Not long after the wedding where Jenny was fucked by three men from her company, the company was bought by one of its competitors, and over a period of weeks several members of staff had to go to Scotland to the new owners headquarters to learn the new systems they would be introducing.
Jenny was amongst the people that had to go, and she would be travelling with Derek, her manager, Steve, who had fucked her twice, and Mark, who was one of their surveyors. They were going to be in Scotland for three days training, travelling on the Monday, staying three nights with training every day, and travelling back on Thursday night.
This is Jenny's account of the trip.
We left the office and caught the train at 10am Monday morning. First class travel to Edinburgh. We were all sat around a table on the way up, and as we had nothing to do that night except eat and sleep Derek brought us all some drinks to while away the journey.
As we travelled we were talking about the business, and about the company we were now working for, and eventually the conversation got round to Charlie, who used to own the business.
This conversation led on to some reminiscing about the Christmas party, the entertainment, and my performance as a lap dancer. Luckily neither Derek nor Mark had been part of the late night gang bang, but they did have vivid memories of my little striptease on the main stage.
I'd had a of of comments in the office since Christmas, and off course I'd had a repeat performance with three of the guys at the wedding a couple of weeks ago, with Steve being one of them. But nothing had been said about the late night show and my gang bang - except at the wedding.
That night at the hotel, the four of us had dinner together, and the three guys kept my glass filled all the way through the meal, and continued to ply me with drinks while we sat talking in the lounge. Somehow, while we were talking and drinking the conversation strayed back to the christmas parties, and the evidence of my exposures over the years. Mark had only been with the company for a couple of years, and had only been at two of them.
Steve said that he had all the pictures and video on his IPad and invited us up to his room for a nightcap so Mark could look at the pictures and watch the video.
If I hadn't had so much to drink I wouldn't have gone to Steve's room with the three of them, and maybe, just maybe, the next few days would have been different. But I had drunk too much to think clearly, and thought it would be fun to see how Mark reacted to seeing the pictures and the striptease video.
When we got up to the room, there was only one chair, and Steve sat on it, so I joined Derek and Mark on the bed with yet another drink in my hand as Steve connected his IPad to the TV and played back the pictures and video clips of my various "wardrobe malfunctions" at the Christmas Parties.
It was strange sitting there watching myself dancing on screen, although hearing the comments from the three guys about how sexy I looked as my dress lifted and flashed my stocking tops, or the top opened and flashed my tits was giving me a warm feeling inside.
Then we came to the last Christmas Party video with me on stage dancing quite provocatively with both Charlie and Steve in turn, and seeing both of them run their hands over my body, and hearing Derek and Mark saying how they wished they'd been dancing with me, was turning me on.
Derek:- "Do you ever wear stockings to work?"
Mark:- "Please tell us you're wearing stockings tonight."
Me:- "Sorry to disappoint you boys, but I wear tights to work, not stockings."
Derek:- "What about thong knickers then?"
Me:- "Nope, just plain sensible knickers."
Mark:- "You don't wear a bra at the parties, so do you ever come to work braless?"
Me:- "No again, just normal everyday underwear, nothing fancy."
Derek:- "Bet you look just as good just wearing your plain underwear though."
When the clip of the striptease itself played they watched my skirt drop to the floor there was silence in the room until Mark said how great I looked in the little thong, and how he'd wished that the dance hadn't finished there.
That was when Steve let the cat out of the bag. "It didn't end there though. The hypnotist arranged another little show for Charlie later on, and Jenny was hypnotised as a stripper again."
Derek:- "What happened?"
Mark:- "Yes, what happened?"
Steve:- "Jenny gave us all a striptease, and a bit of a lap dance too. Only this time the hypnotist didn't stop her when she started to strip off, he just left her to it."
Mark:- "She stripped completely?"
Steve:- "She did and I found out later on she wasn't even hypnotised."
Me:- "Steve, you promised you wouldn't tell anyone."
Steve:- "I know, but be honest you love to show off don't you, it turns you on doesn't it."
Mark:- "Is that true?
Me:- "Yes it does."
Mark:- "So would you dance for us tonight?"
Me:- "I've only ever shown off when my husband has been there."
Derek:- "Well what about dancing with us?"
Well what could I do? It would have been churlish to have said no wouldn't it?. So I agreed, and Steve put some music on, and refilled all our glasses.
The music was slow and smoochy, and Derek took my hand, pulled me up from the bed, and took me in his arms and as we danced he held me gently.
Mark swopped places with Derek as the first song ended, and as he danced he slowly ran his fingers up and down my back, catching my bra strap a couple of times on the way, and then slowly he dropped his other hand onto my bottom.
The second song came to a close and Steve took Mark's place and his hands went straight to my bottom and he gently squeezed it as we danced. Steve held me tighter than the other two had, and as he cupped my bum with one hand his other wandered over my back and up and down my side before gently cupping my breast for the last few seconds of the song.
The feeling of being caressed in front of two guys that had made it very plain they loved the way I looked, and were jealous that Steve had seen me naked, whereas they'd only seen a flash of my breasts and my thong, was turning me on, and I knew that letting Steve cup my breast would only encourage them to try their luck, but I was enjoying the attention.
Derek was waiting to replace Steve when the song ended, and having watched Steve grope my bum, and cup my breast, he was far more adventurous himself. He wrapped one arm tightly around me, squashing my breasts into his chest, and his other hand dropped to my bottom and squeezed.
As we danced he too caressed my back and side, and within a minute or so his hand was cupping my breast, and slowly squeezing it in time with the music. We danced for another couple of minutes with Derek gently caressing my breast with one hand, and squeezing my bum with the other. I could feel my pussy getting wet.
Mark took Derek's place, and his hand went almost immediately to my breast and he continued to caress it as we danced. "Mmm, that feels nice" he said, and I just lay my head on his shoulders as he continued to tease my breast through my blouse and bra.
As the song ended, Steve stepped up to dance with me, but instead of waiting for Mark to step away he wrapped his arms around me from behind, much as he had when we were on the stage, with one hand on my stomach, and the other cupping my breast.
Mark sat down on the bed with Derek, and they both watched as Steve continued to dance with me. He was gently nibbling my neck, something he knew I loved, cupping right breast with one hand, and caressing my stomach with the other.
Steve:- "You enjoying yourself Jenny?
"Mmmm." I murmured in reply.
Steve:- "Should I show them you breasts? You know they want to see them."