Club chairwoman Cheri Brock spoke up next. "Well. Depending on how quick we get you outta that piece, Stell—and how many of us're anywhere close to your size—I'd advise you to guard it good and close," she grinned.
"Oh, lovely it is. But from me you're gonna have to guard those adorable shoes," commented June Walters, the feet-loving secretary. She prompted a knowing laugh from the others, as Amilia strode back in with the first tray of drinks, served, and adjourned for the rest. These six glasses were arranged in twos, Maddie explained, by what was poured in them: champagne, chardonnay, white wine.
"
Oh...
" said Jenni, the only one concerned. "Uh...I...dunno if I can," she sniggered. "I'm not 21 yet."
The women looked to one another in amusement. Peggy addressed her.
"Well, my dear Jennifer, there're two ways of looking at this," she advised. "One of them is that though we truly do enjoy playfully torturing each other, deep down it's all out of friendship and love. We're like those Impractical Jokers fellows on TV. So being that you're amongst '
friends
' here...wink wink...we won't force you to drink if you don't want to. Or don't
know
if you want to.
"On the other hand, if you
do
want to, we won't 'narc' on you. No one here wants you to be arrested or anything. Obviously, that would be a terrible thing. Our club would only have eleven members again!" The girls laughed. "But therein lies the other way of looking at it. If you feel you're being naughty...and you
like
that idea...we'd be happy to keep you in our
own
little 'prison.' Where we could mess with you and mistreat you as seen fit." She flipped her eyebrows at Jenni. "You see?"
Jenni chuckled nervously, seeing where Miss Feldman was going with this. It did intrigue her. Sitting at her other side, Peggy's partner in pranks Viv Odell suddenly grabbed Jenni around the middle. "RAWR!" she impishly growled.
"
AAAAHHH!
" Jenni shrieked, cuing the rest of the club to burst out laughing. Feeling
almost
a little bad for scaring her, Viv gave her a comforting hug and kiss. Their hostess was the next to speak.
"But for all serious, Jenni," Madison told her, "If you're leery about drinking, I'd be happy to have you brought something else. Juice, soda, tea, coffee, sparkling water, regular ol' water, whatever you like. Also, safety and sobriety first, ladies. I want you to know that there's plenty of room for every one of you to stay here and sleep it off."
"Oh, Miss Roschfeld, that's so nice of you, and, erm..." Jenni took a breath, letting go of another chortle.
"Actually, after
that!
..." she exclaimed, hurling a pointed, facetious smirk Viv's way. "...I think I could
use
a drink!"
Miss Babette Essman, the club's English muffin, handed her a glass. "Bottoms up, baby bird."
"Wh—" Jenni gasped, feigning shock. "I'm gonna get spanked al
ready??
We just
got
here!"
Another group laugh. "What a perfect fit for our little tribe, sweet baby Jen-Jen," opined June-June, to unanimous agreement. "And to think she dropped in on us that day com
plete
ly by accident!"
The other six glasses of wine arrived. Everyone now held a glass, each on her own individual path to tipsiness. Amilia curtsied once more to the group, and withdrew to perform some maintenance. Cheri sat her glass to rest.
"Whew! Oh, my!" she giggled, already enjoying the rush. Accompanying her as with every meeting was her briefcase, inside which resided her chairwoman's necessities. Out first came the gavel.
"Okay!"
Tap tap!
"Today's meeting of the C.F.N.F. Club hereby called to order. What another
gorgeous
, glorious day! How are we??"
Everyone was good, said they. Some of them were great. The British lass Babette stated that she was "jolly outstanding."
"Jolly outstanding to hear!" said Cheri. "June-bug, you're up. Last meeting's minutes, if you please?"
June proceeded to pop open the laptop and do her thing. Jenni listened eagerly and attentively for the part when she showed up at their building. She'd meant to go to her job interview, but had gotten the address and even the date wrong. Then the ladies showed her the reason she'd been so nervous and frazzled: she was impossibly wound up and deprived of release. And in desperate need of the
monstrous
orgasm the girls gave her, after stripping her naked and trussing her to their table. When June reached her part, she blushed and looked down with a bashful smile. June worded it with such benevolent poignance. It made Jenni tingle in her special spots. She hugged herself with one hand and surreptitiously slipped the other between her thighs.
"Aw, look, she's turning red," she heard Stella's syrupy voice caption.
"Yeah, as red as that lipstick you love smearing all over our faces," Katie shot back.
Another collective laugh. "Very good," Cheri chuckled. "Now then. Anyone have anything to build on our old business?"
Jenni raised a hand. "Uh, well, I 'doughnut' know if this counts," she whimsically chirped, "But I kinda just want you guys to know how glad I am I met ya. If I hadn't, I gotta figure hell only knows how much crazier I would've made myself. Or how much longer I'd have gone not even knowing why."
The club shared a few "aw"s, expressing mutual pleasure at meeting Jenni as well. Viv gave her another hug around the middle, roguishly reaching upwards to cup and squeeze her titties. This made Jenni squeal and everyone else hoot and giggle. Cheri asked once more about old business. When no one had anything further to add, she asked for new business.
"Oh!" said Babette, reaching for the stack of papers she'd brought. "Right; Stella and I have written and printed the June newsletter." She handed out a copy to everyone. "Here're the highlights for you then, amongst all the usual goodies. First of all, if you'd like to open to page two, you'll see that since Jenni's signed up on the site, we've added her to the roster, bringing us to an even dozen. Jenni, love, you'll notice the little mini-bio we asked you to provide has been printed along with the rest of ours. You're last, but only because we go alphabetically. Not by seniority, but rather 'a' to zed."
"Cool!" said Jenni, enjoying all this attention. "I'm...guessing 'zed' is...British for 'z'?"
"Quite!" Babette resumed her seat. "As you see, a bit later we've got this month's club survey, and the results of last month's as well...then our personal profile and spotlight. Again, thanks to Jenni, we can now focus on a different member every month. This month, appropriately enough, the spotlight is
on
..."
She waited, as just about everyone turned to the club secretary. Bab nodded.
"...Of course, June! We do like to shuffle about who gets which month, but that's a no-brainer. Both she and Stella are June babies, and so we'll be celebrating their birthdays in the next few meetings. Talking of Stella, here next we've got her editorial column, consisting of the usual: what to expect this summer, her handpicked trends in pop culture, including of course a focus on fashion. What to wear, and what
not
to wear, ladies...wink wink.
"Oh yes, and a reminder: our next two meetings will take place on the 10th and 24th. The 24th is our next video shoot. Now Jenni, me dear, on these occasions we basically hold meeting as usual, doing what we normally do—but this time we'll have a camera-lady friend of ours along. She sets up and records while we act natural: playing about, stripping and embarrassing one another, and of course our lovely group sex. Then she edits the video for us and we offer it for sale through the web site.
"Now that being said, sometimes not all of us participate in the shoots," she quickly added, seeing Jenni grow alarmed. "If you'd like to, by all means are you welcome. But again, if you don't want to, you don't have to."
"That's right, sweetheart," Cheri told her, as Jenni's face visibly relaxed. "Do bear in mind that the C.F.N.F. Club would never make you do anything you felt truly uncomfortable with. Excepting of course getting naked for us. And, in the event you lose whatever game we're playing, answering the door in your birthday suit when supper comes."
Jenni gulped.
"But you don't need to worry
too
much," Eileen "assured" her. "There
is
only a one-in-twelve chance that'll happen.
Right
, Katie?"
