Weekend Work Pt. 07 – Exhibitionist & Voyeur – Free Sex Story

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Jay was glad of a few days to himself, to process what had happened that weekend. He knew he was being used and that these old men were taking advantage. But he felt powerless to stop it even if he had wanted to, the feeling of guilt the day after they had taken turns with him at the party didn’t last long. He felt Horny again as he thought about that night and what a little slut he had been. He knew it was wrong and that it couldn’t last and would end in tears. But like an alcoholic offered a drink, or a drug addict offered a fix. All those warnings were pushed to the back of his mind and he thought only about getting his next hit.

Jay hadn’t heard from his boss for a few days, he checked his messages and emails, but nothing. So he sent him a message midweek, hoping his boss would want to visit him again. But he didn’t reply for some time and when he did it was only to say, see you at work on Saturday. Something between them had changed and Mr Evans seemed to be getting colder and more distant with him all the time. Jay emailed the account he thought was his boss’ alter ego, trying to keep things light and cheerful, but really looking to meet up. Again he got no reply at first, but on the Friday afternoon a short message arrived. “Be at the flat for 7pm.” was all it said. Jay knew the flat in question was Mr Parkes’ so he was excited and a little scared in equal measure and he guessed they had plans for him.

“Good morning Mr Evans,” Jay said as he got into work on the Saturday morning. “Hi Jay,” the old man replied, just glancing up at him then getting back to his work. All that day Jay couldn’t help feeling his boss was avoiding him and they exchanged no more than two sentences before Mr Evans left the shop as usual in the afternoon. He got back in time to lock up at the end of the day, said goodbye to Jay and that he would see him tomorrow, giving him one of those little brown envelopes as he left. Though he was young and a little naive, Jay knew when he was being given the cold shoulder. He took the envelope, stuffed it in his pocket and walked home. On the way home he managed to convince himself that those dirty old men didn’t control him, he could take them or leave them. Mr Evans couldn’t just use him for Sex then act like nothing happened, he would stay home tonight, that would show them.

That idea lasted almost an hour, after watching some crap on TV with his mum and her boyfriend for a while, Jay got bored, went back up to his room and found the little brown envelope in his jacket pocket. He opened it and pulled the folded fifty pound notes from inside. His fingers trembled with excitement as he fanned them out and a small piece of paper fell from the fold. He picked it up and read it, “For services rendered, thanks for a great night.” Suddenly he regretted the decision to stay home, he wanted to play and if he was going to get paid for it as well. Jay checked the time on his phone, it was just gone 7 already. He didn’t know what to do, but decided he should email explaining, but explaining what?

Jay had been sat staring at his phone for a while, struggling with what to put in the email, when the phone started to ring. He didn’t recognize the number, but answered it anyway.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Jay?” came the reply, he recognized Mr Parkes’ voice right away, “are you on your way?”

“ummm, no,” Jay stammered, “I umm, just woke up, I fell asleep,” he lied.

“Well get ready quick, I’ll meet you at he end of your road in 15,” barked down the phone at Jay.

“W what should I wear?” Jay asked.

“Doesn’t matter, whatever you like, 15 minutes,” and he hung up. Jay stripped off and quickly had a Shower before putting on clean jeans and a clean T shirt. Clutching his hoody he said see you later to his mum and told he he may stay over at a friends, he didn’t know, and left the house. It was cold and dark outside, Jay pushed his arms into the hoody and fastened it as he trotted to the corner. He hadn’t brought a coat and he wondered if he should have. Mr Parkes pulled up in a big dark Range Rover as Jay approached the corner. He jogged the last few yards and climbed inside the warm comfy car.

“Hi,” Mr Parkes said. And Jay replied “Hi.” They set off and remained in silence for a few minutes, soon they were heading out of town onto the motorway and Jay’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Where are we going?” Jay asked.

“The West End,” Mr Parkes replied and glanced over at Jay to gauge his reaction, spotting the concern right away. “It’s just you and me tonight Jay, I’m taking you for a night out, we are going to have some fun, spend some money and live a little.” He grinned over at Jay who suddenly felt very small and out of his depth in the big flash car. “Don’t worry,” the old man continued, “you’ll Love it, honest.” The big car hushed along the motorway at speed, pretty soon they were in London and heading for the centre. Jay gazed from the window like a child on a school trip. He had been to London loads of times, he lived less than an hour away after all. But this time it felt different, looked different. He started to recognize streets and landmarks and after what was the fastest trip to London Jay had ever made, they arrived in Soho. They drove for a few minutes, this way and that way, twisting down tight narrow back roads that seemed impossible for the big car. Then suddenly turned down a ramp and into an underground car park.

The streets were full of people, the noise was constant and the lights flooded the streets and reflected off the puddles and the wet roads. The smell of exotic foods filled the air along with some strange smelling smoke from one or two passers by, and Jay felt butterflies in his stomach as he trotted along the narrow pavements with Mr Parkes. People seemed to step aside for him, but bumped Jay until he ended up walking behind the old man.

“You OK?” Mr Parkes asked, stopping and turning to face the youngster. “Jay nodded, but it was clear from his expression that he was feeling overwhelmed by his surroundings. “Come on,” the old man continued,” wrapping one arm around Jays narrow shoulders and holding him close. “This place can be a bit full on, but you’ll get used to it.” He said and with an arm around him he guided Jay through the chaotic streets and down a little side alley to a shop. The door was open, but the windows were completely black. They stepped inside, through a silver chain curtain, under a warm heater and Jays eyes nearly popped out of his head as he gazed at shelves and shelves full of Sex paraphernalia.

The shop was much bigger on the inside than it had looked from the outside. And, despite the fact you could walk by without noticing it, it was very busy. Mr Parkes looked totally at home, he wore a gray suit with no tie and a crisp white shirt with the top two buttons unfastened. He took hold of Jay’s hand and lead him through the shop to the clothing section. Jay felt like everyone was looking at him, and to be honest, some people were.

“I thought it was time we got you something other than your mothers cast offs to wear,” The old man announced, a little too loudly for Jay’s comfort. “Have a look around, see if there is anything you fancy,” and Jay began sort of looking at clothes. He didn’t really know what he was doing and felt like a fish out of water. It was all so alien to him, he kind of looked at items hanging from the racks, but his eyes darted all around the shop, watching everything and everyone. He made eye contact with a guy just a couple of years older than him, stood on the far side of a display unit. The guy looked at Mr Parkes, then back at Jay and winked. Jay felt his face flush bright red and had to turn away. A moment later he saw a middle aged guy, who looked like he had just left the office, watching him. The guy didn’t seem to realize he had been noticed, or he didn’t care, his eyes just roamed up and down Jay’s body and Jay almost felt naked under his stare.

Jay turned his back, and something caught his eye, a flash of pink in a sea of black PVC. He reached up and took it from the rack. It looked like a long pink vest made of a heavy, thick material, but surely this was a child’s dress, it was tiny. “What’s that you’ve found?” Mr Parkes inquired as he arrived at Jay’s side.

“I think it’s a dress, or a vest,” Jay replied, “but I think it’s for a kid.” He continued in a whisper.

“No no,” the old man chuckled, it’s a dress, it’s just very stretchy.” As he spoke Mr Parkes took the dress from the youngster, turning it around and inspecting it, “and you know what?” he continued “it’s perfect, it’s your size and it’s you to a T. I found just the thing to go with it as well.” He took Jay’s arm and lead him back down the shop to the lingerie area. He held up a tiny pair of panties, and Jay glanced around the shop feeling ridiculously uncomfortable. They were white, satin and similar to the string Jay already had, but were a tanga. “They have a matching bra as well,” the old man continued, flicking through the hangers until he found the one he was looking for and holding it up, “Oh yes, these are perfect.” he declared, then turned to Jay and said, “Shoes, also pink I think.” With three hangers in one hand and Jay in the other the old man lead the way across the shop to shelves full of shoes. “What size are you again?” he asked Jay.

“ummm seven.” Jay answered, not really following what was going on.

“Wait here,” Mr Parkes said handing the bundle of clothes to Jay, and disappeared. He returned a moment later with a shop assistant in tow. A buxom middle aged woman, dressed like a teenager in a thin loose fitting top and very short skirt, who looked like she could eat Jay for breakfast. He took the clothes from Jay and help up the dress.

“To go with this, in a 7.” he said to her.

“OK I go look.” she replied a thick accent and, looking totally disinterested, she disappeared.

“Mr Parkes?” Jay asked in a whisper.

“Call me Jonny,” he answered quickly, then added “or Daddy if you prefer,” and winked at Jay. The youngster took a moment to process what the old man had just said, then continued timidly.

“Jonny,” he asked, “what’s going on?”

“We’re shopping,” Jonny explained, “then I think we will go for a drink.” He said it in such a way that he seemed to think that explained everything, and Jay felt silly for asking in the first place. “Ah here she comes,” and the assistant arrived with a box in her hands. She opened it and lifted out a single, shiny, pink, patent leather, peep toe, platform, high heeled shoe. “Size seven?” Jonny asked, the woman nodded, “perfect, we’ll take them and these.” Jay followed the old man, who followed the woman, through the shop to a til by the door. She went to put the items in a bag but Jonny stopped her.

“Can we use your changing room?” he asked. The woman looked down at Jay from the raised platform the til was on and smiled, a knowing smile that said she understood everything.

“Sure.” she said, and stepping down, lead the way to the changing room. I say room, it was actually just a corner with a curtain. She hung the clothes on the hook inside and grinned at Jay, holding the curtain back for him as she beckoned him inside. The curtain was pulled across behind him and Jay stood alone in the little cramped corner of the Sex shop. He stood still, unable to move, his hands trembling. He looked at the underwear and tiny dress hanging on the wall and listened to the sounds of the shop and the street outside. Was he really going to do this?

“I don’t hear much changing,” came the sound of Jonny’s voice from the other side of the curtain, “you OK in there?” There was silence, Jay couldn’t find a response. “Look, just try them on,” the old man continued, “if you don’t like them you can change back, no pressure.” Jay thought for a moment longer, then unzipped his hoody and dropped it on the floor, closely followed by his T shirt. He took the bra from it’s hanger, and it took him a moment to work out that it was front fastening. He popped his arms through the straps and fastened it, the shiny stretchy satin clinging to him, the small smooth lightly padded cups making it look like he had little titties. Mr Parkes was right, the bra was perfect, feeling excited now Jay unfastened his jeans and dropped them to the floor. Suddenly no longer concerned about stripping off in a Sex shop, he kicked his little canvas trainers and socks off with his trousers. He slid the panties up his long smooth legs, adjusting the stretchy material around his shaved clit, sack and bottom carefully, they were also perfect, the slight gathering of the material at the back just hinting at the curve between Jays cheeks.

He grabbed the dress and wriggled it on over his head and shoulders, popping his arms through the shoulder straps and stretching it down over his chest. The heavy clingy garment stretched more and more, revealing a long ribbed texture that ran the length of the dress and little sparkles in the material. Jay wriggled his hips as he stretched the dress down over his bottom and onto his thighs. He let go and the dress immediately began to creep up a little. Jay smoothed it down again, then opened the box and took out the shoes. He pushed his feet inside, using a finger inside the back to pull them on over his heel. They were a little tight, but no more than they should have been, and Jay could already feel how much more aware of his long legs he was. He took a deep breath, then swished the curtain back in one quick motion.

Just for a moment Jay couldn’t quite figure out what was different about Jonny. He was stood looking Jay up and down, and was clearly very pleased with his purchase. Then Jay realized, he was almost as tall as the old, not quite but almost.

“What do you think?” Jay asked as she stepped forward.

“Oh yes,” Jonny said drinking in Jay’s slender form in the figure hugging little pink dress, “Oh yes.” Jay noticed a mirror to one side and turned to face it, smoothing the dressed down again, the low cut front dipping down almost to the satin bra, the tight clingy garment hugging every curve. Jay turned around and looked back to check the rear view. The open back of the dress dipped down like the front to just above the bra, displaying the crease of Jay’s back and shoulder blades beautifully. Jay’s skinny waist and pert bottom looked so cute and the way the vertical lines of the ribbed material curved in at the waist and out around the hips accentuated them and drew more attention to Jay’s Ass. Turned sideways on, the padded bra made two little bumps in the front of the dress that hinted at little titties, the dress lay flat across Jay’s slender tummy. But there, just below Jay’s hips, nestled between the thighs was just the hint of another bump. Without thinking Jay moved one hand down to smooth it away, and stroked her own clit.

She stood for a moment, trembling and excited, trying to calm herself by thinking about something mundane. The last thing she wanted was an uncontrollable erection while stood in a Sex shop wearing a skin tight pink dress. A moment later she looked at he bump again, then pushed out her bottom a little and the bump all but disappeared.

“Happy,” Jonny said suddenly close behind her, making Jay jump. She turned to face him.

“Yes,” she replied. Over one of his arms were Jay’s old clothes, he took her hand and lead her back to the sales counter.

“Could I have a bag for these?” he asked the woman and she looked up from her magazine. She stared at Jay and was visibly impressed, her grin growing wider and wider.

“Sure, sure” she said, digging a large black plastic bag out from under the counter, “but err, you need…” the woman gestured to her face with one hand as she handed the bag to Jonny with the other. Then she too took hold of Jay’s hand and pulled him up onto the platform with her and sat him on the stool she had been using.

“You come back, five minute,” she said to Jonny and he nodded with a grin, and walked away. The woman started pulling boxes from under the counter and rifling through them. Then she turned and studied Jay for a moment.

“You very pretty,” she said to him “I make you beautiful,” and she smirked, then leaned close and started putting mascara onto Jay’s eyelashes. Her low cut top gaped in front of her and Jay had nowhere to look but into her green eyes or down her top at the woman’s large breasts. They bulged from her bra like two massive muffins in their cups. Jay swallowed noisily, her nostrils flooded by the sent of cigarettes and cheap perfume and again tried to think of something mundane.

“What’s your name?” the woman asked, “He your boyfriend?”

“Not exactly,” she answered as the woman twisted a lipstick, the same colour as the shoes, up out of it’s case, “and my name’s Lotty.”

“Your Daddy?” the woman went on.

“I guess you could say that,” Lotty replied, trying not to giggle with nerves as the sales assistant applied the lipstick and she watched her huge breasts heaving as she moved. Lotty closed her eyes as the woman brushed shadow onto the lids.

“You only like guys?” she asked almost in a whisper. Jay looked at her, they were almost nose to nose, “or girls as well?” There was a moments uncomfortable silence during which the woman’s piercing green eyes held Lotty’s soft brown eyes captive and Lotty thought the woman was going to kiss her.

“Girls as well.” Lotty whispered, her mouth feeling suddenly very dry. The woman looked away and picked something else up off the counter. Lotty stared down her top again, imagining what her ample breasts would look like out of their confinement. She thought they would be magnificent.

“I thought so,” the woman said, and Lotty looked up into her eyes again, realizing that she had not managed to hide the fact she was staring at the woman’s breasts at all. As she applied blusher to Lotty’s cheek the woman’s other hand came to rest on her thigh, then it eased slowly up her smooth leg, pushing the already short dress higher, her thumb moving back and forth caressing until it eventually rubbed the front of Lotty’s panties. Lotty whimpered softly as the woman’s thumb found and toyed with the head of her clit through the thin satin.

“You are very beautiful,” she said as she teased , “all the guys will want to fuck you, I want to fuck you.” Then she straightened up suddenly, pulled her hand away and took a step back. Just as Jonny arrived. Lotty stayed put, pulling her dress down again and trying to calm her clit down as well while Jonny paid the shop assistant for a few other items he’d picked up. He stared at Lotty the whole time, grinning like the cat that got the cream and obviously very happy with his night so far.

“Just one thing,” the woman said suddenly from behind Lotty as she was about to stand up. Then she pulled the hairband from Lotty’s little fluffy ponytail and pushed her fingers deep into her thick curly hair. It was still damp from her earlier Shower but the woman kept running her fingers through it until it filled out into a loose, curly, messy kind of bob. Lotty got to her feet and as she stepped down off the platform found herself walking through a cloud of perfume that the sales assistant had sprayed over her. Lotty looked at herself in a nearby mirror. She couldn’t help grinning, she was so happy with how she looked.

“Thank you,” she said, turning and looking the woman in the eye.

“Thanks so much,” Jonny said to her, pulling a little wad of notes from his pocket and handing the woman a twenty.

“Anytime,” she replied, her eyes fixed on Lotty, but her hand still taking the money, “have fun Lotty,” she grinned. Jonny took Lotty by the hand and lead her out onto the street. The whole time in the shop she had not even begun to consider what was going to happen when they had finished shopping. It hadn’t dawned on her that she would actually go out dressed like that.

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