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.
