This is the fourth part of a story about the relationship between a self-confessed voyeur and an exhibitionist who is in denial about this aspect of her character. Like most of my stories it is set in and around 1980's Birmingham and the Black Country. There is no social media, no mobile phones, and no internet porn. Also in the UK there were only three TV channels so popular programmes were seen by all.
They both expect that the relationship will last at most six to nine months and will end when she goes to university. Nowadays this pair would probably be friends with benefits, so I will not be using cuckold language. The voyeur enjoys seeing her flirting and making out with other men, but more because he likes watching and listening to sexual activity than because she is his girlfriend. Everyone described being involved in sexual activity is over 18.
This is the same Joanna as appears in some other stories of mine, but this is set about seven months before the first of those stories so there is no need to have read them.
So far this story had been from David the Voyeur's POV and this chapter is primarily from Joanna's the exhibitionist's POV as she is both provoked and tempted into exploring her true nature. The party itself will be in the next chapter. I promise you that the TV sketch referred to was for real and can be found on You Tube using "NTNOCN: "American Express"" as a search. It was only a slight exaggeration of the original adverts which was part of the reason it was so effective.
/------------------------------------/
When she thought about it afterwards, it was daddy who was really responsible for what happened in May and June 1980. If he hadn't been so condescending over dinner on Friday 2nd May she would never have been motivated to throw herself into the role in the Dudley hustle as thoroughly as she did.
Joanna had now in effect finished with school apart from exams. They no longer required her to be attend every day and trusted her to revise at home and only come in for special revision classes if she wanted to. She was good enough at French not to need to revise that hard and she had worked hard on the literature side in her first year. German wasn't quite as strong, but she should get the grade she needed. She had done well in the history mocks as the questions were on the areas she had worked hard on in the first two terms of the course. In retrospect hs ehad been complacent.
She spent a lot of the additional time with David and his housemates. Her classmates were also working hard for the exams and now she had a boyfriend at university she had tired of being the queen of her social circle of sixth formers.
It was such a relief after Lionel to spend time with a man who did not want to control her every action and trusted her. While she might not want such tolerance in a husband, it was fine in this relationship. After all there was little to no chance of their relationship surviving her going to London and they may as well just have fun without any of the traumas. This way she got the best bits of a relationship and the best bits of being single.
She imagined exactly what Lionel or Daddy would have said if she had told him she was off to have photographs taken of her. David trusted her to behave with the photographers despite the fact that they all promised to help her career if she allowed them to take liberties with her. He also did not object when she danced with other men and led them on a little bit or that she obscured the fact that she was in a relationship with him. He had also looked after her when things threatened to get ugly in that nightclub. She had treated it as a joke until she had seen the bouncer's faces and the owner had warned her not to come back for at least three months. Gareth had taken her back there in mid-afternoon a few days after and had pointed out to her how easy it would have been for a few determined men to have forced her into the back seat of a car. She knew the actuality would have been horrifying, but the thought of multiple men taking it in turns had also excited her.
She also did not like being at home at weekends or in the evenings when daddy was around. Ever since she had split up with Lionel Daddy had been finding excuses to find fault with her. She had not introduced David to him or mummy because at first it had suited her to tell them that Lionel had just objected to her talking to other men as friends. Telling him that Lionel's concerns that she was flirting with David were justified and that within a day of meeting David he had bonked her would not have gone down well. David had made a joke about Lionel being a younger version of daddy and the more she thought about it the truer it seemed. She thought that he was also right when he said Daddy wanted her to continue to be his little princess and was not happy about her growing up.
Mummy would never argue with daddy but did her best to be all three wise monkeys rolled into one. She wasn't a snitch, but neither was she an ally.
Joanna got on well with brother George who genuinely cared for her and did his best to help and even tried to be subtle about it. He had said that he wished he would get away with working as little as she did, which she took as meaning he was tactfully saying that she wasn't revising enough. He might have a point, but there was plenty of time.
George had his own problems with daddy. He had been top of his year at school for so long that Daddy had started taking it for granted. George had pre-warned daddy that he would only be second in class in English at A level (the best was the son of a professor of English so Daddy accepted that) but had not expected to have competition in history. When he was beaten into second in the Christmas school report by a girl who did not come from a good family and had missed a year of scholing because hse had had a nervous breakdown, Daddy had been angry at George and called him a disappointment and a slacker. George had redirected his ire on the girl and Joanna had willingly helped him ruin her reputation at his school while she had been going out with Lionel. If Lionel disapproved of her talking to men the fact that the Tart accepted that a man paying for a date meant that he got to feel her tits and get a hand job in the back row of the cinema as a bare minimum had both shocked him and, she now suspected, excited him.
George had knuckled down and worked even harder, but so did the girl. Perhaps she should have foreseen that ruining her reputation and social life would have had that effect on a girl who no matter how much of a slut she was had a brain. Anyway, George would be applying for Oxbridge next year and his teachers thought he would get in, so daddy had started approving of him again at least as compared with her.
Still, she hadn't been expecting the disdain from daddy on the Friday dinner and she was still furious with him on Saturday morning. When daddy went to play golf and mummy had left the house for her local charitable duties she strode off round to David's to let off steam and to look at the portfolio of her photographs. She knew he was likely to be out, but she let herself in with the key which he had given her and headed for his room.
The door to the Guest Bedroom was shut and shrieks of pleasure could be heard as team DP entertained their latest -- she wasn't entirely certain what the right word to use was -- client, victim, conquest, or guest. She was surprised by how many women were up for having sex with Dom and Pete at the same time and how much they seemed to enjoy it. She was also intrigued by the mechanics. She listened for twenty minutes until the shouting and other noises stopped. Ten minutes later the door to the Guest Bedroom opened and a woman wearing the "I'm a DP Girl" T shirt and wearing a bracelet started to leave. She seemed to be in her mid twenties but in good shape for her age. The woman turned around in the door and said, "I want that bitch humiliated for what she's done to her friends for the last six months. This should have been the best time of their lives so far and instead it's been all tears and recriminations."
Dom said, "The DP team will do its best, Phyllis. Give us a chance to adapt our plans for next Saturday and we'll be in touch."
So this woman had wanted to enlist the aid of the DP Team. Female friends would hire them to cheer up friends who needed their self-esteem being improved or making men realise that the woman they had been taking for granted was attractive or had a wild side. They also helped up liven up parties by getting the dancing and snogging going earlier than it might otherwise do. She had heard that they occasionally engaged in sting operations, and it sounded like this was one of those. After the woman left she popped into the Guest Room where the two men were changing the sheets and opening the windows to air the room. Mummy would be impressed by the way they tidied up after themselves, although not by the reason why they were doing so. Still if mummy did have an affair she would make certain that all the bedlinen was washed. She looked in and said "Hello, boys what's up." She saw that the woman who had just left had taken the complete Team DP package to judge from the knickers and bra on the bedroom side table.
They looked up and Dom said, "The DP Team has an extra objective on Saturday. She had a problem, no one else could help, and her sister told her that if she could find them.... maybe she could hire the DP Team."
She rolled her eyes and said, "At the end of the evening do you all smoke cigars and say, I love it when a plan comes together."
Pete laughed, "Something like that. Look we're going to have to brief David, so we'll tell you at the same time. After all you have got an invite to the party."
