The Service Room - After Hours

This is the final part in my story series "The Emancipation of Genie Bright".

This follows directly on from the previous part, "Genie, Rachel and The Service Room", where Genie and Rachel got to indulge themselves sexually with a series of men, in the comfort of a luxurious room in a private sex club.

However, Genie's attention had been diverted by their deeply attractive hostess, Connie. There were signals throughout the evening. Genie, with Rachel's help, decided it was time to see if those signals would manifest themselves in passionate physicality.

However, Genie would be in for another deeply satisfying surprise, as would Rachel.

Thank you for reading. Comments are welcome.

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Genie reached for the phone...

"Hello"

"Connie, would you be able to bring us two Vodka and Tonics please. Lots of ice."

"Of course. With you soon, Genie."

Drinks ordered, Rachel and Genie got in position on the bed making sure that Connie would be in no doubt what she was witnessing.

The moments passed as Genie immersed herself in the joy of Rachel's labia. She loved the feeling of Rachel's bare skin on her tongue. Rachel pushed her hips up a bit and grabbed a pillow to tilt herself up for Genie.

A kiss, a trace of her tongue along Rachel's slit. She could hear and see Rachel's breathing shorten. For everything that they'd done so far, Rachel's desire to have Genie be intimate with her was strong and the sight and feel of Genie's curly hair between her thighs, brushing against them as Genie's tongue parted her lips and touched the folds leading to her clit was magical and all consuming.

Rachel closed her eyes to feel Genie's every move. It was a joy for her to experience again what she found herself in thrall to at the "meet-up", consumed now by Genie's slow and deep exploration of every part of her, as she was then. Rachel touched Genie's hair fleetingly as her tongue fully explored Rachel's vulva from front to back. No speed...just slow, considered movement by Genie, feeling her textures, the entrance to her vagina and, most of all, lapping gently up to the tip of her clit before pausing...only to then lick the tip that Genie already knew would excite Rachel even more.

This was deep sexual fulfilment for both women and they were lost in it.

Connie buzzed in and closed the door behind her. Her eyes took in the scene.

Rachel, in her slightly tanned nakedness, her legs now being held by her own hands, underneath her knees, splayed to afford Genie as much access as she could, desperate to feel her lover's tongue in every...single...part...of her cunt.

Connie put the tray down with the drinks but didn't leave.

She didn't speak.

She watched Genie's mop of curly hair moving rhythmically between Rachel's legs, her naked body rising from that point to her hips, her bum up in the air with her legs folded under. Her bum cheeks parted, slightly exposing her anal opening and, below it, her vulva.

Connie was affected by what she was witnessing. She placed her hands on the front of her body, flat against her hips. The urge was to touch her breasts or, at that moment, gather her skirt up so she could touch herself. She could easily be teasing herself but she resisted, instead breathing deeply and calmly, aroused but observing.

Rachel's arms stretched up behind her head as she let out an "OHHHhhhmmm". There was no doubt Connie had just seen Genie giving Rachel a delightful, fulsome but relaxed orgasm. Genie lifted her head and rested it on Rachel's tummy, her curls spread across Rachel's skin. Both women stayed in position for a moment.

Rachel glanced first at Genie. "Genie, look." she whispered. They both turned their heads to observe Connie.

Connie. Until the moment of orgasm, able to keep herself under control but, seeing the effect on Rachel's body of the intimate act they'd just shared, took Connie beyond her ability to be calm.

The watched became the watchers.

Connie's hand.

Underneath the leaf of her dress that covered one of her breasts. The silk gave away that Connie's breast rested in her hand. One finger, touching her areola and circling her nipple. Connie's eyes closed. Her lips slightly parted.

Rachel and Genie looked at Connie in silence for a noticeable length of time, taking in her stillness.

Except for that one hand.

Connie, gently stimulating herself as she allowed what she had witnessed to roll around her mind. One leg lifted up onto her toes in reaction to Connie's self-stimulation.

Genie sat up and looked directly at Connie, who, hearing the movement, opened her eyes and returned the gaze. She removed her hand and gently reset the leaf of her dress to, again, rest neatly on what was now an, unavoidably, very erect nipple.

Genie broke the silence. "Connie?"

"Yes, Genie."

There was an undeniable undercurrent of anticipation, sexual desire and tension within the room. All three of them could feel it.

Connie had been the perfect example of an unruffled hostess all evening. Yet, at this moment, vulnerability was being displayed, as well as a sense of a brooding, fervent passion as she gave in to what she felt about what she saw.

One thing was clear from Connie's next sentence. Boundaries between hostess and customers were on the point of being breached.

Genie decided that she wanted Connie to express herself.

The unspoken atmosphere in the room was palpable. Intense enough to make Genie feel the reaction from her body. Rachel was affected by it too, having sat up, glancing in a wide-eyed anticipatory way, between Connie, whose quiet presence was affecting everything, and Genie, who knew she had a driven need to experience what Connie would be prepared to give her.

Genie began with a sentence that would direct the events in the room. It gave her the sexual and emotional power by leading the conversation.

"Would you like to tell me what you saw, Connie? Tell me what it was that made you want to touch yourself. To hold your bare breast...under your dress."

Connie looked at Genie in a way that she hadn't before. "She actually looks a little unsettled" thought Genie. "Am I pushing it too far?"

Genie need not have worried as Connie was about to lay her thoughts open for them. Calmly...slowly...but with a certainty that would not be doubted.

Rachel found herself trying to catch her breath. She dare not speak. Genie would be capable of expressing herself. Rachel would wait for now. It felt like whatever could happen next now depended on the words that left Connie's lustrous dark red lips.

"I saw you...

Genie...

tending to Rachel. I saw you...

make her come...

make her...feel complete."

Connie's eyes were directed at Genie

"Is that what made you touch yourself, Connie?"

"Yes. I needed to...

wanted to...

imagine...

that it was me...

making Rachel come."

Rachel sat up now and contributed, kicking the conversation on, considerably.

"Do you, Connie, feel like you want to be involved...with us...tonight?"

Connie turned to Rachel, delivering a beautifully, calmly intonated, yet deeply confessional speech, including an unanticipated direction of travel.

"I have never seen a woman so absorbed in the pleasure she was receiving as what you were getting from Genie. Rachel, I love the sight of your bare body, your nakedness." Connie took a breath, "I want to be close to you."

Rachel was wide-eyed, processing what Connie was expressing about her. She was having to manage her reaction. Her breathing intensifying amidst a heartbeat beginning to race. She could feel her mouth dry a little as her lips had parted.

Connie continued. "I wonder what it would be like for my tongue to be on you. I want...to be the one who..." She drew in a relaxed, but deep, breath then continued, "...makes you come next."

Rachel found herself truly short of breath now, gasping a little, heart pounding, not just at the content of Connie's declaration, but also the delivery of it. She could feel herself being turned on so much by Connie wanting her. The vision in her mind that Connie's dress could so easily be flicked off quite quickly, exposing the delights of her brown-skinned, curvy shape.

Rachel wanted what Connie had described. Every word of it.

Connie had more to say and looked directly at Genie.

"I feel your eyes on me, Genie. I have felt them all night. I want your hands on me, undressing me, touching me."

Genie could do nothing but listen and feel her entire body starting to zing with arousal for Connie.

"I want to feel your beautiful, full breasts press into my back while one of your hands, Genie..."

Connie again paused and took a breath. "...holds my breast while the other...", Connie moved a hand to rest directly on the part of her skirt covering her vulva, pressing it against her ever so slightly with her index finger.

"...penetrates me here, playing with my clitoris before you slip inside me properly."

Connie's exquisitely delivered list of desires made both Genie and Rachel rise up off the bed. Genie and Rachel both stood very close to Connie. No bodies were touching but it would take very little movement for there to be a brush of skin against skin.

Genie replied to Connie. It took every iota of restraint to not pull Connie's dress off her right there, get her on the bed and explore every inch of her.

"You are right, Connie. I have watched you. From the moment I saw you, in that dress that hints at so many things, I have wanted to be naked with you, to touch you and please you."

Genie couldn't resist. She lightly kissed Connie's bare shoulder. Connie bowed her head slightly, drew a breath and sighed.

Connie turned towards Genie, with her mouth, red lips slightly apart. Genie yearned, ached, now to place her lips on Connie's but she knew. Her reasonable side spoke through the torrent of feelings to say it was a little too soon, despite these words.

Despite that gentle kiss on Connie's skin.

Rachel, very gently, played with the fabric at the hem of the skirt of Connie's dress.

"Connie. Genie told me that you adjusted your dress enough for her to see part of your bare breast. To tease her. Did you do that?"

"Yes, I did, Rachel. I was feeling Genie looking at me...that way. I needed to show her...

...to give her a sign...

...that my body could be hers...tonight...

...except that..." Connie breathed in before continuing

"...now I've seen you, Rachel...I desire you, to please you as well."

Each of the 3 women seemed to move around slightly, maybe because of how physically close they were to each other, maybe because of the stirring passion.

Genie knew it was from how aroused she felt. That zing she had as she got turned on was in every part of her now. How could she not be aroused? Her beautiful, sexy naked friend before her and the now seductive, exotic black woman next to her, who was one piece of material away from being as naked as they were. Whose body she'd lusted after the whole evening.

Yet, aside from Genie's gentle kiss on Connie's shoulder, there was no physical contact. Glances, looking at each other. The powerful feeling that one significant move would take them into a mutual, consenting, deeply erotic, sexual adventure.

Connie spoke.

"I am going to leave now. I understand that you have time to have more visits from men on the list. I will say that, if you feel that it would be right for us to share closeness...intimacy...sex. If you want that to happen...then I want it too...with you both. Call me."

With that, Connie stepped backwards from their gathering. Both Genie and Rachel watched as she turned. Connie's bare back and silk covered bottom and hips swayed slightly as she walked, in her strappy heels, to the door and let herself out.

A moment of silence as they both stared at the closed door, eventually broken by Genie.

"Fuck, Rachel...fuck. I don't even know what happened there. Connie wants sex with us."

Rachel took a moment or two to reply. "Genie. Sit down with me."

Rachel sat and took Genie's hand. They were next to each other, close, thighs touching. A kiss on the lips shared between them.

"Genie, Connie has put herself completely on display to us. She may not have been nude but, emotionally...passionately...she rendered herself naked for us. The question is simple, Genie. Do you want another man? Or do you want to experience time immersing yourself with the most passionate, honest woman you might ever meet. I know what I want."

Genie looked at Rachel. "You too, Rachel?"

Rachel closed her eyes for a moment, to make sure she was certain. "Pick up the phone, Genie."

Rachel and Genie kissed again, this time more intently. Lips in full contact, tongues fleetingly touching, building into a dance around each other. Genie's hand on Rachel's breast. Rachel moving so her leg was draped across Genie's.

Rachel placed her hands on each side of Genie's face. "Call her, Genie. If you want her half as much as I do now. Call her."

Genie moved across the bed to sit by the bedside table. She picked it up. The quietness was such that even Rachel could hear the ringing tone in the receiver.

Two rings. Connie didn't say anything. Three words from Genie.

"Yes. Connie. Now."

The phone placed back down, Genie sat where she was, looking at Rachel, still admiring her naked form. Rachel stared back, smiling. Both women know they were about to expand their horizons with a beautiful, knowing woman.

The door mechanism released.

Connie calmly walked in, this time barefoot, but wearing the dress because she knew that she wanted to be undressed by them in this liaison. She wanted her body to be discovered by them.

Whether it was by chance or Connie's deep knowledge of the room, she walked slowly, fully aware of Rachel's and Genie's eyes on her. She stopped beneath one of the downlighter bulbs, aware of the gentle heat of the light, aware that it would give a slight halo effect to her, the light dancing on her curly, shiny, black hair.

Rachel and Genie instinctively knew they should begin by enacting Connie's scenario from earlier.

Genie moved to be behind Connie. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Slowly, she moved closer, feeling Connie's back on her as she pressed her naked body into Connie, her breasts being squeezed between them. Connie let out a contented sigh.

Genie's hands laid on Connie's sides. She moved them so they slipped beneath the leaves of Connie's dress, touching her bare skin.

Rachel moved in front, to be facing Connie. Their eyes met. Without her heels, Connie was the same height as both women. Rachel drew her face as close as she could to Connie. She could feel Connie's breath on her. With one question, Rachel took the lead.

"Connie, do you want to kiss me?"

Connie looked at her, from eye to eye. They were that close.

"So much, Rachel."

Glacially, their faces moved closer until Rachel's lips made contact with Connie's and they shared a first, gentle kiss. Slow enough, with help from Connie's fresh lip gloss, that Rachel's lip was gently tugged by it as the released.

Without turning round, Connie expressed her desire.

"Genie. You've wanted me...and I've wanted you to want me. My body is yours, Genie...yours."

Connie's head bowed as Genie, now able to express her urge to be close to Connie, kissed her neck while allowing her hands to slide up underneath Connie's dress. A feverish anticipation built in Genie as she moved her hands over Connie's soft skin until...

Connie exhaled deeply, expressing a deep "oh, so good" as she felt Genie's first intimate touch. The top of Genie's hands met the underside of her breasts. Connie's breathing started to become more urgent as Genie's soft hands moved slowly up and around until they were cupping Connie's rounded, pert breasts.

"Rachel. For you..."

Connie almost whispered it. She watched Rachel look at her as she carefully lifted one leaf of her dress to one side to expose a breast, then the other. Rachel took a moment to admire Connie's bare chest. Her breasts were a full shape without being large. Nipples, framed by dark areolae, were firm and erect.

Rachel lowered her head until her lips were millimetres from Connie's nipple.

"Please, Rachel."

Genie felt a slight shudder in Connie's body as she moved her hands down Connie's body. Rachel licked her lips and began to massage Connie's nipple with them. Genie stroked Connie's body, her hands slipping beneath the waistband of Connie's skirt as Rachel kissed and licked Connie's nipples to an even more aroused state, causing Connie to murmur with pleasure as she sucked Connie's nipples.

Connie's demure and calm nature was faltering, giving into the feelings both women were creating in her.

"Genie, I would love to feel your naked body...against my naked body."

With ease, Genie held the top of the skirt of Connie's dress, sliding it up, over her body, Connie's hand helping to lift the halter neck away from her. Genie took it and walked to a chair that was off to one side and laid it carefully down. She walked back to Connie and Rachel.

Again, they stood in a triangle. This time, though, all three of them were naked and, also, this time, Genie made a move to kiss Connie but not on her shoulder. This time, she gently touched Connie's cheek with her hand as she moved to place her first kiss on Connie's lips.

Rachel, sensing that Genie had desired to be intimate with Connie, moved behind and started to stroke and kiss Connie's shoulders and back. This made Connie sigh and close her eyes. They opened again to see Genie's hand shaping around the curve of Connie's breast again. Lips met again and began a delicate series of kisses, building through a little touching of tongues on lips and each other's tongues until they fell into a deep, full kiss.

Genie's mind whizzed as her fantasy of the whole evening played out in real time. She was zinging from the feel of their breasts against each other. Connie's hands, sliding up and down her back. Connie's lips now breaking away to kiss into Genie's neck and, down, down until Genie could feel Connie's lips on her breast.

"Oh, my fucking God, yes, yes." Genie's mind was in overdrive as Connie took her nipple into her mouth and then teased it with her tongue. She glanced to see where Rachel was. She needn't have worried. Rachel was on the bed, happily teasing her cunt with a finger buried between her labia, watching proceedings intently, while on display in Connie's eye line.

Genie took another lead as Connie rose back up to head height. Tracing a finger between Connie's breasts, she drew it slowly downwards until she met Connie's bush. Closely cropped, a triangle of hair leading clearly to the top of Connie's pussy. Connie moved one leg a little sideways. Genie moved again, this time coming to the softness of protruding labia, Connie gasping as Genie carefully touched the soft mound of skin, sitting proud of Connie's trim bush and vulva.

Connie spoke calmly.

"Genie, before we go any further, I should tell you that you have an admirer."

Genie stopped, a little startled. Rachel looked up too as Genie replied. "An admirer...here?"

"Yes, and, if you were to invite them in, they would want to serve you in any way you wish. Their admiration of you is that great."

"Oh...ooh..." This was not something Genie had expected. She had to think for a moment, bearing in mind Connie and herself were still in a close, naked embrace, exactly where Genie had wanted to be. "And is it a man or a woman?"

"A man, Genie. He spoke to me specifically."

Genie was overcome. "And he will do anything?"

"Anything, Genie." Connie then used a turn of phrase that wouldn't have been out of place in a historical romantic drama but sounded right in Connie's calm, almost seductive delivery. "He is that taken with you."