She's Gonna Be A Star Ch. 07
Keywords: She's, Be, Ch., A, 07, Star, Gonna,
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Remembering to look elegant, I strode through the bar and up to Harvey's friends. A few of them stepped aside, as if to let me through, but I stopped.
"Hello, Mr. Nadi! Hello, Mr. Galbraith!" I said sweetly.
"My dear!" said Nadi. He took both my hands and held my arms out. "Don't you look simply delicious?"
I felt myself blushing.
"Doesn't she, guys?" he said. The other men agreed. Nadi leaned down and gave me a warm kiss on the lips, and then passed my hands to Galbraith.
Galbraith said, "That's a lovely dress."
"Thank you," I said, happy to get the conversation off me and onto the dress. "Harvey picked it out for me. I was worried it was too cute."
"Not at all," he said. "I just wonder, how the hell it stays up!"
"Oh, yeah," I giggled. "I cut the straps off. They didn't seem to do anything."
"And your legs!" said Nadi, leaning over sideways. "I love those chunky, elevated clogs you always wear. They bring out your firm muscle tone."
Galbraith still had my hands, and he lifted them over my head and gave me a twirl.
"Thank you!" I blushed again. They certainly knew how to compliment a girl.
Galbraith kissed me in greeting, like Nadi. Then he introduced me to the other men. There were four of them, and I promptly forgot their names.
Here's a strange thing I did. I wasn't thinking -- Nadi and Galbraith had kissed me, and so, I kissed the next man they introduced. As soon as I pressed my lips against his, and parted his teeth with my tongue, I realized that perhaps I shouldn't've done that. I kept the kiss short, just a few seconds. I mean, the first two men were my friends. The rest were new acquaintances.
Rather than look stupid, I kissed the next man too, and the next, until I'd greeted them all.
Harvey came up behind me, passing my beer over my shoulder. The condensation dripped onto my breast -- I wouldn't have felt it, except it was cold. However, all the men's eyes were on it right away. I noticed that all"their" drinks were wrapped in napkins. How low-class of me, to order a beer, and then drip it all over myself like trailer trash! I resolved that, from then on, I would stick to Scotch. I didn't know what Scotch tasted like, but I was reasonably sure it came with a napkin.
I retreated to Harvey, and casually wiped at the droplet on my chest with my hand, spreading it so it would dry more quickly. They kept sneaking glances at the water until it dried.
"The girl tells us you dressed her tonight," said Nadi. "I have to compliment your taste in dresses."
"Thank you, sir," said Harvey. "I think Ali does all the hard work, though."
"On, no!" I said. I turned to the other men. "It's not easy to find things to wear, not with my wardrobe. It has to be just right -- not too long, not too tight. Sometimes Harvey has me try on outfits three or four times, until we find something good."
"The gathered bust," said Galbraith, tracing the curve with his hand. "Is great. And then it just flows loosely down, sifting over her torso, and stops. How becoming, on such a girl. And how it takes up with that crocheted band right below her hips -- it weights the dress down, but drives you to try to look through the holes. And how it all stops at the top of her legs -- ingenious."
"Wow," I laughed. "You noticed all that?"
"Give me another kiss, Ali," said Galbraith. "You make me feel young and gallant again."
How could I resist! I stepped forward away from Harvey and tilted my head up. I knew from greeting him with kisses in the past that he liked my lips to be a little parted. His moustache always tickled my nose.
"You must get a lot of attention from the young men," said another man. I called him Smokey in my mind, since he always had a cigar.
"Get attention?" I asked, blankly. "How?"
Nadi laughed. "You have to keep it simple, Tom. You'll do better to talk about her, but not too her."
I thought about that... talk"about" me? Oh, they meant the compliments.
Smokey exhaled a plume of smoke. "Ali? Ali! Are you able to sit down in that dress?"
"That's okay," I told them. "I can talk."
"Whuh?" said Smokey.
"You can talk"about" me, or"to" me -- it doesn't matter either way. It's fine."
"Ali, that was about three minutes ago."
"Still," I persisted (I liked logical arguments, but I liked winning them more), "I"can" talk."
"I'm sure you can," said Galbraith smoothly. "But why should you? Tonight is"your" night."
That made me blush even more. I was reminded somehow of High School... what was it? Oh, yeah: "Shut up and take your clothes off. No talking." It was a dark little thought that I pinched off. This was"nothing" like High School, and these men were nothing like that selfish jerks I'd dated. Still, I felt a little tingle of excitement -- wouldn't it be weird, to find those patterns repeated throughout society, like? To be able to find elements of horney teen-age guys, in these refined men?
While I'd been thinking, I found that I'd finished my beer, and, in fact, that we had moved through the bar and sat at a table. How long had I been thinking!? Sometimes I zone out like that, just dropping into a world of imagination. And then, I wake up and I've missed my subway stop, or a make-out session has just gone too far.
When I came to, Harvey was across from me, and Nadi and Galbraith were on either side. Though it was a big booth, there were eight of us, and I was squeezed tightly. My shoulders were raised, and I could feel the bustier of my dress grabbing at my chest to keep from sliding down. Nadi had one of my hands in his lap, and was fondly running his fingers over my knuckles.
"What were we talking about?" I said. I noticed I had a drink in front of me, and reached for it with my free hand.
"We were discussing your skin," said Harvey gently. "How clear it is. Is it very soft?"
I shrugged. "As soft as anybody's, I assume." I said that with a worldly air.
Truth be told, I was quite amazed with myself. Here I was, surrounded by a select group of dignified men, them with their cigars and napkin drinks. I felt like a high-society princess, or a CEO, or maybe even a trophy wife!
"You may test," I said haughtily. I held out my arm over the table. Four or five hands immediately gripped my arm. Then the grips relaxed, and their fingers were running lightly up and down my arm. I shivered.
"What about your legs?" asked Nadi. "If that's alright?"
I lifted a leg and braced the knee against the table. Galbraith and Nadi both put a hand out. Since they were closest and nobody else could feel, they gave the report.
"Soft as a feather," said Nadi.
Galbraith's finger was under my knee. "Softer, even."
All the men were sort of leaning over towards me. Uncomfortable as I was, talking about myself (I'm a modest person), I was glad they didn't find my conversation boring. We stayed on the general topic of skin for a while, with me telling them what lotions I used to soften it, and how I applied the lotion. They told me they were on a quest -- to find the softest part of a woman, and compare it with a man's.
"How soft is the skin in of your mouth?" asked Harvey suddenly. I thought that was a weird question, coming from him. After all, I had just used my mouth on him before we came!
Still, I felt around with my tongue. The men were watching me with interest. "A lot softer, I guess. But wet, too."
"Ah," said Nadi, leaning back. "We should feel"that" then."
I was leaning forward towards Smokey, my mouth open, when Galbraith stopped me with a hand on my chest.
"It's not fair," he said. "Here we are, using our rough old hands. To properly make this test, we men should find"our" softest skin too."
"That sounds intelligent," I said. I took a sip of my drink. If this was scotch, I"liked" it.
"What's the softest skin on a man, Ali?" asked Smokey, with an interested air.
"The manhood," I said, astutely.
"Then that's how we shall test it!" said Galbraith, slapping the table. We all laughed. "It might seem a little strange, but we're all friends here. Who is first?"
I beamed at them. Tyler would be so proud -- I was holding my own at a table of powerful, interesting men!
"I'll be first," volunteered Smokey.
"However," said Nadi, "we can't make the test here. It would look too... funny. We should find a private place. The bathroom!" He was running his hand along my shoulders. I didn't want to mention it, but when he played with my neck, it sent shivers down my spine!
"Shall we?" Smokey asked gallantly. He held a hand out to me, and I giggled at this chivalry.
I took Smokey's hand and we threaded ourselves out of the booth. As I lead Smokey away, their conversation started up again.
"And so the fun begins," said Galbraith. There were chuckles around the table.
"That was easy," said Nadi.
"Were we clear enough?" asked Harvey.
"If he can't get in her mouth now, he's a complete loss."
I led Smokey to the bathroom in back, giving a sort of sly grin to all the surprised guys who looked up at us. How often do you see a young woman leading an older man around by the hand? If they only knew the kooky test we were going to perform, they would have laughed!
We went into the bathroom and locked the door -- it was not a multi-urinal setup. It was small, the size of a closet. I was reminded how, just a week ago, I'd led Tyler into the bathroom at some bar (I didn't remember the bar's name). That was after that awesome Club Trash set. Man, what a great set! And afterwards, the guys got smashed, but I was too pumped up to feel the alcohol. What a crazy night!
What stayed with me from that night was my realization of how easy it was to get Tyler excited. All this time, I'd been worrying that I wasn't interesting enough, or challenging enough for him. And so I'd sort of "shut down" inside, and just followed his directions, hoping to make him happy. And then I'd finally cracked him open, I'd finally gotten him to confess what turned him on. And it was so easy!
He opened his favorite site, whatever that was.
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Keywords: She's, Be, Ch., A, 07, Star, Gonna,