This is the sixth part in my story series "The Emancipation of Genie Bright".
In the last part, Genie had discovered the joy of watching herself masturbate in a mirror, followed by a text message from Rachel developing into a full-on phone sex session. Also, in that part, Rachel invited her to a sex club.
This part finds Genie meeting Rachel to try out that club, called "Inside", with a room, where whatever they wanted or needed from sex would be provided by a willing list of volunteers. Genie and Rachel would experience "The Service Room". Genie would also find her attention diverted by an unexpected attraction.
This part directly continues on to the seventh, and final, part of this story series -- "The Service Room -- After Hours."
Thank you for reading. Comments are welcome.
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The week after the phone sex moment with Rachel went in a bit of a whirl for Genie.
Sheena had been back at her parents' house for the weekend. It was unusual for Genie and Sheena to have been apart from each other at weekends recently. They'd both wanted to spend time together, betraying somewhat the supposed "not us" loose arrangement that had been the nature of things when they first got close.
They both still wanted to see each other that weekend so Sheena decided to start the working week at Genie's. On the Sunday night, they shared the stories of their weekends over a bite to eat. Sheena was surprised but quite excited hearing about Genie's Saturday.
"So, you wanked in front of a mirror and then had phone sex with Rachel?"
"Mmm, yes, all before lunch on Saturday!"
"You dirty minx. I love it...and, I confess, am a little jealous."
"Sheena Jamison. Jealous? Why? You get to actually have physical sex with me...which is, of course, wonderful for you." Genie chuckled as she said it, in her best sarcastic tone.
"I know it is but fantasies, you know...fun to have them and especially if they start to happen."
"Is that something you've not done then?"
"All I've had is someone call me and say "Fancy a fuck tonight?" so...no. No phone sex." Sheena looked directly at Genie. "It would be nice to try it...with someone that mattered." The unspoken message was received and understood by Genie, who had the ideal reply.
"Well, Sheen, you go in my bedroom now and phone me but..." Genie wagged a finger "if you think I'm staying in here while you're naked in there wanking, it's not happening! I wouldn't be able to resist! Anyway, you've not said much about your weekend."
"Ah, it was great just being with Mum and Dad. I've got an invite out to a party with some old school mates next Friday back there, which I might go to because I've not seen them in years. Do you mind? I know you're going to see Rachel."
"Why would I mind? Have a great time. Anyway, we have this week don't we, Sheen?"
"We do." Sheena put her hand to her shirt, undid the buttons and placed her hand on her bare breast underneath, exposing bare skin, all the while with her eyes on Genie, who was studying her movement closely.
Genie felt her nipples begin to tingle watching Sheena do it, seeing the curve of her breasts, knowing the shirt was a centimetre away from exposing Sheena's areolae. Genie's attraction to her blonde-haired lover was as strong as ever. The rest of their food went uneaten as they followed their urge to please each other.
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Sheena ended up staying three nights, only going back to hers for the Wednesday night because she ran out of clothes! Genie was pleased that Sheena had been really encouraging about her going to see Rachel. If anything, she was hoping for a full report on the sex club Rachel was taking her to.
Genie and Rachel spoke during the week and, come Saturday morning, Genie's mind was swirling with thoughts of what it might be like. "Is it going to be men, women, both?" "Am I doing it in front of people" "Will Rach and I be together the whole time" "Is it an orgy?".
Rachel told her that she'd booked a "private space" and that Genie should eat early and well. Sheena had also done this with her before the meet-up, mainly in relation to anal play. This instruction already suggested to Genie that Rachel's previous boundaries on sex may be moving. Either that or Rachel had followed this method with the swinging nights enough that it became an automatic thing to put distance between food and sex.
"God, I wonder if someone might rim me...mmm, I might like that." Genie mused as she showered. Rachel's only other instruction was to ask Genie to dress on the smart side of casual but, as Rachel said, "Don't be afraid to show a little skin, if you want to. I'd like to see it myself."
Genie had been to her hairdresser in the week and her bundle of curls had been trimmed back to where she liked to have them for special occasions. Her brownish, slightly red tinged, hair full of body again and bouncy but just touching her shoulders.
A week earlier, Genie had stood, nude, in front of her mirror and then performed a one-woman porn show for her own delight. The thought of it made her smile, as well as what came after but, today, this was about putting clothes on and she tried various combinations of things.
This definitely wasn't a shorts and vest top type event. She knew that was a surefire way to get Sheena going but, for this, something a bit more suggestive and subtle was called for. "A bit less "here's my tits", a bit more "I might want you to look" thought Genie.
A few minutes later, she had it sorted. Her underwear was only going to be a pair of briefs. She knew her braless breasts, in the right top, sent a good enough message and she certainly loved how they looked sometimes.
Going out to pubs with Sheena, she had gained confidence and enjoyed wearing tops that not only made it clear that she was braless but, sometimes, wasn't afraid if the fabric was such that the colour of her darker areolae was hinted at through the material, alongside taking on the shape of her nipples. She found that her radar picked up when glances came her way, from both male and female.
Sheena's adoration of Genie's "gorgeous tits" had made Genie feel assured in her own body, and the right to dress as she felt and wished so, in the right space, Genie's need for her bras had reduced almost to nothing.
But, for Rachel, for the club they were going to, something different. The briefs were red and comfy and, having kept up the attention to her panty line to keep the neatness, nicely covered her bush. No tights or socks, just a navy blue flared pair of trousers that she would normally wear for work for meetings, topped off with her heels that she liked wearing. She got the jacket out too that went with the trousers. "Nothing quite like a suit for a bit of understated sexuality." Genie thought.
Lastly, the waistcoat that she had worn when she tempted Sheena into a sexual conquest at work turned out to be the same navy blue as her trousers, except for the pinstripe. But, this time, there would be no shirt.
Buttoning up the waistcoat from the bottom, and with a little repositioning as she went to lift her breasts into a comfy, yet voluptuous, position, Genie found that, with the top two buttons left undone, even she thought that she had the most delectable shape that showed enough of her bare breasts to hint that she was unadorned underneath.
She even tested the "allure factor" -- a phrase that occurred to her as she was adjusting herself in the garment. The waistcoat would stand two more buttons being undone without her spilling out but leaving no doubt as to her bralessness. She smiled as she thought to herself, "my cleavage like this would make Sheena wet herself with excitement - perfect."
In a short while, Genie locked her front door and walked to her car, packed bag in hand, to stay with Rachel the night after their visit. Her car, parked close to her flat, was a 2001 Ford Focus. On the face of it, not necessarily one that might inspire much excitement.
For Genie though, it was the only car she wanted. It was the car that she inherited when her Mum passed away, who, herself, had got it from Genie's Grandad when he wanted to sell it. It was 22 years old and every time she got in it, she remembered being on the back seat as her Nanna and Grandad used to take her out to places in it, when she stayed with them, when it was new.
This red car was the one thing that she had that was a connection to her Mum and Grandparents, both sadly gone, and she maintained and cleaned it fastidiously as a result. Probably one of the best looking, innocuous, older cars on the road but it was important to her because of the memories.
A couple of shopping lists and notes in her Mum's handwriting still lay in the glove box along with one of her Grandad's cassettes. Her last long conversation with her Mum was in that car, about relationships, not 3 days before her Mum suddenly passed away. Memories.
As Genie drove out, she started to think about Sheena. They were tight and this would be the first time that Genie didn't have Sheena with her on what could prove to be quite a sexual adventure. So far, they'd done everything together, except for the previous Saturday.
