LE "BOY"

This will perhaps remind some Parisian night birds of past good times.

A lot of people tonight, at "The Boy", one of the leading clubs of the moment. Its very discreet entrance, entirely painted in black, is located in a small one-way street, in the district of the Madeleine. Discreet indeed, apart from a somewhat incongruous animation in this small street, where groups of young people, stationing in the evening on the pavement, stand ready to wait for a good part of the night, hoping to be able to thread through if by any chance girls present themselves alone.
Many people, techno music, hundreds of young people dancing on the groundfloor in the lasers' glare or trying to cut through towards one of the bars bordering the dance floor.
The club is immense. A good score of girls dance on the podium which occupies a large area on one side of the club. The most stunning exibitionist ones are there. They dance 6 feet above the dance floor, dressed to kill in hyper skintight spandex disco shorts, silver plated miniskirt, or should one rather say micro-skirts or even maxi-belts for some of them. Others are clad in kinky leather straps, ruined fishnet stockings or even more eccentric outfits.
Some dance very close to the edge, well aware that the hundred of males milling at the foot of the podium are leering up at the girls exposed wiggling parts, getting from bellow a fantastic view on their barely unhindered privates, the tiny string they wear under their microskirt buriing deep in between their bottom cheeks and sex lips, hiding nothing at all.
Isabelle is not really an exhibitionist. She dances down below, on the dancing floor.
But one cannot say that Isabelle goes unnoticed... How can a cute 20 years old blonde, with an all natural DDD chest - and on top of that, not wearing a bra to sustain her overdeveloped bouncing assets - go unnoticed ?
Moreover, it is not her who chooses her clothes to go out at night and as her buddy is not the jealous kind, the outfits are rather in a "minimalist" style.
Tonight, Isabelle is wearing a white skin-tight dress in stretch material, cut low and very short. In fact, the total dress weight should not exceed 100 grams... The fabric is very light and elastic but also so loose that her unsupported chest is not at all maintained, letting her breasts free to move in all directions... When she pulls on the hem of her "dress", it can go down to half-thigh, but the fabric is so elastic that it climbs back up right away.
And she is not wearing anything underneath, of course...
Isabelle had to put on a wide belt so that the dress stays in place and she does not have to pull it down again and again during the whole night.
To complete the outfit, Isabelle wears brand-new shoes with 5" rubber soles, the so-called "bouncy-shoes" that Gerard ordered especially from the United States. Adding 5 inches to her height is very good for Isabelle, who is only 5 feet tall, but "bouncy" is also exactly the appropriate word for these shoes. As soon as she has to move, and more when she dances or even walks, Isabelle has the impression to be assembled on springs and the dress not holding anything at all, her breasts dance freely and there is nothing to do to prevent them from tossing in all directions.

Isabelle let herself be caught at her first steps on the track, when, carried by the techno beat, she started to dance. She had forgotten about the "bouncy-shoes" and some violent pounding at chest level reminded her of the place she was in. She at once cooled down and she started to try and dance while not jumping and making her breasts leap too much.
But Isabelle loves to dance and at the end of one minute, of course, she does not think of it any more and her udders start dancing their own wild beat again. There is more and more people around the cute blondshell with the outrageous pair of knockers who dances without a bra. Guys get closer, try to speak to her, to take her along for a drink.
One young guy, rapper style, with piercings everywhere, kneels down while dancing and hops close, legs apart, until he's lying supine straight under her. Isabelle pulls a little on her dress. In spite of the belt, it keeps going up because of her breasts continuous leaping that pull the fabric up... and from where he is, Isabelle reflects the guy has a unspoilable view, the dumb asshole!!
But he is a good dancer. He makes some pirouette, jumps upright and catches Isabelle by the hand. He whispers a few words to her ear and, still holding her by the hand, they cut their way through the crowd. The circle closes again behind them and a good score of guys find themselves like idiots dancing all together. The little blondshell with the tremendous boobs has disappeared before they have time to do anything.
Unscathed except for a couple of stealthy gropings and even some fingering that she felt between her butt cheeks, Isabelle reaches the bar and orders a shot of whiskey; the barman pours it with his eyes fixed on her low neckline and he seems to lose all sense of measure. When he finally thinks of pulling back the bottle, Isabelle has gained a good triple dose of whiskey. The barman sports a silly grin as he mumbles:

- Well... THAT calls for some celebration!!

Isabelle thanks, turns around and clinks glasses with the guy who invited her to a drink. One cannot speak at all, there is really too much noise. Somebody taps her shoulder. The barman hands her a piece of paper. It is an invitation to come and have champagne in the VIP room. Isabelle came many times toîthe Boy", but she never heard about a VIP room. She looks embarrassed and the barman, amused, gestures for her to follow him.
Isabelle whispers "I'll be back" to her companion and follows the barman, still holding her whiskey glass. The barman opens a door dissimulated behind a curtain, marked: "private". They follow a cluttered and weakly lit corridor before arriving at a new door. The barman pushes a concealed button above the door and turns around .

- Here, you're there!

- Excuse me, what exactly is the VIP room?

The barman is kind-looking, but Isabelle starts feeling a bit worried. She has the weird impression she's entering the big bad wolf's lair. She is wearing nothing but this light, very light indeed, skimpy dress,and a cool draft just reminded her that she does not wear anything else. She now reminds herself that nobody saw her coming here and she reflectss that she should perhaps make an U-turn when a light click can be heard and the door opens. Voices, laughters, party noise. The man who shows in the door wears a salmon pink shirt, with an undone tie. He seems to be in his mid forties.

- The Boss!!

Isabelle has a last hesitation, looks at the barman who is going away, then at the "boss" who grins widely in a rather reassuring manner.

- Thank you for coming, we were expecting you!!

Isabelle makes up her mind and extends her hand:

- Isabelle...

- Hi, Isabelle. I am Polo, the person in charge for the night-club.

Polo holds Isabelle's hand and takes her into the room. It is less noisy than she had initially thought. In fact, the noise comes from the dancing floor. The VIP room seems rather large. Many small platforms all over, a curious triangular low table with a pole rising in its center, large leather settees all around, there are 10-12 people in the room, 6 or 7 of them are crashed in the settees. On the table, already several bottles of champagne and half full glasses.
3 girls... Rather underdressed girls... One of them, a blonde, who wears skimpy blue shorts only and nothing on top, is dancing on the table.
Nice tits, Isabelle reflects. That must be a D or DD cup, in any case, they are full and do not sag as much as hers do.
A beautiful black girl with very short hair is sitting on top of one of the guys with her hands under his sweetshirt. That one has her naked butt jutting out lasciviously into the air. Isabelle can only see the backside of the third girl. She has brown curly hair and sports many tattoos. Her skirt is bunched up at the belt and she is fellating an unshaved guy who's reclining in the settee, wearing only a black sleeveless Tshirt, with his pants bundled around his ankles. Isabelle cannot take her eyes off this guy. He is incredibly hairy. Very black hairs which cover his shoulders, arms, legs, chest and hands completely.

- Please guys, let's have some decency!!! We have a guest... Here is Isabelle !!
Let us drink a welcoming toast to Isabelle!!

- So, that is the " VIP room" then ! It is... hot!!

A side of the room is covered with mirrors. One would say two-way mirrors. From here, Isabelle can see the people who dance on the other side, on the podium. She now understands where they are. The room is right behind the podium and she happened several times to dance there, on the other side, looking at herself in the mirror, just like many others do, and she never suspected that from this side, she was being spied upon... In fact, the VIP room is a club in the club.

- Yes, Isabelle... As you can see, from here, we see all that happens and it is much more confortable.

A whole section of a wall is covered with monitors, above a table that she recognizes as being a kind of central control console. Isabelle thinks she understands everything now. On one of the monitors, she can see the front part of the dance floor, right where she was 5 minutes ago she recognizes a few of the faces out there. Isabelle cannot believe it. She never noticed the cameras.

- There are cameras everywhere ??

- Exact, and we can even zoom in!!

The one that has just spoken turns around. He is a redheaded young guy, around 25, seated by the control console.
He flashes a toothless smile to Isabelle. Then, he turns back and presses a few buttons. Isabelle sees herself on the central screen... And moreover, they record it all!!! As a matter of fact, the camera is zooming on her. Her big breasts move even more than she could imagine. While she was dancing on the dance floor, she was well aware that her breasts bounced a lot. But there, on the screen, she realizes with horror that her dress hides nothing at all, on the contrary. The lighting almost gives the impression she is dancing in the nude. The fabric sticks to her large udders, moulding perfectly the moving orbs which, because of the elastic shoes, keep leaping and rebounding in all the directions. They practically spill out of the low neckline of her dress. Isabelle feels herself blushing. She does not even dare look at the screen any longer, so obscene is the relentless dance of her fat breasts. The toothless one again turns toward Isabelle, his eyes are shining.

- I'm sorry, I did not know...

- But no, you should not appologise, Isabelle !! You are wonderful!! Robert was quite frustrated to see you on screen only, so we had to invite you here!!! Right, hey, Robert?

Robert is apparently the red-headed guy with the devastating smile... The "Boss" drops in a settee and does signals to Isabelle to sit next to him.

- Please sit down, Isabelle, and let’s drink to our meeting. You are here at home. Champagne?

- I am drinking whisky, I'd rather not mix!

- Please leave that glass, it is moonshine really. I can offer you a good whiskey, or let's drink champagne, it's up to you !!

- Okay, let’s go for champagne !!

Isabelle pulls a little on her dress and ends up flopping down in the settee. Polo pours 2 glasses of champagne.
The settee is quite low and soft and Isabelle catches Polo's glance as he peeks between her naked thighs. She raises herself up to pull again on her dress.

- Sorry!

- Why do you keep apologizing?

Polo puts a hand on Isabelle’s thigh. Very high on the thigh. His fingers are only a few inches of her pussy.

- You are already almost part of the house, Isabelle. Today, we learned your name, but it has been already some time that our friend Robert spotted you...

- Robert, can you show us the Saturday tape?

Polo has not removed his hand.

- Excuse me, do you have a ladies' room?

- Yes, of course, in the angle over there!

Isabelle gets up, rather relieved to escape Polo's groping hand, which wandered a little too close to her pussy..

In the loo, Isabelle tries to remember... Yes, they came here this last weekend... Saturday exactly. She was with Gerard and... yes, she remembers... When Gerard had agreed to buy her that black vinyl raincoat, he had put a condition: the next night out in a club, she would wear it, but with nothing else below. And it had been this very Saturday. Isabelle had spent the whole evening naked under her raincoat, naked butfor a black leather collar around the neck and a pair of vinyl boots.
Isabelle feels better now. They must not have been able to see much with their cameras. Not much, unless... What was his name? Yes, that’s it. Sebastien. He was a nice guy. He was dancing in front of her during several minutes, then had suddenly asked to her: "Are not you warm, with your raincoat on?"
What had made her say: "I do not have any choice" and, taking up the challenge in front of Sebastien’s interrogative air, she had released 2 buttons...
After all, it was Gerard's fault with his habit of leaving her by herself, half naked in places swarming with horny fellows, just like this evening. Nothing would have happened if not for that...
She had wanted to see Sebastien’s reaction. That's Isabelle's way, her flirtatious side. He was so much surprised... He had fallen in love that very minute...
He took her to a dark recess and they had passed a good part of the evening behind that large column...
When Isabelle returns to sit down in the settee, the dress goes down to semi-thigh. In the loo, she has been able to lengthen it a little with the help of the belt.
On the other hand, the low neckline is a little more revealing, of course....

- Here it is!!

The redhead had the tape in his hand. As its first frames flickered on, Isabelle could not believe it. There had been a camera in that lightless corner which she'd thought was completely safe!!!

- But... It is impossible, it was dark, one could not see anything!!

- Think so?

On the video, Isabelle has her thighs clutched around Sebastien waist. She is quite simply riding him... They thought they were out of any possible spying, especially with the coattails hiding everything... but it was without reckoning with the infra-red camera located just above them.
The image lacks colors, but quality is nevertheless excellent. Nothing is missed. Sebastien who awkwardly undoes the rest of the buttons, the raincoat which opens completely, presenting Isabelle's stark naked body as a jewel in its case, the flirtation, the foundling, the way he pushes her against the pillar... Then she sees herself grabbing the pillar to steady herself while he chewed and kneeded her udders... The blow job, the acrobatic penetrations in front, in back... They filmed everything, a true porno movie.

- You can see, you are famous, Isabelle!! I am sure that Robert Robert had a difficult night because of you!! The things hi-tech will do, right?

- But how? It was all dark!!

- They are infra-red cameras. There are everywhere.

- Look at! ... 18!!

Robert designates a monitor. Isabelle recognizes the pillar. Two people are kissing themselves behind "their" pillar, thinking that they are sheltered against peeping toms.
Polo's hand is back. Even higher on her thigh, this time.

- I… I will leave now...

- Please don’t, Isabelle, you must remain a bit with us, there is more champagne and we were going to have a card game. You can play poker, can't you?

- Yes, a little, but I do not play often and then... I do not have any money.

- Don't worry, we're going to lend you some!! Stþphane, give 1,000 Euros to our guest!!

- But...???

- Don't give it a thought!!

Isabelle deduces that Stþphane is the man in his early 30's with long blond hair, the only one in the room wearing a jacket, who gets up and goes to a safe hidden in the wall to take a bundle of euros, which he then piles in front of Isabelle.

- Shall we get closer?

- But... If I lose that money?

- It is no problem. Say that bundle is given to you as a gift. Okay?

- Well!... If it is a gift... But I don't feel quite all right about that...!!

- That's fine with us, Isabelle. All we require from you next is to go and dance on the ring, then the 1,000 euros are yours.

- On the ring?

- Yes, the podium. We call it the ring because of the rope we had to put around, for security. We shall not leave you alone, our friends will accompany you. Just dancing for half an hour, more or less. Is that OK? It is not too difficult?

- Not, just dancing, that's fine... I'm with you!!

- Very well! It's settled then!!

Polo gets up, followed by Isabelle. They sit at the table's corner, in front of Stþphane who is smoking his cigaret. They are joined by the impressively hairy man.

- Can I play with you?

- Of course, Mouloud!

Polo does the presentations:

- Isabelle, Stephan, Nujan.

The hairy one which Polo had called Mouloud explains to Isabelle:

- Nujan. My name is Nujan, not Mouloud. They call me Mouloud because they are jealous.

- Jealous?

- Yes, they are jealous because I have a large sex.

Yes, that... That's what Natalie could not help notice. She had a short glance already.

- Excuse me!! Polo gets up again...
Stan, do you want to play?
I'm sorry, I must leave you for one minute, my pager tells me that there must be a problem.

- Isabelle looks above her shoulder to see who is this "Stan"... Surprised!! He is the young guy who bought her a drink moments ago.

- You... You are here? You knew about this place?

- Yes, I do, you see, I was missing you...
Well... I'm with you for a game, but no cheating, okay?

- Of course!! As if there was cheating here!!

- OK OK, I didn't say anything!!

Stþphane pushes a piece of cardboard towards Isabelle. The white line in its middle does not seem to be sugar powder.

- Go! you will play better with that.

Isabelle is impressed. There are really all sorts of things here and they offer that to you as if it were a cup of coffee. She does not take anything, but she does not want to look silly and anyway... these guys seem to have no money problems!!
As a matter of fact, Isabelle feels rather happy with herself. It has been a long time since she did not enjoy that kind of harmless fun.
Stþphane collects the cardboard pieces and put the card deck on the table.
Stan checks the cards, cuts. The game starts.

Isabelle loses 200, then regains 1000 on 3 miraculous kings, but they play high stakes and in five minutes, Isabelle does not have any money left. Mouloud, however, has had a winning streak.

- Do you want another 1,000?

- But... If I lose again, I will never be able to return the money!!

- Well, I was not clear enough. I give you 1,000, but you, in compensation, you will show us a strip-tease!

- What do you mean, a strip-tease?

- It's as if we played a game of strip-poker! Say you lose your dress. You'll have to remove it while dancing and then you perform a lap dance. You know what a "lap dance" is?

- Yes, it's what they do in some clubs, the dancer must dance in the client's lap?

- Very good !! You've got it! You will climb up on the table and dance while taking off your dress. Then, you come and dance in our laps.. Then, the game resumes and if you return the 1000 euros, you can have your dress back. The "Lap dance", let's say that it's the interest on your loan!

- What about me? Robert, the toothless one, seems to come wide awake.

- What's up, Robert? It seems to me that you are not in the game!!

- Obviously, somebody has to work here!! But it is not fair, it is me who saw her first!!

- That is enough. Why don't you write a complaint to the Boss!!

- You bastards!!

- But I don't know how to go about this, I never performed any strip-teases, even less lap dances!!

- Viviane, come and show to Isabelle how "lap dancing" is done.

Viviane is the black girl. She puts on her thong bikini bottom string and climbs on the table. As she stands up, Isabelle realizes she has an incredible body. A needle-thin waist, and an incredibly arched backside. Not to mention her ass - a true Black ass!

- Music!

Robert pushes switches, the central pole lits up with a blue neon light and techno beat invades the room.
Viviane starts dancing. Isabelle is not really into black girls, but she must admit that Viviane is splendid. Tall with green eyes - possibly lenses, a very flexible and tonic body, with the narrowest waist ever and an arched backside to drive anybody crazy. She has proud pointy small tits under a narrow moulding red Tshirt. The thong bikini separates the thick lips of her completely depilated sex.
Viviane grabs the pole and rubs her sex against it in a very explicit love mimic. . Then, she pulls off the Tshirt over her head and pulls off her thong bikini. She is naked in 3 seconds flat.
Her breasts in fact are not that small. A C-cup, proudly jutting upwards, with big fat nipples, nice perky ones. She is a professional dancer, thinks Isabelle.
She lies down on her back and makes the splits without any difficulty, draws aside the lips of her sex with her two hands and crawls on her back until her butt cheeks are off the table and her pussy almost touches Stan's nose, as he gets closer to the table.
Stan grabs the firm buttock cheeks with two hands and raises them up, helping her to move her sex even closer to his face. Viviane ondulates and twists herself on her back while Stan first gently bites the lips of the sex, then playfully pulls on them with his teeth. Then, with the end of his tongue, he titillates Viviane’s swelling clitoris before catching it between his teeth. Stan chomps down on it and pulls it out, with his teeth only. Isabelle stares as the little organ lengthens from 1 to 2 and finally reaches 3 inches, totally stretched out... Ouch !! that must hurt!! Stan pulls, pulls even more between his teeth until Viviane starts moaning, then lets go. That looked like a fat rubber band being released.
Viviane folds her legs up and turns over in a supple movement. Her bottom is now right in front of Nujan who brutally grabs her ass cheeks and start spanking them. Viviane opens her legs and arches herself even more, wriggling her bottom under the spanking. Isabelle notes in her head the possibilities offered by the pole that Viviane clutches now with two hands, about one meter above the table. Her bottom in the air, her incredible supple body arches downwards so her tits are only a few inches from the top of the table. The position is very beautiful. Stephan approaches Isabelle.

- Go ahead, you can touch, Isabelle. The difference between the "lap-dance" in a club and a lap dance here, it is that here, one can touch!!!

Yes, Stephan got it right. She wants to touch, she wants to feel the flesh's resilience of these nice titties in her hands, she wants to tweak these large nipples between her fingers. Isabelle must sit up to reach the perky teats... What is she doing there? she realises that soon, she will be the one here, on the table, in the place of Viviane.

End of chapter 1 (to be followed)

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