The evening carried on, the women became drunker and we were worked off our feet. We continued to be constantly molested. At on point I thought I was going to be raped again, a woman stood behind me holding my breasts and squeezing my nipples as she pushed herself into my bottom. I could feel the hardness of her dildo pushing into me; my struggles and squeals seemed to excite her more.
Fortunately she released me with a laugh and a slap on my behind.
Eventually, the women began to tire and start leaving the club. The coat boy, now totally naked helped them with their coats and were all subjected to deep throat kisses and more gropes as they went on their way.
We were left surveying the chaotic state the club had been left in. Harry who showed no concern for the treatment we had been subjected to made us clear the place up. She at least let us put our skimpy costumes back on for what that was worth. With all the bending we had to do to pick up rubbish and generally tidy the place it was impossible not to expose lots of naked or partially clad flesh. At least it was only for Harry’s benefit. She also praised us for what had been in her eyes a very successful night, the bar takings had been great and were each given a small cash bonus. We also new that was a sweetener to keep quiet about what had happened to us.
At last we were done. The coat boy had re clothed in a dress had gone in a taxi. Harry had asked Ruby if he would stay. “To keep me company.” We knew what that meant.
Crystal and I tried to call a cab but to no avail, it was a busy night and we were left with no alternative but to walk home. We knew we were taking a chance dressed as we were but had no alternative.
We stepped out into the road, a little nervously, hearing the door lock behind us. The street was dark and deserted as we walked along our high heels clicking loudly on the pavement. It was quite chilly and breezy causing our flared petticoats and skirts to rise despite our best efforts to control them. We had a delicious chill on our naked thighs above our stocking tops making us feel even more vulnerable as did knowing that our short skirts were barely covering out stocking tops and at times our panties.
We chatted as we walked, although we both felt we had bee abused and were a bit sore from being so forcibly penetrated, we confessed to each other we had both secretly been aroused and enjoyed the experience.
“If only our rings had been off and we could have cum.” Crystal moaned.
“You know you have to be owned for that to happen.” I laughed.
We heard a car approaching, its headlights illuminating us; it was like being in a spotlight. It halted and I could see the driver was Val and in the passenger seat was George. The passenger door opened blocking our path.
“Want a lift.” George asked smirking as he eyed us up and down. “Come on, we owe you we know we treated you badly earlier on.”
We hesitated, we were still a long way from home our feet were beginning to hurt in our heels and the way we were dressed made us more than vulnerable to any females who might be out and about at this time.
“Okay.” Crystal said. “But no funny business.”
George hopped out and held the rear passenger door open. I got in as dignified as possible, keeping my knees tightly together, conscious of George staring at my nylon covered legs, I felt the cold leather on my naked bottom, which my short skirt failed hopelessly to cover. Without warning George got in beside me leaving Crystal with no alternative but to get in the front.
The car moved off, before we had gone a few yards, I saw Val’s hand drop on to Crystal’s leg and caress it at the same time George’s arm was around me and before I could protest her hand was cupping my right breast.
“How bout we all go back to Val.’s place for a night cap?” “It’s not far.” George said. “And.” She laughed we might find a key for your peenie rings if you are really good.” She tweaked my nipple, which along with the other one had become really hard as she had been caressing my breast
“Oh no.” I thought. We were again in the hands of two of the women who earlier had taken part in molesting and humiliating us. Worse it looked as if they were looking for more fun and there was not a lot we could do about it, also maybe we could have some enjoyment if they really had a key.
