

Steve simply said that Kitty would give Terry specific instructions and assistance.

Terry was intrigued but was more confused than ever as to how this would involve her.

As they parked and walked toward the front door a catering van pulled in quickly, as close as possible to the front door. Two young men jumped out, opened the back door of the van and began to pull out a cart loaded with trays, some covered in plastic wrap and others with foil.

The front door opened just as Steve and Terry stepped up on the portico and Charles appeared. He grabbed Steve's hand and gave Terry a quick hug. He quickly turned to the caterer and urged them to hurry from their late arrival.

As Steve and Terry stepped inside, they saw Kitty come quickly toward them, welcoming them and looking nervously at the catering activity while taking their coats.

Steve turned to Terry and said, "I'll leave two to your preparations and we'll meet after the event."

Steve followed Charles into the large dining room that had been transformed into a gambling hall of sorts with three large poker tables. In the hallway and out of direct sight of the poker tables there was a bar and a long table with a plain green cloth where the two caterers hurriedly set up warming trays and serving utensils.

Terry was now more confused than ever but Kitty looked at her, smiled excitedly and said, "I can explain and I have everything set up for you, don't worry about a thing." "I am so excited for you... and yes... a little bit jealous, she added with a wink.

"I have a glass of wine for you, follow me," Kitty said smiling.

The ladies walked the short distance to the modern spacious kitchen and there were two glass and an open bottle of wine sitting on the small table in the breakfast nook. Kitty motioned for Terry to sit and after pouring the wine, Kitty sat across form Terry and took a big sip of wine.

She began, "As Steve probably told you, this is a very private and exclusive group." "It is a "by invitation only" group and Charles and Steve were charter members over twenty years ago." "It is also exclusively male and I must admit I have only heard about the actual events through Charles and Steve." "I would love to watch but I don't want to cause any trouble for the boys."

"There are a small number of women who have been involved as waitresses but with a unique twist," she said quietly. "Due to the exclusive nature of the club, these ladies are carefully chosen and sworn to secrecy, which is one reason only mature women are chosen."

"These men live very public lives so discretion is critical, but because of their public lives they cannot go out and enjoy some of the of the more "active" male events that many of their peers enjoy," she continued. "This poker event, held quarterly is a chance for them to live the exciting events of their younger and less public years."

Terry could understand that situation and she was guessing that she was going to serve as a waitress this evening but she wondered how this fit with the carefully-planned events Steve provided her previously.

"The behavior that is permitted in the card room is not something these men would ever be associated with in real life, but, it is also a chance for the women to experience something unique also," she explained. "Finding waitresses to serve in revealing outfits would be easy but Charles and Steve recruit women who also get the benefit of experience and it also guarantees continued discretion."

"In other words, women who seek a unique thrill that they could never experience anywhere else," she explained.

"These women seek the thrill of being objectified and seen as sexual objects, something they couldn't experience in their daily lives as professional career women." "There have been attorneys, doctors, senior financial professionals and at least one politician," Kitty said lowering her voice and smiling.

"Therefore I hope you see this as a once in a lifetime opportunity," Kitty sighed and said, "I would love to have this opportunity but it would be awkward for Charles' friends who know me and are not aware of our other lifestyle activities."

Terry felt her heart race and was full of questions. Looking at Kitty she asked, "What do the men expect from me?"

Kitty paused and smiled and said, "Everything."

Kitty did not want to give Terry a chance to be reluctant and stood, grabbed Terry's hand and said, "Come with me, we have to get you dressed and ready."

Kitty led Terry into the bathroom and Kitty said, "We'll start with your hair."

Kitty handed Terry a towel and a bathrobe and turned on the water in a large sink.

"Take off all your clothes dear," Kitty ordered.

Terry began to undress and was soon covered only in the thick robe.

Kitty grabbed a bottle set on the edge of the sink and eased Terry forward over the sink.

"This hair color is theatrical dye and will wash out easily with regular shampoo," she explained again not giving Terry a chance to think.

As Terry leaned forward and felt the warm water cascade over here head she saw jet black dye off her head and into the drain as Kitty used her fingers to apply the dye to Terry's hair.

When Kitty turned off the hair and began drying Terry's head with a dark towel, Terry was curious to see her image in the big mirror. Kitty turned Terry around and pulled up a stool for her and went to work with a hair dryer and styling brush.

When she finished, Kitty kept her facing away from the mirror and began applying makeup from a large kit on the shelf. Terry noted the eye shadow and liner were applied much more heavily that she would normally apply.

Finally, Kitty stopped and stepped back to admire her work. She smiled and grabbing a large hand mirror she gave Terry her first glimpse.

Terry was stunned. The face that looked back at her still felt like Terry but nothing else was familiar. The jet-black hair was pulled back from her face exposing the smoky eye treatment that even Terry had to admit just oozed sensuality. She felt like a movie star and it suddenly occurred to her that the new look gave her some anonymity but also mentally took her to a place where she would be comfortable acting as a different person since she looked like a different person.

For the first time tonight she began to feel that mix of excitement, sensuality and new-found confidence she felt with Eric in the bar and her hotel room, months ago.

Kitty said, "What do you think dear?"

Terry exclaimed that she loved the look.... on whomever this was," and they enjoyed the laugh of conspirators.

Kitty looked at her watch and said, "We need to get you dressed, the guys will be here any minute."

Kitty grabbed Terry's hand and led her into the large dressing room off the bedroom in their master suite.

Kitty, picked up a shopping bag and said, "Steve sent this over earlier in the week, he sadi all the sizes were correct."

Kitty pulled out a box and handed Terry a bra and panty set in black. As Terry went to pull the panties up her long legs she was that it was just a thong style so it did not cover much. Terry eased he robe open and pulled the bra over her arms and reached around behind to fasten the small hooks.

As she turned around she saw Kitty staring at her and she said, "My dear, I wish I had those tits, I'd never wear a bra."

Terry blushed and then looked at what else was in the bag.

Kitty pulled out lovely black thigh-high nylons with wide lace tops and a garter belt that matched the bra and panties. As Terry sat and pulled the stockings up and fastened them to the garter strap, Kitty pulled out a pair of spike-heeled shoes with five inch heels and ankle straps.

Terry put on the shoes and hoped she didn't have to walk too far between the bar and the tables.

Kitty finished cutting the tags from a black and white garment and then held it up for Terry to see. It was a typical old-school cocktail waitress dress with white apron but cut very low and extremely short. After pulling it on, Kitty zipped up the short zipper low on the back and Terry saw to her horror that the hem did not even cover the tops of her stockings.

Kitty looked at Terry and smiled and said, "My dear you are going to a huge hit tonight!"

Terry flushed and in a moment of panic, said, "I can't go out in this!"

Kitty stopped for a moment, and said seriously, "You don't have to do anything you do not want to here or anywhere else." "But consider the erotic experience you could have and think about if you will regret having this opportunity in a safe environment with some of the most successful and attractive men in the city and didn't go forward."

Terry knew Kitty was right and she craved the erotic rush she had when she let Steve guide her.

Kitty smiled slyly and added, ".. and it isn't you that will have the opportunity, it is an anonymous, hot sexy, slutty brunette that is capable of handling a whole room full of men and then some."

Terry had to admit that Kitty had a point.

The ladies walked back to the kitchen, and Terry found herself acclimating to the high heels. She was conscious of the exposure her outfit created and continued to feel the increased arousal she craved. Terry heard male voices through the hallway and she began to question whether she could actually interact with all these men with her appearance as it was.

Kitty, turned to examine her handiwork one more time, gave Terry a quick hug and whispered, "I am so jealous!"

Just then Charles and Steve entered the kitchen and both men stopped to stare as they saw Terry. Kitty smiled and stepped over, taking Steve by the arm and joining them gazing at Terry and said, "Isn't she just stunning?"

Terry felt their gazes and saw Steve and Charles break into approving smiles.

Charles said, "Everyone is here and it's time to introduce our waitress for the evening, have you chosen a name?"

Kitty exclaimed and said, "I completely forgot, forgive me!"

Steve stepped in to explain to Terry that typically the waitresses, chose short names for the evening." Steve, who always enjoyed explaining the mental aspects continued. "We find it helps mask true identities but it helps the ladies immerse themselves in the experience by having a new identity."

Terry understood the advantage of an alter-ego but couldn't find an inspiration, she was just too nervous. Charles' eyes swept he kitchen for inspiration and saw the beautiful glassware, placed neatly in the cabinets.

"Would you consider "Crystal?" he offered.

And so Terry became Crystal.

Terry looked ahead to discovering what kind of woman Crystal was and she realized, Crystal could be whatever Terry wanted her to be.

Kitty, smiled, gave Charles a light kiss and said, "Don't keep your guests waiting." Then she looked at Terry and said once again with a smile, "I am so jealous!" "I will be here in the kitchen if you need anything."

Steve opened the door to the hallway and looked at Crystal. With her heart racing, she stepped through the door, her legs taught from the high heels and feeling the tight nylon encasing them. She felt her nipples press against the thin lace of the bra.

The noise from the room was deafening and reminded her of a noisy sports bar on game night. As they walked past the bar, the elderly bartender smiled and the trio stepped into the room. The three poker tables were set up but most of the men were standing around at some high-tops with plates of food. Everyone had a drink in hand also so Crystal realized she would be responsible for refills.

As the men saw Charles enter, they looked now at Crystal and she felt the collective gazes from the group. She knew that they were seeing her as a purely sexual object and in the revealing outfit she felt exposed but she was surprised at her inner reaction. Instead of being shockingly uncomfortable, she felt like she would when she enters a room wearing an outfit that has been carefully chosen and the result of hours in her bathroom and makeup table... except this was much more physical. As the only woman in the room she felt relief that there was no judgement or criticism of some small critical detail, this was just raw appreciation and Crystal drank it in and came alive.

She felt her hips move as she followed Charles into the room.

The room began to quiet and Charles was obviously more than just a host but a respected leader of the group.

"Gentleman," he began. "Let me introduce to you our waitress for the evening."

Charles stepped aside and Crystal was now the sole object of everyone's attention.

"This is Crystal," he said. The room broke into applause and she swept the room with her eyes, noted the approving looks and nodded to the group.

Charles added, "Remember the protocol and please take your assigned seats now."

Crystal felt Steve squeeze her hand inconspicuously and she was surprised to see the men move efficiently and orderly to one of the three tables. One man at each table unwrapped a new deck of cards and each man addressed the identical stack of chips in front of him and began to organize them by an individual preference.

Standing awkwardly for a second while noting continued looks from the 18 men in the room, Crystal noticed Charles, raise his hand toward her and she stepped quickly to his side. Noting that Charles did not have a drink. Crystal approached him smiling and leaned forward to take his order then she walked the short distance to the bar.

As she approached the bartender was finishing a mixed drink and he placed it on a small tray and handed it to Terry. He smiled and explained, "My name is Reggie and I have been tending bar for this group for more years than I can remember." Seeing Crystal's confusion at being handed a drink without telling Reggie the order she had been given he smiled and said, "I pretty much know everyone's favorite drink by now and the host is always served the first drink."

Crystal smiled now and felt comfort in Reggie's calm manner.

She carefully picked up the drink and walked back into the poker room. The noise level had moderated as the men concentrated on their cards with an occasional exclamation at a well-played hand or an unsuccessful bluff. As Crystal carefully set the drink next to Charles he smiled and she was surprised for a second as the 40ish man next to him, placed his hand on the back of her thigh and subtlety slid his hand up her skirt, what their was of it, and gently caressed her ass. Crystal felt her body respond and as she began to be called around the room, she became accustomed and aroused as the men felt empowered to treat her as a sexual object.

Instead of being repulsed Crystal relished the attention and began to place her hand on the shoulders of men she found especially attractive and as the games moved on the touching became less discrete. Crystal's arousal became almost continuous.

After serving most of the group a second drink, Terry noticed Steve stand as a new dealer called the game at his table. He turned toward Crystal and placed his arm around her shoulder and walked her into the hallway. They walked a few steps away from the bar and turned into a small butler's pantry that she did not know existed. There was no door but simply a curtain that pulled across the doorway and Steve eased Crystal inside and pulled the curtain across.

Turning her toward him he kissed her gently and she felt her arousal move to an even more heightened state.

Steve looked at her and said, "I need a blowjob to change my luck tonight." Crystal was stunned but her familiarity with Steve and her arousal took over as he pressed her shoulders down forcing her to her knees. With no further words, he unzipped his pants and she saw him withdraw his now-familiar cock and she took him without delay.

The purely physical and erotic nature of the encounter drove Crystal to the place she was discovering where any conditioning or reluctance disappeared and she simply put herself to the task. Perhaps because of the shameless nature of the encounter in the context of the event, but Crystal cold feel Steve quickly arouse and he soon filled her mouth and she swallowed with relish.

Steve simply eased away, helped Crystal stand and returned to the card room.

Crystal was shocked for a moment but then remembered Kitty's comments and processed her thoughts and found excitement in the arousal of the never-before felt detached nature of the encounter. Crystal was tingling with excitement and then she noticed, a small basket on the counter with mouthwash, and a tube of the lip gloss Kitty had used. She freshened herself and returned to the card room.

Crystal felt like the definition of a slut and found that in this context, she enjoyed it.

As she returned to the room she filled a few more drink orders and when her body was groped she found herself leaning into the touch.

In a few minutes, a tall, very good looking younger man stood and like Steve, caught Crystal's attention and walked her back down to the pantry. He pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily as his hands pulled the hem of the tiny skirt up and caressed her shapely ass. Crystal responded with excitement and her now, near-constant state of arousal was consuming her. He eased away and began to unfasten his belt and the slut in Crystal took over and her hands jumped to the task as she kneeled. She examined his smaller but hard cock and found he responded quickly and more actively as his hips rocked and he held her head as he fucked her mouth. Her moth was soon filled as she struggled not to gag. As he recovered, he smiled and left.

Crystal had to pause and steady her breathing. This slut Crystal was someone new and exciting but the sensual overload was too much for Terry to handle. She straightened herself up and then walked to the kitchen seeking Kitty.

Kitty was sitting at the small table with a cup of coffee and looked up excitedly as Terry entered the room. Kitty saw that Terry was aroused and she touched her gently and helped her sit.

"You appear to be enjoying yourself, dear" Kitty said. "To those of us who have experienced, the look of sexual extreme is unmistakable."

Kitty set a glass of water in front of Terry and told her to be careful to stay hydrated.

Terry found it difficult to come down from the sexual high and frankly wasn't sure if she wanted to.

Kitty continued, "In my younger days, I could turn some heads but Charles and I were busy with his work and I was President of the hospital auxiliary, kids in college and all that." "Charles is very perceptive and he said I needed a break to rediscover the "ravishing creature" that I was and so he arranged a long weekend at a resort in the Bahamas.

"He handled everything and our private bungalow on the beach was a fantasy come true." "On the second morning, we slept in and I was hoping to have a morning of love making with Charles but after some making out, he smiled, got out of bed and said he had a surprise for me and didn't want to spoil it." "He pulled the sheet back over me, pulled the shades down and I heard him start the shower." "I drifted off and when he returned he had a glass of orange juice and was wearing a swimsuit and T shirt." "He told me to get showered and join him for lunch on the patio."

"I got out of bed and when I got to the bathroom there was a new beach cover-up, a string bikini and a rose sitting on the vanity." "I began to feel feminine again and finished my shower, pulled my hair back and put on the bikini; tiny string bikinis were all that rage at the time."

"Charles had lunch all set out between two chaises on the patio and we enjoyed the crash of the surf and light meal." "I was beginning to feel like my old self and the stress was melting away."

"A little while later, the phone rang and Charles got up smiled deviously and went in the other room to answer." "He returned, picked up the lunch tray and told me to relax." "I heard Charles speak to someone and I assumed it was the catering employee but I turned to see Charles return with six, stunning Bahamian men, all trim, toned, bare-chested and wearing shorts."

"I was confused but Charles came over, helped me stand and turning me away from the young men, whispered in my ear, "I want you to rediscover your sensual -self." "He walked me a few steps away from the chaises and turned me to face the men, moving behind me now." "I was confused but my heart was racing." "Charles simply, reached up and pulled he cover up back off my shoulders, stepped away to sit in a chair facing me and smiled."

"I will never forget that smile," she said drifting off.

"Those boys approached me and the next things I knew, I felt hands and lips all over me, my suit was off and I was surrounded by six, very well-endowed, virile young men."

"So I know a little about the feeling of sexual overload," she concluded.

Terry imagined the scene Kitty described and she could imagine how Kitty felt.

Kitty stood and said, "I bet you could use a bathroom break and then we'll look to your outfit."

Terry had to admit freshening up would feel good so she followed Kitty to the small powder room off the kitchen.

When she returned Kitty was standing holding a white kitchen apron. Terry looked at her quizzically and Kitty took control and said, "I just can't help myself," she smiled. "Turn around."

Before she could process anything Terry felt the zipper of the dress being pulled down and Kitty slid it forward off her shoulders. As Kitty pulled the dress forward. Kitty looped the apron strap over Terry's head and pulled the front down over her. It had a typical skirt-type front but was completely open across the back.

Kitty stood back and examined her work but seemed unhappy with the result. She pondered a moment and said, "I think it's the bra that I don't like."

She quickly pulled the apron back over Terry's head, slid the bra straps off her shoulder and released the small hooks at the back, pulling the garment away leaving Terry topless. She could feel the sensation of her heavy breasts against her chest.

Pulling the apron back over her head now, Kitty smoothed the apron front and tied it in a bow at the back. Terry looked down and saw that top barely covered her and with almost any movement her nipples would be exposed from the sides!

Kitty stepped back, smiled and said, "That's perfect."

Kitty grabbed Crystal's arm and hurried her to the door. "I've kept you from your duties long enough!"

Crystal felt more exposed now than iif she had been totally naked. As her C cup tits swung as she walked, the nipples touched the side of the fabric stimulating her nipple further. As she re-entered the room conversations stopped.

There were numerous requests for drinks and Crystal lost herself as hands shamelessly cupped her breasts, pitched her nipples and caressed her now naked ass cheeks. Crystal returned to the hyper-aroused state and even took the offense as she leaned forward from behind an older gentleman's head, lifting her tits against the back of his head.

Soon a 50ish man stood folded his hand and took Crystal on the now-familiar trail to "change his luck."

Nearly naked now and wildly consumed with arousal Crystal grabbed at his belt and began to pull his slacks down. He surprised her by holding her in her standing position. He reached to the small basket, quickly and deftly unrolled a condom and slid it over his nicely, shaped cock. He grabbed Crystal firmly but not roughly and turned here around. Her hands fell to the pantry counter top and she felt him pull her legs back and spread. She was drenched and craved what was to come. He reached around under her apron and cupped both of her full tits and then moved one hand down to ease his cock into her wet pussy. She was on fire and as he pulled her back to him, he bucked aggressively in and out of her. She quickly felt the rush of the first orgasm of the evening.

As they recovered, he walked back to the room and Crystal tried to renew her appearance.

She walked back to the card room but was surprised now to see the games breaking up and the men standing in small groups.

Steve approached Crystal and walked her to the middle of the room. She was in a state of arousal she had not experienced. Steve walked her to an open spot in the room and men closed in slowly around her. She was in a sexual fog and let her body be moved by the many hands around her.

The next coherent thought Crystal had was being on her knees, the apron and panties were gone and she was surrounded by hard cocks. As one was pulled out of her mouth another took its place. She began to feel warm streams of cum on her face and chest. Her heart pounded, her breathing became erratic and that was the last thing she remembered until she found herself lying on a warm bed, and Kitty gently wiping her face with a damp cloth.

James' phone pinged with a text message. He was experiencing a different type of anxiety and arousal, wondering if Terry would call or what was happening to her.

As he looked at the phone it was a single image from Steve's number.

It was a photo of a woman on her back on what looked like the edge of a poker table. Her legs were up over the shoulders of a man who was balls deep in her pussy as another pushed his cock in her mouth. James at first did not recognize her since she had jet-black hair but the exposed nipples, partially covered in cum were unmistakable.