Sorry about the delay in finishing this chapter. Susan first appeared in Entertaining at Home. As this is the ninth chapter of this series you can probably guess how to catch up with the others. Comments, suggestions and support welcomed as always and thanks to those of you who already have.
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Lying naked on the banquette in the Snug, I began to feel cool. The post-orgasmic thrill ebbed and I started to think what had gone on in the last half-hour. The thorough fucking George had given me, I couldn't think of any other way of describing it, had left me sore and satisfied. I let out a groan as I moved my legs into a more comfortable position and felt again the residual discomfort from accommodating his outsized member. I moaned again when I remembered I had also taken money from Matt to suck his cock. I ran my fingers through my hair searching for any evidence of his orgasm, and untangled the strands when I found it.
Part of me wanted to run out of the Crown, go home and work out my feelings about what I had done, and what had been done to me, whilst soaking in a hot bath. The noise of the reaction to Scarlett's strip drifting in from the main bar kept pulling me back to the here-and-now. The matter was finally settled by the irregular crescendos, and increasing volume, of the sounds. It made me curious. That and the beginnings of my own excitement when I thought about how I was going to entertain my fellow regulars once midnight had struck.
A few minutes in the Ladies saw me fit for public display. I pushed through to the main bar and slipped behind the counter to stand next to Mandy. She glanced down at me smiling and threw a friendly arm around my shoulder. I knew it was friendly because there were no bones broken.
'You were great ducks.'
'Thanks Mandy.'
Further conversation was interrupted by shouts from the floor in front of us. I looked up and took in the scene on the the stage. Scarlett looked magnificent. Truly awesome. She was standing, legs akimbo, flexing a long riding crop between her hands and glaring down at the densely-packed mob pressed around the foot of the stage. She was virtually naked. Her small breasts were outlined by the thin strips of leather that made up her cup-less. The black lines accentuated her translucent skin which seemed to be shining. Her whole torso glistened as she swatted out at the men in front of her, her breasts quivered and her pert red nipples bounced slightly with the effort. I gasped along with the rest of the audience.
The rest of her outfit consisted of the smallest thong I had ever seen. It covered her slit, but none of thin line of red pubes which dusted her tummy below her navel. The strings looped high over her hips and disappeared between the cheeks of her butt. On her feet, she was wearing motorcycle boots. They were only loosely tied, but the bangs as she stomped around the stage were clearly audible, even over the heavy rock music she was performing to.
In front of her on the stage was a chair. Over the chair was draped a young man; he looked like one of the roll call of identikit teenagers who played pool in the Crown most weekdays. It looked like he had been tied to the back of the chair by his belt. The trousers it may have come from, were around his knees, his boxers were half-way down his thighs. It was, however, his arse which caught the eye both cheeks were red and there were clear stripes cut across them. The bottom-spots - I had seen a number of such lads servicing Tracy at one time or another, they all had them - shone lividly under the bright spotlights.
As I watched, Scarlett brought the crop down on his backside in a vicious stroke. He yelped, the crowd cheered and Scarlett's eyes seemed to shine even brighter. I felt my own buttocks clench remembering my own time at the mercy of the same crop in the same hand. She glanced over at Mandy, saw me, and gave a smile and a delicate wave. Mandy drew a finger across her throat.
'I think he's had enough don't you?'
I nodded. I had no idea what was going on.
'She's getting Barry out of her system. Young Ned there fancied her chances with her now his mate's out of the picture, I think she's turning him down.'
She grinned at me. I grinned back still not much the wiser. Scarlett was strutting up and down the front of the stage alternatively snapping straps on her barely-existent bra and tapping and stroking boys nearest to her with the crop and inviting them to take Ned's place. There were no takers, so after placing her weapon delicately on the chair she raised her arms above her head and twerked. She picked up the pace in time with the music and the chanting and cheering of her admirers. I had to drag my eyes away from her, she was moving as if each individual muscle was independently controlled. I was making me feel hot all over.
'I wanted a word Mandy.'
She looked down at me benevolently.
'About George.'
She raised a sharp eyebrow.
'What's the stupid bugger done now?'
'He fucked me in the Snug.'
She burst out laughing.
'Never heard it called that before.'
She put a finger on my lips as I coughed and muttered through an attempted explanation.
'It's OK pet, just my little joke. You enjoy it?'
'Yes, and I'm sure I don't have to tell you why.'
She grinned.
'Big, isn't he? He's always found strippers irresistible.'
'It's just that he was virtually in me before he even thought of asking whether it was what I wanted.'
'He raped you?'
Her face fell and darkened. I felt her body tense against me. She looked like thunder.
'I wouldn't say that. He was just, well, forceful. I'd probably have done him anyway, but, you know?'
My voice trailed off. I hadn't got straight in my head exactly what I thought of what had happened in the Snug. I needed time. What I definitely didn't want was Mandy going off on one and making the whole situation more complicated than it already was. I risked a look at her face to try and judge her reaction and was relieved to see a thoughtful expression had replaced the fighting-mask. We both watched Scarlett in silence.
She had kicked off the biker boots and was in the act of removing the minuscule thong. It fell away as she expertly unclipped two studs holding the waistband. I found my own heart rate quicken as she stood basking in acclamation. The last garment was little more substantial than a biblical slingshot as it dangled from her hand. Mandy reached back and clicked the track to fade without even looking at the machine. Scarlett contained to stand, arms outstretched, her skin a vision in white and pink. She reminded me most of one of this paintings by consumptive nineteenth century artists; her red hair darkened at the ends with perspiration from her glistening skin, her cheeks, pubes and pudenda rosy and slick. I blew her a kiss when she glanced our way.
Mandy brought me back to the present.
'When we've poured a tanker load of beer and lager into this lot...'
She nodded at the growing throng of demanding drinkers beginning to push together in front of the long bar.
'We'll talk again. I think I've got a way to make that randy sod think on. Mind giving us a hand?'
She flicked her head towards the other end of the bar where George was handing pint after pint over to grasping hands. He'd taken the sensible decision to fill as many glasses as he could before the rush started. Between him and us the two regular barmaids were a red-faced with the effort of trying to quell the demands of thirsty customers who were now reaching horde-proportions.
It was a mad half-hour. Mandy pulled pints and filled smaller spirit glasses, I took cash and rang it into the till. We were a good team. I snuck occasional glances over the heads of crowd to measure Scarlett's progress on her fundraising tour. She had taken her riding crop with her and as well as the standard selfies with her naked body pressed against a happy punter, friends were taking shots as she "punished" naughty boys. When I couldn't see her, I could tell where she was by the cheers and laughter coming from various parts of the large room.
I was amazed at the amount of cash I was ringing into the till. The Crown was raking it in that night. I also got some insight into the mechanics required to keep the thirst-crazed bedlam quieted. Every few minutes one of the women would shout to George and he would disappear to the cellar to change another barrel. He was barely back abusing customers before he was dispatched again.
Eventually we began to make inroads into the demand and by the time Scarlett appeared in front of us, face flushed and eyes sparkling, there was even a vacant stool for her to perch on. Even though I was standing right next to her, I still couldn't see how Mandy managed to evaporate from my side and reappear beside Scarlett an instant later. But there she was, hugging and kissing, holding out a towel and helping her dry her soggy hair. Standing there naked, Scarlett was transformed from sadistic stripper to awkward child fending off the over-affectionate ministrations of an adoring relative. I smiled at them both and felt nostalgic for a time when my mother's care was similarly oppressive.
'Right, you go and get dressed and dig your cousin Tracy out of the bogs. I think she's rubbing Ned's pain better.'
Scarlett and I smiled at each other.
'You, me and Susan have some business to discuss in the Snug. You've got five minutes.'
Scarlett and I exchanged shrugs of ignorance as we kissed on her way to get changed. I handed her two carrier bags, heavy with notes and coins, the proceeds of her collection. Mandy was already at the other end of the bar talking to George. It didn't look as though he was saying much back. I passed Tracy on her way down the corridor as I went to the back room. She was straightening the skirt on her business suit and tucking a dildo away in an inside pocket. She was wearing black-framed glasses and had her hair gathered in a bun at the back of her head.