The Erotic Adventure Of A Promotion

Mandy gets a call from an old friend. She needs her to help her out. Her boy friend agrees the cash might come in useful, but he doesn't know the whole story.

I tossed the holiday brochure back onto the table as the phone rang. I couldn't afford those prices anyway. I looked at the phone. I didn't recognize the number. I pressed the receive button. "Hello?"

"Mandy, is that you?" a breathless voice at the other end asked me.

"Yes, who's this?"

"Christine."

"Christine! My God, where have you appeared from?

I thought you were working abroad."

"Yes, I was, but I'm back, and I was wondering how you are and if maybe you could help me out."

"If it's doing what I think it is, no way."

"You haven heard what the job is."

"I don't need to hear. If it's one of your jobs, it will mean either one or a bunch of guys seeing me naked at some stage."

There was a giggle at the end of the line. "Well, you used to enjoy it."

She was right, I thought to myself. I did enjoy those days, but they were all over when I met Cliff and we settled down together.

"Sorry, Christine, but I couldn't do it; not now; I'm with Cliff. He's not that sort of guy."

"Look, think about it. There's £500 in it. Let's meet up for coffee tomorrow."

"Okay, I'd love to meet you, but the answer's still no."

She sounded crestfallen, but said okay. "Let's have coffee then, and chat about old times."

"Okay, I'll see you at eleven tomorrow in Starbucks in the precinct."

I clicked off the phone and dropped it back on the table on top of the holiday brochure depicting a lovely beach with palm trees and golden sands. And the headline: Special offers from £500.

Cliff arrived home from work looking sullen. He kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug.

"Bad day?"

He nodded. "And it's going to get worse. If we don't get that order from Bishops, we will be on short time," he said sitting down at the table.

His tea and steak were ready and I placed them in front of him. He nodded. "Thanks, darling; looks wonderful. He picked up his knife and fork and dug into the steak.

He ate in silence for a while, then looked up. "What sort of day have you had? Any replies from your job applications?"

"No, nothing yet, but I did get a call from an old friend: Christine. She's back in town."

He looked up. "Christine? Isn't she the one you used to work with? Didn't you do stripper grams or something like that?"

I nodded, my face reddening slightly.

"What did she want? Not offering you a job, was she? I hear there's very good money in that game."

I looked at him. Was he serious? "Well, she did offer me a job, but I said no. That is all in my past."

He sliced off and ate another piece of steak and chewed on it thoughtfully. "What's the job and how much would you get for it?"

I looked at him. "You are saying I should do it?"

"Depends on what its worth and what it is. If this Bishop contract falls through, we are going to need every penny."

"I don't know what the job is. I didn't ask her, but she said it was worth £500."

"£500!" he said, almost choking on a piece of steak. "With tax off and other deductions, that's more than I get for a week's work. I think we need to talk about this."

Over coffee and dessert, I told him about Christine's job. "Promotions, she called it. She works for companies at exhibitions and promotions by adding a bit of glamour to the proceedings which usually means displaying her body. As a side line, she also does strip-a-grams for bachelor parties and such like."

"Does she get naked?" he asked.

I shrugged. "That depends on the client, but, yes, it does mean naked, or just about."

"And how do you feel about that? You've always quite liked showing yourself off."

I grinned. "That was in the old days. Now that I'm with you things are different."

He smiled and nodded. "That's okay, and I appreciate that, but things change. I guess it's a way of getting us out of a situation. We can't even afford a holiday this year."

I looked at him, surprised. "You wouldn't mind me showing myself off naked to a bunch of strangers?"

He wiped the last dregs of dessert off his plate before he spoke. "Of course I would mind. I love you! You know that, but if you've got something you can sell, and it's going to get us out of a situation, then we all need to make sacrifices."

I was slightly stunned by all this. I had been with Cliff for over four years. We had a great relationship, and I would never in the world have thought he would agree to any of this, but here he was almost persuading me.

In bed later that night we tenderly made love, and afterwards we lay on our backs holding hands, allowing the air conditioning to cool our bodies.

"If you would rather not do it, I will understand," he said quietly.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Work with Christine."

I squeezed his hand. "It's you I'm thinking about. How are you going to feel about other guys seeing me naked?"

"I'll just be thinking what lucky bastards they are, but it will be me you are coming home to afterwards, not them."

I squeezed his hand again.

"Things don't go any further than stripping, do they?"

I shook my head. "Not as far as I'm concerned. There's sometimes a bit of horseplay. You can guess what it's like when you are naked in among a bunch of randy guys; always a bit of touching and grabbing, but we usually take a security guy along with us."

Cliff rolled over and took me in his arms. "Talk to Christine tomorrow, and we'll talk again when you know what the job is." He kissed me. "I love you."

Christine looked as beautiful and glamorous as ever. Her low cut top showed off her superb breasts, and her attractive face was framed by a well groomed mop of blond hair. She was a natural blond; I can confirm that.

She greeted me with a hug and a kiss, and went on to tell me what she had been doing since I last saw her over four years ago. Apparently she had set up a business in Germany that had been doing well until some mob guys had started demanding protection money. So she sold up and went to the States, but she didn't like it there, and now she was back home and starting her business up again over here.

I told her about my life with Cliff and how happy I was.

"Not married, then?" she said, taking my hand and looking for a ring.

I shook my head. "No, we are happy as we are. No point in spoiling it."

She grinned.

"Did you sort your problem out?" I asked.

She looked puzzled. "What you rang me about yesterday."

"Oh, that, no." She shook her head. "I haven't got all my contacts back yet; was hoping you could still help me out."

I looked at her. "Maybe I can."

She looked at me in surprise. "But I thought you said Cliff wouldn't agree?"

"I didn't think he would, but we talked last night, and he said he wouldn't mind. I was gob smacked."

"Oh, wonderful," she said, reaching across the table and hugging me. "That's made my day: the two of us working together again."

"I didn't say I would definitely do it. It depends what the job is."

"It's nothing too serious. In fact, it will be a doodle. It's from a contact of mine, Harry. He's loaded; he's in banking: finance. Having a bit of a boy's do; wants two hostesses. That's all there is to it."

"And I get £500 just for hostessing, nothing more? Or is there something you are not telling me?"

She smiled. "Well, things might go a bit further, but I'll deal with that part."

I looked at her suspiciously. She had sprung surprises on me before.

She nodded. "Yes, honestly, you just have to be there looking good and that's £500. I'll deal with any extras."

"What about clothes?" I asked. "What will I need to wear? We will be wearing clothes, won't we?"

She grinned. "Harry's providing those; just needs your sizes."

"Okay," I said. "Just let me talk things through with Cliff and I'll ring you tomorrow."

We chatted some more, then hugged, and kissed good bye.

"Did you meet up with Christine?" Cliff asked as soon as he got in.

I nodded. And I told him about the job.

"Sounds easy money? Are you going to do it?"

"I guess so if it's alright with you."

He nodded. "I don't have any objections as long as you are cool about it."

The following day I rang Christine and confirmed and gave her the sizes she wanted for

Harry. "Okay," she said, "I'll pick you up Friday, four o'clock. Oh, and by the way, you need to shave."

"Shave?" I said.

"Yes, Harry likes bare pussies."

"Christine, I thought you said we were wearing clothes."

"We are darling, but they are, well, a little revealing."

"You shit," I said to her. "Now you tell me."

When Cliff came home, I told him about the arrangements, but I didn't mention about the outfits. I would leave that till afterwards, but I wasn't sure how I was going to explain the shaved pubes.

I can't say I wasn't looking forward to Friday. Christine and I had lots of good times together before she left, and we got in a few scrapes, but we always made good money. I was a little concerned about the outfits. I had been faithful to one guy now for four years, and although I did not have problems showing my body off, it might be a bit strange exhibiting myself to strangers once again.

I had spent the afternoon preparing myself. I trimmed off my pubes, carefully removing every single hair: quite a delicate and time consuming operation. I could have gone for a waxing, but I felt better about doing it myself. I brushed off the last remaining stray hairs, and applied a soothing cream. Then I checked myself in the long mirror. It looked strange to see my pussy lips so openly displayed once again. I wondered what Cliff would say when he saw me like this.

I showered, then dried and perfumed my body before slipping into a set of my best underwear. I selected hold ups rather than a garter belt, and a pretty dress: not too dressy, but classier. I was all ready and on my second glass of wine (for confidence) when the bell rang.

"You look wonderful," were the first words Christine said when I opened the door.

I smiled and asked her if she would like to come in for a drink.

She shook her head. "No, we'll get off there. There will be plenty to drink; may as well drink theirs as drink yours."

We walked down to where her car was waiting. A guy in a suit got out and opened the door for us. "This is Carl," she said. "He's driving for me now and looking after me."

Carl grinned and gripped my hand tightly. "Nice to meet you, Mandy. Christine's told me a lot about you"

"Nothing too awful I hope."

He shook his head and laughed. We got in the car and set off.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we pulled away.

"Harry's place. It's not that far. It's in Essex. Nice place. I've been there before; you'll love it."

She was right; it was nice. It took about an hour to get there. We pulled up at some iron gates with a security camera set on top of the gate post. It scanned us. Carl spoke into a speaker box and the gates swung open. The car pulled through the gates onto a long drive that led through some trees, then into open parkland where the large house was revealed before us.

"Wow," I said when I saw it. "I know you said he was rich, but this fucking rich?"

She smiled. "You know I only know the best people."

We pulled up to the house and stopped before a large carved wooden door. Several other cars were parked up, all expensive looking motors. Carl got out and opened the door. Christine thanked him, and told him that she would call him when we needed him, and that Harry had arranged food for him with the other drivers. He nodded.

The door was opened by an elderly man in a butler's uniform who smiled at Christine.

"Welcome to Archers again, madam," he said as he welcomed us in.

"This is my friend, Mandy," she said, introducing me.

He nodded. "Pleased to meet you, my dear." He turned back to Christine. "Sir Harry is in the library. I'll take you through." He began to lead the way.

"Sir Harry!" I whispered to her.

She nodded and smiled.

The butler stopped at a large door and tapped on it. A voice called for him to enter, and he pushed the door open. He ushered us in before backing out and closing the door. I found myself in a large room stacked with books of all shapes and sizes. A log fire was burning in the large grate, and a tall good looking guy in his fifties was standing with his back to it. He smiled when he saw Christine, and came forward and took her in his arms, kissing her on both cheeks.

Then he turned to me. He looked me up and down approvingly. "I guess you are Mandy," he said, reaching out and giving me the same treatment. "So pleased to meet you."

He looked at his watch. "The rest of them are in there in a meeting," he said, glancing at a door. "Should be breaking up in about thirty minutes. Then it's drinks before dinner so I'd better show you where you can get changed."

He showed us to a bedroom on the first floor; quite a large room with an old fashioned four poster bed and views over the grounds. On the bed were two ribbon tied boxes. "You can make this your base; use it for whatever you want," he said, smiling meaningfully at Christine. "Your outfits are there." He indicated the two boxes. "Should fit you. The people who supply them are very good. I'll leave you to get ready. Make your way down to the library in about twenty minutes to serve drinks." He smiled. "Hope we all have a good night," and he left us too it.

"Better get changed," Christine said. "We've only fifteen minutes." She went over to the bed, opened a box, and lifted out what looked like a burgundy red corset style basque with trailing suspenders. She held it up against her body. "Very nice," she said, feeling the material. "I bet these weren't cheap."

She started to slip out of her clothes. I slowly began to follow suit. As I undressed, I suddenly realized just what I had let myself in for.

Christine was soon naked, and she still looked as good as she had the last time I had seen her: her large breasts still firm with only a slight sign of a droop, large pink areolas, and her ever pointy nipples. Her pussy lips were shaved and looked delightful and quite prominent.

She looked at me as I slipped out of the last of my clothes. "You still look as good as ever. They are going to love you. It's great to be back working together again." She picked up the corset and held it around her body. "Can you fasten me up, darling? I can never do theses damn things."

I went behind her and snapped the clips together. My finger brushing her cool skin sent a shiver through me. Then I opened the other box and took out a similar corset, this time in pale blue. I checked what else was in the box: a pair of stockings, some 5" heels, and nothing else.

I looked across at Christies who was sitting at the dressing table pulling on the stockings. "Is this all we are wearing," I asked.

She smiled sheepishly. "I'm afraid so, darling. That's the way Harry wants it."

"My God, woman; we might as well be completely naked!"

"Come on," she said. "You've done it before."

"Yes, but that was some time ago. I was younger then and less wise. I don't go around showing my bare cunt to strangers these days."

"Don't be like that; think of the money; £500 notes just to let a few old guys get a look at your pussy."

I shrugged. It was too late to argue now, and I guess I needed to make the best of it. I shook my head as I slipped the corset around me and managed to fasten it without help. Then I took out the stockings and sat on the bed to pull them on and attach them to the suspenders. Finally, I slipped my feet into the shoes; they fit perfectly. I walked over and looked at myself in the mirror. Oh, shit, I thought to myself; I look like a whore.

The corset was low cut and did not quite conceal my nipples. The darker pink shape of the areoles could be seen peeking out. I tugged it up to give me a bit more concealment, but there was nothing I could do down below as the corset only came down to my hips leaving my stomach and the rest of me totally exposed.

I felt myself getting warm thinking that I was going to have to walk into a room full of strangers dressed like this. Who was to blame? Christine? Cliff even for persuading me to do it? Or maybe it was just my big mouth. Well, there was nothing I could do now. I checked my hair and make up, not that any one would be looking at that with the rest of what was on show. Christine smiled. "I've got to say you do look sensational."

I smiled slightly. "The things you get me into, woman," I said. "But you look great as well I must admit." The burgundy color suited her complexion, and with her large breasts that seemed ready to fall out and the puffy lips of her pussy so exposed she did look whorishly erotic.

"We had better get down," she said. "It must be about time."

It felt completely weird walking towards the stairs dressed as we were in a house that must have seen some strange things in its time, but I wondered if ever anything like this. My heart was racing as we reached the bottom of the stairs and made our way to the library. Christine eased the door open quietly and looked inside. "They have not come through, yet," she said turning to me.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Across the room, Harry and the butler were arranging some bottles at a small bar. He turned and grinned. "Ladies, you both look delicious," he said, his eyes taking in every aspect of our exposed bodies. "What do you think, Smithers?"

The old butler turned and smiled. "Very nice, sir, very nice indeed. Makes me wish I was forty years younger."

It felt strange standing there so exposed as the two men took in the delights of my body, but the old feelings of the excitement I always used to feel when I exposed myself to a stranger slowly returned. I felt an interesting warmth between my thighs, and I felt my nipples hardening and thrusting against the firm corseted silk of my outfit. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Smithers left the library to check on the meal, and Harry went on to explain about the drinks and where everything was. He had finished just in time as the door at the end of the room swung open and a dozen or so men walked through, all dressed smartly in dinner jackets. Their eyes widened and they smiled as they saw us and the outfits we were wearing. They nodded approvingly, and commented to each other.

Christine and I began to walk around taking orders. The men were very polite. Some complimented me and commented on how attractive I was. This all went to making me feel more relaxed and getting used to them looking so openly at my exposed assets. Some chatted to us amicably as we took around the drinks. They all seemed to enjoy the chance of a short conversation with two so scantly attired young women.

By the time Smithers came in to announce that dinner was served, I was back to my usual confident self. Harry told us to follow the guests through into the dining room and keep everyone topped up with wine.

Dinner went well and looked delicious, and by the time it was over and we took the cigars around, everyone was in a jovial mood. As I leaned over to pass out the cigars, I felt the light touch of a hand on my exposed bottom. I turned and looked at the culprit, an elderly grey haired man.

He grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry, my dear. I just couldn't resist it; it looked so delightful."

I smiled and moved along.

When we had done our round of the table, Harry beckoned us over. "There's a snack for you both in the butler's pantry. Don't be long; then come back to the library."

The butler's pantry was situated just off the dining room, and we found a plated up selection of meats and fresh crusty bread, as well as a salad bowl and a bottle of champagne resting in an ice bucket.